Kurt’d be decided to make his little one the happiest child on earth at almost any cost even if his mom wasn’t there with them.
He’d teach his son to be kind and nice, to have maners and be a gentleman, something his mother would’ve love to see.
Kurt would speak in german and english to the kid, so he can grow up bilingual.
In fact, his baby’s second word was “liebe”.
Growing up, sometimes his kid would ask for his mom, this ending on super sweet stories about heaven and how she’s always taking care of both of them.
Sometimes Kurt’s glad he doesn’t have to deal with a daughter, because he would struggle to give her the talk or helping her with girly stuff like make up, periods, boy bands…
When Kurt gets nostalgic, he goes over to his son and he tells him about the stories he lived with his mother.
Kurt and his child began an album in which they write and save all the photos they think mom would’ve like to see. This was his little one’s idea at the age of 4.
There are nights when both Kurt and his son dream similar dreams about mom.
When his son was growing up, Kurt would tell him what his mother would’ve told him on specific situations like when misbehaving or when he had a bad day or a big decision to make.
Eventually, Kurt’s son told him what he thought she’d tell Kurt in times of need.
Everytime Kurt puts his child to bed, he sings his mother’s lullaby and tells him how much she loves him, just like he also does.
Imagine: Kurt getting jealous when Warren flirts with you. [x] [x]
Kurt: Can I speak to you outside for a moment, Warren? Warren: Woah, woah.. Kurt, why are you getting so angry? Kurt: *kisses* Because you’re flirting with Y/N! Warren: You like them? *smiles* Why didn’t you say anything? I’ll back off, blueberry, as long as you make a move. Kurt: I’ll.. I’ll talk to them… soon.
-the first time that Kurt asked you out he stood in front of you opening and closing his mouth for a good 2 minutes before actually stuttering out the actual question
-being dragged into whatever part of American culture he’s fascinated with; like if he starts getting into buffets guess where he’s taking you for that date? A buffet.
-tracing his scars with your fingers and kissing them; always making sure he knows that you love him scars and all. Which he is always surprised by
-the boy is literally blue with a tail, he’s very insecure about himself and you constantly are telling him how handsome he is.
-he loves to compliment you in German
– but there will be times where Scott or Peter will tell Kurt to say something to you, it being completely dirty, and when Kurt repeats them you get really red in the face and explain what he just said; “OH MEIN GOTT I AM SORRY LIEBE I DID NOT MEAN THAT!” “Kurt, it’s okay, calm down!” “I THOUGHT YOU HAD GOTTEN A CAT!” “KURT PLEASE STOP TALKING ABOUT IT!”
-Kurt always surprising you with little gifts, like flowers or a interesting rock you found on a walk together, because he always wants you to remember the times when you were with him
-cuddling EVERYWHERE! On the couch, the bed, anywhere. He just likes to be physically close to you; mostly because he thinks that maybe if he lets you go you’ll realize how strange he is
-one time in a really passionate make out session he bite down on your lip and caused it to bleed really badly, you ended up having to go and get a couple stitches; he apologized so many times that you lost count
-Kurt always being so excited about everything, making you equally excited
-every since that time in the mall Kurt has avoided slushies so you always make a point to drink them in front of him, while he watches with an extremely concerned look on his face, and whenever you wince he’ll jump over to hold you super close. “DO NOT WORRY YOUR BRAIN IS NOT REALLY FROZEN IT WILL GO AWAY” “Kurt I know, you can let go.” “I WILL PROTECT YOU FROM THE BRAIN FREEZE!”
-movie marathons with you both wrapped up in a blanket, and his tail curled around your waist
scott summers: a raging star wars bi, still calls his completely hetero affection™ “man cuddles” and gets some eye rolls bc he doesn’t seem to realize that everyone knows
jean grey: beautifully bi and out of everyone’s league, the notorious heartbreaker who has no idea what they do to people
kurt wagner: a smol gay child, is almost in tears when he finds out that there is such a thing as religious homosexuals
jubilee: the picture of a sun lesbian, loves and supports other wlw with all of her heart, just wants a gf to have a good time with right about now
ororo munroe: the tired bi, wonders when she will kiss a cute girl one of these days
peter maximoff: ace and panromantic af and comes out to his dad and everyone else bc he couldn’t resist making one of those shitty pan puns
Request: “Hi! I just found your blog and I love it so much! I was wondering if you could do a Kurt X Reader where he finds out Raven is his mom and he has a mental breakdown, thinking nobody wants him in their life (because Raven didn’t). They sit with him and comfort him and wipe his tears until he calms down, and convinces him everybody in the X mansion cares and loves him (implying they do more than others). Sorry if it’s confusing! Thank you in Advance!”
Warnings: Kind of angsty
A/N: Aw my poor baby Kurt 😦
I’m pretty sure I got the German right… I’m so sorry if I didn’t, please tell me if it’s wrong, I’ll fix it immediately
Ich liebe dich auch: I love you too
Danke: Thank you
You walked down a deserted hall at Xavier’s, a proud grin on your face. You had just come from your last class of the day, math, and you couldn’t be happier. You had just aced your most recent math test and were in the best mood you’d been in for a while. But when you saw a familiar blue figure curled up at the end of the hallway, his knees tucked up to his chest, you felt your heart drop, worry instantly taking over your mind.
You swallowed nervously when you walked up to your longtime friend (and secret crush) Kurt, your stomach turning over.
“Kurt?” You called out his name softly, feeling your heart break when he lifted his head to look at you, his normally kind yellow eyes filled with tears and fractured into a million pieces. He shook his head, covering his mouth as a sob escaped, spilling fresh years down his cheeks.
“Oh, Kurt,” you breathed, instantly sitting down next to him. You put an arm around his shoulder, drawing him in. He leaned into your side, his sobs wracking his entire body.
“What happened?” You asked, reaching up a gently thumb to wipe away the tears that slid down his blue cheek
“Did you know?” He choked out. You frowned.
“Know what?”
“Zhat Raven vhas my mozher.”
You froze at his words, closing your eyes for a moment to gather your thoughts. “I didn’t,” you answered carefully.
“She didn’t vhant me,” Kurt continued, his chin trembling. He met your eyes, his hands shaking as you took them in your own.
“Nobody ever vhants me. Nobody cares for me. I don’t deserve anyzhing, including being rescued from that awful cage match."
"Kurt,” you began, wiping away a couple fresh tears. His eyes closed at your touch, you resting your hand on the side of his face gently.
“We do care for you. Me, Peter, Jubilee, Scott, Jean, we all care for you. You’re one of the sweetest people here, you care so much. You deserve every good thing that has ever happened to you, and even more.” You took a deep breath before adding quietly. “I like you even more than that. I promise, we all love you. Even if Raven doesn’t, there are so many other people willing to care for you and be with you.”
You felt Kurt slowly relax as you talked, thought every once and a while a small sob would escape his lips. His hands stopped shaking, you running a comforting thumb over the back of his hand.
“I love you,” you whispered, feeling your heart skip a beat as you spoke. Kurt blinked once, then tucked his face into your neck as you pulled him in for a hug, holding the back of his head against you.
“Danke,” he whispered against your neck, his hands tightening around your shoulders. “Ich liebe dich auch.”
"It’s no problem, Kurt,” you responded, closing your eyes as Kurt hugged you tightly. You waited until he was totally calm, pulling away with a sniff.
“You want to go listen to some music or something?” You asked, pulling him carefully to his feet. Kurt nodded, smiling.
Okay but when he hiccups, it’s like the cutest
thing. It’s surprisingly high pitched and it takes everyone around him by
surprise, including himself. He’ll have to take a second to remember what he
was talking about.
His accent becomes a heck of a lot thicker after
he’s had a gute deutsche Biere. Another thing, he tends to slip into slurred
German when he’s drunk, so you might want to have a dictionary on hand lol.
A cuddly drunk. If you’re close enough to him,
he will latch onto you and leech you of your body heat. He just wants to smooch
your cute face and curl up and sleep under like twelve blankets and have you boop
his nose and give him sweet lil kisses.
It was a known fact that Peter was very protective of his band shirts, and despite Scott always stealing his roommates clothes, he would never touch one of his band shirts. So when Peter notices that his signature Pink Floyd t-shirt is missing, Scott is his first suspect.
“Scott, if you give it back now, I won’t be mad, I swear.” Peter says, turning from his chest of drawers to face his roommate. Scott’s eyebrows furrow together in confusion. “I have no idea what you’re on about, speedy.” Peter rolls his eyes. “My Pink Floyd t-shirt. It’s missing.” Peter starts speeding around the room in a panic. “Bro, stop. You’re gonna give a headache watching you run around the room like this.”
“Seriously, just give it me back, its my favourite, Scott.” He says, coming to a stand still in front of Scott. Scott lets out a loud sigh – “I promise, I didn’t take it, Pete.” Peter sinks down on the bed, finally trusting his roommate. “Why don’t you ask Jean? See if she can use her power or something.” And with that, Peter sped off to find her.
Before Peter can even open his mouth, Jean begins to talk. “Y/N’s wearing it. She’s in her room with Kurt.” Peter nods his head and thanks her. “Wait, why would Y/N be wearing my shirt?” Peter asks, confused. “I don’t know. But, it’s probably something to do with the fact she has a crush on you.” Jean starts to walk away, a smirk plastered on her face. “She likes me back?!” Jean laughs as Peter speeds off again, this time in the direction of Y/N’s room.
He knocks on the door and hears her shout ‘come in!’ as he enters the room. “Hi Y/N. Hi Kurt, is there any chance you could excuse us for a moment?” Peter asks, fiddling with the hem of his jacket. Y/N’s never seen him look this nervous before now. “Of course, Peter. See ya later, Y/N.” Kurt says, his thick German accent coming through, leaving the room.
“Is that my shirt? Well, I know it’s my shirt, Jean just told me you were wearing it. Wait, why are you wearing it? Not that it matters, you do look adorable in it. You look adorable in anything, really. Just especially in my clothes. Oh God, did I just say all of that out loud?” Peter rushes through his words, causing Y/N to giggle. She pats the space on the bed next to her, inviting him to sit there. “Sorry, I should have asked. But, I came to your room to see you and it was there so I put it on… It just smelled like you and I-” Y/N says before being cut off by Peter. “It’s fine, Y/N.” They both just sat there, smiling to each other.
“Hold on, what else did Jean say?” Y/N asks, panic taken over her voice. “Nothing much, just that you liked me back.” Peter says, his usual sarcastic tone seeping through. Y/N throws her head into her hands, clearly embarrassed. “Oh, gosh. I’m gonna kill Jean when I next see he- Wait, liked you back?” She asks, now looking Peter in the eyes. He just nods at her, smirking. Peter’s eyes flicker from hers to her lips as he leans in, crashing his lips against hers. Her whole body relaxes at the feeling on her lips on his, her hands wrapping around his neck to play with the ends of his hair. Peter finally pulls away, in need of air.
“I could definitely get use to the sight of you with swollen lips in my shirt.” He smirks at Y/N as she lightly wacks his arm. “And I could get use to stealing your clothes.”
of course! i’ve been having major kurt feels lately, so this was fun to write!<3
kurt + “rest your head in my lap” + “i want to kiss you and hold your hand whenever i want”
As much as you enjoy history, if you have to read one more line from the Common Sense pamphlet, you really might just have to consider putting a bullet through your brain.
The tip of your pin is pretty much destroyed, because for the past half an hour it’s been in between your teeth, as you’ve been cramming for the final. With a heavy sigh, you chuck the pen towards your desk. Fuck this, you think to yourself, as you gather up the papers on your bed. I need a break.
Standing up to change into some comfier clothes, you’re already ecstatic about the thought of curling up in your bed; that is, until a soft knock pulls you from your thoughts.
Pulling on a hoodie, you pad over to the door and open it, only to see your best friend; a smile on his lips, and a VHS in hand.
“I hope you’re ready for movie night!” Kurt chirps happily, pushing his way past you. “Because Scott took me to the mall, and told me I’d enjoy The Goonies!”
“Shit, Kurt,” You wince, smacking your forehead with your hand, watching him already make himself at home on your bed. “I totally forgot about movie night. I’ve been studying all day, and I’m not going to lie, I was just about to head to sleep.”
Kurt frowns, as he watches you sit on the edge of the bed with a yawn.
“C’mon, please?” Kurt pleads, puffing out his lower lip. “You don’t even have to watch it! If you’re tired, you can rest your head in my lap?”
You sigh with a smile, shaking your head.
“Fine,” You say with defeat, crawling across the bed, as he lets out a cheer. “but I can’t guarantee that I’ll stay awake during the whole thing, though!”
“That’s fine by me!” He’s already up and striding over to the TV, his tail swinging happily as he puts in the VHS. “I’m very excited, Scott told me it’s an adventure movie!”
“And there’s pirates,” you snicker up at him, as you get comfy on his lap. “and there’s a whole bunch of comedy, too!”
“No wonder he suggested it!” Kurt adds, moving to drape a blanket over the two of you. You can’t help but to smile up fondly at Kurt, as he talks animatedly about Pirates during the trailers. He’s so fucking cute when he talks about something he loves, you think to yourself.
“Shh!” You hush up at him, as the trailers end. “It’s about to start!”
Kurt just laughs excitedly, as he leans over to switch off your lamp; returning his attention to the movie. You’re quick to feel the drowsiness kick in, your eyes already drooping during the car chase scene. Kurt doesn’t really notice though, as he’s too engrossed in the movie.
As it progresses, you slip in and out of consciousness; the only reason being that Kurt laughs at the funny parts. About halfway through the movie, it doesn’t even register that you had somehow migrated your body to the middle of his legs; his arms lightly wrapped around your neck, his wrists resting atop one another. The position feels natural, comfortable.
What you don’t know, though, is that Kurt hasn’t even been paying attention to the movie. He keeps getting distracted by the small noises you make when you’re sleeping, and the way your nose scrunches up when he can’t contain a laugh in. Kurt has always noticed the little details about you, but never to the intimate extent. It sends a burst of color into his heart as he realizes that his feelings to you are more than platonic, and for some reason — he isn’t scared, like he normally would be.
Kurt is happy. He’s happy that he’s found someone that he’s comfortable with, and he’s happy that he doesn’t have to second guess himself when he’s with you. And as this revelation crashes over him, he doesn’t stop himself when he looks down at you, asleep in his lap.
“Liebling, I want to kiss you and hold your hand whenever I want,” he whispers softly, with a fond smile on his lips. “you’re the most precious thing I’ve had the pleasure of holding.”
But little does Kurt know that you’re still lucid, and just heard his tiny confession — and god, it’s about damn time.
You want to lean up and kiss him senseless, but that seems unfitting for this moment; too desperate and passionate. So you decide to hide your smile and butterflies, and curl up tinier into his lap, just enjoying the warmth from his body — knowing, that this won’t be the last time you get to do so.
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