(A/N): Ahhhhh, more Kurt because i’m the literal definition of a slut
Warnings: None, just cute fluff
Of course, It had to be Kurt Wagner. Wasn’t it always? He was always tripping, falling off high perches, and just being the clumsiest person to exist. It always brought a smile to your face however when he’d immediately jump up with a smile and assure you he was fine.
It was no surprise when the blueberry cinnamon roll came gliding into the room, nearly tripping when he came to a skidding halt. He gave you a bright smile, showcasing his pearly whites.
“(Y/N)!” He exclaims excitedly. “Have you ever noticed how slippery zhe floor is?” You can’t help but chuckle and shake your head, sure he was a huge dork, but he was your dork and you loved him.
“No Kurt, I don’t think I have.” You reply, giving him a smile. “It’s probably even more slippery given the fact you’re wearing socks.” Kurt just smiled and nodded.
“It’s like ice skating! Or vhat I imagine ice skating to be like.” You only laugh and gently pat his head.
“Okay, just be careful, Tile can be dangerous.” Kurt nodded, giving your cheek a quick peck before rushing off. You smiled happily, thinking of the wonderful dork that is your boyfriend. He was honestly like an excited puppy, always so kind and ecstatic about everything. Your thoughts are suddenly interrupted when a loud thump rings throughout the air. It’s silent for a split second before the hysterical laughter of Kurt fills the air.
You immediately jump up and run to see what happened. There lays your boyfriend, on the tile, nearly in tears from how hard he was laughing.
“Kurt are you okay?!” You ask as you crouch down to his level. “Are you hurt or anything??” Kurt can only shake his head as laughter falls from his lips.
“I-I’m sorry (Y/N),” He gasps between laughs. “I slipped and-” More laughter fills the air, bringing a smile to your lips.
“You’re lucky you’re not hurt,” You scold “You could have broke your elbow or something,” Kurt begins to quiet down, his laughter turning into small chuckles every now and then.
“I know Meine Liebe,” Kurt offers a warm smile. “I’ll be careful next time.” You smile, nuzzling your nose against his.
“Good,” You whisper softly. “Wouldn’t want my precious blueberry getting hurt.”
You slept peacefully in your bed, hidden under a couple of blankets to shield you from the cold. Well at least you were sleeping until something started poking you in the back. Rolling over to hit whoever thought it was okay to wake you up this early, you came face-to-face with your boyfriend Kurt. Any ill words you were about to say died in your throat as you looked at his smiling face. He looked absolutely giddy, he was leaned in close to you and the smile on his face was almost blinding.
You smiled groggily at him, “Hey, what are you doing up this early?” If possible his smile got even bigger, “Do you not know what today is, liebe?” He didn’t give you time to answer before he poofed himself to stand next to the little tree in the corner of the room you two had put up a few weeks ago. He stood in sweatpants and a hideous christmas sweater Storm had gotten him (she had meant it as a gag, but Kurt fell in love with it and refuses to take it off), with his arms spread wide the smile still on his face. “It’s Christmas!” He teleported again, “Which means we get to open presents,-” Bamf “-and play in the snow-” Bamf “-and Jean said she was cooking turkey for dinner-” Bamf “-and we get to spend all day together-” Bamf “-ICH BIN SO AUFGEREGT!”
When Kurt finally stopped popping around the room and turned to look at you, he was practically shaking in glee. Seeing him so happy like this brought a smile to your face. Stepping out of bed, you walked over to Kurt and took his face in your hands. Placing a small kiss on lips you laughed out, “How about we start with breakfast, okay?”
He blushed and took your hands off of his face and held them in his own, “Okay.”
A/N:I just realised my lack of Kurt writing. Have some Kurt writing. I picture him as being someone who’s a little introverted, waiting to find someone who understands him. I also love the idea of him being someone who struggles with anxiety that you help him with. Want to see me write one of these about your fave? Request!
Kurt loves reading next to you. He’s an avid reader, and spends most of his time in the library with a cup of tea. But his favourite pastime is reading beside you; feeling you near while he’s lost in his own little world.
He loves to call you endearing things in German. You often forget that English isn’t Kurt’s first language; he’ll sometimes speak in German when he’s stressed or frustrated. But when you’re alone together, he’ll use little colloquialisms to express how much he cares.
He’s self-conscious about his tattoos, but he enjoys you running your hands across them. They’re a part of his past he finds hard to accept, but your fingers delicately tracing the ridges make him smile in adoration.
He likes to playfully tap you with his tail. He’ll sometimes greet you by stroking his tail across your chin or tapping you on the shoulder playfully; when you pretend to chase him, he laughs hartily and teleports away to your other side. You never thought he’d be so open and funny, but he’s got a goofy, charismatic side that only shows now that he has you.
He’ll sometimes teleport to you to kiss you on the cheek, before teleporting off immediately. He does this as a force of habit now, when he thinks you’re alone; of course, he’s gotten that wrong a few times, and he’s flushed purple with embarassment. Your friends have always found it sweet and endearing though, even if Peter teased him to no end about it.
He sometimes falls asleep with his head in your lap. Teleporting around gets tiring for him, and he’s anxious a lot of the time; but you help him a lot with that. When he’s with you, he feels safe; so he’ll often sink down into your lap or onto your shoulder and fall asleep, a slight smile on his face.
Whenever he learns something new; you’re the first to hear about it! He loves telling you about how amazed he is with life here; or just telling you facts about what he’s learned in History class today. He has a passion for learning and for life, and he wants to share every new experience with you, the person he loves most.
Kurt does, because sometimes he can’t believe that he’s at a point in his life where he’s surrounded by people who love him and who would go out of their way to help him and do something nice for him
who flinches at sudden movements?
Neither of you really, but if he’s feeling overwhelmed or stressed, then Kurt has been known to flinch reflexively, remembering how people used to lash out at him when they were afraid of him
who is most confused as to why their S.O.
is still with them?
Kurt sometimes wonders why you’re with him, because you’re the most beautiful person he’s ever seen, and you could be with anyone you wanted, yet for some reason you chose to be with him
who has to constantly check their S.O.
still loves them?
Neither of you check in, but you make sure to constantly reassure Kurt that you love him, because he deserves all the love in the world and you want to make sure he feels appreciated and loved
who says the other/s would be better off
with someone else?
Neither of you, Kurt may think it sometimes, but he’s just too entirely enamored with you to ever bring it up, so he just silently resolves to love you as much as he possibly can while he has you
who gets surprised when they are given
gifts?
Kurt is most surprised by it, having been treated without enough kindness for so long
who is most likely to break down on the
other and how does their S.O. attempt to calm them down?
Kurt doesn’t really break down, so much as get incredibly overwhelmed or stressed, and he sort of shuts down, not really talking much and not responding to other people. When this happens, you just make sure he’s somewhere away from any crowds or loud noises and you make sure he’s comfortable and sit nearby, maybe with an arm around his shoulders, and talk softly about nonsense things until he’s calmed down again
who is most self conscious in public?
Kurt is always hyper aware of just how different he looks, and he hates the stares and fearful looks he gets, so you make sure to be incredibly supportive and affectionate with him when you’re out in public, and you constantly check in and make sure he’s feeling okay.
who is more likely to apologize a million
time for a tiny mistake?
Neither of you does, because you’re both constantly making sure the other is aware of just how much you love them, and that they feel secure and comfortable with the dynamic in the relationship
who admits they’re scared only when they
think their S.O. is asleep and how does the other react?
You do, because you always try to be strong and protective of Kurt and you prefer to keep things light hearted and enjoyable, but at night when you think he’s asleep, you can’t help but to whisper about how scared you are about the future, and about the idea of war and the conflict between mutants and humans, but the words have barely left your lips when Kurt is pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead and wrapping his arms around you comfortingly, whispering that it’ll all work out and that he loves you
who never thinks they’re good enough for
the other?
You sometimes feel that you’re not a good enough person to be with Kurt, and that you don’t deserve him, and once in a low moment, you mentioned it, but he just looked at you with an expression that could only be described as heartbroken and kissed you softly “you are an incredible person, liebling. I do not deserve you.”
who takes a bullet for the other
You would take a bullet to protect Kurt without a second thought
You shifted uncomfortably as you tried to avoid Steve’s gaze.
“We’ve all missed you,” Steve was the one to break the silence, his voice guarded and careful.
“I’ve missed you all too,” you answered, allowing yourself a small smile.
There was silence for a long moment before Steve ventured, “Are you going to tell me why you left?”
You drew a slow breath, holding out your hand. Concentrating, you summoned a small flame, cradling the fire in your palm. Steve watched with wide eyes as the flames danced through your fingers before winking out of existence.
You released a breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding, trying to gauge the super-soldier’s reaction to your power. “New York isn’t exactly big on mutants.” You explained quietly, warmth lingering on your palms. “I mean, it’s getting better because people are learning to accept guys like you and Tony. Super-soldiers and superheroes aren’t bad, but mutants are still, well, scary. I figured it’d be best if I laid low while I figured everything out. The people here are like me. It’s safe, you know?”
Steve was silent for a long moment, “You like it better here.” It was a statement, not a question.
You pressed your lips together, not wanting to lie to him. “Yeah.”
Word count: 737
Pairing: X-men/child!mutant!reader
Warnings: some curses? Idk
Note: Just to clarify, the readers power is being able to change skin color/texture (similar to an octopus) and having vast knowledge along with it.
“Wade Wilson get your ass out here!” Logan roared, banging his first on the door. Behind him stood Scott, Kurt, Kitty and Storm. They don’t exactly want to be here, but the professor has ordered them to go. Wade had a girl in his apartment.
But not just any girl.
A mutant. And a powerful one at that. Thy had no other specifics than that. Wade peeked out, letting the door open fully.
“Wolvie! What brings you all to my lil’ old apartment?” He said in his usual cheery voice.
“Alright, Wilson, where’s the mutant? We know you have her.” Scott stated, shoving past him. Wade pouted under his mask.
“Oh, her? I dunno. She’s somewhere in here, but she disappeared a while ago. Feel free to try and find her.” He motioned them in. The room was fairly empty, that’s how it looked, anyways. After a half an hour of searching, Logan sighed and lit a cigarette.
“Those things can kill you.” Came a small voice, but there was no one but them.
“What?”
“They can kill you. Ask any smoker what smoking’s greatest killer is and they’ll likely tell you it’s lung cancer. They’re wrong. The correct response would have been circulatory or cardiovascular disease. There’s lots of other diseases, too. Such as-”
“Woah woah woah, where are you? Better yet, who are you?” Scott asked to thin air.
“It’s rude to interrupt.” Huffed the voice. From the wall came a girl no older than five, whose skin changed colors as she stepped out from her spot. “As I was saying, you really shouldn’t smoke.”
Kitty squealed in delight, making an attempt at hugging the girl. The child flinched and backed away, her skin rippling different colors. The team of heroes looked at her strangely, until they began to notice dark marks and cuts scattered across her body.
She was abused.
“Hey, you don’t need to be scared! We’re here to help!” Said Scott, but she shook her head rapidly.
“Help with what? I-I don’t need help. I’m fine on my own!” She shouted, backing against the wall and changing to match it. It was nearly impossible to see her, save for her eyes. “J-Just leave me al-alone!” She ran to a different part of the room, blending with her surroundings. They had lost her once again.
“We only want to help, sweetie!”
“We won’t hurt you!”
“We just wanna take you back to the school!”
But it was no use. The girl was permanently in hiding, and nothing could convince her to come out.
“Let me try talking to her. We have zhe most in common, after all.” Kurt insisted. Everyone agreed and left the room, leaving Kurt alone. The blue boy sat down in the middle of the room cross legged, and began to talk about everything and anything. There was no limits to the one-sided conversation. Every once in a while he would here small noises, such as giggles or ‘oh’s.’
After about fifteen minutes he was ready to give up and let the others try to find her. “Alright, mein Engel, I’m leaving. But I’ll tell you now, the school isn’t a terrible place. I come from a situation similar to yours, and the Professor helped me out of it. I have friends and a place to call home now. Wouldn’t you like zhat?”
“But how do I know I can trust you? For all I know, you could be lying.” The girl whispered. Tears were beginning to form in her eyes, not that anyone could see them.
“I pinky swear to you, Kleiner, no one will hurt you there. Not so long as I’m around.” The girl stepped out of hiding, her skin turning back to its original color. She ran into Kurts open arms, and he picked her up with ease.
“My names Kurt, vhats yours?”
“I’m (Y/n).”
“Well, (Y/n), are you ready to go?”
(Y/n) nodded, happy to have a friend, a home, and a new life.
Ah, shitty endings! Aren’t they the best?v
You should expect to see some more oneshots soon, including:
Scott Summers
Kurt Wagner
Tony Stark
Natasha Romanoff
Moriary
Imagine Avengers 4 beginning with complete dark and suddenly you hear Loki’s smooth voice:
“I know what you’re thinking. ‘Oh, no. Loki’s dead. How did this happen?’ Well, sometimes you have to get killed just to get a straight answer out of something. It’s a long story. Basically, I’m a bit of a hero. But on top of that, I’m the God of Mischief.”
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