But what if they just happened to cast Andrew Garfield as the boyfriend in Deadpool 2, and someone in the movie is like, “hey, you look just like Peter Par-” but Deadpool tackles them before they can finish and then just looks directly at the camera and is like, “this is my boyfriend, Pete Parkley, and he is definitely not Spiderman because that would be a serious breach of licensing rights.” and then he just grabs Pete and tows him away by the suspicious red spandex collar poking out over the top of his T-shirt
Christmas
with Kurt would be the absolute cutest thing ever
because
he’s the cutest thing ever
would
definitely get matching Christmas sweaters
decorating
the tree together
and the
entire mansion
his room
basically turns into a winter wonderland
he’ll bamf
to the most obscure places to place decorations all over the place
people wonder why lights are e v e r y w h e r e
and then there’s Kurt who’s managed to get himself tangled in all of them
he’s
respectful and wouldn’t invade anyone’s space if they celebrate another holiday
COOKIES
baking
Christmas cookies with him is just?? the best??
buying one
of those gingerbread house kits and then baking gingerbread people
spending
hours by the fire place with mugs of hot chocolate just talking or snuggling
no one give
Christmas cuddles better than this boy
presents
that are handmade with looooove
you refuse
to tell the other until Christmas day comes
although
you have to keep finding a new hiding spot every year
for winter
in general, snowball fights are a must
with the
whole squad and some just the two of you
he will use
his mutation to his advantage which makes it impossible to win
cute kisses
under mistletoe
he adds
something new to your stocking each day
just a
little something with his countdown to Christmas
he loves
doing all the Christmas stuff but if you’re of a different religion he would
definitely respect that too because he knows how much faith means to a person
if you do
celebrate a different holiday he’d be going the full 9 yards for that too
Hanukkah?
you’ll find a dreidel on your night table every day
Kwanza?
you’ll find Bendera all over your walls
Don’t
celebrate? he won’t force you
although
you do love seeing him so happy and excited
as a more obvious mutant he never really had that sense of family and togetherness so spending the holidays at the mansion with you and his new family who welcomed him in means the world to him
overall the
holiday season is never a dull moment with Kurt because this blueberry absolutely loves this time of year especially if you’re there with him
Y/N’s eyes shot open. Her mouth gaped as she stared at the massive structure in front of her. Kurt and Jubilee stood off to the side smiling.
“This is where you live?” Y/N asked in amazement, “Or is this just your pool house and you’ve got a larger half I just can’t see?”
Kurt furrowed his brows in confusion, turning to look at Jubilee. The girl in the yellow jacket chuckled.
“Not the pool house. Inside are a bunch of rooms where each of us lives.” “And who might we have here?” a new voice asked in excitement. “Professor,” Kurt greeted happily, “This is Y/N. She helped us find where we were to meet you.” Charles raised a brow. “The one from New York City?” “The same,” Jubilee added.
Charles gave a warming smile at Y/N. He rolled slightly closer to her.
“It’s nice to finally put a face to the name,” he said while shaking her hand, “Thank you for helping those two find their way.” Y/N smirked. “No problem. I remember what is was like to be confused.” “Jubilee also mentioned your lack of living arrangements,” Charles spoke bluntly.
Y/N lowered her gaze slightly. She rubbed the arm of her jacket. She cleared her throat.
“Yeah. Not the best, but I manage.” “Would you like to stay here?”
Y/N’s eyes shot up in shock. Charles was smirking at her in anticipation.
“B-But, I’m not a mutant,” she countered. He nodded. “It’s a good thing we believe in coexistence then, isn’t it?” “You really mean it?” “Of course. If you’d like, Jubilee can help pick a room.”
Stunned, Y/N turned to face Kurt and Jubilee. She couldn’t believe it. She was finally going to have a home.
“Jean, I have a huge crush on Kurt and I don’t know what to do about it.” you finally blurted to your best friend one day. Jean couldn’t help but laugh, and you smacked her arm. “What’s so funny?”
“Why’d it take you so long to tell me?” Jean asked, and you gaped at her. “You should just ask him out, by the way. He likes you back.”
“Wait, so you’ve known about my crush this entire time?” you asked, and she nodded. “And how do you know he likes me back?”
“y/n…” Jean rolled her eyes. “Did you forget? I’m telepathic, I read minds.”
“Could you stop staring at me? It makes me uncomfortable.” Kurt says when he catches you looking at him.
“Oh..sorry.”
“I know I may look weird to you.”
“I was actually looking at your tail. That’s so cool, can you grab things with it?”
“You…what? Yes I can.” He furrows his eyebrows, not sure what you’re thinking, “So you don’t think I’m strange?”
“Oh you certainly are strange but your appearance isn’t.” You smile at him, “You look awesome and that whole teleportation thing is great.” You had been really excited to meet him, always thinking he had one of the most interesting abilities. They were similar to your own as well so you hoped he could help you out a bit.
“Thank you.” He replies with a shy smile, blushing a little. Luckily you couldn’t see that.
It was Kurt’s first Christmas in America so you and Jubilee tried to make it as special as possible. In fact, when Kurt was in classes you two had snuck into his room, decorating the room with tinsel, lights and little bobbles. When he came into the room he dropped all his books, spinning around smiling at all the colours. You loved Kurt the second you met him. You two had become such good friends and had so many late night conversations. Kurt had even fallen asleep in your bed sometimes, his tail wrapped around your waist.
You wanted to make Kurt something, so you tried to knit him a sweater. Unfortunately, you made it a bit.. oversized. One sleeve was longer than the other and it was extremely baggy, you knew if Kurt put it on it would look like a dress. Then one day, it disappeared. You asked everyone (except for Kurt obviously) if they had seen your ugly sweater. No one admitted to seeing it.
Christmas morning came and Kurt was up at 6 in the morning banging on your door. The second you came out he grabbed your hand and dragged you downstairs to the tree Hank had set up. Kurt sat down and immediately started ripping off the wrapping paper of his gifts. You wiped your eyes with the back of your hand, smirking at how cute he was, tail waggling happily. Then you saw what was in the box he had just opened. It was the sweater you made. You grabbed at it, trying to get it away from him but he just bamfed to the other side of the room.
“Vhat ees dis?” Kurt asked, looking at the creation, turning it over.
“It’s a sweater,” you mumbled.
“Ees dis from you, Y/N?”
“Yeah, I wasn’t going to give it to you. It didn’t turn out that great.”
“I love it!,” he squealed, pulling the red sweater over his head.
You tried to hold in your laugh but it burst out of you. The sweater was definitely too big for him, looking lopsided and one sleeve hung over his hand. He danced around the room, flapping the sleeves around like a bird. He grabbed your hand and started to dance with you. When you stopped moving, you both were out of breath, letting out little wheezes of laughter. The two of you were inches away from each other. Kurt glancing down at your lips quickly and leaned in to peck you on the lips. He tried to lean away but you grabbed the back of his head and pulled him into a kiss. When the kiss ended, Kurt leaned his head on your forehead and let out a shaky breath.
“Ees dis vhat Christmas is usually like? Because I vould like that.”
“I would like that too.”
You both gave each other tiny smiles before giving small kisses. “Merry Christmas, Kurt.”
Summary: Its past midnight and you have Kurt sleeping in your bed tonight. But you keep him up at night with your thoughts.
You tossed and turned in your bed looking over at the clock on your wall. It reads ‘1:34’ in the morning. There were several reasons why you couldn’t sleep. The blankets made it too hot for you, or maybe you had too much sugar before you went to bed. But also you had your boyfriend in your bed.
You and Kurt had been dating for a real long time and you suggested to him that you guys could have a small sleepover. Of course there were strict rules about opposite genders in the same room but Kurt could obviously just teleport into your room with no problems.
Now he’s asleep right next to you in your bed. You couldn’t think of a more blessing moment than this. Just watching Kurt’s peaceful face as he’s sleeping just made you feel butterflies in your stomach.
You turn again facing away from Kurt focusing on what’s on your mind. You lay there with your eyes wide open for a good few minutes until you felt something warm on your shoulder.
“(Y/n)… Are you still up?”, Your sleepy boyfriend mumbles. You laughed quietly at how cute he sounded and feeling guilty waking him up.
“Yes, I’m sorry baby did I wake you up?”, you turned to face staring at his sleepy face. His eyelids were barely open you almost thought he went back to sleep.
“Mhmm.. Vhy aren’t you sleeping?”, he murmurs, his hand drifting off to brush through your hair. Gosh he’s just so adorable, you just wish this boy to go back to sleep he desperately needs it. It was almost like he was drunk but in a more innocent way.
“Its just… How is a platypus still consider a mammal if it lays eggs?”, you ask in a curious whisper. Kurt stares at you for a minute trying to make sure if you were serious. Seeing that you were waiting for an answer still, he just turns away from you trying to go back to sleep and says, “Go back to sleep, darling”.
“I’m serious, is there another way of being a mammal than just giving birth, like what has this world come to?”, you almost raised voice but remember what time it is right now. You try poking Kurt to get an answer, but his tail grips on a pillow and throws it at your face.
“Sleep. You need it, love”, he mumbles through one of the pillows. “If you’re really curious ask Hank in the morning”.
“But…. I don’t want to look stupid”, your voice drops with your innocent excuse. Kurt turns his body back towards you and grabs you towards his chest embracing you.
“Vell, if I go vith you vill you finally go to sleep”, he says hugging onto you. At first you nod then say yes.
“Good. Gute nacht.”, he whispers drifting off to sleep. You stare at his resting face one last time as you snuggle into his embrace trying to drift to sleep as well.
Imagine Kurt holding onto your wrist or your waist(Depends which he’s feeling up to. More likely, he’ll be holding onto your waist) in large crowds because he doesn’t want to lose you in the sea of people(think: the amount of people at say, a concert). It’s a security thing, and he’s never really done very well in a large group of people; it gets him really anxious and he can’t think straight with that many people breathing down his neck.
Now, imagine Kurt giving you a look, one that says, ‘Can we do it now?’ and before he can even ask properly, you merely nod and tell him, “Go ahead”. And with a ‘BAMF’, Kurt has teleported both of you from the sea of people to your desired destination.
He takes a deep breath in, gives you a shy smile and whispers a small ‘thank you’ before kissing your cheek. You grin up at him and press a warm kiss against his plump lips to help him relax a bit.
Shakily, his tail loosens around your waist and Kurt tilts his head back and mumbles, “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
I looked into German wedding traditions for this list, and some of them are so beautiful, but if anything is off please drop me a message and I’ll change them
I looked into German wedding traditions for this list, and some of them are so beautiful, but if anything is off please drop me a message and I’ll change them
Imagine being an empath and immediately knowing that Kurt wasn’t in control when he attacked the White House.
As soon as you had entered the church, you had sensed something wasn’t quite right. As soon as you saw the mutant responsible for the White House attack, you definitely knew you had gotten something wrong.
“Please don’t kill me. I didn’t mean to harm anyone,” the mutant stammered as Jean held him aloft. You frowned and reached out to touch her arm, shaking your head. Jean reluctantly lowered the stranger to the floor and you approached him carefully.
“What’s your name?” you asked softly, crouching in front of the frightened mutant.
He blinked at you, yellow eyes flashing with fear as they darted between the faces of you and your companions. At last, he stammered out, “Kurt. Kurt Wagner.”
You dipped your head, “My name is [f/n].”
Kurt stared at you, his gaze uncertain, “I didn’t want to hurt anyone,” he mumbled.
You nodded, “I know. I can feel that you mean what you say. I’m an empath.”
Jean and Storm exchanged a look, moving forwards to crouch next to you. “What are you talking about?” Storm asked, her confusion evident. “The Professor told us this was the mutant who attacked the White House.”
You shook your head, “He may have done it, but he wasn’t in control.” You cast Kurt a sympathetic look, “He wasn’t responsible for this.”
Kurt nodded eagerly, shifting so he was closer to you. You could still sense the fear and confusion pouring off of him in waves but it was a little less potent. You straightened, offering him a hand and he winced as you pulled him up. You frowned, seeing the bloody stain on his shoulder. “You’re hurt.”
He shied away from your touch and you felt your heart ache for the scared young mutant. “Don’t worry. We just want to help.”
Reluctantly, Kurt let you examine the wound and you could feel his fear subsiding. You caught him looking at you more than once while you and your companions treated the injury and did your best to offer him a smile each time. When Jean and Storm had gone off a little ways to discuss the next course of action you should take, you sat with Kurt.
“Thank you,” he whispered, glancing up at you shyly. “For believing me.”
You gave his hand a careful squeeze, “You’ve been through a great deal.”
He dipped his head, staring at where your fingers touched his. “Still, your kindness means a great deal.”
“I’m not in the business of hurting innocent people.”
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