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.
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.
Kurt really has never had a real crush before — he’s just never really found a person that had ever made him feel a little weak at the knees, and tongue tied. That is, until you enrolled at Xavier’s. He’ll never forget the first time he saw you; he was in the middle of telling a story to Scott, when you walked by. He literally stopped mid-sentence, watching you with Jubilee. Scott immediately picked up on it, and ever since, has been trying to get Kurt to actually speak to you. (the first time he talked to you, he switched to German on accident and BAMF’d out of there when you looked a little confused.) And after a while, Scott enrolled Peter to help Kurt — and since then, he’d probably gotten more advice than a Cosmo magazine.
Tonight, Peter and Scott decided, is the night Kurt is going to have a normal conversation with you; after all, it is a party, that’s where lots of things can happen. (No, Kurt, don’t ask her if she likes pirates!)
So after raiding Kurts closet — only to find many Michael Jackson inspired clothes — Kurt is currently sporting Peter’s Rush shirt (I swear to God bro, don’t spill anything on it!) and a pair of Scott’s jeans, he’s pretty much a nervous wreck when they get there (and he hasn’t even seen you yet!)
“Dude, you’re gonna be okay,” Peter assures him, jokingly fixing Kurt’s fringe. “she’s not intimidating, whatsoever.”
“Yeah Kurt, just be yourself!” Scott adds, patting him on the back. “Now, let’s go find her. Jean said she’d be hanging out with the girls.”
“Wait, guys!” Kurt exclaims. “I don’t think I can do this!”
Peter rolls his eyes and grabs Kurts arm, and says,
“You practically undress her with her eyes every time she’s in the same vicinity as you, might as well actually talk to her!”
Scott chuckles as Kurt objects his statement, but immediately stops in his tracks when he sees you. And lord have mercy, do you look gorgeous. With a plastic cup in your hand and a beautiful dress on, Kurt’s heart pretty much leaps out of his chest. Peter and Scott are already snickering to each other over his reaction.
“Okay dude, here goes nothing!” Peter smirks, before announcing their arrival to everyone; attention turning towards the trio.
Your gaze immediately travels to Kurt’s, and you give him a little smile and wave. Beside you, you can hear Jubilee snicker.
“What are you laughing about?” You ask with a small smile, causing her to roll her eyes playfully.
“I’m telling you, the kid is head over heels for you!” Jubilee replies, nudging you with her elbow. “C’mon, look at him! He’s adorable.”
“He is, I’m not denying that!” You answer, taking a sip of your drink. “But he always makes excuses to leave whenever we talk.”
“That’s just because he’s scared!” She exclaims, like it’s obvious. “You know what? I got an idea.”
Before you’re able to ask, Jubilee dashes over to Peter, whispering something in his ear. Peter looks over at you and then at Kurt, a smirk growing on his face. Before you can interject, Peter is already gathering the girls and guys to go into the other room, whilst Scott pretty much shoves Kurt towards your direction — leaving the two of you alone in the living room.
“Well, we have some either pretty great, or pretty terrible friends,” you say with a laugh, as Kurt chuckles shyly. “how are you doing tonight, Kurt?”
“I’m… I’m doing great!” He says, trying to push away his nervousness. “and you?”
“I’m good! Better, now that you’re here.” You tell him, nudging him with your elbow. At your words, butterflies erupt in his stomach. He can already hear Scott and Peter making fun of him. “So, we’ve never actually talked before! What can you do? Jubilee tells me you got some sweet powers.”
“Well, I can teleport to anywhere I’ve been before,” he explains, nodding a ‘thank you’ as you hand him his own drink. “and I got my tail.” You both chuckle as it flows happily behind him. “What can you do?”
“My power isn’t even close to being cool as yours, but I can create duplicates of myself!” You explain, as Kurt smiles.
“No way, that can’t be your power, that’s awesome!” He tells you excitedly, taking a sip of his drink.
“Actually, you’re right! My superpower is actually sucking dick.” You joke, but at your words, Kurt actually chokes on his drink, spitting it out a little bit.
“Oh my gosh, are you okay?!” You laugh, placing a hand on his shoulder, as he finally catches his breath. If he could blush, his cheeks would for sure be a deep shade of red. (It’s totally not because he’s thought about that late at night — certainly not.)
“Yeah, yeah!” He reassures. “Just… I just didn’t… think you’d say that!” He stutters, causing you to throw your head back in a laugh.
“I’m just going to blame that joke on the alcohol,” you chuckle, trying to catch your breath. “but yeah, I really can duplicate myself!”
“Thank the lord, because I have no idea how the other one could actually be a power!” Kurt replies with a smile.
“Believe me, there’s a way, Kurt!” You quip, throwing him a little wink.
Dear lord, Kurt thinks, this girl is going to be the death of me.
Summary: Kurt comes over at you for some relationship advice.
“Knock Knock… Are you here?” Kurt knocked your door a little too shy. This was weird. You both had been friends for a while now, and even tho he respects your space, he didn’t tend to be this polite.
“Yes… Is everything okay?” you said as you sat on your bed and throwing your phone away. It was just another boring afternoon at the X-mansion. Kurt walked in with a concerned look on his face, eyes stuck on the floor.
“Verdammt, my hands are sweating…” he said almost in a whisper as he waved his hands trying to get rid of the sweat.
“What’s going on, Wagner?” you asked a bit worried. This behavior was not normal in contrast with his swashbuckling personality.
“I… I…”Kurt stuttered “… I zhink I need your help…”
“Are you hurt? Shall we go to the hospital?” you jumped out of the bed and stood up right in front of your friend.
“Nein… Nein, I’m alright… I just… Scheiß! Vhy is zhis so hard?!” Kurt threw a little tantrum as he clenched his fists and moved his arms up and down, frustration taking over him more and more after every second.
“KURT!” you yelled as you grabbed his shoulders in an attempt to chillax your blue friend. “You’re using your inducer, and you are all nervous and you don’t explain yourself properly… Now tell me what the heck is going on!” you inquired.
“I need your help!” He said all stressed out as if he was requesting for the most hardcore thing ever.
“Yes! You made that part very clear! But for what?! What makes you so mad?!”
“I… I…” he stuttered again.
“You…?”
“I… vant to… ask you… a… a… a favor…”
“JUST SPIT IT OUT!” you yelled, losing your patience.
“…I vant to ask a girl out…” he said with a barely audible tone. His eyes pierced on the floor, cheeks as red as apples.
“Just that?” you replied, despising his question.
“‘Just zhat?’ Are you crazy?! It’s one of the hardest zhings I’ve done!” he looked over at you for a second looking like a lunatic.
“Ok, let me see: You, Kurt Wagner, the incredible Nightcrawler, swashbuckling hero, ultimate X-Man, german Casanova, YOU need MY help to ask a girl out?” you emphasized parts of your argument to make his see your point.
“Correct…” he said, face down again “… all zhat fake confidence von’t vork here. I… “ he remained a little bit in silence “…I really like her…” blush covering his face again.
“And how I get to help you on that?” you asked skeptical. This was his area! His element! How was it possible that now he struggled so badly to get it done?
“You’re a girl! Tell me vhat to do! Help me practice or somezhing!” he yelled all freaked out again, looking for a few seconds straight at your face. If desperation had a scent, Kurt would definitely stink like it. His eyes were filled with panic.
With your patience hanging from a hair, you pushed Kurt’s shoulders, making him –fortunately- falling on your bed.
“Uh… mein freund… I don’t zhink I vanted to say zhis…” he said blushing once more and looking very embarrassed “…Definitely not vhat I meant…”
“No, silly! I need you to calm down a little bit!” you replied making an obvious facepalm. Kurt’s mouth became an ‘O’ as he got what you meant. He sat down and you did the same next to him.
“Alright, ‘bub’… Tell me, how do you feel about her?” you placed a hand on his back and he blushed more, looking at your feet.
“I… I…”
“Okay, you have to stop doing that. If you can’t tell me how you feel about this girl, how do you pretend to tell her?” you interrupted trying to make his win a bit of self control.
“Vithout vomiting if possible”
“Well… That’s okay… But you gotta feel confident about what you’re going to say!” you replied trying to give him ‘tips’ or something that seemed helpful.
After a few moments of Kurt’s blankly hypnotized by the floor, he began to speak
“…I alvays zhought she vas very pretty from zhe moment I saw her… Once I met her, I found her beautiful… My heart races faster than vhen I vas at the circus performing… My mind goes vild und all I can zhink of is… her…” Kurt made a pause and then he let out a loud sigh “Verdammt, zhis is going to be horrible!”
“No, it’s going great! Continue, please” you said. All your attention was now on the german’s fluency.
“I… I love being vith her. Every single minute spent vith her is like being closer to heaven… und her eyes… It’s like she could hide the universe in her eyes… und her laugh if beautiful…” Kurt kept talking sweet and beautiful words, blushing all the time. His eyes were glowing and he occasionally stuttered, mesmerized by the image of her loved one.
“… I… I only hope she likes me because of me, und zhat one day I’ll be able to go out vith her vithout my inducer und feeling comfortable about it, because…” He paused a little bit “…she makes me feel invincible, like I could conquer zhe vorld. But truth is it doesn’t matter, because she’s my vorld, the only zhing I vant to ‘conquer’… “ Kurt paused again “Crap! I’m so screwed!!!” he whined and hid his face in his hands.
“Kurt… If you think in a way poets would be jealous to hear, why don’t you go and tell her?”
“Liebeling, didn’t you saw how I have struggled to get zhis out of my chest? Now imagine it doing it in front of her” he said looking right in your eyes, holding your hand between his. Moments later, he pressed your hand against his chest, his heart beating like if it would jump out of Kurt.
“And why don’t you just go and tell her what you told me?” you asked confused, still not fully understanding what the fuss was about.
“I… I can’t…” he whispered.
“Why not? I’m sure she will feel flattered if you tell her what you just told me about her” you tried your best to make him win confidence.
“Because she wants me as a friend” he let out harshly, releasing your hand and looking down again. His tone like he had lost a battle. “She won’t care. It doesn’t matter what I say…”
“Okay, let’s make the next exercise” you said standing up. You extended a hand towards your friend, inviting him to join you. He stood up next to you, holding your hand and blushing as his eyes were focused on both your hands.
“Kurt, first of all, I need you to close your eyes” he lifted his gaze to meet your eyes, just to close them a few seconds later. As you tried to let go of his hand, you felt his grip becoming slightly tighter.
“Please don’t… I… I need your support, please…” he whispered. It seemed like he was begging you to hold his hand.
“Okay, Kurt. I won’t let you go” as you said this, his touch became gentle again.
“Danke, liebe…” he smiled and blushed one more time.
“My pleasure, love” you replied with a smile. “Now, pay attention. I need you to visualize you in front of your crush. Imagine my hand being hers, and imagine her as beautiful as you see her…” you enjoyed washing Kurt blush red and more than red and his smile becoming bigger all the way through this. “…Now, she’s gone. You’re alone, in a dark room inside your head. Thinking of all the things she makes you feel. All the thoughts she brings to your mind and heart. And now, you say them out loud, as if you wanted them to travel through the air and brush her ears, or to get into her brain as she sleeps so she can have the sweetest dreams with you… Now, Kurt, let them free…”
Just before your finished speaking, Kurt began to talk in german. Luckily, Professor Xavier gave you this little earbud that could translate anything to the pre-selected language, so you plugged it to your ear and waited to hear his soul pouring out of his chest.
“I wish I had the guts to tell you this face to face and in a language you could understand, but no matter how, I just want you to hear and know that from the moment your eyes landed on mine, you took my breath away. I couldn’t get you out of my head, and now I can’t rest properly, I can’t eat right, I am not alone because you’re always with me. I wish you could feel the same way about me, and deep inside, I feel like you do, or at least it is what I want to believe. So please, look beyond my looks. Don’t get intimidated by the way I look, but try to meet me from the inside, please! Let me show you who I am. Let me treat you like you deserve and love you like no one else could ever do, I can take you to places you’ve never been, and I can make you happier than you are if you want to, and I want to share my own happiness with you, because you add a little more happiness to my life everytime we’re together… but please, don’t look at me just like a friend. Let me show you otherwise, and let me show you how close I am to loving you…”
Kurt suddenly opened his eyes, fright showing on his face, scared like he had just seen a ghost.
“I… I…”
“That… That was very beautiful, Kurt…” you smiled. He was such a poet and a romantic person! No matter what girl he was going after, she will fall at his feet for sure!
“… I almost told you her name…”
“If you want to keep her anonymous, it’s okay to me. Just go out and tell her the same!” you smiled wide and pointed to the door, letting go of his hand.
Kurt looked at you and frowned. His eyes felt like digging inside of you. After a few seconds, he looked back at the floor, disappointed.
“What?” you whispered taking a step closer to him.
“You vant me to tell her everyzhing I just said to you…” he whispered eyes once more on the floor.
“Yes! That’s why you came here on the first place, right? You needed help to ask her out, remember? Go on! Do it! Tell her how close you are to love her!!” you said enthusiastically. Kurt looked at you, blushed again and gave you a sad smile.
“I just did”
“…whut?”
“I did it. I just told her. But she’s too busy zhinking she’s helping out a ‘friend’ she can’t see how madly in love I’m vith her” he laughed a bit, disappointment and a bit of sarcasm showing again.
“You…”
“I…” he said and shrugged. “Can you blame me, liebeling?” he smiled a bit again.
“Wow… nice plan…”
“Hahahaha! Ja… Only zhat I didn’t planned zhis…” he shrugged again.
“No? Then wha…?”
“See, I came here for ideas to ask you out since I vas nervous as hell, you saw me… But you took it to a whole new level… You made me ‘spit out’ all zhose zhings inside me even before asking you out… See zhe impact you have in me, liebe?”
Now you were the one blushing. You felt flattered, and deep –or not so deep- inside, you were incredibly happy you were the beautiful girl he was talking about.
“So… Is zhat a ‘Ja’?” he asked a little impatient. You ran to his arms and hugged him tight.
“We should’ve began there, Kurt”
“Vell, try to keep your cool vith such a beauty so close to you…” he blushed again and held you tight.
“Then let’s go, german Casanova!” you let him go, now holding his hand. A twisted smile appeared on his face and the shade of red was brighter now.
“Verdammt, I should ask for your advice more frequently, liebeling” he laughed still nervous, but very excited at the same time. “Danke, liebe”
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