alexsunmners:

It’s all good!

Kurt Wagner + Things you said when you were scared + Things you said in the dark

There’s a loud scream from the TV and Kurt
jolts back against you as blood flashes across the screen, squeezing his eyes
shut.

“Turn it off, turn it off!” He pleads, and
you chuckle fondly as you reach for the remote, switching off the TV, leaving
the room dark.

“Hey,” You say, putting a gentle hand on
his arm “It’s off. It’s okay.” He’s trembling slightly as he leans back into
the couch, taking a deep shaky breath.

“Why,” he starts “Why would Peter recommend
that? It was horrible.” Kurt’s voice is indignant and he’s got an adorable
frown on his face. You laugh, winding your arms around his shoulders and
pulling him reassuringly against you.

“Peter’s a dick. I don’t think he was
expecting you to listen to him when he suggested it.” You reply, rubbing
soothing circles on Kurt’s back as you lean into him.

“I shouldn’t’ve.” he grumbles, and you rest
your head on his shoulder.

“No, you shouldn’t’ve. But now you know better
than to go to Peter for movie recommendations. Maybe try Jean, next time. Or
Jubilee. They won’t give you horror flicks if you ask for a good movie.” You
suggest and Kurt lets out a quiet laugh, shifting slightly so he can wrap one
of his arms around you.

“You’re probably right. But I still don’t
think I’ll be able to sleep tonight.” He complains and you drop a light kiss on
his cheek, enjoying the way he flushes slightly at the show of affection.

“Well if you get scared then you know where
to find me.”

fiddlesticksimagines:

This
is my first attempt at writing for a more comic based Kurt, so I hope it’s
alright. I did some research on valentine’s day in Germany, which is where some
of these ideas came from, if anything is off or wrong please message me and let
me know.

Master
list

 

You
woke early, with the intention of getting some grading done before your first
class. Hastily you pulled on your clothes, as the birds sang outside, and
rushed your way to the kitchen, shoving a slice of fluffy bread in the toaster,
and flicking the kettle on.

After
your slightly hurried breakfast, cheeks still full of toast, you bundled up
your stack of papers and continued on your way to your classroom, down the hall
of Xavier’s.

Pulling
your jacket a little tighter around yourself, trying to keep the mid-February
chill out, as you rounded the corner, and pushed your classroom door open with
your back, allowing it to swing shut of its own accord, behind you.

Setting
your papers down on your slightly messy desk, you noticed out of the
corner of your eye, a single Gardenia sat on top of a stack of marked papers. Your
brow furrowed in confusion, glancing around to see if whoever had left the rare
flower was still in your classroom,  before
you picked up the pretty blossom gingerly, stroking the petals gently, allowing
your mind to wander to who might have brought you such a gift, a wistful smile
hovering about your lips.

You brought the bloom to your nose before setting it back down, and
getting to your work.

After marking a handful of papers, you were startled by a low bamf,
that seemed to almost bounce off of the walls of the empty room. Glancing
around for the source of the noise, you found a gingerbread heart, sitting next
to the gardenia, on your desk. By its side lay a beautiful amaryllis flower.

Your suspicions grew, with the sound that came with the appearance of
the delicious looking biscuit. It was much too quiet to have come from the blue
demon like gentleman that you had hoped, but their was no body else who could
make that sound.

Formulating a plan in your mind, you feigned working, as you discreetly
kept your eye on the  stack of papers. Before
long, that same sharp soft bamf filling your ears.

Kurt froze when he saw you, a slight look of panic in his amber eyes,
as he placed a stuffed pig with a queens Anne’s blossom held in its mouth, among
the growing pile of gifts.

A grin growing across your cheeks, while his own flushed slightly, a sheepish
smile showing the very tips of his pointed teeth.

“you really didn’t have to do all of this.’ You murmured, the sudden realization
of what all of this might mean, hitting you, while butterflies fluttered wildly
in your stomach.

Kurt raised his three fingered hand, stroking a thick finger lightly across
the soft skin of your cheek, ‘but you deserve it, and I wanted to.’ He protested
lightly, his thick accent like honey, swirling in your mind, making it fog slightly.

A mischievous smile twitched at his lips, as he realized what affect his
voice had on you. His hand cupped your cheek, as though it was the most delicate
of porcelain. Before leaning in, over your desk. Brushing his nose against your
own, desperately trying to contain a giddy smile. Before he pressed his full lips
to your own, in a warm soft kiss.

 

Have a great day and be safe

random-imagines-blog:

The blue boy was well known for being both sweet and shy around the school, and it was something that you were definitely attracted to. With classrooms full of egotistical students who thought that they were all powerful because they could light a candle with a snap of their finger or make ice cubes with their mind, a bit of humbleness was a relief.

Of course, this didn’t mean that you would just approach him and say hi and tell him you admired his Michael Jackson jacket. It meant that you were going to have a little fun and hopefully, get him to come to you.

While Professor Xavier was going on with his lecture, you kept your eyes on your book so it looked like you were paying attention and following along. Kurt was sitting in front of you, doodling on a piece of paper though he was trying to pay attention. You stretched out your legs, causing you to kick the back of shoe. But you kept it extended. Kurt turned to look at you to see what you were doing and you smiled sweetly.

He smiled back, and turned forwards to look at the professor again. This time, you tore a piece of paper off from your notebook and wrote a little note. ‘Hey cutie’. You dropped it on the floor and kicked it forward so it would be by his seat.

Kurt, being the friendly gentleman that he was, leaned down to  pick it up and offered it to you, but you shook your head.

“Certainly isn’t for me.” You smiled. The bell rang and you picked up your stuff in a hurry, looking over your shoulder as you left the door to see that he had opened the note and looked flushed, his cheeks taking on an almost purple tinge. You smiled to yourself and headed to your next class, thinking the next time you saw him would be very interesting.

iamsuperfluff:

I apologize for any ooc moments, because I’m fairly new to the character, but I promise I did my best. Enjoy the blue cinnamon roll.

Gives nose/forehead kisses

Kurt
does – he might be scary-looking to some but he is the sweetest
little cinnamon roll you will ever meet. He’s all about using his
teleportation to give you little surprise kisses – even
upside-down ones. The kisses make up for the getting startled.
(Even though the little shit always giggles at you when you jump)

Gets jealous the
most

He
tries really hard not to, but being told you’re a hideous demon
creature during most of your formative years tends to lead to
insecurities. Luckily the jealousy is never too deep and a sincere
kiss from you will reassure him so much he’ll blush purple for
hours.

Picks the other up
from the bar when they’re too drunk to drive

Kurt
doesn’t drive much, but as he’s a teleporter that doesn’t really
matter. When you’re too smashed to drive, he’ll teleport you back
home and it always makes
him smile to see the childish amazement on your face (“We were
there and now we’re here. How’d
you do that???”) You both feel pretty sick after, but you don’t
remember and he never mentions it. (He sees it as a sort of little
sacrifice he makes b/c he loves you.)

Takes care of on
sick days

You
do – he’s soooo cute and helpless when he’s sick and he loves
having you baby him when he’s got a high fever and stuff. On the
other hand, when you’re sick he always panics and makes sure you
haven’t contracted some deadly virus. Even if it’s just a cold.

Drags the other
person out into the water on beach day

Both
of you are super-enthusiastic about beach things – whether it be
swimming, sandcastles or just soaking up sunlight. The provision
for this is that it has to be either a private or mutant-only beach
– somewhere nobody is going to point at poor Kurt and scream
“monster!!!” B/c if that’s the case, neither of
you will go.

Gives unprompted
massages

He
does – and he is really.. REALLY, good
at it. You usually fall asleep and he’s gone when you wake up, so
you can never return the favor.

Drives/rides
shotgun

He
has no need for either, but if you’re going somewhere far enough
that he can’t teleport both of you, he’ll take shotgun because he’d
rather spend the hours in the car then get there hours ahead
without you.

Brings the other
lunch at work

You
do! He had an unusual childhood, so care and affection and things
like that are super-precious to him and when you put little notes
in his lunch (even if it’s just mcdonalds) he blushes to the roots
of his hair and won’t stop smiling for hours.

Has the better
parental relationship

Meh?
He has a decent-ish relationship with his mother Mystique
(considering she’s a villain) but depending on how you and your
parents are I’d say it’s a toss-up.

Tries to start
role-playing in bed

You
did once and he was so. Embassased
it was the cutest thing you’d ever seen. So it’s not really a
serious thing but every once in a while you’ll spring something on
him just to see his reaction.

Embarrassingly
drunk dancer

Sadly
this is his department – and it can get really freaky; when he’s
drunk he has less control over his power, so he’ll be flopping
around and singing off-key and he’ll just puff in and out in clouds
of smoke and scare the shit out of anyone he happens to teleport
next to.

Still cries
watching Titanic

Yes.
I’ll just leave it at that.

Firmly believes in
couples costumes

Neither
of you really, although Halloween is a
fun time for him b/c he can go anywhere he wants and ppl will just
think it’s a costume. He always goes overboard on the sugar.

Breaks the
expensive gift rule during Christmas

You
do – because he doesn’t have fancy things and you love to buy him
stuff.

Makes the other
eat breakfast

He
does – you can get into a hyper-focused state when you’re working
and forget to eat, so he’ll show up with pancakes whenever you
forget. He has the sweetest, shyest little smile when he gives you
stuff, you never mind getting distracted when it’s him.

Remembers
anniversaries

Kurt
always remembers and he never minds that you’ve forgotten – it
makes it that much easier for him to plan surprise trips and
parties for you. And you always get him a late gift, so it’s all
good.

Brings up having kids

You do – and although
he’s terrified that they’ll face the same things he did, as long as
you stay together he would absolutely love to be a father (and
let’s face it, he’d be an awesome dad.)

this-ginger-has-no-soul:

(A/N): I KNOW I POST A LOT OF KURT BUT I LOVE HIM AND I NEEDED NEEDY KURT TODAY BECAUSE HE”S SWEET AND PURE OKAY

Warnings: Fluff

---

   Kurt’s head rested on your chest, his arms wrapped around you tightly. After an exhausting mission the two of you just wanted to relax, together of course. Your fingers ran through his hair with ease, causing soft hums and sighs to leave his lips. Laying here was honestly perfect, nothing could be better. The feeling of his skin on yours, his tail lightly swaying side to side, the soft strokes of his fingers on your back. You wouldn’t trade this for the world. Smiling softly, you pressed a soft kiss to the top of Kurt’s head causing him to smile and nuzzle closer to you.

    Your fingers began to drift a little lower, scratching just behind his ear. A low rumble filled Kurt’s chest and it took you a moment but you then realized he was purring. A huge smile spread across your lips and you moved your finger just right causing him to purr even louder.
“Kurt-” you begin “are you-are you purring?” You couldn’t help but giggle.

    Kurt stopped purring immediately, his cheeks tinting a dark shad of purple.
“V-vhat are you talking about Meine liebe?” He asks quietly. 

    “Oh my god,” you whisper “you totally were purring!” You giggle once again as you begin to run your finger along his ear. 

    “N-no I vasnt!” He denies. You can’t help but aww audibly and press multiple kisses to the top of his head. 

    “I think it’s adorable Kurt! You’re like-” you stop to ponder your words. “You’re like my personal blueberry kitten!” You squeal happily. Kurt groans, burying his face in your shirt. 

    “Please don’t call me zhat in front of People, I’ll never hear zhe end of it from Peter and Scott.” You laugh once again as your fingers begin to trace along his pointed ears.

    “Aww, my adorable sweet blueberry kitten!” Kurt could only smile and blush, nuzzling even closer to your body. Really, he was just your sweet blueberry kitten.

this-ginger-has-no-soul:

(A/N): I’m having so many Kurt feels today. LIKE UGH WHY MUST HE BE SO FUCKING CUTE I LITERALLY CANNOT WITH MY LIFE

Warnings: FLUFF, insecure baby Kurt

---

   How did Kurt ever get lucky enough to end up with you? Here you were, a literally angel in his eyes; sweet, caring, wonderful, respectful, gorgeous, and all together perfect person and then…well, Kurt was Kurt. Ugly, hideous Kurt. Kurt often found himself thinking things like that. ‘You’re too ugly for someone like (Y/N), I mean look at you. You’re the embodiment of a freak.’ 

   It was no secret that Kurt hated the way he looked but (Y/N) adored him. To his pointed teeth, all the way down to his 2 toed feet. He was absolutely gorgeous in (Y/N)’s eyes, but he never saw that. Now here he was, wallowing in his self hate while everyone else was out having a good time. Besides, why would they want to be seen with someone like him? 

   People would always stare at him in public, making him feel like an even bigger freak than necessary. They would always turn to each other and whisper about how strange he looked, about how he looked like some kind of devil freak. It hurt to say the least. So for the last few weeks he’d refused to go out with the rest of his friends when they offered to take him places. Instead, he’d curl up in bed and think about how hideous he was. So, he did the same thing tonight. 

   Everyone had gone out for an after mission celebration but Kurt had decided to stay at the mansion, as per usual. Of course everyone knew why but they didn’t want to push Kurt to come. Instead they’d give him a sad smile and say “Well, if you feel like coming out, you know where to find us.” But he never did, and probably never would. 

   Kurt sighs as he buries his face in his pillow, wishing to just sleep and forget he ever existed. Sleep was nearly upon him when a soft knock came from his door. Kurt perked his head up in confusion, his tail springing up in curiosity. 

   “Um- come in?” Kurt calls out before maneuvering to sit up. The door creaked open slightly revealing his beloved (Y/N), a small smile on their lips. Kurt’s tail swayed happily behind him and a slight smile broke it’s way onto his face. 

   “Hey,” (Y/N) whispers as they gently close the door behind them. 

   “Hey,” Kurt replied. (Y/N)’s smile faltered slightly as they began to walk towards Kurt. Kurt’s scrunched his eyebrows in confusion as (Y/N) sat beside him, instead of on his lap like they usually did. 

   “Kurt, I need to talk to you.” And there it was. A stone sunk to Kurt’s stomach as fear overwhelmed him. He knew for a fact that “talks” rarely ever ended well. He knew it was only a matter of time before this happened, I mean one of these days they had to have realized how unworthy he was of them. Kurt nodded as he attempted to swallow the lump forming in his throat.

   “Okay, well-” (Y/N) sighed as they gently picked at their nails. 

   “(Y/N), it’s okay, I knew zhis vas going to happen sooner or later.” Confusion etched across (Y/N)’s face as their eyes snapped up to meet Kurt’s. 

   “Wait, what do you think I want to talk about Kurt?” Now it was Kurt’s turn to be confused. 

   “A-Aren’t you, b-breaking up-” 

   “NO!” (Y/N) all but yelled, causing Kurt to flinch backwards. “I mean no,” They reiterate quieter. “Of course not. Never in a million years Kurt. I just wanted to talk to you about why you’ve been hiding in your room 24/7. I miss you- we all miss you.” It felt like a huge weight had been lifted from Kurt’s shoulders, like he could finally breathe easier. 

   “So, you’re not breaking up vith me?” He asks hopefully. 

   “No baby, of course not.” (Y/N) gives him a gentle smile as they gently take his hands in theirs. “Please, you’re too good to give up.” ‘no you’re not. You don’t deserve them’. The voice in his head spoke up. ‘One of these days they’ll realize what a’- “But Kurt,” Their voice stops the tirade of negativity in his head. “Why have you been hiding?” They seemed so genuinely concerned, their eyes bore into his and their hands gave his a reassuring squeeze. Welup, here goes nothing. 

   “I-it’s just zhat, I don’t vant to embarrass you guys. I know how hard it is to must have to deal vith-” Kurt gestured to his body. “A-and, (Y/N), Meine Liebe, you deserve someone better zhan me.” Kurt sighed shakily as tears threatened to spill over. The room was silent, a silent that nearly scared Kurt half to death. He was honestly too scared to look at (Y/N)’s face, scared of what he might see. He was just about to say something to fill the silence when suddenly two arms wrapped around him in a bone crushing hug. 

   “Kurt Wagner. Don’t you ever say anything like that ever again.” (Y/N) whispered shakily. He could hear the underlying tears in (Y/N)’s voice and that thought alone was enough to break his heart. (Y/N) pulled back slightly so they were able to look Kurt in the face, their beautiful eyes were shining with tears and their bottom lip quivered ever so slightly. “You are not an embarrassment. Never think that. And you are the best goddamn thing to ever happen to me, okay?” Kurt nodded slightly, his own insecurities beginning to ebb away. “I love your blue skin and your cute pointed ears, I love your cute fanged smile and all your scars, I love your tail and the way it wags when you get happy, I love your hands and how they’re big enough to encase mine in a giant blanket of Kurt warmth, I love your cute German accent and they way you say certain words, I love every single thing about you Kurt.” (Y/N)’s voice was shaking so bad by the end of their speech it was enough to send Kurt into his own cry fest. 

   (Y/N) once again wrapped their arms around Kurt, pulling his body to theirs. Their lips ever so gently brushed against his forehead and their soft voice whispered more comforting things to Kurt. “Just because you don’t have boring rounded ears, or a boring skin color does not mean I love you any less. I’d love you in any form Kurt, understand?” Kurt nodded as he wiped away at his nose. “Good,” They whispered  as they pressed a tender kiss to Kurt’s nose. 

   Kurt still wondered how we was able to end up with someone like you. A sweet, caring, wonderful person like you. It honestly baffled him, but he never again thought he wasn’t good enough for you. 

this-ginger-has-no-soul:

(A/N): KURT BEBE

Warnings: Nightmares, FLUUUUUUUUUUUFFFFFFFFFFFF

---

   It was Kurt’s worst nightmare. Literally. There (Y/N) was, laying in his arms, death nearly upon Them. Kurt was begging them to stay but nothing was getting through to them in their woozy state. Had he just gotten to them a little earlier they wouldn’t be bleeding out in his arms. 

“Come on (Y/N),” He whispers as they obviously slip in and out of consciousness. “Don’t leave me. Vhat vould I do vithout you?”
“Kurt,” they rasp out as they manage to gently cup his cheek. “It’s okay sweetie, I’ll be okay.” But both of
Them knew that was a lie. Tears cascaded down both of their cheeks, but neither of them cared. It was only moments later that Kurt realized (Y/N)’s tears had stopped. And so had their breathing. Hurt welled within him and threatened to eat him alive. No. He couldn’t live without (Y/N) He couldn’t lose his angel. More tears fell from his eyes and just as he was about to scream in fury and pain he jolted awake. 

   Sweat clung to his skin and his heart was beating erratically. Without any hesitation he bamfed out of his room and into (Y/N)’s. Sure, he felt a little bad for waking them up at such an hour but he needed reassurance more than anything. 

   "(Y/N), Meine Liebe,“ he whispers as he places his hand gently on their shoulder. The small action was enough to rouse them from their sleep. 

    “Hey Kurt,” they mumble sleepily as they rub at their eyes. “What’s up?” Kurt attempted to swallow the lump in his throat but to no avail. Just seeing them was enough to bring tears back to his eyes.

    “I just had a nightmare,” he mumbles.

    “Oh,” they nod in understanding. “C’mere.” They open your arms wide, inviting him into their comforting embrace. Kurt immediately crawls into their arms, a sense of comfort already washing over him. He nuzzles into their neck, a quiet purr escaping his lips. “Wanna talk about it?” They whisper as they gently run their fingers up and down his spine. Kurt immediately shakes his head as a small whimper falls from his lips. “Okay, thats okay,” they calm him as they press a gentle kiss to his temple. A comfortable Silence falls over the two, both of them just enjoying the feeling of each other. 

   ”(Y/N),“ Kurt whispers. (Y/N) merely hums as they continue to stroke up and down his back. “I-I had a dream, y-you died.” Kurt swallows down some of his tears as he nuzzles even closer to (Y/N). “A-and I couldn’t save you. Y-you died in my arms a-and” Kurt stops short when (Y/N) presses a sweet kiss to his lips. 

   "It was just a nightmare Kurt, I’m still here with you.“ Kurt nods before going back to nuzzling into (Y/N)’s neck. 

   "I’m sorry I woke you up,” Kurt mumbles as he presses a small kiss to (Y/N)’s neck. 

    “It’s okay,” (Y/N) yawns. “Anything for you Kurt.” And Kurt could sleep well, knowing his (Y/N) was alive and well, sleeping right underneath him.

jellantria:

• “Warren, what are you drinking?”
• “Uhm, tea?”
• Warren would leave the room to get something and Kurt being a curious lil fluffball drinks from the tea.
• Plus he loves tea so he couldn’t resist it.
• “This tea tastes different.”
• “It’s good, though. Maybe another sip.”
• He would start teleporting anywhere around the mansion, scaring unsuspected students.
• “I am a furry menace!”
• Imagine him teleporting in a corner and seeing a student taking cookies from someone else’s stash.
• “I see you, Kate!”
• “Who is this?”
• “Your consciousness.”
• He would soon grow tired and bored and settle somewhere rather uncomfortable like he would hang with his tail from the beams in the ceiling.
• He would switch to German.
• And sing nursery rhymes in German.
• You would attempt to persuade him to follow you in order to help him sober up.
• You would end up on the roof because he is a smol sneaky schnitzel .
• You almost fell down, but he managed to teleport you back inside.
• He teleported away and you had to search him around the mansion again.
• He almost dropped some vases that were Charles’ family heirloom.
• Also, he almost broke a chair and three plates, because he teleported clumsily in the kitchen.
• You finally managed to catch him.
• The alcohol’s influence is starting to rub off, finally!
• He starts being dizzy and he feels lightheaded.
• You help him out along with warren, who laughed with Kurt’s shenanigans.
• You tuck him in his bed and kiss him ‘goodnight’.
• “Stay, meine Bonbon.”