135. “Please put me down it’s just a sprained ankle.”
“So, why did I have to punch that guy, you ask? I– Kurt, for the love of– Please put me down, it’s just a sprained ankle… Anyway, well, you see professor… it happened like this…”
“What did you just say?” My voice was full of outrage and shock at what this idiot had just said. He was obviously a jock-type from one of the local public schools.
“I said that you should take that blue freak away to the circus or something. He definitely doesn’t belong here!”
“Apologize, now.” I knew that my boyfriend already felt bad enough about himself without people like this giving him a hard time, and the circus comment would have brought up bad memories.
“Yeah princess? Or what?”
“Don’t call me that, only he calls me that. Now apologize.”
“Why don’t you come over here and make me?”
“So you see, Professor,” I said from Kurt’s arms, having given up on trying to convince him to put me down, “I had to teach him a lesson… But hey, I did it without using my powers! That’s good, right…?”
Kurt couldn’t help but compare himself to the man you were talking too. A feeling of sadness, and jealousy washing over him. Of course he knew that you would never cheat, but he couldn’t not size himself to the man.
“Just go over and talk to her,” Scott interrupted Kurt’s self pity party.
“No, I can’t ruin her time with Mr. Normal Skin And Five Fingers Human Bodied Boy,” And with that Kurt bamfed into his room, silently praying to God that that man have bad luck.
“What was that all about?” You asked your boyfriend, peter, as he had just zoomed by, picked you up and set you down in your dorm room.
“You know I just thought we could spend sometime together?” Peter lied. The truth was, he was jealous. Only he could use cheesy pick up lines on you.
“Wait… Are you jealous?” You asked, a smile on your face.
“What? Me? Jealous? N-No.”
Blah, blah, blah. Blah. Was all the Scott was hearing from the boy who was flirting at you. Doesn’t he know he’s fucking in class? And her boyfriend is RIGHT HERE? He thought.
“I think we should hang-”
“I think you should shut the fuck up Brett before I laser you until you’re bacon, Bitch!” Scott yelled in front of the class, having enough of it. All eyes were on him, the room was silent. “Yes, I’ll go to the principal’s office.” He answered with out even knowing the question that was going to be asked.
Raven watched as you talked to the bar tender, she knew that you had good intentions, its just she also knew that others may not.
Walking over to the chair you sat yourself in, the only thought going through her mind was ‘fuck it’ and kissed you. From the moment her lips touched yours, you knew that she was jealous. Oh this was gonna be a fun night.
You stared into the mirror, checking over every detail of your outfit.
The note, along with a single flower, that had been personally delivered by one
of Kurt’s little bamfs, in the middle of a class full of giggling teenagers, still
sat on your dresser, it simply read, ‘meet me in the lobby at 8 o’clock, all my
heart your fuzz ball.’ The scrap of paper may have been simple, but the beautiful
words imprinted on it were held close to your heart.
Eventually satisfied with your outfit, you slipped on your shoes and
headed out of your bedroom door, and down the long corridor to entrance hall,
where Kurt was already waiting patiently, looking dashing as ever with his
freshly pressed shirt, his jacket folded over his strong arm.
As soon as he spotted you, his already handsome face lit up, fangs just
say poking out from between his full lips. “mein Schatz’ he murmured into your
hair as he wrapped his arms around you, his scent filling your nose, as you buried
your face in his chest. “will I need a coat?’ you asked as you pulled away slightly,
unsure of where you would be going, ‘you can have mine, if you get cold darling’
he reassured, taking your hand and leading you out of the grand double doors, ‘but
I don’t want you to be cold’ you protested, ‘well then, we’ll just have to snuggle
together to keep warm’ a flirtatious smile playing at his lips, as you strolled
into the gardens, the fireflies dancing amongst the flowers, as the stars
twinkled above, in the inky velvet sky; fingers
still intertwined as Kurt lead you to a small hill, where at the very top, sat a
bottle of wine, two glasses and a blanket for the pair of you to sit on. You couldn’t
help the broad smile from spreading across your cheeks, as you made your way to
the very top, where the pair of you flopped down onto the blanket, bumping
shoulders.
“This is beautiful Kurt’ you complimented, giving his cheek a sweet
kiss, making those little fangs peep out once more, as you cuddled into him, ‘are
you cold?’ he asked, already draping his jacket over your shoulders, ‘no, I’m
just stealing some of your warm’ you murmured.
The pair of you chatted for hours, about everything and nothing, perfectly
content in each other’s company, watching the fireflies waltz together, until a
drop of water dripped onto your nose, followed by another and another. “Hang
on, storm warned me it might rain’ Kurt rambled as he reached behind him,
grabbing a large umbrella, as the heavens opened, rain pouring from the
midnight sky. Kurt pulled you back into his side, fingers knotted together, as
he held the umbrella with his tail. You would have to thank Ororo in the morning.
Prompt: Hi! Can you please write a Kurt Wagner x Fem!Reader??
Characters: Kurt Wagner X Fem!Reader
Words: 300+
“Whaz is zhis?” Kurt asked and pointed at your record player. You smiled at him. “This is a record player, it is used to play these on,” you explained and showed him your favorite vinyl.
“Why would zou lizen to vinyls when you can use your phone?” Kurt asked and looked confused. You laughed at him and gently put the vinyl on the player.
Can I just say how much I LOVE this prompt?? This has a bit of angst but mostly fluff I promise
You were thankful for Professor X’s advice on keeping a store of cash with you at all times while on missions. It was pouring down rain by the time you and Kurt had contacted the rest of the team after being separated and the sun had already set. Storm had said they were too far away to rendezvous with you until morning and suggested you two find a place to bunker down for the night. If you and Kurt pulled your emergency money together you could afford a decent hotel for the night. Neither of you relished the idea of staying in a no-tell motel after all.
It was on days like this that Kurt wished he looked normal. He was sitting outside at one of the lunch tables, eating lunch with Scott and Peter. They were talking about something, but he wasn’t really listening. He was watching you across the courtyard. Kurt sighed. He was sure a beautiful, popular mutant like you would never be seen with the likes of him.
“Earth to Wagner,” Peter waved his hand in front of his face, snapping him out of his lovestruck daze. “Caught in her orbit again?”
“You could say zhat,” he sighed, resting his chin against his hand.
“Dude, just ask her out.” Scott encouraged. “If you don’t, I will.”
“Me? Ask her out? She would laugh in my face.” Kurt motioned to himself. “Do you not see me? I’m blue vith pointy ears, fangs, a serious lack of fingers, and a tail. At least you look human.”
“She has wings,” Peter pointed out. Now all three of them were watching you play volleyball with some of the other girls. You looked over at them, waving and smiling.
“But she’s not…she’s not a freak. Like me.”
“Dude. You’re not a freak,” Scott said. Peter sighed.
“Scott,” Peter looked to his friend, nodding. “Do what needs to be done.”
“On it,” Scott said, getting up from the table. Kurt watched helplessly as Scott walked over to you. He returned a few seconds later, a smirk on his face.
“Well…?” Peter asked.
“She very politely explained that I’m not her type and that she likes someone else.” Scott said. Kurt felt deflated.
“So she likes someone zhen,” he sighed. He knew it wasn’t meant to be.
“Who knows, buddy?” Peter put a hand on his shoulder.
*Meanwhile on the volleyball court*
“What are they saying?” You asked Jean. You, Jean, Jubilee, and Ororo had all stopped playing once Scott had come over to ‘ask you out’. Now Jean was listening to their conversation to see what was really going on.
“Scott just told them everything you said.”
“And then?” Jubilee asked.
“Awwww,” Jean smiled.
“What?”
“Kurt is all sad because he thinks you like someone else.” Jean said.
“Awwwwww,” you and the other girls sighed together.
“Poor Kurt,” you peeked out from behind the tree you were all hiding behind. “I should tell him tonight then, huh?”
“Definitely,”
***
Kurt walked through the courtyard sadly, dragging his feet. The boys had wandered off sometime earlier at the instruction of Jean. Unknown to you, or Kurt for that matter, they were hiding nearby, ready to watch everything go down.
You flew over, your wings fluttering behind you.
“Hey Kurt!” You greeted, smiling as you touched down beside him.
“Oh! H-hey (Y/N)!” he replied nervously. “How are you doing?”
“Great,” you smiled. “Um, there’s actually something I needed to talk to you about.”
“Vhat might zhat be?”
“I…Kurt, I really like you. Like a lot. And I know what you’ve been thinking about yourself and wishing you could look normal, but please don’t. You’re perfect just the way you are.”
“You…you really zhink so?” he asked, amber eyes wide and a grin spreading across his face.
“Of course I do!” You smiled.
“Vould…um, vould it be okay if I kissed you?” he asked politely.
“It would be more than okay,” you reached up, grabbed his blue cheeks, and pulled his lips to yours. His arms wrapped around your waist, thumbs tracing circles on your skin. You tangled your fingers in his black and blue locks of hair, pulling him closer.
When you finally let go, he was looking at you with stars in his eyes.
“About time, buddy!” Peter called across the courtyard, shooting Kurt a thumbs up. He smiled sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck.
“Come on, Kurt,” You slipped your hand into his. “How about I show you what it’s like to fly?”
“All right, this isn’t going as planned.” Raven shook her head. “Nightcrawler! Echo! Get in there!”
“Me?” You asked, sitting up in your seat in the jet. You didn’t get much action, mostly because you couldn’t see, and without someone there to guide you, you couldn’t really use your sonic screams without risking the safety of your other teammates.
“Like we practiced,” Raven nodded. “Kurt, stay with her. Aim her.”
“Got it.” Kurt nodded. He *bamf*ed beside you and then out of the jet, onto the battlefield.
“Tell me when,” you told him.
“Okay,” Kurt scanned the battlefield, turning your shoulders. “Now,”
You screamed. Sonic waves tore through the air, leaving your mouth in rings. It took out the robot that was attacking Scott, and seemed to faze the rest of them.
“Good,” Kurt told you. You stopped, nodding. He turned you again, this time at the attacker that was focused on Jubilee. “Again,” You screamed another earsplitting scream, easily taking out the attacker. “Stop.” You closed your mouth. “Zhat vas zhe best you’ve ever done!”
“Couldn’t have done it without you,” you smiled.
“Kurt! (Y/N)! Watch out!” shouted Jean from across the battlefield. Before you could react, you were both brought to the ground, tackled by something. You felt a stinging pain in the back of your head. Hot fresh tears of pain streamed from your eyes. Scott took out the machine with his laser vision. It was the last of the robot attackers.
“Are you all right? Vhat’s wrong?” Kurt asked with concern, kneeling in front of you. You were sitting on your knees, your eyes squeezed shut and hiding behind your hands. They stung worse than anything you had ever felt.
“I don’t think so. Something is seriously wrong with my eyes.” You shook your head, trying to blink and roll them and do anything to make them feel better.
“Well yeah there’s something wrong with your eyes,” Peter sped over, stopping in beside you and Kurt where the rest of the group was gathering. “You’re blind.”
“I know, but…It stings so, so bad,” You rubbed them, more tears forming.
“Are you going to be okay?” Kurt asked, his hands on your shoulders. You nodded, the pain finally starting to subside.
“Oh…Ouch…” You blinked, and you swore for even a second, it felt bright. You opened your eyes and were bombarded with color and bright lights. It took a while, but slowly, everything dimmed. “Kurt,” You stated, looking at his face.
“Vhat?” He asked, looking at you. Your eyes were fixed on his face, taking in the sight of him for the first time in months. He stared at you, confused. He hadn’t quite realized you could see him. You took off your sunglasses and looked at him.
“Kurt.” You repeated, your eyes meeting his. He paused, eyes flicking from one of yours to the other.
“You can see me?” he asked, finally understanding what had happened. You nodded, cupping your hands on his cheeks. He was amazed, confused, but amazed nonetheless. “How?”
“I-I don’t know,” you had shaky hands. “I don’t know what happened, but-”
“Zhis is amazing!” Kurt helped you to your feet. He engulfed you in his arms, his tail snaking around your waist. “Do you zhink it’s permanent?”
“I’m not sure,” you looked at him, memorizing all of the intricate designs of his face. You traced them gently. “I never noticed these.” You whispered gently. He blushed, his cheeks tinting a deeper purple color.
“I…Zhey’re…” Kurt started to explain.
“Guys, this is great and all, but we kind of have to get back.” Scott pointed back to the jet. You nodded, clinging to Kurt. He *bamf*ed you back into the jet, sitting in the seat beside you.
“What happened?” asked Hank, looking back at you and the others.
“Something amazing.” You replied, a smile finding its way onto your face.
***
You sat on the grass hill during the sunset, Kurt’s arms around your waist and his head resting on your shoulder. You rested against him, leaning back against his chest.
“I had almost forgotten what sunsets looked like,” you whispered, watching the amazing colors in awe. It’s easy to take things for granted when you see them every day, but once you go a while without being able to see something, that’s when you can truly appreciate it.
“Did you almost forget me, Liebling?” Kurt asked, his voice very soft.
“I could never forget you, Kurt,” you told him, smiling when you felt his soft lips on your cheek.
“Ich liebe dich.”
“Ich liebe dich auch,” you replied. He laughed.
“In all of my days in zhe circus, I never imagined someone could love me, looking zhe vay I do. And yet here you are, mein liebe.”
“You are the cutest thing on earth, I swear.” You laughed, leaning back to kiss his cheek. “Even if I hadn’t been blind when we met, we would still be together now. I have no doubt.”
“Really?”
“Really.” You nodded. He hugged you tighter. His eyes watched the sun as it sank below the horizon. While the world might judge Kurt for his odd appearance, he knew you wouldn’t, and that was all that really mattered.
You weren’t the best person at expressing that you needed help. You were stubborn, and you had walls erected to protect yourself from being seen as weak. Weak people got killed in your world.
Mutants had been ‘out’ for decades now, since the Cuba incident. You’d learnt about the branch of mutants who’d fought in Vietnam. All of a sudden, it was like the world was discovering a shared but hidden history.
They hated it. Anti mutant groups sprung up everywhere, people got killed, and while it was frowned upon, a lot of people got away with it.
It was a struggle for those with obvious mutations, such as your friend Kurt Wagner. He was blue, had a tail, and he was as obvious as they come. His odd number of fingers and toes had people calling him ‘devil’, a sharp knock to the sweet, kind Catholic boy’s confidence and mentality.
Kurt was soft, a sweet boy who was not scared to show and express his feelings, which is why you fell for him. His German accent, and his stumbles over the English language helped with that too. He’d asked you out in such a manner, “Liebling, I ‘vould like to ask you for date, pleases.”
How could you say no?
“Sure, tomorrow?”
Just like that, the two of you were an item. You’d grown as close as partners could be, only surpassed by Jean and Scott (but that’s due to the fact she could read his mind). He knew everything about you, including your resistance to assistance when you truly needed it.
“Liebling, I can helps you down.”
“I’m fine!” You insisted, as you were suspended from the air, hanging off the chandelier by your right hand. Your mutation was to survive, and it allowed you to ‘copy’ the mutations of other mutants. The only trouble is that you had no idea how to control or use these mutations, which is how you’d accidentally ‘bampfed’ up to where you currently were.
“Y/N, I can easily gets you down.”
“I’m, uh, completely fine!” As you said the last word, your hand slipped. You were falling, and high key shrieking, when ‘bampf’.
“Is not bad thing to ask for help, Y/N.” Kurt had his arms around you, and he was smiling at you, even though you could see concern in his eyes. “Maybe a little, is okay.”
You nodded frantically, absolutely scared from your near death experience. “A little help, please.” You paused, “Just until I can teleport when I want to, and where I want to.”
His laugh let you know he was truly amused by you.
AI see and love so many headcanons about dating/living with Kurt, and man those are all so good, but I’ve got some ideas in my head that I gotta get out, and hopefully someone else will enjoy them. These should work with all versions of Kurt, from the comics to the movies to the cartoons, minus maybe Kurt Darkholme and the Kurt from Earth-597 because screw that.
Everybody knows the exact minute that figured out he had a thing for you.
Like he wasn’t even subtle about it, didn’t try to be subtle. He’d stop dead in his tracks, just staring at you, before grabbing whoever happened to be standing closest to him- or just walking by-, to ask if they know your name.
If asked why, you can be damn sure he responds with something so cheesy that it makes everyone around him groan, like “I vant to know zhe name zhat’s vritten on mein heart.” Because he is a cheeseball. An adorable, fuzzy, sweet blue cheeseball.
He introduces himself to you buy giving you a bouquet of flowers, and when you take them, happy to have the pretty, obviously hand picked little things, but mostly confused about why this very cute, very blue man was giving them to you, he explained that he could only give those flowers to the most beautiful woman in the world.
He says something similar whenever he gives you flowers, which is a lot because nothing makes him feel better then when you look up at him with big ol’ eyes and a shy little smile on your face.
Sometimes he’ll tuck flowers in your hair, behind your ears, and will sigh about how he kind of feels bad about doing it, because putting such pretty flowers next to such a gorgeous face just makes them seem so plain in comparison.
He makes sure that you are very much aware of the fact that he was an acrobat in a circus.
About twenty percent of the time you saw him, he was walking around on his hands. Another twenty percent was him hanging upside down from basically anything attached to a ceiling. Forty percent of the time you found him flipping and swinging over/around/in front of you before he landed on his feet and would then proceed to act totally natural.
You’re legitimately not sure that it’s not just a thing that he does like, all the time, because he can.
Frankly, you don’t really care either way, because Kurt’s really impressive honestly. You can appreciate some flippy-dos, and you can damn sure appreciate the sight of him standing on his hands and doing the splits.
One time he decided that he was going to show off by showing you his one man trapeze act. A one man trapeze act that involved you.
You were just walking, minding your own business, and the next thing you know someone is grabbing your beneath your arms, picking you up, and tossing you forward. You’re so surprised, you can’t even scream, can’t really react, you just think about how much it’s going to hurt when you land, only suddenly there’s a loud noise and purple smoke and there Kurt is, swinging by his tail, giving you a wide grin, arms out to grab you, probably sneaks in a quick peck of a kiss to the tip of your nose before he tosses you again, and continues to rinse and repeat for a while.
One of two things happen then: Either, once you see it’s Kurt, you relax and laugh because him tossing you around feels like going on a carnival ride, and you completely and utterly trust him to make sure you don’t fall or get hurt in any way; or You end up not talking to Kurt for like, an entire week because wow, no, doesn’t matter how cute you are you can’t just pick me up and throw me around like a sack of beans, no, bringing me my favorite candy is not going to make me forgive you quicker.
And speaking of food, Kurt just really likes feeding you?
He takes you out for breakfast, for brunch, for lunch, for supper and dinner. He once came knocking on your door to ask if you’d like to join him for a midnight snack.
Like he tries to feed you so much that you have to ask him if he’s really German, or if he’s actually secretly an overprotective Italian mother.
He starts bringing you slices of pizza and cans of Spaghetti-O’s and you try really hard not to laugh and encourage him because no, Kurt, that is not Italian food.
Nine out of Ten times when he goes out on a mission he comes back with some form of sweet for you, normally chocolate.
Good lord, when he comes back from Europe he gives you Kindereggs like he’s making a drug deal or something.
You always tell him you hope the prize inside is worth it when the feds come to take him to jail for bringing something that illegal into the States.
The little toy inside never is, but you still have a collection of the lame little prizes that you treasure, and you tell Kurt he’s shit out of luck if someone ever does come to arrest him, because you aren’t going to hide them from anyone.
Kurt does especially like feeding you some German food, though.
You eat so much sausage around Kurt.
You ask him once if there was any reason in particular that he kept feeding you weisswurst, but instead of some kind of innuendo like you were expecting, he just explains that he makes some damn good ‘wurst. And you can’t argue with him about it.
You also eat a lot of potatoes
Kurt makes the best potato pancakes you’d ever tried, and introduces you to potato dumplings?
Dampfnudel is also a thing. You never thought you’d be into eating bread as dessert, and yet…
Not exactly food, but he also tries to introduce you to “Proper German Beer”.
It goes about as well as you’d expect.
Do you like to dance? Kurt likes to dance.
If you can’t dance, Kurt is more then happy to teach you. You have no rhythm? That’s fine, he’ll do all the work. You don’t want to stand on his feet while he shows you the steps? He’s fine with just holding you close and swaying in time to whatever music.
You can dance? Well, you just found a brand new dance partner
Swing Dancing is definitely his favorite. He loves the fast pace, swinging and twirling you around.
He will also legit waltz with you
Dude does goofy dances like no one’s business. You have never seen, nor will you ever see, the Macarena done more beautifully then by Kurt Wagner. Even if you can hardly see it because you’re laughing so hard you’re crying.
Salsa is fun for the both of you, where you both get to see each other smile and laugh and be energetic, although them hip wiggles can also be a form of torture.
Kurt pulled you into a tango once, and while everything else you could theoretically push aside as just having some friendly-friend fun, that dance, where he held you so close and moved the two of you so smoothly, the act ridiculously sensual, was so obviously him showing you what he wanted with you, giving a sneak peek at what you could have, that you really couldn’t call it anything else but a flat out seduction.
And all that is before the boy even starts dating you. That just him trying to butter you up to the idea of dating him. Then he starts the process all frigging over again when he wants to convince you to marry him.
You don’t even realize why he’s suddenly going back to the lengths he’d gone to get you to like him when you first met. Like he never stopped bringing you flowers and food and quoting your favorite movies and bringing you little gifts, but suddenly he’s really stepping it up.
He’s buying you jewelry? Like, fine jewelry, which is beautiful and it’s not that you don’t appreciate it but also you don’t know why all of a sudden?
He buys you a couple of exceedingly nice new dresses, would probably buy more except that you put a stop to it and ask what exactly it was he did that he felt he needed to apologize for.
Kurt gets kind of huffy because when has he ever tried to bribe his way out of making you not be mad at him?
He also quickly tells you not to actually answer that, and that he’s not trying anything, he just wants to give you stuff that’ll make you happy, because you being happy makes him happy.
You don’t entirely believe him, mostly because he’s an awful liar.
He tries to show you how reliable he can be by trying to fix any thing mechanical or electronic that might go on the fritz.
And by fix, I mean he takes them to someone else who can properly fix them up.
You catch him coming back from Kitty’s with your suddenly very much improved communicator, and joking call him out on it.
Kurt just kind of shrugs, but is a lot happier when you tell him that knowing how and when to use outside resources is a far more attractive trait then watching him attempt to fix, and ultimately end up making a problem worse because he can’t admit when he’s out of his depth.
On the other hand, there’s one time he insists on trying to tune up your old junker of a car, and it takes him a hell of a long time and a lot of phonecalls, but you enjoyed every minute of watching him get all sweaty and dirty under the hood.
If you have a good relationship with your family, Kurt is suddenly very eager to go to your family home for any and all upcoming holidays so that he can try and solidify the idea to your family that he’s the best person for you to spend the rest of your life with.
He knows that they don’t really have a say at all in who you marry, but he wants to make sure that there isn’t any kind of strain there.
He doesn’t just ask your Dad if he may have his blessing to ask for your hand in marriage, but he’d also ask your Mom, and any siblings you have. Hell, if given half the chance, he’d ask you grandparents, your aunts and uncles, and your third cousins.
Your whole family either gets giggly or misty-eyed whenever they see you for a while, and you have no idea why. It kind of weirds you out, but any time you start to ask, Kurt just shhhses you.
If you’re not close with your blood family, Kurt seeks the blessings of the people you actually care about, and who care about you.
Your friends all seem to be in either one of two categories. They either explain to Kurt all the various ways they’ll murderize him if he ever breaks your heart, or whenever you come around they sigh and look all moonstruck and when you ask what’s up they give vague answers about how lucky you are to be with Kurt.
Eventually you come to the conclusion that Kurt is planning on throwing some kind of big surprise party for you, for some reason, so when he actually proposes to you, it completely blindsides you.
He’d would definitely cut a deal with a traveling circus that comes around. They’re so rare, that he tells you that the two of you have to go, but when a sudden “mission” means he’s going to miss it, he convinces you to go instead with one of your friends. You agree, just because you’ve never been to one before, but you don’t tell him that you’re sure that you won’t have nearly as much fun without him.
Which is basically the case, you go, and while you’re enjoying yourself you can’t help but think ‘Kurt would love this so much,’ or ‘I’m really glad Kurt doesn’t take his contortionist thing that far,’ and basically you’re just non-stop thinking about your boyfriend, to the point that, when you’re watching the trapeze act, you think, for a second, that you’re hallucinating the familiar blue figure swinging around up there.
You are not. It’s Kurt. And you don’t know whether to be pissed off about him lying about being called out on a mission, or just thoroughly impressed because you’ve never really seen him in his element like this, in the spotlight, with the crowd screaming for him in admiration.
Then he bamfs in front of you in the front row- and suddenly you understand how you got front row seats to begin with, you thought you’d just been lucky but now you understand that he set the whole thing up- and you’re the only one who doesn’t flinch away from his sudden appearance.
Then he reaches into the sinfully tight getup he was wearing, where you notice for the first time a weird, oddly shaped protrusion under there when he pulls out a little black, velvet box.
The entire inside of the tent goes quiet as he as he tells you how much he loves you, how he’d loved you from the first moment he saw you, how you’ve made him a better man, and he wants you to keep making him a better man, for the rest of your lives. That he wants to honor and protect you, provide for you, make you laugh and smile and roll your eyes at his cheesy lines. That he wants to make sure that you never go a single day without knowing that you are completely and utterly loved.
You’re trying real hard not to cry, but you can’t keep from tearing up. And when he asks if you’ll do him the honor of being his wife, you’re so choked up that you can’t even answer, you just hold your left hand out to him.
The crowd goes fucking crazy when he slips the ring on your finger, and then pulls you into him to kiss you senseless.
There’s a very high possibility that you punch him in the gut for making you the literal center of attention like that.
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