#( ⤷ private ; kurt whispers )

[wmuhummel]

[ PRIVATE ] So, do you have plans today by chance? Checking for things and science and all the reasons in-between! This is completely and totally not me being subtle either and I'm well aware, thank you. @smythewmu

[unluckiestmember]

Could I request headcanons for Remy, Kurt, and Logan reacting to his shy GN s/o asking him if they can sit on his lap in private nervously please?

Coming right up!

Sitting on their lap: X-Men '97 Daddies X Reader

Characters: Remy LeBeau/Gambit, Kurt Wagner/Nightcrawler and Logan/Wolverine.

Warning: Some suggestive themes, but other than that, none. SFW.

A/N: Whose lap are you sitting on? I might sit on Gambit's, he seems like he'd have a balance between flirty and sweet.

Gambit

“Hey, Mon Cher! What are you thinking about in that pretty head of yours?… You want to sit on my lap? Well, then by all means! Make it your personal throne!”

When you first asked Remy if you could try sitting on his lap, he was a bit surprised. But of course he wasted no time opening himself up to you to take a seat. At first, he mainly kept his hands to himself but then when he could tell you were getting used to it, he wrapped his arm around your body and began to kiss along your cheek and your neck teasingly.

Sometimes he’ll use you sitting in his lap to flirt with you. Just to see if he can get your blood pumping, if you catch his drift. But most times, he’s just being a soft guy, rubbing his nose against your cheek, sneaking in some quick kisses along your lips and laying his head on your shoulder. Gambit will try to keep your antics on the low, but sometimes he just can’t help but hold you in public. You two are so cute the rest of the X-Men are sure they’ll get cavities just by looking at the cute display that is you and your boyfriend. Not that Remy cares- He’s too busy being on cloud nine with you so close to him!

Nightcrawler

“Was ist los, Sonnenblume?… Oh! Y-You want to sit on me? Um, I-I guess it wouldn’t hurt, no?”

Kurt was a bit hesitant when you first asked him to sit on his lap. He asked countlessly if you were sure of doing so before you could even try to sit next to him. After so much reassurance to the point you sounded like a broken record, he finally allowed you to sit on his lap. At first, it was awkward silence with the cute blue devil trying so hard to not lay his hands in any way onto you out of fear of being perceived as perverted or sexual. But as soon as you guide his hands to wrap around you, he just melts into you while you sit in the embrace of his arms.

Whenever you sit on his lap, he’ll always be shocked by the sudden action, but will immediately hold you close and just talk to you about his day if he’s not asking about your own. Sometimes he’ll find you ruffling his hair to make him ease up by laying his head onto your shoulder. In those moments, you find yourself appreciating the gentleness of your boyfriend, especially knowing you can make him relax after a long day of work.

Wolverine

“You wanna take a seat on my lap? Heh. Well who am I to say no? Get over here.”

Logan wasted no time grabbing you by your hand and guiding you onto his lap. His hands sat on your waist, watching your every move as you tried to avert your gaze from him to no avail. He loves when you sit against him because it’s always the perfect moment for him to make you blush a beet red at his sweet nothings being whispered into your ear. If he’s not using his voice to get you all riled up, he can rely on his thumbs brushing along your hips to do the trick.

Outside of his suggestive motives, sometimes he’ll just talk to you while you sit on his lap. Expect him to turn you around so you two are face to face and he can stare into your eyes and your fingers brush through his wild hair. Of course, there will be moments where Logan proceeds a makeout session with you sitting on him, whether you two are in private or not. He likes to make it known that you are his and vice versa because not only does he love to see Scott being pissed off by what he has, but he also likes to show you off as the precious jewel you are.

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Likes and retweets are always appreciated! I love you all, stay hydrated and have a good day! <3

[awkward-walking-potato]

Can I request headcanons for Kurt surprising his gender neutral s/o by wrapping his tail around their waist in private please?

Here are some sweet and playful headcanons for Kurt surprising his gender-neutral s/o by wrapping his tail around their waist in private:

1.Kurt loves catching you off guard, especially when you’re engrossed in something else—like reading, cooking, or just daydreaming. You might be lost in thought, and suddenly, you feel the gentle, unexpected coil of his tail wrapping around your waist. It always makes you jump just a little, and he can’t help but chuckle softly at your surprise.

2. After wrapping his tail around your waist, Kurt often gives a gentle tug, pulling you closer to him. It’s his way of wordlessly saying he wants you near, whether for a quick kiss, a cuddle, or just to feel your presence beside him.

3. Kurt’s tail is a source of comfort for both of you. When you’re feeling anxious or stressed, he instinctively wraps his tail around your waist as a way to ground you, letting you know that he’s there for you. The warmth and the gentle pressure are incredibly soothing, and it becomes a silent reassurance between the two of you.

4. Sometimes, Kurt uses his tail to tease you. He might wrap it around your waist while you’re trying to reach something on a high shelf, pulling you back slightly just to hear you laugh or protest. He always has a mischievous grin on his face when he does this, clearly enjoying the playful banter that follows.

5. Kurt loves showing affection in private, where he feels most comfortable expressing himself. His tail is an extension of his emotions, so when he wraps it around your waist, it’s his way of saying, “I love you” without needing to use words. It’s an intimate gesture that’s reserved just for you, making it all the more special.

6. When you’re curled up together on the couch or in bed, Kurt often wraps his tail around your waist to keep you close. It’s his favorite way to cuddle, ensuring that you’re snug against him. He loves the way it makes you both feel connected, almost like he’s holding you with an extra set of arms.

7. While Kurt is usually shy about public displays of affection, in private, his tail becomes a tool for expressing his love. He might do it subtly when no one’s looking, giving you a secret squeeze or guiding you closer to him. It’s his way of being affectionate while still respecting his more reserved nature.

8.When he wraps his tail around your waist, he often follows it up with soft whispers in your ear, telling you how much he adores you in German. It makes the moment feel even more intimate, especially when he calls you sweet nicknames like “mein Schatz” or “Liebling.”

9. Sometimes, Kurt uses his tail to be a little silly. He might wrap it around your waist and then spin you around for a quick, playful dance, or he’ll give you a gentle sway from side to side. It’s his way of lightening the mood and making you laugh, which he loves to do.

10. On quiet nights, when the two of you are alone, Kurt will wrap his tail around your waist and pull you close to him as you sit on the porch or look out at the stars. It’s in these peaceful moments that you both feel most connected, with his tail acting as a comforting bond between you, silently expressing all the love he has for you.

[cera-writes]

Hullo!! Saw you were asking for some Nightcrawler requests, and I had something in mind for ya! I've recently been reading The 60s & 70s comics, and I think it's been kinda overlooked that Kurt is a big movie lover! So, may I ask for a movie date scenario, maybe ending with just a hint of spice? Thanks a bunch, and wonderful work on your writing. Keep it up!

Captain Kurt

A/N: yesssss. Okay, I loved this so much. Gotta add some Captain Blood throwbacks in this one.

Pairing: Kurt Wagner x gn!reader

Tags: reader-insert, fluff, romance, dorky flirting, movie date, secret rendezvous, playful teasing, sfw

The dusty scent of old theater seats mingled with the faint aroma of popcorn as you and Kurt navigated the aisles of the historic cinema.

"Ready for a swashbuckling adventure, mein Schatz?" Kurt asked, a playful glint in his yellow eyes.

You adjusted your hat, a smirk tugging at your lips. "Only if it involves Errol Flynn charming his way out of every scrape imaginable."

Tonight's film was Captain Blood, a classic pirate adventure Kurt swore by. As the stirring orchestral score filled the air, transporting you back to a bygone era, you found yourself captivated. You cheered as the defiant Dr. Blood fought against tyranny, winced at the cruelty of the villainous Governor Meverell, and couldn't help but steal glances at Kurt, his face glowing in the flickering projector light. He was too cute as he was completely enraptured by the film.

His hand had found yours, resting on the armrest, entangling your fingers as your heart fluttered. Scenes on the screen cast ambient light as movements of shadows danced against your frame.

By the time the final scene rolled, with Blood sailing off into the sunset, a sense of exhilaration buzzed through you. Stepping out into the cool night air, you turned to Kurt, a wide grin on your face.

"Wow, that was fantastic! I have to admit, Kurt, you have great taste in movies."

Kurt chuckled, a low rumble that sent a shiver down your spine. "Freut mich," he said, his voice dropping to a husky murmur. "Though," he added, leaning closer with a hint of mischief, "there's a different kind of adventure I had in mind for tonight."

Before you could question him, a familiar blue glow swirled around you both, and with a quick "Bamf!" you were whisked away. When you blinked back into focus, you found yourselves standing in a secluded cobblestone alley, the only sound the whirring of a car as it drove past.

Your heart pounded a delightful mix of surprise and anticipation. The moonlight, dappled by the wrought-iron fire escapes, cast an ethereal glow on Kurt's face, his eyes sparkling with unspoken desires.

"This," he murmured, his voice a husky caress, "is a more private screening, just for us."

He reached out, his fingers brushing against yours, sending a jolt of electricity through you. But then, a playful grin spread across his face. In a theatrical voice that mimicked Captain Blood's commanding tone, he declared, "Avast, ye matey! Prepare to be boarded by the greatest pirate this side of the Mississippi... or maybe just this alleyway."

You burst out laughing, the tension dissolving into delighted surprise. "Pft... oh, Kurt," you swatted his arm playfully. "You are impossible!"

He grinned, unfazed. "Perhaps," he admitted, pulling you close. "But I'm your impossible pirate." And with that, he leaned in, his kiss erasing any lingering echoes of sword fights and buried treasure. The night, once filled with cinematic adventures, now promised something far more real, far more exhilarating.

The kiss was electric, a tangle of unspoken desires fueled by the playful banter and the thrill of their secret rendezvous. As Kurt pulled away, his golden eyes gleamed with a newfound intensity.

"Maybe," he murmured, his voice a husky whisper against your ear, "we can reenact a bit more of the Captain's... persuasive tactics."

A shiver ran down your spine, a delicious mix of excitement and nervousness. "Captain Blood wasn't exactly known for his...gentle persuasion," you teased, leaning into him.

Kurt smirked. "Perhaps not," he conceded, his hand trailing down your arm, sending sparks dancing across your skin. "But then again, I'm not above a little sweetness either, liebchen."

He brushed a stray strand of hair from your face, his touch sending a flutter to your heart. The moonlight cast long, romantic shadows around you, the city noises fading into a distant hum. In that charged moment, the alleyway transformed into a world of its own, a secret stage for the unspoken desires simmering between you.

With a playful glint in his eyes, Kurt dipped his head, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin behind your ear. A gasp escaped your lips as a wave of goosebumps erupted across your skin. It wasn't exactly a pirate's plunder, but it was a delicious brand of sweet torture that left you yearning for more.

Suddenly, a loud clang echoed from a nearby dumpster, shattering the intimate atmosphere. You both jumped, startled back to reality. Kurt chuckled, a hint of sheepishness in his voice.

"Looks like our little adventure will have to wait for another night," he said, taking your hand. "But trust me, liebchen, the sequel will be even more thrilling."

Disappointment flickered across your face for a fleeting moment, quickly replaced by a smile. The night may not have ended exactly as you envisioned, but the promise hanging in the air was far more enticing than any on-screen adventure.

As Kurt took your hand in mid teleport, a warmth bloomed in your chest. The night, though interrupted, had been filled with a different kind of excitement, a secret shared only under the cloak of a classic pirate movie. And you knew, with a thrill that rivaled any cinematic adventure, that the sequel Kurt promised would be unforgettable.

[wmuhummel]

A Kurt Hummel fetish is a new one. But, you know what, I'll take it. Are you nervous that this will ruin your reputation, though? I mean you being on a leash, being tied down, ol' ball and chain as it were. That's how these kind of gossip rumors start, and god forbid I ruin your reputation of most fuckable guy on campus with the big D. I can see it now: "A little bird told me that Sebastian Smythe has gone soft, and we're not talking about his dick. Although that's more accurate for the rest of us when we see him walking down the hall".

I'm not against belts. Or wooden spoons. But nothing goes wrong with the simple hand either. My job isn't to put dents in your armor, Sebastian. My job is to poke at you for fun, for a reaction, but never to put dents. I hate football too, with a burning passion, so I can't say I'd be paying any attention to what everyone else would be. Nothing new there.

[ PRIVATE ] It's a shame I haven't been able to break them in yet, honestly. So it'd be nice for you to do it for me. I have red, because like I said - I look damn good in red. Black, purple, and some colors with black like orange and black, pink and black, green and black. Just depends on what you want.

I am willing to hand over control to you for a day. Sounds like fun! I bet I could even blow Blaine Anderson, it would be a pleasure to do so.

With the amount of times we've had sex by now, I should think that would be obvious that I like being on my knees, tongue out, mouth open, ready to be painted by you.

Please. An't not a thing in this world that brings me down. If anything, I boost up everyone else's ego with compliments and targeted dirty talk. All right- the way you bend over to pick something up is deliberately teasing since you know exactly where my eyes are gonna be. And watching you lick anything off your fingers gets me...well, thinking the dirtiest thoughts. So yeah, hey, maybe I do have a fetish for all that. For you. Well as long as it's the prettiest golden one and you tug me forward on it, I'm more than happy to wear it when you're feeling all dominant with a captial D.

Properly shouldn't ask you to cry during- Fine. Fine. But the belt is fun. And leaves an impression. Which I am 100 percent about. Though yes, you do hold that brat card. Than god I have a extra extra platinum level brat tamer card. Hey, you wanna call me a bad guy, it's gonna do some dents in my armor. You should. You know, if it makes you happy and you think it would help. You should do it. I'd come to every game. I might hate football but hey, seeing you would be fun.

[ PRIVATE ] You in some lingerie? That would be fucking breath-taking, Kurt. I'd tease those legs apart and just hear you whimper for your Daddy in em. I'd barely be able to hold back. Be a dream, honestly.

That could be fun. If you're willing to hand over control for that long for me. I'd expect a morning nude of you in the shower and for you to check in with what you were doing though out the day. Follow any orders I'd give. I'd have to resist saying "Blow Blaine Anderson" but hey, I'm down for you handing me the leash, so to speak.

Oh yeah? Hm? You'd let me? Hm,?

[manyothermusingsofmine]

Reflective Clarity || 4/5

Starting Chapter Prev Chapter Fandom: Xmen

Warnings: Medical stuff like hopefully somewhat accurate ECG placement, talks about medical consent while patient is unconscious, being unconscious

Wordcount: 3481

Summary: After being rescued Miranda needs to spend some time in the medbay of the X mansion, and when she gets out of said medbay she has a really sweet, emotionally intimate moment with Kurt. -------------------------------

As soon as the doors opened Kurt looked up from where he had been sitting on a bookshelf, hiding in the shadows it provided while quietly praying to his God. Hank and Scott came in carrying a stretcher like thing, and it carried someone under Gambit’s jacket- In a heartbeat he teleported over to exactly the middle of the stretcher, following his two friends into the med bay at her side as much as he could be.

“Kurt,” at the sound of Hank’s voice the blue mutant immediately looked up, “do you know what Miranda’s medical history is like? She can’t exactly tell me herself, currently, and I’d rather know what I get myself into before I hook her up to the machinery in here.”

“Uh,” Kurt started, rapidly thinking back of all the conversations he had with Miranda, “she doesn’t have allergies, or anything of that sort; nothing I know of. Uh- she.. does have a history of panic attacks, though. She’s.. anxious. Sensitive. Wait, what do you mean hook her up?”

“I need to figure out if she’s unconscious after a massive shift in her power drained her, or if there’s something more nefarious going on there. And if she has a history of panic attacks then there’s necessity in checking the pace of her heartbeat. But that does require-“

“Going near her chest,” Kurt filled in, yellow eyes flicking to Miranda as Scott extremely gently lifted her into the bed and then left at Hank’s request. He bit his lower lip, debating what to do as the last thing he wanted was for her to wake up in some kind of state of undress; but on the other hand Hank couldn’t help her if he didn’t know what was wrong.

“Do.. you have to be the one to-“

“No,” Hank calmly reassured him, “we have Shadow; she is just as capable of placing the electrodes; and maybe having one of her trusted friends do the procedure even when she’s unconscious will help her comfort in the long run.”

Kurt thought about it for another moment, knowing in his heart that he had to make the right choice- And right now that was to keep her healthy.

“I…. Give me a moment to figure this out. I want her to be safe, healthy, but… Can you get Shadow? I’d like a second opinion here before I make any hasty decisions.”

Hank nodded, paging for Shadow as soon as Kurt spoke his request out loud. Kurt in his turn just went to Miranda’s bedside, ever so gently brushing a strand of her hair out of her face before pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead.

“I hope you know I would never agree to letting someone near your chest without good reason,” he whispered to her sleeping form, “if Shadow agrees with Hank that this is needed for your well-being, then… I love you, Miranda. I promise I’ll keep you safe and comfortable.”

Shadow joined them as soon as she got the message and she would’ve probably shown up on her own accord anyway; she was worried about her friend. As soon as she got into the med bay, Shadow piped up “What do you need?”

“I told Nightcrawler my plans of how to treat Miranda for her current state. She’s unconscious, has a history of panic attacks; I wish to check her heartbeat as well as run some other tests to figure out what is ailing her and what we need to do next,” Hank explained, with Shadow’s blue eyes lingering on Miranda’s sleeping form, “the… I don’t want to say problem, complication more like it is that Miranda is also a very private person-“

“Who won’t be keen on waking up with electrodes stuck to her chest and in a state of undress,” Shadow noted, “but with her powers silencing her heartbeat that’s really the only choice we have. I can place them on her no problem, but…”

Shadow’s voice trailed off as even she recalled how Miranda always vanished from the communal showers, her blue eyes slowly turning to Kurt. She thought the whole plan through herself for a minute, until she came up with an idea.

“Right, here’s the game plan if this is the route we’re taking. Kurt, you’re going to her room and grab something that’ll still cover her. Bra, tank top- it just needs to let her keep a sense of modesty while not being as restrictive as her current suit. Hank and I will stay in the room but we’ll let you redress her in privacy; I know she trusts you most of anyone in here. I’ll worry about sticking the electrodes on her. Sounds good to you?”

“… Yes. Thank you, Shadow, for thinking along with me.”

“Any time.”

And since they hooked Miranda up to the softly beeping machinery in the room, she had been there since she got carried in two days ago with Kurt being at her side the whole time, something he absolutely refused to budge on; he wanted to be there when she woke up in the hope to calm her if she woke in a panic. Rogue kept him fed, and tried to strike up the occasional conversation to convince Kurt to get some rest himself, but Kurt remained at Miranda's bedside in the med bay, curled up in a comfy chair he had pulled up to the bed himself. He did take the occasional catnap in there. But right now on this early morning he sat with his rosary necklace in his hands; rhythmically moving his thumb along the wooden beads while keeping his eyes shut and muttering prayers in his native tongue.

Please keep her safe. Please let her wake up. I love her. I love her more than anything; please let her come back to me.

He did find some comfort in his repeated prayer, in the consistent motion and the feeling of the necklace in his hands, but his heart whined in concern for Miranda. Beast and Shadow were around a lot, doing tests and pondering over the results, while Kurt couldn't find it in him to care much unless they came with good news, he just wanted her-

His tail had been ever so gently wrapped loosely around her wrist, the arrowed tip of it right underneath; and because the tip of his tail was right there under the palm of her hand he sensed the twitching of her hand and immediately looked at her; just to catch in time how sleepy green eyes slowly blinked open as soft hums and groans of someone waking from a long rest left her. Quickly twirling his necklace back over his head and around his neck, he scooted even closer to her; all so he had his hands free and could gently place one to her cheek.

"Hey, sweetheart" he said softly, though his voice was thick with emotional relief, "good morning."

"Kurt?" something deeply emotional wobbled in her voice, her tired eyes filling up with tears as she looked at him like she saw the sun rise for the first time in her life, "Kurt..."

"It's me," he immediately assured, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead, "I'm here; you’re safe, darling."

"Where's…?"

"Pietro? He's fine. Beast looked him over; he's scrappy and got off surprisingly light. He's back with the Brotherhood."

As she tried to sit up, he offered a hand to steady her. He crawled from his chair onto the edge of the bed, trying to be as close to her as he could to support her. He gently cradled her against him, feeling how she rested her head to his shoulder and seeing how she looked down at the wires and electrodes on her

"... They needed to check your pulse," he admitted quietly as he protectively wrapped an arm around her, "Gambit covered you with his jacket after your suit got torn, but… Shadow helped, she put those stickers on you; I just put some different clothes on you, we tried to keep you as covered up as we could. I… I wouldn’t have agreed to it if I thought it was unnecessary-“

"I know," she whispered, leaning further into him for comfort. She very slowly reached out for his other hand, the one that wasn't occupied. He blinked, but reached his hand out to her as she took it. She slowly pressed it palm down to where Sinister's henchmen had grabbed onto her, where her arm connected to her chest. Somehow, having his hand over the bruise that had formed there offered an added sense of comfort and security to her brain, especially with her hand right on top; her thumb ran ever so lightly over his hand. It was a sensation that never stopped in reeling her mind, the thought that someone's physical touch could be such a source of safety and comfort.

“Normally I would tell you to lay back down,” Shadow remarked in a semi dry tone, a tint of worry ringing through with it, “it’s better for the ECG if your heart is beating at rest, but.. It hasn’t done anything weird since we hooked you up to the machine. More importantly; I am so glad you’re awake, Miranda. How are you feeling?”

".... Heavy," Miranda eventually settled on after a moment of thinking about it, "Tired, and heavy. Everything... feels heavy... like lead." "I'm sorry I wasn't there, among the crew send to rescue you," Kurt whispered to her, very gently pressing a kiss to her forehead

"It’s… okay," Miranda said gently, instinctively pressing herself closer to Kurt, "I’m… You’re here. I- I need you.”

She wasn't lying. The way she was pressed up and curled up against him, hidden away in his embrace, spoke volumes of how desperately she was seeking his comfort right now. Kurt let out a very slight sigh, gently tightening his protective grip on her a little more. She needed him. That notion only sunk in after a moment, solidifying to him what really was his priority right now; which was to make damn sure she felt safe.

"I'm not going anywhere, Miranda. I'm glad you're home.”

Shadow's blue eyes went to the machine that kept track of Miranda's heartbeat; it hadn't really shown anything noteworthy over these days aside from an ever so slightly faster beat, which had been easily attributed to the anxiety and stress her friend must have been through ever since being kidnapped in the first place. Then, she did see something interesting, one of her eyebrows slowly raising at the development. She paged in Hank, eager to discuss something with him

Hank, while only just having turned in for the night, hadn't exactly been asleep when Shadow called him back into the med bay. He was slightly groggy about it, but no less kind and just as relieved to see Miranda finally awake.

"Good morning, Miranda. It's good to see you awake," he said softly, before turning his attention to Shadow instead, "you needed me for something?"

"Since waking up her heartrate has gone back to what I expect it to be," Shadow said, an air of lightness to her tone as her blue eyes very slowly went back to where Miranda was leaning against Kurt, "all her other readings are normal as well- I don't see the need to keep her in the med bay any longer, but I don't have the authority to dismiss her from your care. Her current complains are just feeling tired and heavy; fatigue from overexertion."

"Mhh," Hank gave as a noise to imply he was listening, taking the variety of result sheets as they were handed over to him while putting his reading glasses on, "that makes sense; you got out of it all remarkably well, Miranda. Just completely drained in energy levels so it's still going to take quite a bit of rest for you to feel better. I'd say at least another day or two of bedrest would do you well."

"Which, if I may, is not exactly necessarily in here. I think Miranda would get a better, proper and more restoring sleep in the comfort of her own room, or Kurt's room, than she does here surrounded by beeping machinery," Shadow chimed in, with Hank nodding in agreement

"I agree with your assessment. Miranda is allowed to take the rest she needs in whichever room she finds the most comfort. Shadow can take off the wires; which is not going to be a comfortable experience, but as soon as it's over she can leave. Kurt, notify either myself or Shadow immediately if anything changes."

Kurt nodded, gently pushing Miranda back and upright so Shadow could have access to the electrodes stuck to her skin, while Hank deliberately turned away to put some notes in the system and officially dismiss Miranda from his care.

"Sorry about the machinery," Shadow muttered, "Kurt's been at your side the whole time, advocating for your needs. We did our best."

"I know," Miranda responded softly, taking one of Kurt's hands in a silent request for his support, "and call me insane, ridiculous or overdramatic, but.... medical stuff overrules my discomfort."

"Not entirely, but I get what you're saying," Shadow assured, "now, let me get those off you. It's not gonna feel nice-"

"That's what I'm here for," Kurt said with a soft tone to his voice, pressing a kiss to Miranda's cheek, "just hold onto me, Süße. It'll be over soon."

Shadow worked as quick and fast as she could without causing unneeded discomfort to her friend, and Kurt just gently distracted Miranda during the whole thing so she didn't have to focus on the whole removal process.

"There you go. There's some glue residue left, want me to remove that as well?" Shadow asked softly with Miranda shaking her head, "okay. Do try to get it off you before going to sleep, okay? Leave it to Kurt if you must."

"You're free to go, Miranda," Hank chimed in from the distance.

"Thank you both for taking care of her," Kurt said softly, gently and easily picked Miranda up bridal style as she immediately nestled herself back against his chest. He made sure he had a good but comfortable grip on his girlfriend before teleporting both of them over to her room. Hank stretched a little bit, before getting up. “Let me know if I’m needed for anything, but otherwise I am calling it a night. … Yes, Shadow?” Hank asked when he saw the shimmer of amusement in her blue eyes. “You know,” Shadow started, looking at the result sheet of the ECG reading of Miranda’s heart, “Ebak once told me the reason he knew about Miranda and Kurt before anyone else is how she ‘visibly relaxes’ whenever Kurt is around. I think he’ll find it highly entertaining that the science proves it’s not just visual, it’s physical.” As soon as Kurt had made it to Miranda’s room, he gently placed her down on her bed. She held onto him, not wanting to lay down just yet despite the fact that it felt like her bones and muscles alike were begging her to. Kurt held a gentle hand to her lower back, supporting her as much as he could.

"Are you alright?"

"...... can you take the glue off, please?" her voice was so soft and slow from her exhaustion, shaking with vulnerability as she knew there was no way in hell she was doing that on her own with how heavy everything felt, "it's just- I can’t… I-I need your help."

"Of course,” Kurt's voice was equally soft, taking one of her hands and gently running his thumb over the back of it, "are you sure, though? I know you dislike your chest very much… “

“I don’t.. hate it,” Miranda started, a sense of confusion mixing into the tiredness of her voice, “I just don’t like how other people react to it. As if.. it says something about me as a person; or as if they’re the only parts of me worthwhile in anyway. And- And I’m complaining about this to the Nightcrawler.”

“To someone who understands more than anyone where you’re coming from, here,” Kurt assured softly, “Trust me, I do- It’s more like, it’s just a part of your body you don’t want people fixating on just like how people fixate on.. well, honestly, the whole of me, and never look past that. Right?”

She nodded as he softly pressed a kiss to the back of her hand. He thought for a moment, not wanting to discard her request but also wondering how he was going to do this while remaining respectful of her boundaries.

“… If I help you with this I will have to move your top around a little, if that’s okay with you?  

"Uhmm," she started, looking down at her top and letting out a sigh, “I’m…”

She didn’t know what to say, really. Part of her wanted to do it herself, but with how tired she felt that seemed like a completely impossible task. Deep green eyes looked into warm yellow ones; Kurt could see both the bone deep exhaustion she felt- and something else. Something fragile, but warm at the same time.

“… Yeah, that’s okay. I trust you,” she admitted softly, and he pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead after she spoke.

“I’m glad to hear that. Give me a moment to get a wash cloth, okay?” As soon as he left he reappeared with a somewhat damp, soap-lathered wash cloth. His free and warm hand moved the fabric of her tank top aside with the utmost respect, ever so gently cleaning up the residue left behind from the electrodes. He could feel her shiver occasionally, halting his movement when she did "Are you okay?"

"Y-yeah," she murmured, “I.. you’re so gentle, and sweet, just.. thank you.” He gave her a soft smile as he carefully continued until every last bit of the glue was removed, gently placing her tank top back the way it was and placing the washcloth in the laundry basket nearby

"Thank you for trusting me with this. There you go. Better?"

"Much better."

As he slowly helped her lay back down on the bed, his sharp ears twitched as he picked up a distant sound, blinking slightly as he was trying to figure out what it was.

"... Something is scratching at the door."

The second the words had left his mouth, the crying- no, wailing started. The vocal, absolute dismay of something that desperately wanted to get inside and didn't have the dexterity needed to open the door. A small noise left Kurt as he realised what it was, pressing a quick kiss to Miranda's cheek before poofing himself over to the door. As soon as he opened it something fuzzy came barreling though the door, weaving between his legs only to make a direct b-line to Miranda. Only once he had made his way onto her stomach did Noctis slow down, carefully creeping up and delicately sniffing at where the bruise and the slight marks from the electrodes were with the highest level of concern. Within seconds Miranda lost the battle with her tears, slowly lifting up one of her heavy arms to pet the feline.

"Noctis," she whispered, her tired voice full of emotion. Big amber eyes snapped up towards her, the cat sniffing at her face for a moment before draping himself over her chest and shoulders; pressed up as much into her neck as he could be and immediately covering everything from her neck down to the edge of her tank top. He purred, deeper and lower than usual- meant to try and heal his injured friend. Kurt quietly joined them, sitting on the edge of the bed as he watched Miranda slowly pet the cat; her need for the comfort of the fur underneath her fingers as she listened to the purring outweighing the heaviness of her arm. Plus, now that she was already petting the cat her arm didn't move much; slightly using Noctis’ body as support while very slowly running her hand over his coat and occasionally rubbing one of his ears.

"He’s been worried about you," Kurt admitted, "We all have been. He's only been eating properly when eating together with Autumn."

He reached over, gently scratching the black feline behind the ear.

"I could tell he missed you," he said, as he slowly lay down on his side and curled up to Miranda as much as he could, pressing a kiss to her cheek. “I missed him too. And you. And everyone else,” Miranda said before a yawn left her. “Get some rest, my love,” Kurt whispered, gently draping his arm over her stomach, “you’re safe now. I swear.”

[gonnacrackaribbb]

i just drove 5 hours back to school alone and thought of this stupid au while listening to all of my liked songs on shuffle. here's my style gen z celebrity au:

-Stan Marsh: 23, cis man, bi

-Kyle Broflovski: 24, trans man, gay

-Stan's music has the same vibe as the neighbourhood, tv girl, alex g, and some front bottoms sprinkled in. his style is super inconsistent and he can never decide what he wants his "sound" to be

-Kyle's music has the same vibe as phoebe bridgers, boygenius, taylor swift's more acoustic stuff, and some gracie abrams. he has a really soft pretty voice but he low-key whisper sings sometimes which causes some people to discredit his vocal talent

-they are the messiest couple. no one can ever tell if they're together or not. there's a twitter account "are stan and kyle broken up rn?" and half of the daily updates are "we have no idea."

-stan hears kyle's voice for the first time when he's featured on some mainstream rapper's song (think lovin me by kid cudi ft phoebe bridgers) and he decides he needs him to sing backup vocals on one of his songs immediately right now

-but stan is a super pretentious and kind of dickish guy and wants him to feature on the track with no credit. kyle is also pretentious but in a different way and values his art too much and he says no

-stan has an ego but is not above begging. kyle comes storming into the studio when he's mixing one day and tells him to please leave he and his manager the fuck alone. stan falls in love right there and asks him to go to dinner with him

-kyle tells him he has a bf, and stan says "ok he can come too." kyle for some reason is super into that, and agrees only if stan will give him credit on the song

-kyle has kind of a taylor swift arc early in his career where people much older than him take advantage of him romantically. he's dating a 36 year old movie star when he first meets stan

-stan is the first one to tell kyle that men in their thirties preying on him when he was 19 was super gross and wrong

-after they hang out for the first time kyle breaks up with said movie star immediately 

-they are so enamored with each other so quick it gives everyone whiplash

-stan fell first but kyle def fell harder

-kyle keeps pretty private on social media but stan loves posting pics of him on his instagram

-stan is sort of grungy (dresses like kurt cobain, pete davidson, kind of looks stupid all the time) and kyle dresses more indie and put together (he also has a septum piercing)

-both of their fanbases hate the fact that they're dating. a lot of stan's fans think kyle is too stuck up for him and kyle's fans think stan is just gross (he is)

-its also this huge debate between the fandoms on who made who famous (it was low-key kyle boosting stan's career)

-they release a lot of duets together. they're all under stan's label and every time they fight and break up stan takes them off of streaming services

-they are both so petty and melodramatic and it makes everything so much more entertaining for the rest of the world

-they will help each other write break up songs about the other

-stan comes from a really broken family and has a lot of mommy AND daddy issues. becoming famous was really a sort of right place at the right time thing. kyle is a nepo baby and stan resents that so much even though he never admits it

-everyone has lost count, but for the record they have broken up and gotten back together 27 times

-they're both just unstable and fucked up people who refuse to go to therapy and when they're together they bond over that, but when they get into a fight they use it against each other

-one of the times they "break up" kyle sleeps with bo burnham. pics come out of bo leaving his apartment. its sort of a ross and rachel debate of whether or not they were actually broken up and single

-stan famously punches bo burnham in the face at a party. kyle takes him back immediately 

-but not before stan drops a song calling kyle a cheater (pretty much this). when he's asked about it in an interview kyle is petty af and says "it's obvious he wrote that one all by himself! :)"

-one time the paparazzi find randy outside of a liquor store and ask what he thinks of kyle. his reply is "who?" and people think he's being petty, but he genuinely forgets who he is. the video goes viral

-kyle thinks this is super funny and posts the video on his instagram feed

-stan isnt that close with either of his parents but he sends them both a check every month so he knows that they're financially stable

-he and his sister grew up in low-income housing (with their mom) and their grandparents house (with their dad)

-because of this stan gets really anxious about money even though he has plenty now. kyle grew up in Beverly Hills and was super wealthy and privileged. he and stan fight about money a lot

-kyle gets stans name tatted on his ass cheek. stan posts a super zoomed-in picture on his instagram story (they break up again 2 days later)

[talkwith-kvrthvmmel]

Always the life saver, Mercedes. And I hope you know I'm not about to leave you to fend for yourself in anything ever. You do know that, right?

Oh you're going back to Lima for a week? Oooo, what for? Or should I say, who for? Imagine I just inserted a smug emoji here as if I didn't know. But always yes to wine, always yes to Desperate Housewives, always yes. When you get back, just let me know so I can set some time aside for you that'll work. Because I can always make room for you.

You need plants?! Why didn't you say something sooner?! Unit or not, I'm making sure your apartment is no longer bare. Do you need anything else? Artwork? Furniture? Tables? Lamps?!

Career wise, I would like to replace Isabelle. Become a director of sales, master photographer, main designer for the New York branch. Whatever it takes. Although, to be honest, I wouldn't be against moving to Paris either if it came to that. Naturally, I don't see that happening in YEARS and that's just the dream. Who is to say I'll ever reach it, right? I'll just take one day at a time, and focus on my assistant job now because it's paying bills and I'm getting to focus on my passion.

HOLD UP! OFF-BROADWAY PRODUCTION?! Consider me all ears. Do tell all that you can! What's the show? What's it about? Will you get to write music for it?! Will you get to perform it too!? Am I jumping the gun with excitement? Yes. But, I'm excited for you either way! It's the whole prospect that you got the offer in the first place, meaning you're multi-talented and people are noticing, which comes no shock to anyone. Maybe on our friend-date, you can also show me some of your music? Whatever you're comfortable showing that is.

I would never let you go in there alone, Kurt. I've got you, always.

I know, I've been stupid busy, but I'm determined to start taking some breaks - starting this week. I'm going back home to Lima for a week and then I'm taking some time off just to re-center myself, so we can choose a day or two a week depending on your schedule? We can alternate where we meet? Make it a appies and wine kinda evening if you're down. I'm excited too, don't you worry boo.

You won't owe me anything! But if you're insisting, then you can get me a plant that I'm not gonna kill in two days. How's that? My aprtment is BARE, it needs some life.

Please don't, we don't need that. BABE! That's amazing. I'm sure its bringing out a lot of feelings out in you, but that's hella amazing. If you don't go back what where would you want to go at Vogue? Career wise that is.

You can come to my apartment if you want, but other than taking a break - nothings new. I'm trying to write some more music for another album... My agent mentioned that there's been some interest in me joining an off-broadway production. I'm sitting on that for the time being.

[amberjazmyn]

lightning in a bottle

𝘨𝘪𝘧 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘦 - lightning in a bottle 

𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 - is young jensen a warning? 

𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 - at your sister's wedding, you catch eyes with a teen x jensen after years of not seeing him. the feeling is like lightning in a bottle where you know sparks are flying between the both of you but because of how many people are around, you two both have to hold back before you two are able to be alone together. 

𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦 - i've already done one teen x jensen chapter before and i loved it so i want to do it again and the next time i'll do a young jared as i also love young jared baha! 

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rachael never expected to see the green-eyed blonde best friend of hers that she hadn't seen since he left for california in her eyeline whilst she talked to a different friend of hers. especially when this "reunion" happened at the wedding of her older sister and now brother-in-law. not that rachael hated that jensen decided to surprise her, it just shocked her that he had even known about her sister's wedding. the thing was, due to jensen coming in from in front of rachael, whilst talking to her friend, she got easily distracted. 

the moment rachael had noticed jensen, it seemed as if all she could focus on was jensen. it was very rude and disheartening from her friend kurt's standpoint, the friend she was talking with. but, she had known jensen way longer than she knew kurt. she and jensen were childhood best friends whereas kurt was a friend she met at the university of texas. who, in honesty, could never be better than jensen. rachael was always going to get distracted by her childhood best friend, even if it was her parents that were in the middle of talking to, it's not just something that was only happening to kurt. 

"...rachael, are you even listening to me?" kurt brings rachael out of her daze with a snap in front of her face plus his loud voice 

"i...i am so sorry kurt but i...can...can we catch up later? i...i've just seen someone else that i didn't even realise was coming to the wedding..." rachael slowly started bringing her voice to a whisper as she moved further from kurt and closer to jensen whose face went back from a downcast look to his signature smile again 

stepping back slightly, catching eyes was jensen was something she had never thought possible after he had left for los angeles to pursue acting whilst rachael stayed in texas for college. the smile on his face caused her to start smiling again and running slightly to get to jensen quicker. 

"...jensen?!" she whispered as she got closer to her best friend, he also started to get excited, his arms opening for the hug he had been waiting too long for 

"rachael," he whispered softly as they went in for that long-awaited hug as rachael scoffed out a shocked light - hugging him as tight as she'd ever hugged anyone

"wha...how? what are you doing here? not that...not that i'm not happy that you're here, i am but just...how...how?!" rachael rambled as jensen just smiled before placing his finger in front of her mouth 

"ssh, rach, come with me. i think it's best if we do this in private..." 

"...jensen? oh my gosh, jensen! i haven't seen you in ages!" just before the two teens could escape from rachael's sister's wedding, her older sister reese rushed over 

"hi...hi reese...um, congratulations on your wedding!" jensen gulped, reese was known to be quite abrasive and all up in people's business and personal space when it didn't involve her or when she wasn't needed or wanted 

"thank you so much! besides, what...what are you doing here?" reese questioned, seemingly a lot more excited to see jensen than her own sister and that kind of rubbed jensen the wrong way

"oh...i...um, i decided to take a break from la whilst rachael is home from college for a bit to catch up and see her again..." jensen smiled nervously which made the butterflies in rachael's tummy go wild - he came back home to see rachael because she was home 

"oh...oh, okay then...i...i'll just leave you two to it then...oh, rachael, didn't see you there squirt, catch you later," 

reese genuinely seemed sad that jensen didn't come for her but to actually catch up with her younger sister. except, she knew she didn't want to make a big deal about it because whilst she could be abrasive and in people's space, she'd never go to the length of a bridezilla or a karen. 

"hello to you too, reese," rachael smiled, feeling slightly awkward as reese still hadn't made a move, quickly realising though as she then rushed off to either find her new husband or her and rachael's shared mother 

the second reese was far away, the two teenagers started to giggle as they then grabbed each other's hands and rushed away out of the wedding venue, both teenagers having their drivers license. they both wanted to catch up with as much privacy as they could considering the popularity jensen was now getting since moving to la. 

"so...you really came back home because you knew i was on break from college?" rachael started the conversation as they sat almost on top of each other in jensen's new car with the california license plate 

"yeah...yeah, i...i did. i really missed you so i...i decided that once you were back home from college that i'd take that as some time and drive back down to texas to visit the family and you, obviously," jensen spoke nervously, making it unbelievably obvious that he has a crush on her as rachael smiled 

rachael wasn't able to control the red blush that flushed her cheeks that made her face heat up to the max, "i missed you too jensen. i was wondering when you were going come back home," rachael smiled as she fiddled around with the rings that lay on jensen's fingers 

she then noticed the one she had given to him, she didn't know that he still wore it, "hold on, you...you still wear that?" rachael then questioned after paying closer attention to the rings on jensen's finger as he smiled and nodded his head 

"of course i do, i've never taken it off since you gave it to me for my birthday..." jensen trailed off shyly 

for context, for jensen's eighteenth birthday, rachael had bought him a crystal blue ring and then for rachael's eighteenth, jensen bought her a crystal green ring because rachael's eyes are blue and jensen's are green. it was so they would never forget each other after they moved away from each other, jensen to california to start his acting career and rachael to austin, texas for college. 

"...i've never taken mine off either..." rachael whispered, inching closer and closer to her best friend 

jensen didn't need anymore clues to find out that rachael also wanted their friendship to be escalated into a relationship so that's what he did. with the classic, i will always love you, by whitney houston playing from reese and her husband's wedding in the background. 

"...i love you so much rachael, you'll always be the reason i come back home..." 

---

this was adorable and i'm obsessed! i now wish i was born in the late nineties so i could've seen a young jensen and young jared :(

ily xx

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[wmuhummel]

CONTINUED FROM HERE

[ PRIVATE ] That's pretty low to joke about, Finn. There is no way someone like you could afford expensive shoes and a watch. Most of your clothes are questionable at best, there's no way in hell you think I'd fall for something like that. Try again. ( @finnhudson-wmu )

[lvxybby]

Music Ties (kurt cobain x fem! reader) (pt6)

Dave got up and went over to the TV stand. he pulled open two drawers and was looking through movies "alright....horror....comedy....romance..ew...action...and uhh i think thats it...." he said looking back at us. "oh and thriller" he said looking again. "um..is horror ok?" i asked kurt. "sure" he said smiling "dave, is horror ok?" kurt asked "sure thats ok with me...we got...Children of the corn...the fog...lady in white...beetlejuice..." he went on to list a few more. "oh children of the corn" i said with a smile. "oh i saw that in theaters when it came out...scared the shit out of me..." dave said grabbing the tape and putting it in the small slot. "uh dave can i talk to you for a minute.." kurt said looking at him. my face changed from excited to a bit sad. were they gonna talk about me? plan something? ambush me? i began to overthink the chances. "sure" he said coming over to kurt. "privately..." he said looking into his room. "ok" dave said moving out of kurts way so he can get up. they walked into kurts room. what were they doing.

Kurts POV: "whats up?" dave asked me "dude...i like her...a lot" i said running my hands through my hair. "oh wow....thats straight forward...." dave said shocked a bit. "i know...but were band mates! what will people think! i really like her...shes nice and pretty and she has great style...shes so much more talented than me...should....should i make a move on her?" i asked him "ok ok...dont make a move just yet...its still a bit early to do that....but talk to her and know her better...go out together... hang out as much as you can but not too much y'know? invite her over some nights for some drinks maybe....and show her your true self...tell her your secrets but not too many just yet...and slowly start to hint you like her till the point you ask her out...if she says yes thats good and you can go from there..." he said pulling my hands to my sides. "help her when she needs it...say if shes having a breakdown...comfort her if she wants it...if she doesn't say you understand and leave her to collect herself. and reassure her you are a person to trust and to come to at any time" he said looking me dead in the eyes. "th-thats a lot" i say wide eyed. "just take things at a slow pace and be patient and it will turn i out well" he spoke. "what if she says no" i asked "then say...you got the wrong idea and you got the wrong hints, you'll be ok" dave said still staring at me. "okay..." i said looking around to try and remember the things he said. "alright...but im a slob! she wont like me!" i whisper yelled "you dont know that...you dont know her enough...she'll keep you in line" he reassured me. i took a few deep breaths before exiting the room with dave. i saw Y/N on the couch. she looked a bit sad. i sat next to her "you alright?" i asked putting a smile on, hiding my nervousness. "yeah..." she said fidgeting with her hands. she wasn't ok. "wanna talk about it?" i asked. she stayed quiet for a second before speaking. "what were you guys talking about..." she asked. i had to think fast. "we were talking about some personal things...about my ex girlfriend..." i said. "hm" she hummed "her name was tracy...she was a total bitch...and we would argue a lot...and uh she called me earlier and bitched me out...cant get my mind off of it" i lied. i wanted to make her feel better. she sat in silence before speaking "where am i gonna sleep?" she turned her head to me. "oh shit...i didnt think of that..." i said rubbing my neck. "well...dave sleeps on the couch....i dont have anywhere except for my bed....i can sleep on the floor?" i said looking at her. "but...i dont want you to feel uncomfy..." she said. she frowned a bit. "i'll be fine...its just one night" i said smiling a bit. "no" she spoke. "what?" "no" "why" "cause i dont wanna be an asshole" "you aren't though" "shut up...we can share" "what!" i was shocked. she wanted to be in the same bed as me...sleeping....is it perverted if i say yes? is it rude if i say no? it seems like i dont have an option. "you heard me" she replied with a small smile. my face grew extremely red. she giggled a bit. "focus on the movie!" dave reminded us "hehe ok" she said turning away and back to the TV. soon after she fell asleep. her head was on my shoulder. her arms wrapped around my waist. dave looked over at me and moved his eyebrows up and down while looking at us. i chuckle a bit. she groaned a tiny bit before cuddling into me more. i couldn't help but get butterflies from her touch. my hand grazed through her hair. i grew tired as well and knew i should go to bed. i slipped off my shoes and carefully picked her up bridal style. her shoes were already off thankfully. i told dave good night before i carried her into my room. i placed her on the bed and sat next to her. i pulled the sheets and blankets over her and lied down next to her. she almost instantly cuddled into me again. her face was on my chest with our arms wrapped around each other. her breaths were slow and calming. my god shes beautiful. my hand grazed through her soft hair. i soon also fell asleep. embraced in each others touch.

[wmuhummel]

Really? You poor thing. We have to amend that immediately then. It's at Aldi, and I will even draw you a map with the aisle number and everything. No excuses if you get lost!

If I venmo you some money, will you get two bottles? Because after being roomed solely with the giant jock, I'm going to need it.

That would be great, actually, LBK! I haven't had it in quite a long time, so it might take me quite a while to find it otherwise.

[queen-scribbles]

8 and/or 9 for Ves/Kurt :3

Private/Public Kiss which ran way, way, WAY away with me and I'm not even a little bit sorry :3

Wonder

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The reflection staring back at Vesper conveyed many things well, but not the grin stretching practically ear to ear. She used it to check her earrings were hanging straight, that the lace trimming the neckline of her dress wasn’t smushed. She took a calming breath--Almost time--but even the reflected grin didn’t shrink by a fraction.

Her grin was more accurately reflected on Síora’s face as her friend slipped into the room. “Oh, carants, you are lovely!” She crossed the room to take Vesper’s hands in hers. “I am honored to be included in this day.”

“Of course. You’re the closest thing I have to family,” Vesper said, squeezing her hands. “You’re one of the people I want here most.”

Síora squeezed her hands back before letting go. “I have a gift for you.” She reached in one of the small pouches on her decorative belt and pulled something out to press into Vesper’s palm.

It was a small charm on a woven cord, oblong rather than the triangular ones several of their group had dangling from their gear. The cord was long enough to be tied as a belt or sash, carefully woven with soft blue and sunny gold thread, two small soft grey feathers bound to the edge.

“It is for good fortune,” Síora explained as Vesper turned the charm over in her hands. “And for long-lasting happiness, which is what I wish for you, both of you, more than anything, my friend.”

Vesper embraced her with fiercely whispered thanks, then tied the cord at the lower edge of her bodice so the charm hung down among the folds of her skirt. “Like so?” She smiled at Síora’s affirming nod, checked her hair and earrings one last time in the mirror, running her fingers over the carved bone necklace to make sure everything was perfect. It still reflected only a pale shadow of her smile.

“I believe the time is near, carants,” Síora said, all but beaming. It made Vesper wonder how much of her own anticipation showed. “Are you ready?”

Vesper pressed her fingers to the necklace, thought briefly of each mother who had passed it along to her, and nodded. “Oh, very much so,” she confirmed with an exhilarated smile. More than I have been for anything in my life.

---

It was only a short walk to the throne room, which was a good thing. Vesper struggled enough with maintaining a decorous pace as it was; had the distance been any longer she may have broken into a sprint.

When the doors opened to admit them, Vesper made sure to survey the chamber, taking in all the gathered faces. She knew once she found one in particular, her focus would be unwavering. Best to commit what she could to memory before it all faded to the background. She tried not to dwell on the one face she wished was there but wasn’t. (Constantin would have been insufferably excited and the ghost of his enthusiasm was keenly felt.)

Her gaze traveled over familiar faces--friends, allies, Mother Cardinal Cornelia, who was officiating, and then slowed to a halt on Kurt.

She’d been right; everything else faded into mute, vague periphery when she saw him. He hadn’t shaved--which she’d been hoping would be the case--but his outfit was the nicest thing she’d seen him wear by a mile. Crisp white shirt, dark trousers, and a jacket so deep blue it made the piercing grey of his eyes stand out even more than usual. Eyes locked with hers and saying a thousand things neither of them would ever manage to put into words. It suddenly didn’t matter there was a watching crowd, or Mother Cardinal Cornelia standing ready, or anyone else. There was no one in the world save her and Kurt.

--And Síora, gently tugging Vesper back into motion, as her feet had stopped with her gaze. Vesper stumbled slightly, her grin somehow going even wider and eyes still locked with Kurt’s as she let Síora guide her forward. She wondered if his heart was pounding as hard as hers. 

The last few steps to join him seemed to take an eternity, but finally she was close enough to slip her hands in his. Síora gave her arm a final squeeze, sent them each a small smile, and stepped away. 

Vesper shifted closer to Kurt, relishing the brush of calloused fingers against her skin, gentle as he always was with her. She squeezed his hands, not even attempting to fight her grin. There was a small charm peaking out of his pocket, very much like the one Síora had given her.

“Ready?” she murmured. She knew a crowd this size wasn’t his preference--it wasn’t hers, either. But with everything the island had been through in the past year, people needed something to celebrate. Governor de Morange had been been very persuasive in her suggestion the wedding of New Sérène’s legate was just such an occasion. So even if they would both have been fine doing this in a no-name chapel with only their friends as witness, here they stood.

“More than,” Kurt returned, eyes shining and voice rough. “Vesper, you...” He cleared his throat and held his silence as Cornelia started speaking.

Vesper was blind to the audience, listening just enough to the Mother Cardinal’s words to follow the ceremony, her gaze, her heart, her focus locked with Kurt’s. The joy and anticipation cresting, building, overflowing in in her chest was too much to do otherwise. It was all she could do to keep her breathing steady, to maintain decorum and not start bouncing on her toes as they worked their way through the dictum, the blessing, the vows. And from the twinkle in Kurt’s eyes he wasn’t doing much better.

As they drew near the ending pronouncement, Vesper’s excitement overruled her sense of decorum and she did start bouncing. Just a faint rocking up on her toes, but she was sure at least some of the guests noticed. She didn’t care. Say it, say it, say it-!

The second the words “man and wife” left Cornelia’s mouth Vesper surged forward. She and Kurt released each other’s hands in the same moment, newly exchanged rings catching the sunlight as his arms wrapped around her waist and hers around his neck. They were both grinning as their mouths met in a fervent kiss. Vesper’s feet came off the ground and Kurt shifted half a step back to compensate balance for her enthusiasm, a laugh rumbling in his chest.

(She was pretty sure she heard chuckles from her friends as she found her footing, dipping briefly backwards with the continuing kiss. Let them laugh.)

They finally broke apart, foreheads resting together as they absorbed the polite cheers of their guests. Kurt’s thumb caressed her cheek, tracing her jaw, the boundary of her mark, her cheekbone. 

“You seem excited, wife,” he said softly, the gentle teasing not masking the wonder in his eyes. The moniker and the tenderness with which he uttered it sent a thrill shivering down her spine.

Vesper shifted her hand to cup the side of his face. “Can you blame me? Husband,” she murmured, emotion making her voice squeak and waver on the word.

Kurt’s smile was at least the match of hers. “No, I can’t,” he said huskily, hand sliding to the back of her head, fingers digging into her hair.

He kissed her again and and the incandescent joy made it hard to breathe. Harder still to remember they still had an audience.

---

The next few hours passed in a whirl, full of celebration, well-wishes that ranged from polite strangers to enthusiastic friends.

Vesper, of course, knew every one, even if the mere thought of remembering all those names and faces made Kurt dizzy. He didn’t know how she kept it straight. Just one more way in which she was a wonder.

It was almost enough to make him wonder if this was real. He was more than content that she loved him(for some reason), that she wanted him for whatever time they had.

That she’d brought up and carried through making that time the rest of their lives was so far beyond what he’d ever dared hope or dream for his life it left him a bit breathless. There was an ache of emotion sitting tight in his chest Kurt could neither explain nor dissipate. Not that he wanted to. He ran a look over the room, bodyguard’s instincts impossible to stem, even at his wedding. If anything, they felt sharper than usual. 

“Looking out for our-- well, your Legate?” Vasco asked, strolling over to lean against the wall near where Kurt stood.

“I did just swear an oath to defend her with my life beyond even the former contract,” he replied dryly. “And some habits can’t be laid aside.”

“No aspersions, Captain,” Vasco said with a genial laugh, half-raising his hands.  “It’s a lucky thing you can have each others’ backs in the face of any storms you may face.”

“Given her role, I think storms are inevitable,” Kurt said, watching Vesper smile as she conversed with the governor. “But those storms haven’t met her.”

Vasco chuckled. “You have indeed married a force of nature, my friend. The gentlest one I’ve encountered by far, but even a gentle stream can wear away hardened stone.”

Kurt nodded, too entranced by Vesper’s smile, the curve of her jaw, the warmth in her eyes, to look away or do more than grunt a noncommittal reply. Even to her praises being sung.

Vasco took it in stride, smile tugging his lips as he commented, ”With the way you’re looking at her, it’s a wonder you’re not joined at the hip,”  His eyes twinkled. “Though I suppose that part comes later, does it not?” He grinned at the flat look Kurt sent him, and leaned in closer, tone conspiratorial. “Much as she thrives on this, I don’t think your wife would mind if you stole her away from us.”

If that moniker ever stopped sending warmth buzzing through his veins, it would very likely mean he had perished. “You think?”

“It is all but a certainty,” Vasco said, head tipping toward Vesper, who was now watching them converse. Her grey eyes were doe-soft as they met his, and Kurt couldn’t resist temptation any longer, decorum be damned.

“I’ll take your word,” he muttered, and then was moving. In keeping with Vasco’s nudge, Vesper met him not quite halfway, her hand settling soft on his chest as his arm wrapped around her waist.

 “I’m tired of sharing,” he whispered in her ear.

She hummed a small laugh and leaned in to kiss his cheek. “So am I.”

“Well, then,” Kurt pulled her closer and kissed her forehead. “I think it’s time we take our leave, sweet excellency.”

“Well past,” she agreed, and they started moving for the door.

---

It wasn’t half as hard as Kurt feared to extricate themselves from the affair. Half the guests seemed to be expecting their departure, and it was very likely the celebration would continue a good few hours yet even without them. Kurt didn’t care what the did so long as it left the palace standing, he didn’t care about anything save Vesper all but dragging him up the stairs.

“Is it wrong that I’m pleasantly surprised today went off without a hitch?” she asked with a small laugh when they reached the landing. 

“So long as it’s pleasantly,” Kurt chuckled. “Considerin’ how mishaps and excitement have dogged our heels since we stepped off the ship, I’d say no.”

“Good. I thought I might be getting cynical,” Vesper said lightly, heading for the bedroom door. “I had very high hopes for today, and they’ve been met in every respect but one.”

The twinkle in her eye made it the most obvious bait Kurt had ever seen, but he took it anyway. “And what respect would that be?” he asked, halting so close he was in her space.

She paused with her hand on the knob, mischievous smile pulling at her lips that all but undid him. “I haven’t gotten to kiss my husband nearly as much as I’d like.”

He laughed softly and tipped up her chin, thumb brushing her lower lip. “Lucky that’s easily remedied; it’s the one area I’d hope to exceed expectation.”

She opened her mouth to reply just as he kissed her, whatever she meant to say lost in a soft groan instead. Kurt’s fingers slid back toward her nape, tangling in her hair.

Vesper leaned into the kiss, one hand curving to the side of his neck, the other pressing against the doorknob until it twisted under the pressure and they stumbled into the room.

“Well, there’s our mishap for the day, I suppose,” she giggled, her hand now clutching his jacket collar for help holding her balance.

Kurt exhaled a laugh and rested his forehead to hers as she closed the door and leaned against it. “If that’s the worst we have to contend with, I’ll gladly take it,” he murmured, tracing her jaw with his thumb. A worry that had sat at the back of his mind for weeks now finally felt safe to voice. “Not to cast a dour mood over the happiest day of my life, but I am surprised your uncle didn’t try anything to delay or prevent this.” He arched a brow when she rolled her lips. “Assuming you wrote him?”

“Oh, I would never be so remiss as to not inform the Prince D’Orsay of my intentions,” Vesper said innocently, leaning her head back against the door to meet his eye. “I wrote him of my plans to wed, who I intended to marry and why. Made it abundantly clear I was declaring a planned course of action, not seeking permission or his blessing, then ensured the letter was safely aboard a ship headed for Sérène.” Her thumb traced an arc against his cheek, her eyes sparkling. “A month ago.”

In other words, the letter probably hadn’t even made it to the continent yet, let alone her uncle’s desk.

Kurt’s shoulder’s shook with laughter he couldn’t contain. “You are...” A minx. A marvel. So good at these games. “A wonder.” He kissed her forehead. “I love you so much.”

“And I you.” Vesper laced her fingers together around the back of his neck.  “Which is why I refuse to let anything, even my uncle, stand in the way of us being together. I love you and I want you, political machinations be damned.”

It still made it hard to breathe when she was so plain about it. “Someday I’ll figure what I did to deserve you,” he managed.

“And I’ll happily reel off my list until it sinks in,” she returned quietly, sliding both hands forward to cup his jaw. “You are enough, Kurt. Just you.”

“Vesper...” When she said it like that, looked at him like that, it made him want to believe it as strongly as she did. He kissed her again, hoping it would convey gratitude better than his fumbling words ever could.

She pressed into the kiss as well, hands clasping his collar to give her leverage. His hands settled on her waist to hold her close, neither wanting to break for more than quick gasps of air until the need became too great. 

Vesper stepped back first, gasping a deep breath and taking a moment to compose herself before she looked up to meet his gaze again. “Now, since we’ve established my uncle won’t be bothering us for a while... I think we’re both wearing too many clothes,” she said, twinkle in her eye.  “Though I must say, you clean up nicely, Captain.”

Kurt chuckled and brushed back wisps of her thoroughly mussed hair. “Not half so well as you, Excellency,” he countered, kissing the bridge of her nose.

“Almost a shame it has to come off,” she teased, hands trailing down the front to pick at the fastenings.

He slid one hand around her back, ran a finger up the lacing of her dress with just enough pressure to watch her bite her lip. “It doesn’t have to, if you’re enjoying it so much,” he murmured in her ear. 

“Oh, I’m sure we’ll find other occasions for you to dress up,” she whispered back, nimble fingers unhooking the top few even as she spoke.

Kurt smiled and stole another kiss, shrugging out of the jacket as she undid the last fastening. Vesper’s now-free hands returned to cradling his jaw as she kissed him back. They lingered a moment before she withdrew and turned to allow him easier access for unlacing her dress.

“Which also means other occasions for this-” Her breath caught at the kiss he brushed to the curve of her neck as he started to unwork the laces. “Kurt-!”

A smile tugged his lips as his finger fingers tugged the laces. “Yes, wife?” he murmured against her skin before repeating the kiss.

Vesper’s shoulders rolled and a hum of pleasure escaped her. “....don’t dawdle.”

That was never a risk with her, even less so today, as his heart felt ready to beat out of his chest, but he couldn’t resist. “Quite the change of tune,” he whispered, even as he reached the bottom of the lacing and the dress fell loose.

Vesper pivoted, wriggled free of the soft purple gown, which she draped haphazardly over a chair near where his jacket had fallen. “As I said, there will be other occasions, husband.” She looped an arm around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. “For many things,” she murmured against his lips.

She was right and he knew it and it was the final nudge Kurt needed to sweep her up in his arms and head for the bed. While he would acquiesce and not dawdle too much, he did want to enjoy this. Even knowing she was right--there would be many more occasions, for many things.

A whole lifetime of them.

[awkward-walking-potato]

X-Men masterlist

Link to my marvel one - here

My requests are open!

Wolverine Masterlist

Deadpool Masterlist

Remy Lebeau

In sickness and in health - Request for Remy with his lady being sick?

Steady as a card in the wind - Gambit with a partner with anxiety

Jealous Remy - A guy starts flirting with reader at the bar and how he reacts

Clubbing with Gambit

Guess - Gambit returns to the woman he hurt, admitting his fear of commitment and asking for a chance to prove his love. Despite her lingering pain, she decides to give him one last chance, hopeful that this time might be different.

Under the Crescent Moon - Remy takes you to a drive in movie to see his favourite movie, Princess and the frog.

Trick or Treat - “I couldn’t find a costume, so I just decided to go as your [partner/bf/gf].”

Playful Bites - gender neutral reader who likes to affectionately bite him

Remy comforting the reader after a nightmare

Prom Night pressure - Planning prom gets too much and causes you to overwork yourself

Hank Mccoy

Reassurance - reader has a panic attack and Hank comforts them

Quiet Moments in the Lab - reader who gets overwhelmed cause she has a similar mutation to Charles, and finds comfort in the quiet of the lab

Kurt Wagner

The midnight Visitor - It is just Kurt being the biggest kitty cat

Tangled hearts,Torn leather - Kurt with a Punk reader and they are very much sunshine and grumpy trope

In the blink of a heart - What Kurt would think about his shy gender neutral crush giving him a love letter before leaving quickly

Saved by Nightcrawler - Kurt saves your life on a mission so you save his

Pouting and fluff - Kurt comes in soaking wet and you have to dry him off

Swashbuckling - What happens when you watch pirates of the Caribbean with Kurt.

Shades of Us - Kurt with reader who has a physical mutation like himself

Kurt surprising his gender-neutral s/o by wrapping his tail around their waist in private

Kurt reacting to his gender neutral crush telling him that they admire how kind he is despite how much he had suffered in the past

Fuzzy Comforts - reader comes home drunk and immediately latches onto nightcrawler and starts calling him a teddy because of the fur

Shadows of devotion - Kurt x goth Mutant reader (whose power is smoke like turning herself into smoke or smoke like Illusions)

Drawn to you - Kurt ends up seeing the art that the reader makes

Whispers of Moonlight - Kurt makes friends with death

Discovering You Were in an Illegal Mutant Cage Fighting Ring

Reflections - the reader feels ugly and has been treated unkindly because of it and kurt helps them out

Charles Xavier

A gentle touch - Charles looks after a sick reader

Are you still busy? - reader who just keeps bothering him while he is working cause they want his attention and every one else is busy

Erik Lehnsherr

Beautiful Darkness - The reader has always felt like an outcast even with the other mutants till she meets Erik

Moonlit reflections - “I spent so long in the darkness I’d almost forgotten how beautiful the moonlight is.” Erik helps out a reader with a werewolf mutation

Comfort in the Darkness - Erik helps with reader see how beautiful her powers are

Scott Summers

headcanons for how Scott would support an S/O struggling with depression and mental health

An Easy Fix - When your car breaks down near the mansion Scott is there to help

Headcanons

Logan and Wade on Receiving a Love Letter from Their Shy, Gender-Neutral Crush

Gambit's on Receiving a Love Letter from His Shy, Gender-Neutral Crush

Remy, Logan, and Wade would think about his female s/o walking in on him

Remy, wade, and logan reacting to their s/o wearing lip plumping lip gloss

Remy, Logan, and Wade would think walking in on his female s/o

Remy, Logan, Wade, and Kurt on their Gender-Neutral S/O Asking to Hold Their Hand/Arm Before a Scary Halloween Movie

Headcanons: Kurt Wagner (Nightcrawler) & Remy LeBeau (Gambit) with Siren!Reader

headcanons for how Storm, Magneto, and Nightcrawler would react to an S/O whose mutation isn’t combat-oriented and who feels insecure or weak compared to the others

headcanons for how Kurt and Scott would react to having an S/O with a "sunshine aura":

Scott Summers (Cyclops), Charles Xavier (Professor X), and Magneto might react to a reader with a powerful and versatile mutation who feels undercoordinated

Scott (Cyclops), Remy (Gambit), and Logan (Wolverine) would react to rescuing a reader who had been trapped in an illegal mutant fighting ring

Remy (Gambit), Wade (Deadpool), and Logan (Wolverine) would react to their shy, gender-neutral crush whispering a confession in their ear

Remy, Wade, and Logan might react and feel about a gender-neutral S/O who always makes sure to tell them "I love you" whenever possible

headcanons for a polyamorous relationship between Wade Wilson (Deadpool), Logan (Wolverine), and their gender-neutral s/o who acts as a mediator and the voice of reason

Kurt, Emma, and Scott with a reader that’s a little off-putting? They’re mostly harmless but them not making a sound still gives people a start.

Remy, poly Wade, and Logan would think about his shy gender neutral s/o asking him to kiss his forehead in hopes that he would feel loved

Remy, poly Wade, and Logan would think about his gender neutral s/o telling him that they haven't calmed down from the disagreement/arguement so they want to sleep separately

Remy (Gambit), Logan (Wolverine), and Kurt (Nightcrawler) might react to an S/O who often depreciates themselves

[wmuhummel]

[ PRIVATE ] Sebastian middle name Smythe, I think you understanding that just made me fall a little bit in love with you. Or it's really bad indigestion. Honestly it could be either at this point. Although should I be this shocked? You've been able to read me like a book -- unsure if this is a good thing or not, honestly. Maybe I should change it up now so you can stop reading me so easily.

Maybe because you give a shit about us? Sure, there's flirtation and all that, with the constant desire to get naked and do things -- but you seem to actually give a shit on if we're having fun and comfortable while doing all of that. So you're clearly genuinely interested and that's nice? Is that so wrong to enjoy? No? That's what I thought. AND IT ISN'T ABOUT 'NEEDING' TO! I WANT TO! God, you gave me an expensive necklace and you're just eyerolling about me paying for a simple dinner in Lima, Ohio? Not half as extravagant.

No, I won't object the kissing. If anything that'll make the closeminded homophobes uncomfortable. Which is always a goal, honestly.

[ PRIVATE ] someone said it was like pulling on a little girls pigtails but I don't think it's quite that straight foward, I get that's affection. And you know- your way of seeing if a guy is gonna hang around. Fine. Fine. I'll keep that list secret for a few moments yet.

God knows what possesed you both do that but here we are. And I know better than to argue about you paying for all this. No matter how tempting it is to point that you don't actually need too. I'll invite him. He asked and it seems a shame for him to miss out on it- though I am stealing a kiss from both of you for being sweet. Seriously. It's very, very touching.

And you can't object to me there.

[bothsidesofaquestion]

entry made featuring anger.

dear diary ... | accepting **Will accept prompts from the list with the exception of Heartbreak & Anger, I've gotten many of those already XD

Translated from the German Blog entry of the day, june 5th of 2033.

**Eventually, Kurt moved from writing in a journal to post his thoughts in a private blog. It’s basically the same system but in a different format, by then most of his posts were in English cause in this blog we consider English as his second language and Kurt worked hard on speaking it perfectly so, writing in English on his journal/blog is a way to flex his braincells for he is multilingual and he doesn’t want to forget. Whenever he doesn’t want anyone to understand what he wrote/posted, he does it in German, you know, for the: what if they find my journal or blog and they read what I posted?**

They can stare, talk behind my back, point at me, laugh, whisper or even just insulting me in my face and I swear I’ll be fine. I will deal with it the way I’ve dealt with since I was aware of what I am: by existing and showing them I can be happy and wholesome despite their hate.

BUT I SWEAR, IF THEY MESS WITH MY DAUGTHER AGAIN I WON’T BE PATIENT!!!

Today, Talia arrived home in tears. Wanda wasn’t home and I had to deal with that alone. I usually don’t mind but the frustration was too much to bare and it was hard to contain my anger. I just wanted to go back to that fucking school and punch the Principal right in the nose.

Why no one called me about this???

Wait, I THINK I know the answer.

God, I swear, I can’t barely type anymore… My hands are trembling because I am so mad… I thought I had calmed down already but whenever I close my eyes and I see her crying in my mind is just enough for me to want to break something.

[20 minutes later and after staring blankly at the screen, he continues]

I’ll never get it, I thought I had figured it out and I thought I was smarter than them. What I didn’t know is how things would be once I became a father. When Talia was born and the doctor said she looked like me, I was happy. Today, is the first time I regret she actually does look like me.

She is beautiful but they don’t see it.

Well fuck them, her mother and I do. Should that matter more? Well, I want to believe one day she’ll know it does matter more. We matter more, way more than a bunch of racists, bigots and ignorant people that want to make her believe she is not valid just because she exists.

Anyway, let’s leave it here. I need to call Wanda otherwise she will murder me if I don’t tell her what happened today. She might be thousand miles away but she needs to know and I won’t be surprised if she returns quickly and for the first time, I won’t care if she does. The world can wait, her daughter needs her.