#( ⤷ 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

[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,?

[eriquin]

The Trolley Problem, part 40

Nancy knows something is up and is going to figure out what.

(master post)

Nancy’s parents made her go to school on Wednesday, even though Barb was in the hospital. She had tried to convince them to let her go there instead, but they insisted. They said there wasn’t anything that she’d be able to do for Barb, which might have been true, but it felt terrible to be in school while her friend was suffering. 

The things that Steve had said the night before still bugged her. In the ambulance, Barb kept saying that a monster had attacked her. She was panicking so bad that they had to sedate her, and Nancy held her good hand while they rode to the hospital. Then, she sat with her until her parents showed up. Now, all everyone could talk about was Heather and Kurt disappearing. There were definitely some people whispering about Barb, but no one asked her what had happened. It was like they didn’t really care.

She tried to talk to Robin about it. Before yesterday, she’d barely known Robin existed, much less that she and Barb had been friends once. But Robin spooked when she saw her, and practically tripped over her own feet as she ran away. 

Steve showed up late to school. Nancy didn’t try to talk to him, but she watched as he went out to his car to eat with his friends. Whatever they were talking about, they wanted to do it in private. She had the feeling that he knew something. He’d shown up with Robin at the party, after everything had happened, and people said that he’d taken her home, too. Some people were talking about how Robin was wearing his clothes, and other people wondered what happened to his hand. It was covered with a bandage. It had been bandaged last night, too, but it felt like she was the only one who had noticed it then.

In between classes, she saw Steve and Robin walking together. They disappeared into the band room, and she couldn’t follow them without skipping Mrs. Phillips’ class, which she wasn’t prepared to do. She tried to find them afterwards, but couldn’t. 

Then, she saw Carol talking to Jonathan Byers while Tommy stood nearby. She almost went to intervene, but as she got closer, she realized that they weren’t arguing or threatening each other at all. Instead, they looked like they were collaborating on something. She couldn’t get close enough to hear what they were saying, so she just stuck by her locker until they went their separate ways. Tommy went with Carol, and Jonathan went off on his own. 

She followed Jonathan. That didn’t turn up much, at least not right away. He went to his locker, then out to his car. She wondered if he was leaving, but he came back inside with his camera. She kept following him as he went to the school darkroom. 

Nancy thought she might have a chance to see what he was doing, but Carol and Tommy showed up again and blocked the door while he was in there. They looked like they were just hanging out there, talking, but when Nicole came by to get in the darkroom, Carol stopped talking to Tommy and distracted her. Nancy saw Tommy tap at the darkroom door, and Carol kept talking to Nicole until Jonathan came out. He had a folder with pictures in it, which he shoved into his stack of books. He barely glanced at Tommy or Carol as he went past, but once he was gone, suddenly Carol didn’t have anything more to talk to Nicole about. It was all very smooth.

Whatever Steve was doing, Carol and Tommy probably knew about it. And if they were involving Jonathan, it probably had something to do with the pictures he just developed. She just needed an excuse to talk to him, and it didn’t take her long to think of one.

She met him at his locker and tapped him on the shoulder. “Hey,” she said brightly.

“Oh. Hey,” he said. They knew each other because their brothers were friends, but had never really hung out. “What’s up?” 

“Are you in Chilton’s biology class? Barb asked me to check on all her classes while she’s out.”

Jonathan turned back to his locker and nodded. “Yeah, hold on. We had an assignment.” He shifted his books from one arm to the other and Nancy saw her chance. She pretended to slip and knock into him, making his books fall onto the ground.

“Oh, shit,” she said. “Sorry! I’ll get them.”

“No, it’s okay,” he said, trying to stop her.

But Nancy had already stepped to the side and crouched down to pick them up. She shuffled them with her own books, slipping the folder out from where it was hidden. Jonathan crouched down next to her, panicking about it all, and she made the split-second decision to look at the pictures right there instead of trying to slip them into her own books. 

She didn’t know what she expected to see, but it certainly wasn’t what she saw. There was a monster, slightly off center, clearly chasing someone. The people were blurry but the monster was very clear. She only saw it for a second before Jonathan grabbed the folder from her hands, snapping it shut and holding it to his chest. A look of shock crossed his face, and it must’ve been matched by the one on her own.

“It’s not... It’s not what it looks like.”

Nancy gulped, trying to find her words. “Barb was right,” she whispered. “She... That’s the thing she saw.”

“No,” Jonathan said, also keeping his voice to a whisper. “It’s not real.”

“It is real,” she hissed back. “What happened to those people? Did you just stand there taking pictures while it... While it...”

He looked around wildly. There were people in the hallway, and some of them were staring. He grabbed her hand. “I’ll explain, but you have to listen,” he whispered, pulling her into the nearest classroom. 

Once inside, she wrenched her hand free and stepped away. “That thing is what Barb saw, isn’t it? When did you take these?”

“Last night,” he said. “Hold on. I’ll show you.” He moved to a desk at the back of the room, away from the windows and the door, and opened the folder. Nancy came over to look.

There were a half dozen pictures of the monster. In most of them, the other people were out of focus, but one had a clear picture of Steve and Robin crouched down while someone next to them held a jet of flame to drive it off. 

“What the fuck,” Nancy whispered. “Steve?”

“That was Tommy,” Jonathan said, tapping on the back of the guy with the fire. “He drove it off, but the can of hairspray exploded and they all had to jump in Steve’s pool.”

“Was that why he was all bandaged up?” Nancy asked. 

“Yeah, Carol took Tommy to the hospital after. It wasn’t too bad, though.”

“Not Tommy, Steve.” Nancy flipped back through the pictures. “How did Steve hurt his hand?”

“Oh.” He scratched his head. “Uh, that happened before. Look, this is really complicated. I’m pretty sure that Steve didn’t want you getting involved.”

She whipped her head up to glare at him. “Steve didn’t want me involved?” Her lip curled into a snarl. “What does he know about it?” 

“A lot,” he said. “I can’t really explain it. Nobody was supposed to see these pictures. They’re, like, insurance against the people who made the monster? Or maybe set it loose.” He put the pictures back in the folder and closed it to hide them from view.

She frowned at this. “We need to take this to the cops, though,” she said. “They didn’t believe Barb, and they’re out there looking for Heather now. This monster is still out there, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, but—”

“People are in danger!”

“I know!” Jonathan put his hands on her and looked her in the eyes. “I know that. But they’re in danger from more than the monster. The people who set it loose? They’re really bad. They’ve already killed someone to try to cover it up.” 

Nancy furrowed her brow. “Who told you that?” she said. “Was it Steve?” 

He sighed. “You should talk to him,” he said. “I can’t explain it like he can. He knows a lot about this.”

“How?”

Jonathan shook his head. “You wouldn’t believe me. I didn’t believe him until the monster showed up.” He sighed. “He’s not the bad guy here.”

Nancy’s eyes drifted back to the folder. “We at least need to show them to Barb,” she said. “I need her to know that I believe her, and that we have proof. You can explain stuff to her, so she knows why it’s important for her to keep quiet.”

He chewed on his lower lip. “Maybe,” he said. “I’m supposed to meet with everyone else after school, so we can figure out a safe place to store the pictures and the negatives.”

“Then let’s go now,” she said. “You have a car, right?” 

That was how she ended up cutting the last two periods of class with Jonathan Byers and going to Hawkins General to see Barb. But when they got there, the receptionist wouldn’t let them through. She insisted that Barb wasn’t a patient.

Nancy was flabbergasted and started trying to explain that Barb had been brought in the night before. The receptionist was a different woman from the one on the night shift, and wouldn’t tell her what had happened. She just said that Barb Holland wasn’t a patient there. Jonathan pulled her away before she started yelling. They called Barb’s house on the lobby payphone, but no one was home. 

After she got off the phone, she took Jonathan aside and whispered, “What the hell is going on? Where did they take her?”

“I don’t know,” he said. “We should get out of here, though.”

She crossed her arms and glared at the receptionist, who ignored her. “We should go to the police,” she said.

“No, we need to go back to school,” he said. “This is part of something bigger and we don’t need the attention.” 

She went with him back to his car, but convinced him to swing by Barb’s house just in case. Neither of her parents were home, but Nancy knew where they kept the key. Barb’s house had been ransacked. It freaked them both out, and they ran back to the car.

“You were right,” she said as they drove back to the school. “I can’t believe it. They must have taken her and her parents to cover this up.”

“I don’t know,” he said. “They couldn’t just kidnap a whole family like that. Someone would have to have seen something.”

“We should go to the police,” she said. “We went to Barb’s house and it looked like it was robbed. The smart thing to do would be to call the police.” 

Jonathan pulled his car over to the side of the road. “We’d have to explain why we were there instead of at school,” he said. “And we can’t let them find these pictures. Right now, no one knows that we know. It’s our only leverage.”

Nancy gulped. He was right again. It felt like her world was closing in. “You said that Steve knows something?” she asked. “He knows what’s going on?”

“Yeah.”

“Let’s go talk to him, then.”

Tag list: @neonfruitbowl

[invisibleraven]

Fuck you, I’m a delight. / Peterpatter

Luke scowled as the phone ringing brought him out of the song writing groove he had found himself lost in for the past few minutes. But it was the landline-the one he and Reggie had put in half for nostalgia, and mostly for emergencies. It only rang when something was wrong, and with Reggie out, Luke knew he had t be the one to get it.

"Hello?"

"Mr. Peterson?" Luke froze at that. When he and Reggie got married they decided to mash up their last names for when they had kids, and it was that name the school used when calling. "I'm calling about Shania."

"Is she okay?" Luke asked, fear seizing him. Shania went to a good private school, but it was still a school in America, and God knew that they were hot beds for any number of disasters.

"She and another student got into an altercation," the teacher replied. "I was wondering if you and your partner could come down so we could all discuss it."

Luke glanced at the clock, Reggie was due back in a few minutes, so he nodded, forgetting the woman couldn't see him, then finally replied they would be there in half an hour.

Reggie walked in the door just as Luke hung up the phone and his expression immediately turned serious when he saw it. "Is Shi okay?"

"I think she got into a fight," Luke explained, rushing to tidy his appearance somewhat while Reggie scrambled to put the few groceries away and put on a more respectable outfit. Neither of them dressed up, and did little to hide their identities other than hoods up and sunglasses. They weren't the only famous parents at the school, but they still sometimes got swarmed.

"You should let me do the talking, I'm better with people," Reggie said as they pulled up.

"Fuck you, I'm a delight," Luke responded.

"Not saying you aren't babe, but the last time we did this you offended Ms. Bowen so bad we had to donate a new set of recorders to smooth things over," Reggie reminded him.

"Ugh, I hate those things and I still stand firm that they don't make real music," Luke grumbled.

Reggie patted his shoulder in a placating manner. "I know, but we don't need the bad press, and if Shania is in trouble, we don't want to make things worse."

"Fine," Luke replied, rolling his eyes.

They found Shania sitting outside the principal's office, holding an ice pack to her face, looking annoyed, while a much bigger and older boy glared at her from a chair across the hall, his parents standing behind him, fusing over his bloody nose and mussed clothing.

"Shania," Reggie cried, rushing over, easing the ice pack away and hissing at the nasty bruise. "What happened baby girl?"

"Bernard made fun of Maggie," Shania said matter of factly. "So I did what you told me to do with bullies, and stood up for my friend. He hit me, so I hit back. That's what Mr. Owens walked in on. Mags is in there now trying to tell her side."

"Your poor face," Reggie cooed, kissing her forehead, and whispering to her "Proud of you."

"Good on you for looking out for your friend sweet pea," Luke said, offering her a fist to bump. "You're gonna have a sick mark though."

"Good thing we're past picture day," Shania replied wryfully, shooting them her signature grin-all Reggie, through and through.

"Is Kurt still in class?" Reggie asked.

"Yeah, he only went back there because Mr. Owens wouldn't let him sit with me," Shania replied. "He already gave me a high five."

Luke laughed, that sounded just like their son. He wondered if he could go sign him out now or if h was better off waiting until after this nonsense was dealt with.

Maggie Banks came out of the office a moment later, rushing over to hug Shania, assuring her she had told Principal Fuentes everything. Assuring Luke and Reggie she was okay, and skipped off to class, promising she was going to come by later with cookies. Luke hoped they were Janie's famous peanut butter ones, those were to die for.

The meeting was an uncomfortable one, with Bernard's parents insisting he was the victim, Shania repeating the story Maggie had told and confessing this wasn't the first time the boy had picked on her friend. Reggie was stern, insisting that Shania not be punished if the school wasn't enforcing their anti-bullying policy.

"She still struck a child," the principal said, massaging his temples.

"After he blackened her eye!" Luke protested, noting that Reggie wasn't holding him back. "He's nine, and she's six-barely six at that. He's bigger and stronger, and should know better."

The principal sighed. "Irregardless, they both need some sort of consequences for physical violence. Shania will serve detention the rest of this week during recess in the library."

"And Bernard?' his parents asked.

"One day suspension and detention for two weeks. The Petersons are right-he started it, and is far larger and older, he knows not to hurt the other children."

"We can live with that," Reggie said, standing up, thanking the principal for his time and steering them away while the other parents started getting up in arms. Luke didn't even care that Shania turned and stuck her tongue out at the boy as they exited.

"Let's go get Kurt and have ice cream," he declared.

"You mean I'm not in trouble?" Shania asked.

"Oh you are," Reggie replied. "No sucker punching people in future young lady."

"But we're still proud of you for helping Maggie, so you can have ice cream while we think of a punishment," Luke added.

Later, the kids tucked in, the two of them slumped together on the couch. "Ooof what a day," Reggie sighed, turning and kissing the underside of Luke's jaw. "Thanks for being your delightful self when dealing with that nonsense today."

"Oh baby, you ain't yet gotten me delighting you," Luke said with a waggle of his eyebrows before pushing a giggling Reggie down to the couch cushions and doing just that.

[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..." 

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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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[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.

[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)

[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.

[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

[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

---

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.

[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.

[phtalogreenpoison]

MBS WIP!! part 2!

So far, the plot that I have is that Milligan has lost years of his life with Kate because of the memory loss from the Whisperer, but since he’s recovered his memories now and at the farm and working again his cool job again, he’s just trying to figure himself out as well as how to be a good father to Kate again.  For his personal tastes, I reckon he would think Kurt Cobain is neat and listens to Green day, as I headcanon that man is as bisexual as they come, in a very dilf way.  He also is very handy with a toolkit and does a lot of DIY stuff (like if Nick Offerman was very bisexual), which helps with his secret agent stuff.  And if he was in his 20s for the 1990s (remember this is set post 2008 ish), he came of age in an era where he experimented a bit and was aware of his own sexuality, but still pretty private about it.  Then, of course, he fell in love with Kate’s mom, who for the purposes of having a name to call her I’m naming Sara (which literally has no reasons behind it other than I needed to pick a name and this sounds vaguely fitting), and they had a great relationship for about seven years, having Kate after 3 years of dating, 2 years of marriage, and then raising her together for about two years .  He even had told her about that part of himself because they were cool like that, but she had some kind of terminal illness or out of nowhere accident, leaving it as just him and his Katie-Cat.  So of course, at first because of grief at losing Kate’s mother, then disappearing from Kate’s life as a result of amnesia and mental illness, and just building a relationship with Kate again, he really has not even thought about pursuing a relationship again.  He’s not like opposed to it or anything, but he is aware he is working on himself, building his career again, and especially focusing on his relationship to his daughter.

So because Milligan wants to make sure Kate is not being neglected while he’s working as a single parent, he wants to hire someone to help renovate the farm and also be an adult for Kate to rely on when he is not there for whatever reason.  And Kate convinces him to interview one of her circus buddies, who she tells Milligan she looked at as somewhat of a father figure while he couldn’t be there for her.  Not only that, she knows he is reliable, responsible, and makes a mean apple pie, to which Milligan was like hey at least we can get a dessert out of this interview if it doesn’t go like Kate is hoping.  (And yes, Moocho looked after her in the circus, like he literally mentally adopted this child the second he got to know her.  He taught her a bunch of stunts and was supportive when she worked on her license to train birds.  He also made she ate meals when she got excited about something, always having a snack on hand.)