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arizonaaaaaa · 2 months ago

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Glee cast sings Cheek to Cheek, a collaborative album by Lady Gaga and Tony Bennett

I wasn’t going to do this one and Love For Sale as they don’t have any original songs, but I love Gaga a lot so here you go, also since these are essentially covers of the original versions I won’t have a lot to say unlike the other albums, enjoy

Anything Goes (originally from “Anything Goes”) sung by Harmony in “The Purple Piano Project”

-this was sung in a mash-up with Anything You Can Do from “Annie Get Your Gun”, this mash-up is incredible, better than the two originals, Harmony was probably the biggest waisted opportunity glee ever had, she’s in the same level of singer as Sunshine and Unique like, girl, take a breath

Cheek to Cheek (originally from “Top Hat”) sung by Sue and Will in “Puppet Master”

-I don’t have a lot to say about this song, the Tony-Gaga version is sweet and very happily, the glee version is also sweet but a lot calmer, we all know Matthew is a good singer but Jane Lynch rocks these slower songs, I also like the montage being all black and white, although Sue Sylvester wearing a dress is still cursed to me

Don’t Wait Too Long (originally by Madeleine Peyroux) sung by Santana Lopez in season 4

-this could be sung either on “Thanksgiving” since the songs covers autumn a lot or in that one episode where it’s snowing and they’re trapped in the apartment which name I don’t remember, this would simply be Santana singing about Brittany, and due to Santa Baby existing we know she can do jazz quite good, there’s also a lyric that reads: “So while my heart’s gay and foolish” and I couldn’t stop laughing

I Can't Give You Anything But Love (originally by Jimmy McHugh and Dorothy Field) sung by Blaine and Rachel

-this would be one of the anderberry siblings duets, the vibe of the song really fits the play in “Extraordinary Merry Christmas” but since it isn’t a festive song it could be sung any other time, I don’t remember if these two sung jazz before on the show but they are a powerful duo when it comes to singing so I’m sure they would do good

Nature Boy (originally by Eden Ahbez) sung by Rory Flanagan

-yay first Rory song in these posts, jazz and calmer songs are just his vibe, that’s why he was never included in the previous posts, next album is a country one, let’s see if he appears, anyway, the boy described in the song is just Rory, a boy who wandered land and sea, shy and sad in the eye, that’s my baby boy being described, I also love the flute in the song

Goody Goody (originally by Matty Malneck and Johnny Mercer) sung by Blaine Anderson with Santana Lopez

-this song is a little funny, Tony is the one who does the singing while Gaga just talks in the song, I can totally see Blaine singing this happily and catchy song with his doggy personality while Santana would be the one saying the snarky stuff with her wet cat personality, there’s also a line saying “I’m not a goody I’m a baddy” and it’s so cringe I want to hear Santana saying this

Ev'ry Time We Say Goodbye (originally by Cole Porter) sung by Rachel Berry

-this song, unlike most of them , is a Gaga solo, she sings it so peacefully that it reminded me of Rachel’s version of “You are Woman, I Am Man”, which she sang very quietly and peacefully-like, the lyrics fit Rachel’s season 4-5 relationship with Finn, either missing him after their break-up in season 3 or in her denial stage of her grief

Firefly (originally by Cy Coleman) sung by Jane and Mason

-Rory and season 6 newbies on GleeXGaga? Didn’t see that coming. This would be just a silly little duet between the two, both have very strong voices so I don’t think this would be all too hard for them, in fact, I think Mason would kill this song, Jane wouldn’t be too far behind, I’m just not sure if she can sing jazz

I Won’t Dance (originally by Jerome Kern) sung by Mike and Tina in season 3

-this is peak Tike, Mike’s raspy voice would do Tony’s parts well, and Gaga’s parts surprisingly fits Tina’s range, I can totally see them tap dancing around the choir room, out of all couples I think they’re the ones who deserved more duets and singing in general, I mean, it wasn’t until this season that Mike sung in more than 5 songs

They All Laughed (originally from “Shall We Dance”) sung by Matt and Mike

-oh that’s a stretch, so, Matt Rutherford, a character that never sung in the show, why do I see him and Mike singing this? Well, first, there are videos of Dijon singing and he sounds decent enough to deserve a song on the show, second, even tho the song is a romantic duet I can see something similar to “These Boots are Made for Walkin’” from the glee project, where a song with a specific meaning got turned into a dumb-duo song, that’s what I’m going for

Lush Life (originally by Billy Strayhorn) sung by Quinn Fabray in season 1

-Quinn is a very complex character with several different layers, I think her sadness wasn’t really explored in the show, not in a serious way at least, another thing that wasn’t explored was her loneliness, especially during season 1, sure she was popular and I guess Santana and Brittany were her friends but that girl was lonely, not until Mercedes and her became besties

Sophisticated Lady (originally by Duke Ellington) sung by Noah ‘Puck’ Puckerman in season 1

-now that I’m thinking about it, Sophisticated Lady kind of goes along with Lush Life, deep inside, Puck was the one that truly knew Quinn, he loved her and always respected her, the song is kind of a POV of a secret admirer seeing his beloved from afar, knowing how she is sad and lonely, but due to respect for her, won’t come near, in Puck’s case, Quinn is expecting his kid, but he respects her and agrees with her lying about the pregnancy, even tho he wants to be present

Let's Face the Music and Dance (originally from “Follow the Fleet”) sung by Holly and Will

-this duo is fire, I already knew Matthew was a terrific singer who could play with melodies and such, but Gwyneth was a surprise, after their tango rendition of Kiss I stopped expecting anything, I knew they would surprise me, well, the surprise never happened, but perhaps this could be it, I really like Holly’s character and I wouldn’t mind if she was a co-coach to the New Directions, definitely more duets from these two would appear

But Beautiful (originally by Jimmy Van Heusen) sung by Adam, Brody, Kurt and Rachel in season 4

-I don’t have a lot to say on this one, Brochel’s duets were always above average for me, Brody has a very good range that I would like to see more of, Adam really only sang once, and his relationship with Kurt was very insignificant, so perhaps a double duet between these 4 would make me care for him

It Don’t Mean a Thing (If It Ain't Got That Swing) (originally by Duke Ellington) sung by Ryder and Unique

-Rynique my babes, what would I give to see a relationship between you two, I’m fine with a second duet tho, Unique would kill this song so hard I don’t think I would recover, Ryder could be a hit or miss tho, he has a very raspy voice that could do good here, but it’s kind of hard to be good when Unique next to you, it’s not really balanced

Bang Bang (My Baby Shot Me Down) (originally by Cher) sung by Rachel Berry in season 1

-this would be her singing about her relationship with Jesse, how he used her and ended up breaking her heart, as if he (babe) had shot her down and left her to die

On A Clear Day (You Can See Forever) (originally from “On A Clear Day You Can See Forever”) sung by Will Schuester

-this wouldn’t have any secret meaning beneath the lyrics, it would be just Mr Schue happily singing a song as old as time, maybe this could be a song where Sue would appear and just tell him he sucks or something

Bewitched, Bothered and Bewildered (originally from “Pal Joey”) sung by Mercedes Jones

-this could be either Mercedes singing about one lovely simp Sam Evans or the stud Noah Puckerman everyone says it’s using her but she knows he ain’t, she’s in love either way

The Lady's in Love with You (originally by Burton Lane) sung by Sebastian Smythe with the Warblers

-this would be simply one of those performances the warblers do whenever Blaine decides to go over there, it would be charming and somewhat endearing but nothing all to special, damn these last songs sure are hard to write about

The Lady is a Tramp (originally from “Babes in Arms”) sung by Mercedes and Puck in “Laryngitis”

-this duet is so underrated, this isn’t Mercedes best song I’ll admit but Puck sounds terrific, top 3 best songs for him, who would guess the bad boy punk-ish boy with the mohawk would be so good singing jazz

And that’s another wrap, it was a little harder thinking about characters and situations where all of this could happen but I ended up liking it a lot, next one we will go back to the standard albums with Joanne ;)

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the-birdgeoisie · 5 days ago

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Theseus' Healing Factor

A Spiderman/Deadpool/Toad/Nightcrawler Marvel Fic cross-posted from AO3 with permission (I'm the author)

Unfinished- indefinite hiatus

TW for all of fic: Awkward non-enthusiastic sex scene, depression, dark themes, general 🔞 dialogue

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Chapter 3:

Unnamed- Partial Chapter+ Hiatus

Todd hit’s the wall with a yelp, feeling his bones crash into the brick with a nauseating crack. He clenches his teeth in pain- unintentionally helpful when the bastard punches him in the mouth.

The momentum knocks him down on his side, face meeting the ground with enough force to bounce back for a moment before smashing into pavement.

He is unable to get up in time to stop the guy from stomping down on his back, rough pavement scraping and rocks snagging, tearing sensitive skin- making it alight in a burning pain.

The weight on his back is crushing, unrelenting, as the man digs his boot into the curve of Todd’s hunched spine. He gasps, trying to find the breath that was knocked out of him, but his chest won’t expand fully- pressed between pavement and boot. Instead it comes out a choked wheeze, which earns him a cruel laugh from the men hovering over him.

“Do that again, man- maybe it’ll fix him!” One of them jeers.

The man pinning him lifts his boot to stomp down again- and since Todd is fairly certain repeatedly stomping his hunch down would in no way solve the issue; he takes the opportunity to lash out his tongue, wrapping it around the guy’s leg and whipping it out away from him, causing him to topple over himself and fall to the ground, other leg giving out under him.

The other men are only stunned for a moment- quickly shaking it off and advancing towards him. Todd whips his tongue back, the wide swing stopping his aggressors from moving forward for a moment- a long enough pause for him to spit acidic bile at them, laced with the blood pooling in his mouth.

They jump back with a shout; acid hissing on the ground in front of them and burning holes in their clothes where it splashed.

Todd makes the mistake of trying to get up- a hot stabbing pain in his back and ribs causes spots in his vision, and he stumbles for a moment trying to regain his thoughts.

But as he blinks the spots away, he’s greeted with angry and sneering faces- and it was clear he would have had a better chance fending them off on the ground.

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He walked the street of decayed buildings, careful in his movements- mindful of the terrain of sinkholes and the atmosphere of unease.

Although this had been Todd’s home for quite some time now, there was no shaking the suspicious watchful eyes that followed his every move coming in and out of The Hole- and really, he didn’t blame them. The last thing anyone ‘round here needed was more trouble- and Todd seemed to attract trouble like flies;

He flicks his tongue out, catching a few of the flies circling him with a snap- they were far less of a bother (who was he to refuse a free meal?)

Todd walks with his backpack held tightly in his arms, not risking the chance of someone nabbing his only worldly possessions. And wasn’t that a sad thought? That everything he owned could fit neatly folded in a single backpack- plenty of room to spare. Not to mention that over half of it came from the Merc.

Why can’t you just stop! He scolds his thoughts for drifting back to the man.. After what happened with Lance- well. It was just for the best, he thinks, to not think of the guy unless he was actually around, being an issue. He’s only ever been nice to you- Todd’s brain not so helpfully reminds him, followed up with shut up shut up shut up everyone is terrible and evil and he’s not any better-

Todd stops, suddenly, something catching his eye; he carefully retracts his steps, new footsteps fitting neatly into old ones, walking backwards until his eyeline meets the object of interest again- a missing poster.

It’s stapled aggressively to the leaning splintered wood pole, about twenty more staples than were necessary overlapping and chewing up the paper. But it was new, he noticed- new enough to where he was sure it hadn’t been here when he left to scavenge. On it was a strange- but somewhat familiar figure; crouching down and in full costume- a spiderman costume. Except this one was a dark color, completely bathed in shadow- and the figure looked almost demonic, with pointed tail and ears…familiar three digit fingers, and yellow glowing eyes-

It was Kurt.

But it wasn’t- the image didn’t look to be a photograph, but instead some kind of comic page scanned onto the paper- he could even see the corners of other panels peeking on the ends. And strangest of all was the writing on the paper, clearly hand written in sharpie- ‘Missing- Have you seen my dog?’ followed by a phone number, and a series of crude drawings-

“What. The. Fuck.” Todd murmurs to himself, completely bewildered. Weird ass missing dog poster of his childhood cru-friend was not on his bingo card.

He blinks, slowly, but his vision doesn’t clear; the poster is unchanged.

So- he calls the number.

“You’ve reached the disembodied head of Wade Wilson, how may we direct you to your forever home in the sky?” Deadpool's voice comes through the line, doing some kind of phone operator tone. “Press one for: death by flamethrower. Press two for: death by landing-awkwardly-on-sharp-objects. Press three for-”

“Deadpool??”

There’s a pause on the other end, then sounds of movement- chaotic rustling and soft thunks as if someone was upending the room looking for something; when Deadpool (Wade? If that was actually his name?) returns, his voice is slightly muffled- the way it typically is when he wears his mask. “Deadpool speaking~”

“What the fuck did you put on my street??”

“If this is the grenade guy, you should know I wasn’t the one who put that crater there-”

“It’s Todd.” He bites, alarm turning into impatience.

“...do we know a Todd?” It didn’t sound like Wade was talking to him anymore- but there came no response from anyone else on the other line.

Todd realizes at that moment that he might have never told the man his name- but before he can clarify, Wade makes a sound of understanding. “Oh! Froggy! Did you find my dog?”

“He’s not- how would I even??? Just- what the shit, man! Where did you even get this picture? Why is he dressed like Spiderman??” Todd tears down the flier, leaving bits of paper stuck in the too-many staples. “How many of these did you put up?”

“Just one- for manifestation! I went to see you but you weren’t home- thought maybe if I mentioned Uncanny Spiderman, the author would have to put him in the story! And then you get your man back, and I get double spidey- so I scanned one of my comic books.”

“...There are comic books where Kurt is Spiderman?” He looks to the torn flier in his hands. It was a slightly uncomfortable thought- that there was some kind of fandom around Kurt, someone that seemed like a ghost to him. He sees the appeal though; Kurt really would make a good hero- someone people could trust. In a better world, Todd's sure he would have been.

In a better world, Kurt wouldn’t have been tormented and forced into hiding.

In a better world- maybe they would still be together.

Maybe, Todd could have been a hero too.

He scoffs at the thought- ain’t no world good enough for that to be an option.

Todd blinks a few times, brain circling back and making connections “Wait- did you know who Kurt was before I talked about him??”

“Whos a what now?”

“You said you scanned one of your comics- like. Something you just had already?”

“I don’t know anything until I know something- but it goes away.”

“But-”

“It’s the only way for the writers to make me break the fourth wall without being omni ponent- potent. Ominimimpus.”

“Omnipotent.” Todd says faintly, feeling lost.

“I’d have you read the comics, but I think that might break a few more walls than just the fourth one.”

Todd swallows, feeling like the world was slowly draining of color. “Right.” When he spoke, it sounded far away, a faint echo.

He knew the guy was a bit…unstable. But he probably should have been more concerned with the depths of it when they first met- it felt a bit too late to back out, now. “I’m. Hanging up now.”

He vaguely wondered how far he’d have to go before the guy gave up looking for him- hypothetically, of course.

He wouldn’t actually run.

Maybe.

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From 1-833-377-4323:

*attached file: a selfie of Deadpool with his arm around a very terrified dock worker*

Got a lead ✌️

Todd: 👍

From 1-833-377-4323: 😘😘💕

Todd: ….

Todd: 👍

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Kurt walks with his arms held tight around himself, feet dragging and tail lowly swaying back and forth in an unconscious attempt of self-soothing.

Today had just been one big mess- disaster after disaster wreaking havoc on an already gloomy day.

Kurt had been sleep deprived, tossed around, shot at, chastised, and made to feel like anything that was even slightly wrong was ultimately his fault.

He was beyond tired, sore and damaged enough to where walking around town was surely a mistake (especially when he didn’t have the energy to conceal his less than human parts) but he wanted to disappear- to claw off his own skin- he just had to get away for a while. Had to be by himself without a house full of prying eyes and questions and surveillance- needed a moment of peace before he truly lost his sense of self in the chaos.

Teleporting was out of the question, as the Professor would surely track where he had gone, and Kurt was far too worn down to trust himself not to splat into a wall regardless- but it wasn’t like he was running away!

He just…needed a minute.

Some peaceful alone time.

Everyone deserves a moment of calm now and then, don’t they?

He wasn’t doing anything wrong…he just didn’t want anyone to know where he had gone or ever find out he left for normal reasons.

Privacy and peace and normal things that a person shouldn’t get in trouble for.

And he wouldn’t

As long as no one found out…

………..

In the mellow blanket of darkness, everything felt as if a dream. Hazy, with street lights instead of stars.

Quiet, but not unsetting.

Kurt breathed in the night air in a surreal kind of calm; It felt freeing, walking down the street as himself… no hiding in shadowy corners, praying no one looked too close into the darkness-

lest they see their gaze returned with glowing eyes.

It really was peaceful out here, with no one around to harass him.

Crrrrrroak

Kurt stops at the sudden intrusion of sound, out of place in the sea of quiet city atmosphere. His tail flicks in curiosity, pointed ears alert.

He surveys the area, instinctually looking for threats and places to hide- before his eyes land on the perpetrator.

A frog, only a few feet away.

Kurt releases the breath he didn’t know he was holding, sigh laugh-lined in amusement. He forces his body to relax at the sight, but something still scrapped uncomfortably in the back of his head.

Maybe it was just from too many training sessions, too many fake outs- too many missions gone wrong. But something still felt very….off.

The frog seemed to be looking right at him, staring intensely. Can frogs stare intensely?? Maybe he was imagining it-

Crrrrrrrkk

“Ich spreche nicht in Quaken.” Kurt glares, unimpressed. “Are you trying to trap me, little Frosch?” His tail sways, agitated, as he steps closer.

Maybe this was a bit insane, getting annoyed by a frogs ‘intimidation’ (that he clearly made up in his own mind) but he has had a very bad day and anxiety was at a high; so he walks towards the frog-

Only for it to hop a foot away before stopping to stare at him once more.

Was that odd frog behavior? He remembered chasing frogs at the circus as a boy, them hoping just out of reach- surely that’s just what they did. It was only because Kurt was bothering the frog that it was acting ‘strange’.

The frogs were not trying to trap him.

Only crazy (sleep deprived) people think that way.

He takes a step back towards the sidewalk he was just on-

The frog jumps closer.

He takes a step towards the frog-

It jumps back.

No matter how he moves, the frog keeps a few feet between them- never ceasing its incessant staring.

“I give up!” Hurt exclaims, throwing his arms up in surrendering frustration. “I am tired, and sore, and I do not want to play your froggy games- but if you insist, I shall follow you to my doom.”

Crrraok

“Yes, schön für dich, I am sure you are very proud of yourself.”

The frog jumps forward then pauses, seemingly waiting for Kurt. Once Kurt has come closer, the frog hops off, confident that he will follow.

And he does.

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From 1-833-377-4323: *attached file: a photo of graffiti on a shipping container; an anthropomorphic frog in baggy clothes flipping off an anthropomorphic pig in police garb*

From 1-833-377-4323: Reminds me of u 👀🔥💯💯👉👌🖕🌈🌈🐸

Todd: ….

Todd: Check the tag dawg

From 1-833-377-4323: 😱😱

From 1-833-377-4323: *attached file: selfie of Deadpool next to the graffiti tag under the previously featured artwork; ‘Toadd’ spelled out in blocky letters*

From 1-833-377-4323: Im framing this 😻🐸🥵

Todd: ….

Todd: 👍

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The frog leads Kurt through narrow streets and sudden avenues, down empty roads and dark alleyways; and he wonders, more than a few times, whether this is an apt way to spend his time- and maybe it seemed a strange thing to do at all.

Though for Kurt, the true strange moments happened in the quiet moments of what to others was daily life, the easy mornings, the times where everything seemed just a bit too pleasant.

He had learned very quickly to never trust those moments-

Appreciate them while you can,

But never get attached.

And so peculiar creatures leading him off into the night, where he is most likely going to be in some kind of peril? That wasn’t strange; ‘that was Tuesday’ (as they say in the States).

Afterall, he had a soft spot for amphibians…

……

Kurt follows the frog into another alleyway- this time a dead end, with seemingly nothing around but trash cans and a dumpster lining its brick building walls.

As he gets further into the dark of the alley, his eyes adjust automatically. His night vision isn’t perfect, but the once pitch black darkness turns into smoky dusk- and only after can he finally take in his surroundings;

Suddenly he is acutely aware of being fully surrounded- an army of frogs filled the alley, parted down the sides as if leaving a pathway for him. They watch him on the sidelines as he slowly moves to the back of the alley, where a dumpster sits covered in more amphibians, all croaking in a way that almost sounded distressed.

“If this is a cult, you should know I am otherwise involved…” Kurt voices nervously. “Was mache ich hier?”

The croaking ceases in a somewhat eerie level of coordination, and Kurt waits in the silence for something to happen.

The silence grew.

And only then did his mind catch up to the unease.

He was debating porting away when he heard it; a small, pained groan. It sounded hollow, ghostly, until he realized that it was coming from the dumpster the frogs sat upon-

Kurt slowly made his way over, careful not to disturb any of the amphibians who were now beginning to leave, as if whatever job they had here was finished. They brought the unsuspecting victim to the froggy altar, and now it was time to resume their lives as normal.

The dumpster groaned again, an increasingly pitiful sound as he got closer- Kurt cautiously lifts the lid, mind buzzing with worry.

Had he been less drained, maybe he wouldn’t be doing this. Maybe he would have gotten help, or ignored the frog entirely, or simply gone home. Maybe he would have better thought out his actions, possibly considered the amount of trouble he was already in, and realize he did not want to add to that.

But he was drained,

And exhausted,

And simply done with everything;

And the trash sounded hurt.

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Authors Note: Thank you to everyone who took the time to read this story, Kudos, and comment. It really does mean the world to me that people were interested in what I was doing💕

I hope you stick around for future projects ^-^

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Additional Note: Annnnnd that's all folks! That's where I left this one off on AO3; if you have any interest in this story and would like me to continue, please do let me know! If not that's cool too, I'm working on other projects :]

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kumeko · 21 days ago

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A/N: For the @dayoffzine! You have no idea how hard it was for me to resist the urge to just write about Logan and all of his mentees. In the end, though, somehow Kitty took over the whole fic XD

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It was quiet on the moon. To be honest, it was always quiet in space, even when the Eternals lived on the moon or aliens travelled across the dark tracts. Yet it was especially quiet on the Blue Area of the moon, where Uatu the Watcher lived.

There was always something to watch, so Uatu had no need to look for entertainment. Whether it was an apocalypse, a world-domination plot, or even simple infighting amongst the heroes, Uatu had plenty to observe and note down.

Still, if he ever did have a desire to see something different, something new, it was easy enough to do so. While he primarily watched his designated Earth, Uatu could take a peek at other what-ifs, at the places beyond mere mortal’s view of time and space.

He could see, if he so desired, the same night across multiple universes. Such as a particular Halloween night…

-x-

Earth 10005

Logan had not known peace since he’d met Charles and joined the X-Men. Actually, if he were honest, and he was always as brutally honest as he could be, Logan hadn’t known peace since Alpha Flight. Or maybe it was even further than that—back to when he had been wandering the wilds of northern Canada or picking fights in bars for scraps of money.

Part of him was certain that if he ever regained his memory, his childhood would be the same. Some people were just born under an unlucky star and there were few unluckier than he was.

Still, all of those other situations were a walk in the park compared to now. Those fights would involve adults, and Logan knew how to take care of adults. He knew exactly when to walk away, when to show a claw, and when to give a beat down. It didn’t make for a great life, but it certainly made for a simple one.

Here in the Xavier Academy, however, all of his knowhow went out the window. Everything involved a kid.

Logan was not a man made for kids. He was barely a man made for adults.

Somehow, that didn’t stop kids from flocking to him. First it had been Rogue, randomly appearing in his truck like a bad penny. Then there was the trickster Kitty, who grew bolder and bolder with each passing day.

And now there was Jubilee, a punk who was standing between him and the fridge. Standing between him and his cold beer.

Today was Logan’s day off. There weren’t any strange emergencies. He had no kids to ‘teach’.

He didn’t have to put up with this bullshit. Logan growled, “Move, kid.”

“I’m not a kid,” Jubilee corrected, with all the authority and know-of of a 16-year-old kid. She grinned brightly. “And I won’t move until you agree.”

“Don’t say I didn’t warn ya,” Logran growled. He stepped forward threateningly. When she didn’t budge, he grabbed her firmly.

“Hey! What’re you—”

“You can be annoying over here,” he grumbled, setting the girl down on the other side of the fridge. Without waiting for a response, he yanked open the fridge door and riffled through the shelves for a beer.

“Rude. Why’re you always like this?” Jubilee snapped, stepping on his foot. She was lucky he wasn’t in the mood for a training bout. “No wonder you don’t have any friends.”

It was a stupid, petty insult. Logan got worse a dozen times a day from that ice kid, Bobby. What Rogue saw in the kid, he’d never understand. “That’s none of your business.”

It was a mistake to even reply. He realized it the second he grabbed his beer and closed the door. Now that he could see her face, Jubilee covered her mouth in mock horror, her eyes wide. “Don’t tell me you actually don’t have any friends?”

It was a stupid, petty argument, but something about Jubilee made him want to get into a stupid, petty fight. Maybe she was just that annoying. Or maybe he was just that tired. Either way, he extended a claw and roughly snapped off the lid of his beer, making sure she saw the whole thing. “Don’t think Xavier’ll care if he’s missing a brat.”

“It sounds like a threat when you say it.” Jubilee laughed, hitting him on the back. “Anyways, let’s hang out tonight.”

Logan’s instincts were sharp and honed carefully through his experiences. All of them screamed: this is a trap. He stepped away. “Not interested.”

“Come on, it’ll be just like the old times!” She tried again, bouncing in front of him. “Just the two of us on an adventure.”

“Adventure?” Logan wasn’t sure just what he’d ever done to give the kid the impression he was the ‘adventuring’ type, but he had to clear it up today. “Not interested. Never been interested. Go play with some kids.”

“Come onnnnn,” Jubilee whined, grabbing his free arm. She had to have been taking lessons from Kitty. He missed the days when Rogue refused to touch him. “It’ll be fun.”

“Fun? Oh, now I’m definitely not interested.” Logan yanked his arm free and strolled out of the kitchen.

“Wow, do you know any other words or do I need to buy you a dictionary?” Jubilee rested her hand on her hip and rolled her eyes. It was the stereotypical teenage look. Logan had gained immunity to such childish sarcasm after his third day here.

“Insulting me?” Logan chuckled, amused. He took a swig of his beer and wrinkled his nose. It was terrible shit again; some one had taken his shit again. “That’s a new tactic.”

“Look, I’ll leave you alone after,” Jubilee pleaded, clasping her hands as she dashed in front of him. “Promise.”

Now, this was actually new tactic. Logan narrowed his eyes. “For how long?”

She laughed, rubbing her neck sheepishly. “Alright, got me there. An hour?”

Logan snorted. “You’re delusional. A year.”

“A year?” Jubilee flinched. Dramatically, she laid her hand on her forehead and leaned back in a mock-swoon position. “Jeez, someone’ll get the wrong idea and think you hate me. A day?”

“It’s not the wrong idea,” he barked. “A week.”

“No wonder you don’t have any friends.” She shook her head sadly. “Two days.”

It was probably the most he’d ever get out of her. If he was lucky enough that she even kept her end of the bargain. “Fine. Deal.” Logan watched her over his bottle. “Now what?”

Jubilee pulled out an eye patch from god-knows-where. “Alright, now put this on and go dress up like Patches.”

Logan flinched. The only reason he had to tolerate this kid was because she somehow knew of his stupid attempt of a disguise. A disguise he had used years ago in Hong Kong. A terrible disguise that everyone had seen through the second they’d seen it and pretended they hadn’t.

He had been born under a very unlucky star.

“Why?” Logan glared at her, ignoring the dangling eyepatch.

“Cause we got some kids to give candy to and we’re not so boring we’d just dress up like normal, right?” Jubilee smiled innocently, as though she hadn’t surprised attacked him. “You know it’s Halloween, right?”

-x-

Earth 616

If there was one benefit to going to Xavier’s school, it was that Kitty had met a lot of people: students, professors, and everyone in between. The school’s doors were constantly revolving as people came and left, sometimes via graduation, sometimes via the morgue. In this tiny ecosystem, she’d learned life’s harshest and best truths.

Right now, she was learning yet another one: Rachel Summers and Illyana Rasputina should not be put in the same room.

Then again, maybe she should have known better. It wasn’t bad enough to have two exes in the same room (and Kitty had to thank the small amount of common sense she had not to invite Piotr too), but she also had to invite in the two with the strongest, most aggressive personalities. Any other combination of her friends could have ended with a little give and take, laughter, and everyone leaving in one piece.

Now Kitty had to worry about portals to hell and an ancient, universal power destroying everything over a popcorn feud.

Kitty sighed into her knees. She had folded herself up as small as possible as she sat on the couch, squashed between Rachel and Illyana. Knees bent, arms wrapped around her legs, she rested her chin on her knees and stared blankly at the tv. What she was watching, she had no idea, but it wasn’t enough to distract her from the cold war occurring over her head. Even without looking, she knew they were glaring at each other.

They always did. The romantic in her liked to think it was over her, the realist realized it was just the way they were built. They were magnets with the same polarity; it was impossible for them to touch.

“So.” Kitty spoke first, unable to take it any longer. She finally figured out what horror movie they were watching. “You guys liking the movie? It’s good for Halloween, right?”

Illyana turned her head slightly, assessing the movie. Kitty could feel Illyana’s bare leg brush against her thigh as Illyana shifted her position.

It was going to be very hard to concentrate on the movie if she didn’t move.

“I guess. It’s pointless,” Illyana finally said. She bent her arm on the armrest and rested her chin on her hand. “The plot’s the same.”

Rachel snorted. As usual, her voice was low and husky, giving her a mysterious air even though she was wearing an ordinary flannel top and jeans. She sounded like she could be from anywhere. “Now the princess is a critic.”

“Oh, I forgot, you like boredom,” Illyana sniped back, flipping her hair over her shoulder.

Rachel growled, “I just like safety, unlike a certain rabid dog.”

Ilyana curled her lip and sneered. “Safety or just hiding from yourself?”

They were glaring at each other. Kitty felt like she was surrounded by knives. This had been a terrible idea. For two people who looked like they’d get along on paper, they were impossible to have in the same city, let alone room in reality. Any two other people would have been a better match than this.

Hell, she would have taken Logan and Scott and their weird rivalry over this. The only good thing is that with her powers, she could sink into the basement before they accidentally murdered her.

Pulling out her phone, Kitty texted furiously. Kurt. When are you getting here?

It took two seconds for her phone to buzz as her fuzzy friend replied. Sorry. Busy.

She twitched. Kurt had known about this movie night for weeks now. He’d even promised to bring nachos. Glaring at the screen, she wrote, Liar. Get here. Now.

I like living. I’ll see you tomorrow.

He was bailing. On her. Kitty clenched the phone tightly, wishing it’d crack. Who needed friends?

-x-

Earth 11052

Rogue was nervous. Her palms were sweaty, she couldn’t keep still, and her feet were itching to just leave. The last time she’d felt like this, she’d gone to prom and almost killed a guy.

It was silly. She shouldn’t feel like this tonight. That had been a long time ago, before she’d known her powers, before she’d learned how to control her powers. Rogue had been alone then. Now, she had the X-Men on her side. Unlike then, tonight would be a normal, teenage night. Well, as much as it could be, when the world was out to kill you and your classmates were composed of your enemies.

It was funny what ‘normal’ could look like.

“Nervous?” Kurt asked, standing next to her in the floor-length mirror as he adjusted his collar. With his regulator on, he looked like an ordinary teenager and nothing like the furry elf she’d come to consider a brother.

“Don’t know why ya bother,” Rogue chided, side-stepping the question as she watched him mess with his hair now. The dorms rules were pretty relaxed, not caring who went into whose dorm room as long as it was all kid-friendly. “Ah doubt you’ll look any better.”

Kurt didn’t even flinch. Instead, he grinned and boasted, “I know, it’s hard to make the regulator match my beauty, but I do my best.”

She didn’t know how to feel about that. It’d been a long time since anyone had gotten this close to her, emotionally. Long time since anyone saw past her barbs for what they were. These days, Kurt had stopped cowering in her presence. Hell, he even sought it.

Brother. Perhaps there was something to the family crap.

Reluctantly, Rogue answered, “Ah’m not sure if ah should be comin’.”

“Well, I’m sure,” Kitty interrupted as she entered their shared bedroom. She was dressed up now, all black and leather and sleek as can be. The cat ears on her head gave away her outfit: slutty cat. “I want to go clubbing with both of you.”

Rogue glanced at Kurt and tapped her jaw. “You’re drooling.”

“I’m not!” Kurt wiped his mouth anyways.

She chuckled. It was hard to resist teasing him ever since she’d found out about his very obvious crush on Kitty. It was a miracle the lady in question had never noticed it. Turning back to the mirror, she tugged on her arm length gloves, double-checking that every part of her was covered up. “There’s a lotta people. Somethin’ could happen.”

“So? We’ll take care of it,” Kitty replied confidently, her hand reaching for Rogue’s gloved one with no hesitation. “You know what we can do. Dodging people is easy.”

“Ja.” Kurt reached for her other hand. “And I can teleport you away. We gotcha.”

It was easy to believe that, with their hands in hers, with their reflections smiling back at her.

They made her want to believe. She gripped their hands tight. “What’re we waitin’ for? Let’s go!”

-x-

Earth 982

There was unfair and then there was unfair. Mayday had fought supervillains on her way to exams, hidden from classmates to protect her identity, and even bailed on a date to keep peace. She knew all about the various degrees of bullshit the universe tossed around on a daily basis.

Seated in her living room, surrounded by her family, she had never seen a worse situation in her life. It was bad enough that she was too old to go trick-or-treating without having to deal with this. She crossed her arms and leaned back in her seat, complaining, “This is unfair.”

Across the room, her father and uncle high-fived each other before turning to her. They were old and middle-aged and still for some reason had enough baby fat on their faces that they looked like they were in their 30s. If Mayday was lucky, she won the genetic lottery and got that too.

“What’s unfair?” her father asked, plopping on the recliner.

“You two,” Mayday grumbled, shaking a fist at the pair.

Uncle Ben slouched on the couch, his posture almost identical to her father’s. He’d been born an adult; twenty years weren’t enough to change old habits. He grinned mischievously. “Do I hear a sore loser?”

“I’m not!” Mayday leaned forward, directing her death glare at her uncle. “The rest of us don’t get clones who can just read our minds. This is cheating!”

“I can’t read his mind.” Uncle Ben chuckled, covering his mouth with his hand as he tried to take the matter seriously. It didn’t help. His shoulders shook and Mayday flushed, embarrassed.

“Hey, it’s a possibility!” she defended herself. “We fight gods every Tuesday! It could happen.”

“Well, I didn’t get bitten by a radioactive psychic.” Her father, ever the jokester, pinched his brow and stared off into the distance like he was listening to a far away voice. “Yes, master, I think she fell for it.”

“Peter,” her mother chided. Any hope Mayday had of her taking it seriously was lost the second she giggled.

“You know, this is charades, right?” Uncle Ben asked, his hands moving as he talked. “If we didn’t talk or write, it’s not cheating.”

“You two don’t even have to talk!” Mayday stood up. If her mother wouldn’t do it, she’d do it herself. “You just look at each other or make a gesture and you already know what you’re going to do! It’s unfair! We’re swapping partners.”

Her mother finally calmed down. She reached for Mayday’s hand and squeezed it gently. “That’s a great idea.”

Not expecting the back up, Mayday blinked owlishly. “It is?”

“They do have an unfair advantage.” Her mom smiled beautifully, as though she were out walking the runway or giving a photo shoot. “I’ll take Ben.”

Peter, who was half-way getting up, froze. “Huh?” He jerked his head up, offended. “What?”

“He’s cuter,” her mother teased, winking at her uncle.

Ben played along, blowing a kiss back. “I got the good genes.”

Her father fell into his seat and pouted. “It’s the same genes. Which I had first.”

“What do you think, Mayday?” her mother asked, turning to her with a mischievous grin. “Who do you want to partner with?”

It was an easy question, even if her mother wasn’t making fun of her father. Without hesitation, Mayday answered, “Uncle Ben. He’s smarter and funner and nicer and—”

Her father squawked. “Mutiny! Treason! Attacked on all sides!”

-x-

The Watcher smiled, tearing his eyes away from the wonderous sights of the night. There were so many worlds to observe, so many experiences to consume. This was more than satisfying for this night. Perhaps tomorrow he’d look for more worlds, more stories, more people.

Perhaps tomorrow, he’d find an irreplaceable sight.

#marvel #logan wolverine #kitty pryde #rogue #kurt wagner #ben reilly #mayday parker #peter parker #mary jane watson #rachel summers #illyana rasputin #utau the watcher #fanfic #x men evolution #earth 616 #and then many more but I am not tagging everything

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emmy-germany · 1 year ago

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There it is, his sexy crooked smile. I think Kurt Weller never knew how handsome he is until Jane made her move with their first kiss, he didn‘t even cared about the effect he had on women. He was married to the job. Not even Allie could give him that much love and attention to make him feel complete. His whole world turned upside down when Jane Doe showed up and even more after she gained back his trust, after the ugly truth about Taylor Shaw and Sandstorm. And all of that because he fell in love with Jane and she with him. Because of his crooked smile and, you know, being hot and handsome, and caring, being open to her, being vulnerable and honest. And of course because he couldn‘t hide it when he was jealous.

#Kurt Weller #blindspot #sullivan stapleton #jeller #jane doe #jaimie alexander #jane doe x kurt weller #allie knight #all smiles #gorgeous smile #sexy as hell

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renegadesstuff · 5 months ago

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TV SHOWS' (SHIP) WEDDINGS 🤍

BLINDSPOT (2015 - 2020)

JANE DOE & KURT WELLER (JELLER)

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tvshowscouples · 1 month ago

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If you love Jane&Kurt (Blindspot) and you want reblog or like,this is the link of my reblog couples :)

thank you!

#jeller #kurt and jane #jane and kurt #jane doe #kurt weller #jaimie alexander #blindspot #kurt x jane #sullivan stapleton #team jeller #jane x kurt

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gerec · 6 months ago

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Master List of X-Men Fic Recs - Part 2

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the-birdgeoisie · 6 days ago

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Theseus' Healing Factor

A Spiderman/Deadpool/Toad/Nightcrawler Marvel Fic cross-posted from AO3 with permission (I'm the author)

Unfinished- indefinite hiatus

TW for all of fic: Awkward non-enthusiastic sex scene, depression, dark themes, general 🔞 dialogue

Summary: " He tips his head up to rest where he was just sitting, temple pressed against the others thigh. Without his mask on he can feel the warm leather there, and he tries not to think about how close in proximity he is to Wade’s arsenal.

But his Spidey-sense is quiet, and so is the city- for now.

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Drabbles from someone who has not written anything in a good nine years trying to get back into it- there's no plan, so we'll see where this ride takes us; more tags will be added as we go. "

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Authors Note:

I actually have another, more thought-out fanfic in the works about DC Batfam, but I was driving myself crazy with all the research and double checking- so I decided since I've A: never written fanfiction before and B: haven't written anything in like nine years, that I should probably take it slow and start with a trash fic first. So I'm writing this without a plan!! Which is, y'know, just a nightmare for an autistic such as myself. But we persist.

Please let me know your thoughts, it gives me motivation 💖

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Chapter 1

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Bad communication (Nightcrawler X FemReader)

Everything had gone well on the mission until Kurt's delicate landing in the Blackbird set fire to one of the abandoned barns near the mansion.

Hank was going to kill them.

Someone take away Kurt's permission to pilot ships please.

They were both trying to catch their breath. A couple of seconds more and both of them could have been trapped in the fire, but thanks to Kurt they managed to get out.

"First and last time I leave you behind the wheel Fuzzball" Y/N was leaning against the tree trying to gain posture.

"Look on the bright side, the mission was a success." Kurt's accent sounded thicker due to the lack of air. Y/N was going to say something but a crash interrupted her. The structure of the barn ended up collapsing on the remains of the Blackbird causing a loud noise.

"Let's blame Scott. He always destroys those things"

Kurt just nodded.

Y/N stood up and looked in the direction of the mansion, they were a little far away and they had no other means of transportation than walking, yes, Kurt could teleport them but the boy was exhausted so they had no choice but to walk back to home.

"Well... let's go, Azulito, there's still a long way to go" Y/N began to go down the hill, determined to get home as quickly as possible, Kurt followed closely behind her.

"What did you say? 'Azulito?' Well, my dear Y/N, how kind of you to give me a new nickname!" He smiled, appreciating the affectionate gesture.

"You needed a new nickname, and it suits you perfectly." She just shrugged her shoulders.

Kurt's heart skipped a beat at Y/N's compliment, a warm blush spreading across his cheeks. "Azulito…" he repeated, savoring the sound of his new nickname. "I must admit, it does have a rather charming ring to it." He shot Y/N a gracious smile.

"Thank you, my dear, for bestowing such a delightful moniker upon me. I shall treasure it like a precious gem."

"The pleasure is mine," Y/N responded mockingly, imitating an English accent followed by a small bow straight out of a Jane Austen movie.

Kurt couldn't help but smile at Y/N's attempt at a charming English accent. He laughed softly, completely amused.

"Ah, Y/N, you really have a talent for mimicry!" he exclaimed, playfully feigning fainting. "Your attempts at a stately English accent are quite endearing. Are you preparing to play the role of the damsel in distress, perhaps?"

"I'm not a damsel in distress Kurt, that position is yours. I always end up saving you." She winked at him.

Kurt couldn't help but burst into laughter at Y/N's spirited banter. He feigned a wounded look, placing a hand over his heart.

"Ah, Y/N, your words wound me! To be accused of being the damsel in distress, when I am clearly the suave and debonair hero of our adventures," he protested theatrically.

"I'll have you know, my dear, that I have saved your fair self more times than I can count." He smirked playfully, a glimmer of mischief in his eyes.

She squeezed his cheek lovingly "Of course you're a hero, you're my favorite hero Krut."

A soft chuckle escaped Kurt's lips, his cheeks flushed with warmth from Y/N's affectionate gesture. He leaned a bit closer, his eyes twinkling.

"And you're my favorite damsel, Y/-darling," he replied, emphasizing the newfound nickname with a charming smile. He gently reached out to tuck a lock of hair behind Y/N's ear, his touch tender and reverent. "Your beauty and bravery make me feel like the luckiest hero in all the realms."

Kurt's words made Y/N feel something strange in her heart, she felt a warmth inside her.

She always knew what to say and now it seemed like her brain had short-circuited, she couldn't answer anything and just babbled.

Kurt watched her reaction with a mixture of amusement and affection. He could tell her words had affected her deeply, and he couldn't resist teasing her further. Closing the remaining gap between them, he gently cupped Y/N's chin, his thumb gently tracing her jawline.

"Have I rendered you speechless, my lovely damsel?" he whispered teasingly, his voice dripping with warmth. "I must admit, I rather like this flustered state you've found yourself in. It's quite endearing."

How frustrating it was! She couldn't speak and now Kurt was making fun of her! That little blue goblin was going to pay for it! Without thinking, he grabbed Kurt's tail and gave it a little tug, enough to take him without warning but without hurting him.

Kurt's eyes widened with surprise as Y/N seized his tail and gave it a sudden tug. He let out a sharp squeak, caught off guard by his quick move. His expression shifted from astonishment to playful indignation, a hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. He intended to stumble, clutching at his heart as if wounded.

"Alas, a treacherous trick!" he dramatically declared, his voice laced with mock despair. "My tail has been betrayed by its own damsel in distress!"

"That happens when you make fun of me." She crossed her arms over her chest, feigning indignation while sticking out her tongue.

Kurt couldn't help but burst into laughter at Y/N's feigned indignation. He held his tail protectively, pretending to pout.

"Ah, you've wounded me, my fiery friend. Not only my tail, but my heart too!" He feigned a heartbroken expression, pressing a hand to his chest. "But I must admit, the sound of your laughter and the sight of your adorable teasing make me forgive you easily."

Y/N understood, she liked Kurt but she was too cowardly to do or say anything. So she was only content with their friendship, if that was the only way to have him close to her and to have a space in Kurt's heart.

She loved spending time with him, no matter if it meant getting into trouble or making jokes. She wasn't a fan of making jokes but Kurt loved them and she loved Kurt.

Kurt picked up on Y/N's internal conflict, sensing her unspoken emotions. He understood her feelings all too well, for he harbored a deep affection for her too. Yet, like her, he also hesitated to express his true feelings. He had his own reasons for keeping his emotions in check, fearing that revealing them might jeopardize their dear friendship.

Kurt loved the time they spent together, treasured their laughter and shared adventures. But he also yearned for more, to open his heart and voice the profound feelings that resided within. Yet he, too, was held back by a certain cowardice.

The rest of the way was silent and somewhat tortuous. Y/N wanted to hit her head, she ruined the conversation in just a second and now she didn't know how to continue the conversation, for a moment the floor looked more interesting.

Kurt's lighthearted teasing and laughter faded as he picked up on Y/N's internal turmoil. The silence that settled between them grew increasingly uncomfortable, the weight of unspoken emotions hanging heavily in the air. He glanced at Y/N, noting her distant gaze fixed on the ground.

Curiosity and concern compelled him to break the silence. "Y/N," he began softly, his voice tender and caring. "Is everything alright?"

"Eh?" She looked very distracted. "Yeah, sure, everything's fine." She gave him a small smile. "I'm just a little tired, I guess burning barns by accident is more tiring than it looks."

Kurt's concern deepened as she dismissed her feelings with a small smile. He noticed the tiredness in her eyes and the forced cheerfulness in her voice. He gently placed a hand on her shoulder, his voice soft and soothing.

"You don't look alright, my dear friend. Something seems to be troubling you." He leaned in a bit closer, his eyes filled with genuine warmth. "If there's anything you'd like to talk about, I'm here to listen. I hope you know that you can confide in me."

'Dear friend'. God how she hated that word, she didn't want to be his friend, she wanted to just be his darling! Is it too much to ask!

"Thanks Kurt, but I'm just tired" No Kurt! I'm not okay at all! But she decided to bite the inside of her cheek and continue on her way.

Kurt's eyes softened as he caught the subtle longing in Y/N's eyes, a hint of her true feelings beneath her guarded exterior. He wanted to reassure her, to tell her that she was more than just a friend to him. Yet, the words died on his lips, replaced by a warm smile.

"Alright" he finally replied, his voice tinged with a hint of unspoken affection. "If you ever feel like sharing, know that my ears and heart are always yours."

She truly wished that his heart was only for her, but it seemed like a cruel joke and Kurt didn't even notice it; those words caused her pain rather than encouraging her.

"It's not that big of a deal Kurt, that smoke is already taking effect" She laughed "Maybe a bath will take away the discomfort" she tried to calm him down and evade the situation.

As soon as they arrived at the mansion, Y/N said goodbye to Kurt and practically ran to her room without letting Kurt speak.

Kurt watched her run off to her room, his heart heavy with the unspoken words that lingered between them. He longed to tell her the truth, to reveal the depth of his affection, but as always, he hesitated. Instead, he simply nodded and watched her go.

"See you later," he murmured softly, his voice tinged with a hint of sadness and longing. With a deep sigh, he turned and made his way back to his own room.

On the way to his room Kurt ran into Rogue.

"Wow Fuzzball, what happened to you, why the sad face?"

Kurt turned his head to see Rogue approaching him with a concerned expression. He masked his disappointment and sadness with a small smile, feigning a cheerful tone.

"Oh, Rogue" he greeted her, his voice laced with a hint of forced optimism. "Sad face? Ah, it's nothing. Just tired after a long day of… hero duties." He shrugged nonchalantly, not wanting to burden her with his emotional turmoil.

"Hero duties? What are you talking about?" Rogue approached her brother "I know you very well Kurt Wagner, I know something is not right with you, come on! You know you can tell your sister anything"

Kurt's smile wavered, his facade cracking as Rogue's concern grew. He let out a weary sigh, realizing that his attempt to deceive her had failed.

"Ah, Rogue," he finally conceded. "You know me too well, sister. I… I am burdened with emotions I can't quite understand. Longing, frustration, and a deep ache in my heart. And yet, I fear to voice these feelings, for they may change everything."

Rogue invited Kurt to sit next to her. "Looks like this is going to take some time. Luckily I have all the time in the world for you, Sugar. Come on, tell me what's bothering you."

Kurt complied, taking a seat next to Rogue. He took a deep breath, releasing a weary sigh.

"It's Y/N," he confessed softly. "I find myself deeply in love with her. The warmth of her laughter, the brightness of her smile, it all fills my heart with a longing I cannot deny." He paused, a flicker of fear crossing his features. "But I hesitate to reveal my feelings, fearing the potential consequences on our friendship."

Rogue couldn't hide her happiness and jumped off the couch "Y/N! You like her!? I knew it!"

Kurt's eyes widened in surprise, a mixture of amusement and unease at Rogue's enthusiastic reaction.

"Ah, sister, please control yourself!" He tried to feign a stern tone, though a soft laugh escaped his lips. "But yes, I find myself enamored with Y/N's charm, her kindness, her everything. However, admitting these feelings feels both exciting and terrifying."

His sister approached and took him by the shoulders, practically moving him almost like a rag doll. "She has to know, brother, why haven't you told her?"

Kurt allowed himself to be moved around by his sister, a sheepish smile on his face.

"Well…" he began, his voice soft and pensive. "I've been hesitant, unsure of how she might react. I cherish our friendship above all, and I fear that expressing my feelings might disrupt the delicate balance between us. The thought of jeopardizing what we have is… daunting."

"Are you kidding?! Kurt, she loves you!" Rogue was definitely into this "Everyone knows, she's dying for you!

"That's true," Gambit's voice sounded from the hallway. "Come on man, you have to tell her."

Kurt couldn't help but chuckle at Gambit's interjection, though his eyes widened at Rogue's revelation.

"Everyone knows?" he echoed softly, a flicker of hope mingling with disbelief. "Could it be that Y/N returns my affection? The idea makes my heart swell."

He took a deep breath, his gaze lingering on Gambit's knowing expression. "Perhaps you two are right. I must find the courage to express my feelings to Y/N. But…" A hint of hesitation clouded his eyes.

"No buts" Gambit approached Kurt putting his arm over his shoulder "If you want to have the lady you will have to overcome your fear, do you want her to end up in someone else's arms?"

Kurt's expression darkened at the thought of Y/N being with someone else. A surge of possessive protectiveness welled within him.

"No, I do not," he replied firmly. "I cannot bear the thought of her being with another. I must find the courage to tell her how I feel."

He straightened his shoulders, a newfound determination in his eyes.

His brother-in-law gave him a few small pats on the chest. "Well said, now go get her tiger."

"Do you know where she is now Kurt?" Rogue's voice stopped them "You'll need a plan"

Kurt pondered Rogue's question for a moment. "I believe Y/N went to wash up in her room. She seemed tired and overwhelmed, but I couldn't quite discern the cause of her affliction." He scratched his chin thoughtfully. "Perhaps I should take some time to prepare, gather my thoughts and emotions, before I confront her. After all, I want every word to be perfect when I finally confess my feelings to her."

"We'll help you," Gambit offered. "You'll learn from the best teacher."

Rogue punched him in the stomach jokingly.

"I don't think you're the best one for that Sugar, why don't you let me talk to Y/N? We're friends, I can get information about you Kurt"

Kurt grinned at the playful exchange between Gambit and Rogue, appreciating their willingness to help. "Ah, my dear sister, your support means the world to me," he thanked them with a chuckle. "Gambit, while I appreciate the offer to learn from the 'best teacher', I believe that Rogue is the perfect person to gather information about Y/N. Your friendship with her will make it easier, and your understanding of women's hearts is unparalleled."

"Leave it to me, is there anything I should ask specifically?"

Kurt considered the question for a moment, his expression warm.

"First and foremost, find out whether Y/N harbors affections for me. Then, if she does indeed reciprocate my feelings, I want to know how deeply this affection runs, if she would consider a romantic relationship with me." He took a steadying breath, adding with a hopeful gleam in his eyes, "And if she does love me, inquire about her favorite flowers and romantic gestures. I wish to make my declaration of love truly unforgettable."

"Noted" Rogue got up from the chair as she walked out into the hallway "I'm going to go see Y/N, in the meantime you should calm down Kurt, you look worse than a nervous Chihuhua. Everything is going to be fine you'll see. Who knows, maybe Y/N will soon become a my sister in law"

Kurt chuckled softly at Rogue's playful remarks as she left to go find Y/N. He leaned back on the couch, taking a moment to steady his nerves.

"Perhaps she is not far away from the truth," he murmured under his breath, a flicker of anticipation and excitement stirring within him. He couldn't help but hope that Rogue's words would come true, that Y/N would someday become a part of his family. And he was determined to do everything in his power to make it happen.

Rogue arrived at Y/N's room and knocked on the door hoping that she would be in the room, otherwise she would have to look for her in every corner of the mansion.

"Rogue? What happened?" Y/N opened the door, Kurt was indeed right, she had just gotten out of the shower.

"Nothing, I just wanted to talk to you for a while. You know, a girls' night."

"Sounds good" Y/N said with a smile and giving her friend space to enter.

As Rogue entered Y/N's room, a mischievous grin played on her lips. She took in Y/N's appearance, noting the fresh scent of soap clinging to her friend's skin and the way her damp hair clung to her neck.

"Ah, it seems my timing was impeccable," Rogue remarked with a chuckle, closing the door behind her. She took a seat on the edge of Y/N's bed, stretching her legs out comfortably.

"Yes, it's been a while since we've had an afternoon together." Cenitt fell onto her bed next to Rogue. "How have you been? How have things been between you and Gambit?"

Rogue's smile widened knowingly as she reclined on Cenitt's bed. Her friendship with her friend allowed her to feel truly comfortable.

"Ah, Gambit and I are doing just fine," she replied, a spark of mischief in her eyes. "But let's leave aside the talk of my love life for now. I'm more interested in yours, Sugar."

"Mine?" Y/N lifted her upper body carrying her weight on her elbows. She could notice Rogue's mischievous look.

Rogue nodded, her eyes twinkling with intrigue.

"Indeed, yours. I'm curious to know what's been happening in the romantic realm of your life."

She leaned closer, her smirk widening. "Has a certain blue, furry mutant piqued your interest lately?"

"You speak of Beast?" Y/N was pretending not to know what Rogue was talking about. "Don't get me wrong, but don't you think Hank is a little too old for me?" she was trying not to laugh

Rogue chuckled at her friend's attempt to play coy.

"You know very well, Sugar, that Hank is not the object of my curiosity," she teased, her eyes gleaming. "I was referring to a certain mutant with a tail and a penchant for teleporting. A certain Nightcrawler, perhaps?"

"I've never heard of him. Is he new?" She was definitely playing with Rogue, trying to evade reality. She slowly get out of bed with clear intentions to flee.

As Y/N attempted to make her escape, Rogue's reflexes were quick. She darted forward, gently tugging her back onto the bed.

"Oh no, you're not escaping that easily, my dear friend," she teased, pinning Y/N down with a soft but firm hold. "We're going to talk about Kurt and your feelings for him."

Y/N ended up under Rogue, she held her without moving on the mattress "I have nothing to say, you won't make me talk" she tried to squirm.

Rogue kept Y/N pinned with a mischievous grin. "Oh, come now," she teased, her grip tightening. "You don't think I don't know how you look at him? The way your eyes light up whenever he enters the room. The way your breath catches in your throat when he smiles at you. You can fool others, but you can't fool me."

"Am I really that obvious when I see him?"

Rogue nodded, a knowing smirk on her lips.

"Oh Sugar, your feelings for Kurt are written all over your face. It's impossible to miss the way you look at him. Your eyes follow his every move, and your heart skips a beat when he's near."

She released her grip, allowing Y/N to sit up as she continued speaking. "But the real question is, does he know how you feel? Does he know the depth of your affection?"

Y/N looked at Rogue sadly "No, he doesn't know" her voice sounded very sad and almost like a sigh.

Rogue's expression softened at Y/N's answer. "Ah, why haven't you told him how you feel?" she gently asked, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. "It's clear to me that your affection for Kurt is genuine. Why the hesitation?"

"Because your brother doesn't love me, at least not that way. I've seen how Kurt treats other people and believe me, there isn't much difference in how he looks at me and how he looks at the rest of the team." She sat up, leaning her back against the headboard while hugging her knees. "He doesn't love me. Rogue."

Rogue gently shook her head, a sympathetic smile playing on her lips. "Sugar, you couldn't be more wrong," she said softly, putting her arm around Y/N in a comforting but firm hold. "Kurt's affection for you is different. There's a warmth, a depth of feeling that he doesn't show towards others. He may not have expressed it yet, but he loves you. I can see it and I know it."

"You're only saying that because you're my friend Rogue, Kurt likes pretty girls like Amanda or Wanda, not simple girls like me. He deserves to be with someone like them."

Rogue's expression turned firm yet compassionate. She gently turned Y/N to face her, holding her friend's gaze earnestly.

"Listen to me, Y/N. You are not 'simple'. You're intelligent, kind, beautiful in your own way. Don't underestimate yourself or underestimate Kurt's capacity to see the beauty within you. And trust me, he does see it. I wouldn't lie to you about something like this."

"How do you know? How do you know he's not lying?" Y/N looked at her eagerly awaiting her response.

Rogue met Y/N's eyes with a steady, sincere expression.

"Because I've seen the way Kurt looks at you when he thinks no one is watching. There's a depth to his gaze, a longing in his expression that he simply can't fake. When he gazes at you, his eyes light up as if he's looking at a treasure he can't quite touch. I've never seen him look at anyone the way he looks at you."

"So… do you think I have a chance?" The color seemed to return to Y/N's face. "Do you think Kurt wants to be with me?"

Rogue chuckled softly, a mixture of amusement and affection in her voice. "Sugar, if there's one thing I know for certain, it's that Kurt Wagner would be a fool not to want to be with you. You have a chance, and not just any chance - a great one. Trust me, he's just struggling with his own insecurities, but deep down, he feels the same for you."

"And what should I do?" At one point she felt like she was going to hyperventilate. "What if I tell him and ruin it? You know I get very nervous being with him."

She thought for a moment before agreeing with Rogue. "Yes, you're right. I'm going to tell him." She got up from the bed and walked out the door, leaving Rogue confused by the change in attitude.

Not two seconds passed when Y/N came back through the door.

"I better tell him later"

Rogue got up from the bed and grabbed her by the shoulders. "No, no way. You'll go right now and tell him what you feel." She turned her around as he pushed her toward the door. "The both of you are like a pair of love-struck teenagers."

"Well, tell me what he likes. You're his sister, you know what he likes." Y/N began pacing back and forth in front of her. "Maybe I can prepare his favorite food."

Rogue rubbed her chin thoughtfully, a smirk playing on her lips. "Ah, Kurt has a weakness for good food. He does have a sweet tooth, and anything involving chocolate usually puts a smile on his face." She chuckled softly, then added with a mischievous glint in her eyes, "And speaking of things that make him smile... don't forget, he's a gentleman at heart. Acts of kindness and thoughtfulness mean a lot to him, especially from those he cares about. Just remember, my friend, be yourself, be genuine."

"I'll make Kurt a chocolate cake, maybe I can get a German recipe." Y/N took out his cell phone and started searching for recipes on the internet. "I can get the ingredients and maybe write him a letter. And, Since you're so interested in my romantic life, are you going to help me with the cake" Y/N took Rogue by the hand and together they left the room laughing on their way to the kitchen without seeing that Gambit and Kurt were behind them.

Rogue shared a secret smile with Y/N as they made their way to the kitchen. She had no idea of the duo following behind them. As they entered the kitchen, Kurt and Gambit silently crept closer, their curiosity piqued.

Gambit whispered to Kurt, who seemed on the verge of panicking. "Easy there, mon ami," he said, trying to maintain his cool composure. "Rogue and Y/N don't know we're here. Let's just see what happens, alright?"

Y/N was finishing measuring the flour when someone entered the kitchen and greeted the two girls. He was the new boy, he had not long arrived at the mansion, he began to talk to the girls, paying special attention to Y/N.

"Oh that's not good" Gambit said quietly turning to look at Kurt.

Kurt's eyes widened as he watched the newcomer's attention on Y/N He glanced over at Gambit, a mixture of anger and jealousy evident in his expression.

"No, it's not good," he hissed through clenched teeth. "I know that look. He's eyeing Y/N!"

Y/N didn't realize the boy's intentions and was just being nice to him. She was more interested in the cake for Kurt but Rogue was beginning to doubt the boy's actions. At one point the boy was very close to Y/N.

As the boy came closer to Y/N and leaned in an all too familiar way, Rogue's protective instincts kicked in, her eyes narrowing.

"Hey, buddy, you're getting a bit too close to my friend there," she interjected, her voice tinged with warning. "Maybe dial back the charm a bit."

Rogue's response calmed Kurt but left Y/N confused. "Come on Rogue, he is just being nice, right?" She looked the boy straight in the eyes.

The newcomer, emboldened by Y/N's naive response, smirked and leaned even closer, his intentions becoming quite clear.

"Nah, Rogue's just jealous of our chemistry," he said, his tone oozing with false confidence. "We have a connection, don't we, sweetheart?" He reached out to touch Y/N's hand.

Y/N tensed when she felt the boy's hand on her and it was worse when he pulled her to his side.

and Kurt didn't like that

"Okay, enough. Hit him." Gambit moved from the door, letting Kurt pass.

Kurt, filled with a mix of protectiveness and anger, stormed into the kitchen without hesitation. His gaze landed on the newcomer, and before anyone could utter a word, Kurt's fist flew straight into the boy's face, sending him stumbling back.

"Hands off," Kurt growled, "Y/N is not a toy for you to play with."

"Kurt!" Y/N expected anything but this, she had never seen Kurt so upset, but it didn't stop her from moving away from the boy.

Kurt's eyes met Y/N's, the intensity of his gaze softened as he realized his reaction might have startled her. He took a deep breath, trying to compose himself.

"I'm sorry, Y/N," he muttered, his voice laced with a mix of frustration and regret. "I couldn't stand the thought of that guy touching you or disrespecting you. I acted before I thought."

"Don't worry Kurt, I'm fine" Y/N gave him a small smile to reassure him "Your hand…" She reached out to take his hand in hers but she was shaking.

"I think it's better that we go somewhere else" Rogue was upset.

Kurt's expression softened at Y/N's concern for his hand. He glanced down at his bruised knuckles, a small grimace on his face.

"It's alright, Y/N. Just a bit of bruising," he muttered, his tone a mix of annoyance and resignation.

As Rogue spoke up, Kurt turned his attention to her. Recognizing the tension in her voice, he nodded in agreement.

"Yes, let's leave this place."

Everyone left the kitchen in silence, they chose to go to one of the rooms on the second floor, at that time there was no one in that part. All the way Kurt didn't let go of Y/Ns hand. Once they arrived, Rogue went to the bathroom to look for a first aid kit.

"You have blood on your hand Kurt." Y/N caressed her knuckles.

As Y/N gently caressed his knuckles, Kurt couldn't help but cringe slightly at the sight of the blood.

"Oh, don't worry about that," he muttered, a hint of pain in his voice. "It's nothing serious. These hands have been through worse. A little blood doesn't phase me."

Despite his dismissive words, Kurt secretly appreciated Y/N's concern for his injury.

Y/N took the first aid kit that Rogue brought "Can I?"

I take out a couple of gauze and bandages.

Kurt was going to refuse but out of the corner of his eye he saw Gambit moving for him to accept the offer, giving him a thumbs up.

"This is your chance" Gambit was trying to tell him, Rogue understood what Gambit was implying and followed Gambit's plan.

"We'll go make sure we haven't gotten into trouble."

Kurt hesitated for a moment, feeling slightly self-conscious about the attention. However, taking a deep breath, he decided to accept Y/N's offer. "Well, fine… If you insist," he said with a hint of reluctance, trying to sound indifferent. As he extended his injured hand towards Y/N, he shot a subtle glance at Gambit and Rogue, silently acknowledging their plan.

"Tell me if it hurts." Y/N began to carefully clean Kurt's hand. "Thank you... Kurt"

Kurt watched quietly as Y/N tended to his injured hand with gentle care. He winced slightly as the cloth touched the wounded area, but a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips. "It's alright," he muttered softly. "I've suffered worse. Besides, I would do it again to keep you away from that disrespectful fool."

"I'm not going to lie to you, that boy scared me a little. I didn't think he would try something like that."

Y/N was finishing cleaning the wound "But I guess I have the best hero on my side"

Kurt smiled slightly at Y/N's words, feeling a mixture of pride and humility in his heart. He could feel a tinge of blush on his cheeks, but he tried to suppress it, keeping a composed expression on his face.

"Ah, you flatter me too much, my dear friend," he replied with a hint of humility. "I'm just doing what any true friend would do. Protecting you from those who don't deserve your kindness."

Y/N couldn't help but feel a pain in her heart when she heard Kurt call her friend. Rogue was wrong, Kurt was just being nice to her.

"Yes… It's good that you're my friend" She said, turning to look at his bandaged hand.

As Y/N grew silent and tears threatened to spill from her eyes, Kurt gently reached out to cup her chin, tilting her face gently to look at him. His gaze held a deep affection and sincerity as he spoke softly.

"Y/N, please don't feel like you have to say anything. I just wanted you to know that my feelings for you run deeper than mere friendship." He spoke with a gentle vulnerability, his words holding a genuine love for her.

"Please stop" Her voice sounded so broken

"Don't play with my feelings Kurt."

Kurt's heart sank as he heard Y/Ns broken voice, her pain evident in her pleading words. "No, no, Y/N." He rushed to reassure her, pulling her into a gentle embrace, "I would never play with your feelings. You mean too much to me for that. My words come from the deepest depths of my heart. I care for you deeply, and my love for you is -"

Y/N looked at Kurt interrupting him "I like you Kurt"

Kurt's heart leaped in his chest as Y/N confessed her feelings for him.

He gently brushed away her tears with his bandaged hand, a tender smile on his face.

"Y/N," he whispered softly, "I feel the same way. My heart has known for a while, and now my mind understands it too. I like you, Y/N… No, it's more than 'like.' "I love you."

"I love you too..." She hugged him "Why you never said anything?"

Kurt wrapped his arms around Y/N, encircling her in a tight hug. As he held her close, he let out a soft chuckle. "I suppose... I was afraid." He admitted quietly, his voice tinged with a mix of vulnerability and contentment. "Afraid of ruining the friendship we had, and of jeopardizing something so precious. But... I can no longer deny the depth of my feelings for you. It's become too powerful to ignore."

"We both think the same thing, I liked you from the first day I met you but I was very afraid to get close and when you offered me your friendship I knew that I didn't want to be far from you, I accepted it but I always wanted to be something more"

Kurt listened intently to Y/Ns words, his heart swelling with a mix of joy and regret. He gently cupped her face between his hands, his touch both tender and filled with passion. "We were both fools," he whispered, a hint of self-deprecation mingling with his affection. "All this time, we've been yearning for something that was right in front of us. But now... now that we've confessed our love, we can finally make up for lost time."

"I would love that" She looked at him lovingly and rested her head on his shoulder.

Kurt's eyes sparkled with affection as Y/N rested her head on his shoulder. Softly wrapping his arm around her, he gently squeezed her closer, relishing the closeness they now shared. "Then it's settled," he whispered, his voice filled with adoration. "From now on, we'll cherish every moment we spend together. No more hiding our feelings or fearing what could have been. We'll love each other openly and passionately, just the way it was always meant to be."

"I told you they ended up together" "We already know that, everyone in the mansion knew it except them" Gambit and Rogue were leaning against the door listening to the conversation between Kurt and Y/N

Kurt's cheeks flushed a deep shade of crimson as he heard Gambit's teasing remark. He had completely forgotten that they were listening in on their heartfelt confessions. With a sheepish grin, Kurt turned his head towards the door, locking eyes with Gambit and Rogue. "Oh, come on," he groaned, a mix of embarrassment and amusement in his voice. "You didn't have to eavesdrop on our private moment, you two."

Gambit chuckled, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. "Well, what can I say? We couldn't resist witnessing this long-overdue romance unfold." He shared a knowing glance with Rogue, both of them smiling at Kurt and Y/N's newfound relationship.

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