BAND ONESHOTS {haitus or something}

🌈🖤Kurt \\ Dysphoria

((This is a closet Trans(female to Male) reader X bisexual Kurt because anyone who dares raise a finger can ✨fuck off✨))

((Also scroll to the bottom if you can't think of Male to Female names))

Another day of hearing your family shout about how 'Gay people are Gay because it's trendy' and how 'Those Transsexuals are mentally disabled' right in front of little old you getting comfortable in that closet of yours had at least pissed you off. Your family weren't religious, just... confused.

They didn't even care to socialise with you anymore, they didn't care that you locked yourself in your room for 8 hours a day doing 'homework'. Except when you decided you'd taken enough shit for the day, you carefully climbed out of the window and ran off to your best (and only) friend, Kurt's.

He lived with his Dad, who wasn't particularly a saint but he didn't give a crap about whatever didn't affect him.

So like many, MANY other times, you placed your hands on the windowsill, turned around, and lowered yourself down. In the freezing November cold, you pretty much ran to Kurt's house, feeling the tears running down your face freeze. It was dark, cold, wet, and dangerous. But you didn't care. You needed to get to Kurt as fast as you could.

Running round the corner of his street, you dash to the small, slightly unkept looking house that you'd seen a lot more of then you should've. Approaching the humble house, you decide it's best to go in through Kurt's window instead of interrupting Don in the state you were in.

Stepping through the damp grass at the side of the house made your toes slightly wet, as your trainers were old and cheap. Barely stumbling, You hurriedly tapped on a grimy window with dull curtains shut, emitting no light from the inside.

As he slowly pulls the curtains apart, you see Kurt's expression go from tired, to happy, to worried, at noticing the tears fall from your eyes. Saving your arse from freezing off, he quickly opens the window widely and gives you a hand inside, sitting you on his bed.

"Y/n, what the fuck happened?"

Kurt said, concern eating at his thoughts. He closed the window and took a seat next to you on the bed that was barely more then just a mattress, as you take a moment to calm down and take in your surroundings.

A locked door full of stickers with an off-looking light switch, making the room dark, but bright enough to see the details like the posters and mess on the floor, tangled with various cables obviously for the blue strattocaster neatly placed in a stand in the corner. It was scuffed and also covered in stickers, in closer inspection, it was obviously not a real strat. Scribbled drawings on worn paper were stuck on the wall, which itself was a dull cream colour. Everything about Kurt comforted you, so once you somewhat regulated your breathing, you looked up at him and replied

"Why can't they just accept people?"

You said, trying not to burst into tears again. Kurt moved closer to you, now touching, and wrapped one arm around your far shoulder, gently rubbing your arm. After a minute of silence filled with your sniffles, he wiped a tear from your cheek and said in a soothing tone

"It was your family, wasn't it?"

You nodded and leaned onto his shoulder more. You had only just recently figured out about your troubles with gender, but had decided not to drop that on Kurt yet, but right now all you wanted was for Kurt to know absolutely everything, because you knew he'd understand.

"Kurt,"

You sniffled, having his complete attention

"I want to be a boy"

You sobbed more, completely leaning on him now. His touch was warm, as he continued to comfort you

"Hey..."

He said, barely above a whisper

"The ancient Greeks believed that Apollo got drunk once and gave a bunch of people the wrong gender, did you know that?"

You shuck your head, a small smile appearing.

"All I wanted to know was that someone accepted me"

"Hey, people 2,000 years ago accepted it and they fuckin made people murder each other for entertainment!"

You giggled and felt your muscles release the tension built up inside them. You sigh, at ease, and in just about the most soothing voice you'd ever heard, Kurt adds

"...stay here tonight, your house is a transphobe magnet, man... and tomorrow we can go out and buy some less parent-supervised clothes, does that sound good?"

You quietly reply

"The best... you are the definition of 'good person', you know that?..."

"Well then lemme be a good person and go get an air mattress to sl-"

As he tried to stand up, you pull him back down into a hug

"Don't even think about moving."

"Hahah, whatever you say... ow- you're hurting my back..."

You loosen your grip and Kurt falls backwards into the bed. He repositions himself to lay on the bed, and you snuggle up to him like a cat. You fully embraced the warm comfort of the moment, and you were already off to the land of nod.

(HAHA, hit you with TO BE CONTINUED)

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((Carol>Carter, Rebecca>Robert, Ellen>Eliot, Elizabeth>Arthur, Chantelle>Charlie, Alice>Alex, Jane>Jim, Sally>Sean, Martha>Mark, Sydney>Sidious(Sid), Linda>Lee, Ella>Eli, Bella>Bill, Diane>Dave, Anne>Alan, Ruby>Russel, Julie>James))

So I don't wanna go ahead and unpack all my baggage on you guys because I know your just horny for dudes with guitars(same tho) but

✨🌈🏳️‍🌈✨Surprise, I'm trans🌈✨🏳️‍🌈

And that first paragraph? Yeah. That's my situation right now. And those quotes in the first sentence? Mum you better not sue me for stealing from you

kind of my comfort chapter now because I mean I literally just stole my crappy life problems and shoved a hawt dood in there

Sheeet these were supposed to be oneshots but there all turning into two part thingys- anyway, see you in the next ONESHOT(looking at you future me) Reader Dearest.

Update: guess what more ✨juice✨ my mum got? "We should be able to publicly shame men with eyeliner and men with skinny jeans" AND "Transgenders shouldn't be allowed to have jobs because they're not real people" HAH 😀🔫