HII :) could I request something with Kurt where him and reader have a park date and after they just sit in the grass together?
No worries if you can't, and take your time!
Trigger warnings: none really lol
7pm, Aberdeen, Washington. October 1986.
You were 18 and a high school dropout. You met your boyfriend, Kurt in the library. He was in a grade above you. You were friends, but when you left school you cut contact. It was only just recently at a local punk gig where you both met up again, and went from platonic to romantic. He often spends his time either at his job as a janitor at his old school, or at his home, creating songs with his guitar on his tape recorder for his band, Pen Cap Chew, or making some surreal art.
You both are taking a walk round the local park after having lunch at a diner, the skies cloudy, painted a dusky blue. Not really talking much, thereâs nothing to really talk about.
Youâre shivering in the cold breeze, regretting not bringing a jacket. Looking down at the old path. You feel a warm fabric on your shoulders, you turn your head to see Kurt putting his baggy denim jacket on you. It was cold on the outside but warm on the inside.
âhere, thought you needed it..â -Kurt softly looks back at your face.
âthanksâ -you reply, looking back forward, putting your arms in the jacket.
âwhy didnât you wear a coat?â -He asks, putting his hands in his jean pockets, continuing to walk besides you.
âit was sunny a few hours ago. i didnât think it would be this cold.â -you reply, feeling the warmth of his jacket.
âprobably cause youâre used to that log fire at home.â -he scoffs.
âcâmon you love my houseâ -you softly laugh.
ânicer than mineâ -he canât help but laugh a bit too, his cute, boyish grin forming on his face.
ânah yours is just as good, your bedroom wallpaperâs bitchinââ -you look back at the ground.
âyeah, bitchinââ -he looks over at you, noticing you looking at the ground, he wraps his arm around your waist and gently pulls you right next to him as you walk, then looking away.
âwhy are you always so careful?â -you ask, looking at him.
âwhat do you mean?â -he looks back at you.
âyouâre wayyy too gentle man.â
âeasy. cause i donât wanna hurt you, love.â -he looks back in front of him.
you canât help but smile at the nickname. he hates those cheesy nicknames, but he really does love you.
âi know, but youâre always likeâŠâ
He looks back at you with a raised eyebrow, waiting for you to continue.
âeverytime you touch me itâs really light, like youâre trying to sew without prodding yourself with the needle.â
ânice describing. hum- yeah. i just donât wanna hurt you..make you uncomfortable, thatâs all.â- he nods.
âshut upâ -he rolls his eyes with a small chuckle.
âCan we sit..? My legs hurt a bitâ -you ask, gesturing to the grass next to a tree.
âof course you donât need to ask..â -he nods and takes your cold hand, instantly warming it up while he guides you to the grass.
You rest the right side of your head on his shoulder.
âdamn youâre cold..â -he adds.
âi know..why arenât you?â
âi dunnoâŠitâs a thing. iâm cold when itâs hot, and iâm hot when itâs cold.â -Kurtâs sharp blue eyes look up at the tall trees surrounding the gates of the park.
âvampireâ -you mutter.
âshut uppâ -he cracks out a chuckle and ruffles your hair. You could hear the smile in his voice.
âhey!â -you gently push his hands away, laughing.
âcalm down dinosaur handsâ -He continues laughing and takes your hand again.
âyou quit that.â -you point at him, giggling.
âahh..â -his laugh trails off with a sigh.
You both sit next to the tree. The grass is pretty cold too.
âyou seem like one.. whenever I try to give you a call at three in the afternoon you never pick up..â -you continue.
âprobably cause teenagers need a hell lot of sleep, y/nâ
âKurt youâre 19â -you giggle and look at him.
âhuh, so what? iâm a late teenager, people like to say.â -Kurt grins at you, his blue eyes lightened up. You could look into them for hours.
âiâll let you offâ -you look up at the sky and see a cloud shaped almost like a gorilla.
âwhat, love?â -Kurt tilts his head.
âlook at the sky..â -you point at the clouds.
He looks up at the clouds.
âI donât see the appeal.â -Kurt narrows his eyes before plopping down next to you, laying down on his back on the grass. You do the same.
âthat one..right there.â -you point at the cloud which looks like a gorilla.
Kurt now can see it, and he sees the lopsided shape of it. He immediately bursts into laughter.
âwhat?â -you look over at him planting his face in his palms and rubbing his eyes.
âit looks more like a Mrs âBig Belliedâ Bakerâ -he giggles.
âpfff..â -you cover your mouth with your hand, laughing quietly under it as he laughs again.
ânot her bro..she was niceâ
âqueen of handing out detentions to meâ -he replies, taking his hands off his face and grinning again.
âwhy did she have the belly on her though? was she always pregnant or fat?â -you ask, serious for a moment.
He laughs again, harder this time at your seriousness.
âgenuinely..â -you add, trying not to laugh again with a small grin slowly curling on your lips.
âher first name was Julie..Iâd call her Jelly Belly Julie if I was still there..â -he admits with a short giggle.
âand yes, it was the fatness, maybe she ate too much Jelly Bellies she turned into one herselfâ -he adds, but laughs again, with you this time.
âoh god..youâre cruel..â -you shake your head as the laugh wears off.
âto be fair i might even make a drawing of thatâ -he looks at you.
âsmart thinking.â -you respond, looking back at the clouds.
Itâs pretty silent for a moment, apart from the chirping of birds on their way to their homes for the night, and the distant sound of cars driving past the park.
âhey look at that one..it kind of looks like a flower..â -he points at a cloud which âresembles a flowerâ
Your eyes dart to every cloud you could see, and you finally find where heâs pointing. It doesnât even look like a flower.
âyou doofus that doesnât even-â -you proceed to say, but he cuts you off by gently but firmly placing one hand over your mouth and one hand over your eyes.
âkuuurrtt what are you doing?â -your voice is muffled through his warm hand. You know heâs probably doing something funny.
He takes his hand off your eyes and mouth. When you look at him, heâs holding a few daisies in his hand, out to you.
âYou didnât need to..â -you shake your head, smiling at the flowers.
âI dunno, you deserve it, love..â -he scratches the back of his neck while the other hand it still offering you the hand-picked bouquet.
You gently take the flowers and tuck one daisy behind your left ear.
âSo pretty man..how did I find you..â -he mutters, gazing at you with his pupils dilated.