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huntingingoodwill · 1 year

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paradise // paralysed (k.k.)

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send in asks for my 1.3k sleepover 💕

pairing: yan! kurt kunkle x (hints of mean!) reader

“Kurt, come pick me up.” You mumbled into the receiver, voice raspy with exhaustion. You pressed your temple against the graffitied wall of the phonebooth, heavy eyelids falling shut. You fingered the ridges of the metal cord that spiralled out of the weighty phone.

“I can’t do that, babe… I’m in the middle of a ride.” He fumbled through his excuse, glancing nervously at the rear-view mirror, his last rider’s limp body curled in the backseat.

He looked out the windshield, watching you stand in the glow of a streetlight. With his headlights off, shrouded in the darkness of the alley across the street, you hadn’t even noticed him as he watched you leave work, rummaging through your pockets for some change before slotting the coins, one-by-one, into the payphone. His heart pounded as his phone rang after you dialled. You were thinking of him. He was the first one you called. You loved him back.

“Pick me up, Kurt.” You bit out through gritted teeth.

He had only intended to sit outside your work for a half an hour before heading to the junkyard to dispose of the body, hoping he’d catch a glance of you through the window, or get to watch you have a smoke break. He wasn’t expecting you to call him. He couldn’t pass up on it, though. He was lucky you wanted him.

“...Okay.” He whispered, conceding almost immediately. “Ten minutes.”

He circled around the car, flashing a smile to the backseat cameras before shoving the leaden body out of the car, positioning it behind a dumpster, under cover of darkness.

He kept the headlights off, the car just a silhouette as he circled the block, only flicking them back on as he approached you to make it look like he had just arrived.

“You’re lucky I was in the area!” His voice was cheery enough to give you a headache. You slumped into the passenger seat, eyes screwed shut, not responding to him as he fell quiet, eyes running over your profile. He leaned over to fasten your seatbelt before starting the car.

You sighed, eyes fluttering open as you reached out your hand, finger lazily turning on his radio. You flipped to the oldies channel, the saccharine vocals of an 80s pop song blaring to life through the speakers, bright, lively synth cutting through the silence.

He turned the music off.

You glared at him, reaching out for the radio dial to turn it back on.

“Babe, c’mon…” He said, taking your hand before it could reach the stereo. He tried to lace his fingers with yours, but you wriggled out of his grasp, annoyed. “The fans don’t like this kind of music.”

Your eyes flew open.

“The fans?”

“Y-yeah.”

“You didn’t turn them off? Seriously?” You asked, reaching out toward the camera in front of you. You knew he streamed, but you thought he’d at least have the decency to turn them off when picking you up. “Christ, Kurt-”

“Put the camera down, (Y/N).” He muttered. He kept his eyes on the road.

“I can’t believe you-” You spat, fumbling for the “off” button, hating the way it felt to have the lens aimed at you as the camera’s red light blinked mockingly.

“Put the camera down, (Y/N).” He snapped.

You jumped. He never took on that tone with you. He was usually so sweet, so gentle. You withdrew your hands, folding them in your lap as you stared out the windshield.

“How was work?” He asked, the brightness in his voice returning so quickly you wondered if you had just imagined the harsh ring to it in his last sentence.

“I quit. How do you think it was?” You shot back, patience running thin. You didn’t look at him, flippantly playing with the hem of your shirt.

“What?”

“Well, I can’t just keep working there. I’m moving away.” You said, matter-of-factly.

His grip loosened on the steering wheel, and you felt the car begin to veer, the wheel bumping against the sidewalk as you began to swerve.

“Jesus Christ, Kurt!” You exclaimed, reaching over to steer you back into the lane. His hands tightened around it, knuckles white as he anxiously drummed his long fingers against it. You stared at him, blinking at him in shock as his jaw tightened.

“Stop here.” You huffed, nodding at a parking lot you were nearing.

For a moment, the both of you sat, quiet in the stillness of the parked car. You kept your eyes trained on the food truck parked nearby, the lines of chattering, slightly-drunk people, the neon lights of its sign casting Kurt in a pink glow.

“I thought we went over this, Kurt.” You broke the silence, voice sad and gentle, like you were speaking to a child.

“I didn’t think you were serious!”

“Why wouldn’t I be-” You inhaled, stopping yourself before you worked yourself up over it, tamping down the anger that bubbled in your stomach. “I'm leaving, Kurt. Really. I’ve got the plane ticket booked. My suitcase is packed. You can’t continue being in denial about this. It’s happening."

“What, so you’re breaking up with me?” His voice cracked in desperation.

“I told you you could come with me.” Your voice quiet. Next to him, his body brimming with pain, his fingers trembling like he could barely contain it, you felt impossibly small.

“But-” You heard his sadness bubble in his throat, the word coming out as a gasp. “I can’t just pick up and move to the middle of nowhere! I’d never be able to make it over there-”

“You’re not even gonna make it here!” You yelled, watching him flinch as the words stung him. “It’ll be paradise out there.” You nodded, determined in your self-assurance. “Aren’t you tired of doing all this?” You gestured at the cameras, their lenses trained on you like wide, curious eyes. You imagined how you looked on stream. Pitying, probably. “Isn’t it hell, to keep trying? To be surrounded by all these shitheads, trying to prove something to them? If you come with me, you won’t have anything to prove. We can forget about it.”

He let his head fall to the steering wheel, drooping forward. You watched his shoulders shudder.

“Turn off the cameras, Kurt.” You felt numb. You were giving up on him, you could feel it. Your emotions began to dissolve.

He looked up, staring out the windshield. His cheeks were streaked with tears, eyes dull and blank. He reached up, flicking the cameras off.

“I’m not leaving.” He mumbled.

“Fine.” You shrugged. “Well I won’t make you drive me to the airport or anything. Just…drive me home, and I’ll get a Spree once I get to my charger. My phone’s dead.” You sighed offhandedly, settling into your seat.

“That’s good.” He said coolly, starting the car up. He pulled a sudden sharp u-turn, the force of it causing you to slam into the passenger door. The sound of screeching tires and the horns of the other drivers he completely disregarded as he cut across their lanes to make the dangerous turn sounded out around you.

“Shit!” You gasped, chest heaving from the adrenaline. “What is wrong with you?!”

You swallowed thickly, the breath knocked out of you as you registered his words. “What do you mean, ‘That’s good’?”

“It’s good that your phone’s dead.” He said nonchalantly, nodding as if it were obvious.”It’ll make this easier.”

Your eyebrows furrowed, and you looked out the car window, watching the buildings zip by as Kurt pressed his foot into the accelerator.

“Kurt, this isn’t the way to my house.” You protested, noting the difference in the route.

“Yeah.” He hummed casually. “We’re going to mine.”

You sighed, screwing your eyes shut.

“C’mon Kurt, I’m not in the mood. I don’t want to go back to yours tonight. There’s nothing else I have to say. Just take me back to my house, the plane leaves-”

“You’re not leaving.”

You felt yourself still.

“...What?”

“You’re not leaving.”

Your heartbeat stuttered.

“Kurt, just take me home-”

“I am taking you home.” He turned to you. His brown eyes, the same that once seemed so sweet, were dark, hollow pits. “You live with me now.” He said it like he believed it, like it was the truth. You were going to stay with him. If you liked it or not.

You opened your mouth, but all that could escape was a shaky breath.

“I’m not letting you leave.” He spoke. “I’m never letting you go.”

#kurt kunkle #kurt kunkle imagine #kurt kunkle x reader #kurt kunkle x y/n #kurt kunkle x you #kurt kunkle fic #kurt kunkle angst #yandere kurt kunkle #spree #spree 2020 #joe keery

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collectivecloseness · 1 year

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do you write yandere au’s

Yes 1000%!!!!!

I actually have a yandere alphabet list I made that I planned to do for some characters on here at some point!! Maybe after I’m finished with the prompts I could do that, if that’s something people would be interested in?

But yeah! If you wanna ask about any yandere!characters (or yandere!reader) I would love that ❤️

#cc chats #anon #ask #yandere fruity four #yandere eddie munson #yandere Steve Harrington #yandere Robin Buckley #yandere Nancy Wheeler #yandere Kurt Kunkle #yandere Joyce Byers #yandere Chrissy Cunningham

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ghqstfqce · 2 years

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I totally think the Kurt and Steve idea would be great! Maybe even Steve could catch his girlfriend and Kurt together and initially he’s angry but then he sees that his girlfriend is being forced into it and saves her???

I'm really starting to love the idea and I had already started planning in my mind how to start the story and the positive comments have encouraged me more, so maybe I'll see it through to the end.

In fact someone yesterday mentioned making it a yandere fic and totally yes, I've wanted to handle this theme for a while, so maybe I'll make a yandere Kurt and a yandere Steve? I see Kurt as the guy who falls fast just because you're nice and cute to him, so don't doubt he'll be falling for his brother's sweet girlfriend(which he doesn't deserve in his opinion) and I also think Steve wouldn't give up so easy if someone tries to steal from his lovely partner, but I also think he would be hurt to think that you didn't have the confidence to tell him what was going on :(. I don't really know where I'll go but I'll find out, I just know that I adore him so much to these men and I have to plan really well for that.

I still don't know what will happen at the end, since I really like what you mention, I would totally love Steve to save his partner, but I would also like a somewhat sad ending and another with some obscenity, so don't doubt that I will make different versions with different endings for all types of hearts. Thanks for your comment, I would never have thought of this ending, lol:).

The question and my ramblings refer to this post I made :).

#steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader #kurt kunkle x y/n #kurt kunkle x you #kurt kunkle x reader #joe keery x y/n #joe keery x you #joe keery x reader #stranger things x reader #spree 2020 #spree movie #Yandere! Kurt #¿Yandere! Steve?#my wips #wip

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iloveolderman0 · 7 months

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MASTERLIST 😜

Slashers

- Archie Benjamin ( from drive thru

- Josef ( from creep

- John the man ( from hush 2014

- stitches the clown ( from stitches

- Kurt kunkle ( idk if I spelt his last name correctly but he’s from spree

- Sweet Tooth ( Twisted metal

-Jack the clown and chance the clown ( ONLY platonic though, from jacks carnage

Mortal Kombat

- Kotal Kahn

- Kano

Tmnt BAYVERSE

- Leo

- Raph

- April ) platonic

- Casey ) platonic

What I will write

-yandere

- Slashers

- Mortal kombat ( but it’s only for Kano and Kotal Kahn my bbgs)

-headcanons

-a little bit of nsfw

- fluff

-pregnancy/ pregnant

- females and Gn readers

-angst

-mutants and half human half something else stuff

What I won’t write ✍️

- self harm , any other mental health related (since it can trigger some people

-male readers ( I’m sorry I just find it hard)

- zoophiles ( idc if I spelt it wrong but I will never write for that topic because it’s disgusting )

- abusive relationship or someone being abusive

-discrimination

-racism or a racist

- Homophobia / transphobia

- anything against Christianity ✝️

-non consensual

If you have anything to ask me questions about the characters or request send them through! But if I don’t reply I’m either stuck on school work or working or even have a time off!

Make sure you request are appropriate!

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i-cannot-spell-chaos · 2 years

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Kurt kunkle and male y/n best friend both being killers. The difference is male y/n is antisocial and refuses to hang out with kurt if he streams.

The chat does not like that and asks kurt to spy on them. An obsessed one sided love blooms

Could be a good part series

#spree 2020 #kurt kunkle #yandere #male reader

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kurtkunklesupremacy96 · 2 years

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HiHeyyy

I don't know what to write fanfiction wise, so I was wondering if anyone had any suggestions, with that being said I'm going to just tell y'all what type of requests I'll take :)

(Also this will be updated as I watch more shows/movies for characters I'll write for)

Yes:

Fluff, comfort, Lime (Not entirely lemon/smut), protective/overprotective x reader, Yandere

the characters I will write for:

Stranger things: Billy, Nancy, Steve, Robin, Eddie, Max, Lucas, Mike, Jonathan, Eleven

The Goldfinch: Boris Pavloski, Theo Decker

The Turning: Miles Fairchild

Spree: Kurt Kunkle

Eh:

Angst, any real people x reader (unless it's platonic)

No:

Smut, real person x reader smut, underage character x reader lime

!If any character is portrayed as underage or is canonically under the age of 18, I will not write lime for them, just normal couple things like hugging, cuddling, and kissing!

!If you want a fic about a real person/actor I'd prefer if it was platonic bc it feels wrong writing it otherwise!

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wutheringheights78 · 2 years

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the spree 2020 tag is a war zone....why are y'all like this

#personal #no more kurt kunkle yandere y/n fic. please

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fa1ryfields · 2 years

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day ??? of being horny 4 fictional male murderers! someone put me down

#yancore #yandere bf #murderer bf #kurtsworld96 #jd heathers #kurt kunkle

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chezzywezzy · 2 years

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Yandere Kurt Kunkle (4/4)

Word count ; 4.2k

*Edited.

*Sorry for being an hour late! Jut woke up. I decided to sleep in today :)

“Are you guys ready?” Jessie hyped from the stage, charismatic, charming, and incredibly sarcastic.

If Kurt wasn’t as jealous as he was, he would’ve been a fan. What fueled him more was seeing his girlfriend in the audience, near the front. She was adamantly watching. Kurt had his stream up. He only glanced at his reflection, and he had to admit, the car crash did a number on him. He had a bash in his skull and she blood dribbling from his mouth. His left eye was black and bruised. His shirt was torn. Even Kurt knew he looked unhinged.

Jessie did her mantra, and it irked the man. He was somewhat dazed, fingers twitching as he waited. He wanted it to be a spectacle. For Jessie to drop dead at the end of her show and to have Y/n flock to him for comfort the minute he saw him. It was just so unfair for Jessie Adams to have everything. The fame, the shows, the love of his life.

“All eyes on me. I want to be seen,” Kurt giggled.

He notice this chat was calling him a psycho. Delusional. Insane. It was funny, because he was the victim in the situation.

“Great. Get your phones out like we do every time. This is our favorite part, right?”

Kurt couldn’t help but pull his phone closer to his face, even though the overhead light blinded the camera. He pulled the gun to the stream, showing it off.

Jessie was prancing around on stage. She wasn’t even telling jokes anymore. It irked him that she was a ‘comedian.’ The woman was stalling. She completely lacked talent. How did Kurt just now blow up, after ten years of hard work, but Jessie squired thousands. In a matter of a few years?

Kurt’s gaze flitted back to the camera. He received a donation. ‘I made a Kurt Pepe to celebrate his survival.’ He didn’t say anything, though, returning his attention to the gig.

“So, if you follow me on social media, you probably know me and my girlfriend had to put some skeezy bozo, the driver included, in their places during a Spree ride today. The bozo, though, was all like ‘Come on, girl, give me a smile.’ Ugh, I mean, that’s not breaking news to any woman in this room. We go through this shit every day.” Some woman cheered from the audience in support of this statement. “What really grinder our gears was the slurs. I have to applaud him, though. It’s not every day a guy ticks all three boxes : I mean, any girl would be lucky to have him. Racist, misogynist, and homophobic?”

“Fuck that guy!”

“Right? Fuck that guy,” Jessie hollered. “He was a date-rape drug in person. And I was angry at this guy, but then I got sad. Because of the driver. The Spree driver.” Kurt turned the camera back to him. He was baffled. Maybe Y/n did have a point in their call earlier. “First of all, he was hitting on my girlfriend - and terribly, might I add - since they were real life friends. But second, he was like, ‘how’d you get suck a big following? We should share tips.’”

Kurt felt numb and angry at the same time. She was making a complete mockery of him. He raised the gun, his hands trembling. His patience had been tested all day. Oh, it was hard not to pull the trigger.

“And then he was kind of, like, soft begging, like,’ Oh, please, lord, tag me.’ And it was so sad and pathetic. And…” Jessie’s expression completely changed. Kurt was taken aback. “It was just like me.” That made Kurt pause. He finally started listening to what she was saying. Deeply. “I went to my granny’s house after with my girlfriend. My… my safe place, like my pre-show sanctuary. And I could not shake that ride. Like, I was so pissed. And I was thinking about that guy, and that ‘please tag me’ energy. And I was like,’ ugh god, that was pure me.’ Like, he was me. I’ve done that shit before.

“And then I just, like, reckoned with myself. For the last two years, I’ve been saying,’ All eyes on me.’ Now I finally have what I want, and I am creeped the fuck out. I’m serious. It’s like, whether you have twenty-million followers or twenty follower, we’re all being watched and judged and hated. And you love it, you love it. You need it. You’re all addicted to it.”

Kurt completely zoned out. This horrible, unfair woman… was right. For years, he had been trying to get the girl. But was the answer in front of him all along? Did he just… have to put down the camera —?

No. This woman knew he’d be watching. But he couldn’t deter himself now. How tens of thousands of followers he’d now acquired made the difference. He was making a difference. And at the end of the night, he’d get that girl. No doubt was in his mind.

“…And that’s why, when I wake up tomorrow, I’m going cold turkey. No more social media for me.” Kurt was stunned. She couldn’t be serious. Nobody could live without it. Not Kurt, not Y/n, and certainly not the woman who made a career of it. Kurt’s hands were trembling. He had to shoot. He needed to shoot.

“Okay! All eyes on this, bitch!”

That was all Kurt needed. It was like a lightbulb went off. He couldn’t do it here. Not now. He had to get Y/n and Jessie Adams alone. He had enough eyes on him to commit the deed. He was considering it as a… subscriber-only special.

And so, he darted out of the room to continue with his plan B.

~~~

Spree was down. Because of a murderous Spree driver. I was almost relieved our Spree Social was with Kurt and a total asshole. It could have been us that were victims. So, instead, Miles rang up a GoGo. I knew what Jessie was doing; she was a lesbian flirting with a man. But, apparently Miles was too obsessed with her to realize that we weren’t just setting up for a threesome.

“It’s a white coupe!” Miles informed, flashing a sloven grin.

Jessie wrapped her arm around my shoulders her fake smile dropping in a flash. Miles was called over by some ‘bro’s, but that was enough for us to make our mighty escape. We exited through the back and dashed up to the white coupe. Miles calling out to us from the outside.

I slipped inside, and slammed the door. The window was down, so as Jessie exclaimed,” Drive, drive, drive!”, she flashed a middle finger out the window.

I laughed loudly, a little tipsy from drinking all night. Jessie was also drunk, but she was better at hiding it. If anything, her mind was clearer after a few beers. I leaned against the window, a grin permanently glued to my face as the driver took off.

“God, at least he can’t spam me anymore, seeing as I broke my fucking phone,” Jessie sighed, leaning against the headrest. She was already on the verge of dozing off, but since we were going to her place, it wouldn’t be worth napping.

I nudged her playfully, and she reached over, intertwining our fingers. The city was dark and the roads were vacant. Jessie suddenly spoke up, incredibly alert,” Wait, what address did he give you?”

“Three-seventy-five south Hobart.”

“Okay, good.”

“Good.”

My heart froze. Maybe I was just drunk, but I leaned into the front, peering at the driver incredulously. I was… terrified when I saw the driver was Kurt. It may have been dark, but his jawline and dampened bangs were instantly recognizable. He glanced at me, flashing me a smile. I instantly withdrew into the back, blinking in surprise.

“Kurt?”

“The one and only.”

“H - how…”

“It’s my job, Y/n.”

“Wait, Kurt - oh, my god. Are you stalking her —“

“Yeah, you literally work for Spree —“

“Well, I’m sorry I’m not a super famous comedian and I have to work two jobs to pay the bills,” he suddenly snapped. He glared at us in the rear view mirror, and a pang of guilt hit me. But, although he was still displeased, he returned his gaze to the road. An awkward silence fell over us.

“I’m about to pass out. Fuck, I’m stressed.”

Shivers rolled down my spine. Kurt had made me incredibly alert now, but Jessie was clearly winded from the show. I let her lean her head down. I stared out at the passing traffic, hand on my chest to calm my pounding heart.

“Jessie,” Kurt suddenly spoke up, an eerie smile on his face,” I liked your set tonight. It was… it was inspirational.”

That was what made Jessie alert. She didn’t have her seatbelt on, so she scooted closer to me. She had a deathly grip on my hand. I squeezed it, as a silent ‘everything will be okay.’

“You saw it?”

“Hell yeah. I was there. It was awesome. Jessie, I think you’re actually a genius.”

“Thanks man. Uh… don’t take what I said to heart. If anything, take it as a compliment. I, uh, broke my phone for you…”

“I’m so glad you didn’t take that water bottle earlier. That would have been…”

“Why, Kurt?”

My question fell on deaf ears. Jessie was fading, and Kurt was selective with his hearing. I didn’t like that he chose not to answer it. “You know, Jessie, when you were talking up there, I realized inside of me, it was like this activator. And it, like… whoa, all of a sudden, the things that you were saying, I realized they were in my head, but I just had not thought them yet.”

“Okay… cool.”

I pulled my dead phone from my pocket. “Um, Kurt, do you have a phone charger in here?”

Kurt glanced at me, and I noticed something was dripping from his hair. He turned back before I could recognize it, though. “Um, nope. I need to charge my phone for work.”

“My phone’s dead. If I could use it for just a minute —“

“No.”

Ouch. Maybe he was holding a grudge from earlier. But something was off. Jessie was doing her darndest to stay awake, and somehow, she asked the fundamental question :

“Why are we going east? We need to be going west.”

“You know what I’m all about now, Jessie? I’m all about love. That was the fundamental issue me and Y/n had. But I’m a man of love, now.” It was like I wasn’t even in the car. Jessie was petrified, and Kurt was motioning like a madman, grinning ear to ear.

“You can just… just pull over here and let us out —“

“Okay, just listen to me,” Kurt interrupted. “It’s good for you to hear this before you die. Love is more powerful than anything.”

We both fell silent. I clung to the woman, petrified.

“Love is seriously the way to go. I mean, I’ve been in love with Y/n for years, but I just wasn’t showing it the right way. Imagine how happy she’d be from the audience growth I’ve had. And the audience growth we’d have for a leaked sex tape! I mean, having sex. We’re beyond having sex at that point. We’re, like, making love!”

“Where are we going, Kurt?” I squeaked fearfully, tears threatening to fall.

“Oh! I’m taking you home,” he said, confused. He turned completely, and I could see that what stained his face was blood. It glimmered in the street light.

“This is not the way to my fucking house, Kurt!” Jessie shrieked, having lost her temper once again. Understandably so, because the man was a maniac. And I felt guilty for creating it.

“Oh,” he sighed. “Not your home. My home.” He turned, looking at me again. His face was stone cold serious, and I couldn’t help but squeal quietly.

“My home.”

Jessie, with flared nostrils, turned to look at me and I at her. The reality of the situation was setting in. Kurt was a fucking psycho. And we were going to die. And probably get raped first. For content.

This wasn’t the Kurt I knew. Or had he always been this way?

We continued driving in silence. Kurt turned into a deserted neighborhood, dark and dismal, but I knew the streets well. We were close to his home. Jessie pulled away, quietly shuffling through her purse. She withdrew a phone cord, wrapping her hands in it. Kurt was humming to himself.

I recognized the song. It was our favorite in high school. I knew it well.

Grunting, Jessie suddenly pulled the phone cord over Kurt’s head and around his neck. Kurt kept one hand on the steering wheel as the car swerved, the other going to tug at the strong cord. I was left to sit back, not wanting to compromise Jessie’s plan in the slightest. Kurt was struggling, and struggling badly.

He was gasping for breath, finally releasing the wheel. His foot was slamming on the breaks, and that caused my head to skyrocket against the window. My vision went blurry and I lost control of my body as we swerved onto Kurt’s front lawn.

Kurt finally shook himself free, and Jessie fell back, screaming. I took my foot up and went to kick his red face. He took it, but at the same time, caught my foot. I screamed trying to pull back. However, he tugged on it, maiming me in the backseat.

He undid his seatbelt with his free hand. He looked pained as I swatted at his leering body. He grabbed me by hair and bashed my head into the window. It didn’t knock me out completely, but I was winded. I didn’t have enough strength to stop him as he surely attacked Jessie the same.

Silence fell over the car, except for the ringing in my ears. And that’s when I felt Jessie’s side of the car open. I glanced over, fingers twitching, as I watched her body fall out the car. Kurt was paying me no mind, talking to his stream, as he hoisted Jessie up and started dragging her to the middle of the field.

This was the time to escape. Y/n, please, wake the fuck up.

I sat up abruptly, screeching out of terror when I saw that Kurt had dragged Jessie’s body into the middle of the field. He was waving a gun in one arm, and a phone in the other. I must not have alerted him.

I tried opening the door, but then I noticed a certain red light on the handle : the child’s lock was on. I stomped my foot and began attempting to climb into the front. I noticed, though, that this drew Kurt’s attention back to me. He began walking over to the car, but I noticed Jessie twitching from behind him.

Good.

I was half in the front seat. He was almost there, but in a last ditch effort to save my skin, I reached over and locked the driver’s side door. Kurt, with a pouting expression banged on the window. I flinched, trying to push myself up further.

“Y/n, unlock the door. You’re acting irrational.”

“Me?” I shrieked, banging on the window back. “You’r the one fucking killing people, Kurt!”

I kicked, pushing three-fourths of my body into the front. Kurt, with a strained face, was now slamming the back of his gun into the window. And yet, just as I clambered into the front seat, a shot was fired.

But not at me.

I covered my head instinctually. Silence fell, but then I heard roaring laughter and an ‘oops!’

I looked up, trying to reposition myself. But, as I looked up, I realized what he’d shot. Jessie.

A scream bubbled but could not escape. I was frozen, even when another gunshot fired. It was muted, probably due to the silencer clipped on the front. Tears were streaming down my face. I suddenly flinched, though, my gaze flitting away from Jessie’s corpse as glass shattered on me.

Before I could react to the shattered window, though, Kurt reached in and unlocked the door. I tried scrambling to the other side, but as my body turned, he grabbed my ankle and dragged me out. My head hit the step on the way, and the ringing got louder.

I felt the world underneath me move. I heard vague, enthused chatter as two warm arms hooked under mine and pulled me off the ground. I couldn’t will my eyes to open, but I also wouldn’t allow myself to pass out. Jessie had died fighting for her life because of my friend. The least I could do was escape, too.

I felt grunting as I was hoisted over a back. Footsteps ensued, and I couldn’t help but bury my blood-stained face in the crook of Kurt’s neck. I was aware of what was going on around me. I just couldn’t move my body in the slightest.

A door opened. I assumed we were entering his house. I was in so much pain. And yet, Kurt was still humming our song. He was stronger than I ever gave him credit for. But that was beside the point.

I was dropped on a cushioned area. The couch, I think. My head lulled back instinctually, and I tried to tune into the one-sided conversation. Fingers poked and prodded at my face gleefully.

“…Now, I see you certain psychos in the chat begging for me to kill her,” Kurt chirped. “Sorry, not happening anytime soon. Right now, I’m thinking about finishing off dad and then getting the fuck out with her. You guys might not have a stream from us in a while, on account of escaping the police. That’s tough luck you know?

“But god, just look at her. All sound asleep… I should clean her off a bit before we get going.”

Kurt pulled away, but just then, I heard a manic, deep cry. I muttered under my breath, finally having feeling return to my twitching body. Chris’s voice rang out.

“Kurt…! Did you do this to your mother? Who did this?”

I heard him adjust his gun. “Sorry, dad. I just had to get her out of the way. I’m going to make this quick because Y/n and I are heading out soon. I’m thinking Nevada. I don’t want to be too far away from home, after all —“

“What the fuck are you talking about, man? Just put the gun down. We can talk about this —“

“We had an entire fucking lifetime to talk about it! We had tonight!” Kurt was pissed. I knew he always hated his father, and rightfully so. But nobody deserved to die in this situation. “But no-o-o, you cared more about your shitty soundtracks and drugs and alcohol. I’m done wasting my time being unhappy, I’m done wasting my time on you and mom!”

“Kurt, please… just think rationally. What would Y/n think —?”

Bang. Bang. Bang.

Just like that, it was like I had found life. But instead of immediately springing to my feet, I remained still, with my eyes closed. I heard blood splatter across the walls, and some even hit me. I heard Kurt laugh, satisfied.

“Wow! That was easier than I thought it would be. He didn’t even put up a fight. You’d think a selfish asshole like him would.”

He thudded back over to me, gripping my cheek and tilting my head up. I assumed his phone was in close proximity of my face. “Isn’t she cute, chat? I can’t believe some of you wanted her dead. I stole this wedding ring from mom. I plan on proposing when she wakes up, just to show you guys how much we love each other.”

His words made me sick to my stomach. Kurt had lost it. I scanned my brain for signs. When? How? Why? I couldn’t believe he’d always been this way. Maybe the change was so slow that I never could’ve called it. But I should’ve. Because lives would’ve been saved if I spotted the insanity sooner.

“Welp, let me give you guys a house tour while I pack.”

I heard him stomp away. The house became silent, except for Kurt’s distant, cheerful chatter. That was my queue. I hopped to my feet as quietly as I could, stabilizing myself. I’d taken too many blows and had sustained a limp. My face felt sweaty, but I knew better. It was caked blood.

I sent one glance over my shoulder, which confirmed that Chris had bled out right beside Kurt’s pale and deceased mother. I wanted to throw up on the spot, but I knew this was my chance to escape and call for help. I limped over to the front door, which had been left wide open.

I almost laughed as I passed through the door frame. But it was all for nought, as Kurt’s shout of surprise echoed the living room behind me. That was enough to send me running, even though a jolt went through my body with every step.

Kurt’s house was in the middle of butt fuck nowhere. However, as I got closer to the road, preparing to scream, my leg caved. I let out a scream, but it was from pain. My leg had finally caved, and I facepalmed in the dirt. My immediate reaction was to claw myself back onto my feet and keep screaming, but a body tackled mine.

I let out voice-cracking sobs from the pain. I definitely twisted an ankle and got a concussion at the minimum. However, as a hand covered my mouth, I could only hear some loud hushes emitting from the psycho straddling me from behind.

“Calm down, Y/n. You’re safe now. Stop being so silly,” he comforted, pressing something metallic to my hair as he ran his fingers through it. His fingers were slimy and wet. I released mangled sobs into his hand.

His weight lifted off me for but a moment, and I was flipped onto my back. Even with a streetlamp shining on us, there were still black pots in my vision. I blinked furiously, finally being met with Kurt’s manic expression. He was so happy. He shouldn’t have been. I didn’t see anything on his features betray anything else. He loomed over me, like a predator and prey.

“There we go. Nice and calm. This is how things are supposed to be, right, Y/n? Things are supposed to be fair. And now they are.” There was a hunger present in his eyes. He leaned closer, andI felt his breath fan across my face. “Now, I’m going to remove my hand and you’re going to be calm. Otherwise, I’ll have to knock you out. And that’s not how I want our first kiss to go, you know?”

My blood ran cold, but I resigned myself to what would happen next. I nodded.

He removed his hand, and I opened my mouth. He was on edge, preparing to hit me with the butt of the pistol. Instead, I meekly croaked,” Kurt, stop.”

He completely blanked before tilting his head in confusion. “What’s wrong, Y/n? Stop what? Do you need a shower? Oh - are you hungry —“

“Kurt! This is insane. You’re insane,” I sobbed. “I can’t believe I used to have a crush on you. If only I knew what you were really like.”

Kurt’s brows furrowed, and I almost laughed. Of course he was that stupid to have never known. He was too obsessed and demented. The way he must see the world…

“You… used to have a crush? On me? When?”

I snickered. “Like, tenth grade. Back when you used to be a good person. Honestly, Kurt, just fucking kill me. I’m tired. I’m hurting. I’m sad and everything bad. If you like me so much, just end it for me.”

Kurt frowned, once again stroking my hair with gun in hand. I tilt my head away over so slightly, making him twitch in dissatisfaction. “Well… if you really don’t like social media that much… we’ll go off the grid. A road trip. Just you and me. Doesn’t that sound nice?”

He’d twisted my words to his own satisfaction. He never listened. I couldn’t help but resign myself to what happened next. He crashed his pistol into the side of my head, and it all went blank.

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hall0ween-twn · 7 months

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HALL0WEEN-TWN'S HALLOWEEN WONDERLAND

HAPPY HALLOWEEN! TIME TO CELEBRATE THE MOST WONDERFUL TIME OF THE YEAR WITH SMUT!

WHO: KANGTA. BOA. TVXQ'S YUNHO. SUPER JUNIOR'S EUNHYUK. GIRLS' GENERATION. SHINEE. F(X). EXO. RED VELVET. NCT. AEPSA. RIIZE. COREY CUNNINGHAM. SIDNEY PRESCOTT. GHOSTFACE. LEON S KENNEDY. STEVE HARRINGTON. EDDIE MUNSON. KURT KUNKLE. MICHAEL AFTON.

WHAT: ANYTHING AND ALL HORROR RELATED --- ALIENS. MONSTERS. DEMONS. SLASHERS. GHOSTS. YANDERE. ETC.

READ MY CARRD FOR MORE INFORMATION FOR WHAT I DON'T WRITE FOR.

HALL0WEEN-TWN'S HALLOWEEN WONDERLAND GOES FROM OCTOBER 1ST TO OCTOBER 31ST.

minors, terfs, pedos and cishet men, do not interact.

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slasher-male-wife · 2 years

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About me and request rules

Hey I'm Ziggy and this is my blog where I obsess over men and sometimes women. I use he/him and I'm 18. I really like fall stuff, vampires, Halloween in general, and my special interest is specifically horror movies. My favorite horror movie is Texas chainsaw massacre. My side account is @slashers-offical-boyfriend and my non fan fiction account is @living-dead-author. Below is the information on my request rules and info. Enjoy your stay <3

Master list Ao3 account Depop

Taken anons: 🦝🌾🎟🐾🫀🤡🐚🍼👻♠️ 13 🎸🦇🦌🐝 🦕🎨

Requests: open

Match ups: closed

Do not interact with me if you are

Homophobic

transphobic

racist

Are a proshipper

Just a republican in general

Ed blog

Under 16

Terf/Swerf

Match up rules

Specify the fandom you want and your gender preference.

Include things like hobbies, dream career, ideal parter, personality traits gender identity.

Feel free to include anything else you think is important.

Make them as long as you think they should be.

Will do

Fluff

Light or regular angst

head cannons

drabbles

fics

gore

hurt x comfort

x gn, male, trans masc and ftm reader

Autistic, depressed, anxious, etc reader (I won’t write about mental health issues/ mental illnesses unless I have it myself or I feel comfortable enough portraying it)

Darker topics like past mentions of abuse, sh, kidnapping, murder, etc all with proper trigger warnings

poly stories and head cannons (unless you tell me you want them to be poly I won’t write them as poly)

Slashers in a Dbd setting if they're actually in the game

Yandere characters (I think I know how to write one)

Iffy (Not common or might not write about depending on the request)

character x character

suicidal reader

Characters hurting reader on purpose

Recovering Ed related things

Heavy angst (More likely to be written with a happy ending)

Age regressing reader (Only if it's sfw)

x fem reader (Won't be very common for now unless it's essential to the fic)

I won’t do

sexual fics or head cannons

Child reader

pregnant reader

parent reader

Pro Ed related anything

Characters

Horror characters

Scream: Billy Loomis, Stu Macher

Black Christmas: Billy Lenz

Halloween: Michael Myers (og or rob zombie), Corey Cunningham

The Boy: Brahms Heelshire

Texas Chainsaw Massacre: Bubba Sawyer, Thomas Hewitt, Nubbins Sawyer, Chop top Sawyer, Vanita "Stretch" Brock

House of wax: Bo Sinclair, Vincent Sinclair, Lester Sinclair

Behind the mask: Leslie Vernon

House of 1000 corpses: Otis Driftwood, Baby Firefly

The Lost boys: David, Paul, Marko, Dwayne, Michael, Star

The Black phone: The Grabber/Albert Shaw

Spree: Kurt Kunkle

Friday the 13th: Jason Voorhees, Tommy Jarvis

Child's play: Tiffany Valentine

Re-animator: Herbert West, Dan Cain

Carrie: Carrie White

Saw: Amanda Young, Adam Faulkner, Mark Hoffman, Peter Strahm

Candy man: The Candy man/ Daniel Robitaille

31: Doomhead

Psycho: Norman Bates

My bloody valentine: Harry Warden

American psycho: Patrick Bateman

Hannibal nbc: Will Graham, Hannibal Lecter

Near dark: Severen

Laid to rest: Jesse Cromeans

Martin: Martin Mathias

The Collector: Asa Emory/The Collector

Thanksgiving: Sheriff Eric Newlon

The Walking dead

Daryl Dixon

Rick Grimes

Negan Smith

Glenn Rhee

Maggie Rhee

Dead by Daylight

Danny Johnson/Ghostface

Pyramid head

Any slasher listed in the above section that is in dbd

Interview with the vampire 1995

Lestat De Lioncourt

Louis De Pointe Du Lac

Call of Duty

Phillip Graves

Simon “Ghost” Riley

Johnny "Soap" Mactavish

Misc. Characters

Johnathan Crane/Scarecrow (DC, based off Cillian Murphy portrayal)

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collectivecloseness · 9 months

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Hey y’all! I’m shifting into fanfic mode more and more. I’ve been writing more... just not finishing editing and posting it, lmao...

So to help me out, I’d love to give you guys full reign, to send me any hc’s you have!!

They can be about any character - or mix of them - I write for, and can be about anything; be that angst hc’s, smutty thoughts, fluffy hc’s, or just sending me “imagine: xyz”.

Long thoughts about a scenario, a quick sentence abt a hc you see as fact, or it can be the opposite, where you send in an example, and I’ll answer which character I think most fits with whatever hc/scenario/etc you’ve asked!

It could be yandere fruity four ideas, feelings on what stobin x reader would be like at family video, headcanons on how someone reacts to reader being sick, literally any headcanons, ideas, or any thought you guys have, you have full reign to share! And I’ll be responding with my own little ideas (and hopefully some blurbs bc I’d love to get a lot of them out) too!

#I s2g my ideas have been flowing and I’ve been writing and my drafts r so large it’s just the editing part that’s killing me half the time #I love love love just chatting about thoughts and ideas for these guys esp bc everyone always has such good personal ideas/thoughts!!#and then sharing them is achh <3 everyone sharing in love for ppl’s ideas 💕#my fav thing is when someone sends in a scenario and then everyone’s sending add on’s to that scenario and it becomes like it’s whole #own au/universe bubble thing.#like someone says ‘I think yandere Nancy would be the first to use knock out drugs on reader’ and suddenly #all day is spent chatting abt yandere!f4 and how robin steve Eddie and reader would react to the days events+lead up #fruity four #Steve Harrington #Eddie Munson #Nancy Wheeler #Robin Buckley #Joyce Byers #Kurt Kunkle #Chrissy Cunningham #Steddie #Stobin #Ronance #Stancy #cc chats

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doomh3ad · 2 years

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About

hi!! u can call me imelda, chrissie, chelsea or mel, i have extreme slasher brainrot (specifically doomhead from rob zombie's 31 <3)

requests are closed! and also feel free to submit any questions or thirsts, even if requests are closed! i'm totally fine with any nicknames or pet names, i love ppl being friendly with me <3

i'll write poly relationships (as long as no one is related) and crossover poly relationships with reader too! i also take platonic requests.

[non-writing posts will be tagged 'imelda shut up' & asks as 'imelda's asks']

characters i'll write for include but are not limited to:

•Michael Myers (OG + 2018 Halloween)

•Corey Cunningham, Allyson Nelson (Halloween Ends)

•Art the Clown, Tara Heyes, Dawn Sissy, Sienna Shaw (Terrifier 1&2)

•Yautja (Predator)

•Otis, Baby, Foxy Coltrane, Captain Spaulding (Firefly Trilogy)

•Doomhead (31)

•Any Ghostface minus Charlie or Mrs Loomis, Sidney, Gale, Randy, Sam & Tara Carpenter (Scream franchise)

•Pinhead (both og + 2022 versions), Kirsty Cotton (Hellraiser)

•Candyman/Daniel (Candyman)

•Gabriel May (Malignant)

•Arkin O'Brien, Asa Emory/The Collector (The Collector)

•Greta, Brahms Heelshire (The Boy)

•Patrick Bateman (American Psycho)

•Amanda Young, Mark Hoffman, John Kramer, Daniel Rigg, Jill Tuck, Adam, Lawrence, Peter Strahm, Logan Nelson, William Schenk (Saw franchise, Spiral)

•Julian Lambrick (Would You Rather)

•Ellen Ripley (Alien)

•Pennywise, Patrick Hockstetter (IT 2017+2019)

•Bo, Vincent & Lester Sinclair (House of Wax)

•Ash Williams (Evil Dead)

•Kurt Kunkle (Spree)

•Thomas Hewitt (TCM)

•Rick Grimes, Negan Smith, Daryl Dixon, Maggie Rhee, Glenn Rhee, (TWD)

•Ian McKinley (Final Destination 3)

•Rusty Nail (Joyride)

•Hannibal Lecter (Silence of the Lambs)

•R (Warm Bodies)

•Michael Langdon (AHS)

•Lucifer Morningstar, Chloe Decker, Daniel Espinoza, Mazikeen/Maze (Lucifer)

•Jerome Valeska, Ed Nygma (Gotham)

•Sebastian Castellanos, Joseph Oda, Juli Kidman, Ruvik Victoriano (The Evil Within)

•Leon Kennedy [RE2/RE4/RE6] Claire Redfield, Ada Wong, Luis Serra, Jill Valentine, Carlos Oliveira, Albert Wesker, Chris Redfield [RE5], Sheva Alomar (Resident Evil)

•Kara, Connor, Markus (Detroit Become Human)

•Trickster (Dead by Daylight)

i'll also write for some ships ! these include (but i'll likely do any i know that you ask for!)

-Greta & Brahms

-Vincent, Lester or Bo & Carly

-Ben Miller & Zoey Davis (Escape Room)

-Chloe & Lucifer/Deckerstar (Lucifer)

Rules

i won't write : incest, pedophilia, rape, suicide etc. i will write yandere, dark fics & most kinks, just ask if you're not sure! i will write both dominant and submissive readers, just specify. i'll write headcanons, drabbles, full fics & series!

if you don't specify in a request, reader will be gender-neutral, but i will do other genders if you ask! i won't write about pregnancy or mentions of children, sorry.

it's ok to spam requests! i am only one person with a fairly busy life so requests may take up to about a week to be answered at most, usually, i appreciate the patience <3

pls don't request the exact same specific scenario word for word you've sent to other writers.

while i'm aware that i can't stop under 18s from reading or requesting, i would prefer if you didn't dm without your age in your bio or anywhere else that's visible!

commissions info

-commissions will begin once i've finished my cycle of regular requests, around mid-july hopefully!

-still working on reasonable pricing, always open to feedback! currently, i'm thinking around £5 for 1k words, £10 for 2k etc. for anything 3k+ it'd be £15-20. if you'd like a lot of long headcanons instead of a fic they'd be around £5 too i think!

Masterlist (part 1)

Masterlist (part 2)

Kinktober 2022 masterlist

Coming soon (current requests!)

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lvlycheri · 2 years

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𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 ❀˳ ⁺

I ONLY WRITE DARK CONTENT FOR FICTIONAL CHARACTERS

Content I write for: manipulation, yandere, stalking, noncon/dubcon, innocence kink, corruption kink, dumbfication, age gap, somnophilia, noncon voyeurism, very slight femdom incest (this list can get updated in the future)

Content I don't write for: necrophilia, anything involving secretions, underage relationshop, piss kink, pegging, self-h (this list can get updated in the future)

Characters I write for (can get updated in the future):

Stranger Things – Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington, Jonathan Byers, Robin Buckley

The Umbrella Academy – Five Hargreeves

Actors – Joseph Quinn (non-dark contents)

Slashers – Kurt Kunkle, Brahms, Michael Myers

Dead by Daylight – Danny "Jed Olsen" Johnson, Leon S. Kennedy

☁️ REQUESTS ARE: OPEN

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darkwhitevintage · 2 years

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For future requests!!