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huntingingoodwill · 1 year

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paradise // paralysed (k.k.)

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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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madmanwonder · 7 months

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Yandere AU

Nightcrawler can escape any other yandere since he has the power of teleportation. Sure it has it's limits but he has used it so much that he knows how to escape them. However there is one yandere that he can't escape... Scarlett Witch. She can bend reality to point that she can bring him back into her arms no matter how hard he tries. And if he is persistent... she can take away his powers in the right circumstances. If she really wants her blue mutant then she is getting him.

No matter what he do or how far he tried to escape from her. She will always find him and by the God Above him will do incredibly awful stuff to him.

"Do you think you escape from me, Meine Liebe (My Love)." Wanda Maximoff cooed out as she held the demonic-looking mutant in her arms, snuggling into his soft hair, sniffing his hair like it was her drug

Shuddering in mixture of disgust and horror at the mentally disturbed woman sniffing his hair like it was her drug (and considering how obessed she was with him...might as well be).

"Wanda...please let me go. T-This isn't love...it--" Kurt tried to reason with the chaos-using witch to let him go...

..but reason failed him with the next sentences from Wanda. "If you are going to be persistent in denying your feeling for me...," She pulled him close to face until her hot breath was on his face. "...I will take away your mutant power and collared you to the end of my bed until you love to love me."

#marvel #marvel universe #marvel comics #x men comics #kurt wagner #nightcrawler #wanda maximoff #scarlet witch #yandere au #yandere au prompt #tw: obsession #yandere

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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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carnivorousyandeere · 10 months

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Glow Kurtis, glow 😌✨

#natural born raver/clubber Kurt Kurt #oc kurtis #my thoughts #yandere #yandere oc #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #yandere x darling #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere cw #Cliffside inn #beachside resort

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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 · 8 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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quicksilver-babeyy · 2 years

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Hey, it's been a long time since I've last posted something. I'm planning on writing again but requests are still closed(asks are open though)

#cobra kai x reader #yandere cobra kai #cobra kai imagine #batman 2022 x reader #yandere batman 2022 #wandavision x reader #yandere wandavision #doctor strange MoM x reader #yandere doctor strange MoM #peter maximoff x reader #yandere peter maximoff #greg tolan x reader #yandere greg tolan #kurt kunkle x reader #yandere kurt kunkle

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honey-minded-hivemind · 4 days

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Ooooooo

I have come, with something!

So, imagine reader is a young adult instead of the teen. They already gone through the system, was never adopted, so they have a lot of resentment to parents and such. And they actually work in the school as an assistant teacher. The team thing happens and when reader realizes they were being used, they quit, and after, cut out anything showing they’re a mutant. Maybe filling the claws way down to look like normal nails, or if it’s like wolverine’s, they use a rock to break it.

How would everyone react to seeing reader after that, either fresh from their self mutilation, or some days after?

Thanks for reading my rant!

🌂

Oooooo... Okay, okay, that's interesting! I still plan to have Reader as a teen in the main au, but Reader as a young adult? Not bad, if I say so. I'm going to count this as an au of the Smilodon AU, because I have an idea for how Reader finding all of this out goes, but... I really like this ask. So good job! Let's do it-

If the others, the X-Men and Brotherhood, saw Reader like that... I think they'd feel nauseous. Light-headed. Sick. Because their... whatever Reader is to them, is missing parts of their mutation, the parts that were part of them. Their claws... they're filed down, hardly there anymore.. Their fangs... not near as long or sharp as they used to be. And the small bits of fur or fluff that used to dot their arms and legs... they're gone, leaving the skin underneath. This isn't what they wanted. They wanted Reader as their, well... okay, they had used Reader. They didn't want to, in the end, and the teens wanted to stop it, but- They just couldn't. They tried. The adults... they feel remorse. A bit scared. Because now they know Reader can and will harm themself (and likely had before). When Xavier looks deeper into Reader's thoughts, he sees their inner-self, and it isn't a monster or a beast or an evil person... it's a scared, lonely, hurt child, who wants love, but has been denied it so long that they don't trust anyone. And after what all they've done... Reader doesn't even trust them anymore...

Xavier, Scott, and Jean would try to speak rationally with Reader (their version of rational). It goes out the window real quick when Reader's thoughts turn darker, sadder, spiraling. Scott wants to know why Reader did what they did, because he's sorry, and wants them to know they care. He wants them to see it their way. But he mostly wants to make things better between them. Jean wants to help Reader, and comfort them, but now there's a literal mental wall between them, full of bitterness. She wants to reach them,, to stop them from doing this to themself... Xavier wants to convince Reader they meant no harm, and to give them and the X-Men a proper chance to make it up to them. He knows that Reader will be hard to convince. But they have to hold out hope. If worse came to worse... they can try and move Reader in with them, albeit unwillingly. It might be the only way to keep an eye on them and their health...

Kurt, Kitty, Ororo, and Beast regret getting Reader's hopes up, only for the truth to come out about why they started trying to befriend them in the first place. Seeing Reader remove parts of their mutation, leaving them almost defenseless... Kurt feels scared. He has a visible mutation as well, and while he hid his with the holo watch, Reader didn't have something like that. And they got rid of parts of themself! It's... it's so hard to look at... Kitty wants to hug Reader, wants forgiveness. She's so sorry about what happened, she wants them to know that! But... why would Reader hurt themself? Are they hiding any other wounds? What If they hurt themself again?... Storm is doing her best to stay calm and motherly, which sadly doesn't get her very far. She knows they've hurt Reader, and it doesn't feel good, for Reader or for them. But they need to own up to it. The best they can do is apologize, and hope Reader forgives them, or at least doesn't hurt themself further. Perhaps getting Hank to talk with them would be better... Hank would try and help them, would try to talk with Reader. He wants to provide therapy, or at least get them to have a medical exam. He needs to know how bad they hurt themself. But they're not budging. He doesn't want Charles to force Reader. No. But if they want to help them, they need them under their care. And sadly, Reader does not want to be under their care or protection after everything...

Rogue, Evan, and Logan feel guilty. They know they didn't trust Reader at first. That they didn't want to give them the benefit of the doubt. But seeing how bad it's hurt them, that they'd rather hurt themself than them... It's a tough pill to swallow. Reader already had trust issues. They already didn't have a high opinion of themself. And they just made those a whole lot worse. Rogue is truly sorry, wanting to have Reader stay with them so they don't hurt themself or disappear. She's scared that if they look away from them, they'll be gone. That Reader will leave, or worse, be dead. Evan wants to apologize, but he also wants Reader to give them a second chance. Even his aunt is in on it, and maybe Reader would believe two of them over just one? He really wants them to not give up on them... Logan knows he hasn't handled knowing Reader very well. He knew about some of their past, and wrote them off as a bad influence. And they weren't. They're the cub of his "brother" (he doesn't know if that fuzzy maniac is his brother or not), but they've never even met the guy, let alone know who he was. It wasn't fair of him to get mad with them, to treat them as a potential threat. Seeing them harm themself though... It makes him realize that they had every chance to go after all of them, but instead they turned on themself. And for that... he realizes he shouldn't have been been hard. So cold.

The Brotherhood teens want to throw up. Their favorite assistant teacher, the one who tended to see the best in them, is missing parts of themself, or has cut them down. And it scares the cr*p out of them. This is their favorite teacher! Their go-to adult in school when things go wrong or people won't leave them alone! And they've. Hurt. Themself. They didn't want to use them! They swear! But... they're not sure this is an easy fix. This isn't as simple as saying sorry. This had consequences, and they've (mostly) learned that one has to own up to them, no matter what they be. Lance doesn't want to imagine Reader leaving them. They're the one adult he trusts. And now they're scared, or at least wary, of all of them. The X-Teens are in the same boat, so while he hates to say it, he might have to work with them to get Reader to stay, and hopefully heal and regrow their claws and fangs and fuzz. Todd feels sick. He didn't realize they could do that. They could actually remove parts of their mutation? Just like that? Thinking about it gives him shivers. Who would give their powers up? Who'd willingly hurt themself? He understands why they'd do it, he just wishes they hadn't. Fred wants to hug Reader and cry. His favorite adult (who's only a few years older than all of them) just hurt themself. And is upset with them. And is sad. He doesn't want them to be upset! Or hurt! He's trying to apologize, and is on the same boat as Lance to get the X-Teens help in apologizing, if it means Reader might forgive them. Pietro knows what they did. He knows it was wrong. Is he sorry?... Yes. But he still wants Reader with them. Seeing them they way they are... he still thinks they should be with them, even more now. They need help. His dad can get help, okay? H*ck, if they have to, they can pull Sabretooth in, okay?! He just... he doesn't want Reader to hurt themself even more. They're nice, and pay attention to him and his sister, good attention. How can they let them hurt? Wanda is asking Reader why they did it. She wants to know Reader's perspective on this, on why they did it, how they feel about them all. She doesn't want to hurt them, and she won't, but Reader needs help. She will not have her favorite adult die on her or hurt themself, so they'd better hurry up and go to her father or Xavier and get them involved, otherwise, they're going to have a problem. Mystique feels for Reader. Being distrusted by everyone. Having mutations that single them out. It hurts. It hurts her even more knowing she has hurt Reader with her actions. But this proves to her Reader needs a team. A group. She's grateful Reader hasn't taken their anger or hurt out on them, like their father might have. She knows they deserve it. But... she isn't sure if they should turn to... the X-Men... blegh... or to Magneto... who she's mad with... And unfortunately, those are her two options. The joys of being an adult, being responsible... Hopefully they can reach Reader before it could be too late...

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your-regular-toast-enjoyer · 1 year

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as he's such a softie, im curious to see your take on general headcannons (or a one shot, if you're inspired enough for it) of yandere kurt wagner with his mutant best friend who also has a (even if way less unhealthy) crush on him.

found your blog yesterday, it's been great, your writing is so nice! have a good day!

Yandere Kurt Wagner x reader , Yandere Nightcrawler x reader

Kurt Wagner x reader. Yandere!Kurt Wagner x reader/ Yandere Kurt Wagner x Reader

Nightcrawler x reader. Yandere!Nightcrawler x reader/ Yandere Nightcrawler x Reader

Word count: 4254 words

TW: GN reader, Yandere, isolation, obsession, manipulation, bl*od.

Ok, so I imagine that you guys met at the Xavier school for gifted youngsters. Whether or not you came from a family who accepted your mutant powers, you’ll be living at the school much like everyone else, isolated from most non-mutants.

Maybe you met Kurt during breakfast one fateful autumn morning. You were the first two in the feeding hall, no one else in sight. Kurt was always early since he liked to admire the sun rising in the distance and could simply teleport to the hall whenever he got hungry. And you? Well, either you were just an early bird or perhaps you had forgotten to adjust your alarm clock to the changing daylight saving times. Either way, it was just the two of you.

You two had initially sat relatively far away from each other, on account of being strangers and you hadn’t paid any attention to the other presence in the room. Kurt usually held his head low whenever he was surrounded by people he didn’t know, but he had risked a glance at you. Just one. And had immediately been struck by how beautiful he thought you were. It didn’t matter that you looked so tired that most would have wondered whether you had just woken up or if you had stayed up for five days straight, nor did it matter that you had a small white streak of toothpaste by the side of your mouth. It was all cute to Kurt.

He kept staring at you until you finally felt his eyes on you and turned around, coming face to face with the demonic-looking young man. You might’ve reacted with either brief fright or an awkward wave, whichever it was, Kurt quickly tried to reassure you of his pure intentions by asking to sit next to you, softly treading over his two-toed feet, hoping that his appearance didn’t scare you.

It didn’t, or at least not enough for you to mention it. You smiled and waved him over. Kurt couldn’t hide the bright smile that emerged, revealing his fangs, as he sat next to you. You two started to chat, mostly about unimportant stuff like your homework, your powers and anything else of the like. While on the topic of his powers, you mention finding his teleportation cool, to which he quickly scrambled to stand up, accidentally pushing his plate all the way to the middle of the table. The scratchy sound of porcelain scraping against the table’s wooden surface made you flinch, but you kept your eyes on the blue man in front of you.

He’d feel an intense heat in his face as he observes your eyes on him, smiling shyly attempting a suave wink, which ended up looking more like he had gotten something in his eye, before disappearing from your sight with a pop. You gazed around in confusion, trying to spot where he’d gone, only to hear another pop and feel the tap of one of his three claw-like fingers on your shoulder. Turning around, you found that he stood behind you with an outstretched hand, offering you a white rose that he had plucked from the garden behind the school. With a giggle you accepted it and Kurt’s heart warmed at the sound, he realised that he would do anything to hear that sound again, it was like music to his pointy ears.

Gently pulling him down to sit again, his leg accidentally hit yours and he felt an electrical jolt go through his entire body, for a brief second, he considered if he had lost the ability to breathe. Letting his yellow eyes glide up to you, he found you looking at him in concern. “Are you okay, ehh-”, you tried to ask, not knowing his name. “Kurt, Kurt Wagner”, he supplied breathily, his Bavarian German accent shining through. You smiled awkwardly, gently rubbing his back as he leaned over the table “Are you okay Kurt?”

It took him a while to answer, but when he did, he returned your smile in full, gently taking your hand away from his back and holding it in his hands. “Yeah, I’m fine, just… vertigo”.

It would become a tradition for you and Kurt to enjoy breakfast together every morning, early, before anyone else would come down and disturb you. Kurt enjoyed this in particular. He always felt so exposed when surrounded by all the other students, feeling their prying eyes drilling into his odd features, but when he was alone with you? He felt like he could just be a regular 18-year-old, talking about things other than mission plans or his appearance. It felt refreshing, like a cold shower during a heatwave.

The two of you rarely spoke outside of breakfast, though. You had a little group of friends who would tug you with them everywhere they went. It annoyed Kurt deeply, they didn’t treat you like the borderline royalty, that you indeed were in his eyes. They didn’t really deserve to be grazed with your kind smiles, beautiful stares and oh-so-wonderful laugh. Not that Kurt felt exceptionally worthy himself, either, but at least he felt confident that he could protect you and treat you better than those ungrateful friends of yours.

It wasn’t that Kurt didn’t have any friends of his own, though. He was actually surprisingly popular thanks to his agreeable personality and eagerness to help his fellow students in any way he possibly could. He also had a close bond with both Wolverine and Colossus, the former of which he confided his feelings in. Logan was of little help, though, simply confirming what Kurt already knew. “Ya’ down bad, kid. That’s what we in the business call a ‘crush’”, the bearded man had laughed thunderously, shaking his head as he lit up a cigar, blowing the smoke away from the blue-skinned man

Kurt felt so alone in his feelings, he didn’t want to force himself upon you. You deserved better than a misformed creature like him. Still, he couldn’t stop fantasising about a future where you two would wake up next to each other every morning, you kissing him good morning and him cooking a better breakfast than what was served at the Xavier school for gifted youngsters.

Imagine his shock when he spotted your obvious blush one morning when he accidentally brushed your cheek with his tail. It truly hadn’t been on purpose, but with the way you reacted to his touch, he wished it had been. He actually refused to believe that it was a blush, instead getting worried that you might have been sick. “Are you okay?” The blue man whispered as he gently let his three-fingered hand touch your forehead. You were warm, and he quickly pushed you towards the medical wing, wanting the nurse, who was constantly on duty, to check up on you. However, you reassured your yellow-eyed friend that you were fine, that you were just tired… or something like that. He didn’t believe you, the sceptical quirk of his eyebrows told you as much, but he relented. He could never force you to do anything. Not yet, anyways.

After that morning, Kurt kept a closer eye on your reactions. He would graze you with his tail, on purpose this time, letting it pick up pieces of your hair, (if it’s long enough, if not, he’d go with your shirt instead), and twirl it around, eliciting a nervous yet jovial chuckle from you, which he ate right up. Sometimes, he’d bring you a rose from the garden, although he would do this semi-rarely to not fill up your room with rotting blossoms. Still, the shy smile on your lips every time he’d hand you a red, pink or purple rose filled him with such an intense love that he almost thought he’d burst. It was all too much, you were just so perfect.

Kurt would slowly realise that you returned at least some of his romantic sentiments. Of course, he’d remain insecure about this conclusion, because… Well, how could you possibly return his feelings? He looked like a monster, he had literally lived most of his life in a German circus because that was the only place he wouldn’t be hunted down for his appearance. And even if you seemed to never mind the way he looked, even appearing to find it fascinating or admirable, he had such a hard time believing that anyone could look past his blue skin, yellow eyes, talon-like hands and feet and everything else that distinguished him from all the normal looking mutants.

Feeling bold one morning, Kurt tentatively attempted to ask the question that had plagued his mind ever since he met you, “Do you not see my appearance at all? Or are you just pretending not to for my sake?” His German accents enunciated the Rs and Hs in a way you usually found adorable. However, you had clearly become offended by the accusation, feeling as if Kurt simply saw you as another shallow individual, only caring how others looked. You took so long to answer that Kurt had panicked and grabbed onto your hand for comfort, which melted away most of the animosity you had previously felt towards him. “Of course, I see the way you look-” you started, suddenly feeling Kurt’s hand tightening around yours. Taking a deep breath, you admitted the last part with a quiet whisper, searching for the right words to say, ”-and I think you look… enchanting.”

Yeah… so, Kurt’s heart definitely stopped for a second. Enchanting? Were you making fun of him? His scepticism was made obvious to you through his tightly scrunched-up eyebrows, the tiny fold created between them held so tightly that you were almost worried that it’d pop like a tiny blue balloon. Hesitantly reaching forward, you let your thumb caress the crease in his forehead, slowly massaging out the tension Kurt held in his face. “You’re mocking me, Y/N.” While it was meant as a question, it ended up sounding much more like yet another accusation. You would’ve gotten enraged if it hadn’t been for the way small tears collected at the bottom of long blue eyelashes. Letting your hand slide from his forehead to his eye, you gently swiped away the salty water droplets, wetting the underside of your hand. “I’m not.” You reassured your demonic-looking friend. Almost as if to prove you wrong, Kurt leaned forward, turning his head to the side as he let his free hand carefully grasp your neck, nearing your lips. He stopped himself right before he made contact, giving you ample opportunity to pull away, you didn’t, and though his face was blushing a dark shade of indigo, he uttered a fearful confession, “I love you”. He cringed at the clichéness of the confession, but it was true, he did love you, adore you even. He desperately wanted you to repeat the words to him, but you did not. However, you did the second-best thing, slowly turning your head as well and connecting your lips in a searing kiss.

After that morning, Kurt refuses to leave you alone. You two had made out the entire morning, yet you had never specified what exactly your relationship was now. Kurt couldn’t pretend he wasn’t utterly obsessed with you any longer nor would he allow you to end the friendship. The day after the kiss, Kurt approached you while you hung out with your other friends, something he had never done before. Your friends clearly had no idea of your companionship with the blue man as they gave him wary glances as he requested that you follow him to the gardens for a quick chat. One friend of yours in particular had been bold enough to attempt shooing Kurt away, a bad decision as Kurt simply gave them a death glare, memorising their features and tucking them in the back of his head for future reference. You had conceded to Kurt’s wishes, joining him amongst the many roses, carnations and other greenery.

“What are we?” Kurt had immediately blurted out once you were out of earshot from the other mutant students. “I don’t know”, you had admitted honestly, but that was simply not good enough for Kurt. “Well, we gotta figure it out, because…”, he couldn’t push out the words, he had already confessed the day before, you knew. Still, you pushed for him to say the words once again. Kurt tried but it felt as if a lump of clay had filled his throat, preventing any words from coming out. Taking a deep breath, he decided that if he couldn’t make himself articulate it in English, he would do it in German, “Ich liebe Dich, Y/n… Ich liebe Dich mehr als alles Andere”. Even if you don't know German, the meaning came across and it took your breath away. You had a crush on Kurt, obviously. How could you not? He was such a sweetheart. Still, he was so much more popular than you, everyone loved Kurt, and on top of that, he had been on actual X-men missions, something everyone else could only dream of. He was even buddies with legends like Wolverine and Storm. You were at a loss at how someone so cool could be your friend, let alone in love with you! If Kurt hadn’t grasped both of your hands in his, you would’ve thought this was nothing more than a beautiful dream. “Y/n? Could you say something, please… I would never want to force something on you, but-”, you cut him off with a kiss, thinking it’d be enough. It wasn’t. Kurt needed a vocal confirmation of your feelings and the clear exasperation in his eyes as you pulled away told you that he wanted something in particular. You didn’t have to ask though, as Kurt breathed out a clear, “Tell me how you feel, I beg of you”. If he hadn’t looked so obviously on the verge of bursting into a crying fit, you might’ve considered teasing him, but you couldn’t bring yourself to be so cruel to a man who looked so frustrated. “I like you too, I thought that was obvious”, you chuckled at the end, trying to lighten the mood of your conversation.

One can’t help but wonder if you would have confessed so willingly if you knew the crimes Kurt would end up committing. There is a world of difference between a high-school crush and an intense obsession with another being. Still, after that walk in the garden, you re-entered the school as a romantic couple.

Kurt’s obsession wasn’t too obvious in the following weeks, not to you at least. He would follow you around like a lost puppy, kissing you at any time you’d allow him, preferably in front of your friends, to stake his claim on your heart… he, of course, did not tell you the latter bit. To you and those outside of your friend group, Kurt simply seemed like a doting boyfriend, however, your friends, especially the bolder ones of them, were horrified of him. The threatening glares he’d send them were bone-chilling and promising death, not made better in the slightest by the fact that his eyes were such a bright yellow.

Still, you didn’t believe them when they told you about Kurt’s eeriness, you felt as if they were all just jealous that you had entered a relationship with such a doting guy, a thought introduced to you by Kurt himself. The way that they were seemingly the only ones seeing anything bad in him, your less close acquaintances backing you up in your perception of Kurt as a cute and great guy, made them increasingly suspicious. Some of them might stop their attack on the blue man when you lash out, telling them to mind their own business. If one of them foolishly continued, well… Kurt is a pretty popular guy, and whoops! Would you look at that! Suddenly multiple terrible rumours are spreading about them, none of which can be traced back to Kurt, of course.

His yandere tendencies really come to a head one day when the school is attacked by Magneto’s troops, and both you and Kurt are chosen by Charles to aid the X-men. Partially because you’re some of the oldest students, both being over eighteen, but also because you both have a great grasp on your powers. You’re ecstatic to finally be able to help the actual X-men. Kurt, however, is deeply upset. He’s a nervous wreck. What if something happens to you? What if you get hurt?

The battle is long and hard. There were casualties, some of the less experienced mutants. At one point you were about to become one more on the list of the dead. You had spotted one of the younger students, a little blonde girl no older than nine, she had somehow avoided being evacuated along with the rest of the non-fighting students and she was standing right in the blast zone of one of Magneto’s mutants. There hadn’t been enough time to formulate a proper plan and instead of simply standing there, you had jumped in front of the girl, her blonde locks beating against your cheeks as you tackled her to the floor, the pain of the other mutant’s attack just barely grazing your back before you heard two pops in quick succession of each other. Suddenly you were outside, on the grass in front of the manor. Your arms were still tightly curled around the blonde girl’s little body, her thin arms holding onto your waist like coils. However, another set of arms, much stronger, were wound around your shoulders protectively. “You’re safe, meine Liebe, both of you are safe”. Kurt, you realised. The three of you sat like that for a long while, letting your hearts calm down. Once you had comforted the young girl and led her to the other non-fighting students, a stern glare sent to the teacher in charge of gathering them, you let Kurt drag you somewhere else.

His clawed hand had been gripping your wrist like a vice, which you had found curious. “Kurt?” you had tried, but the blue man didn’t answer. Something was wrong, but you didn’t know what, not until he turned you around in his arms. “You could’ve died!” He screamed loudly. You caressed his cheeks, not sure what else would calm him down. His eyes were wild and his talons dug into your skin. “I’m fine”, you reassured, but this only made him shake his head wildly. “Only because I was there! What if I hadn't been?!”

It was then that Kurt decided that he could no longer trust that you’d be safe at the school. He had to do something, what if another attack like this ever happened and he wasn’t there to help you. No, he wouldn’t let that happen. He decided right then and there that the X-men were too violent of a group for him, and by association, you too. Kurt decided that he would fight this one last time, before asking Logan to help bring both of you back to Germany. He could count on his last living adoptive sibling, Jimaine, to set you two up with a small hut in rural Bavaria. He, of course, did not consult you on any of this. He didn’t consider it necessary, he was simply protecting you, and you wouldn’t have to lift a finger.

Kurt refused to let you rejoin the battle. Begging you to stay and protect the non-fighting mutants instead, you relented, trudging back towards them. Popping back into battle, Kurt let his most vile nature out, slaying Magneto’s mutants like the daredevil demon he looked like. It was his sweet revenge for them almost killing you. Grabbing his trusty swords, he sliced and punctured everyone that wasn’t wearing the yellow X-men suits.

He was dripping in thick red blood when he encountered a personal foe of his. The friend of yours who had tried to push him away from you the day the two became official. He had caught them alone. They were wounded, a large gash running across their lower leg. Laying down his weapons, to ease their obvious fear of him. He approached them. Kurt had initially offered a hand, which they took without suspicion, helping them up, only for his tail to wrap around the hilt of one of the discarded swords, driving it through their midsection. Their eyes widened for only a second before they tried to scream. They couldn’t. He had punctured their lungs. Slowly dragging out the now red blade, Kurt admired the way it glistened in the few rays of the sun making it through the broken windows. Kurt still held up your friend by the hand as they slowly bleed out, the colour draining from their face.

When he was sure that they were dead, Kurt left them there. No one would suspect him. Not only because of his image as a sweetheart, but also because they weren’t even close to being the only one who fell that day.

You were inconsolable when you found out about your friend’s untimely end, clinging to Kurt as he tried to comfort you. He used the opportunity to highlight how. “That’s just the risk that you run when you associate with the X-men”. Yes, indeed he exploited your grief to make you agree to run away to Germany with him, cutting off all ties with the X-men as an organisation.

Logan agreed to take the two of you with him on his next travels, where he planned on briefly stopping in Germany. Charles, on the other hand, attempted to stop you from going. He had been worried for his young blue pupil for some time, and against his better judgement, he had entered his mind after the Magneto attack, seeing everything from Kurt’s obsession to the murder of your friend. You didn’t believe him though. You were brainwashed enough by Kurt’s honey-coated damnation of the team of heroes which Charles led, that the bald man’s attempt to keep you at the school only served to solidify your doubts about him. No matter how much Charles wanted to, he couldn’t keep you there against your will, you were an adult and you had made your choice, he simply hoped you wouldn’t come to regret it.

Life with Kurt in Bavaria started out fine. You got married relatively quickly with very few attending, only Logan, Jimaine and a few of your family members. You owned a hut and a small plot of forest, which Kurt successfully used to produce and sell timber. Everything seemed to go so well. That was until Kurt got jealous of the townsfolk which you oh-so-loved to interact with. Every so often, a person you had befriended would either move away, refuse to talk to you or simply disappear. The only connections you really managed to keep were Kurt himself and his sister Jimaine, who would visit on a semi-regular basis.

You didn’t suspect Kurt of anything nefarious until one day you found a young man, whom you had taken to talking to every morning while on your daily walk throughout the alpine village, laying on the kitchen floor. He had multiple puncture wounds and what looked to be bite marks as well, he looked like he had been mauled by a wild animal… or perhaps more accurately a demon. Glancing away from the man’s face, you found your blue husband, holding a dirtied knife, with blood splattered across his long and white fangs. You had tried to run, but it was too late, Kurt had already seen you, teleporting in front of you and manhandling you back into the hut, locking you in your shared bedroom. You had screamed and banged on the door, but it had done nothing.

You would stay locked in that room for weeks, your only company being Kurt, who would only come three times a day to hand you your food. After the first week, you became less hysterical, realising how blind you had been, how you had ignored all warnings from those who actually cared for you. You no longer doubted Charles, but you also recognised that it was far too late. You had dug your own grave and now you would have to lie in it. By the fifth week, you began talking to Kurt again, having remained entirely silent previously. “He was trying to take you away from me! He was dangerous!” Kurt had attempted to explain, as he did every day, but when you finally replied, it was a simple, “Okay”. Nothing more.

You would never love him like you once had. He would let you roam the house again, once he felt he could trust you, perhaps even wander the forest with you, but you would never again see another person regularly other than Kurt and Jimaine, who was very clearly aware of the situation and of no help to you whatsoever. Perhaps, after years of re-conditioning, Stockholm syndrome reinstates and a healthy dose of existential dread, you start caring for your blue sweetheart of a husband again, maybe you’ll get a letter or a visit from Logan once in a while, but truly, you have no one else other than Kurt in this foreign country, where you are inhibited from forming new friendships. If you ever get kids with Kurt, he’d treat them just like he treats you. Sheltered and isolated. “It’s all for your safety”, he’d always defend, and you'd end up thinking, “Perhaps he’s right… perhaps-”

A/N: Yes, you can just ignore this, it's mostly for the user who sent in the request. Thank you for this idea! I know it took a while for me to get it out, I have a smaller exam period ATM, so sorry for that! But Thank you so much for this request! It brought me right back to when I was a kid and Nightcrawler used to be one of my favourite heroes, (my second favourite X-men character), since he was German... And as you can probably tell from the German phrases I shoved in this one... and the fact that I have my Bundesland flag as my Tumblr header image...I too am German, well, half-German. Also, I have always had a soft spot for teleporting characters! I hope I did your request justice! Anyways, thank you for the request!

#kurt wagner x reader #yandere kurt wagner #yandere x reader #nightcrawler x reader #yandere nightcrawler x reader #yandere nightcrawler #kurt wagner #kurt wagner x you #yandere kurt wagner x reader #x men #x men x reader

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thecitysgraveyard · 11 months

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can you make headcanons about yandere Elijah mikaelson x fem human reader

yes yes definitely, thank you nonnie for requesting :)

elijah is not like his other siblings and is definitely not like klaus but seeing, walking around, his desire really went up

he didn't know why, it has never happened with him, he's always been the one for logic and reason

he ignored his desire, it ate him away every passing day he didn't listen to his desires

but he finally gave in and walked up to you when you were going around town

he greeted you and you greeted him back, he looked at your face

so innocent and sweet you looked, how pure you looked

he looked at you, admiring all your features

as you both, talked and met each other more, the more possessive elijah got

he wouldn't want anyone to take away your innocence

he wanted it to be him, only and only him

sometimes he used to watch you sleep, he felt bad about it but he kept doing it

he felt a bit guilty but still did it

when you met his siblings, he was behind you, watching his siblings move and introduce themselves

as they were done introducing he came behind you and put his hands on your shoulders and led you out

he didn't dare leave you alone with anyone, including his siblings

once you start dating him

he never wants to leave you and wont

he goes around with you everywhere

never is going to leave

never is going to let you go

#kurt's fics #elijah mikealson x reader #elijah mikealson smut #elijah x reader #elijah mikealson one shot #elijah mikealson imagine #yandere elijah mikaelson #elijah mikaelson #elijah mikaelson x f!reader #<3

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chezzywezzy · 2 years

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Yandere Kurt Kunkle (4/4)

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*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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