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#this but instead you have some pretty bad trauma with your birthday so every time someone asks you divert the question knowing that they're
Can I request a fic where like, Kurt kidnaps the reader and takes them to his house, and the reader, upon learning that the chat is polling whether to fuck, marry, or kill them, just laughs at kurt and says, "If you keep listening to this chat, the fuck and marry options are gonna be forever off the table." Meanwhile, Kurt is just like, FULL ON BLUSHING BECAUSE HOLY SHIT READER IS FUCKING GORGEOUS. And the chat is tied between marry and fuck, so they do both?
Okay so, I don't write noncon so the reader just kind of goes with it, borderline porn logic but hey, whatever right?
Summery: Its late in the night and you step out of the nightclub your friends dragged you to, in the dingy alleyway smoking while taking the crisp cool air you accidentally catch the eye of a strange but deranged young man. Kurt desperate to satiate the starved hunger of his chat decides to kidnap you.
Tags: Probs going to be somewhat dark, not meant to be CNC so the reader just kind of goes with it, smut, GN but there is mention of a clit so :/, maybe somewhat fluffy if you look, Kurt's chat being toxic and generally horrible
NOTE: Not edited, I'm fucking tired
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The sharp air of the brisk L.A. air nipped at the ends of your face and nose as you leaned against the piss-scented alleyway walls, trash and other disgusting leftovers scattered about. One thing was for sure this was no highbrow place, yet your friends still harrassed you to accompany them to the 'Dirt Club'. What a stupid fucking name, seriously who names their club Dirt club???
You breathe in deep the fresh air as you lean your head against the damp brick wall, shitty electro dance music emanates muffled from the building. Your barely able to see the night sky and what surprised you was the speckle of stars, you assumed the light pollution would have snuffed out that beauty. Your gaze was captured by the distant lands, somewhere free and far away from the bullshit down here on earth. Instinctively you reach into the breast pocket of your leather jacket and pull out a cigarette from the packet, you've tried quitting but it never seems to stick for long. The sound of the rusty door alerts you to someone else exiting the building but you pay no mind, probably another smoker. Lighting the cigarette and continue you to stare at the sky, despite everything it was strangely beautiful.
"What are you doing out here?" A voice breaks you out of your thoughts.
Looking over you see what seems to be a young man, somewhat pale and covered in beauty marks, the features were hard to distinguish in the dim light but you could tell he had a strong nose and slightly sad eyes. The stranger was wearing a purple cheetah print bucket hat and some kind of geometric design white shirt. Normally you'd find that type of style bland and read the person having no individual taste but it suits him, strangely. Straight overgrown and dark hair flows out from under the bucket hat, dark maybe even wet, again it was hard to tell with the lighting. But his face was illuminated red from the side, the bright exit sign being the only light in this alleyway,
Raising the lit cigarette in your hand you show the stranger before tucking it back into your lips, taking a puff and blowing the smoke in his general direction. "Smoking, what are you doing?"
The man kept anxiously checking his phone as he held it out like he was facetiming someone, "I was just- fresh air, I wanted to get fresh air and saw the exit door so I came out". The words were sputtered out like a filled balloon being let go, the words flying around in chaotic circles while making a strange noises.
"Right," You continue before turning your gaze back to your feet, giving a quick tap to the cig to drop excess ash.
"So uh- hey!" The man spoke out again a bit louder than necessary, your graze back at him.
"What do you think of the club- the music, my dad is a DJ- and I am too. I make music too, just in case you didn't know. Kurt, like as in Kurt from Kurtsworld, 96." He finishes his borderline awkward rant with a sheepish smile and peace sign, you stare back incredulously.
"Wow, that was... alot." You take another puff as you clearly watched the man before you become flustered and more anxious.
"Well, uh, for starters I'm not big on this type of scene." You state standing back on your full weight only to shift it to one foot, you rest a hand in you back pocket.
"In general this place is not really my scene, friends practically dragged me here kickin' and screamin'." You joked lightheartedly even earning a dry chuckle,
"Music is alright, I suppose. Not something I'd ever put on a playlist but at the same time it's not horrible. Just not for me, ya' know?"
"-And lastly, was that your way of introducing yourself?" You pause on the words as 'Kurt' looked even more anxious. Who brought this poor boy to a fuckin' strip club? I mean he looks like an adult but socially does not fit into a 'John' type, doesn't seem like he'd order services from any of the 'girls', if there were any.
"Uh yeah, that's me, Kurt! The one and only- Kurt Kunkle!" The strange man introduces himself a second time.
You extend your free hand, "Y/n, Y/n L/n. A pleasure to meet ch'ya, you strange man." Your words fall out genuine and playful accompanied by a sweet smile, Kurt stares at your hand before realizing that you're trying to do. Once he's back in control of his body Kurt shakes your hand eagerly, hands slightly sweaty.
'Kurt's saved by hotty thotty's pure charisma' A voice that's clearly text-speech breaks the moment between you two.
"The fuck was that?" You ask,
Kurt smiles widely and proudly announces, "That's my chat, Kurties, I'm streaming right now and showing them how to get a major following. #TheLession on Livefly @Kurtsworld96, I follow for follow!"
"Right," You respond thoughtlessly before picking it back up again,
"Wait, hold on, you were streaming inside a strip club?" The question came out quick.
"Yeah, well no- I didn't know it was a strip club." Kurt quickly responded.
337 notes - Posted July 29, 2022
For the Yandere prompt list, 1. "W-wait where are you going?" For soft yandere leon :3 maybe about him freaking out about Y/N getting a vacation or the entity separating them due to Y/Ns Request :) Probably in H/C form
Good to see you back around @oobeeo, still thirsty for that fucking juice, eh? Alright, lets get you all fattened up with some Soft yandere Leon content. For everyone at home, I talked to @oobeeo about this but with my last fic Monster with Yandere Leon he was a different version than the one I normally write. Therefore I dubbed this difference as Twisted!Yan!Leon, which is pretty different from the normal yandere Leon which I dubbed Soft!Yandere Leon. For anyone who wants to end an ask about Yan!Leon you can ask for the specific version, I probably will make a little post about the difference between the two later.
Tags: Yandere content, fluff, damn soft Leon is really just a clingy, fuffy bitch, man will break into tears if you stop cuddling him
Soft Yan!Leon Type: Overprotective, Obsessive, Clingy, Worshiper, Submissive
Most would think gaining the attention of the newest member of the campfire, and the living equivalent of a golden retriever would be a good thing but you were quickly shown otherwise.
Leon proved to be a very sweet man, as soft as his features he'd always gravitate towards you to either drown you in his help or fluster. It was clear the little crush Mr Kennedy had on you.
At first it was cute, somewhat endearing to see someone so clearly head over heels for you. Leon would always trail behind you to offer help or just start a conversation, often the two of you would talk and it would lighten your mood even after the rougher trials.
But then would come to the problem when you wanted to be alone, something that Mr Puppy couldn't deal with. Sometimes you wanted nothing more than just brainlessly staring at the fire late at night when you knew no one else was around, but with Leon actively looking for you changed that.
Leon would sit down beside you with a giddy smile and gentle greeting, staring expectantly at you while you barely hung on. You always tried to gently tell him that you didn't want to talk and just be alone but he'd never really listened, the first time at the campfire he went silent but kept trying to shoot over to you.
That first time you just brushed it off and crossed you arms snuggling into yourself, in those few moments Leon took to plant himself right beside you so close that the two of you were touching.
It was slightly irritating so let it go, big mistake. When you passed out eventually woke up nestled under Leon's arm and laying on his chest, you quickly pushed yourself off. And walked off to get ready for the day at your, apparently, that was enough to wake up Leon.
As you were walking you hear quick footsteps chasing after you, turning around you saw Leon with slightly messy hair and a drowsy smile. "Good morning, how are you feeling."
"Just fine." You continued and opened your cabin door and planned on closing behind you when you almost slammed the door on Leon body, the both of you surprised.
"Are you following me into my cabin?" You asked almost in disbelief, Leon stood there for another moment before answering.
Leon didn't have an excuse and instead stood there stuttering while struggling to find a proper response, turns out Leon fully planned on doing his morning routine at the same time as you, in your place, beside you.
You reminded him he has his own cabin for that much to Leon's painfully obvious disappointment, again you thought that it would stop there but it didn't.
It slowly became a pattern that Leon would try to start his days with you in the way you did, right beside you like you two were a couple waking each morning together. Leon always listen when you told him no, but it didn't stop him trying the next day, and the next, and the next.
What once was adorable and pleasant quickly became overbearing and suffocating, you needed some time to yourself. But every time you tried to tell Leon that he would always promise to be quiet and not bother you, like that was the problem. A part of you felt guilty which lead to him taking advantage of that and clinging onto you when you wanted nothing more than to read quietly, alone.
It was those damn puppy dog eyes he always gave you, made you feel like shit for sending him away. I mean all he wanted to do was sit beside you and maybe cling onto your arm once, or twice, or maybe stick his head under the book you were reading to try and lay on top of you for cuddles.
No matter where you went he'd find you too so trying to avoid him wasn't an option, which eventually you asked the Entity for a day of rest away from all the survivors (really Leon). And as for good behaviour and doing well in the trials She granted you that, thank the gods.
Getting back from the trials you started to make your way to where the Entity promised you would be alone, no other survivors could enter. Of course, Leon was quick on your tail following you with endless questions.
"Wait, where are you going?" You sighed heavily before answering, not bothering to stop or look at him.
"A vacation, vacation where?" Leon quickly followed up.
"Away from everyone." Leon's eyes widened at your words.
"Even me?" He laced in the hurt trying to guilt-trip you.
"Yep." It came out blunt and apathetic.
475 notes - Posted January 2, 2022
Hiii ok I cover my mouth when I smile or laugh in front of other people because I hate the way my smile looks. So I was wondering if I could get some head cannons for poly Billy and Stu, Leslie Vernon, Michael Myers, Kurt and Brahms if thatâs not too much with an s/o who covers their smile? Thank you so much keep up the groovy work đ°
Just a reminder that I only do three characters at a time unless they're poly, then I put them together.
Tags: light angst mostly focused around insecurities, fluff
Poly Ghostface (Billy and Stu)
The first time that they found out that you weren't fond of your own smile was probably when Stu made a dumb joke which made you all laugh, of course you covered your mouth and the dirt brain Stu is made a comment about it
Immidently you tense up and get nervous which Billy picks up on, Stu- not so much. He keeps pressing about it until Billy smacks the back of his head and yells at him, "Cum rag, knock it off, clearly he doesn't like you talking about it!"
Stu gets slightly flustered and apologies trying to convince you that he didn't mean anything by it, it was easy to tell that Stu didn't mean anything by it but it still hurt
Stu slowly learns to not really talk about you covering your mouth because each time Billy would smack the back of his head so hard Stu swore his teeth were going to fall out. Eventually though he hoped would would show your smile, Stu was very vocal about how much he thought you were attractive and handsome.
Meanwhile Billy kind of just left it, never really brought it up or said anything. If you asked him why he would reply with "well were all insecure about something, I know its better not to press on the matter."
Billy cares and does want to support you and his way of doing that is by not bring attention, thats how he would want support so it does that for you.
Meanwhile Stu wants to support you by giving never ending compliments, for better or worse his mouth never stops moving- just a chatter box.
Michael is a quiet and reserved man, however that doesn't mean he isn't observant. So, it doesn't take long for him to notice you covering up your mouth when you smile.
Obviously Michael never makes a comment about your behaviour but will tilt his head in confusion, that's how Michael communicates.
At the end of the day its up to you weather or not you tell Michael the reason but at the end of the day he figures it out, hes a lot smarter than what people give him credit for.
But Michael will never try to force or pressure you into showing your smile, after all he knows what's its like to be insecure.
Michael mostly comforts you by holding and giving you the space to feel normal about everything
In some ways hes both the worst and best when dealing with this issue, that social awkwardness coming into play.
When it first happens Kurt will deadass move your hand away from your mouth thinking it was an accident, Kurt just wanted to help :(
So when you get angry at him and start telling Kurt off he genuinely has no idea what he did wrong.
But once it clicks Kurt apologies profusely and focusing more on comforting you, which mean mostly very awkward compliments followed by little anxious giggles.
Kurt is also a physically affectionate person and will try to cuddle the sadness away, weather that works or not is still up to debate
478 notes - Posted August 14, 2022
Oh a request for human killers like the legion or ghost face! Said killers are trying to blend in with survivors during a trail without their masks, and run into survivor reader whoâs still trying to get the hang of the trials. Survivor is super kind and gives them a hand thinking theyâre new as well OR killer accidentally hurts themselves (ie stepping on nails or something) and survivor tends to their wounds. How would they react??
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This was a mistake, not as in something bad happened but as a literal mistake.
After a trial he was plopped back down in the forest in common clothes and without his mask, Danny was confused to say the least.
Before he could make his way back to his realm and the killer camp a lone survivor spotted him and quickly jogged over, they were probably looking for supplies and offerings
"Hey, you alright?" Danny stared that them weirdly before it clicked, the reason why you were being friendly and concerned was that you never seen his face before. You thought Danny was a new survivor,
Fucked it, he was bored anyways and he could probably get a raise out of tricking/manipulating the survivors.
Normally he'd have to be pretty careful about pulling a stunt like this as the survivors were pretty smart (at the exception of a few of them), but you were new- an easy target.
So he went along "Uh yeah, where am I?" he started
You grimaced realising that this survivor was new, new, which meant you'd have to explain everything. Clunky and disorganised you explained the whole rules and purpose of why everyone is here, despite your bad explanation this newbie seemed to take it pretty well.
You learned his name was Danny, truth is that he didn't know why he gave you his real name. Maybe concerned that if he used Jed the second the other survivors heard it would perhaps expose him, either way it didn't really matter.
Maybe once Danny had enough fun he'd just stab you in the back (literally) and head back to his realm, but he was brought back to reality when you started asking him more questions about himself.
the conversation slowly turned and soon Danny surprisingly found himself enjoying the conversation, oddly wholesome for the blood-thirsty killer, maybe you'll become his new favourite survivor.
Eventually, all good things come to an end, you start talking about bringing him back to the survivor camp and Danny knows he's got to vanish before that happens. You turn to point in the general direction of where you've came from but when you turn back you alone, like Danny didn't even exist in the first place.
He watched from behind a tree and had to resist the urge of laughing when you started looking around frantic and confused, even turning around in a circle so quick Danny thought you'd fall over.
He also found it somewhat endearing the little whine of concern and confusion you made once you saw he disappeared, eventually you started to walk away unsettled by the encounter. Apart of Danny wished he could instantly don his leather cowl and mask to start chasing you through the forest, the thought of your terrified face he found so cute.
It was rare that Joey would wander around outside of Ormond, even more so without his mask but he just had a huge fight with Frank and needed some space. Going on a walk to clear his head wasn't enough, his mask felt suffocating at the moment so he took it off
That's when he accidentally stumbled onto you, almost like a dear in headlights Joey watches as your collected dead branches and wood, must be for a fire
He started to walk past you, Joey had no reason to hurt you outside of the trials and normally tried to avoid survivors. But of course you had to notice him, quickly you waved your hand and called to him. Joey looked back hands in his pockets and with a questioning stare, you quickly got up from your knees and ran over to greet him.
Why were you being so friendly, continuing his standoffish stare you promptly started questioning him and asking if he was looking for firewood. Joey hesitated before responding saying that he's actually taking a walk to clear his head, Joey wouldn't admit it but it was kind of nice to have a survivor talk to him like a normal person.
You ended up asking if you could join him as you needed more wood but were too nervous to go much further, having someone around would ease the tension. Joey shrugged not really caring and replied with a simple, "do what you want."
You followed him and attempted to make light chatter, talking about the trials, and people around the camp, and eventually, you managed to break down Joey's walls enough to have him vent a little about Frank.
You listened to him actively, whenever he'd pause you'd ask another question prompting him to continue talking it through. You could easily tell Joey just needed to work out his problem to an available ear, it surprised you how sweet he is- a survivor you never saw at the camp.
Eventually, though you got what you needed and much to Joey's dismay started headed back to the camp, when you notice he wasn't following you couldn't help but ask him why. That's when it finally clicked for Joey, you thought he was another survivor. I mean of course you would, you were the newest survivor.
His lips thinned at the thought, Joey actually really enjoyed your company and would like to talk to you again. Would finding out he's a killer make you never want to be around him again, yeah it probably would.
Seeing Joey wasn't responding you waved him farewell and continued along, he stood there for a good while thinking
578 notes - Posted July 17, 2022
Yandere Eddie Munson HCâs
Yandere Type: Clingy, Jealous, Worshiper, Overprotective
Tags: Yandere themes, unhealthy/obsessive relationships and dynamics, Eddie is the biggest simp in the west, don't @ me, Perverted Eddie,
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To Eddie the moment you become his object of affection you are quite latterly his everything, the reason he wakes up, goes to sleep, eat, and go to school.
The amount of power you hold changes his mood as easy the ability of the wind to change direction. An example being the simple act of you turning your head when you feel the burning stare of Eddie, locking eyes and smiling that soft gentle smile before turning back. For him that simple action lights the fire in his soul, burning bright and ablaze to keep him warm for the many months of this freezing isolation of social outcast.
While Eddie know this âcrushâ he has on you is a little too obsessive to be healthy he canât stop himself like some kind of addict, he doesnât even fight the denial and just accepts that this is the new normal,
To breathe the passing air of you and worshipping it like the divine gift you clearly were.
You could commit murder right in front of him and Eddieâs only response would smile and ask if you needed help hiding the body, unphased and ready to be useful to you.
Being the newest member to Hawkin High and a graduate like him Eddie would hyper focus on making a good impression and try to befriend you, despite his social awkwardness and fumbling.
Eddie could never get any potential romantic interest their breath let alone the time of their day, mostly ending the conversation before it even started.
So, to say he was nervous starting a conversation was an understatement, luckily he had his friend Gareth and Jeff try to work him up enough to get the courage to talk to you.
With long almost dancing stride Eddie finally found his way behind you before tapping your shoulder, curiously youâd turn to see the longhaired androgynous man, Eddie. You knew him before he even had a change to introduce himself.
âI was wondering when you would finally talk to me,â You smiled sweetly as the âdevil of Hawkinsâ found himself powerless and dry-throat.
âPleasure to finally meet you, Eddie.â His name rolling off your tongue sickeningly sweet but genuine, Eddie was flustered and dumbfounded- you knew him already.
Rumours, gossip, his terrible reputation, what really introduced him first? Eddieâs mind spinning into a death spiral of anxious thoughts, if you already knew his reputation then his chance are next to none now. What was he going to do, should he bother, what now-
âHellooo? Earth to Munson?â You waved your empty hand in front of his face trying to bring him back, Eddieâs eyes immediately back on you he noticed your raised brow and stare.
âUh, sorry-â He laughed nervously,
âJust didnât realize you knew me already.â He finished with a gulp and attempted a steady gaze
âReally, because with all your staring I assumed that was your plan. To get me âacquaintedâ with you.â The way you talked, moved, gestured- it all matched and complimented him, hell rivaled.
Eddie laughed timidly again staring at his feet like a little schoolboy, âSorry, I didnât mean to stare I just never seen you around.â It was a lame excuse and the both of you knew it, internally Eddie was screaming and cringing at the same time.
You smiled so sweetly, so earnestly, that gesture melting him to the very core and the tipping point. Eddie was going to make you his and there was no way heâs ever going to let you go, ever.
Lady luck seemed to be on his side as he somehow managed to befriend you creating a pretty close bond, Eddie still has no idea how he managed to pull it off. You while not a part of the preppy and popular group but also not a "loser" like him, are just somewhere in the middle, but defiantly in better social standing than him Eddie was scared that his status would cause him to lose you.
Therefore Eddie was pretty clingy to make sure you'd stay with him, whenever you two walked he'd keep his arm around you waist like a couple, or guide you with a hand on the small of your back. Begging you to join his club or at least just sit and watch, at one point he was bitterly on his knees as he clung to your hands and begged up at you,
Not to mention at the first moment he could Eddie would invite himself over to your place, and ever since then, he might as well live there. It's his favourite place and your parents don't even raise an eyebrow when he walks through the doors without you, just asking if he ate yet or needs anything.
The thing about Eddie is that his love for you is so obsessive its worship, anything and everything you do is divine. This worship goes so far that Eddie develops 'sticky fingers' in your house, starting with small things like taking your pencil or pens. But of course this habit grows, eventually stealing hoodies and shirts worn more than they should.
One late summer Friday night the two of you are laying on the opposite ends of the couch watching some shitty horror film as the both of you are eating a popsicle, you finish first and just leave the stick in your mouth not really caring.
Eddie nearly finished with his finds his eyes darting from the movie to that little piece of wood in your mouth, at first fighting the flickers of his gaze but eventually losing. He stared at your lips as his tongue begin to brush and swirl around his own clean stick just thinking of it being yours, or better yet your own tongue.
Eddie could feel himself start to salivate at the idea, pressing his tongue harder against the wood Eddie imagined all the little sounds you'd make when he had you pressed against the wall gasping for air. God, he craved those lips, even more now with the sugar coating them. His pants begin to tighten,
You suddenly look over to him after feeling the gaze burn into you, "everything good?"
1,281 notes - Posted June 29, 2022
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