#Kurt Kunkle hurt/comfort

[collectivecloseness]

37) I thought you didn’t love me anymore with kurt where you've just not been in the best mood lately

Kurt definitely feels rejected easily (so does Steve, although I think they handle slightly neglectful parents in... different ways)

Prompt: 37) I thought you didn’t love me anymore

Kurt Kunkle x reader

How had your day been so shitty?

Your phone ran out of battery so you had no alarm, with Kurt not needing one that early. And then Kurt was clinging to you so much this morning, looking all rejected and like a kicked puppy because he woke up and you wouldn’t cuddle with him for even two minutes. Then your car wouldn’t start so you had to decide between booking a spree, or seeing if Kurt was ready to drive you to work in his sweatpants, and literally them alone. Work was just a mess, as usual. And you didn’t even get to eat lunch because you had to catch up on so many things that you wouldn’t have been able to even call Kurt to bring you something, like you did most busy days, or when you just wanted to see him. And then, the heel of your shoe split. So for about three hours you were walking around work with the slapping sound of your shoe accompanying you every single step.

You didn’t ask Kurt to pick you up, because a few days of the week you’d carpool back with some work friends who lived close. Even if Kurt swore he didn’t mind (and that he’d love to pick you up every day) you knew it was better for the environment, and Kurt wouldn’t have to deny clients, and you wouldn’t have to wait for him, and it gave you time to bitch with your colleagues away from bosses ears; it was just a good system.

At least that had gone smoothly. Although you didn’t feel like talking much during the ride. Not even about how your boss had been riding your ass one one of your more infuriating days you could remember in recent history. You wanted to pull your hair out.

But eventually your friends car stopped outside your home, and you waved a tired goodbye to everyone, noisily walking down to your front door. Dropping your keys on the floor.

Great. Just another beautiful addition to the day.

If you hadn’t been zoning out for your own sanity, you would’ve heard the commotion behind your front door.

As soon as you stepped into your home, you had your 5’11 boyfriend eagerly running at you, and a camera right in your face. It literally hit your nose, because Kurt slipped a little.

“Yes! Oh guys. And here we have my beautiful partner- oop- sorry babe.” Kurt tried to brush your nose, in his excitement of filming, kind of just hitting your face.

You only blinked in a small stupor. You were so out of it you didn’t even know if Kurt was livestreaming you, or just filming. God you hoped it wasn’t the first.

“And- yeah- today-!” Kurt placed his arm around your shoulder, and held the camera up at both of you. So you could see your face in the other screen, looking subdued and done, compared to Kurts cool and excited smile, energy always radiating off him. It wasn’t transferrable through touch it seemed.

“Today we’re pranking y/n! Aha, totally kidding babe! Bu-Although, I guess one- you could say that, that’s a prank in itself!” Kurt made a kind of thinking/mind blown gesture to his camera. Having spoken too quickly, his first sentence about pranking you hadn’t even sunk in.

At least you could tell he was only recording now. He used this camera for hand held pre-recording, he said he preferred it for editing with his computer. Your boyfriend had a lot of cameras. You swear you’d end up finding some secretly recording you two, maybe for ‘a year in my life’ or something.

You took a deep breath. Kurt was high energy. That wasn’t a downfall of him, you were just pissy today. You couldn’t ruin his fun. “Hey Kurt?” You gently placed your hand over his arm, Kurt finally looking at you, versus just looking at the camera, or at the image of you on there, which you hated when he was talking to you. You lowered his arm smoothly, getting his big brown eyes on you. “I’m very glad you’re not pranking me. But you think your avid followers could wait an extra day for an upload? Or could you at least go into another room?”

You were either going to binge on the couch, sleep in your bed, masturbate furiously, or have a bath, and you didn’t really want Kurt accidentally recording either of those things.

Luckily, to Kurts testament, and probably from being used to dealing with you, he switched off the camera straight away. Or maybe he knew it just wouldn’t make good content. He finally turned to you, his face significantly more downtrodden than before you’d walked in the door, which only made your chest feel heavier.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, seeming much more like himself now. Which you did prefer. You thought about kissing him on the cheek, but you were too tired, and in a split second decision you moved over to the couch, brushing your hand over his arm instead. “It’s just too much, today.”

“Well- what’s too much?” Kurt asked, still standing there, dumbly looking down at you.

“The fucking camera, Kurt.” You quickly but not harshly got out, only swearing after a long day, not at him. Rubbing your face in your hands, which meant Kurt didn’t get a chance to see what you were thinking much more than that.

When you did peek through your fingers, sliding your hands down your face, you saw your boyfriend still standing there. Lips pursed, all twisted up, and breathing a little heavily. He looked like he didn’t know what to think. Although when Kurt started to feel just that less open, you found it much harder to tell what he was thinking.

But Kurt’s heavy breathing was getting to you. Just like the sound your shoe had been making all day. Just like the way he was staring at you, looking so... fuck, you didn’t know what! And like how every little thing had been getting to you all day. And now your heart was loud in your ears and you couldn’t stop feeling sweaty and Kurt was still just looking at you and-

“Kurt if you have something to say just say it!”

That felt good for about two seconds. Some sort of release. But then it felt awful.

When you looked back up to Kurt you knew your eyes would’ve been sharp, and Kurt’s face shifted. He looked stoney faced again, like he did when he was really not letting anything slip by, and without saying a word, Kurt stormed to his room, shutting the door behind him.

You sighed loudly, it slipping into a groan as you threw your head back against the sofa cushion, whining.

He probably knew to just give you some space.

After about ten minutes of having the tv on loud enough to block out any of your own thoughts, but not to overstimulate you further, you felt better. Calmer. And you felt bad for snapping at Kurt.

You decided now was probably the right time to go and apologise, maybe get a snuggle in with him on the bed, if he wasn’t mad at you.

You switched the tv off and started walking towards your shared bedroom. You remembered that stoney look on his face and you knew what it was. You knew he bottled up his emotions sometimes. So with a sigh, you went down the hallway towards your room.

...Panicking, when you heard the sounds coming from it. You opened your door wide, and saw Kurt bundled under the sheets, facing your door, crying.

The bottle had spilled.

Kurt was looking up at you with drowned brown and red eyes, hurt clear in them. He’d tried to bury of much of himself under the blankets as possible, with his head still poking out, hair a mess. And his sleeves and collar were wet with tears and snot, wrecked cries coming from his heaving chest.

“Kurt!! Honey!” You ran over to him, squatting down by his side and placing your hand on top of his that was gripping the quilt, Kurt still sniffing at you, crying.

“I- I thought... maybe you didn’t love me anymore.”

Shock overtook your face. Gripping his hand in yours, your other hand pushing back the quilt just a little so you could stroke through his hair. “No baby! Never.”

You two didn’t have many real arguments, and it was tearing Kurt up.

Kurt sniffled, little hiccups going through him. “I know I can be annoying, I’m sorry.”

“No.” You stood very firmly on this. Kneeling on the ground instead so you were more steady, your hand holding his cheek, and shaking his held hand with your certainty. “No you’re not annoying. I promise you Kurt, don’t say that.”

Kurts cries were quieter, but tears still slipped past his face. Past his nose, and cheeks, and down his pouting lips. “I know I can be too much for you.”

“No, Kurt baby, I love your energy. Your enthusiasm for the world.” You stroked his cheek, squeezing his hand so he knew you were still there, even if his eyes were set on you. “I love that about you, I love it so much. I’ve never thought you were too much, never.”

Kurts fingers moved a little to be able to tap at your wrist, his lips screwing up like a fresh wave of tears were about to overtake him. But quickly breathing when you mimicked a big breath, getting him to breathe with you, which he did. Letting a shaky blow of air out, before continuing. Voice still a bit wobbly, but flipping his hand up so he could hold yours now.

“Because you left without letting me hold you this morning too.” Kurt whined. “A-And, and you got a Spree that wasn’t mine. And you never even called me all day.”

It was like Kurt had been waiting for you to get home, and you didn’t even want to see him!

Kurts words were almost breaking, but definitely warming your heart. You felt bad all these little things today had been adding up for him as well, but at the same time the way he whined, the way he just wanted to hold you. “Kurt, baby, you were so tired this morning, I didn’t want you to crash.” You smiled gently, cupping his face between both your hands, which you could tell Kurt loved.

You leaned up to kiss him, even if his lips were all salty, and when you came back down Kurt had stopped sniffling, stopped whining, stopped crying. Finally calm after you reassured him, after you held him. Still looking at you though, with those big wet eyes.

“I promise you Kurt, I’ll let you cuddle me as much as you want from now on. Because I love you.”

Kurt tackled you with a hug. His front half bursting out of the bed, and clinging his arms around you anywhere he could get. His warm cheeks pressed to the top of your head as you caught him, in a hug you eagerly returned.

At this point, it was just easier to fall. So you let Kurt slip out the bed, holding his lower back carefully, as you helped him ‘fall’ on top of you, bringing your own back down to your bedroom floor, and letting your boyfriend lay his full weight on top of you. And by the happy murmuring’s right in your ear, you could tell it was a decision Kurt enjoyed.

You giggled, hugging his waist back tightly, as your other arm held his shoulders, your hand moving up, and stroking through his brown hair, massaging your poor boyfriends head. Who lay a wet kiss on your shoulder, in thanks.

“I’m sorry I was a grumpy pants, I love you Kurt.” You kissed his flamed cheek, hugging your soft boyfriend close. “Never forget it.”

[findroleplay]

✨🕊️ hi all! im looking for a few different fandoms at the moment. im looking to rp on discord with people who are 18+, as i am 22. i am totally fine with darker plot lines in roleplays, a lot of what im looking for is angst, hurt/comfort, i love it all. of course im totally okay with more gentle stuff like fluff and all that. im generally semi-lit to lit, it honestly ranges and depends on what my rp partner likes to write and what we find to be most comfortable with. im comfortable writing most dead dove topics, and have no triggers.

if we happen to have the same love interest, I don’t mind writing the same character for you in a different thread, or if you want a different fandom, im willing to do research on that fandom if I don’t know it!

fandoms that im looking for are below with the love interests attached:

— Fargo 5: Gator Tillman

— Spree: Kurt Kunkle

— Stranger Things: Steve Harrington

— Hazbin Hotel: Alastor and/or Vox

— Non Fandom

- for non fandom, im looking for more horror type plots. i do like to double up so we’re both getting exactly what we’re looking for!

please don’t hesitate to interact with this, and I’ll reach out to you asap! <3

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[demodxgs]

about me

hi all! i decided I’d finally write out a little introduction as well as rp guidelines, it’s long overdue <3

i go by nix or nixxie, she/her and im 22! im in the cst timezone. a few fandoms im in include stranger things, the walking dead, spree, and supernatural. i really love to write, and im always coming up with new ideas. im a huge fan of joe keery and it’ll become obvious very fast haha.

roleplay guidelines

so first, I’ll only roleplay with you if you’re eighteen or older. please don’t bother messaging me if you’re under eighteen, you’re just wasting your time because I won’t respond.

I only roleplay on discord in private servers. we can chat in tumblr dms for a bit to get to know each other and make sure we click, then I’ll give you my discord user! i usually don’t post it everywhere just to avoid getting random requests all day that never end up even talking to me, i’d prefer chatting before hand <3

i don’t have any triggers, but please tell me yours and i will respect them.

i do double up. i mainly do oc x cc, sometimes I’ll do oc x oc but I’ll rarely if ever do cc x cc. it’s just not my thing personally and i get bored of it rather quickly.

i love plotting and headcannoning, we can plot as much as you would like! i also love talking ooc and making friends with my rp partners. I don’t mind chatting between replies or even just talking if you feel like taking a break from replies!

i love romance plots, and angst, hurt/comfort, horror, tragedy, darker themes are all stuff i enjoy doing. of course I don’t mind sweeter stuff like general romance and fluff! honestly im down for anything.

if we share the same love interest, i don’t mind doubling up and writing as the same love interest for you! we can just gush about them together, i dont mind at all!

if you see anything that interests you and you’d like to roleplay and/or become friends, please don’t hesitate to message me! my roleplay requests are currently open!

what i’m looking for

so with all of that being said, here’s a small list of fandoms im currently on the hunt for, as well as the status of them and my preferred love interests. again, if we share the same love interest, I don’t mind writing as the love interest for you as well!

- Stranger Things:

Status: seen all seasons

Love Interest: Steve Harrington

- Spree:

Status: finished movie

Love Interest: Kurt Kunkle

- Fargo:

Status: watched seasons 1&2, watching 5 as it comes out

Love Interest: Gator Tillman

- The Walking Dead:

Status: seen up to season eight

Love Interest: will be another OC of mine

tags & credit

credit for the divider goes to @cafekitsune !!

[rphunter]

✨🕊️ hi all! im looking for a few different fandoms at the moment. im looking to rp on discord with people who are 18+. i am totally fine with darker plot lines in roleplays, a lot of what im looking for is angst, hurt/comfort, i love it all. of course im totally okay with more gentle stuff like fluff and all that. im generally semi-lit to lit, it honestly ranges and depends on what my rp partner likes to write and what we find to be most comfortable with. im comfortable writing most dead dove topics, and have no triggers.

if we happen to have the same love interest, I don’t mind writing the same character for you in a different thread, or if you want a different fandom, im willing to do research on that fandom if I don’t know it!

fandoms that im looking for are below with the love interests attached:

— Fargo 5: Gator Tillman

— Spree: Kurt Kunkle

— Stranger Things: Steve Harrington

— Non Fandom

- for non fandom, im looking for more horror type plots. i do like to double up so we’re both getting exactly what we’re looking for!

please don’t hesitate to interact with this, and I’ll reach out to you asap! <3

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[roleplayfinder]

✨🕊️ hi all! im looking for a few different fandoms at the moment. im looking to rp on discord with people who are 18+. i am totally fine with darker plot lines in roleplays, a lot of what im looking for is angst, hurt/comfort, i love it all. of course im totally okay with more gentle stuff like fluff and all that. im generally semi-lit to lit, it honestly ranges and depends on what my rp partner likes to write and what we find to be most comfortable with. im comfortable writing most dead dove topics, and have no triggers.

if we happen to have the same love interest, I don’t mind writing the same character for you in a different thread, or if you want a different fandom, im willing to do research on that fandom if I don’t know it!

fandoms that im looking for are below with the love interests attached:

— Fargo 5: Gator Tillman

— Spree: Kurt Kunkle

— Stranger Things: Steve Harrington

— Non Fandom

- for non fandom, im looking for more horror type plots. i do like to double up so we’re both getting exactly what we’re looking for!

please don’t hesitate to interact with this, and I’ll reach out to you asap! <3

.

[prpfz]

✨🕊️ hi all! im looking for a few different fandoms at the moment. im looking to rp on discord with people who are 18+. i am totally fine with darker plot lines in roleplays, a lot of what im looking for is angst, hurt/comfort, i love it all. of course im totally okay with more gentle stuff like fluff and all that. im generally semi-lit to lit, it honestly ranges and depends on what my rp partner likes to write and what we find to be most comfortable with. im comfortable writing most dead dove topics, and have no triggers.

if we happen to have the same love interest, I don’t mind writing the same character for you in a different thread, or if you want a different fandom, im willing to do research on that fandom if I don’t know it!

fandoms that im looking for are below with the love interests attached:

— Fargo 5: Gator Tillman

— Spree: Kurt Kunkle

— Stranger Things: Steve Harrington

— Non Fandom

- for non fandom, im looking for more horror type plots. i do like to double up so we’re both getting exactly what we’re looking for!

please don’t hesitate to interact with this, and I’ll reach out to you asap! <3

give a like and anon will get back to you

[little-bumblebeeee]

IM BORED GONNA WRITE THINGS HAHAHA

I will do angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, pining, best friend pining, enemies to lovers, oblivious reader or character, literally whatever u request, BUT I CAN NOT DO SMUT I AM A MINOR

pls request if u want. I'll do:

STRANGER THINGS

•Steve Harrington x reader (any pronouns)

•Eddie Munson x reader (any pronouns)

•Steddie

•Robin Buckley x fem or gn reader

•Hellcheer

•Harringrove

•Max Mayfield x reader (any pronouns)

•Lucas Sinclair x reader (any pronouns)

•Byler

•Dustin Henderson x reader (any pronouns)

•Jane Hopper x reader (any pronouns)

•Elmax

•Billy Hargrove x reader

HEATHERS

•Chansaw

•Chandler X reader (any pronouns)

•Veronica X reader (any pronouns)

•JD X reader (any pronouns)

HARRY POTTER

•Harry Potter x reader (any pronouns)

•Ron Weasley x reader (any pronouns)

•Draco Malfoy x reader (any pronouns)

•Draco Malfoy x Harry Potter

•Ron Weasley x Harry Potter

•Fred Weasley x reader (any pronouns)

•George Weasley x reader (any pronouns)

•Luna Lovegood x reader (any pronouns)

You can also request ships ;)

OTHER

•Kurt Kunkle X reader (any pronouns)

•Walter "Keys" Mckey x reader (any pronouns)

•Joe Keery X reader (any pronouns)

•Joseph quinn X reader (any pronouns)

•Mike Schmidt x reader (any pronouns)

You can also request anything, these are just off the top of my head!!

[wroteclassicaly]

Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

A few of you said you’d like to see mine (lawd help ya, lmao), so here we go… These are just the titled ones! ;)

1. Wanting You — Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader (friends to lovers, hurt/comfort fic)

2. Let Me — Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader (comfort fic)

3. Like A Dream, I Danced With You — Eddie Munson x shy Fem!Reader

4. I Can Feel You In The Dark — Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

5. During That One Summer — Steve x Eddie x plus sized Fem!Reader (love triangle)

6. Oh, Baby. Oh, Sweetheart — Eddie Munson x best friend!Fem!Reader (continuation of masturbating with bestie Eds)

7. Just One Night — Steve Harrington x virgin!Fem!Reader (friends to lovers)

8. Interview With The Dungeon Master — Eddie Munson x shy!Fem!Reader

9. So Good — Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader (comfort/trauma fic)

10. Daddy Steve — Steve Harrington x pregnant!Fem!Reader (friends to lovers)

11. Get Going, Or Get Lost — Steve x Eddie x Fem!Reader (love triangle/my angsty prom fic)

12. You Can Use Me, Baby — Eddie Munson x bestfriend!Fem!Reader

13. The Favor — Steve Harrington x plus sized!Fem!Reader

14. We Can’t Go Back — Steve Harrington x sister-in-law!Fem!Reader (slow as fuck burn, and one of my babies)

15. Kurt’s First Follower — Kurt Kunkle x Fem!Reader

16. Best-friends Don’t Taste Each Other — Eddie Munson x best-friend!Fem!Reader

17. We’ve Got Layers, Baby — Eddie Munson x plus sized, tattoo artist!Fem!Reader (Virgin Eddie)

18. When the Angel Came Down — Eddie Munson x best-friend!plus sized!fem!reader (friends to lovers)

19. How Come — Steve Harrington x plus sized!Fem!Reader

20. Trouble Town — Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader (enemies to lovers, slow burn)

21. Feels So Good — Steve Harrington x best-friend!Fem!Reader (watersports kink)

22. No Dickheads Allowed — Steddie x best-friend!Fem!Reader (slow burn, you and Steve move in with Eddie after his need for roommates, with all parties have feelings unresolved)

23. Relax — Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader (reader is a virgin and has a specific health condition)

24. Heartbreak Harrington — Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

25. One Plus One — Eddie Munson x best-friend!Fem!Reader (Eddie is a Virgin)

26. Fooled Around And Fell For Him — Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader (friends to lovers)

I have continuing parts to That House In Indiana & bit written for Let’s Be Closer 2. I also have numerous ideas, such as; pegging Steve, Older Steddie x Reader, Older Eddie x Reader, married reader x Steddie, Virgin!Reader x best-friends Steddie, plus sized reader ideas GALORE, sub Eddie, sub Steve, and so much MORE!

Tagging: @corrodedcorpses, @prettyboyeddiemunson, @littledemondani, @groubee, @andvys & ANYONE else that wants to! I can’t remember who has been tagged, but if you see this — consider it as me tagging you! ^_^

[madtheivery]

requests r open (fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, smut, etc galore)

okay. so full disclosure time!!,,, i suck at writing long ass fics. but however!! if anyone has any imagine requests or even ideas for stuff around like 1-4k words, i am at your disposal. don’t be shy!!

p.s, depending on the ask it’ll take like. 1-3 business days to get posted. love you guys!!

reminder of who i write for:

the 100 — finn collins

criminal minds — spencer reid (and most other MGG characters)

all of the jhutch characters, sans yk. the children.

stranger things — steve harrington, jonathan byers

spree — kurt kunkle (i’m sorry he’s sexy okay)

+ pretty much anyone i know enough about to write for.

THIS WILL BE UPDATED AS I CONSUME MORE MEDIA LIKE THE ROTTING CREATURE I AM

[collectivecloseness]

What’s More Important

Kurt Kunkle x reader

(Summary: Kurt’s fans can be toxic bullies half the time, and when it becomes too much for you and you pull away from his content, Kurt doesn’t understand. He especially doesn’t understand why the two of you have to argue. Notes: reuploaded from my ao3. Arguing, hurt/comfort, angst. F!reader. 10.4k.)

“Kurt please, I don’t wanna talk about this again.” You begged your boyfriend, you’d practically been pleading the entire ride home from work. And here you were, on the staircase to your apartment, still squandering with Kurt as you tried desperately for him to put the camera down.

“Y/n this is good content!” Kurt tried to get you to realise, his camera was mostly on his face, had been since he’d parked his car outside your building, but he was still capturing everything audio wise like a soldier. It wasn’t always to his benefit though.

“What? Us fighting?”

“We’re not fighting.” Kurt told you, a tired look coming across his face along with a concerned furrow of his brows.

You tried to pacify him. You knew he hated fighting, especially from what he’d told you about his parents, and the last time you’d raised his voice near him, even though it was to the asshole over his shoulder who was making a very rude gesture at him, he’d frozen in place and had to have your arm around his shoulders the whole mute way home to avoid any tears slipping.

You sighed, more tired than he was, he was always so energetic for his ‘fans’. Ever since the video of your first kiss took off. It was also the start of your problems. The start of people nitpicking at your every move. “I know we’re not sweetheart, but can you please, for the umpteenth time, turn that stupid camera off?”

You knew he wouldn’t. And the defiant protective grip of his phone just made a bubble of anger fuel in your chest. He gave a long worried look to his machine, to his fans, ‘what would his fans think?’ you mocked his thoughts. Sometimes you could get really sick of his antics, he was just so... stubborn!

“Fine.” You jolted your keys in your door, Kurt tapping twice on his screen to flip his camera to your front door, you were surprised he hadn’t accidentally doxxed you yet. “No cameras in my home though.” With that you closed the door on his surprised face, just leaning against your wall for support as you rubbed your fists achingly into your eyes. In the dark myriad of shapes and colours all you saw were those comments though. Instagram, youtube, tiktok, twitch you name it. On every platform people had called out how annoying, or ugly, or stupid, or unfunny, or just downright pathetic you were. And whether they were comments left on moments long past, or live bleating words to the public as you walked into a restaurant with your boyfriend and his device, not ever did Kurt really tell his fans to shut the fuck up.

Sure he’d bitten back a little. At your first really crude comment, he’d raised his hand a little to the camera, before bouncing it back on his steering wheel. “H-hey guys th-not cool. This-we’re a place of love here.”

The most you’d ever gotten was a “please tone it down respectfully in the chat.” Or a grumble of how he’d have to get mods some time soon as he turned left. And sure you didn’t expect him to just turn on his entire fan base, but not once had he yelled at them that they were crossing a line, or that they were wrong.

Worst of all it seemed he’d begun calling them out less and less. Not that you wanted the attention of course, and you knew Kurt had a knack of getting it, when he wanted to (which was usually most of the time) and sometimes even when he didn’t, you’d had to practically ban Kurt from his YouTube account one day when he kept responding to someone who you had to convince him was a troll just trying to rile him up. But Kurt had seemed to have gotten used to the ‘ocassional’ badmouthing of you. Not you though. He was constantly in the internet’s eye, and you’d been in his content less and less, not even posting yourself really any more, so maybe he didn’t see it as much, but you thought the amount of hate you got was drowning, and ever constant. Not that he seemed to notice. You banged the back of your head against your wall. Or care.

“Y/n? Please let me in? My-the stream’s over okay?”

You sucked the air harshly through your teeth, twisting to grip your hand against the doorknob. “I swear to God if there’s a camera in my face when I open this door.” But luckily there wasn’t. Just Kurt, stuffing his phone back into a green jacket pocket, and shrugging into his shoulders defensively. “Can I come in now?” His sad gamer boy eyes met yours and you knew he didn’t want you to kick him out. Kick him away.

You nodded satisfied. Moving back to allow your boyfriend into your apartment, both of you quickly heading to your room where you usually hung out. Neither of you sat though.

“Chat missed you today.” Kurt mumbled, pivoting unsurely on his feet.

“Oh really?” You remarked, trying to hide a scoff and sound as if you were actually interested. You highly doubted that. Kurt didn’t seem to pick anything up anyhow.

“Yeah. They kept asking ‘where’s your girlfriend?’ and ‘we wanna see y/n’ before I picked you up.” Kurt nodded, finally looking at you again since he’d been allowed inside. “How was work baby?” He stepped forward with the tired look you gave in response, loosely hanging his arms around your shoulders before pressing a sweet kiss to the top of your head.

You nudged your temple to his chest, sighing as you held onto his hip and held him back. “It just sucked Kurt.” You nuzzled into him a bit more and felt him kissing you again “I’ve had a bit of a shitty day.” You didn’t feel like adding on top of that that his livestream was part of the reason it was so shitty, not when he was here to make it better now.

Kurt removed his head at that, peering down at you with that lulled smile. “I have a-know what will cheer you up!” You couldn’t help but smile back, still in his embrace. You’d been hoping the two of you could do something again!! You’d both been busy, with Kurts spree, and your work, and Kurts filming, and you trying to avoid his filming.

You moved out of his arms but only to hold his hand, and he looked down at it, the apples of his cheeks blossoming. “I’ve got a new prank set up! And, well, I know you know it’s a prank n-now, but you don’t know what it is so-“

“Oh my god, Kurt.” For once you thought he had something in mind to do with you that wasn’t just a scene to be recorded. You shook his hand in yours, in an annoyed desperation, before seeing his irritated face. So you dropped him. “Can we not have one moment that’s ruled by your stupid social media?”

A terse silence followed that sentence. Both of you were standing further apart now, but neither of you moved, just looking each other in the eye as if you were waiting for tension to fill the room before speaking.

“It’s not stupid.” Kurt prodded first.

You bit back a grunt, some weird sound being made instead. “Yeah well can we just have a moment alone? Please?” Your eyes widened vulnerably towards his, taking one step closer. “Or we can like go to the movies or something! Or hang out with some of my friends?” You would genuinely be so happy to just relax and do any of that. Even have Kurt offer something!

“Your friends?” Kurt scoffed with an amused smile. “Your friends don’t even like me!” His snapping matched the ticked off expression he wore instead now.

“They do too!” You fought back.

“They never post me on their socials!” Kurt offered, seeing that as irrefutable proof. He knew people sometimes didn’t like him. He didn’t always know why, especially when he really tried. He didn’t think your friends were being very sneaky about it however. He knew what he knew. Most people were rude to him. Not you though.

“Kurt it’s because you constantly badger them about it!” You whined honestly. You wouldn’t go so far as to say it was embarrassing, you loved Kurt for who he was, but you at least wish he got the vibes, or toned it down a little sometimes. “Maybe they’d want to if you just cooled it!”

Kurt just looked at you. His expression was overtly unreadable. Although you could trick yourself into thinking his nostrils were flaring just a little more than before. Sometimes it freaked you out that when someone argued with Kurt, he’d just stand there with such a neutral look, when you knew he must be feeling a whole lot of something in there. Somehow, and you never thought it’d be true, but someone like Kurt hiding their anger made him seem more scary than if he was yelling, not that you’d ever seen him properly do that either. You probably would’ve got a better look at him, considering how deadly silent Kurt was being as he urged you to continue, if you hadn’t wiped your hands down your face in stress. “Or maybe they’d want to if they didn’t know your fan base was so toxic.”

“That’s because you’re telling them that!” Kurt moped, in a louder voice than usual.

“Are you saying I’m lying!?” You asked. Did he really not think that? By this point?! That you were just exaggerating all this for attention?

“No but!- Ughhhh- I justmmmmm... Why are we fighting!?” Kurt finally ended his sentence. Taking a long, shaky breath, before his eyes grew softer on yours. “I don’t wanna fight with you y/n.”

“I don’t either!” Your voice hadn’t quite gone down back to a normal volume, you took a second to breathe and make it so. Your eyes were stinging but there were no tears. Yet. “I don’t, I love you Kurt.”

Kurt’s heart flipped. He always needed you to say that. Especially after your first fight. The word ‘fight’ made it feel like someone was punching his head even thinking it, when to do with you. He sniffed, saying “I love you too” quietly back.

You were unsure about hugging him first. Scared of him pulling away, of the fact that he seemed to confirm over and over again for you, that he cared about his audience more than he ever could about you. Although part of you, that part of you that was melting under his gaze right now, still didn’t want to believe that. “I don’t wanna fight either.” You lamented truthfully. “But please, can we be normal?”

“I am normal!”

You cringed immediately. You knew that was a sensitive point for him, and even though that wasn’t your intention, to call him abnormal, you’d kind of forgotten in the heat of the moment about that word, during this maybe over, but still extant, fight. You apologised quickly but calmly. “Of course that isn’t what I meant.”

Kurt nodded. He knew it.

But now neither of you knew what to say. Both still heated, both hurt but not letting the other know all too well. And letting Kurts mind wander when emotional like this was not good for anyone. “Bet you let your friends post you on their socials...”

“Oh my god Kurt. This again? I thought it was bad enough I had to put up with you spree streaming me?” You fully scoffed at this point, in disbelief this argument was still going on.

“Pu- put up with?” Kurt asked accusingly. Then he shook his head, as he changed his mind. “Y/n I just wanna post some pics with my girlfriend! Isn’t that the most normal thing in the world?” You hadn’t even let him upload a picture of the two of you in a month. On any platform! You didn’t even let him take pics of you anymore at all. Yesterday throwing a pillow at him until he deleted the one of you eating Chinese on his lap, because you thought he’d post it.

He missed having pictures of you on his phone...

“Not when the comments are all telling you how horrible your girlfriend is!” You were getting angry about it again, you could feel how hot your skin was getting but this time your anger was around Kurt. You’d told him about it before, and he always said something along the lines of “nah, you’re perfect babe. From head to toe.” But he’d never actually done enough to be productive about it. Not when he was too busy trying to be productive on his channels.

“It’s like you don’t even exist y/n!” Kurt aired his hands up and down your body, slapping a hand to his head with a deep breath. “Because you’re never online anymore! You’re not even documented by me!”

“That’s bullshit.” You rolled your head and Kurt grunted under his muffled lip sucking. “Stop making me sound like a future serial killer victim! I don’t need to be ‘documented’ for everyone to see Kurt.” That just made Kurt huff loudly, groaning to himself. It felt as if the stress was pounding at his head from the inside, harming him to come out. “It’s like we’re not even together!”

Now that fucking hurt. That twisted the knife inside your chest, and made it feel like it was falling to the pit of your stomach.

You couldn’t even think of a response. But your body, in trying to protect your brain, overtook that problem for you, as you gave your boyfriend a very flippant, but appalled, “fuck off!”

“No you! Do so!!” Kurt turned away from you, grumbling to himself as you just let your heart pound away. He spun around quick enough though.

“You don’t understand me!”

“I try to Kurt! I’ve always tried!”

“NO! Nobody does!” Kurt took a shaky sigh as he tried to control his volume. You noticed first that his fists were shaking, but soon realised it was his entire body, sleeves and torso hidden by his green jacket.

“I’m getting bullied online now y/n.” His eyes met yours again and you did feel bad for him, even though all half his fans seemed to do was bully him no matter what he did. “Everyone’s calling me an incel vi-loser a-again. They’re saying that I made you up-o-or that you-“ he took a deep breath “y-we broke up.”

You didn’t like that he was being hurt by trolls, even if his harassment from them and his familiarity with it was different than yours, but you were still angry though. With a heavy sigh, you rubbed your arm to your elbow. “Just ignore them.” You spoke lowly.

“What, like you do?”

You looked to Kurt at that. You couldn’t tell if he was being spiteful or mocking you, or genuinely trying to tell you something. But it didn’t matter. Kurt didn’t get it, he couldn’t. He was actually good enough. And he didn’t give a shit about you. You knew that well enough now. And with all your wasted time and love on him, with the love you still fully had for him and it hurt to keep, you finally saw red. Kurt didn’t care about you, he wasn’t trying to prove it with the trolls when they didn’t like you, and maybe he never had cared about you. Maybe you were as dumb as they all said, and maybe that’s why he never defended you.

“Well if that’s all you want, a girlfriend who you can post on your socials, and do couple challenges with, then maybe we shouldn’t be together!”

Kurts heart sunk to his stomach.

“You clearly don’t love me you just want a girlfriend to post! A trophy.”

“That’s not TRUE!!!” Kurt yelled, crying now. His throat sounded raw as he screamed, and you were sure the sobbing he was now heartily doing was just making it feel worse. Kurt couldn’t help but just stand there, eyes red and puffy and leaking, snot dripping out of his pink nose, fringe itching at his eyes, as he scratched at it with his sleeve and choked on sobs and spit, whining loudly. He was like a lost child, unsure what to do next, but so full of emotions right now. You knew he didn’t know how to handle them best most days, and he was sensitive. His emotional immaturity wasn’t helping with this though, to you it ensured that he really wouldn’t be able to get what you were going through right now. Sometimes he listened but he had this glassy look in his eyes like he didn’t understand. You couldn’t really see his eyes now because he had them screwed shut as he was murmuring sobs to the ceiling.

“I don’t want someone to post I waNT YOU!!!!!”

Kurt yelled the last word with anger. You froze.

But even so, it had made you freeze for a different reason.

You weren’t scared of Kurt. His whole body shuddered with breaths as he stood with hunched shoulders, towering over you looking taller than he ever had done before. Remembering how strong he actually was under his normal goofy look, when his hands would grasp your biceps when you asked him to take control in the bedroom. But the way he screamed that just made you realise the truth. His truth. Your truth.

Oh God. You were so wrong.

Kurt was still crying his fucking eyes out. He was bawling to your roof, blue shirt covered in wet tear patches, sleeve slick with spit, as his throat coughed out cries, hands twitching at his sides where his arms limply hung, as if he had no idea whether to reach out to you, hug himself, or hit his head, as you’d sadly seen him do a couple of times. He was sad, and confused, angry, grief-stricken, and so so scared.

Those assholes had gotten to you way more than they bargained. It’d gotten to you, and gotten to your relationship. Gotten to Kurt.

And that’s something you never wanted to happen. At first you were trying to protect him, but maybe you should have let him protect you.

Maybe you should’ve believed just how much he loved you. Because you loved him, that much. And you knew looking at him the way he was in front of you, there was not an ounce of this spree driver who didn’t fucking worship you.

“Oh... Kurt.” Your voice sounded so small. You didn’t mean to sound so small. After what felt like hours without touch between you two, you reached out your hand, to hold him.

Kurt flinched back. And your heart fucking shattered.

He cried again, eyeing your hand with such a mix of emotions as he stayed in that leant position. Just whimpering more before his body forced a choke out of him as he stared at it.

You knew he wasn’t scared of you. And you knew he wasn’t mad. You knew it. He was just so nervous. You’d make sure he knew to never worry about the two of you holding each other again.

You moved between that space quickly and threw your arms around him, crying so loud it matched his, as he hugged you back before your chests had even pressed together. You gripped his back like you were going to fall through the floor at any second without him. And he clutched your waist as if you’d run away from him any time now. You just held onto your Kurt, and let him know you were his back, as you let him completely engross you.

Kurt, now he’d finally gotten you back into his arms, just held you tight. So much it hurt.

“Please don’t leave me. Pl-oh... please please please don’t aba-leave me. Ca-y-you can’t. You have to stay with me. Please. Please don’t go away y/n...”

“K-Kurt...” you tried gently to push at his chest. He was firm. “You’re kinda hurting me.”

It was genuinely as if he didn’t hear you. Kurt only buried his trembling head into your shoulder, tears, snot, spit and all. “Don’t-you c-can’t-I can’t do-no-y-you stay-you-“ he blabbered, every muscle in his body squeezing you tighter “Please.”

That last one was a broken whisper, his voice didn’t even speak the latter half of the syllable, and you couldn’t bear the thought of Kurt feeling as broken as his plea sounded. You hugged him back as tight as you could, squeezing his middle until your tummy’s applied so much pressure it made you feel sick, or maybe it was the thought of losing Kurt. You could feel his teeth against your neck as he opened his mouth to choke and splutter, crying instead of speaking as he meant to. A few wracked sobs needing to escape his chest before he could even talk. “I need you.”

You opened up, honestly. “I need you too Kurt.”

”ohh...” A tiny muffled whimper escaped him at that, nuzzling into your neck as if he could tuck himself away inside you, as if he couldn’t get close enough. You couldn’t tell if he was trying to comfort himself, or you. “I love you so so much.” You promised him yet again.

Kurt reared his head back, finally not squeezing painfully, but definitely nowhere near letting you go. Eyes squinting as if it was painful to open them, but desperate to see your figure, as he flitted his brown and reddening orbs up and down your features. Hands rubbing up and down your back. “I- mmmh... I love y-y-you too, y/n.”

“Kurt I love you-“

Kurt interrupted you, still dazed “Mmmmfhso much...” His eyes were glued stickily shut by tears, fatigued looking, head retaking its domain over your neck. He was almost purring into it, as Kurt stayed safe in his little dreamland, nuzzling into the crook of your neck and your shoulders, where it was safe, and warm, and dark, and he could still smell you.

But with all this snuggling and search through your skin, you had to push back his head, because his slightly greasy hair was tickling you too much. You simply held your palm to his temple as you removed him just a couple of inches, gently flicking his fringe away with your soothing fingers, knowing he always liked when you touched his hair. “And I promise I’m not going to leave.”

Fog began to lift from Kurts eyes, as he finally was able to take in your face, you, with him, and he saw you were crying too. With a lick of his lips, ridding them of the salty taste he was quickly gaining, more tears fell down his cheeks silently and quickly at those words.

He needed to hear them every second of every day. He wanted to replay them over and over. He kissed you right there and then, begging you “please” as he slotted his warm lips against yours with a wet noise, breathing messily into your mouth “say it again.” He needed to devour your words.

“I-mmfh!” He barely let you speak, too busy trying to suck on your upper lip, but he stopped his tongue from entering as he turned down the strength of his kiss, only softly brushing against your warmth instead of attacking it with need, even though his movements had been pretty slow, lips still touching yours but spacing back a little, to hear you talk. “I promise I’m never going to leave you Kurt my love.”

Kurt kissed you more. His lips hard and bruising again against yours, but teeth nibbling so delicately at your plump flesh, tongue bracing your mouth as he tasted every inch of you, fingers digging almost painfully into your skull as he pressed your face closer and closer to him, until his cheek was like sandpaper against your nose.

“Kur’?”

Kurt just whined into you, even though you didn’t have enough room to finish his name. He nipped only lovingly at your tongue, saliva generously swapping from him to you as he sloppily kissed with louder and louder sounds. He needed every sense filled with your kisses. Your love. Wanting all of your senses filled with him too.

“Kurt-“ you finally were able to pull him off you with a touch to his soft tummy, hand slipping just under his shirt, and you pulled back with a thick trail of spit between your lips. One Kurt sweetly pecked off. His lower face red raw, and covered in spit. It seemed he’d forgotten you’d pulled away for a reason though, because once his eyes were on your lips again, he was leaning back in with a need like a dying man for water.

You gently scratched at the skin of his belly, putting the hand that was on his lower back to his chest and Kurts eyes met yours as if the wires in his head were connecting yet again. It was like you could see his brain reworking through his eyes. Luckily he nodded and you sighed, with the newfound ability to breathe again the way Kurt was drinking you. You didn’t think you had long though before he was pressed against your face once more. You always knew Kurt was needy, and right now his hands were itching against your lower back, he spoke of how badly they tingled when he got like that. “Kurt let’s just talk for a second first? Please?”

“About what?” Kurts eyes widened as he took a step back, but instinctively drew your body closer at the same time. You could hear the fear in his voice and quickly finished your sentence, soothingly rubbing patterns up his skin and shirt. “I just wanna make sure you know I’m not mad. I wanna talk about why I was upset... so we can work things out, before the kissing and stuff. Can we just talk for a second first? It would really make me feel good Kurtie.”

Knowing you weren’t mad at him, and you weren’t going to leave, Kurt hummed, which you knew from your time with him was his tired but ‘yes’ sound. The praise helped him a little too. He gently led you to your bed, surprising you that he was the first to move, as he stroked your hand lovingly in his while he took you. Letting you sit down first before he sat on your lap. Clearly needing to remain close.

You couldn’t help but bite a smile at this. Kurt was so goddamned adorable and he hardly ever knew it. You swore once to tell him every time he was so, and you couldn’t believe you’d nearly broken that promise by going. Knowing it wasn’t exactly the time, you simply sweetly pressed a kiss to his mess of hair, enjoying the pleased but surprised gasp/groan that you got from him, as he settled in happily playing with your fingers. You let him keep your hands, as he rested his cheek to your heartbeat, now wanting to just know, like earlier, why you were so upset.

You held onto him dearly. Kurt had quickly swept up your entire life and become your everything. You didn’t know if it was entirely healthy, but you had Kurt, and he had you, and it was more than you’d ever had before. Someone who actually wanted you- Kurt brought your hands to his face and inhaled deeply- maybe even needed you, despite what certain commenters may have said, or made you feel. And you needed him just as much. Remembering those harsh words though caused you to shuffle your legs in unease, a cue for once, not unnoticed by Kurt, as he wiggled his butt slightly, back.

Your thumb tapped Kurts knuckle in thought, as you sighed. Trying to think of a way you could speak without hurting yourself more, and that would help Kurt understand, especially in such a fragile state the both of you were in. “It’s hard to start talking, just gimme a moment.” Is what you ended up with. And you nosed his temple at his patience, letting him know with a smile “you always help make me feel better. A minute with you and I’ll be ready sweetheart. I’m sorry it’s taken this long.” ‘And that we had to go such an awful way about it’ you thought. The memory of your fight only just passed making your chest tighten. You hated the things you said now knowing how confused he must’ve been when you said them to him. You held onto Kurt more closely, understanding his reaction earlier.

“How do I make the sadness go away y/n?”

Your urge to settle and coo over him immediately swamped you, but you tried to bite back any pouting or worried looks, heart aching over his innocently asked question. You swept your hands over Kurts hair mollifyingly, moving it out of his face as you tried to make him look at you while stroking him. “Why? Do you still feel sad baby?” Your other thumb rubbed his shoulder gently, head angled to look down at your boyfriend with careful gentle eyes.

Kurt shook his head, nestling hismelf into your shoulder more, but it was easier to look up into your eyes this way. “No. Your sadness.”

Your heart froze at this, in fact you felt your whole body constrict in the most minute way, lips tight as a noise, as if once a possible word, caught in your throat. Before your chest quickly reverted back to it’s normal exhausted pace of tonight. Hugging his shoulders closer as your urge to protect the love of your life only grew stronger. The reality of how much you loved Kurt, and realising once again, but more than ever before, how much Kurt loved you, in his very Kurt way, washed over you, and you gently rocked Kurt in your arms as your body tried to calm itself, pressing many tender kisses to his hair as you tried to hide the flooding of your eyes.

Kurt just sat there open eyed, as he paid extra attention to your comforting kisses, and kept playing with your warm fingers.

How could he make that sadness leave you alone?

“Kurt- I...”

Kurt wiggled more so he was looking directly at you now. He wanted to understand.

“It’s just... I don’t think I can take it anymore Kurt...” You looked up at him finally revealing that core truth. And you burst into tears as soon as the words left you mouth. Your hand came shakily up to your lips as you sobbed, as if your body hated what you were saying. Kurt only held you warmly, tucking your hair behind your shoulder so he could see your lips more, so he could see you talking. His fingertips graced your wrist, as if to pull it away from your face, but you guessed he decided against it, instead rubbing the back of his hand gently against your own, encouraging you to drop it whenever you were ready.

You took in a deep breath as you fell into his touch, wiping away the tears down yoru face once before placing your hands onto your knees again. And since Kurt was in your lap, it was easy for him to reach around and grab them, not playing with them this time, but simply cupping them in his own.

“E-Everyone’s so mean to me. And I know that sounds stupid but it’s true, it really does hurt after a while.” You felt embarrassed, but Kurt was just looking at you openly, with those big dumb loveable eyes. You couldn’t help but kiss them, his eyelids at least, and the way he squirmed and giggled at the light touch even made you smile during your confession. At least before a larger sniff overtook your features. “But, like, every single post, no matter what, for literally months now, there’s been so many comments, so many people, just hating me. Saying every single thing that’s- that’s wrong with me.”

“There’s nothing wrong with you y/n.” Kurt quickly interrupted.

It almost surprised you how surely he spoke. And that unwavering look in his eyes was confident, which you hardly ever saw your boyfriend. Your rapid blinking matched your heartbeat. “Y-yeah. Thank you. Thank you Kurt.” You rested one hand on his forearm, closing your eyes in tranquility as he pressed his warm cheek to the side of your head. “Well anyway, it was just really, really, getting to me I suppose. Especially when...”

You cringed, hating that you started that sentence, looking to to Kurt almost as if to see if he’d heard it. But Kurt simply nudged himself against you once, urging you to continue.

You took a shaky breath, part of you still angry, still confused and upset at his actions, part of you hating what you were gonna do to him next. “When you wouldn’t even defend me Kurt.”

You felt Kurt suddenly stiffen in his hold. He didn’t let go, but it wasn’t excatly comfortable either. You wriggled a little, more so because your skin felt bad rather than his grasp. “I’m sorry I shouldn’t-“

“Y/n, tell me. Please.”

You couldn’t meet his eyes. Looking down into your mixed laps meekly. But his voice sounded earnest, if not strained. You whined, it hurt your chest, it made you feel like you were going to be sick, even if Kurt had, lightly, taken back up his petting of you. “You just wouldn’t say anything! Ever! No matter what people said you didn’t- you didn’t ban them! You didn’t ask nicely for them to quit it, you didn’t yell at them.” You spluttered a messy laugh “Jesus! I thought you might’ve even made a viral video with a stupid clickbaity title to get everyone to stop harassing your girlfriend! At least that’d get on the tea podcasts!” You couldn’t tell if you were panting or hyperventilating, but you didn’t care. ”You didn’t care Kurt. Or at least, that’s how it felt. You would causally say a thing or two if I brought it up, maybe. But you never told them... you never told me, that they were wrong.”

The silence was killing you. You were sure realistically it’d only been a couple of seconds, but it felt like forever since you’d spoken, and nothing. Swallowing that sick taste in your throat you looked up, to see a panicked expression on Kurt’s face so vivid if almost made you feel panicky.

“I’m sorry!” He squeaked.

You bit back your sadness as Kurt held onto you in a vice like grip, apologising under his ragged breath, which definitely wasn’t helped by the way his chest squeezed against yours. “I-I’m-I’m-‘m mmmmm! ‘M so sorry y/n. So so so sorry baby. Sorry sorrysorry!!!” You wanted to tell him it was fine, but a sob wracked through your chest even without accompanying tears, reaching up to stroke the backs of your fingers against his cheek as Kurt was furiously and terrifiedly smashing kisses to your head where he could reach. Pecking generously all over your fingers once they reached his skin, taking the tip of your longest and wrapping his lips around it in a sweet kiss, whining uncomfortably when he let go.

“I jus-just! Because you- I don’t know!!” You tried to shift your legs to hold him with them but Kurt was clinging onto you in such a teddy bear hug you decided to rub your head agaisnt his soft shirt instead, hoping the movement would let his brain catch up that you were leaning into him, you were embracing him. Not running.

You weren’t sure if it worked, but Kurt continued.

“I just. I thou-assumed that you’d know they were lying. For attention.”

You perked your ears at that, Kurt shifting so uncomfortably, even on your lap.

“Because you’re smart. So much smarter than me. I thought you’d just know they were making it all up. That you saw yourself the way I did.”

Your heart thumped. How did Kurt see you?

He nosed behind your ear, whining softly as he tucked himself away there. “And you’re so much braver than me too. I thought th-you wouldn’t even c-care what thos-they said.” He nuzzled behind the top of your ear, pulling back a little as you heard a small stuttered bretah. “I mean, you’re still b-brave. All those things. Ju-! Just not what they said! You’re all the good things.”

He kissed your jugular, such a vulnerable part of your body, and it all lit up at the touch of his lips. “You’re all the good things in the world. In my world.”

Kurt wasn’t always good with words. But that was the most beautiful thing you’d ever heard from someone about yourself.

Your hand swept to his heart, fingertips gently grazing over his chest as Kurt watched you, calming now as he just assessed you, taking in the way you touched him. Just happy to look, and feel. Even when you took your hand away, he was content, because you kissed that area of flesh over his heart, while looking right at him, and Kurt swore he could’ve become yours forever right then and there, if he hadn’t already been.

“Thank you Kurt. That really means a lot to hear from you.” You smiled. “It means a lot you’re trying to talk to me about all this.” Him using his words was just really helping you in this moment. And even if Kurt’s forte wasn’t words of affirmation, he’d try and be good at anything for you.

“Rea-I mean, I’m glad to hear it b-sweetheart. You-You really are my everything, ya know?” He kissed your hair sweetly again, subtly drinking in your scent as he pressed his lips against your hair, always loving the feel of it around his lower face. Or anywhere. Unsuccessfully hiding his smile, not that he’d really want to, as you stroked over his chest again, smiling that smile he always usually tried to bring out. “And you can talk about anything you want with me. Honest babe.”

Kurts strength almost surprised you as once he’d clambered away, he literally lifted your entire cross legged figure from the bottom, gently readjusting you in his lap, just so he could fiddle around and touch you more. And it really did touch you.

“Thank you sweetheart. Those assholes just really got to me huh?”

Kurt nodded, following your every word. You stroked his cheek like he was a soft little baby, before the anger of what those basement dwellers just caused rose up in your chest again, and you had to move your eyes to the wall to let out a cathartic grunt. “Especially when like, it was live and I just had to sit there and take it, or be called worse things if I fought back an-“ You cut yourself off there, moving back to look at Kurt now.

He shifted his head, nodding once. “Go on. It’s okay. I’m right here baby.” His almost stern posture turned caring in his last sentence, rubbing your hand on top of his arm.

You shrunk into Kurts jacket. “I was worried you’d lose some of your fans if I let out some... particularly, harsh comebacks.”

Kurts laugh caught you off guard. You didn’t really think it seemed appropriate, until Kurts versions of events started to make sense as he asked “Yeah? Can I hear some of em?” You chuckled back then. “Especially if they’re Bobby related!” You squealed as his hands came to tickle at your waist, trying to fight him off breathlessly as he held you on his lap with just his legs, only able to fight off his wiggling fingers when he’d gotten a few good laughs out of you.

“Yeah yeah-“ you slapped down his left hand again as you saw it aiming for your hip, relishing in his cooing giggles as he laid you agaisnt his chest once more, not showing his teeth anymore but smiling still as you continued.

“And like, God, it just sucked when dono’s would say things about me out loud in public. I mean, the stares I got.” You looked up at him, to see if he remembered what you were talking about.

He bit the inside of his cheek in thought, it reminded you of a squirrel. “Yeah, I mean I’d stay up like, literally pulling my hair out, on nights you weren’t there because I didn’t know if I should turn off donos in public or if people would stop donating if I did.”

This surprised you a little. You knew Kurt could get very easily overstimulated by stress, especially if it was about his influencer career, but it hurt you to know he was hurting just as much when he was alone. You gave his hair a couple of soft strokes, but Kurt seemed too busy thinking. “Although, I’m glad we still haven’t gotten someo-some idiot, donating to call out a fake bomb threat, like that guy we saw last month.”

“Oh yeahhhh.” You hit his arm in remeberence. Jesus the amount of brain cells some of Kurts fans, at least on his twitch, seemed to have, you were surprised they hadn’t done anything at stupid as that yet. Although it made your heart swell with pride to hear Kurt indirectly call at least his fans that deserved it ‘idiots’, even if it was behind closed doors.

You sighed, collapsing against him, not expecting Kurt to just accept your weight, and willingly lay down, so you were basically laying vertically on his lap. Not that either of you minded. You wiggled around a little, stretching your legs on his and settling you head on his chest, happiness sinking into you own as you let him play with your hair. Positions like this, with you, were always Kurts happy place.

“I dunno.” You sighed, stretching, and Kurt thought you looked like Luna or Dozier when they were pups doing that, in either case, it was cute. “I guess all the negativity just really got to me. I mean I know you’re the professional”- you didn’t miss the way Kurts chest puffed up beneath you at that word- “you’ve been doing it for ten years. But I’m just not used to it I guess. Even though I missed spending time with you, at least if I stayed away from all social media, yours and my own, I didn’t have to see any more insecurities I hadn’t figured out on my own yet.”

“Y-you have nothing to w-to be i-insecure about y/n.” Kurt bent rather awkwardly to kiss your head, but the peck was sweet, stroking through your hair till you clsoed your eyes, cheek smushed against his shirt.

“You’re amazing. Ju-s-beautiful. Way smarter than me.”

“Stop itttt.” You warned with a quick swat to his chest, not liking when he talked down on hismelf like that. Even if that was what you were kind of doing right now. Kurt took your hand and kissed it.

“Drop dead gorgeous, my lil Kurtie.” He nuzzled into your hand, teasing you with the nickname.

You giggled “Yeah, yeah, thank you beautiful boy.”

Kurt giggled back in response, always eating up your praise. Similar to how he was mouthing at your ear like a baby with a toothing toy. You flicked him off of you before he could drool more, enjoying his laughter even if he had tried to swallow you whole. It did cause you a snort of a laugh. But you still had hurt simmering in you just a little.

It mostly came out when you weren’t looking at Kurt again. Just like it did once you’d wiped your ear clean, and were left with your bedroom walls, and a bubbling sigh. “I wish some of those dicks would just drop dead.”

“So do I y/n.”

You nodded, leaning back into his warmth again with a sigh. Kurt, no matter how he was, or other people thought he was, always made you feel safe.

“You’re just... you’re not-you’re so much more than my-those assholes say.” Kurt kissed your hand again, because he could feel you smelling his shirt and it made his entire body feel all fuzzy, like it sometimes did with you. “A-A-And you know, I know I’m not, like, the best, with words.” You kissed his chest and Kurts hand felt like it was vibrating in yours, not physically, just from the fuzzy feeling swelling. “But I don’t think what any of them have said is true.”

You rested your chin gently on his collarbone, even adoring the way he peered down at you from this angle. “You really don’t?” It was what you’d needed to hear, just once. You should’ve just asked him sooner.

“No. ‘f course not. And, I love you y/n. You know that babe. But I’ll say it again. I love you.” He sat up on his elbows then, jaw dropping into a puppet like smile as he dramatically rolled his head. “I love you!”

You attempted to sit up yourself, bracing his hips as you chortled. “You’re so goofy.” Hands leaving him when you gained more balance on your midsection.

“You’re never ever getting away from me!” Kurt lunged at you with a fake roar, smile still wide as you squealed, being wrapped into his hug and pulled impossibly closer on his lap as he kissed you all over, even if it was mostly on your clothes as you were wearing a jacket, he just kissed you harder there. Paying special attention to your face and exposed skin as you shrieked, screaming more as Kurt roared to press a large open mouthed kiss that was more of a fake bite to your neck, his knees coming to hold your arms in place so his hands could tickle you once more.

You tried to turn your head and break free of his hold as you laughed like you couldn’t breathe, only causing an “Oh nooo you don’t gorgeous!” as he suckered you in with kisses, his hands reaching your back now as he stroked up and down your shoulder blades. Once his lips had finally met yours, slowing down and just pulling you in like that, his only focus on kissing you. And you were both all smiles as you did so.

There was just a moment or so where Kurt held you. Your back was to his chest so neither of you could see the others faces, but feeling Kurts warm chest puff beneath yours with every breath, even if occasionally one was shaky, was enough to calm you just a little. Both of you had remained silent, and the tranquility had let you both relive the biggest fight the two of you had ever had just minutes ago. One where you almost yelled at Kurt to leave your life forever, to quit your relationship. With a small gasp your thoughts abandoned you as you felt Kurts lips against your neck, not kissing or sucking, or smiling, just moving slowly as he drawled out his first few words.

“You yelled at me.”

They shattered your stupid heart.

You turned to him, trying not to let the panic show in your features, but regret was still clearly smacked in there. “I know. I know baby, I’m so sorry.”

You held Kurt’s flushed face in your hands, just slightly pressing agaisnt his cheeks. And that’s when his burning eyes started to trickle with tears again. “An-“ he gulped “And I yelled at you too?” He looked right into your eyes and he just broke.

Emotions were running very high today.

“Ohhhh it’s okay sweetheart. It’s alright.” You promised, holding his cheeks so lovingly as you wiped away any tears that dared to leak. “All in the past now huh?” You hummed. Kurt nodded in your safe hold. “And we’ll try not to yell again, right?”

“Right.” Kurt placed his hands on your face now, but in a more secure hold. His hands itched at you, and you could tell that tingly feeling had reached his fingers again, the way he spread them restlessly over and over against your cheekbones. He spoke desperately “I won’t yell at you again, I promise y/n.”

“I know, me neither Kurtie.” You nodded, smiling as his head slowly followed along, lips puffed slightly with tears, in your hold. You knew it wasn’t as simple as that, but right now it really felt like it. It felt like you’d never want to yell at your sweet boyfriend again. And you knew it was just what Kurt needed to hear right now. You stroked over his features dotingly.

“Scared me.”

Kurts small voice almost shot you into a daze of panic. But it was said so... helplessly, defeatedly, you almost didn’t hear the murmur. You let Kurt’s face go and he dropped yours, licking his lips as if he was happy when you went to hold his hands, even if they were tucked away in his sleeves.

“What? By yelling sweatpea?” You asked unsure.

Kurt shook his head. “Scar-was scared.” He quickly corrected himself. Shaking his head for a different reason that time, itching at his sore eyes with his dampened sleeve as he tried to keep his mind straight. “I was scared, you were gonna l-le-leave m-me. Y-You asked-“ he shuddered a breath “you were gonna ask me to go away...”

You melted. Emotionally and physically, falling the upper half of your body into his lap as it felt like your heart dropped further and further like an anchor. Deciding to wrap your arms around his middle when you were there, you leant your tear stained cheek against his soft tummy, looking up at him with a frown. “Kurt, I’m so sorry.”

Kurt sniffed an “it’s okay” before you could continue. It just made you hold him closer, not missing the soft whine that escaped him when you did so, or the fact his warm hand had slipped down the back of your shirt near your neck to trace patterns with his chewed fingernails.

“No it’s not. I never ever, want you to go Kurt.

Kurt hiccuped, and you made sure to look him in the eye so you knew he really belived you, gingerly taking his wrist and using his own sleeve to fondly wipe a small stream of snot escaping his nose. Kurt gave a small laugh, wiping at his nose with a sniff, before thoughtfully rolling his sleeves up to his elbow to continue his mapping of your face with his fingers. They were tapping at the plump of your lips when you continued.

“I didn’t want you to leave then and I certainly don’t now. I’ll never, ever send you away Kurt I promise. Not unless you ask me to. And even then I think you’ll have a pretty hard time buddy.” That was meant to make him laugh a little again, even accompanying it with the tiniest of jabs to his hips. But this time Kurt didn’t laugh. His eyes stayed trained on the small area of your skin he could see from where his hand made space underneath your top, even if your hair fawned over some of it. But a few seconds later he was looking into your eyes, and the seriousness of it almost made you jump in his lap.

“I don’t want you to be scared of me.”

Out of all his emotional statements today that one had shocked you the most. “Why would I ever be scared of you?” You asked concerned, gently rubbing circles into his thigh at such a question. You always wanted to know what was going on his his little mind. Even sometimes still he wouldn’t tell you.

Instead of answering, or at least not yet, Kurt did make you jump this time, although you tried to hide it for Kurt’s sake, by quickly moving his arms and picking you up, shifting you so you were sitting, upright in his lap again, but so he could go into your chest.

With an unsure look to your bedroom wall, you ran your hand through Kurt’s hair in the way you knew he liked it. But seemingly Kurt wasn’t tucked away with you enough, as he bent as far as he could so he could try and hide himself against your tummy. Now it was your turn to coo, and swipe his hair from his face so you could see his expressions better. “Kurt I promise you one thing, you could never scare me.”

Kurt didn’t respond to that. You’d at least expected a nod. But you understood. This must all be hard for him, he was clearly bouncing from range to range of emotions which he already struggled dealing with, and with this being your biggest argument yet... you could understand Kurt.

And in doing so. You decided to try and change the subject. “Hey.” You said smoothly, nudging your boyfriend with your elbow. “So about what you said earlier.”

Kurt panicked a little, but when he saw your smile and slightly raised eyebrows, he assumed he was alright. “Uh. What part?”

You took in a leisurely sigh as you pet him. “The bit about me being, oh I dunno, all the good things in the world, in your world?” You wondered if you’d grow a bigger ego hanging around Kurt this much.

He nodded this time. “Yeah, baby?” He kissed you treasuringly.

“So do you mean to say, that, I’m all the good things in Kurtsworld?”

Kurt blinked rapidly, as a smirk grew on your face. Kurt hadn’t even thought of that. And you could tell.

He blinked some more, before an equal smile started to form. He didn’t let you take it in for long though before he surprise attacked you with kisses, rolling on top of you in your bed, with one long final smack of his lips, nodding affirmatively. “Yes. Yes you are.”

You giggled, reaching up for his face and pulling him closer as you were able to kiss him like normal now. No desperate need for either to not run off, no massive act to show how much you yearned for each other. You just both allowed yourself to be in love.

And it was heavenly. Kurt finally relaxed. Enough so he could manage his thoughts again, thinking up his own little ideas as you were happy to just lie there and let him run a finger up and down your arm slowly, jabbing him in the hip when he came too close to your pit. Kurt only laughed when you did so, he could tickle you later, for now he was contented to just be at peace with you. And for a running a mile a minute kind of guy, that tranquility was almost rare for the two of you.

“You know, I don’t care about documenting you, or whatever bull crap.” Kurt spoke up, finger tracing over your smooth skin. “Not if it means los-not ha-having you.” His hands clutched at your top lightly. “I need you y/n.” Before slowly loosening his grip. “You don’t have to be a collaborator y’know?”

It made you smile way he said it. The way he showed his love and ideas and the way he was looking at just a piece of you, just your arm, right in this moment.

“And I don’t wanna tell fans off just for some stupid drama channels. I’ll make a video. I’ll make more if they don’t stop.” Kurt looked to you now, gripping your chin. Your smile stayed planted. “But I’m gonna do it for you y/n. So you know that they’re just stupid, baby. That you’re not what you think everyone thinks, and definitely not what I think.”

The seriousness in his face made you melt with reassurance, nodding in thanks under his grasp, only let go as you moved in to kiss him again. When you pulled back, he was wearing a funnier look, twisted lips and needy, but open, eyes.

“Just... maybe a couple of pictures on my Instagram, a-and my stories?”

You only nodded, listening to him. You could swing that.

“And you don’t have to do any v-videos with me, maybe you could just... pop into my live sometimes to say hi. That would be nice.” Kurt licked his lips as he waited for your answer, but truth be told, you loved watching the man talk. And talk he could do, for days. So you compromised, much like he was asking you to do, by humming. “Go on.

Kurt seemed to understand this was good, and he trusted you. He shimmied a little on top of you in his excitement to share. “A-And just like one or t-two clips of you in my vlogs, even if it’s behind the scenes stuff, l-like” he looked at you and you were smiling wide, which only encouraged a small cheeky, happy, smile from him “like you holding my hand down the street, or walking in my room.” You didn’t miss the blush Kurt still got when talking about this stuff. “Maybe just like a scene of me taking you on a date to the park or something. I could find some dogs for you to play with. That’d be cute I think. I mean, I think you’d like that part.”

“Actually,” you shuffled a little closer to him, pressing your hands to his chest but not to push him away, in fact, you were pulling him in by his tee, smoothing your fingers up his torso, not missing the little gulp his throat from even your more loving touches. “I think I’d like it better being a bit more active in your content. Versus just background stuff I can’t control as much, does that make sense?”

Kurt nodded his head eagerly, you could almost see him drooling you were sure. Oh and there it was at the corner of his lips. He was lucky he was so cute. And at how bright his eyes were at your mention of being with him in something he loved so much, you couldn’t help but laugh into the next kiss you shared with him, only giggling louder as Kurt laughed too. Humming as you both ate up each other’s cackles in what you could only think of a just such a happy kiss.

So you would be in posts with ‘him and his girlfriend around the town’, and also the casual pictures of just you he’d upload because one side of his accounts was just him worshipping you. Pictures you hadn’t even realised he’d taken, as someone was talking to you about your hat in the park, or of you simply laying your feet on him watching tv, all captioned with quotes like ‘stream break with my girl, isn’t she the best?’ You didn’t even know about one of his undercover fan accounts that was just a shrine to you.

Nor all the pictures of you sleeping, but they were just for him.

Even the pictures you’d upload to your Instagram got overwhelming amounts of love, from your and Kurt’s fans. As well as from your irl, and new internet, friends.

And while he wouldn’t stream him picking you up from work, which he excitedly realised meant he got kisses as soon as he saw you again in the day, you would go home and try your hand at a level for his new gaming video that he was stuck on, even if it was just him trying to prove to some of his more shitheaded fans how difficult the level was.

Even if he didn’t directly say “shitheaded fans” he would call individuals out when necessary. He didn’t want to do it every time he caught a glimmer of something, because he understood overkill after you thoroughly explained it before your first stream together in months, and he didn’t want to embarrass you. But after a few call outs, even using their users, in his first stream, negative comments about you dwindled significantly.

They’d never stop completely, but you knew that. Your favourite time was beating the final boss in the new triple A game Kurt had even been allowed early access to, high fiving your boyfriend so hard you saw him wince even as he cheered, and wtaching Kurt turn to his camera and yell “See?! See how fucking awesome my girlfriend is!?! Beat that punks!” And you had to say you adored the way he called them punks. And your celebratory kiss and cuddle afterwards ended up trending on Twitter because everyone ate it up as shipper fuel. The number one edit was by a person who’d aptly changed their username to “GamerGirlY/n96”.

You even got more involved in behind the scenes stuff. Kurt would be performing a sketch (with dialogue you’d ‘edited’ for him) and at the end he’d bow, taking his wig off like a hat before throwing it at the camera, actually hitting it, as he told his viewers “Thank you to the lovely y/n for buying me that wig grocery shopping for us this week!” You didn’t miss that he was trying to insert the fact you’d both end up buying groceries for each other most times, but you also adored that he so clumsily wanted to share that. Especially as he continued his short thank you credits with a slightly out of breath “Guys, I love her so much.” to his fans.

And with even helping him with his audience when you weren’t in front of the camera, you still got praise, which was now much much more common that criticism.

And as Kurt hid himself into your cheek, too red and flushed and giggling, as you hid into his hair, the both of you snuggled close together under the covers to read the comments on your recent viral tiktok, which were all “wow, Kurt’s gf laughing behind the camera is sooooo cute!”

[findroleplay]

✨🕊️ hi all! im looking for a few different fandoms at the moment. im looking to rp on discord with people who are 18+, as i am 22. i am totally fine with darker plot lines in roleplays, a lot of what im looking for is angst, hurt/comfort, i love it all. of course im totally okay with more gentle stuff like fluff and all that. im generally semi-lit to lit, it honestly ranges and depends on what my rp partner likes to write and what we find to be most comfortable with. im comfortable writing most dead dove topics, and have no triggers.

if we happen to have the same love interest, I don’t mind writing the same character for you in a different thread, or if you want a different fandom, im willing to do research on that fandom if I don’t know it!

fandoms that im looking for are below with the love interests attached:

— Fargo 5: Gator Tillman

— Spree: Kurt Kunkle

— Stranger Things: Steve Harrington

— Hazbin Hotel: Alastor and/or Vox

— Non Fandom

- for non fandom, im looking for more horror type plots. i do like to double up so we’re both getting exactly what we’re looking for!

please don’t hesitate to interact with this, and I’ll reach out to you asap! <3

-

[patheticlittlemen]

ALL ABOUT ME

[Kurt Kunkle x Female Reader]

Chapter 4- You’re Supposed to Hold Me Down

Words: 1011

Warnings: Aggressive behavior from a man☹️

You know you shouldn’t be feeling this way about Kurt, you have a boyfriend after all. As you walk toward your apartment, you wonder if giving Kurt your number was too far. Rick isn’t always the best, but he tries to be a good partner.

Rick is sitting on the couch as you enter. Before you can even say hello, he starts crying. Utterly confused and concerned, you rush towards him.

“What’s wrong?” You say, worried. Rick turns away, tears streaming down his face.

“Rick, look at me. What’s wrong?” Rick hesitantly turns to face you, sniffling.

“I fucked up.” He mumbled. You feel your heart drop and the color drain from your face.

“What happened?” You whisper, not sure if you really want to know.

“I was fucked up, I didn’t know what I was doing.”

“You’re gonna need to be more specific.” You say, fear turning into frustration.

“At the party, I kissed another girl. And Bobby got it on camera..he said he was going to send it to you.” He blubbered. You stare at him, entirely speechless.

“Would you have told me if Bobby hadn’t said that?”

“What?”

“Would you have told me if Bobby hadn’t said that?” You emphasize each word and Rick seems to be caught off guard.

“I mean… I,” he stammers. “O-of course, why wouldn’t I?”

Something snapped in you that moment. You remember every nasty word he said phrased as a joke, every time he left you alone at parties, the unsatisfying sex. The obligation you felt to be with him disappeared in that second. 3 years just gone.

“I’m so sorry, I can fix things. I’ll make it right, I promise.” He sobbed as he noticed the change in your demeanor.

“I can’t do this. Rick, I can’t keep living like this. I…I’m done.” Rick stares at you, shocked.

You open your mouth to say something else when Rick rushes towards you and grabs you by your shoulders.

“Don’t you hear me? I can fix this! You can’t just leave me.” He yelled, gripping your shoulders harder.

“Rick, you’re hurting m-“ You get cut off as Rick weakly pushes you away, falling on the couch and sobbing.

Shocked by what happened, you stand frozen for a second. Trying to process everything and figure out what to do, you see Rick sit up and wipe his nose. He looks pitiful and childish, with red eyes and snot running down his face. Despite the hatred you feel at the moment, you also feel bad for him.

“Can you just go? I don’t care how long, I just need to be alone.” You say, looking away from Rick. When you look back, he sniffs and nods.

Luckily it doesn’t take long for Rick to pack enough to be gone for a few days, and you sit at the table until he leaves. You managed to keep it together while he was here, but now that he’s gone you just fall apart. You sob until there are no tears left and wrap your arms around yourself, feeling pathetic. Regardless of the seriousness of the situation, you can’t feel but find some humor in the timing of your thoughts about Kurt.

After sitting for a minute and pulling yourself together, you decide the best decision is to be gone sooner than later. You grab your phone, remembering that your friend Nellie’s roommate moved out recently. Through your bleary, dry eyes you see a message from a random number that must be Kurt. You decide you would address that later and call Nellie.

It’s nice to hear a comforting voice and Nellie immediately agrees to let you stay with her. A lot of your anxiety is gone with having found a safe place to be, but you know you need help if you want to be completely out soon. Kurt messages you again and you get an idea.

Unknown Number: Hey, it’s Kurt😁

Unknown Number: I’m editing our video right now!

Adding Kurt’s number to your contacts, you laugh a little at the fact that Kurt is actually editing the video, praying it’s better than his boba shop one.

Y/N: Hi Kurt :)

Y/N: Can I ask a favor of you?

Kurt: Of course! What’s up?

Y/N: I’m moving out and could use some help moving a few things. Hopefully it won’t be a lot and I’m not going far

Kurt: I can do that, when do you want my help?

Y/N: Preferably tomorrow morning, but whenever you’re able is great

Kurt: Can do!

You thank Kurt profusely and send your address, agreeing to have him come over at 11, while Nellie would be at work. Getting out of the chair and starting to pack felt like an impossible task, but you manage to stand up and at least get in the shower. While taking your time letting the warm water calm you, you realize that the strange feeling that had been nagging at you all day was gone. Whether overwhelmed by the sadness you felt now or it having just dissipated, you are just glad to have it gone.

Tears come on and off as you pack your things, grateful you found boxes shoved into a closet. Luckily the apartment came furnished so you don’t have to worry about anything like that.

When you finish putting everything of yours into boxes, you’re surprised to see how few boxes you had to fill. You have one large box and two medium ones, glad that it would probably fit in Kurt’s car. After bringing all the boxes to the living room, you walk through the house to make sure you got everything and finish in the bedroom, exhausted and ready to sleep.

You stare at the bed for a minute before deciding to sleep on the couch. Any physical pain you woke up with would be better than the emotional pain that came with waking up in that bed. As soon as you get yourself comfortable, your eyes shut and you’re asleep in no time.

[darkrpfinders]

✨🕊️ hi all! im looking for a few different fandoms at the moment. im looking to rp on discord with people who are 18+. i am totally fine with darker plot lines in roleplays, a lot of what im looking for is angst, hurt/comfort, i love it all. of course im totally okay with more gentle stuff like fluff and all that. im generally semi-lit to lit, it honestly ranges and depends on what my rp partner likes to write and what we find to be most comfortable with. im comfortable writing most dead dove topics, and have no triggers.

if we happen to have the same love interest, I don’t mind writing the same character for you in a different thread, or if you want a different fandom, im willing to do research on that fandom if I don’t know it!

fandoms that im looking for are below with the love interests attached:

— Fargo 5: Gator Tillman

— Spree: Kurt Kunkle

— Stranger Things: Steve Harrington

— Non Fandom

- for non fandom, im looking for more horror type plots. i do like to double up so we’re both getting exactly what we’re looking for!

please don’t hesitate to interact with this, and I’ll reach out to you asap! <3

.

[findyourrp]

✨ hi all! im looking for a few different fandoms at the moment. im looking to rp on discord with people who are 18+. i am totally fine with darker plot lines in roleplays, a lot of what im looking for is angst, hurt/comfort, i love it all. of course im totally okay with more gentle stuff like fluff and all that. im generally semi-lit to lit, it honestly ranges and depends on what my rp partner likes to write and what we find to be most comfortable with.

if we happen to have the same love interest, I don’t mind writing the same character for you in a different thread, or if you want a different fandom, im willing to write any of joe keery’s characters for you if that’s something you’d like.

fandoms that im looking for are below with the love interests attached:

— Fargo 5: Gator Tillman

— Spree: Kurt Kunkle

— Stranger Things: Steve Harrington

please don’t hesitate to interact with this, and I’ll reach out to you asap! <3

.

[prpfz]

✨🕊️ hi all! im looking for a few different fandoms at the moment. im looking to rp on discord with people who are 18+. i am totally fine with darker plot lines in roleplays, a lot of what im looking for is angst, hurt/comfort, i love it all. of course im totally okay with more gentle stuff like fluff and all that. im generally semi-lit to lit, it honestly ranges and depends on what my rp partner likes to write and what we find to be most comfortable with. im comfortable writing most dead dove topics, and have no triggers.

if we happen to have the same love interest, I don’t mind writing the same character for you in a different thread, or if you want a different fandom, im willing to do research on that fandom if I don’t know it!

fandoms that im looking for are below with the love interests attached:

— Fargo 5: Gator Tillman

— Spree: Kurt Kunkle

— Stranger Things: Steve Harrington

— Non Fandom

- for non fandom, im looking for more horror type plots. i do like to double up so we’re both getting exactly what we’re looking for!

please don’t hesitate to interact with this, and I’ll reach out to you asap! <3

give a like and anon will get back to you

[little-bumblebeeee]

introducing myself :)

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I go by L or Liam (mostly L) :) My birthday is on April 20th

My obvious obsessions are joe keery, joe quinn, stranger things, steddie, will wood, etc, but I also like true crime and stuff :]

Moonlight part 1 (werewolf Steve x vampire Eddie, pre s4)

Moonlight part 2

Moonlight part 3

(I think we got up to part 6 but I can’t find them to put the links)

More to come! (Currently on hiatus for personal reasons)

I will do angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, pining, best friend pining, enemies to lovers, oblivious reader or character, I can also just do friends, no lovers! Or family! Possibly smut

pls request if u want. I'll do:

STRANGER THINGS

•Steve Harrington x reader (any pronouns)

•Eddie Munson x reader (any pronouns)

•Stevie Harrington x reader (any pronouns)

•Steddie

•Robin Buckley x fem or gn reader

•Max Mayfield x reader (any pronouns)

•Lucas Sinclair x reader (any pronouns)

•Dustin Henderson x reader (any pronouns)

•Jane Hopper x reader (any pronouns)

I’m so sorry, but I no longer do Heathers. I felt uncomfortable writing it, mainly because it wasn’t much my style

I no longer do Harry Potter for obvious reasons

OTHER

•Kurt Kunkle X reader (any pronouns)

•Walter "Keys" Mckey x reader (any pronouns)

•Joe Keery X reader (any pronouns)

•Joseph quinn X reader (any pronouns)

•Gator Tillman X reader (any pronouns)

•Baron x reader (any pronouns) (will do after I watch marmalade)

•Eric aqpdo x reader (any pronouns)