I'm a gummy bear

by orphan_account

Summary:

Kurt x male reader oneshots because I need something to do rn, I'm bored

Requests are open!

It's probably gonna be messed up half the time due to the nature of Kurt. I don't support the actions that I'll write about, this is all digital and I separate myself from it outside the internet.

Enjoy!!

Chapter 1

The sound of a muffled voice was your first wake up warning, the second was the obvious steps you could hear coming towards the room you were currently imprisoned in.

He was coming.

Another livestream to the endless list of ones he does.

When will it stop?

 

These thoughts are silenced momentarily, his socks coming into your sight of the floor. You don't wanna look up. You don't wanna submit to him. Them. All of those...."fans" .

He doesn't even say anything to you. All his social skills, whatever scraps of it he had, were used only for the camera. They all probably thought this was a joke. A prankster and his boyfriend, just acting out something silly for clout. But oh were they so wrong.

Your wrists rubbed against the cuffs they were in cased in, slightly jingling to which he was alerted. His head turning away from the phone was nauseating

 

God. You wanna puke.

 

"Let's get you up, the chat wants you to come with me on my spree runs"

You could practically hear the joy in his voice. The attention was just egging him on.

You didn't respond, though. Just barely giving a nod before you let him uncuff you.

As he picks you up while balancing his phone in one hand, you can't help the single tear that falls from your eye.

God, you wanna go home.

Nobody will ever know, you, yn ln are forced into these livestreams against your will. You hope they feel bad once the police uncover your dead corpse. Maybe they'll leave some expensive flowers on your grave.

To this suffering man, yourself, that would be just fine.

Chapter 2: Look for the gummy bear album in stores on november 13th

Summary:

Thanks for the love xoxo

Here's male reader x Kurt again, this time it's serial killer reader.

Enjoy.

You were really gonna lose it if you heard that God forsaken song play again.

Blasting off in the distance, through the paper-thin walls of Kurts lonely house, was the gummy bear song playing on repeat.

You honestly weren't sure if he had a victim or if he was just having a mental breakdown off camera, scratch that, on camera. Didn't know didn't care, but that music had to stop.

As you quietly tip-toed around the mess of a house, the music getting louder with each step, you see a head of brown greasy hair come into view. Oh. He's asleep. Well that explains it.

Let's be honest, any sane person would take this chance the second they got it, captors asleep? Run. Again, that's what any sane person would probably do. You weren't really sane though. Not by the laws standards. You were also a serial killer.

Kurt was going to be one of your victims, but it only took a few minutes conversing with his awkward self to completely convince you otherwise. So, as to worm your way into his heart, you reacted kindly while he quite obviously took the wrong turn. Even when his stream chat kept saying gross shit about you on the donations.

Kindness can go a long, long way. Especially if it's painfully obvious this greasy awkward man is lacking it. It was almost too hard to keep the smile off your face when you had reached for a water, resulting in a smack to the hand followed by a rushed stream of "sorry" "I didn't mean" "the waters warm" etc. God he was cute.

Anyways back to the present, you had been taken home by him, of course after youd found out how sloppy he was with hiding evidence and bodies, you took on the responsibility of scene cleaner. It didn't really bother you, it's better to leave the job to someone with experience anyways.

He'd never get rid of you, if you didn't want to leave then you wouldn't. He probably got the jist after his views increased tremendously from you. Who knew you'd be another famous streamer?

Ah, Kurt. Kurt Kurt Kurt Kurt Kurt.

That damn gummy bear addict.

Gooood. Your Kurt. That little punk that somehow gets your heart pumping with love and adoration. You're definitely sporting an immature smile as you turn off the music and pick him up. Yup, right onto your chest he goes. Gotta love being taller here.

His soft breathing had you taking extra care when entering his bed, his tucked in snoozing form slowly rising and falling. Lovely. Beautiful.

It's almost too comfortable as you close your eyes, letting the warm bed whisk you away.

And yet again, the house was silent. Another day. Another day.

Notes:

I honestly forget I post half of these, I have a very foggy mind rn.

I'll be posting more soon though, thanks people.

 

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Chapter 3: Yes I’m a gummy bear

Notes:

I ate a piece of chicken and a part of it was randomly chewy and crunchy so now ur getting shitty last minute writing (kidding, I’m not upset about chicken.)

I keep forgetting my works exist.

“Kurt, pull over” a mumble as they clench the door handle tightly whilst clutching their stomach and

Oh

Oh. They were trembling

“No-can do, gotta keep the fans happy yknow?” His grin almost seemed innocent,

the chemicals coming back up their throat deemed him otherwise.

“Kurt. Kurt please, I c—“

the car came to a sharp halt as a fist curled its way into their hair, yanking it back and crashing their head against the driver-side window violently,

It was after the fifth smash that Kurt let go and gently tuts

“If you puke they won’t like it,” he hums as he checks his phone by taking it from the pop-out stand it was sitting in

He continues talking to the camera, their bleeding body worrying him zero.

They huff and slowly curl into themselves to prevent further sickness, a hand examining their face for injury. When they felt their nose in a farther off direction than it was supposed to be they hiccuped and held their breath to calm down.

“Lmao where the dumbass male wifey at Kurt” the donation ping rang, mockingly loud, as Kurts focused eyes immediately snapped to said male in the car with him.

“Hes just preparing for the next stream” Kurts delusional grin spread wide,

“Make sure to subscribe for more at Kurtsworld96” he shamelessly plugged before cutting the stream off

The sob that ripped out from their chest echoed for miles before the next stream.

Notes:

Genuinely I hate this one but I haven’t written anything for at-least a year now so.

Much thanks for the love, xoxo everyone. ❤️

-Unfinishedparagraph

Chapter 4: Heatwaves been fucking w me

Summary:

HIII im still mentally ill, but that won’t stop me from writing my favorite crazy Kurt Kunkle :)

this one is vlogger reader x rich streamer Kurt

The idea is his mom died (reasons behind that up to you) and Kurt lives off the hefty inheritance she left behind for him cuz even if he was an annoying fuck he’s still Kurt mwa

im not using y/n i refuse to. Also anyone got good beta suggestions? I can't find anyone to go over my chapters :’(

anyways love you all, enjoy !!

The months of summer never passed fast enough, inflatable pools being set up and beach trips becoming inevitable within this heatwave. This found Kurt outside more often than not, with the exception of having a few gaming streams to indulge his fan base.

It was the same schedule, down to the very last detail; Kurt would wake up at the same time, turn the camera on within minutes, go through his daily morning routine while talking to the rare few viewers he got and starting his journey to the nearby public beach in search of interesting content, anything to get his name circulating.

Living off an inheritance was such a blessing, but so goddamn lonely. Kurt could keep a conversation sure, but he couldn’t keep friends. Sometimes if he was desperate he’d pay others to film streams with him by the hour, as soon as a paycheck was given they were gone. It was a vicious cycle. Kurt hates the throb of loneliness it gives him,

which is why this situation caught him off guard, in the midst of building a sandcastle with yet another paid off stranger he saw an angel itself gracing the earth, a man practically radiating beauty with each sway of his hips down the sand, his attention placed solely on the go-pro held high above him as he appeared to be having a conversation to himself. Kurt had to stop himself from openly gaping at the sight,

“Hey, hey. Hey!!” A voice nagged, tearing Kurt’s vision right back to the stranger crouched in the sand beside him helping build the half-assed sand castle in front of his propped up phone. “Off in lala land? Forget it— The hours over. I want my promised pay, so hurry up. Got things to do.” The grumbling voice continued, holding out a hand and gesturing for the cash with a hard glare.

“Yes, yes, just one minute,” Kurt sighed out, holding back a scoff as he dug around his wallet for the right amount. His mind kept him occupied with flashes of that gorgeous stranger, the way he swept across the sand as if it wasn’t burning hot, an amused smile sitting on his face while he disappeared with the salty breeze. Money. Right.

A wad of cash was hovered over the awaiting hand before being yanked back abruptly, “ah, ah, ah. One more thing and I’ll give you extra” he reasoned with a wolfish grin crossing his face, the stranger rolled their eyes but nodded, “Fine. Ok. What?” they deadpanned

“Any names for that guy, the one with the camera by the waves,” Kurt let himself stare a little longer at the figure before turning back to his money hungry servant for the last hour, watching with satisfaction as their expression turned to one of recognition before nodding in boredom

“Yeah, that’s vlogwithreader7743. Or Reader Lastname, whatever the fuck he goes by. Not really my cup of tea, dude had a few collabs with celebrities or something. Hella boring but people follow him for his traveling vlogs.” They rambled off, going to stop each time as if to remember more about the mystery man. Reader. His name was Reader. Kurt could already feel himself getting curious. Did he also like fame? The thrill of eyes watching him? The addiction that came with active viewers around the world? Oh he could already imagine it, waking up alongside another body for once. Someone to share routines with.

A flick to the shoulder shattered Kurt’s daydreaming, the cash being snatched from his relaxed palm while his eyes flicked around in awareness. Oh right. “My bad man, thanks for joining me with this weeks castle stream. You can follow me for next weeks at—“ he didn’t get to finish as the stranger clearly had enough and stomped off in impatience. Oh well,

Vlogwithreader7743, they said? Kurt had some googling to do. He said his goodbyes to the camera before letting his mask fall and a wide smile bled into his face, he loved a new opportunity to gain fame, and the guys features just added to it. He was in for a good game, and Kurt never liked losing.

“Oh, Reader..” a shiver ran up Readers back as he quickly rubbed his shoulders with one hand, taking a quick glance around with a frown before turning back to his camera, oblivious to the danger blended into his surroundings. If only he knew what the future held.

boo.

Notes:

I’ve decided to stop fearing the archive curse and will try writing more for the few Kurt fans out there, the day male reader becomes a common tag is the day I can die peacefully. Peace y’all!! -Unfinishedparagraph