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haddonfieldwhore · 5 months

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agree to disagree - hayden christensen

hayden christensen x gn!reader

word count: 1k 🎧 hayden playlist

summary: you and your boyfriend hayden cheer for different hockey teams, which leads to some playful arguments

warnings: none just fluff, reader is a seattle fan but honestly you could imagine any other nhl team besides the leafs, slightly suggestive at the end maybe

being canadian, hayden had always been a hockey fan, and always a toronto maple leafs fans at that; some of the most stubbornly dedicated fans there were in the national hockey league. while you hadn’t always been as invested in the sport as he was, your casual enjoyment was enough for you to watch games with him at the start of your relationship, and he was happy to see you fall in love with it as he had. the only problem was you hadn’t exactly fallen in love with the same team he had, instead declaring yourself a seattle fan after watching them play.

tonight was one of the odd times each season that your respective teams would be playing eachother, which always made things interesting for you and hayden.

“listen you know the deal; i can be a good sport and cheer them on when they’re playing any other team…” hayden smiled, while setting down a selection of snacks and drinks for during the game.

“i understand- they’ve brainwashed you from a young age into thinking they’re a good team to cheer for. there’s no hope for you now,” you teased, sitting down on the loveseat and flipping to the right channel. he shook his head but laughed, smiling as he sat next to you.

“yeah and remind me again, what was your team doing back then? oh right, they didn’t exist yet.”

“yeah- whatever. when was the last time the leafs won the stanley cup?” you smiled, and he nodded jokingly, leaning in to give you a kiss. you smiled against his lips, enjoying the playful competitiveness that hockey brought out in the both of you.

the game was off to a rough start for your team, with the leafs quickly gaining the lead and keeping it through most of the first. you had curled into hayden’s side, his arm over your shoulders.

“we can still put money on this if you want to,” he smiled, kissing the top of your head.

“i thought canadians were supposed to be nice-“

“i know i know, i’m sorry.”

“that’s more in character,” you laughed, leaning into his chest as his arms wrapped around you.

•

you groaned as mitch marner scored his third goal of the game for toronto, and hayden tried not to laugh at your reaction.

“he hasn’t scored in 9 games and now he has a hat trick-“

“someone’s starting to sound like a sore loser-“

“yes, well it’s very nice that he’s remembered how to play, but he could’ve waited until tomorrow,” you whined, and this time hayden couldn’t hold back his laughter, his chest shaking as he buried his face in the crook of your neck.

“you’re funny.”

“i hate you for getting me into hockey.”

hayden laughed again as he peppered kisses up the side of your neck.

“you love me and you know it.”

“i know, i know,” you sighed, tangling your fingers in his curls and pulling his head upwards to bring his lips to yours. he returned the kiss before placing a gentle one on the end of your nose, before you both turned your attention back to the game.

seattle managed to tie the game near the end of the third, and the teams stayed tied through overtime, until eventually the maple leafs won in the shootout. obviously happy that his team had won but still trying to be a good sport, hayden kept his celebrations minimal.

“do you want me to be supportive or to just shut up?” hayden asked, rubbing your back.

“go ahead and gloat, you earned it,” you caved, knowing you would want to cheer if your team had won.

“thank you baby,” he smiled, kissing you softly, watching his team celebrate their win on the tv. you tidied up some of the dishes from the snacks and drinks scattered around the living room and placed them in the kitchen. hayden walked up behind you, his arms snaking around your waist and his chin resting on your shoulder.

“i’m sorry.”

“you’re sounding canadian again,” you teased, trying not to be too upset about the result of the game; after all, you’re team had still gotten a point for making it to overtime, so it wasn’t a total loss. hayden placed soft kisses up the side of your neck, and you spun around to face him, trapped between his arms and the kitchen counter. your hands cradled either side of his jaw as you brought his mouth to yours, tugging at his bottom lip gently with your teeth. a groan rumbled in his throat as his hips pressed against yours, his hands landing on either side of your waist as your fingers tangled in his curls once again.

“let me cheer you up,” hayden mumbled, his forehead pressing against yours as your eyes met. you nodded slightly, and hayden helped you up to sit on the counter, positioning himself to stand between your legs. already missing his lips on yours, you pulled him closer again, moaning slightly as his hand gently gripped your throat.

“hay…” you whispered as he pushed you back slightly, your wet lips parted as you stared up at him.

“remind me again though,” he raised an eyebrow. “who’s team won tonight?” he asked, a smirk on his face as you pouted.

“don’t be mean-“

“awww, is someone a sore loser?” he asked, wrapping your legs around his waist as he tugged your body closer.

“i thought you said you were gonna cheer me up?” you asked, and he placed a kiss on your lips.

“i know baby, i’m only teasing, i’m sorry-” you interrupted him with another kiss.

“you’re apologizing again,” you teased, and he brushed your hair out of your face.

“well, look where i’m from, it’s in my nature.”

you laughed, kissing him softer this time.

“i love you,” you smiled.

“i love you too.”

“more than the leafs?” you raised an eyebrow, and hayden laughed, resting his forehead against you collarbone before looking up at you, a look of pure adoration in his blue eyes.

“maybe just a little bit more.”

#hayden christensen fic #hayden christensen x reader #hayden christensen #hayden #rpf #real person fiction #hockey

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thevestigeofvanillaan · 1 year

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I NEEED another part to the Kyle and Stan reader I NEEEED (if you wanna💕 luv ur writing btw)

hi!! omg ty guys sm, WOW. ive been asked this a couple times and i shall give it to you my lovleys!

Boyfriend!Stan x Girlfriend!Reader x Kyle. Part 2! Part 1!

The next time that Stan mentioned would come sooner than later. It'd been maybe a week? Who knows, could've been a day for all you'd known.

All you could think about lately was what'd happened. Stan.. and Kyle? Kyle too?

"Oh baby!!!" Stan said when he got home to see you in the kitchen making some food. You don't bother to eye him when you feel his arms wrap around you from behind and his head going straight to your exposed neck to place wet kisses on the skin. "Whatcha makin', gorgeous?"

"Potatoes in the crocpot." You smile at the funny feeling of his breath on your neck before turning around. "Should be forty fii–.." You pause when you see Kyle sitting on your couch in the living room behind Stan. He smiles and waves. "Hi, Kyle." You smirk. "Should be forty five more minutes." You smile to Stan.

"Sounds like enough time, Kyle?" Stan says, looking back at Kyle who stands from the couch and nods.

Stan takes your hand and leads you to the bedroom with Kyle following behind. Stan sits on the bed and holds your hands as you stand between his legs. He sighs. "I promised Kyle I'd let him fuck you, baby. Are you okay with that?"

Without hesitation you nod with a giddy smile on your face, turning around and walking into Kyle to hug him. You wrap your arms around his torso and squish your cheek against his stiff chest with a long breath through your nose. You take Kyle's hand as you back yourself up and into Stan's lap.

Stan holds your hips to insure you not to fall and you pull Kyle's neck down to kiss you softly. Soft kisses turn more heated as Kyle unbuttons his shirt. Not bothering to take it completely off, he pulls down your sweats. "Patience, my loves." Stan advises and the two of you back off eachother.

Climbing off Stan's lap, you look at him. You sit beside him and spread your legs towards Kyle. "Take it slow, yeah? Still got over half an hour and I promise, it doesn't take long with her.. she feels so good." Stan smirks at Kyle who nods and walks over to stand in front of you, gently and slowly massaging your legs further up. He reaches your panty covered cunt and rubs you through them.

Inpatient, you pull down your panties yourself and show yourself to Kyle who looks in mesmeration.

"Pretty, ain't it?" Stan remarks and Kyle nods with a "Sure is." before taking his hand to rub your clit.

Moaning into his soft touch you grab his wrist, "Fuck me." You demand and bite your lip.

"You asked, princess." Kyle shrugs and moves his hands to slide down his sweats and boxers in one fluid motion before bringing a hand to your hip, the other guiding his cock to your entrance. "Ready?" He asks to which you nod before Kyle slides in slowly.

Kyle thrusts slowly in and out of you, "You okay?" he asks and you respond with "mhm."

He groans out with nearly every thrust to the loud sounds of skin against skin and your sweet sounds. "Fuck... Stan." You moan out to your lover who's watching innocently with a coy smile on his face.

"Yes, baby?" He asks, bringing a hand to comb through your hair.

Biting your lip and grabbing at anything and everything around you, Stan chuckles. "Not funny, Stanley.. fuck—"

As you both grow closer to your release, Kyle places his hands on your hips and you grab both of his wrists. You stare up at his pretty facial expressions as his thrusts grow more sloppy and fast. "You're so pretty, Ky." You giggle.

"Am I?" He smirks, "Thanks.".

You slightly laugh at his reaction and feel your release coming quick, "Fuck– 'm cumming..!"

Kyle pulled out after your release to cum on the little amount of revealed skin on your tummy, some on your thighs. Your chest rises as you breathe heavily.

Sitting up and scooting back to lay yourself between Stan's legs and rest yourself on his chest, he kisses your head. "Was that good, honey?"

"Mhm." You nod. Kyle throws you a discarded shirt that was on the floor to clean yourself up with. Stan takes it and cleans you off from behind and helps you pull up your panties.

Clad in only panties and one of Stan's band t-shirts, you go back to the kitchen to finish up dinner.

#vanillaan #stan marsh south park #south park smut #stan and kyle #kyle south park #south park #south park x reader #stan marsh x reader #kyle broflovski x reader #stan marsh smut #kyle broflovski

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missuswalker · 9 months

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Dude the red hcs are so good bc I have the exact same vision of her in my head like playing volleyball and being extremely gay and pining for Wendy like that’s EXACTLY what I thought too 😭😭 BOUNCING OFF THAT VOLLEYBALL IDEA could you do mutual pining hcs of basketball player Kyle and volleyball player reader please? With bff Red on the side bc the energy u gave her makes me wanna see u write her more HAHA thank you!!

THIS IS SO BFHEFBEUIHU!!! lets kiss.

cheer you on || kyle broflovski x fem reader

✮ summary: your best friend, red, has been trying to convince you that kyle likes you, though you aren't totally convinced until he shows it himself (pt two can be found here) ✮ warnings: stanley marsh jumpscare

"God damn, he's so damn fine." Red gives me a look, already knowing who I was talking about. "Girl, you're like a stalker, hashtag free Kyle," Red scoffs, looking in the direction I was. "Yeah, well you can't tell me that Wendy isn't in your recently searched on Insta," I retort. "I could. It just wouldn't be true."

My eyes stayed on Kyle, watching as he talks to his friends, telling someone off for spilling water all over the lunch table. Kyle and I were okay friends, we talked when we saw each other, but it was never much more than that. Red swore on her life that he flirts with me all the time, but I could only think he was just being nice.

"If you don't go talk to him, I'm drowning you." Red jests, taking a sip from her water bottle. "Hell no, are you insane?" I say, shutting even the idea of talking to him down, stealing a grape out of Red's lunchbox. "He's looking over here," Red whispers, elbowing me.

"Shut up!" I snap, trying not to give in to the urge to look back. "Woah, woah, woah, he's coming over her," Red continues, her voice louder than I would've liked it to be. "Shut up!" I repeat, acting like I didn't have a clue that he was walking up behind me.

"Hey, Y/n, what's up?" Kyle asks, taking the seat next to me. "Not much, just... lunch." I need to shut the fuck up. "Cool," Kyle chuckles, pushing his curly bangs out of his eyes. "You coming to the basketball tonight? It's a big one and I was kinda hoping you could be my personal cheerleader," He grins. I could feel Red's amusement even while I wasn't facing her.

"I totally would, but I have volleyball tonight." I answer. Of course I have volleyball the night Kyle invites me to come watch his basketball. "Home game?" He asks, messing with his bangs once again. "Yeah, sorry, I really wish I could come." He shrugs, giving me a nod, glancing back at his friends.

"It's cool, don't worry about it. Next time, maybe," He mumbles, standing up. "See you in history?" I nod, giving him an apologetic smile. "Yeah, see you." I watch him walk back to his table, jumping as Red punches me in the shoulder.

"He was so bummed! "My personal cheerleader"? Are you serious? He wants you! That was so an invitation to have his little kosher children!" Red exclaims, shaking my arm. "Ew, what the hell? Have his kosher children? He just invited me to a basketball game, I bet he invited, like, eight other girls," I argue, pulling my arm away.

"Are you talking about Kyle?"

"Jesus Chirst," I huff, jumping at the sudden appearance of Stan. Whipping around, I see him leaning against the wall, his arms crossed. "He only invited you. He's been growing the balls to do it all day." Stan continues, staring into my soul. I give Red a look, my eyes going back to Stan.

"Ok... bye Stan," I say, waving in hopes he'd leave. He rolls his eyes, returning to his table. "Creep," Red mumbles, zipping up her lunchbox.

✮

Our match had just ended, our setter, Bebe, dragging out a cooler of gatorades. "Holy shit, Y/n, look to your left," Red laughs, nudging me. I turn and immediately see what she was telling me to look at. "Is that Kyle? Why is he here, did he skip his basketball game?" I say, completely shocked to see the redhead boy at my volleyball game.

He gives me a wave, his signature goofy grin taking over his previously straight face as he steps down from the bleachers. I meet him in the middle, giving him a confused look. "What are you doing here, I thought you had basketball?"

"I wanted to come cheer you on. I called in sick, Butters was gonna take my place." He answers, sending me into a swarm of thoughts. "You're fucked if your coach finds out you were at my stupid volleyball match." I scold, earning a playful eye roll from Kyle.

"It wasn't stupid. You were really good. Plus, I wanted to ask you something."

Hoooollllyyyy shit. If this was going where I thought it was going, I was going to pass away on the spot.

"I think you're gorgeous, and I was wondering if I could take you to get something to eat sometime. I really like you."

Woah.

"Yeah, that sounds fun. Text me?" "Definitely. See you tomorrow."

I was literally about to pass away. Walking back to my team, Red was readily prepared to shit on me about this.

"Told you so." "Shut up."

a/n: MEOOOWWWW

ruff ruff ruff im such a kahl gremlin (not proofread, i'll do it after my nap 😻) (its 3 am)

#south park imagines #south park #x reader #kyle brovlofski #kyle broflovski x reader #south park fanfiction #south park x reader #i want to marry this anon

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angel-gone-south · 9 months

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Stan Marsh/Feminine!GN!Reader:

Shitfuck Downtown

ok. so i have no idea why the title is that. It was like 2? am when i wrote that plan list i think. this is so silly

cw: vomit, feminine reader (pronouns still ‘you’ or ‘they’)

【☆】★【☆】

You huffed. This was bullshit. Your mom had sent you to live with your cousin, Rebecca, in South Park. The state of Colorado put a sour taste in your mouth.

But here you were, stuck shopping with your cousin and her stupid airheaded friend, Bebe. (You promised you meant that in the best way possible. Mostly.) You felt a little guilty at the jealousy that brewed a little, but held both feelings down with an iron fist. You were not ruining your cousin’s chances: you saw how she looked at that girl.

So, you were a third wheel sometimes. But when you weren't, Bebe was really sweet, and helped you pick out some new clothes for when school starts the next week. They were cute! Some skirts with some leggings for underneath and cute graphic tees and some long sleeves that complimented your complexion. No wonder Red liked this girl so much, she was fashion-forward, people-smart, and gorgeous.

They went into the in-mall Red Robin, and you ditched so they could have a cute date. After putting your shit in Red's car, you puttered around the mall more.

【☆】★【☆】

Eventually you found a nice place and sat, wallet under your thigh as you sipped at a milkshake you'd gotten. You were perched gracefully, one thigh slung over the other, skirt flowing just over your knees.

Not so graceful, however, was the group of boys who walked up beside you. One wolf whistled, clapping another on the back.

"Maybe they can help you get over your elementary school girl, Stanley." His toothy smile earned him a glare from the boy he'd knocked to his knees in front of you with a hit.

"Shut up Kenny!" He clapped a large hand over his mouth, scrambling to stand and dashing towards the nearest bathroom. The whistler smirked at his fleeting form, turning towards you.

"Don't worry, sweets, that means he likes you."

【☆】★【☆】

You went home with Red soon after that, absolutely rocked by that encounter. Her response to you was only laughter when you'd told her, so you huffed and laid on your bed.

Your phone pinged, and you rolled on to your stomach with your feet pointed in the air, stockings still on but skirt exchanged in favor of short shorts. It was the group text your cousin had made with you and her girlfriends.

redpunk: im so srs rn guys (nickname) saw stan at the mall 2day. redpunk: he puked LOOOOL babe-ayy: wht?!?! srs?!? dam wendy hes finally off yr hype train!! wends: Thank goodness lol nickiboardgamez: kenny told clyde and clyde is telling, like EVERYONE that stan has a crush on the new kid heidihippie: woooow real romantic redpunk: its fkn grody!! STANLEY MARSH w my cousin?? unthinkable. he does not even meet the bar for good enough sanriomarj!!: aw shucks, it's kinda cute! what do you think, (name)? (username): uhhh idek who tf he is lol? all ik is he dated wendy off n on since elem. babe-ayy: so real. is he like, cute tho? wends: Lighten up Bebe! They don't have to say (username): no shez good. idk? i mean yeah hes cute but what if he was just sick? we dont even kno if hes ACTUALLY into me lolol babe-ayy: 🙄🙄🙄 ik ur new here but babe-ayy: he only pukes when he sees someone he likes (username): first time 4 everythin? redpunk: 🙄🙄🙄

You hummed. We would just have to see on Monday, wouldn't we?

【☆】★【☆】

#south park x y/n #south park #south park fanfiction #south park gay #south park x reader #south park x you #emeto #stan marsh #stan marsh x reader #stan marsh x you #stan marsh x y/n #stan x reader #south park stan #sp stan marsh #sp stan #➳ Mail’s In!♡

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pilabutsp · 5 months

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UNTITLED STENDYLE COMIC - Part 2.5

EXTRA II: The Main 5 hangout.

TW for mild transphobia

The Main Five, Kyle, Stan, Eric, Kenny and Marjorine are once again at Cartman's house to play Rummy like they do all weekends.

Cartman: I can't believe Kenny keeps breaking the "No chicks allowed" rule!

Marj: Oh! The gender affirmation!!

Kenny: C'mon dude! You do this every time, Marj has been part of the group basically since kinder so she gets to hang out with us!

Cartman: You just say that to spent more time with her! Even Stan follows this rule!

Stan: They are not a "chick", they just don't want anything to do with you, Cartman.

Cartman: Maybe if they doesn't want to be treated like a chick maybe they shouldn't wear skirts all the time.

Stan: HEY!

Kyle: CUT IT, FATASS! I'll fucking kick your face!

Marj: Fellas! Don't fight! You shouldn't care about Wends coming, Eric, they can come if they want and it's not going to apply to the rule.

Kenny: ... Welp, Kyle it's here so is basically the same.

Kyle: What is that supposed to mean?!

Kenny: Nothing! Are we going to play or nah?

Kyle: YES. Just, sit across, you two, we are betting so I don't wanna see you make out.

Kenny: You are cool about it!

Kyle: I am really not.

Cartman: But you are with Stan and Wends all the time, you must enjoy that shit then.

Kyle: EW no. They are actually decent.

Stan: Shut up and let's play.

They been playing for a few rounds, totally joking around and not paying that much attention. Everyone was so close to the 100 points, Eric losing a few times but paying his way in again which means that they were around $250 on the table.

Marj: -knocks the table- Eric, your turn!

Cartman: I don't get it Kahl, you are going to both teams and still single? What a loser. Now play.

Kenny: There are a lot of pretty people our age here!

Kyle: Yeah... No, I don't think I would date anyone from our school.

Stan: Wait, do you really mean that?

Kyle: -sigh- I don't know Stan, play, It's your turn.

Kenny: What? Sad you don't have a chance, Stanley boy?

Cartman: HA! Stan has a type!

Stan: No, I don't! Your turn Kenny.

Kenny: You really do, tho. Smart, Independent, Strong, Fight Cartman and win... Your turn, babe!

Stan: That's-...

Marj: -knocks the table- Your turn, Eric.

Cartman: Stan having a type doesn't mean anything tho, Kahl wouldn't date him... your turn, Jew.

Stan: Huh?!

Kyle: You don't have to tell me It's my turn, fatass, unlike you all I'm paying attention... And, why are you so obsessed with my dating life, anyways, Cartman? Your turn, Stan.

Cartman: ...

Kenny: The silence is too loud! Don't tell me, you... Lil' Eric Cartman has a crush on our Kyle?

Stan: No way.

Cartman: N-NO, I DON'T! STOP TELLING LIES.

Kyle: Oh Jesus, I'm going to throw up.

Kenny: Babe...

Marj: -gasp- I WIN!

Cartman, Kyle and Stan: WHAT?!

Kenny: Marj, you did it!!

Kyle: When did that happen? Geez, I have a lot of cards!

Marj: I've been knocking the table for the last three rounds!

Kenny: What happened, Kyle? I thought you were the only one paying attention.

Marj: Heh, count your points, boys!

Stan: UHG... I'm officially out.

Cartman: Of the closet? We know.

Stan: OF THE GAME! I got 47 points from this, yeah, I'm out.

Kyle: Ugh, me too.

Kenny: Same here!

Cartman: NO WAY! I'm not letting Marjorine win!

Marj: You used your last dollar on the last round! I win!!

Kenny: You are genius, babe!!

Cartman: WHATEVER, take your stupid money and leave my house! EVERYONE!

Kyle: Didn't plan on staying anyways!

Once everyone left the house, Marj and Kenny walked away together with their new money. Leaving Stan and Kyle alone.

Stan: So... Is it really true you would not date anyone from our school?

Kyle: Stan... I'm really tired of all of you talking about my absences of love life. Can you not?

Stan: I'm sorry, dude, I'm not bothering you anymore... Do you wanna go to my house and play something?

Kyle: Yeah, I would love that... I thought Wends was going there.

Stan: Heh, you know they don't mind!

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#pila's shitty art #pila'sart #sp fanart #untitled stendyle comic #stendyle #stan marsh #kyle broflovski #kenny mccormick #eric cartman #marjorine stotch

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angelicyouth · 1 year

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Youth ; Chapter 8

⇢ pairing: kenny mccormick x marsh!reader x craig tucker

⇢ synopsis: ❝Growing up with the boys as the sole girl of the group, it was only natural for them to grow protective over their pseudo-little sister as the years went by.❞

⇢ warning: recreational drug use

⇢ [AO3 link] ; [series masterlist] ; [previous] ; [next]

The pungent smell of acetone permeates the surrounding air of the living room, music a sharp contrast as it softly plays in the background. Intense concentration causes me to slowly blink as I focus on neatly creating streaks of black. My hand is as still as I can make it while I hold onto longer digits, meticulously painting my brother’s nails.

He sits in front of me with his raven locks pinned away from his face with overly cute clips and his other hand holding his phone. Soft taps resound from time to time when he types against hard glass and the occasional sharper sound from his ring adorned fingers.

Something lightly touches my lips as Stan handfeeds me a chip, my mouth automatically opening but my eyes never looking away from its current task. Loud crunching erupts between the two of us before my brother gently starts to chuckle under his breath. Turning his phone, he shows me a social media post with a lengthy amount of text.

“Yeah, no. Sorry, but I am most definitely not reading all of that. Especially for you.” I declare to which he rolls his eyes in irritation at, our makeshift table beginning to move. Our family dog, Sparky, lays between the two of us as a place for my brother to place his elbow onto.

“Man, it’d be sick if we can go away with the guys somewhere for winter break.” My brother says wistfully, forlornly staring at his phone.

“Hmm?”

“I’d kill to rent a log cabin or something, one with a jacuzzi and everything. Maybe we can plan something this year and have Tolkien pay for it.”

My nose scrunches in disgust before I scoff, “Fuck no. I don’t want to sit in cum infested water. Knowing you, you’d probably get off on sitting near a water jet.”

“Oh fuck off, asshole! That happened once and you know it! I was fucking ten!” I gag, obnoxiously pretending to vomit as he indignantly tries to protect whatever dignity he thinks he still has.

“You really need to get your shit together, Stanley. I’d like to at least see you get into a serious relationship once before I die.”

“Yeah? Well I’d like to see you shut the fuck up for once in your goddamn life but you’re living proof that not everyone can get what they want.”

I’m unamused as I blink up at my brother, wondering for perhaps the millionth time why the higher powers decided to make Stan Marsh. A shame, truly.

・ ─ ・ ⋯ ・ ─ ⊹ ♡₊˚๑

TEXT MESSAGE (CLYDE DONOVAN)

Clydey: emergency

Clydey: like actually

Clydey: can u send me $3 pls

Y/N MARSH has sent $3 to CLYDE DONOVAN.

N/N: (rolling eyes emoji)

Clydey: ty ily <3

Clydey: (screenshot of his avatar in an app on his phone)

Clydey: they call me ranch cause i be dressing (sunglasses emoji)

N/N: did you just waste my money on an in-app purchase.

Clydey: respect the drip, babe

Clydey: god.

Tap!

My head shoots up from its prior position looking down, my body stilling to see if I can hear whatever disturbed Clyde wasting both my time and money. When I don’t hear anything after a few seconds, I dismiss it as an anomaly and look back at the screen in front of me.

Tap! Tap!

I take off my headphones and listen again, my eyebrows furrowing until I hear the disturbance another time. I locate the source and walk over to my window, watching as a rock hits the glass panel before I fully push aside my curtains and heft it open.

The cold air immediately hits me and I giggle at the scene before me: Craig perched onto a branch of an adjacent tree outside of my bedroom, his hand filled with rocks to pelt at my window. “What’re you doing? We have a front door, you know.”

Being friends with everyone for years, we’ve all naturally grown up to be honorary members of each other's families. This meant that it wasn’t unnatural for any of us to visit someone’s house even if their respective owners weren’t home. None of our parents would ever bat an eye if they were to go down to the kitchen to see that Cartman let himself in and was rummaging through our fridge, for example, even if Stan and I were both out. Formalities were a thing of a past so long ago and all of our parents learned that it was better to not question it.

“I know, I just thought that this would be more romantic.” I’m rewarded with Craig’s boyish grin and I mentally swoon at the handsome boy in front of me, giggling out loud.

He extends a large, tan hand and smirks down at me. “Come on, beautiful. Let’s get out of here.”

The moonlight hits the visage of the attractive boy in front of me, accentuating his sharp features. I feel like I’m in a daze as I slowly nod, a blush quickly spreading on my cheeks when I catch myself. After quickly throwing on a jacket, I take his proffered hand as he helps me climb down the tree.

Crossing the short distance to the front of the house, I’m surprised to see the Tucker’s family car parked out in the front. The taller teen’s longer strides allows him to reach the door on the passenger side first, to which he chivalrously opens for me.

He ducks his head a little lower, a playful grin wide on his face as he sweeps the length of his unoccupied arm in front of his body. I laugh into the night as the hand he has on my lower back gently nudges me forward to guide me into the vehicle.

I watch as the scenery idly passes by us when I look out of the window, trying to see if I can figure out where the teen is taking me. He refused to tell me our destination, citing it as a surprise and evoking further excitement on my part at the already spontaneous outing. It’s harder to discern our surroundings so late into the night due to the darkness but despite it all, the moon eagerly follows us.

Music gently accompanies us as I soon find myself casting Craig several lingering glances while he drives, the attractive teen a sight to behold. He has one hand on the steering wheel, his thumb tapping a beat onto the leather in time to the surrounding melody and quietly mouthing along with the lyrics. Silver rings adorn his longer fingers, further accentuating the veins running along his hands to his arms. I thought he wouldn’t catch me since his eyes are focused on the road but he surprises me when he makes quick eye contact with me, smirking, before placing a large hand onto the side of my inner thigh.

I blush at the sensation, the weight of him evoking a faster pace on my beating heart. When he sees the red hues steadily painting my cheeks, his hand gently grips at the area before releasing the slight pressure and smoothing his thumb over my pants. I feel mesmerized by the repetitive motion of his finger, if only willing him to move just a tiny bit—to do something about the bundle of nerves slowly building up.

I quickly find myself becoming hyper aware of every action of the boy next to me and I intently watch as his tongue darts out to lick at his lips, making them appear even more enticing and plump. His eyes are half-lidded and when I involuntarily clench my thighs, I see the exact moment that his gaze on the road shifts from playful to something many shades darker. He deeply chuckles under his breath and oh Lord, it makes my legs go weak.

All too soon, the car slows to a stop and Craig looks at me again, flashing me a knowing smile. It’s smug and I can feel my face heat up even further, reaching the back of my neck before I break eye contact to stare out of the window again in a desperate effort to calm myself down. Something soft gets placed onto my head and I look at Craig to see that the teen next to me is missing his beloved chullo.

“Can’t ruin the surprise, can we?” A mischievous grin sits on his face before he pulls the hat further down, completely obstructing my view.

I hear him exit the car before getting to my side, grabbing one of my hands and interlocking our fingers together. When he begins to carefully guide me out of the car, I giggle every time I slightly stumble, the adrenaline of what awaits me makes me overexcited and impatient.

“I love surprises.” I speak out into the air.

“I know.” He hums.

After a few steps, he has me wait in one spot before I hear him open his trunk. Two hands place themselves onto my hips before he softly commands me to jump and I blindly obey, feeling myself getting placed onto a cold, hard structure.

When Craig grants me my vision back, I’m rewarded with a view overlooking what seems to be all of South Park. From this far, even the shitty town looks beautiful as the distance distorts the view, forcing whoever is looking to take in the colorful lights and buildings.

I look around to see that we’re both seated on the hood of his car, my favorite food spread out in front of me in an assortment of take-out containers. His windows are rolled down as his car continues to softly play music from the inside.

“So what do you think?” His voice is shy, containing slight hints of insecurity and nervousness at my possible reaction. My inner thoughts are filled with the sounds of me absolutely squealing for having evoked an expression like that from the notoriously uncaring teen.

“How’d you find this place?” I’m in awe of the scenery, never once seeing a view like this despite living in South Park all of my life.

“Took me a fuck-ton of driving to find something that I was finally satisfied with bringing you to.” He says, opening all the containers and setting everything up for us to eat.

“Your dad let you take out the car?” I quirk an eyebrow.

“Fuck no. I got home around 4:30AM yesterday for sneaking out so late.”

My heart stutters in my chest at the answer when I think about how well he hid his sleep deprivation at school. I feel overwhelmed at the consideration, watching as he bundles up the plastic bag the take-out came in to stuff into his pocket. Not only did he get my favorite food, but he also got my order down to perfection.

“You got my favorite food.” I say so softly that it’s almost a whisper. I feel like I’m going to cry of happiness from the thoughtfulness and care of this boy. Moments like these make me feel so undeserving, so lacking for how much unconditional love I receive.

“For you, I’d do anything.” Craig gently says, a smile so fond on his face as he reaches out for my hand. His azure eyes shine in happiness so tender, it’s almost as if they’re part of the stars above us.

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“And you see how that star connects to that one? That constellation is your astrological sign, your zodiac.” Craig's deep voice lightly says near my ear, his arm extending forward to patiently point out the star for me.

We’re both lying on the hood of the car now, my head nestled onto one of his shoulders as his unoccupied arm snuggly curls around my waist. He lays on his back while I lay on my side, pressing our bodies together to combine our warmth with an arm of my own thrown over his taut stomach.

I’m in awe at everything he says, the usually monotonous boy’s voice filled with a passion so rarely seen from him. I drink in every bit of information that leaves his mouth, mesmerized by every cadence and intonation of his words. It’s hypnotic—he could tell me that Cartman weighs only 50 pounds and I’d believe it.

“Sorry, am I talking too much..?”

“No! No. I love hearing you talk like this. I could honestly listen to you for hours. Don’t let anyone, even me, tell you otherwise.” I turn my head to face him as I quickly reassure the ravenette, a gentle smile on my face.

My arm relinquishes its hold over his frame to blindly reach out to hold onto the hand at my waist. I intertwine our fingers together and give it a small squeeze in reassurance. He blushes and I can feel my insides melt at the utterly fond expression on his face knowing that it's for me.

His embarrassment causes him to continue to stubbornly stare up at the sky, refusing to look over at me. The blush adorning his cheeks develop into a darker hue after my words, so deep that I can see the vivid shade of red despite the dark night.

“… I brought you out to see the stars because they’re more visible today. A few days after a new Moon means that the moonlight isn’t as bright.” His voice is so low between us, as if he was sharing a secret.

“Craig…” My cheeks begin to hurt at the amount of smiling this boy causes me. He finally looks over at me, our faces so close together.

“I confessed to you under the stars so I wanted to have the stars as our audience again for when I took you out on our first date.” He brings his hand over to caress my cheek and his fingers are so cold against my flushed skin, but it grounds me to the moment.

He softly continues, gently smoothing a thumb over my face. “Because of that, whenever I look at the stars, I see you. And sometimes, when I can't sleep… I’ll look up at the stars and thank them for bringing you into my life.”

He brings his forehead closer until it lightly touches my own. “I love you, Y/N. More than all the stars in the sky. And as long as there’s one star up there, I’ll always love you.”

I can only nod, dazed, not trusting that this is not just a dream, afraid that speaking will ruin the moment. Before I know it, my eyes softly close as I feel his lips against mine. And I feel like crying because Craig kisses me just the way he loves me—soft and sure, like I’m the only thing that matters in the world. In his world.

The way he slots our lips together has no ounce of hesitation, it’s gentle and patient. He lightly pulls back and nips at my lips as a small parting gift. When the distance between our faces grows, I find myself whining, letting go of his hand and pulling at his jacket.

He laughs at my eagerness, endeared at my reaction. “Come on, beautiful. Use your words for me. What do you want?”

“Craig.”

“Hm?” A smile lazily lays on his face, smug and all too knowing.

“Please.”

I tug harder so he relents and brings his upper body over mine, propping himself up with his forearm against the car as our lips connect again. It makes me dizzy with how wanted he makes me feel, the sensations I feel beginning to get overloaded. My arms reach out to thread my fingers through his hair, slightly tugging and using them as leverage to bring him even closer.

He’s a passionate but patient kisser, drawing out the movements for as long as possible, biting and licking at my lips. When I allow him entry into my mouth, his tongue slides against mine and before I can even attempt to fight for dominance, he pulls back, smiling smugly and lazily at me.

Scratch that, he’s a goddamn tease and before I can call him out on it, a large hand grabs onto the side of my face to pull me back in. It’s slow. It’s sensual. His scent fills my nostrils before the hand on my cheek slides back, gripping onto my hair. Angling my face up, he lightly begins to trail his kisses down my jaw and onto my neck.

The wet sounds that invades my ears are lewd as I feel his lips touch my skin, lighting a fire in its wake. Every kiss lights my body up, heating it up and charging it. His fingers grip onto my hair just a little tighter, smirking at the skin underneath my collarbone when I gasp.

He leaves a trail of saliva as he works his way back up my neck, the light wind of the night lightly touches the wet spots and elicits goosebumps at the heightened sensation. He works painstakingly slow, kissing every space inch by inch.

I sigh out into the night, leaning my head back to grant him better access. He drags his lips across the sensitive skin of my throat, a barely there touch, not enough. I’m so needy that I almost moan right there, when he finally presses a searing kiss under my jaw.

He kisses across the expanse of skin as he goes back down, humming in approval at the sound of harsh breathing that his actions evoke. The vibration causes me to part my lips ever so slightly, desperate breaths of air spilling between us. I relish in the slight suction of his mouth, his teeth grazing against overly sensitive skin, and his hot tongue soothing itself over the abused area.

His other hand makes quick work at reaching underneath my shirt, cold fingers lightly trailing themselves at the skin of my waist. Long digits softly run along up my stomach, the cool rings making me shiver in anticipation. When he grazes the underwire of my bra, a loud ringing cuts through the air.

You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.

The hold on my hair relinquishes as Craig reaches under me to retrieve my vibrating cellphone from the back pocket of my pants. I mope as I answer, mood extremely sour at the interruption.

“What.”

“Dude, where the fuck are you? It’s past 3AM. I’m not covering for you if mom or dad notice.” Comes my annoying brother’s distorted voice.

I sigh before hanging up in irritation, not deeming the conversation worthy of a response. I close my eyes in silent defeat before soft lips caress mine. Craig smiles down at me with a backdrop of shining stars over his figure. The moonlight glows brightly from behind him, as if casting a halo over the teen above me. Seeing such ethereal beauty before me is all I need before I find myself happy and content all over again.

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Thick wisps of white smoke slowly blend up into the clouds and I watch them disappear into the cold morning air, a pervasive smell filling the parking lot. I’m sitting on top of my skateboard, idly rolling it from side to side as Craig sits next to me on the asphalt with his back against the school wall. One of his longer legs is pulled up towards his torso, his forearm lazily resting against the top of the elevated knee before he lifts it up to take a drag from the cigarette lit before him.

My eyes languidly watch as Kenny skates on his own board, a blunt hanging from his mouth as his shoe hits the ground to gain momentum. An exhilarated grin forms around the object in his mouth as his body lifts off from the pavement, the board gracefully flipping in the air. I bring my hands together to encouragingly clap at the stunt in front of me, the blonde shooting me a wide smile at the kickflip he successfully performed.

He stops in front of me and offers me the blunt in his possession but I gently shake my head in response, satisfied with the current high I have going on right now. Kenny nods his head and with one last hit, he stubs the ember hues before putting it away in the plastic container it came in to smoke for later. Craig gets up and dusts the back of his pants off before offering me a hand, helping me up and taking my board off the ground for me. An arm wraps around my shoulders as we begin to make our way back to school, the ravenette stomping his cancer stick out.

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“So… Do I get any context on why you two have sunglasses on when we’re indoors, or do I just accept it…?” Kyle’s eyebrows furrow as he warily watches Kenny and I giggle to each other, the whole group gathered in front of Tweek’s locker as he puts his extra thermal filled with coffee away for after lunch.

Craig knowingly snorts as the blonde and I exchange mischievous grins, fighting to keep our smiles from growing any wider. On our faces sits oversized, flashy shades that threaten to swallow up our whole face.

“Ugh, you guys reek.” Clyde brings his face close to the two of us, wrinkling his nose as he invades our space to sniff at our jackets. We playfully lower our glasses to the bridges of our noses, showing visual confirmation of his observation when the boys spot our blood-shot, half-lidded eyes.

“Dude. It’s only 8AM. School hasn’t even started yet.” My brother side eyes us, most definitely judging us for making the smart decision of getting absolutely zooted before class.

“My bad, man. Want a hit? We didn’t finish.” Kenny offers, his hand reaching into his pocket to lift up the plastic containing our unfinished blunt. It peeks through the orange material of his parka as Stan takes the moment to seriously contemplate if he should.

He resolutely shakes his head, the elder Marsh finally making a smart decision for once in his life. “Nah. We have that test in math, remember? If I fail, my parents are going to beat my ass. Maybe after school.”

My head shoots up from where it was laying against Butters’ shoulder, the blonde rubbing soothing circles into my back as he offers me a pack of snacky cakes for my weed induced hunger. Kenny stops sipping at Tweek’s coffee to sooth his sudden cotton mouth as he and I frantically begin to search for the other’s eyes in panic.

“Oh, shit!”

“Bunch of fucking crackheads, I fucking swear.” Cartman rolls his eyes, mumbling as he rudely snatches the offered snack from Butters’ hands for himself.

“Shut the fuck up, fatass! As if you’re one to talk. An addiction is still an addiction, even if it is food.”

”Yeah, dude. At least we’re not built like an improper fraction.”

“Aye!”

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Dull thuds surround the practice room as the cheer squad practices their tumbling. I sit against the cool glass of the floor to ceiling mirrors that cover the walls, wiping the sweat that has begun to slightly bead at my hairline. Bebe tiredly leans against me and passes me her water bottle when she’s done sipping at it, my hands blindly reaching out until I feel cool metal against my fingers and muttering a small thanks. I drink the ice cold liquid before Wendy calls all of the team up to rehearse the new cheer we just learned, one final time before practice ends.

“We’re back, we’re better. We have no fear! Nothing can stop us, this is our year!” In synchronization we go through the motions of our choreography, making sure our chants are both clear and loud.

“The cows are here; in green, black, and white. We can’t be defeated, so prepare for a fight!” We ruffle our pompoms, before our co-captain is satisfied enough to dismiss us for the day.

Heidi throws an arm around my shoulders, playfully leaning her weight against me in exaggerated tiredness. I fondly laugh as I lightly skim my fingers onto her side, tickling her to force the touch-sensitive girl upright. She begins to pout at her failed mission to get me to carry her exhausted form before Red grabs one of my arms, hugging it to her chest as we make our way to the girl’s locker room.

“Hey, Marsh. You’re close with the guys, right?” I quirk an eyebrow at the redundant question as I stuff my cheer shoes into my gym locker.

Jenny Simons continues despite my lack of a reply. “You think you can bring me up to Craig? Like, put in a good word for me or something?”

She giggles as one of her friends playfully elbows her for her unabashedness and I exchange looks with Bebe, surprised at the girl’s interest.

“Uh.”

“Ooo, Craig Tucker?” Another one of her friends teases as she changes out of her practice shirt.

“Uh, yeah! Have you seen how he is with girls? It’s hot how he ignores them. Imagine someone as cold and unbothered as him giving you the time of the day. I’d die.” The ravenette continues in a dazed voice, fanning her blushing face. The other girls in the locker room exchange mischievous grins at the confession of her crush and they giggle in delight at the lovesick girl.

No one but Kyle knows about Kenny and Craig confessing to me and our feelings being reciprocated. I’m not quite sure what to say in this awkward situation and before I can even attempt to try to pull something out of my ass, I get a text from Tweek saying that football practice is almost finished.

I let out a sigh in relief at the timing of the message as I excuse myself and head down to the school’s field, thinking about Jenny’s words. When would we tell everyone? It’s still new so I don’t think I’d be comfortable with announcing it until we all found our footing. The boys are still testing out the waters and I don’t want to rush what could potentially be a perfectly good thing, especially if it ends up not working out. And it hurts me to say it, but I’m absolutely terrified of people finding out I’m with two different boys at the same time.

Oh god, how will the boys even react when they find out? What will I do when my brother finds out?

All too soon, I see the back of the bleachers coming up and forcibly stop my thoughts before it can get out of hand. I circle around the structure to take a peek at the practice taking place, not wanting to distract the boys. A shrill blow of a whistle can be heard when I step onto the white-marked grass, the coach barking out directions. From my position, I can see Cartman lazily sprawled out on the floor, his chest rapidly heaving up and down in quick succession.

Typical fatass.

From across the green expanse, I can see Jimmy and Clyde arguing with each other. Tolkien plays devil’s advocate from his position on the floor, smirking up at the bickering in blatant amusement and instigating a fight. Kyle rolls his eyes when the coach yells at them to run a lap in punishment, Clyde fake crying in indignation.

“Y/N!”

Tolkien is the first to spot me, his delighted voice distracts everyone from their laughter at the running boys. All heads turn to my direction and I shyly wave at getting caught, stepping out of my hiding spot.

“Princess!”

Kenny’s yell echoes across the entire field in excitement, the upper half of his blonde hair is tied up and I take a moment to appreciate the sight. If he had been exhausted and depleted of his energy from practice a few seconds earlier, it’s gone now as he begins to sprint to close the distance between us. He hollers as if he hadn’t seen me a few hours prior, a wide grin overtaking his handsome face.

“Ken! Be caref- OOF!” I get cut off as his body roughly collides with mine, his arms immediately wrapping me up and hefting my body into his arms.

I automatically lock my legs around his waist, quickly reaching out to lay my arms around his shoulders. He’s sweaty and grass-stained but I sigh in fondness as he smiles into my neck, slightly squeezing me. He softly coos at my blushing face as he makes a debacle out of the both of us in front of the entire team, my brother rolling his eyes as Clyde sobs my name in the distance.

The amount of happiness in the blonde’s reaction threatens to make me combust on the spot, so filled with love for someone like me. He gently places a large hand on the back of my head, lightly stroking his thumb in my hair in tenderness. The coach takes the loss of interest as his cue to dismiss practice for the day and the boys begin to walk over in our direction.

“Did you see that throw I made?” He eagerly asks me.

Despite being fresh out of practice and unshowered, I deeply inhale his scent. He doesn’t smell like shampoo or clean laundry, but it’s still a scent that makes me feel so close to him. It's a boyish, musky scent that makes him feel like home, so warm in its protective embrace. It’s just so Kenny that makes it so addicting.

“No,” I giggle. “I just got here. But I’m sure it was amazing!”

At my words, I’m rewarded with a searing kiss pressed onto my cheeks. And even when the boys catch up to us, the blonde still doesn’t put me down as they start to make their way back to the boy’s locker room. I feel his fingers start to drum along my side and I start to bite my lips in a futile attempt to prevent my smile from getting even wider than it is now. I shyly wave over the blonde’s shoulder as the boy’s other teammates wave in greeting to me.

“Did you see that, N/N? Jimmy started bullying me but I still got into trouble!” Clyde fake sobs as he makes grabby hands at me. Kenny just rolls his eyes and reaches out a hand to push at the brunette’s sniveling face.

“It’s because you weren’t listening, Jesus!” Tweek tattles from the side.

The barista doesn’t play on the football team like the rest of the boys, instead choosing to pursue boxing from when Stan got our Uncle Jimbo to teach him how to fight when we were younger. On the days he doesn’t have to work at the coffee shop, he’ll sit on the bleachers with Butters to do his homework while the other boys practice.

“It’s okay, Clydey. I’ll buy you dessert, okay?” I soothe the dramatic boy, his theatrics making the rest of the guys push at his body to further “bully” him even more for being a crybaby.

And when we choose our after-practice food spot for the day, I keep my word and buy the brunette an ice cream cone in a flavor to his choosing. I shake my head when he tries to feed me a fry in exchange, bringing my hand up to ruffle his brown locks in thanks for his kindness. In his distraction, Craig takes a lick at his soft serve and I roll my eyes as the brunette whines again, batting the taller teen on the arm.

We sit along the curb of the sidewalk, fast food scattered around us as we talk about our day at school. My brother lights up the joint Kenny and I didn’t finish and I watch the fleeting smoke escape from his parted lips, disappearing into the night sky. When I see the bright stars twinkling overhead in vivid contrast to the darkness around us, I smile.

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queenburd · 11 months

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okay all, here’s the last TSP fic I will be doing for now. it’s a really tidy closing point, and I have a couple other writing projects to work on. one’s really short, but the other is a monster I keep taking breaks from.

THIS IS NOT THE END OF TSP, I definitely have more ideas for these fellas, but right now it’s just a good place to pause on the fic front.

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anyway, here ya’ll go.

co-op mode.

Stanley is in high spirits today!

There is no particular reason for this, or perhaps it’s a multitude of things. A while back, he had convinced the narrator to occasionally swap the lounge out with that stocked employee break room, and it’s on one of his most recent runs that he’s had the luck of it spawning. Well fed and hydrated, he’d had a power nap in the boss’s office, then done the press conference ending for the hell of it. Both he and the narrator get a good chuckle out of it, he’s found, and have ever since that first run where the fellow had really strung him along for a few minutes.

So yeah, he’s feeling in excellent form today! He’s even feeling up for a speed run, or maybe a run at the 430 door achievement. Oh, sure, he got those achievements years ago, but they still put a pep in his step, and invigorate both of them.

The narrator seems in good spirits as well, if a bit on the quiet side. He usually gets like this when he’s trying to work on something alongside the narration, or if he’s examining the files after a recent bug (once, during the insanity ending, Stanley found the next room in the loop didn’t spawn, door only leading to blackness, and he fell through the floor to the fellow’s panic; the narrator had spent a good 20 minutes trying to understand what went wrong, before Stanley had play tested it and discovered the prior door hadn’t yet closed, resulting in the next room not loading in until he’d forced the door shut).

But he stays on his narration, if only using some of the varied, shorter lines, and he still seems delighted to go along with Stanley’s detours. Perhaps the good energy is just contagious.

Stanley spins in his chair at the beginning of this new loop. He’s definitely thinking speed run, yeah.

“Stanley? Can I call for a pause before you get started?”

Stanley blinks, looks up at the tiles of the ceiling, and grins, his hands behind his head. What can he do for the fellow this fine day?

“Well, aren’t you just in the loveliest of moods.” It’s only a little mocking, but still pleased. “Well, I—I have a surprise for you, but I do think I need a few minutes to get it all set up. What do you say to running the story proper, only on your own, for a round? And then,” and here he sounds full of nervous anticipation, “next turn, you head to the Stanley Parable 2 exhibit show?”

Sure thing, bud. Should Stanley take his time with the run?

“Mm, no, I think I can have this all sorted by the time you’ve finished that speed run you’re so eager for. The wonders of loading screens, you know.”

That he does. It’ll be a bit weird to do it without the voice, but he knows those lines by heart. He can manage a run.

Hang on—surprise? Wait, did the fellow—

“Ah-ah! No spoilers!”

Oh he totally did. Stanley snickers and gets to his feet.

[ Race you. ]

“Brat,” the narrator says fondly. “Shall I count down, or—oh, you little cheat!” Because Stanley has already run out his office and through the first room full of cubicles, laughing. His friend’s own surprised laughter follows him to the room with the doors.

Stanley zips through the halls and up the stairs with a newfound eagerness. He’s got motivation, and enthusiasm, and he crosses the length of the boss’s office with a hum. The narrator has not opened the secret passageway for him, but since there’s no narration, Stanley is able to punch in the code without pause. Mm, those beeps always sound so pleasing.

An elevator ride down, a jog through the open doors under the large emboldened letters, and then down the catwalk to the button that turns on the lights. One metal fence, two, and then another elevator. Stanley drums out a beat on his thigh as it ascends, bouncing in place.

A room filled with beautiful, colorful buttons—oh, the hours he’s spent in this room, just to see if any of them affect any of the monitors, any of the digital battery symbols. (The narrator has joked about one day coding in a secret puzzle, too complex to solve within the time-frame at all, which would reset at a single error. It’s mean. Stanley hopes he’ll do it.)

He mustn’t get distracted—he’s almost finished with the run, and then he gets to finally see—

He hits the OFF switch hard enough that it stings his palm. Come on, come on, open faster!

And then Stanley is bolting down the catwalk to the grass. An artificial breeze ruffles his hair. He grins like a loon. The sky looks a little brighter than usual, but maybe that’s just him. He’s just so damn happy.

THEENDISNEVERTHEENDISNEVERTHEENDISLOADING

Stanley inhales deeply, letting his chest full up to the brim. That felt ridiculously good. The intense elation has passed, but there’s still a small ribbon of satisfaction tied neatly around his heart. Damn.

He can feel his heart thudding in his chest, but this time he knows it’s out of anticipation. He’s nervous, it’s hard not to be, but Stanley feels more excited than anything.

He stands, stretches his spine, and rolls up his sleeves. And then Stanley leaves his office.

There’s no voice to greet him, which he expected, but it’s still always a little eerie. He makes his way through the office, past the cubicles and the bucket, and there, where door 416 used to be, is the New Content door.

Still no chatter, as he rides the track and then the elevator. Nothing when he enters the modern entrance room, or weaves through the halls, or walks past the signs. Not even anything on the stairs or the red carpet.

Stanley’s work shoes click on the tile of the show room. Now that he’s here he finds that he’s slowing down, heart rate ramping up and thudding loud in his ears. He’s… anxious. Why is he anxious?

What if he misinterpreted the surprise? What if it’s something else entirely, and he has to work to not seem disappointed? What if he did accidentally have some predisposed mental image that doesn’t match—

Stanley passes under the archway beneath the stairs, and stops in his tracks.

Looking up at the large Collectible statue is a stranger. It smiles up at the Stanlurine, examining it closely, hands clasped behind their back as they rock on their heels. The gentleman is comfortably dressed, knitted green jumper over a faded yellow collared shirt, simple black slacks absolutely covered in creases, and loafers that look well loved.

The individual glances in Stanley’s direction. For a moment, their eyes go round behind the large frames of their spectacles—and then the fellow smiles, like he’s truly so genuinely happy to see Stanley that he can’t help how the grin breaks across his face.

He hasn’t said a word, but Stanley knows him. Stanley knows his best friend.

The narrator waits, smile still lighting up his face, as Stanley finally approaches. Stanley is… slow to move. Almost hesitant. He takes so long, just staring wordlessly and thoughtlessly, that the smile starts to become a bit strained. The narrator’s eyes flick from his face, away, and then back.

Stanley stops in front of him, and the fellow swallows. The smile finally slips off, giving way to uncertainty. Stanley can tell his hands are fidgeting behind his back.

The narrator opens his mouth, a croak of a syllable slipping out in the same moment Stanley lifts his hands to sign.

“I—“

[ Can I touch? ]

The narrator’s mouth snaps shut. He stares at Stanley like a deer caught in headlights, and then nods.

Stanley’s hands seem to have a mind of their own. They place themselves first on the shoulders (wider than Stanley’s, solid, the jumper texture so soft he would think it’s knitted by hand) then the upper arms (firm), and then one of his hands finds its way to the fellow’s cheek.

The face that is looking up at him is older than his, lined with creases. Thick eyebrows, springy hair in varying shades of gray. The kind of hair that could be styled quite nicely, but is prone to being tugged at and made a mess of when one is in a panic.

The hand not on a cheek cups an ear. These ears are large, indicative of a good listener. It traces a pert nose, turned up at the end, perfect for sneering down the length of with great pretension. His thumb follows the Cupid’s bow, covered by a thick mustache that merges into a full beard which hides the swell of a second chin.

His eyes, bright and full of life, are hazel—they live somewhere between light green and gold, almost like the hazel of cat eyes. Stanley imagines the color would look different under different lighting.

He looks exactly like the sort of person who would have the voice that he does. Someone who wants to seem wise and full of important things to say, but can be lazy and proud and prone to overthinking.

He cups his narrator’s face.

It suits him.

The smile returns, if a little more shy this go around. Those cheeks flush pink, just a little, and Stanley feels the muscles under his hands move and heat. The narrator wiggles in place happily, looking ever so pleased with himself.

God, his wiggles. Stanley’s not gonna get over this for a long, long time.

Stanley finally releases his face and can’t resist the temptation to loosely sink the fingers of one hand into that mess of curls. It’s just a little bit coarse, individual strands springing between his knuckles.

Yeah. Yeah, he likes this model a lot.

That smile has taken on a smug sheen. “Truly my best creation to date, wouldn’t you say? I’d go so far as to call it a masterpiece.”

Stanley takes his hands back. Nope. Not entertaining this fellow’s ego, no matter how much Stanley likes him and likes this thing he's made.

“Oh, don’t be so contrarian,” the narrator tuts, still looking far too satisfied. “Please, do go on about how appealing and pleasant you find my features. I’m looking for real feedback here.”

No, he is fishing for compliments.

He pouts, lower lip jutting forward. Stanley looks away quickly. “Well then,” the gentleman sniffs, turning his nose up (oh god he was right, it’s perfect for that, dammit), “I suppose I’ll just have to put it away then, if it’s not all that impressive—“

He’s nearly knocked over by how his protagonist loops arms around his waist and lifts him, spinning them in the air.

“H-hey! S-Stanley, ah!”

Stanley is grinning again, really grinning so much it nearly hurts.

Look, this is what he wanted, isn’t it? His model being beheld and appreciated? Stanley needs to know about the whole thing!

“Down, down, put me down! We’re going to fall, you—you stupid—stupid!!”

The narrator is a good solid weight, and although Stanley is taller by a good few inches, he’s not exactly made of muscle, so even while arms loop around his neck for support he’s putting his friend back down, soles on the pristine floors.

Winded, his narrator glares at him. He’s—oh, he’s quite close. Their noses are nearly touching. His arms don’t dislodge from where they are on Stanley’s shoulders and Stanley’s arms don’t unwind from his firm, soft middle.

Stanley blinks. Feels how his cheeks heat.

The glare shifts into that smug smile again.

“Flatterer.”

He didn’t—!

“It’s all over your face, Stanley. You’re an open book to me,” comes the condescending tease.

Alright, you know what, two can play at this game. Stanley remembers what the narrator said last time he had a body. Just how long did he spend trying to find, what was it? “Lips worthy of kissing him”?

And there goes the smile. Those eyes (gosh, Stanley can see so much variation in the colors, this close) flick away like a nervous rabbit, before he closes them and sneers irritably. “I’m not going to dignify that with a response,” he sniffs.

Wow. That long, huh.

The eyes fly open again, outraged. “I said—!”

Stanley laughs, and then he presses his forehead to the fellow’s. He feels just so utterly content in this moment.

His friend is here. He’s warm, he’s expressive, he’s here.

“O-Oh,” the exclamation is soft, “Hello.”

Stanley opens his eyes. The narrator looks up at him through fine lashes, expression a bit dazed.

Okay?

“I—yes,” he says, though he seems unsure. “It’s okay. Oh, do you really like it?”

His voice, so quiet, is sincere and perhaps desperate for approval. Like he’s truly uncertain. Stanley nudges their noses together for a moment.

Yeah. Yeah, he loves it, he really does. No jokes, no teasing, no pandering or anything. And not just because it’s another person either.

It just really, really fits his friend. Honestly it does. It’s the exact kind of person Stanley would expect to be sitting at a writing desk for hours, fussing over a story and its details, making a cup of tea and then forgetting about it entirely, surrounded by crumpled papers of rejected ideas and tugging at his hair when he’s frustrated. The kind of person who’s just a little lazy and forgetful, and wants to make lovely things for other people but is utterly temperamental and prone to irritation.

It’s him, it’s so him. He did such a good job.

“Not—not all of that was complimentary, you know,” the fellow huffs gently, though there’s no heat in it. He seems mostly enraptured by the sheer fondness in Stanley’s thoughts.

Yeah, Stanley knows it wasn’t all sweet. But then, the narrator has an ego and Stanley can’t help but tease a bit. Besides, doesn’t it all seem completely correct?

“Yes,” the narrator grumbles, averting his gaze. “It does sound like the kind of human I would be.”

Stanley squeezes him gently one more time, and then finally releases his friend. The narrator seems reluctant to part, but he takes the offered hand. Stanley twines their fingers.

He’s wondering what to show him first. Maybe the hole? Or the balloons? They can go to the merch booth and feel out the different textures of the shirts, since the fellow probably doesn’t have a lot of experience yet. Would he like coffee? Soda? Will they be able to get back to the office? Did the narrator fix the issue with resetting?

The narrator laughs at his enthusiasm. “Slow down, Stanley! What’s the rush?”

But there’s just so much to show him!

His tone gentles. It is a tender thing, full of real, quiet joy.

“We have all the time in the world.”

#the stanley parable #The Sparrow Parable #may writes #tsp #im mad bc they still dont kiss. sorry guys #they choose to be affectionate and intimate in so many other tender ways but KISSING???#NOOOOOOO #fuckers.

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Winner, winner - Erik Johnson

1998

“I’m going to win the Stanley Cup when I grow up. I’m gonna raise it above my head and shout out loud that i’m a champion!”

Erik smiled hard as he waited for you to challenge his goals.

“When I grow up, I’m gonna run things. I’ll be somebody important and i’ll be in charge of a lot of people!”

His big smile pulled you in and had you shouting your goals just like he did.

“Yeah, yeah! We’re gonna do this!”

Haley, the woman in charge of taking care of the two of you for the evening, stepped in and turned the television off.

“Those are both big wishes, but I have no doubt you’ll both achieve your dreams. Right now though, it’s time for bed.”

2022

You couldn’t fucking believe it. The Colorado Avalanche were one game away from winning the Stanley Cup and, worse, you couldn’t be at the game because you had to work.

Owning a busy bar in the heart of Denver had an even share of perks and setbacks but this was undoubtedly the worst setback yet. You knew they were going to win, you were sure of it. Unfortunately, your bartending staff was either quitting or calling off and you couldn’t make the trip to Florida.

It hurt you, but you told Erik and he wasn’t bothered at all.

‘You’ve got to take care of your business,’ he’d said, ‘when I get my day with the cup your door will be the first one I knock on.’

‘Erik, you haven’t properly knocked on my door in over a decade, don’t let the Stanley Cup change that.’

The patrons at your bar erupted into cheer as you sat in your office counting down one of the closed tills.

What was going on that they were so amped up?

Oh shit, you remembered after a moment, the game.

Scrambling out of both your chair and your office, you entered the main bar to meet a rowdy bunch hooting and hollering and when you looked up at one of the screens, you saw Erik.

“Oh wait, we’re doing the picture! I gotta go!”

You couldn’t help but laugh as his lanky body skated quickly toward the group and iced everyone in his path as he dropped down next to Gabe.

You missed him so much and immediately regretted your choice to stay home and work instead of seeing your best friend in the world’s first Stanley Cup win.

I’m sorry I couldn’t be there. I’m fucking kicking myself for not closing up and coming to Tampa.

You were pretty sure he wouldn’t respond until the next morning, if he did at all, but you felt like it was necessary to give him an apology. Erik had been there when you first opened the doors of your bar. He was there when the hype dwindled and you began to lose money, and when you found your second wind and things got better.

Now, you were living your best and the bar was absolutely killing it, thanks especially to the Avs that night, you’d be sure to send a congratulatory text to the boys you were close with.

“Good morning! I hope you slept well and I hope you’re not too bothered by the large metal trophy you’re waking up next to.”

You rubbed your sleepy eyes and ignored his voice, thinking you were probably dreaming, but when you rolled over and wrapped your arm around something cold and round, you jumped out of bed.

“What the fuck?”

You finally opened your eyes after a cup of coffee, three sugar and four creams, was set in front of you while your best friend kissed your cheek.

“Good morning, again.”

“Good morning,” you smiled at your best friend sitting across the table from you, and “good morning to you too,” you said to the hardware on the stool next to him.

“Today’s your day?”

“Yes! I’m really excited, I hope you are too, because you’re a big part of it!”

You had no idea Erik was going to park the Stanley Cup on the corner of the main bar but you weren’t too upset. Business was booming.

“Aren’t you glad I brought Erik to the Erika?”

“No, EJ, no way! The Erika is mine!”

“It is, yeah, I just wanted to solidify that.”

“You should name this place after me.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. Why not? I’m pretty cool, right?”

He was pretty cool, you knew it as well as he did. He was kind of handsome too, and maybe someone you could spend some time with but you were far too busy to entertain something like that.

“Don’t be mad.”

“I would never.”

“What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be celebrating downtown?”

“Probably, not interested in that though.”

Erik was as stubborn as he was tall, meaning he would never fucking give in regardless of how hard he was pushed by damn near anyone.

“Can we go upstairs?”

The bar was slammed and you knew you needed to stay on the main floor but Erik’s puppydog eyes pulled you in and you followed him up to the roof.

“The Erika is my favorite bar in the world, and not just because you named it after me.. kind of. It’s my favorite bar in the world because you own it, because this was your goal. You are living your dream right now and I couldn’t be happier.”

“You’re living yours too, and i’ve gotta say, yours is way cooler than mine.”

“Winning the cup has always been one of my dreams, but it isn’t the one i’ve really been wanting.”

“Sorry, what? You’ve wanted to be a champion for as long as I can remember?”

“You’re right, i’ve always wanted to win a cup. I’ve also always wanted you.”

“Erik,” your stomach floated up into your throat as butterflies danced on your skin, “please don’t play with me.”

“I only want to play with you in the house we’re going to buy with the kid we’re going to have and the two german shepherds we’re going to get.”

“Hey, hey, don’t get ahead of yourself buddy, two german shepherds is a lot of dog. Can we work up to the kid after we get the dogs fully trained?”

“We’ll see, you know how I feel about dogs. By the way, are you down to get married?”

#erik johnson #erik Johnson imagine #colorado avalanche imagine #Colorado Avalanche #hockey writing #hockey fic #hockey imagine

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☁️Paul X Reader • Dumptruck

Fluff

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Topics Included

Big booty Paul Stanley

Sassy Reader

@$$ smacking

Flirting

Jealousy

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💅✨ (Y/N)’s POV ✨👜

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“Okay everyone! That’s all for now!

Make sure to do your homework!”

Yeah right. Let’s see if that happens. I have 8 classes in total to keep up in grades & they expect it to be done at that very moment? HA! That’s sad… But I do have a C in here so I guess I should start to try to actually do it… This is Ms. Davis’ English Classroom. And me? Well, I’m (Y/F/N), (Y/L/N). I’m known as they call “popular girl”. I honestly don’t know how I grew to the fame so rapidly. I was a nerd before. Useless & boring. Always reading the books for class. Yeah, I was getting a good grade on everything, but what was this going to do huh? Was this going to get me a man in my life or have lots of people know the true me? Nah, that all changed when I became a senior. Shocking, I know. At the end of the year, I suddenly change. I want my last year in here to be memorable. Be know here when I leave this place. I know I’m popular around this place. 10k followers on Insta, best girlfriends I can have, & boys stare at my body.

I just hoping lunch comes by soon. I have to sit in this desk knowing what there’s to know & all I can hear is my stomach groaning & crackling loudly. Thankfully, one of my friends gave a bag of chips for me to eat in here. You’re probably wondering who it is. I’ll tell you right now. The Hex Girls. The Hex Girls is a rock band group. A “eco-goth” group from what they say. I honestly don’t do the gothic thing, but the girls are actually not as bad as what I thought they’d be & they’re the kind of girls I like to hang out with so we’re friends since I met them. Plus, they get to okay at my parties for the newest songs they come up with. So now I don’t have to pay for a band!

As of now or maybe even forever, my head rested on my hand feeling as if I could almost fall asleep, but I didn’t when I looked down & saw a piece of paper on my desk now that was with the hand of the lead of The Hex Giles, Sally "Thorn" McKnight, or just Sally. She’s more amazing than everyone. Her eyes looked at me then back at the note wanting me to read it now. Grabbing the paper, I opened & read.

[Looks like those boys that’s always together aren’t here today. You have any idea where they could be at?]

“Who knows where they are now… Probably making another song now.” I whispered quietly as I turned to her. She chuckled lightly starting to smile showing her fangs that brightened. In front of her is our other friend, Dusk. She’s on the drum & knows her stuff! But, she is short tempered. She once threatened to break up The Hex Girls, but she wasn’t able to. The kindness they showed made her stay with the group. Thank god cause they’re good. The next person where’s discussing is Luna. People say she’s mysterious & scary, but girl, she’s the coolest one! It’s always a new adventure with her.

“That’s probably true, but damn, have you seen Freddie’s Mercury’s ass? Man, that boy had a huge fatty.” Luna whispered turning to me since she’s sitting in the seat in front of me.

“We know all know one thing (Y/N). You’d want to smack it huh (Y/N)?” Thorn teased raising her eyebrows. As I rolled my eyes, they snickered. If anyone knows something about ass, it’s me. I love me a good plump ass. Just think of having a man with a fat ass? You can smack it all day long, lay on it like it’s your personal pillow & more things to do with a plump ass.

We all thought today was going to be a quiet day up for now, but not until the classroom’s bell had rung loudly. This meat that lunchtime is now here! I can finally get some food to eat and buy snacks at the concession stand. I have 10 dollars & that’ll last me since the priciest thing there is at least $2. Shit, we need those snacks for class. They can’t starve us now can they? If they even tried to do that stupid shit, I’d have my dad up here so damn fast. Ugh, anyways, now that all of us are walking to the lunchroom, we can sit in our seats we always sit at a table. But~! I’m going to take the elevator. I already told the girls when we were in the classroom so they already know.

“(Y/N), we’ll meet you back in the cafeteria, kay? We’ll be sitting down!” Thorn said as she turned to me since I’m on my towards the elevator. I gave her a nod as I started my way over.

“That’s fine! I’ll meet you there!” Turning back around, I walked back to the elevator and waited for it to open. Damn, how long does it take for this thing to come back up to the fourth floor?! I know there’s nobody waiting for it down there. The room isn’t even big to hold, but it had enough space. Finally! The bell for the elevator rung which meant I can get in. Grabbing my backpack, I waited for the door to-

Oh my god…

They’re in here…

(I’m hoping I got the right members.)

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📓✨Author’s’s POV ✨📝

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All four boys stood in the elevator as they turned their attention to the door before some of their eyes went wide seeing there’s a girl here, infront them and it wasn’t no ordinary girl. It’s her.

“Fucking god….Fuck this shit…”Walking in, she muttered under her breath as she stood in the elevator with her back turned to them. She wasn’t dumb either as she stood in front of the one with the earrings. His friend by him tried to whisper to him, but (Y/N) has good ears. She might bot be able to know what he’s saying, but she knows he’s talking about her. It’s almost impossible to just stand in the elevator feeling all their eyes on her. Yeah she’s popular and everyone knows her, but damn can a girl stand in an elevator without feeling like I’m about to be attacked or something so she can say she knows them and they become popular also? It’s a mess… What’s worse? Another person, a boy, came into the elevator & stood by her. But this boy began to flirt with her. Not flirting. Trying to ask her out.

“(Y/N)’ You’re looking nice everyday. Mind if I can have your number~?” The boy flirted as stood beside her. (Y/N) always gets this all the time. Boys trying to flirt with her, but she plays hard to get. Reject, tells why they’re not for her & to fix whatever she said & gives them a wink showing off her beauty making whoever blush. But this one is just plain old annoying. Straight forwards not a way to a girl… The boys in the back sure think so. The boy with the studded jacket just narrowed his eyes as the other boys listened & stared at the creep also.

“You’re gorgeous (Y/N). Come on. Come out with me won’t you (Y/N)? I’ll save a seat in my car after school. I’ll drive you back here for your car.” Suddenly, the boy placed his hand on her arm pulling her into his side more. Now, the same boy with the studded jacket felt his nerves staring to act up. Seriously?! Harass her in the public?! How shameless is this guy really is?! He was about to interfere before…

SMACK

All eyes went to (Y/N) only to see

her hand on the creepy boy’s ass!

The whole elevator went quiet as the group of boys behind (Y/N) stared at her hand on the creep’s ass while the boy’s eyes are wide from the smack and shock that she really just did that!

“Let’s see… You said you wanted to be my boyfriend huh? Awe. Sweet. Too small. I like men with big butts.”

She gave the flirting boy a deep dark grin turning slowly to him as she said that sentence then the door opened. Her face suddenly smiled once again before walking out the elevator with the other boys walking out there also. That one boy just stayed there staring at her in pure shock of what she said..

But just as she was about to go into the lunchroom a voice had yelled out.

“HE HAS A BIG BUTT!!”

“Gene!! Shut up!!”

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❱ http:˚♡Gene’s POV ˚ˑؘ ⚡️ ·˚

“Come on Paul!

If you really like (Y/N),

you should ask her out.”

“Gene, please be quiet..

I need the right time...”

I don’t understand Paul sometimes… He has a crush on (Y/N), so why isn’t he trying to confess his love to he…?She’s obviously a good match for him. And he’s a good match for her also. It’s perfect for the two to be a couple. But Paul’s acting like he’s damn timid. He’s not koi when he goes in makeup stores to get cleanser or whatever he wants in those stores, so why out all things is he acting like this? He needs to make his move before (Y/N) finds a guy she actually likes & he won’t have a chance anymore. And especially the spring break is coming up so quickly. If he confesses her love to him & she likes him back, they can spend all of Spring break together. That’ll be nice. But he needs to fess up and confess.

RIIIIIIIINNNNGGG

“Finally! Lunch is here & no class!” Bruce yelled out grabbing his bag and tried to run out only for Carr to grab his bag bc he’s short & hold him back. It’s funny how much taller I am than the rest of my friends. Bruces the 2nd tallest to me, Paul’s the 3rd and Carr is the shortest. He looks like a Smurf.

“Hold your horses Bruce, wait for the rest of us. Especially wait for Paul.” Paul is uh…the slowest one…He’s the most responsible one. He might do some things that’s not good, but they aren’t as bad since it’s teenager stuff. He quickly placed his backpack on his back before flurrying his hair out a bit and follows us to the indoor eleven. Our school is surprisingly a good one. Many people have gone to this school & came out successful in their life. For us though, we’re going to be a band. A rock band with all the edgy clothes, recking hotel rooms, playing for lots of fans, getting girls to fall on our feet, it’s definitely a big musician’s dream. Our leader, Gene Simmons, has the band already on a good track. He may have had to do some things that are a bit of embarrassing to get out band out there, but sometimes, we have to take risks to get what we want in life.

As we’re walking, Bruces talking to Paul while I’m walking beside Carr as we both listen to two. They’re mostly talking about work or the teachers we have until we arrived to the elevator. I pressed the button before I had heard Bruce say something about (Y/N) that made Paul smile slightly making him blush & rub his arm as Bruce laughed.

“Hm? What’s funny to you Bruce?” Carr asked turning his head towards Bruce who laughed more & shook his head as Paul covered his face with his hand not wanting him to see his face. Something tells me Bruce told Paul a suggestive question/comment about (Y/N) maybe. It’s funny seeing him so red whenever he thinks about (Y/N). They’ve only had like, what? 5 times encounters but it’s really just them in the hall walking to their next classes. His stupid ass never talked to her…

“Paul blushed when I told him that (Y/N) would put a lilac collar on him~”

“Peter,

what the hell…”

“Oh my god Bruce!

What’s wrong with you?!

AHAHAHAHA!!”

I’m still going to help him get (Y/N). The doors finally opened which led us to get in & press the first floor button. Thankfully, it won’t be long because we’re on the fourth floor. The elevator quickly started moving which lead us down all the way to the bottom floor.

“Paul, you gotta make your move. Who knows what’ll happen the next day with (Y/N)! Come on, I’ll help!” Paul sighed as we all looked at him.

“I want to, but we’re do different… I’m nervous what’ll happen if I do tell her I like her… She might make a fool out of me, say that I’m not her ideal type & just wink me off like she does to the boys that confessed to her..” Paul told everyone and looked down. He’s so doubtful about her. It’s only because he see how she acts & thinks she’s going to act that way with him.

“But Paul, you’ve forgot something. You got a weapon that she’ll like a lot. You have nice thick and a fat ass~…” I said as I smirked, smacked Paul’s ass making him yelp from how hard he hit him as his face flustered with his hands holding his ass slightly. It honestly funny seeing how he acted when he hit him since he immediately moved away when he spanked him.

“ACK!! G-Gene Simmons! Stop it!” Oh yeah, that was definitely hilarious. All of us started to laugh at Paul while he has a red face with arms crossed. Paul & me were the ones laughing the most. He’s leaning on the wall while I’m laughing trying my best not to fall onto the buttons from how funny it is.

“Look, how about we help you huh? You’ve done so much for us, it’s time for us to do something for you, huh? We’ll help you get (Y/N) & you’ll have the hottest babe while in a rock band. How does that sound huh? I bet the others would help too, wouldn’t you?” Bruce looked at us, me & Carr, as we both nodded in agreement with him. Paul deserved to get someone as hot as (Y/N). Two hot people together is literally the ideal for almost everyon-

Huh? We’re already on the floor…?-

…this is definitely not our floor…

And we didn’t expect this…

(Y/N)’s standing right in front of us…

All of stood still as our eyes laid on her watching her as she looked up at us then muttering something, i think, under her breathe before she had her back towards Paul’s chest. She’s so much shorter than him, but a height different is really a cute couple thing. When I looked over at Paul, he stared down at her as if he’s scared of doing anything while she’s in front of him. What’s his issue?! This is finally his time to tell her how he feels and he’s just standing here like a damn statue! I have to whisper to him to help him!

“Paul this is it! Tell her how you feel! She’ll listen to you with us here!-”

“I’m not doing it around all of you! I want it to be private when I do and plus, she’ll feel intimidated by all of us since we’re much than her! Only one that isn’t tall is Peter!-”

DIIIINGGG

We’re already on the bottom floor-

Nope, the doors opened once again..

This time, a boy came in the elevator but something felt…off…about him… When he looked to see who’s in here, the first one he noticed was (Y/N)… All of sudden, the boy started flirting with her out of the complete blue!

“(Y/N)! You’re looking nice everyday. Mind if I could have your number~?” He flirted with her as his arm snaked around her & handed on (Y/N)’s arm. What the hell is he trying to do to her.. It’s obviously (Y/N) doesn’t want to be bothered with a flirted like this guy. So straightforward, no self respect for her. If there’s one thing (Y/N) hates it’s the straightforward boys trying to get her to “play around” with them… Byt right now, just by standing beside Paul, I can feel the energy he’s feeling. Disappointment mixed with furious. Disappointed she’ll say yes to him & furious that he’s touching (Y/N) with knowing she hates straightforward.

“You’re gorgeous (Y/N). Come on. Come out with me won’t you (Y/N)? I’ll save a seat in my car after school. I’ll drive you back here for your car.” Trying to be a gentleman now huh? What a total loser..Offering a girl a car ride because that’s all you can afford. Crazy. This is why Paul is way better. He’s caring, knows how to treat a real lady like she’s supposed to and wants to be with her when he gets famous. That’s dedication. Still being with her. But what shocked me more was when I saw Gene’s face staring at him…. He looked like he’s about to grab him & slam him against the silver tin wall! There’s one rule in this friend group. Never. Get Gene to burst his bubble. Last time someone did that to Gene, they were found in the school’s dump. Another one was found in the boy’s locker room and clothes were stained pink! For a month! The whole uniform! And it looks like he’s about act now.. Gene rolled up his sleeve and took a few heavy steps forward to the bo-

SMACK

…we all stopped…

“Let’s see…

You want to be my boyfriend?

Awe. Sweet, but…

Too small.

I like men with big butts.”

Nobody said a damn word…

Paul got himself a keeper…

All of us walked out the elevator not wanting to still be there before the doors close. The boy in fact, stayed in his place staring in complete shock. She walked out of the elevator as if nothing happened! Nothing at all… I-I just can’t believe that happened…! She handled that like a damn champ! This must what it means to be a girl that’s popular in high school, does it? I would never thought I’d be like this-

WAIT!!

She said she likes boys with fat asses!

Paul definitely has a fat ass!

This is it.

This is how I can help him!

Hopefully what I’m about to do

doesn’t backfire…

“HE HAS A BIG BUTT!!”

“Ace!! Shut up!!”

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📓✨Author’s POV✨📝

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(Y/N) suddenly turned around when she heard a loud voice call out for her & saw it was the tallest guy that was in the elevator with her pointing to the short guy wearing big, hoop earrings after he shouted what he said to her. The short one pushed the tall one as he fussed at him for saying what he said, but this was now..intriguing her. Ofc, she heard that and then smirked.

“Ace, why did you say that damit?!”

“I’m fucking help you! You don’t have no confidence to say it to her!”

“Ace Frehley. If you don’t shut up now, I’m going to fucking shove my-”

“You have a fat ass huh?”

Paul & the others s turned to (Y/N) hearing her talk to them before she started to walk over towards the boys. But instead of all of them being by her as she walked towards them, the rest of them backed up a bit to watch her starring to walk around Paul as he stood still, definitely nervous of what she’ll do to him. He turned his head as he watched her examine him before the corners of her mouth twisted up. Suddenly, a loud “smack” was heard & Paul jumped slightly shaking a bit from how hard. she smacked his ass.

“Oh you definitely have a fat ass.

What’s your name cutie?”

(Y/N) asked the man posing with her arm holding up her other arm as she bit the end of her index finger’s nail. Poor Paul got hot & sweetly trying to say his name as he stuttered from the excitement & nervous he’s feeling.

“M-My name? O-Oh! M-My name is uh..s-sorry m-my name is-”

“His names Paul and he’s definitely looking for a hot chick that’s~ you.”

“Oh~? Is that so Paul Stanley~?”Looking at him as she turned to him, Paul’s brown eyes connected with her (Y/E/C) staring at each other for a sec only, Paul sheepishly & chuckled as he had nodded at her in agreement. Yes, it’s true. She’s been her admirer after he enrolled into this new school.

He moved to get in a better school after his first school has bullies that teased him for being a Jew, Jewish. Been teased for the terrible camps, Hitler & so many more stuff about it... It became a problem after he rose up to those bullies & fought then, but our Paulie got in trouble and had to move. But this is better than the other one. They actually care about him & not try to get them to just leave them alone.

“Hm. A hottie like me you say Paul? Well, I don’t talk to straightforwards a lot, but, for you a pretty boy like you?” She started to say then stopped as she had walked over to Paul making Ace back up by the other bandmates. Paul then blushes as (Y/N) suddenly placed her finger under his chin softly.

“I can make an exception for you.”

Smirking, (Y/N) backed away from Paul with shocked, flustered face and grabbed her backpack before turning to Paul & patted her eyes flirtatiously.

“See you later then chubby cheeks.”

And off she went.

Paul was the one to still stand there almost as if he didn’t believe this just happened before his friends came to him and congratulated him by patting his back odor snagging the one girl nobody could have! Only he has her! Sure, she probably has a lot of exes but Paul is different. He wants to be- no…live with her. Give her the life she deserves for such a working woman. Ace was the one to come last to him.

“See? Now that wasn’t so hard huh? You talked & got the girl you wanted! With my help ofc, I’ll take thank you.”

“Yeah Yeah Whatever. Thanks Ace.”Paul said then rolled his eyes playfully as he gently poked Ace’s Arm with his shoulder making the tall man give out his lovely loud laugh everyone loves.

The boys began to walk away toward the place they were heading, but Paul couldn’t help himself but look back at (Y/N) seeing she’s walking along with her friends towards their lunch table.

He just can’t believe it right now…

He scored the girl of his dreams.

◌﹐❀﹑✨ ◌﹐❀﹑💅 ◌﹐❀﹑🌸

◯ ༚ 。 👛 ◯ ༚ 。👜 ◯ ༚ 。💖 ◯ ༚ 。

✦ . 　⁺ . ✦ . ⁺ .✦ . 　⁺ 　. ✦ . 　⁺ 　✦

#kiss #kiss x reader #kiss band #paul stanley #the starchild #popular girl #purple aesthetic #black and purple #fatass #big butt Paul Stanley #gene simmons #ace frehley #peter criss #i don’t know what else to tag #SoundCloud

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Movie 1 - Chapter 1

Calypso's introduction

Warnings! ; none? Contact me on https://quotev.com/Myth0logy if you see any !

Walking through the hallways of Forks Highschool was Calypso Smith, a female with long pale red hair that was half up and half down. Her cold and intimidating aura made her one of the most feared people in school. As she walked, she overheard some students whispering about her, but she quickly silenced them with a harsh glare and continued on her way.

However, she couldn't help but notice that she had caught the attention of five individuals - the Cullen's and the Hale's. Despite their curiosity, she walked off and disappeared around a corner.

Silence fell over the hallway before conversation erupted once again. The Cullen's and the Hale's decided to walk away, but the small dark-haired girl named Alice Cullen asked her siblings, "Do you guys know who that was?" She looked up at them, and Emmett Cullen, the muscular guy by her side, answered, "That was Calypso Smith, one of the most feared people in school."

Rosalie Hale, the blond woman next to Emmett, looked at him and asked, "Do you know her or something?" Emmett looked down at her and replied, "We've interacted a few times, but she doesn't like having friends, so we're not friends or anything."

Edward glared at the corner where Calypso had disappeared and whispered, "I couldn't hear her thoughts." The others turned towards him, and Alice asked, "What do you mean?" Edward explained, "I couldn't hear anything from her. When I tried to hear her thoughts, all I heard was ringing, and I don't know why. That's never happened before."

Meanwhile, Calypso entered the school cafeteria and sat down at an empty table. She didn't have much of an appetite and didn't plan on eating. However, she overheard a nearby group talking about the Cullen's and the Hale's, so she decided to listen in on their conversation.

Bella, the new girl, asked Jessica Stanley and Angela Weber, "Who are they?" Calypso despised Jessica, considering her a pick me, but she was somewhat friends with Angela. Jessica and Angela looked at Bella, and Angela answered, "They're the Cullen's. Dr. and Mrs. Cullen's foster kids. They moved here from Alaska a few years ago." Jessica nodded in agreement and added, "They keep to themselves."

Jessica then glanced back at the cafeteria door as Rosalie and Emmett entered. She turned her attention back to Bella and said, "Yeah, because they're together, like, together together."

Calypso looked over at Rosalie and Emmett, who noticed her and silently nodded in greeting.

"The blonde girl, Rosalie, and the big dark-haired guy, Emmett, they're like a thing... I'm not even sure that's legal." Jessica told Bella but Angela replied, "Jess, they're not actually related." She told her friend, who looked at her and replied, "Yeah, but they live together. It's weird." Jessica looked back at Bella, "And, okay, the little dark-haired girl's Alice. She's really weird and I think she's with Jasper, the blond one who looks like he's in pain, but nobody really knows if they actually are or not." She explained, chuckling softly as she picked at her food, "Dr. Cullen's like this foster dad/matchmaker."

Angela chuckled, "Maybe he'll adopt me." She joked.

Calypso got bored after a while of hearing the conversion and was about to stand up until she heard the girls talking about her, so she stopped to hear what they had to say.

Bella looked at the two after glancing at Calypso, "What about her?" She asked her friends which Angela replied, "Oh, that's Calypso Smith and people say to stay far away from her as she's 'really scary' but she's been nothing but kind to me." She smiled which Jessica scoffed, "She's mean to everyone else, so just stay away from her, but I heard the Art Teacher is her aunt and she's the exact opposite of her which is good as we never get homework from her but I wonder why Calypso is so rude." Jessica told Bella, who nodded, "Well, maybe she lost a loved one." She muttered quietly which the two nodded, "Maybe but I doubt it." Jessica replied but Angela looked at her, "Jess! You can't say that! You have no idea what she's going through." She told her friend, who rolled her eyes.

Calypso gasped softly but she stood up and grabbed her backpack before leaving the cafeteria, catching the Cullen's and the Hale's eyes.

Alice frowned as she watched her leave, "I'm going to check on her…" She told her siblings and got up and left the cafeteria to look for Calypso.

Calypso was in the Art classroom and was sitting on a stool in front of a canvas and she drawing something on it. Alice walked up behind her and looked at the picture and noticed that it was a realistic white tiger.

"That's beautiful." She told the taller woman which Calypso turned her head and looked at Alice, "Thank you, Alice." She murmured softly and turned back to the painting as Alice brought over another stool and sat beside her.

Calypso continued to paint the white tiger as she said to the smaller woman, "I know what you are, Alice."

Alice looked at Calypso, "I know, I've had visions of you… you befriending us in the future…" She told her before continuing to speak, "I also know that you're a witch, you and Mrs. Smith." She whispered softly which Calypso hummed, "That we are, we are old friends of Carlisle and Esme, we were there when she and Edward were turned but he does not remember us, considering that it was so many years ago."

Alice quietly listened to her and nodded, "May I ask you something?" She asked Calypso, who chuckled, "Go ahead, My Dear."

Alice hesitated for a moment before asking, "Why do people say you're mean and scary?"

Calypso paused her painting and looked at Alice with a sad smile, "People fear what they don't understand, Alice. I may come off as rude or intimidating, but that's just a defense mechanism. I've been through a lot in my life, and it has shaped me into the person I am today. But I promise you, I have a kind heart."

Alice nodded, understanding. "I believe you. And I'm glad I got the chance to know the real you."

Calypso's smile widened, and she went back to her painting. Alice stayed by her side, silently offering her support as they continued their conversation and formed a friendship that would prove to be unbreakable.

After completing her painting, Calypso stood up and put everything away with Alice's help. Calypso thanked her before heading outside to join the rest of the group, carefully carrying her artwork.

Alice guided Calypso towards her siblings, engaging in conversation along the way. "So, are you and Jasper a couple?" Calypso asked, to which Alice giggled and replied, "Oh no, we're not. We see each other as siblings, and he's my favorite brother!" Calypso nodded in understanding, mumbling to herself, "I see..."

Curious, Alice tilted her head and asked, "Why do you ask? Do you have feelings for Jasper?" Calypso blushed and responded, "Oh, well... I suppose I do like him a little. He's quite attractive. But he doesn't know me, and even if he did, he wouldn't be interested in me."

Offering comfort, Alice smiled sadly and said, "Hey, I'm sure he'll develop feelings for you in the future." She rubbed Calypso's shoulder reassuringly. Sensing that Alice knew something, Calypso asked, "You know something, don't you?" Alice nervously chuckled and replied, "I'm not admitting anything." Calypso chuckled as well and remarked, "Figured." They reached Alice's siblings as they continued their conversation.

The Cullen and Hale families turned their attention towards the two females. "Hey, Callie," Emmett greeted, causing Calypso to glance up and offer a friendly smile. "Hello, Emmett," she replied.

Rosalie's gaze turned cold as she looked at Calypso. "Why is she here?" she asked, clearly disapproving of Calypso's presence, as she mistakenly believed her to be a mere human.

Calypso chuckled and communicated with Rosalie telepathically, 'Can a mundane human do this?' She then smiled kindly at the taller woman and addressed the entire group. "Well, I suppose I should clarify why I am here," she said. All eyes were fixed on her. "You see, I was intending to disclose what I truly am—a witch," she whispered, ensuring only the group could hear. "Carlisle, Esme, and Alice are already aware," she added with a soft chuckle.

Rosalie, Emmett, and Jasper stared at her in astonishment. Before they could voice their thoughts, Calypso preemptively spoke. "By the way, Edward couldn't read my mind because I've enchanted it with a hex. And, Jasper, my emotions are shielded too," she said, offering a small smile specifically directed at Jasper. He nodded in acknowledgement, remaining silent as he was not much of a talker.

The art you saw in the chapter is not mine and I do not know the original artist but I do give credits to the owner!

#jasper hale #alice cullen #edward cullen #rosalie cullen #emmett cullen #carlisle cullen #esme cullen #bella swan #jacob black #sam uley #paul lahote #werewolves #vampires #witches #canon x oc #oc insert #twilight x oc #twilight #oc

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canislupus-exe · 2 years

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Progress | stanley barber

YOU ARE READING PART TWO

fandom | I Am Not Okay With This

character | Stanley Barber

reader | no pronouns used

requested | Anonymous

warnings | body image issues, bulimia

word count | 574

keys | (Y/n) = Your name

summary | HHHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII so u know that Stanley b x reader where reader has bulimia. So like a part 2 maybe where the reader is acho ting lunch and wants to throws up but doesn't and when they get home Stan gives them love and cuddles and puts them in his lap and plays with the reader hair and says he proud they didn't throw up. Thannnnnks♥️❤️♥️❤️

editor | @feliscatus-exe

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A few weeks had passed since Stanley confronted you about your bulimia. It was difficult at first to talk to him about it. You were so scared of admitting it to yourself, but once you did, everything rushed out of you like a tidal wave of emotion. You remembered the night you came clean about everything, sobbing violently in his arms as he assured you that it would all be okay. That was also the night he kissed you tenderly and asked to be your boyfriend. Of course, you said yes.

Stanley was always patient with you. Often times he’d hold your hand while you ate, squeezing it occasionally to remind you that he was there. It was a small gesture, but oh so appreciated. Today was one of those days. You were finding it particularly difficult to stomach the food in front of you and he could tell. Every time you took a bite, you had to double your time not taking a bite. Setting your food down and stopping altogether.

“Hey… Are you okay?” He whispered, not wanting to draw attention to your eating as he knew how much you hated that. You swallowed and nodded.

“Y-Yeah I think I’m just… I think I’m just done for the day.” You replied, trying to hide the shame you felt.

“Hey, you did great! You ate the perfect amount, okay?” He reassured you, to which you smiled in response.

“Thanks, Stanley.” You whispered. He kissed your cheek, still squeezing your hand.

“Gross,” Sydney said, stretching out the o in her statement. You looked at her and raised your eyebrows.

“Ever since you guys started dating you’ve made me a massive third wheel. Have some decency.” She said as she threw a fry at you. You laughed and threw the fry back at her, but missed terribly. The playful shift helped distract you from thinking of the food you just ate, and you were thankful for that.

>><<

You were thankful to be able to flop onto Stanley’s bed at the end of the school day. It always seemed so much comfier than yours. Maybe it’s because it was his, but no matter the reason, you were making yourself comfortable regardless.

“I see someone is ready to take a nap,” Stanley said as he entered his room. You looked up and smiled.

“Maybe.” You responded before closing your eyes. You felt the bed shift next to you and arms wrap around your waist. You turned and opened your eyes, your vision filling with the image of his wonderful face. His gentle smile. His sparkling eyes. Everything you loved about him.

“I’m so proud of you.” He whispered. Your face became a considerable shade of red.

“Proud of me?” You asked.

“Yes. You did amazing today with lunch. You’ve been doing amazing for the past few weeks actually. I’m just so incredibly proud of you.” He replied. You felt tears well up in your eyes at his words, but you didn’t want him to see you cry. Not again. You buried your face in his chest and held him tightly, to which he chuckled in response.

“You’re so cute.” He whispered, beginning to play with your hair. You always savored this side of him. The side no one else got to see. The incredibly romantic side that you could never get enough of. You melted into his touch as he massaged your scalp. What a lovely night.

#i am not okay with this imagine #ianowt imagine #i am not okay with this #ianowt #sydney novak #stanley barber #dina #brad lewis #stanley barber imagine #stanley barber x reader #fluff #angst #progress #canislupus.txt

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missuswalker · 9 months

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AHHHHH THE LOVE LANGUAGES WAS SO CUTE!!! Dyk the headcanon a lot of ppl have that Stan bleaches his hair? Can I pls request hcs of Stan and f!reader (21) being bffs and bleaching their hair together impulsively while wasted 🫶🫶🫶 THANK U SO MUCH SO EXCITED!!!

THIS IS SO. i have no words, i love this so much

bleach || stan marsh x fem bff reader headcanons

you and stan probably JUST came back from some rager you guys crashed, and both of you were totally gone

somehow you guys ended up in the cvs near stan's appartment, don't ask how, it's like you guys just appeared (kyle dropped ya'll off in front of stan's appartment and ya'll just walked off)

after grabbing a few snacks (gummy bears and chips neither of you liked) you guys accidentally stumble into the hair dye isle

"dude, what the fuck, we could be.. we could be kyle's," you say, picking up a box or red hair-dye.

not hearing a response from stan, you turn around

he was standing there with a stupid grin on his face and bleach in his hand

yeah, you guys bought it

you guy find your way back to his apartment, thanking god he was only on the second floor. if stan had to go up more than two flights of stairs he'd either vomit or pass out. or both.

it takes him, like, five minutes to get his key in the damn door, though

immediately upon entering, he starts to tear the box open while you put all your shit on his counter

"how the fuck do you do this?" he groans, looking at everything in the box.

eventually you guys figure out you had to mix some things together in a bowl

"stan, read the fucking instructions" "i'm not reading that shit, i can figure it out"

yeah, that's where you should've taken a step back

but you weren't exactly sober

so you let it happen

putting on the goofy ass plastic gloves, he takes out a glob of the mixture, spreading it on your hair, doing his best to rub it in evenly

"oh shit, hold on, you're supposed to do it with the brush thing i think"

whatever, he keeps doing it with his hands.

then he does his, and ya'll wear the shower cap things

you both look at each other realizing you haven't been keeping track of how much time this shits been on you hair

it'd been like 45 minutes

oh well

he lets you wash his hair out in the sink

his didn't look that bad, maybe a little more yellow than it should've been, but whatever

he makes you wash your own because it was past his bedtime

so you weren't told yours was, like, an ugly yellow (yours was on longer than his)

at least your hair wasn't falling out!

the next day you guys woke up on his floor with insane headaches

and blond hair

"what the fuckkkk...." "STAN WHAT THE FUCK"

"it doesn't look too bad 😁" "stanley, if i look in the mirror and i'm bald, im seducing your dad and becoming your step mom."

he takes you to get it fixed, though, just because he feels bad that you had piss yellow hair

he keeps his the way it is

he likes it

a/n: i loved writing this, thank you pookie

#stan marsh #stan marsh x reader #south park x reader headcanons #south park

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roninreverie · 2 years

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Grunkles in Connecticut:

(Stan and Ford walk down the street, people pass them by including a group of 6 kids, one with purple hair, and most of them in odd fashion.)

Stan (Thinking): Kids these days...

Stan (Aloud): You sure there's actually some sort of weird anomaly in this place, Ford?

...

Ford?

(Stan turns to find Ford has disappeared... without warning... again.

He pokes his head around the corner to see his brother crouched in an alley next to the dumpster, his notebook in one hand and a pen vigorously scribbling in the other.)

Rat 1: Bread of wisdom grants us speech!

Rat 2: We desire more!

Ford: Fascinating! 🤩

Stan: Woof.... no thank you.

(He goes into the café and gets in line, ordering a coffee to pass the time until Ford gets done with the *whatever that was* he was doing in the alley.

He thanks the barista for the drink and take a sip before his eyes dart upward only to see... her!)

*SPIIIIIIT!*

(Coffee goes spewing, the barista ducking out of the line of fire thanks to her hard-earned customer service reflexes.)

Stan: M-M-M-Marilyn! It's you!

Barista (exasperated): Are you friends with Marilyn too?

Stan (awkwardly): You... could say that. Haven't seen her in years though. So what's her story?

Barista: Yeah, she tried to pay for an order with a live racoon and got banned for life. She also enchanted the croissants which led to a bigger problem in the alley. It was cool at first, but now... eek...

Ford (busting through the door, both rats in a cage, complaining about bread): Stanley! I knew there was something interesting going on here! The readings on these rodents match our initial wave detection perfectly! We're onto something! I told you sailing to Connecticut was a good idea!

Barista: Wait... Did the city send you guys to take care of the talking rats? Finally!? Yes! Please! Take them with you! Thank you!

Stan: Uh yeah, sure sure.... but I’m gonna need that photo there, too. For uh... for evidence?

(He points to the autographed headshot and the Barista hands it over gladly.)

Barista: DEAL!

(Stan takes the photo of Marilyn and sips his coffee contently as Ford continues to interview the weird rats.

They leave the café and proceed to wander about town.

All the creepy little rats wanted to talk about was bread.

Stan thought back to Tad Strange who also loved bread... maybe they could ditch these rats with him on their next visit to Gravity Falls?)

Ford: Blah, blah... Science! Blah, blah... Anomalies! Blah. Bread! Blah, blah...

(If, that is, they didn't all drive him nuts first.)

#gravity falls #owl house #crossover idea i want to draw eventually maybe #stanley pines #stanford pines #toh Marilyn #gravity falls marilyn #eda clawthorne #WIP #roninreverie #text post

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nightfall-by-jacqui-natla · 10 months

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14. ALANA

RHONA AND ALANA ENTERED THE MANSION WITH SIX DEAD DEERS BETWEEN THEM. There were a few blood droplets on their face and clothes. Joseph and Simon smiled at their entrance. Gabriel and Helena looked on at the two female vampires holding the freshly dead deer.

"I'm guessing the hunt was good," commented Gabriel.

"Well, this one," Rhona shook the deer in her right hand. "Was being a pain when I tried to get it."

"What are you all up to?" Alana spoke.

"I was telling Violet how I met Gabriel," Helena replied.

"Did Ethan do that stupid song?" Rhona asked.

"No, but Violet did," Gabriel said, pointing at me.

"You know the song too?"

"It's a classic." That was all I could reply to.

"Maybe introducing that song to Ethan was a bad idea." Rhona sighed, shaking her head. "So, what else have you been up to?"

"I was getting to more about the rest of the coven," I answered her, but I saw Alana's golden eyes enlarged at me. "About the leaders and Helena."

Alana threw the deers onto the floor, the rage in her eyes, and raced upstairs with speed, growling at us. I watched her with guilt as she disappeared upstairs. And I think Simon appeared more guilty than me when he looked down at the ground.

"Simon, you didn't tell me about her," I said in defence. "Or him in this matter."

"I know," he answered. "But she made us promise that we wouldn't. I should talk to her."

Simon headed for the stairs but I stopped him before his feet could touch the stairs.

"I think I should do it," I said and walked upstairs.

I arrived upstairs and spotted Alana sitting by the windows. She was just looking at the darkness of the outside world. Alana knew who it was behind her without looking.

"You let your curiosity get the better of you, don't you?" she spoke in an angry tone.

"Okay, Alana," I responded. "I don't understand what I did, to make you hate me."

"I don't hate you, but... Violet, it was traumatic."

"Then talk to me. What happened to you?"

"No, I can't. You can recover from your trauma. I couldn't. None of us did. But you did, and you choose to brag about how horrible your dad was. I don't care how miserable your human life was." Alana was still looking at the windows.

"Listen, I understand you don't want to talk about it," I said calmly. "I'll drop it."

I was hoping to get to know her better. Simon told me more than she does. I turned and walked away from her slowly.

"Lawrence Clifford," I heard her Scottish voice say, making me stop. "His name was Lawrence Clifford."

"Was he Ethan's dad?"

Alana nodded. "I didn't want to do it." She sounded upset as she spoke.

"What don't you want to do?" I asked, sitting down next to her.

"This... it's best if I start from the beginning. I was born in 1878 in Glasgow, Scotland. My parents were Jeannie and Stanley Roberts. I was third-born in a family of six."

"That's a big family," I commented and Alana chuckled.

"My family moved to England when I was two years old. We lived in poverty so getting money was like digging through the trash. It was bad. I didn't get my first job until I was nineteen when I became a 'maid' for several clients. And I'm being polite by using the term 'maid'."

"What were you?" I questioned her. "Like, a prostitute?" Alana looked at me with her golden sad eyes, giving me a silent answer. She was a prostitute. "Oh." I looked at the ground briefly and back up at her.

"Yeah, I was a wench back in the day." Alana declared. "My family weren't happy about it, but they understood why I did it. I continued it until seven years later when I was twenty-six. I came to the unfortunate to meet Lawrence Clifford, an upperclassman in his fifties, and I do 'favours' for him.

"As time went by, he became obsessed with me and one day, he asked me to be his wife. Of course, I refused the offer since he was old. But that was a big mistake."

"What do you mean?" I sounded worried for her.

Alana bit her lip and sighed. "After I refused his offer, he slapped me across my face. I fell onto the floor and... He focused himself on me."

I couldn't help but feel sorry for her. I couldn't imagine what that must have been like.

"It lasts about thirty minutes but it felt like an eternity," resumed Alana. "It was like he was stabbing me. I felt numb after that. A month later, I found out I was pregnant."

"I'm so sorry" was all I could say. She was raped. Ethan was a child of rape. He must've known about that; that was why he saved a woman from the same trauma as his mother experienced. She must've been proud of him when he told her.

"I struggled to support myself during my pregnancy," said Alana. "No one would help me because of what I did. And I kept thinking I was most likely to die in childbirth. After my son was born, Simon entered the hospital and took us. When we were both far away enough from the human population, he turned to me. I told him about the rape, Simon arrived at Clifford's house and killed him."

"I thought the vegetarian vampires don't kill humans," I spoke.

"He did it in one punch. He didn't bite him. He used his advanced strength. While I was getting my self-control, Simon did the most work when looking after Ethan: feeding, changing, and even getting him to sleep. All this time, I saw something in him that I didn't get the chance to see."

"Which was?"

"Compassion. Love. Back then, I realised that these men were just using me for their own needs." Alana growled at the last word. "But with Simon, he was far different from them. He was kind, gentle and understanding."

I smiled at her. She was right about Simon. I looked on at her.

"That was when I fell for him," said Alana with a giggle at the end.

"You guys seem great together."

"Yeah, we do," she sounded calm as she spoke. "Hey, um... sorry about my behaviour. I guess I was that angry about my past."

"It wasn't your fault," I replied. "You rejected him and he doesn't take it as a smart man. I'm glad Ethan was raised by you and Simon."

"I'm glad too."

Alana got up with a large smile on her pale face. She wrapped her arms around me, giving me a tight hug. I hugged her back.

"I thought you're not much of a hugger," she said.

"Well, things changed," I answered with a small grin.

"Maybe you could talk to Rhona. She was kinda in my shoes. We became friends because of it."

I let go of her and Alana strode to the stairs. She seemed a lot happier than she was after she opened up to me. I headed to the stairs to look for Rhona.

Continue to 15. RHONA

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