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☆ I just wanna see you shine cause I know you are a stargirl ☆

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☆ started may 5th, 2023 ☆

[angelicyouth]

Treehouse

⇢ pairing: kenny mccormick x marsh!reader

⇢ genre: high school AU ; text messages

⇢ synopsis: ❝Low on weed, you decide to take a chance and hit up your brother's local drug dealer.❞

⇢ warning: mentions of recreational drug use

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what toys are we talking about 🧐🧐

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Sorry if this is weird but Stan with a pet rabbit who is the reader??

summary :: you being Stan’s rabbit hcs

note :: how could I resist such a cute and abstract request? 😭

warning :: none

reader’s gender :: none mentioned

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Stan is a very gentle and soft spoken person when it comes to animals.

Especially small, fluffy ones.

He understands that rabbits are a very delicate species, so he’s very careful when he holds you, or pets you.

He’s had a bunny before; snowball (I guess he didn’t really count as a pet) so he knows the gist of how to handle a rabbit.

He lets you run around his room all the time and laughs whenever you jump or binky.

He talks to you about the most random things. He likes to speak out loud in the hopes you get used to his voice.

He’s very protective, he doesn’t like Shelly or his parents handling your because he’s afraid they might drop you, bathe you or give you bad food.

Stan is the type of owner that doesn’t smother his pet in love, he just waits for them to come to him for affection.

He sometimes naps with you on his bed.

Only Kyle knows about his absolute soft spot for you/rabbits.

He teaches Kyle how to properly cradle you.

He likes to play guitar and write lyrics in his room with you.

The best at giving you scratches.

If he’s drunk and thinks about you dying he will hold you and cry.

Gives you your favourite fruits all the time.

He giggles when you lick him. It’s so cute.

HES SO CUTE I LOVE STAN

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nooo kyle!! don’t you know? you miss 100% of the shots you don’t take!! just do it!! ( ´•̥̥̥ω•̥̥̥` )

((beautiful angst ab!! even though i’m like </3 now))

poor kyle has gone through so much :( but don't worry!! cupid is in the area and he'll receieve a valentine soon!!

(thank you lala!! valentine is on the way and will be released soon so i hope it can turn your </3 into <3!!) ☆

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♡︎༺ Let You Break My Heart Again ༻♡︎

☆ hi hi hi!! i bring another kyle piece :3. this one is inspired by let you break my heart again by laufey. she speaks for the hopeless romantics + those who experience unrequited love. which unfortunately kyle goes through a lot of. i definitely recommend listening to the song while reading!! would you guys like a second part to this inspired by her song valentine? as always feedback and advice are welcomed!!

warnings include: semi angst, unrequited love, heartbreak.

character: Kyle Broflovski

reader is gn!! 796 words ☆

☆ Pretend that we are more than friends. Then of course I’ll let you break my heart again ☆

Kyle Broflovski stared out his window, a piece of pie, a cup of coffee, and books littering his desk. He felt sick, maybe it was the late-night meal kicking in, maybe it was the thought of you. This had been a common occurrence over the years, harboring feelings for you since the fourth grade. He thought you were absolutely breathtaking, intelligent, and caring. You were unlike anyone from South Park, resembling an angel sent down from heaven. He’s watched your past relationships, coming to the conclusion that he would never be the one for you. Kyle compared himself to your past partners, noticing every little difference between the two of them. Believing that you would never have eyes for him, why would you? You were the best person in the world, and he was just himself. Over the years Kyle tried to distract himself with his studies, his friends, and even other people. His attempts to pursue other relationships failed time and time again, never feeling the love he felt for you. You two are very close, hanging out constantly, having almost an identical schedule, and being in the same circle of friends. Trying to fall out of love with the person who has played a large part in his life seemed impossible. No matter how many times he has tried to distance himself, Kyle is always drawn to you. He’s struggled and prayed to God but never seemed to be in Heaven’s grace. Kyle longed to be loved just as he loves you, a beautiful and passionate love that seemed to rival even the strongest love. 

Until that day arrived he continued to wish on stars, hoping that maybe you would one day be more than just friends. He wants to pretend that you could be lovers, dreaming that he could be yours. The two of you are young adults now, closer than ever before. Kyle has everlasting thoughts replaying in his mind, years of memories being evaluated, searching for clues that showed you could possibly return his feelings. Kyle was consumed by you, morning, afternoon, and night. You had a place in his heart that would forever be yours. The kindness he has received from you, he wasn’t lying when he thought you were like no other. You were always there for him, lending a shoulder to lean on during his toughest moments. Standing up for him when others were scared to, and being someone he could rely on through thick and thin. You were one of his dearest friends, not wanting to ruin the lifelong friendship you two have, he swallowed his feelings.

He didn’t want to risk losing you, even if you were to be only friends, he would accept that fate. However, he wondered if the two of you would ever be anything more. Exchanging songs with hidden meanings, late-night calls, and sunset views at Stark’s Pond. He looked for you in every aspect of life, finding your beauty in nature, in songs, in everything pure and light. 

He wished to tell you how he felt—wanting nothing more than for you to feel the same. Kyle is someone who feels every single bit of his emotions. The thought of being rejected and potentially destroying what the two of you had made me feel sick. He vowed to never let that happen, he preferred a broken heart. For you he would do anything, placing your emotions and well-being above his. This wouldn’t be the first time he has dealt with this situation, it seemed that unrequited love is the one for him. Kyle shed a tear, he didn’t want to cry. He knows he has to be strong, Yet he understands that feelings can become overwhelming. Kyle wonders if you have ever felt the same as him, being in love with a person who doesn’t seem to love you back. He wonders if you have ever cried over those emotions, he hopes you never go through that experience. 

You deserve to have someone love you with every ounce of their being, to have someone who would be there for you no matter what, someone who will appreciate you for everything you are. Kyle thought no matter how much he tries to fall out of you, the more he thinks about you, the deeper he falls. You take up all his mind, his being, and his heart. Kyle waits for the day his love for you ceases to exist, until then he’ll be lost in thoughts of you. Imagining a world, a timeline, and an alternate universe in which the two of you are more than friends. He is pretending that it’s a possibility. Until then, he’ll endure all the pain of heartache. Kyle will let you break his heart, again and again. 

[5t4r1uv3r]

the war has ended (my classes are over), i have faced endless horrors (finals). the battles have been lengthy and tiring but i shall now return home (more fics are on the way). ☆

[n0tangeliccc]

Give in

Stan x Fem!Reader

(All characters are 18+)

Warning: Cheating and references to sex

A/N: The bitch is back from her break (yes Im aware I said it would be a week long break but now I’m free of all the things that were stressing me so woohoo!!)

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You’ve always liked Stan Marsh. Maybe it was the way he’d look at you, or the lingering touches you two would share, or maybe even the steamy make outs you two would have in secret. Every little thing he did make you yearn for him even more but there was one problem, Wendy Testaburger, Stan’s long time on and off girlfriend and…you’re best friend.

You had felt guilty when first it happened, Stan had come over to your house after yet another breakup with Wendy and one thing led to another and you ended up under him. It became a common thing, Wendy breaks up with Stan again? Stan comes running to you and you help him relieve his pains and frustrations. Slowly it wasn’t only during their breakups, anytime they’d fight or he just felt frustrated with anything in his life he’d come to you. It wasn’t always for sex, sometimes he’d come to you for comfort.

You and Stan started to get closer as friends and from that you began to develop feelings for him. You knew it was wrong, you wanted to feel guilty again but every time his lips were on yours all those feelings would disappear. Was it really that wrong if it felt right?

The jealousy that ran through your veins whenever you saw him and Wendy together again was painful. You wanted needed him to be yours. You didn’t care if you were being a terrible friend, you didn’t care if Wendy never forgave you, you didn’t even care if it ruined your reputation, you needed him more than you wanted to admit.

Stan felt the same way, you could see it in his eyes whenever he would see you around. He didn’t feel the spark of love with Wendy anymore but he also couldn’t stop going back to her. He got used to the break ups, usually they’d make him mope around and feel like shit but now he had something to look forward too after it. He didn’t think much of it the first time, him and Wendy weren’t together at the time so why did he have to feel guilty? Sure he felt guilty the first time he did it while they were still together but that guilt left him fairly quickly and he found himself running to you for everything and anything.

Every time you guys were together you wished he’d finally give in and left her. You even told him and he simply brushed you off with a “I’ll break up with her soon” but that wasn’t good enough. You couldn’t take it anymore, the tension you two shared every time you hung out with him and Wendy. The poor girl clueless of her boyfriend and her best friend’s affair. You knew she would be heartbroken and you knew she would hate you forever but you didn’t care. You only had one thing on your mind….

Stan Marsh

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i'm so glad i finally got those hcs up!! seriously they took 3 days to write, but that's cause of work + school. speaking of school, my last day is monday so i'm gonna have more free time during summer ( i live in the usa) but my work schedule is gonna get a bit crazier, nonetheless i'm super excited to write more!! ☆

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☆ Butters + Team Craig dating hcs ☆

☆ hi everyone!! once again i want to thank everyone for all the love team stan's dating hcs has gotten!! i'm so incredibly grateful for all the support!! so i present butters and team craig's version. as always i welcome feedback/advice!!

characters: butters stotch, craig tucker, clyde donovan, tweek tweak, tolkien black, and jimmy valmer.

reader is gn!! 2406 words!! ☆

☆ It's not the pale moon that excites me. That thrills and delights me, oh no It's just the nearness of you - Laufey ☆

☆ Butters Stotch ☆ 

☆ He is the sweetest boy in the entire world!! He isn’t very confident when it comes to girls, comparing himself to his peers, especially due to the constant belittling from his parents and his friends (mostly Cartman). 

☆ He used his art skills to confess, making a mini book depicting special moments in which he started to love you. As well as your favorite flowers and a teddy bear that reminded him of you. 

☆ As seen in Butters’ past relationships, he gives all of his heart to you. You literally have him wrapped around your finger, if it’s within his abilities, he will do it. 

☆ Butters is a clingy communicator. He will call you over 5 times a day and send you multiple messages. The only exception is when he is grounded, but he has his ways. 

☆ When Butters is grounded he calls and messages you through a burner phone. He has to whisper so he isn’t caught or risks getting the phone confiscated. 

☆ You guys definitely have matching profile pictures on every social media, from pictures of your dates to Sanrio icons, his personal favorites are matching as Hello Kitty and Dear Daniel. He lets you pick who you want to be. 

☆ He will always talk about you to his friends, to the point where everyone knows almost every detail of your relationship. You swear the only thing he has kept hidden is your social security number. 

☆ Dates with Butters include going to Bennigans, Ice cream dates at Willy’s Chilly Ice Cream Parlor using his employee discount, playing Hello Kitty Island Adventure, and sneaking in to hang out when he’s grounded. 

☆ Butters loves PDA, he’s always holding your hand, pinkies interlocked, an arm around your shoulder, or resting his chin on your head. He especially loves it when you trace the scar on his eye. 

☆ Butters is the sweetest and most understanding boyfriend, he will always be there for you, anytime, anywhere, any day.

☆ Craig Tucker ☆

☆ When people first met Craig Tucker many assumed he hated them. Constantly flipping those around you isn’t the friendliest introduction you can make, but that was Craig. 

☆ Being seat partners allowed the two of you to interact more than you have in all the years you’ve known each other. You won him over when you gushed over Stripe, asking him questions about the guinea pig, and wanting any updates about him. 

☆ If you share a love for space and astronomy he is on his knees proposing, in his mind at least. On the outside he would just call you, soooo cool. 

☆ He confessed to you during a trip to the planetarium, wanting to confess under the cosmos. An environment he was familiar with to balance a new step in his life. 

☆ Craig is still deadpan, sarcastic, and stoic, even more so with you. That’s how he shows his love, teasing you to great lengths just to fluster you. Giving you a small smirk after he’s succeeded. 

☆ It’s canon he uses pet names, he prefers to use classic ones such as darling, honey, love, and babe. He’ll only use silly ones such as pookie, snookums, and sweetie pie to get under your skin. 

☆ After a while of being official, Craig calls you Stripe’s parent. One of the ways he’ll tell you he misses you is by saying Stripe misses his parent. 

☆ Dates with Craig will usually be somewhere under the stars. He feels the most comfortable in their presence, any intimate conversation is had in the audience of glimmering lights. 

☆ On the occasion they aren’t, he’ll take you to an amusement park, make dinners, and babysit either Tricia or Stripe. 

☆  Overall he is tough to open up but once you’re in, he’ll love you to the moon and back. 

☆  Clyde Donovan ☆ 

☆ You were in many of Clyde’s classes, most of which you sat behind or near him. He found you very attractive and wanted to talk to you. Being not very academically smart he decided to start asking you about lessons he didn’t understand, especially math ones. 

☆ Winter finals were coming up and the exam for your math class was worth 20% of your grade. Clyde very nervously, decided to ask you if you would help him study at your house. When you agreed he was ecstatic, he viewed it as the perfect opportunity to ask you out on a date. 

☆ After the session Clyde was very straightforward about his intentions. Admitting that he admired your compassion, patience, and good looks. He wanted to get to know you better through dating but would accept if you only wanted to be friends. When you agreed Clyde gave you a childlike grin and promised he would give you his best.

☆ He is a sweetheart with a sensitive soul, so he’ll treat you like royalty and loves if you do the same for him. His love languages are words of affirmation and quality time, especially if he’s on the verge of tears. As he’s gotten older he tries to not let his tears out, striving to be seen as a strong guy. 

☆ He can be a bit cocky, being voted the cutest boy in the 4th grade skyrocketed his ego. So when he flirts he tends to think he’s being smooth in reality he sounds like a dork. If you tease him about it he’ll just pout or try and brush it off by being suave, it does not end in his favor. 

☆ He loves to spoil you with shopping sprees, he has mall connections due to his dad being the owner of the shoe store. So you’ll get to have a field day on him of course. 

☆ For dates Clyde loves having movie nights, being an avid film fan he makes sure you guys are on top of every single new movie coming out, screening, or on the verge of debuting. He loves playing any spot, he is very competitive but will let you win from time to time.

☆ He is super big when it comes to PDA, his hands have to be on you at all times. From having a hand in the pocket of your pants, to an arm around your waist, kissing you anytime he can, and affectionately referring to you with pet names for anyone in a 5-mile radius to hear. 

☆ Clyde will show you off anywhere he can, at his spot games, to his friends, at school, at parties, and to his family. He will talk about you to anyone who will lend an ear. Everyone knows about your relationship, down to every little detail. 

☆ Over all Clyde loves with his very soul, he treasures you like no other. He knows he is lucky to have you by his side. 

☆  Tweek Tweak ☆ 

☆ Tweek has seen you around school and during his shifts at Tweak Bro’s. It was extremely difficult to form a connection since he was extremely weary of everyone. The only way he grew to be more comfortable in your presence was a mixture of making your intentions clear and consistent actions that confirmed your promises.  

☆ When his crush on you started to develop he became an anxious mess, screaming about pressure, shaking constantly, and increasing his coffee intake. 

☆ You had to ask him out since his anxiety kept getting the best of him, it was more of bringing attention to the bond the to of you had since you were always by his side and had crossed the line of best friends.

☆ He isn’t fond of PDA, the only thing he feels comfortable with is hand-holding. Other forms of affection are shown in private settings, he becomes incredibly stressed over showing affection in public. Thinking others are judging his actions or how he shows intimacy. 

☆ You’ve basically become an expert on how to ease his nerves, helping him calm down when he’s especially on edge. In a way, you’re his safe space, he has told you that you give him the feeling of home. Seeing as his home life is chaotic, his parents’ pressure on maintaining the shop, their lack of help on his condition, and the underwear gnomes. He finds solace in you. 

☆ You often help out Tweek when he’s at work, having to be a bit sneaky since his parents want their shop to only be family operated. 

☆ If you’re not helping out in the shop then you’ll be fetching the coffee orders, this is a common occurrence if it’s slow or busy. Tweek is thankful for your help and showers you in praise. 

☆ Dates with him are very personal taking place in locations where it feels like you’re in your own world. Bike rides around town, trips to your secret location, nighttime playground dates, and library trips. 

☆ Physical touch and words of affirmation are his love languages, your company means a lot to him. The security and consistency you provide help him navigate his anxious tendencies. He sometimes feels as if he isn’t enough for you due to his nature, your words settle his mind. 

☆ Thins he loves to do for you are playing songs on the piano and baking your favorite treats. These are ways he shows his love for you since it can be difficult to express his emotions. 

☆  Tolkien Black ☆ 

☆ Tolkien is a known gentleman, he is always willing to help out wherever he can. This along with standing up for what’s right has led you to cross paths with him. Sharing similar morals and maturity levels is what catches his eye. 

☆ Being lifelong friends is what made Tolkien realize he was in love with you. Compared to the rest of the town you were very level-headed and brought a sense of calm in the storm that is South Park. You were his rock, he knew he wanted you in his life forever. 

☆ After a discussion on how to navigate your friendship crossing the line into relationship status you both agreed to take it slow, getting to know each other through a new lens. 

☆ Tolkien isn’t shy of PDA but isn’t very big on it either, he shows a happy medium. Choosing to show you his love where you two are in a world of your own. To the public, they’ll only see arms linked together and the occasional kiss on the cheek. Behind closed doors he is the most passionate lover ever, showering you with kisses and hugging you to no end. 

☆ He is the perfect boyfriend, always there for you when needed whether it be for emotional support, physical needs, or someone to depend on. Tolkien is always there for you. 

☆ Of course he is spoiling you to no ends, if you mention something Tolkien is giving it to you the next day. You told him you ran out of something, he’s got 5 identical ones waiting for you. He picks up extra of your favorite personal care needs so you’ll never run out. You have specific interests? He is getting you every little thing related to it, mountains and mountains of stuff waiting at your disposal. 

☆ Tolkien’s top 2 love languages are physical touch and acts of service. If you hug him he’ll melt in your arms, basically turning into putty. He loves feeling you against him, it makes his heart beat fast. For acts of service it’s because he already has everything he could ever want, but having someone remember the small things he has to do every day warms his heart. It makes him fall for you all over again.

☆ Date nights include game nights he loves having new challenges and facing them with you. Dinner nights especially the ones in which he cooks for you, testing new recipes, and hearing your thoughts make it all worth it. He also loves trying new experiences with you from adventures to new places opening up. 

☆ Tolkien will serenade you with music, from love songs to lullabies when you can’t sleep. He’s got an angelic voice and will use it to express his love. 

☆ The sweetest gentleman around, Tolkien’s love is like no other and it’s only for you.

☆  Jimmy Valmer ☆ 

☆ Jimmy first noticed you at one of his comedy shows, being a frequent audience member he looks forward to seeing you in the crowd. 

☆ After attending his shows he decided to thank you and ask you if you would help him with setups. Giving suggestions and laughing at his material has him head over heels for you. Jimmy lights up whenever he hears your laughter. 

☆ After becoming his right-hand person Jimmy knows he wants you to be by his side forever. After all, laughter makes the heart grow fonder 

☆ Jimmy loves to use corny pick-up lines just to get a giggle or chuckle out of you. It seriously puts the brightest smile on his face, he glows from pride whenever he gets a reaction from you. 

☆ If you unexpectedly return his energy he turns into a little strawberry, red dusting his cheeks as he sends you a smile or laugh. 

☆  He loves to hear words of affirmation from you. Knowing he is the reason for your laughter, smiles, and joy while he’s around, is the reason Jimmy loves what he does. 

☆ Dates with him range from candlelit dinners at Buca de Faggoncini, study dates are 100% a thing as well, he also loves quality time so any moment he can spend with you he’ll take. It’s never a dull moment with him around. 

☆  Comedy club dates happen at least twice a month, a night full of laughter with you in his eyes is heaven. You’ll bond over the evolution of comedy, scoping out new talent, and it also helps with writer’s block. 

☆ You two are known as a dynamic duo around town, never being seen without each other and perfectly balancing each other. Jimmy thinks he’s the luckiest guy, being honored to call himself your boyfriend. 

☆ Jimmy feels blessed to have you as his partner, he thinks you are the coolest and most understanding person on Earth. He cherishes you with all his heart. 

[angelicyouth]

Youth ; Chapter 13

⇢ pairing(s): kenny mccormick x marsh!reader ; craig tucker x marsh!reader

⇢ genre: childhood friends to lovers ; high school AU

⇢ 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: sexual content

⇢ [AO3 link] ; [series masterlist] ; [extra info]

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“So do they like… Kiss each other and stuff also?” My brother asks me under the soft material of the blanket the two of us are huddled under, the fleece thrown over both of our shoulders.

I loudly slurp at my instant ramen before answering, the flavorful broth of the soup it was cooked in messily spraying itself over my lips. Laughter resounds around the mouthful of food when I process the question he asks, my brother smirking in amusement as he brings a thumb up to lightly wipe the liquid off. 

“Pfft! No, just me. I mean, I wouldn’t mind if they did! But they fight all the time, so… Who knows?” I bring the pair of plastic chopsticks in my hand back into the hot metal pot between the both of us, fishing for another lump of noodles to chew on. 

Stan and I opted to eat our midnight snack directly from the container we cooked it in as we almost always do, the both of us usually too lazy to bring out more dishes to separate the food between us. The living room is dark with only multicolored lights dousing our figures in brightness, the television turned on in front of us. 

“Hmm.” He hums at my answer as his eyes lazily flicker at the moving images being projected, the anime we decided to put on providing us entertainment for the night. 

My eyes distractedly follow the rising steam getting emitted from our food, slowly wafting up as it disappears in a seamless transition into the darkness around us. The gentle murmuring of the show playing provides a dull background noise to my thoughts.

“... I’m sorry for not telling you about it right away.” I silently say into the space between us, the guilt still consuming me even with my brother back at my side and finally talking to me again. 

Stan is quiet for a moment and I’m patient—whether he answers me or not. “No, don’t apologize. Don’t ever apologize if you didn’t do anything wrong. Haven’t I taught you not to do that?” My eyebrows slightly crease in confusion at his words before his arms reach out to wrap themselves around my shoulders, bringing my body close to his chest. 

There’s a pained expression on his face as he mumbles onto the crown of my head, “... I’m sorry you felt like you had to keep it a secret from me. It hurts to know that I wasn’t the safe haven I’ve always tried to be for you as your big brother, as your other half. It was never my intention to make you feel like you couldn’t tell me anything, that you’d be scared of my reaction.”

My brother's voice drops even lower and despite our close proximity, it’s hard to hear his next words. “… I felt like a failure, N/N. It was humiliating to find out with the rest of the guys, to find out that Kyle knew but not me.”

His eyes clench shut in deep regret for making me feel the need to hide things from him and my hand quickly shoots out to tightly grasp onto the fabric adorning his frame, his shirt soft under my fingertips. “No! No, please don’t think that. Please. This has nothing to do with your ability as my sibling because you’re the best big brother anyone can ever ask for. I’m so lucky to have been born as your sister and I wouldn’t trade this life for a different one, ever.”

When he doesn’t say anything more to my words, I wrap both of my arms around his waist to hug him back. “I understand how this might make you feel and the implications of me not telling you might be, but you’ve got it all wrong. I was only scared because you mean so much to me. I could give less of a shit as to what anyone else says to me about the things I do, but you? Your opinion matters so much to me. I’d be devastated if you thought any less of me, Stan. I love you so much that the idea of you harboring any kind of negative feelings of disgust, disappointment, shame—anything towards me, just tears me apart from the inside.”

My heart weeps at the hurt I’ve inflicted onto my brother, my hushed whispering desperate to convey my feelings. “You don’t have any idea on how much of a pedestal I put you on. We’re only a few minutes apart but I not only admire you so much, but everything that you are and do for me. It’s crazy when you think about the timeline of human history because I could’ve been born in the 1920’s or living my life in the 70’s and you in the 50’s. I often think about how I'm so incredibly lucky that I got to exist at the same time as you, much less as your twin sister. Because really, what are the odds of being born with someone else like that? I love you so much, Stan and I’m so, so sorry for making you feel this way.”

No one says anything for a while before his arms tighten their hold around my frame. His voice is soft, so low as he tells me, “I want you to know that I’m here for you no matter what, always. It doesn’t matter what it is or the consequences that may come with it, I’ll always be there by your side. Yeah, we’re twins which means I get overprotective when it comes to my baby sister. But before anything else, you’re also my best friend, you know? I may get angry or upset but that doesn’t change the fact that I’d help you bury a dead body or something, regardless of what I was feeling. I’d never let my temporary emotions dictate permanent decisions when it comes to you, ever.”

“Even more than Kyle?” My voice is wobbly and thick with tears, my brother fondly snickering at his cry baby little sister and my childish competitiveness. 

“Of course, you don’t even have to ask. From the womb to the tomb, right?”

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“Please!” Ike whines, his smaller arms wrapped around my shoulders from behind the chair I was currently sitting on in the dining room. 

“Leave us alone, Ike. We already have to babysit you, let us finish our homework.” Kyle doesn’t take away his eyes from studiously writing onto the worksheet in front of him, his eyebrows creased in intense concentration.

The curly haired teen and I were originally supposed to meet at Tweek’s cafe to get some assignments done together, that is until Aunt Sheila got called into work for an emergency. When the Jewish red head rang me to inform me of the last minute change to our plans, his brother loudly demanded for me to come over in the background.

“I pinky promise we can play when we’re done, okay? We can do whatever you want and I’ll even make you a snack. My time is all yours once this is finished, I won’t even go home until you’re tucked away in bed and fast asleep.” I softly placate the younger one and his temper, flashing him a reassuring smile. He tightens his limbs around me one last time before letting his hold go with a sigh.

The ravenette sticks out his tongue at his brother before swiping my cell phone from the corner of the wooden structure, plopping himself down onto one of the chairs across from us. I’ve always allowed the younger to use my phone whenever he wants to, most of the apps on my mobile device being games that he's downloaded for when he gets bored.

He rolls his eyes when he sees Kyle eyeing him in warning due to an incident that occurred several years ago. The younger Broflovski got a stern talking to from Uncle Gerald when he began to ignorantly make in-app purchases without my knowledge.

“Ew. Why do you have stinky Kenny and stupid Craig as your lock screen? Wait. Why do you have them as your lock screen AND home screen?!”

“Ah…” Kyle and I exchange an awkward glance, my eyes widening as I motion my head for him to take the reins in offering an explanation. He’s your brother, my eyes silently convey.

He rolls his emerald orbs, a pained expression on his face for having to clarify the unconventional relationship to his younger sibling. “They’re N/N’s boyfriends.”

“Which one?” The elementary schooler asks in irritation, furiously swiping at all of the pictures of Kenny in my photo album that he’s taken on my phone whenever I wasn’t looking. 

“… Both of them.” The elder Broflovski squints his eyes, watching the younger of the two invasively go through my phone for further evidence of our relationship. 

“What! But you were supposed to marry me when I got older! Don't you remember, N/N? When I asked you and Cartman said that you should accept because that was the last time you'd be hearing those words from another human being in this lifetime?” His eyes are wide at the information, his fingers momentarily stuttering to a stop as his disbelieving face looks at the both of us.

I roll my eyes at the reminder of Cartman's constant amusement at my nonexistent love life (he knows the boys and my brother wouldn't allow it, but whatever—now I have two boyfriends while his fatass is all alone!). Kyle just snorts at his brother’s childish dreams, the wishful thinking painting his next words with a subtle chuckle.

“You’re too young for her, Ike.”

“Sorry little bud, but two’s already a handful. I’m not sure if I can handle three.” I softly smile in affection as I ruffle the tufts of black on his head. 

I keep my body leant over the table, comically bringing a hand to cup around my mouth to whisper in conspiracy to him. “And I wouldn’t want them to get jealous of you. It wouldn’t be fair to pit you against them.”

“Ugh!” His tiny body slumps in exasperation despite my words, causing half of his face to be obscured from our view, hidden by the wooden edge of the dining table.

“You can’t, N/N. You just can’t! You were supposed to marry Kyle so we can be official siblings by law!” I loudly laugh at the younger Broflovski’s words for changing his initial stance, trying to grasp whatever remaining straws he could to keep me in the family. 

His indignation is endearing as I know that he’d absolutely despise it if his older brother dated me after years of being possessive whenever I came over. It never went away when he was a toddler despite his parents insisting that it was just a phase, much like a baby refusing to share their favorite toy.

I stand to my full height and lazily stretch the kinks out of my body before picking up the moping Ike, his head burrowing into my neck as I walk towards the kitchen. Softly, I plant a small yet reassuring kiss into the soft locks of hair adorning the crown of his head. 

“Okay, okay. Let’s go make that snack, yeah?”

I smile into his hair, affection filling me to the core at the fact that the ravenette didn’t seem to care about the number of people romantically involved with me. And if I decided to add extra chocolate syrup to his ice cream sundae as thanks, only Ike would know.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

My lack of vision enhances the rest of my senses, twin pairs of hands holding onto my own and settling onto my lower back to guide my walking form. When I register the sound of water falling, my eyebrows furrow in confusion. 

A waterfall..? 

We hadn’t walked that far from when the boys decided to ambush and kidnap me from the video games I was playing with Kyle and my brother. This causes my thoughts to wander and shoot theories in rapid fire, trying to form ideas as to where they're taking me. To my knowledge, there wasn't a location like this close to town and that information was a sure fact after going on adventures with the boys throughout our adolescence.

When the soft material of my makeshift blindfold comes off, my eyes sparkle in utter excitement after they adjust to the sudden brightness of the scenery before me. The fragrant smell of flowers strongly engulfs my entire senses, the boys having taken me to the Enchanted Garden we used to sneak into as kids during our fantasy role-play of elves versus humans. Cartman was especially notorious for getting into fights with the old man whose backyard we’re currently in whenever he got caught (his heavy body made his footsteps loud, always making it easy to hear him).

The sound that caught my attention comes from both a fountain of water made of gray marble and a mini waterfall perched high against stacked rocks. We’re surrounded by a colorful assortment of flowers and the vibrant green of well-taken care of grass and trees—their colors so vivid, as if in technicolor despite the inky darkness surrounding us. The white gazebo in the center of the garden has overgrown vines beautifully curling around the lattice of its material and I notice that the boys have added their own flourish, adorning the wood with beautiful fairy lights. 

The warmth of the gentle yellow they radiate cascades down like sparkling glitter onto the picnic they set up inside the structure, a careful assortment of snacks and pillows over a large blanket. I can see from my peripherals a pretty bouquet of my favorite flowers next to a charcuterie board, my mind quickly wondering how on earth they got their hands on one as artistically adorned with crackers, meat, cheese, and fruits as this one.

There’s faint music coming in from the old portable radio that Kenny used for our first date to the drive-in, and surrounding the site are a various assortment of tealight candles. They only add to the comforting ambiance of the current illuminance, their flickering embers casting dancing shadows around the area.

I notice that from my standing position, there’s a trail of flower petals leading me to the area of surprise and for a moment it feels like I’ve stopped breathing, at a loss of breath at the effort the boys went through for me. My hand is shaky as I bring it up to my mouth, desperately willing myself to not cry again because it's felt like that's all the boys have seen me do these past few weeks.

A large hand lightly places itself onto my lower back, Craig presenting me with a small smile and a soft chuckle at my watery eyes. Kenny gently grabs onto one of my hands as they guide me with a walk around the whole garden to admire its beauty.

The blonde playfully hand feeds me the food they brought, mimicking those famous paintings of people offering vines flourished with grapes to the mouths of Greek Gods, albeit in a more sultry way. Craig is quick to admonish him about his supposedly bad hygiene and pulls me away from the teen so that I don’t get sick.

Kenny pouts at the distrust before he gently hefts my body up, our shadows joining those inflicted from the fire of the candles as we dance to the tunes of 80’s nostalgia. Our chests softly rise up and down when we lay to join the ravenette, my hands tightly linked with both of theirs as we stare up at the stars greeting us tonight.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

“Can my pretty girl grab the sparkling apple cider from the picnic basket, please?” Kenny adorably asks, a wide grin crossing his features.

I playfully roll my eyes at the blonde for weaponizing his cuteness before I softly smile in fondness, reaching for the basket to the side. The wicker of the bag feels rigid yet smooth against my fingers as I prop the lid open, my entire body freezing at the contents inside of it.

Because there, in the middle of the otherwise empty wooden container, is a small box covered in a soft black velvet with a white bow carefully wrapped around it. My hands tremble when I slowly reach out for it and once the object is comfortably lying on the top of my palms, I look at the boys with wide eyes as they smile at me with affection.

“Go on, open it.” Craig encourages me from the side, his voice hushed as he tucks stray locks of my hair behind my ear.

What greets me is a beautiful ring, the silver band adorned by a simple heart shaped gem. It looks similar to that of a wedding ring with the way that the translucent stone is rather large in appearance and the main focal point of the jewelry. It's simple but cute—it's perfect.

My lips are slightly parted as my breaths come out in short yet quick puffs, my vision blurring from the build up of emotions that the gift has bestowed upon me. Kenny gently grasps onto the metal piece from my hold as he slides it to my ring finger on my left hand, my body slightly shaking in his soft caress.

Once properly on, the blonde makes eye contact with me as he slowly brings my smaller hand to his face. His lips are soft as they graze my now decorated finger, his voice gentle.

“Happy one month, my love. We hope you like your promise ring.” 

Ah, I think at my realization. So this is what today is for.

A sob rips through my throat, tears of happiness rapidly cascading down my cheeks once they could no longer hold themselves back any longer. My eyes are still on the large rock on my finger, fixated on the physical commitment of love and the material promise of a future together. 

Craig softly chuckles at my crying face, mumbling a low cute as he brings a hand to cradle my cheek. His thumb lightly wipes away the wetness from my skin before he brings his face close to mine, pressing a tender kiss to the skin of my forehead.

“I know in most relationships, this would be considered stupidly early. But our love isn’t like most. And well, you’re all that we’ve ever known since we were kids. So to us, it just feels like an official label just got placed because this love has always been here. It has always existed and it has never changed. And this promises that it won’t, not ever and definitely not for the worse. You’re the only one for us and this is a physical reminder to you of our loyalty and devotion.” He mumbles against me, his thumb rubbing soothing circles into my sticky cheek.

Kenny grabs onto my shoulder as I continue to cry, bringing me to his chest and wrapping his arms around me. He playfully wails when the ravenette glares at him for taking me away from his hold. “My love, my light, the person I hold dearly to my heart—don’t cry!” 

When he looks down at me, his tone of voice changes as he softly coos when I hiccup against his shirt. His hands softly run through locks of my hair as he kisses the crown of my head, a smile on his face from my appreciation.

And all I can muster up at this moment are the feelings that I’m most confident of in my heart, so sure in its meaning and the people it’s for. My voice shakes but is certain in its message, in the emotions it conveys.

I love you.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

When I finally calm down and happily munch away on our food, Kenny pulls out his cellphone in order to take a selfie to post on his Coonstagram story to commemorate our date. I warmly grin up to the camera with a peace sign next to my head before the blonde turns his body to face my own, a cute pout on his face.

“No, N/N! You’re supposed to show the promise ring we got you!”

I fiercely blush at his words, the demand making me stutter. “Wha-no! That’s too much, Ken! I don't want to rub it into anyone's faces!”

No one even knows about us but the boys but that's besides the point, I think in indignation as I immaturely pout to myself.

He rolls his eyes at me, his cellphone on standby with his camera app still open. “Not obviously, duh. Pretend you’re tucking your beautiful hair behind your ear, or something. Just subtly angle your hand so that it catches the light and shows!”

“Such a fucking attention whore…” Craig mumbles around a grape he pops into his mouth, his eyes off to the side to look at a curious squirrel passing through.

“Fuck off, asshole. If I have a smokin’ hot girlfriend then I’m gonna show her off to the world—her beauty deserves to be paraded! This is the kind of thing that can end wars!” The blonde is passionate in his speech, his unoccupied hand clenched into a tight fist as his eyes brightly light up in enthusiasm.

“So… For clout?” The ravenette disinterestedly says as he reaches out for a pretzel next, a smirk on his face and clear challenge shining through his eyes as he riles the other male up.

“No, Tucker. Not for fucking clout!” Kenny slams his phone onto the hard deck of the gazebo in indignation and I wince, worried about his already horribly cracked screen. 

He huffs before immediately changing his expression to take a picture and smiles when he deems it satisfactory, his fingers quickly darting along the broken glass on his device. I snicker over his shoulder, my arms wrapped around his body from behind as he captions the picture: when ur circle is small but y’all are crazy :P

“If I want to show everyone she’s mine, I’d do it in an entirely different method.” The stoic teen has a slight quirk on his lips as they move around his deep yet husky words, the ravenette roughly wrapping his arms around my waist to pull my body onto his lap. 

Craig immediately latches his mouth onto the column of my neck, his tongue quickly darting out to wet the expanse of flesh he has access to before I loudly whimper at the sharp feel of his teeth breaking skin. He’s quick to sooth the area of abuse with a wet kiss and another hot swipe before he has my breaths coming out quick and short at the harsh suction of his mouth.

Only Craig Tucker can take me off guard and literally take my breath away, holy fucking shit.

A large hand comes up under my shirt, cool fingers and rings against warm skin eliciting a chain reaction of goosebumps to appear along my entire body. Unlike his mouth, the ravenette takes his time with slowly trailing his fingers along my sides higher and higher, until they skim against the underwire of my bra. 

The teen’s unoccupied hand comes up from behind my back to deftly unhook the offending material before another one roughly massages one of the mounds of flesh on my chest, my breath sharply hitching in my throat as his fingers come around to softly pinch at the sensitive nub of my nipple. One of my hands reaches out to hold onto his wrist, squeezing at the enthusiastic onslaught the ravenette is inflicting in two places at once out of seemingly nowhere.

Kenny lazily lounges against the pillows around us as he watches, my eyes mesmerized as I watch the bright red of a strawberry wrapped around his long fingers get engulfed into soft pink. His lips are tantalizing as they wrap around the fruit, his crystal eyes shining in amusement as he leans his larger body over mine. 

The blonde takes his time in bringing our faces together before he uses his tongue to push the tender piece of fruit into my own mouth, both of our tongues dancing around the sweetness as he dominates our kiss. When we separate, he keeps our foreheads together as he brings two fingers against my lips. His slender digits apply slight pressure before they get engulfed into my mouth as I swallow around his fingers and the strawberries he fed me. 

Without removing the point of contact between his hands and me, he takes his time in lightly dragging his slicked fingers down from my face to the column of my neck. His other hand pushes up the rest of my shirt as he continues to trail his digits down until they come around my other breast. Craig removes his hands when the blonde gives attention to that area, using his now free hands to tug at the material of my shirt off of my frame.

As Kenny works his hand on the recently abandoned mound, his other mouth latches itself around the neglected side of my chest and I loudly wail at the wet heat and the teasing scrape of his teeth. He wetly mouths further down against my skin, alternating between dragging his tongue against the length of my body and sucking down against me. 

He leaves a wet trail around blossoming shades of a mixture of deep red and vivid purple, marking his way and further claiming me as his own. The blonde hooks his fingers around the belt loops of my jeans, tugging at the coarse material until my legs are relinquished of their hold. When his mouth finally makes it to the fabric covering my heat, he teases me as he licks against the thin barrier between the two of us.

All the sensations I’m currently feeling are overwhelming my body, my nerves alight in a fiery heat. My hands shoot out to tightly hold onto the blanket underneath my body in an attempt to ground myself, my head overloaded with everything I’m feeling at once. I keep myself tethered to my surroundings as I force myself to follow along with the current melody playing around us, the lyrics profound as I listen to their words.

You know that I’m falling and I don’t know what to say

I’ll speak a little louder, I’ll even shout

You know that I’m proud and I can’t get the words out

“I wanna be with you everywhere.” The blonde hotly sings along, mouthing along every curve and dip of my form as if it was his own religion that he was worshiping—as if memorizing my temple of a body and committing it to his memory.

His fingers lightly trail themselves up against my thighs, so agonizingly slow before he softly tugs off the lace of my underwear. The blonde’s attractive face hovers over my body, his dark eyes watching my flushed expression. The hot breath of air that gets let out when he chuckles at the wrecked sight of me hits my slicked skin and a loud sob catches onto my throat from the desperation filling me to its core.

The sound that got caught in my throat gets savagely released into a high pitched wail when his tongue slowly drags itself over my weeping folds, his lips wrapping around that specific small bundle of nerves to lightly suck at it. One of his hands comes up to rest itself against my bucking hips to force my body down, his eyes never leaving my face as he smugly watches the reactions he invokes.

The blonde’s tongue teases my entrance, circling around it and exerting slight pressure that’s not quite enough. My slightly parted lips open wider to whine before the ravenette behind me forces two fingers into my mouth, immediately silencing my words of complaint.

“You don’t want to be a bad girl, right? Because bad girls don’t get to cum.” Craig hoarsely says from behind me and I’m drunk in pleasure as I clumsily jerk my head into a nod against his shoulder.

I harshly suck on his fingers, the wet sound erotic and crude. His voice is both deep and husky behind my ear, commanding in the firmness of his tone and the authority it holds.

The ravenette sounds absolutely wrecked, lust fiercely drowning his words. "Good girl. Just be patient, okay? You don't have to worry your pretty little head off. All you need to do is relax and enjoy, we'll take care of you."

A moan rips through my throat as Kenny begins to fuck me with his tongue, one of my hands shooting out to harshly grab onto a field of blonde hair. He deeply chuckles at my rough treatment, the vibrations sending a jolt of searing heat into my core. My erratic breathing has gotten so loud, drowning out the sounds of the music playing in the background as I can feel the steadily increasing pressure in my lower abdomen build up. 

But before the growing bundle of nerves can find their much needed release, the cold air of the night harshly hits my hot core and I wail at the loss of contact from the blonde. His azure eyes bore deep into my form as his tongue lazily works on cleaning up the area around his lips, the area slicked wet from his previous ministrations and from me.

Kenny kisses me and I can taste myself on him before both boys level the playing field as they strip themselves from their clothes, switching positions as they throw various garments of material carelessly onto the floor. When Craig settles in front of me, his hands roughly grabs onto my waist to flip me over onto my stomach.

The ravenette’s larger hand settles itself under my lower stomach, gently pushing it up to command an arch to my back. The new position washes me in a feeling of intense excitement as I settle myself on my forearms, my body compliant to anything the boys wanted to do with me. 

The teen behind me settles a fluffy cushion underneath my abdomen for comfort before pulling his hand away and I feel my lips curve into a fond smile at the caring gesture. The grin on my face quickly gets knocked out of my face when I sharply inhale at the feeling of his length glide over my heat.

Craig takes his time in collecting the wetness from my folds to lightly tease at my skin, making the motion seamless from the natural lubricant. My eyes are creased shut at the sensation before a hand grabs at my chin, angling my head up to look at the smirking blonde above me.

Kenny looks absolutely mesmerizing from this angle, his sweat-slicked skin creating an ethereal glow to his handsome face. The sheen inflicted from our activity further accentuates his firm body, highlighting his slender yet toned form. My attention get interrupted from my admiration of the tantalizing sight as he pumps himself a few times before directing his hard member to my lips, my mouth obediently opening up for him.

He softly groans as he lightly rocks his hips into the hot cavern of my mouth, his hand sliding to the back of my head as he collects all of my loose hair into one hand and away from my face. His grip gets tighter at the eager suction of my mouth, my lips forcing out a moan around the blonde at the slight pain the tugging deliciously feels.

My tongue rubs along the vein running along the underside of his heavy length, my wet muscle alternating between that and swirling itself around his tip. What doesn't fit in my mouth, my hand is quick to tend to the neglected area as it wraps around his remaining girth.

The blonde’s other hand comes up to softly cradle at my red cheek, his thumb soothingly running along at the warm skin. Heavy breathing and small curses of fuck and holy shit’s escape from his parted lips as I hold eye contact with Kenny’s azure orbs, my nerves alight in fire at the pleasure I was providing with just my mouth.

He smiles at my eagerness to please for my first time as his breathy moans accompany his steady stream of words of praise. He commends my actions with fond eyes, encouraging everything I do.

I loudly moan around the blonde when I feel the blunt head of Craig's member exerting slight pressure at my entrance, his body shallowly fucking his way in as my body slowly eases at the intrusion. He’s careful to not hurt me, allowing my body to command the pace of how much it takes him in and when. The ravenette is patient, his hands on my waist rubbing his thumbs at my sweat-slicked skin and peppering soft kisses in encouragement along the length of my back.

“You’re doing good, babe. Just take your time.” He mumbles against my skin.

When he finally bottoms out, he keeps his form still as he allows my body to adjust to his length. He doesn’t move until I press my hips against his more firmly in clear want, the motion flipping a switch that sees merciless pounding.

“Fuck, look at you. So pretty just for us, hm?” Kenny says as Craig drills deeper into me, interchanging the motions of his hips to different paces of speed to find out which one makes me the loudest. 

When nothing but frantic moans of pleasure escapes my mouth, the ravenette stops his ministrations with expectant eyes.

“That’s not good enough, beautiful. You know that I need to hear you say it. For who, N/N?” Craig dedicates this break to pressing wet kisses against my spine, his hands tightening their grip on my waist in dominance.

“For you! For you and Kenny! Only for you two!” I babble around Kenny, desperation consuming my entire being for him to continue.

“Good girl, no one else will ever do for you after us. We're all your body will crave.” He rewards my words by placing a hand onto my lower abdomen, slightly exerting pressure and I whimper at the sensation the actions cause. It feels like I can feel his length inside of me more, the awareness making me feel dizzy at the onslaught of sensations everywhere around me. 

“You like that?” Craig speaks up from behind me again when my head starts to drop in overwhelming ecstasy, my blonde lover having to support my head up as he cradles my cheeks so that I can keep my mouth around him.

“I-I like it, I like it! Keep doing it, please.” I whine, tears profusely leaking out from the corner of my eyes.

Kenny laughs while Craig brings a hand down to rub at my neglected bundle of nerves, the combination of sensations further electrifying me. “Fuck, baby. You say things like that and I’ll cum.”

“Cum!” I cry out, eager to please both of the teens inside of me.

“Yeah? You want us to cum inside of you? Want me to fill you up and then fuck my cum in and out of you? You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Craig’s pace is relentless as he snaps his hips, the blonde on the other end harshly bucking up into me as he fucks into my mouth at an unforgiving pace.

“So dirty, baby.”

This is the last thing I hear from my blonde haired lover before my orgasm hits me at full force, stars dancing along the back of my eyelids at the intensity of my release as they softly catch my collapsing body. A pair of hands settles me comfortably onto the pillows and blankets, a soft material gently wiping the inside of my thighs and at the moisture on my face.

Soft kisses are pressed against my damp hairline as they mumble words of praise at how good I was being and how good I felt onto my flushed skin. Arms get wrapped around me, long fingers affectionately running through my hair in cathartic motions that threaten to put my already tired body to sleep.

When my eyes finally flutter open and my breathing has evened out, both boys are on either side of me affectionately smiling down at my resting form. I tenderly grin up at their faces, my hands wrapping around both of the arms they have over my waist.

"So... How was it?" Kenny smirks, the slight curve to his face hugging his already knowing expression. It's extremely cocky and just so Kenny that I can't help the soft giggles coming out of my mouth.

He brings a large hand to lightly cradle my face, gently running his thumbs over the vivid blush on the skin of my cheeks from the exertion of earlier.

"I really loved it!" I beam at them as the blonde brings his face closer to softly rub his nose at my skin when a large grin overtakes his blissed out features. Craig snorts in fondness, his fingers never pausing to a stop in between black tresses when he places a kiss to my forehead.

"Yeah, well. I really love you."

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

GROUP CHAT (KENNY MCCORMICK + CRAIG TUCKER)

BigDMcCormick (Kenny): (picture of his hand)

N/N: ?

FutureAstonaut (Craig): okay, i’ll probably regret asking but i’ll bite

FutureAstonaut (Craig): what the fuck are we supposed to be looking at

BigDMcCormick (Kenny): (close up picture of his hand)

N/N: i don’t get it, ken

N/N: am i supposed to be looking at the piece of lint ur holding?

BigDMcCormick (Kenny): idk but it looks important

BigDMcCormick (Kenny): you should probably come over and pick it up before i lose it

FutureAstonaut (Craig): give it up for kenny mccormick, ladies and gentleman

FutureAstonaut (Craig): once again proving why i keep any group chat with you in it on do not disturb

BigDMcCormick (Kenny): fuck off, asshole

N/N: you’re cute for that :))

N/N: but you could’ve just asked!

FutureAstonaut (Craig): (picture of a piece of unpeeled shrimp on top of a chocolate chip cookie)

BigDMcCormick (Kenny): dude… what?

FutureAstonaut (Craig): sorry, i was just under the impression that we were posting irrelevant pictures in the group chat now

FutureAstonaut (Craig): my bad

N/N: omw ken!

BigDMcCormick (Kenny): you’re a fucking asshole, you know that?

BigDMcCormick (Kenny): N/N can’t bring you to my house then

FutureAstonaut (Craig): wait no 

FutureAstonaut (Craig): im sorry

FutureAstonaut (Craig): kenny.

BigDMcCormick (Kenny): fuck you

BigDMcCormick (Kenny): btw, you spelled ‘astronaut’ wrong in ur username

BigDMcCormick (Kenny): so you might wanna change it, cause i don’t think i can wait until i’m 70 years old when ur dumbass is finally able to get sent to space

FutureAstonaut (Craig): …

N/N: dw, i’m picking you up babe!

N/N: also

N/N: i’d wait for you even if i was 100 years old and if you aren’t able to by then, then it’s okay

N/N: because i’d wait until the next lifetime and the next, however long it takes if it meant getting to see you achieve ur dreams <3

FutureAstonaut (Craig): i love you

BigDMcCormick (Kenny): (rolling eyes emoji)

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

When Kenny’s cell phone loudly alerts him of a call, he blindly reaches a hand out until his skin meets the cool surface of his mobile device. Bringing it up to his peripherals without ever looking away from the computer screen in front of him, his fingers quickly glide across the surface of glass to accept the call before he places it in between his ear and his shoulder.

“Hello?” The blonde distractedly asks, momentarily snickering at a flawless headshot he just executed.

There’s a moment of silence, only the sounds of quick breathing being heard over the line that the blonde briefly wonders if someone butt-dialed him.

“Kenny.”

Registering Craig’s signature monotonous voice, he begins to childishly pout through his next words in impatience. “Where the fuck are you guys? I’m starving my fucking ass off, and that’s a lot coming from me.” 

The ravenette doesn’t answer for a while, a beat of silence stretching between the two teens and for a second, he starts to think that either the signal is terrible or the call got cut off.

“She never came.”

His eyebrows crease in confusion at the vague words, his hands dropping the controller in his hands to properly hold his phone closer to his ear. As if increasing the pressure would allow him to hear better, that he wrongly misheard.

“… What?” 

“Y/N… She never picked me up. I went over to her house because I thought she got held up or something but she’s not here. Her mom told me she left more than half an hour ago and I didn’t even see her on the way to her place.” It’s at this moment that Kenny notices the uncharacteristically weak tone of the ever confident ravenette on the other end of the line, his voice unstable as his words come out shakily. 

The usually stoic teen’s words get increasingly hysterical, his panic bleeding thick through his tone. And while Kenny would’ve jumped at the opportunity to make fun of the rare display of emotion, in this particular situation he doesn’t—he can’t. 

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

The next morning on the South Park morning news, Y/N Marsh is officially declared missing.

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☆ Team Stan dating hcs ☆

☆ Hello everyone!! These are the first headcanons on my page, I'm so excited!! I apologize if any of these hcs seem too ooc, feedback and advice are always welcomed!!

Warnings include: projectile vomiting, pda, mentions of arguments, and mentions of death.

Characters: Stan Marsh, Kyle Broflovski, Kenny McCormick

Reader is gender neutral!! 958 words ☆

☆ You are, by far, the brightest star I've ever seen. And I never dreamed I'd be so happy that I could die - Lana Del Rey ☆

☆ Stan Marsh ☆

☆ As he’s grown older Stan’s habit of throwing up around his romantic interests has gone away. He still tends to get nauseous but you won’t have to worry about him projectile vomiting on you.

☆ The way he asked you out wasn’t any grand gesture, he slipped a note into your locker asking you to meet up with him after school. Where he confessed his feelings and asked you to be his significant other. 

☆ Stan isn’t the best when it comes to texting, he prefers to talk face-to-face or in person. So that means lots of FaceTime calls, him showing up at your home, or him asking you to go over to his. 

☆ Quality time is crucial to Stan, he wants to spend all the time he can around you. At school if you share any classes, bi-weekly dates, and hanging out when your schedules allow it. 

☆ Stan prefers to keep dates simple, opting for trips to Stark’s Pond, either on strolls or ice skating during the winter, having movie nights, and listening to music together. 

☆ Speaking of music, he has definitely written songs about you. He will also learn all of your favorite songs on guitar and will sing them to you. 

☆ Stan will not be too big on PDA, he prefers showing affection in small settings. However, if you two are out in public he’ll always have an arm around your waist. Occasionally sneaking pecks on your cheeks and forehead. 

☆ As seen in the past Stan is sensitive and jealous, so he’ll need constant reassurance and praise. 

☆ You’re the main communicator in the relationship as Stan struggles to express his thoughts with proper phrasing. It has been the cause of disagreements and fights. 

☆ Over all Stan tries his best for you, to be there for you, to help you, and to love you. 

☆ Kyle Broflovski ☆

☆ In the beginning Kyle was extremely awkward around you, having difficulty navigating his emotions after failed relationships. 

☆ Due to his experiences, it took him a while to confess his feelings to you. Trying his best to push his feelings aside yet he had many moments where he slipped up. 

☆ After gathering the courage to confess he decided the perfect way would be to write you notes, poems, and letters that he would leave in your locker. 

☆ The final note you received was to meet him at Stark’s Pond where he confessed his feelings for you. 

☆ Kyle is a hopeless romantic so he’ll give you the world. Spoiling you with anything and everything you could ever want. 

☆ He isn’t big when it comes to PDA, preferring to link arms, hold hands, and forehead kisses. 

☆ Kyle always wants dates to feel special, striving to make them as perfect as possible. From moonlight dinners to picnics with your favorite foods, reading poems or books that remind him of you, and taking you to Denver Nuggets games. 

☆ One of Kyle’s favorite ways to spend time with you is having study dates. His grades are incredibly important to him and he takes it upon himself to make sure you’re succeeding as well. 

☆ He has always had a short temper and strong beliefs, he tries to control those emotions to not hurt you or cause any spats. Kyle wants to understand your feelings and views through your eyes, so he’ll set aside his thoughts and understand you before he gets his point across.

☆ Even though he will get jealous, Kyle trusts you with all his heart. His love is for you and only you, you are his whole world. 

☆ Kenny McCormick ☆ 

☆ Kenny’s reputation as a flirt has followed him since he was a child, he hoped you didn’t view his attempts of getting close to you as that. At the beginning he viewed it as such, but as he got to know you better his feelings developed. 

☆ Kenny was very straightforward with his crush on you, he toned down his flirting and playboy nature. Wanting to show you that he only had eyes on you. 

☆ Taking steps back he planned how to woo you, dividing his attention and actions solely on you. Kenny vowed no matter how long it took you to understand his feelings he would wait for you, even if you would reject him.  

☆ The day you accepted Kenny’s love was the best day of his life. 

☆ His economic situation made it so he had to be creative to display his affection, he truly wanted to give you the world. This includes acts of service, making you trinkets, giving you flowers from a nearby garden, and saving up his money to get you nicer presents. 

☆  Kenny is huge when it comes to PDA, he has to have a hand on you whenever you’re around. He especially loves having his hand on the curvature of your back nearing your ass. If you’ll allow him, he's making out with you, anywhere and everywhere. 

☆ Cuddle or hug him from behind and he will melt in your arms. If you’re not hugging him, Kenny is hugging you at any chance he gets. 

☆  Dates consist of talking at Stark’s Pond, late-night drives, stargazing in the woods, or spending time in your bedroom. 

☆  Kenny is incredibly selfless, often putting your needs and emotions above his. To many life is the most precious gift, but after dying so many times he realizes that the most precious gift is the people in his life. You and Karen being the most important ones. 

☆ Kenny loves you to hell and back and to heaven and back. Quite literally.

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☆ Omg first post on my page!! This is inspired by Fifty Fifty's Cupid. Sorry if it's too ooc, but I do appreciate feedback!! I envisioned a teenage Kyle will writing this also GN reader! 657 words ☆

☆ Now I'm so lonely (Lonely) Oh, I wish I'd find a lover that could hold me (Hold me) ☆

Kyle Broflovski has never had the best luck when it comes to love. From one sided relationships, to unrequited crushes, and especially having his relations being interfered with by Cartman. Out of his friend group, he just didn’t seem to be on Cupid’s good side. He would see couples all over South Park. Constantly reminding him of what he could never have. No matter how hard he tried, or how many times he put his feelings on the line, he would never receive the romance he sought after. No matter how many times they broke up, Stan would always have Wendy. Despite their past toxic relationship Cartman and Heidi were still an item, as they grew so did their understanding for each other. The only other single in the group was Kenny, regardless of his lack of a relationship, Kenny was beloved by many of the girls at school. Kenny still had past relationship experiences that overshadowed his, he would always pale in comparison. Kyle’s experiences made him decide to swear off love, his heart could not bare to go through the pain he has experienced. If he was worthy, love would find him one day. He still hoped for his special someone, it was an unconscious thought that always lingered in his mind. Kyle was a hopeless romantic, since his childhood he dreamt of having a love that was straight from a movie screen. Hearing childhood friends talking about their experiences made him realize he was missing out. He lied in bed at night tossing and turning over his conflicting thoughts. The loneliness he constantly felt was a curse, only being increased more and more by those around him. Kyle’s past still haunting him is what made him weary of love. Would he ever find his special someone? Could he give his all to his future partner? These thoughts consumed him yet made him only want to love more and more. Kyle stared at his ceiling as he thought of the past few weeks. The adventures he’s been on with his friends, the few weeks of peace at home, and the past days at school. As the memories raced in his mind there were a few that kept recurring. The new kid at school. South Park doesn’t see many new kids as most of the population doesn’t know of South Park. At first when Kyle’s mind had endless thoughts of you he chalked it up to you being new. After all, you and your family were the talk of the town. His family having had you over for a welcome dinner, him showing you around school, and the competing kids of South Park fighting over which group you’d eventually join. You were the reason his mind was on overtime. Kyle came to the realization that once again, he was in love. He, Kyle Broflovski, was in love with you. For days now his mind was plagued with thoughts of you. From the way your smile lit up a room, the way your voice made math equations sound like honey, your kind and caring demeanor. Kyle could go on and on about your qualities that draw him towards you. He had pushed his thoughts to the side due to fear, love made him feel stupid. Yet he has never felt like this, cheeks flushed so red they rivaled his hair, his heart pounding so hard it felt like a drum solo, a yearning to see you that won’t go away, even if he just saw you. Kyle knew he was showing symptoms of being in love, he decided he would give Cupid another chance. Kyle didn’t know if he was making a mistake, if he was going to make a fool of himself. Because you made it all worth it, Kyle would go to the ends of the Earth for you. He came to the conclusion that he was an utter fool, a fool just for you.

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˚₊‧꒰ა Cupid ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

☆ Omg first post on my page!! This is inspired by Fifty Fifty's Cupid. Sorry if it's too ooc, but I do appreciate feedback!! I envisioned a teenage Kyle will writing this also GN reader! 657 words ☆

☆ Now I'm so lonely (Lonely) Oh, I wish I'd find a lover that could hold me (Hold me) ☆

Kyle Broflovski has never had the best luck when it comes to love. From one sided relationships, to unrequited crushes, and especially having his relations being interfered with by Cartman. Out of his friend group, he just didn’t seem to be on Cupid’s good side. He would see couples all over South Park. Constantly reminding him of what he could never have. No matter how hard he tried, or how many times he put his feelings on the line, he would never receive the romance he sought after. No matter how many times they broke up, Stan would always have Wendy. Despite their past toxic relationship Cartman and Heidi were still an item, as they grew so did their understanding for each other. The only other single in the group was Kenny, regardless of his lack of a relationship, Kenny was beloved by many of the girls at school. Kenny still had past relationship experiences that overshadowed his, he would always pale in comparison. Kyle’s experiences made him decide to swear off love, his heart could not bare to go through the pain he has experienced. If he was worthy, love would find him one day. He still hoped for his special someone, it was an unconscious thought that always lingered in his mind. Kyle was a hopeless romantic, since his childhood he dreamt of having a love that was straight from a movie screen. Hearing childhood friends talking about their experiences made him realize he was missing out. He lied in bed at night tossing and turning over his conflicting thoughts. The loneliness he constantly felt was a curse, only being increased more and more by those around him. Kyle’s past still haunting him is what made him weary of love. Would he ever find his special someone? Could he give his all to his future partner? These thoughts consumed him yet made him only want to love more and more. Kyle stared at his ceiling as he thought of the past few weeks. The adventures he’s been on with his friends, the few weeks of peace at home, and the past days at school. As the memories raced in his mind there were a few that kept recurring. The new kid at school. South Park doesn’t see many new kids as most of the population doesn’t know of South Park. At first when Kyle’s mind had endless thoughts of you he chalked it up to you being new. After all, you and your family were the talk of the town. His family having had you over for a welcome dinner, him showing you around school, and the competing kids of South Park fighting over which group you’d eventually join. You were the reason his mind was on overtime. Kyle came to the realization that once again, he was in love. He, Kyle Broflovski, was in love with you. For days now his mind was plagued with thoughts of you. From the way your smile lit up a room, the way your voice made math equations sound like honey, your kind and caring demeanor. Kyle could go on and on about your qualities that draw him towards you. He had pushed his thoughts to the side due to fear, love made him feel stupid. Yet he has never felt like this, cheeks flushed so red they rivaled his hair, his heart pounding so hard it felt like a drum solo, a yearning to see you that won’t go away, even if he just saw you. Kyle knew he was showing symptoms of being in love, he decided he would give Cupid another chance. Kyle didn’t know if he was making a mistake, if he was going to make a fool of himself. Because you made it all worth it, Kyle would go to the ends of the Earth for you. He came to the conclusion that he was an utter fool, a fool just for you.

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Masterlist ☆

☆ Team Stan:

Dating hcs

☆ Team Craig:

Dating hcs

☆ Team Girls:

☆ Kyle Broflovski:

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♡︎༺ Let You Break My Heart Again ༻♡︎

Dating hcs

☆ Kenny McCormick:

Dating hcs

☆ Stan Marsh:

Dating hcs

☆ Butters Stotch:

Dating hcs

☆ Craig Tucker:

Dating hcs

☆ Clyde Donovan:

Dating hcs

☆ Tweek Tweak:

Dating hcs

☆ Tolkien Black:

Dating hcs

☆ Jimmy Valmer:

Dating hcs

☆ Wendy Testaburger:

☆ Bebe Stevens:

☆ Heidi Turner:

☆ Nichole Daniels:

☆ David Rodriguez:

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Characters I'll write for

☆ Kyle

☆ Kenny

☆ Stan

☆ Butters

☆ Craig

☆ Clyde

☆ Tweek

☆ Tolkien

☆ Jimmy

☆ Wendy

☆ Bebe

☆ Heidi

☆ Nichole

☆ David

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Rules ☆

☆ What I'll write: romance, angst, fluff, comfort, hurt/no comfort, possibly smut in the future, only reader insert, gender neutral reader, fem reader.

☆ Request: I'll try my best to get to them. I can't guarantee every request will get written since I'm a student and I have a job. I'll only write what I'm comfortable with.

☆ What I won't write: gore, self harm, eating disorders, racism, incest, dark themes etc.

☆ NSFW will only be written for aged up characters/adult characters.

☆ Rules will be subject to change at anytime.

Thanks for reading! ☆