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WELCOME ✧༻✧
We've done this all before
We were angels once
Don't you remember?
.・✫・゜Requests: Open!
lets get me back in that writing spirit
masterlist ✦⋆🎀
rules ✦⋆💌
about me ✦⋆❤
Guysss.... What are we thinking of the stick of truth fantasy kind of au..?
꒰ ⋆ ˚ 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻 + 𝗸𝘆𝗹𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 . ୨୧ . ꒱
🔎 ; gn!reader x kyle and stan (seperate), fluff, headcanons
💭 ; theyre adorable
Meeting his family (feat. Main 4 & Butters)
🌹| A/N : aw hi thank you, you're so sweet. like awwww ily I hope you'll enjoy what I have written <3 and I hope the tags will work on this one
And these turned out so long?? Oml
they took long enough too. Excuse my technological issues
🥀| Warning(s) : Stan's house doesn't make sense. I FORGOT HE MOVED OUT OF SOUTH PARK* BECAUSE OF TEGRIDY so just ignore that pls
*Edit : hah.
hey..
Can you see my cuddling headcanons for the main 4 and Butters? I think it's been tagged as NSFW :(
my draft changes didn't save..
Mysterion flirting: I typically work alone, but you and me make a perfect team.
Kenny flirting: PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE
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I finished Stan's segment for the next post 🙏
pls tell me you're excited
I'm also like 1/3rd done with Kyle's part. Don't judge me, these are looong headcanons
okay my previous post didn't even show up in the 'x reader tags', so I'm just checking if this one will.
Please I don't want my next one to flop so bad too 😭
so uhhh, Great Comet is being revived and I think that's neat
my last post flopped so bad oml
Hii, can u please write the main 4 x a fem reader that seems stupid but is pretty smart?
Reader who seems stupid but is actually smart (Featuring: The Main 4)
🌹| A/N : AAAH I'M BACK!! SO sorry for being gone for so long 😭 but I am here and queer and will try to publish more 🫶. OH and I didn't really include the fem reader part. I couldn't really think of a way to incorporate gender in here
🥀| Warning(s) : slight swearing, nsfw implications at the end of Kenny's part (I mean. It's Kenny)
[ONE] — Ghosts = $$$
☆ `` SPECTRAL SCAMMERS ``
☆ — summary: when cartman comes up with yet another 'get rich quick' scheme, he forces his friends, and you, into starting a ghost hunting service. armed with a mix of makeshift equipment, a questionable van and no actual skills, you begin taking jobs to "exorcise" haunted houses.
warnings: strong language, cartman being cartman.
(a/n): first chapter is out and honestly I don't really know where this is going!! also, I'm extremely sorry for the short length of this chapter :< --- usually, first chapters are always shorter! i'll try my best to make the other chapters longer :)
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The cafeteria was a chaotic mess as always. Muffled chatter, students fighting, and the occasional shout from the lunch staff scolding some kid for trying to sneak an extra carton of milk. You sat at the usual table in the far corner, picking at your food. Across from you, Stan and Kyle were arguing about some documentary they watched in History, while Clyde was halfway through his second slice of pizza.
"Alright, assholes, listen up!" Cartman's voice cut through the arguing boys. He slammed his tray onto the table for everyone's attention, the loud sound making Tweek flinch so hard he almost spilled his coffee.
"Oh, great, what now?" Stan groaned, leaning back in his chair.
"You're gonna thank me later, Stan." Cartman cleared his throat, glancing at everyone sitting at the table. "Because I just came up with the best idea of my life. No, of your lives, too, because you're all gonna be a part of it."
Kyle raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. "Let me guess, some new way to scam people out of their money?"
"Yeah, Kyle, because having ambition is such a crime." Cartman shot back, rolling his eyes dramatically. "But no, this isn't just a scam. It's a business opportunity. A gold mine. And all you losers have to do is stop being such whiny little bitches and listen to me for five seconds."
"Dude, just get to the point." Stan muttered, his hands resting on top of the table as his brows furrowed together.
Cartman smirked, leaning forward on the table as if he was about to deliver a secret. "Ghost hunting."
There was a moment of silence, broken only by the distant crash of a tray hitting the floor somewhere across the cafeteria.
"Ghost hunting?" Clyde repeated with a mouthful of pizza.
"Yes, Clyde, try to keep up." Cartman snapped. "Think about it. Those dumbass ghost hunting shows on TV. People eat that crap up! We can charge idiots in this town hundreds of dollars to 'investigate' their haunted houses and get rid of their spooky little Casper problems!"
Kyle shook his head with a sigh. "That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard. Even for you, Cartman."
"It's not stupid!" Cartman shot back, slamming his fist on the table hard enough to make Tweek jump again.
"People are stupid, Kyle. They'll pay us to run around their creepy old houses with flashlights, pretending to find ghosts! And if there's no ghost? We'll just make one! Bang on some walls, throw some stuff around... Boom, paranormal activity."
"That's literally fraud." You pointed out, resting your chin on your hand. "You realize that, right?"
Cartman waved you off as if you mentioned something as unimportant as the weather. "Pfft, no one's gonna care. We'll make them sign waivers. Legal waivers make everything legit!"
Stan exchanged a doubtful look with you, then glanced back at Cartman. "This sounds like the kind of thing that gets us arrested. Or worse, sued."
"Oh my God, you guys are so dramatic." Cartman groaned, throwing his hands in the air. "Look, do you want to spend the rest of high school broke and boring, or do you wanna be rich and badass?"
"Rich and badass does sound kinda nice..." Clyde admitted, earning a glare from Kyle.
"Clyde, seriously?"
"What? I need the money! My dad cut my allowance because I spent it all on skins in Fortnite."
"I can't believe I'm surrounded by morons." Kyle buried his face in his hands.
"Ghosts aren't even real!" Tweek blurted, his hands shaking as he gripped his cup. "What if we mess with something we don't understand? What if we summon a demon or-"
"Tweek, for the love of God." Craig interrupted, his voice flat and bored. "You're not summoning anything. It's fake."
Tweek's eyes darted to Craig, then back to Cartman. "B-But even if it's fake, what if- what if people find out?! What if we get exposed or something?!"
"Tweek, no one cares about your paranoia." Cartman rolled his eyes. "Besides, it's not like we're actually gonna run into any ghosts. We're just taking money from idiots who think their houses are haunted because their furniture makes weird noise."
"I dunno, dude." Kenny finally spoke up, voice muffled by his hood. "What's the cut? Like, how much are we each getting?"
"Ah! The voice of reason! Don't worry Kenny. We'll split it... Fairly."
"Fairly?" Kyle immediately narrowed his eyes. "That means you're going to take the biggest cut, doesn't it?"
"Uh, duh, because it's my idea." Cartman shot back. "But you'll still get plenty. Enough to buy whatever poor people stuff you need, Kenny."
"Works for me, I'm in." Kenny shrugged.
"Dude!" Kyle exclaimed, looking betrayed.
"What? I need money!"
You sighed, glancing around the table. "So let me get this straight." You started, mentally preparing yourself. "You want us to break into random people's houses, pretend to find ghosts, and charge them a fortune for it? Do you even have a plan for how this is supposed to work?"
"Of course I have a plan!" Cartman replied, puffing out his chest. "Step one, we make a website and some fake business cards. Step two, we spread the word around town. Step three, profit."
"That's not a plan." Stan muttered, leaning back in his chair again.
"It's a great plan." Cartman's brows furrowed together. "And you know what? If you don't want in, fine. But when I'm rolling in cash and you're stuck eating this nasty ass lunch food, don't come crying to me."
Stan groaned, rubbing his temples. "I can't believe I'm saying this, but fine. I'm in. Only to make sure you don't burn someone's house down."
Kyle threw his hands up with a groan and a roll of his eyes. "Oh my God. You're all insane."
"Come on, Kyle." You smirked, nudging him with your elbow. "It could be... Interesting."
Kyle stared at you as if you just suggested jumping off a bridge. But after a moment, he sighed heavily. "Fine. But if this ends in a disaster, I'm blaming all of you."
"Perfect!" Cartman grinned, looking around at his newly recruited 'team'.
"Welcome to the South Park Paranormal Crew, bitches. First job is tomorrow night. Bring flashlights and maybe some fake blood."
Craig glared at Cartman. "Tweek and I never said we were joining."
"I don't care about you losers, go sit on a dick or something." Cartman shot back.
Craig's eyes narrowed, his piercing gaze burning holes through Cartman. "You know what? I'm in, fatass." He spoke through gritted teeth, to which Cartman smirked.
"I-I guess I'm in too." Tweek stammered, his hands shaking uncontrollably.
"Amazing! What do you guys say we have a meeting at my house this night to prepare for tomorrow?" Cartman held a smug and confident look.
"Do we have a choice?" You sighed, already tired of this.
"No. Eight o'clock sharp!" He declared. "Don't forget that, fuckers!"
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Later that night, the group crowded into Cartman's basement. The space was a mess, an old couch shoved against one wall, half empty soda cans all over a coffee table, and a mysterious stain on the carpet that no one wanted to investigate. You sat quietly between Kyle and Craig, who were both visibly annoyed.
Cartman stood at the front, a whiteboard behind him covered in messy scrambles of ideas that looked more like the ramblings of a lunatic than a business plan. He held a marker in his hands, which he twirled dramatically before slamming it against the board.
"Alright, assholes." He began, pacing in front of the group. "Step one of becoming the greatest ghost hunters South Park has ever seen: branding. We need a website, a killer name and a look that screams 'these guys are legit'."
Stan rolled his eyes from his spot on the couch. "It's hard to scream 'legit' when you're using your mom's basement as headquarters."
"Shut up, Stan!" Cartman snapped. "Do you have a basement we can use? No? Then sit your ass down and let the professionals handle this."
Craig crossed his arms, leaning a bit closer to you, his knee brushing yours. "You don't even know how to make a website, do you?"
"Of course I do!" Cartman lied, puffing out his chest. "It's easy. You just... Click some buttons and stuff. Besides, we have Kyle for that."
Kyle straightened, glaring at Cartman. "Excuse me? Since when did I agree to be your tech support?"
"Since you're the only one here who isn't a complete moron when it comes to computers!" Cartman replied, his tone annoyingly smug.
"Watch it fatass!" Stan snapped as Craig snickered.
Kyle opened his mouth to argue but stopped when you nudged him gently. "You might as well just do it." You whispered. "The sooner we get this over with, the better."
Kyle sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair. "Fine, but I'm not doing this for free."
"Whatever, Jew." Cartman turned back to the whiteboard. "Now, let's talk names. We need something catchy. Something cool."
"How about we call ourselves 'Paranormal Posers'?" Craig deadpanned, earning a laugh from Kenny.
"I've got it!" Clyde exclaimed, clearly excited. "What about 'The Phantom Chasers'?"
"Lame." Cartman dismissed immediately, crossing it off the list. "We need something badass like 'South Park Paranormal Commandos'."
"Or we could just call it what it is." Stan muttered. "'Cartman's Latest Scam'."
"Do you want to get sued, Stan?" Cartman shot back. "No one's putting my name on this thing."
After another twenty minutes of ridiculous suggestions, and several rounds of arguing, you all finally settled on a name. Specter Squad.
"Simple, memorable, and cool as hell." Cartman declared, underlining it three times on the board.
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While Cartman and the others brainstormed more ways to make themselves seem legit, Kyle sat at Cartman's ancient desktop computer, typing at it furiously.
The homepage was basic but effective.
A bold header reading "SPECTER SQUAD: South Park's Premier Ghost Hunting Team" in glowing green text, complete with a stock image of a haunted house in the background.
"This looks so fake." Kyle muttered to himself, shaking his head as he uploaded a photo of the group. It was a hurriedly taken selfie from earlier that night, with Cartman front and center, beaming like an idiot, while everyone else looked irritated.
"Fake is fine." Cartman said, leaning over Kyle's shoulder. "People don't care about professional. They care about scary. Make it spooky."
"Spooky costs extra." Kyle shot back.
The rest of the group gathered around as Kyle added more details to the site.
Services
- Full Paranormal Investigation
- Ghost Removal
- Cleansing Rituals
Reviews
Janet H. - "Specter Squad saved my family from a scary ghost! Worth every penny!"
Sal F. - "I thought my apartment was haunted and they proved me right. Highly recommend!"
"Who t-the hell is 'Janet H.'?" Tweek asked, pointing to one of the reviews.
"Some lady I made up." Cartman replied, completely unfazed.
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With the website finished, you all moved on to advertising. Clyde and Kenny volunteered to print out flyers, which they plastered all over the school the next day. On lockers, bulletin boards, and even the bathroom stalls.
Cartman, meanwhile, moved to social media, creating an Instagram page and spamming hashtags like #HauntedSouthPark and #GhostBeware.
"You think anyone's actually going to believe this?" Craig asked as everyone watched Cartman upload a blurry photos of an attic claiming it was 'evidence' from a recent investigation.
"Of course they will." Cartman replied confidently. "People are dumb. Trust me, by this time tomorrow we'll have our first client."
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I can't edit drafts? What the heck..