Orange: Incorrect/Funny Quotes
Yellow: Oneshots
Green: Headcanons
Purple: Edits or other video media
Blue: Fandom
Encanto:
Camilo x Tomboy!Reader
Metal Family:
Dee x Girly!Metallover!reader
Dee x reader Messages: It's Cold Outside
DEEZ NUTS
Poor Heavy
Dating Advice
Glam And Dee Edits
ROTTMNT :
HCs for the boys
Oh, Raph...
Whatcha got there?
Oh, Raph..
.Incorrect Quotes" Mom "HintsI was Summoned?
Body Dysphoria (Don x reader)
ProblemsDatingStealing... rude
Mentor (Don x reader)
FavoritesOne-Liners
Late Nights In The Lab (Don x reader)
Chicken StripsThe Good KushNo Shit
HC's for no reason
Whatcha got there? 2
you idiot
Lost and Found (Mikey x reader)
Rise boys w a chubby reader
Texting Donnie
Never Been In Love (Don x reader)
2012 TMNT
dating HCs
Halloween Horror Franchise
Child Corey Cunningham
A Taste For Blood
South Park
New GirlLike Hell Is He Going To Let You Go (Kyle x reader)
Kyle x reader (LHIHGTLYG) Pt 2
Kenny x reader - Childhood besties (Angst)
He had spent a long day. An exhausting one. He didn’t even answer to Blaise’s texts on his phone, leaving him on Seen. He hadn’t even put on a pyjama after his shower, the hot water adding to his dizziness.
He had allowed himself to fall on bed, in his boxers. It was still early comparing to the time he usually sleeps. Sprawled on his bed, he had closed his eyes and drifted to unconsciousness. When he opened his eyes, stirring due to the sunlight coming through his curtains..he couldn’t help but tense.
On his pillow, right next to him, hair sprawled, a floral perfume filled his nostrils. She was here. Asleep, on his bed. He sighed at the sight of her, she turned slowly and stirred slowly, eyes opening, smile taking place on her pretty face. She leaned closer, against his chest, burying her face in the crook of his neck and inhaling his scent.
God, he needed this.
His arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer, his lips brushed slowly against her cheek. A tender expression of his affection for her, after hours of quidditch practice, intervening in a fight between Theo and a guy in hogsmeade meade, tutoring a third year in potions, all he needed was this. Holding her in his arms and kissing her skin softly. Like always, she would start to kiss his neck softly before wrapping her arm around his neck pulling him closer until their lips met.
At this very moment, Draco pushed aside all the guilt in his chest away, kissing her back slowly, his tongue making its way between her lips. His tongue dancing with hers softly, tasting that sweetness of hers. Her hand would caress his chest and he would pull her over him, making her straddle him. “Is this okay ?” He breathed against her mouth, his tone so gentle.
She would only nod and kiss him again, earning a soft “mhm” from him. His hands would only stay on her hips and waist. He already felt bad for kissing her like this, doing more even if he could would drive him mad, but god it was so tempting.
She leaned down slowly kissing the moles on his body, that was what she always did when she appeared. Her delicate lips leaving a trail of kisses on every mole she could find on his chest. He lifted his hand, reaching to her hair, caressing the soft brands. He would hold her and pull her back into another kiss. He was greedy..
God forbid a man to worship his muse
He knew he had not much time anymore, he learnt the rules now. His hands cradling her face softly kissing her whole face, her nose, cheeks, eyelids, chin the back to those swollen lips. “You’re gorgeous..” he muttered between his kisses. She would only smile at him and lay her head over his chest, her fingers absently tracing circles over his skin.
When his eyes opened again, he was in his bed alone. He felt that emptiness inside of him at the sight of the empty place next to him. Draco started to make this lucid dream months ago. It just happened once, then he had realised it was a dream, and he became greedy.
He would purposely go to sleep early sometimes, nap more often after classes, only to see her, hold her and kiss her. Despite this being his way to release pressure, it quickly became an inconvenient for him. Especially when he saw her in class, she would pass by and greet him softly “Hi, Draco” with her voice. He would smile back, trying to ignore the guilt he was feeling.
He wasn’t doing anything bad in his dream, despite holding her and kissing her- ‘God what a creep’ he thought. He should just go to her, talk to her but he thought he was unworthy. She didn’t deserve a creep that dreamt of her like that. These weren’t even erotic dreams..technically he didn’t try anything yet, feeling too bad for even thinking about it.
Sometimes he didn’t control it, he would simply sleep and wake up with her next to him. But this was nothing compared to the astonishment he felt when he walked through the corridors and stopped in his tracks. Hearing voices, hushed voices..”I’m telling you, Elena ! It’s not Normal I keep dreaming of him this often ! Anytime I close my eyes I find myself kissing Draco Malfoy !”.
He froze.
He thought he was crazy, he may be for feeling this excited over this information. She was dreaming of his as much as he dreamt of her. Fate had a twisted fucking sense of humour..
Wondering if theres a masterlist but otherwise what about a angst (Mid teenage years) Kenny McCormick x Fem!reader were they’ve been bsf 4 evas since 2 and the reader has a crush on him but he doesnt seem to notice bc hes to busy with other girls but he notices when its to late? (She pushed him away or something) Also always more room for more inputs by you and if you can pt.2?
Kenny x Childhoodfriend!reader (kept Gn)
Undiscovered romance
You and Kenny were practically raised as best friends. From matching diapers and onesies, to matching middle school phases and cringey music tastes, to disgusting jokes, and eventually even the same friends. So you never thought one girl could come between it all.
This girl, Brook. She was a supermodel of a girl and only a junior in Highschool. If there was a boy in that school that wasn’t attracted to her, they were gay. At least, that’s what Kenny rambled on to you about for the entirety of lunch every day for the past week. It was like this girl was a drug. Kenny got one smile or one compliment or one laugh from Brook, and you were as good as him on his shoe. Finally, you got fed up with it. Every single time her name came up your stomach got twisted in knots and your eyes twitched. Brook was really a sweet girl, but for whatever reason it just made you hate her more. See, sometime around middle school, you got picked on. A lot. These kids would make fun of you and the way you looked or even talked. But Kenny, he stood up for you. The only one that did. His reasoning was so selfless and just seeing a different side of him that one time, you never looked back. Kenny was an Angel to you. From the way he treated Karen to the way he just always seemed to look out for the little guy. You were infatuated. But Kenny never so much as glanced at you that way, and now, he never would. So you did what protected you best. You pushed him away. It hurt, sure, but Kenny talked to Brook enough that he didn’t seem to mind that you never sat at his table at lunch anymore. Instead, Brook was in your seat. At lunch, in every class you had together, and even waiting for the bus.
with all these mixed feelings over Kenny, home hadn’t been much better. Your dad was sleeping in the couch these past few weeks and your mom lived in her room, door shut. So it wasn’t really much of a surprise when they sat you down to tell you that they were splitting up and you were moving schools. Maybe even states. You trudged up the stairs once again to your lonely room and opened your phone. Scrolling through Instagram, you see pictures on pictures of Kenny and Brook, hanging out with your friends, in your seat in his dirty old truck, and at your favorite movie. You screamed and threw your phone, the loud thump against the wall barely even satisfying the pained hole in your chest where you knew Kenny didn’t care. After years, you were replaced by a pretty smile and nice tits. That’s all it took. That’s all you were worth. You fell to the floor and cried until it felt like the tears ran dry and you were gonna be sick. You just felt pathetic.
When your mom came back from work, she was followed by the moving van. She told you to pack the boxes next to the door and let the moving van pack it all up. You Watched as your life, all packed into cardboard boxes, was put away as if it were in neat little pieces, thought it all felt so much like the opposite. Shaken from your thoughts, your mother's keys hit against each other with a jangling sound as she told you she was just warming up the car and wanted you to do a double take over the rooms to make sure you got everything, you simply mumbled something akin to an 'alright' and watched with spaced vision as the engine turned. The moving van started pulling away and you saw a familiar, handsome face with blonde hair and a thin, scratched face. Kenny, his mouth agape and face stricken with an almost pained look.
"What..." It seemed like all he could muster up at the moment as he stared in awe and disbelief at the scene in front of him.
"Oh, so you remember me now, McCormick?"
"Dude what are you talking about? You've been ignoring me for weeks! You haven't said a word to me or texted at all. And now you're just moving away!? What the actual hell is wrong with you!?"
"ME!? What's wrong with me? Ohhh ha ha ha what a fucking douche! After miss big tits came around I'm not even a friend, much less your best friend! Boom! All it took was a hot girl and suddenly you don't give a shit about me, even though I care more about you than anyone else!"
Kenny stares, bewildered and silent as your mother honked the horn, leaving you to grab your bag that you had left on the porch and walk out to the car, Kenny following you.
"Look, Kenny, you're obviously just fine without me around okay? So just shut the hell up and go away. I have to go, the drive to the new place is like two hours and we kinda have to get ahead of the truck so they don't get there before us."
Kenny stutters, doing his best to find the words, but simply does nothing as he watches you go, wondering if your words meant what he thought. And he was left almost as heartbroken as you as you both went your separate ways.
➤ warnings: fem reader sorry ;(, my grammar isn’t the greatest + not proofread lol, no use of y/n. there are some marathi words also translations may not be right: bhau is like bro, priyā means dear, mūrkha means foolish/stupid, sakhya means companion
➤ synopsis: word vomit about a fluff friends2lovers w pavitr, he also tells you about being spiderman
➤ w.c: 3,159
Your page filled with meaningless doodles as the teacher droned on in front of you, your mind not entirely focused on the present. Seated beside you was your best friend since before you could even remember, Pavitr Prabhakar.
You’d known him for so long, you don’t think you remember a single memory where he wasn’t with you. Whether it be him physically there or his voice, he’s there. Like when your first (serious) heartbreak happened during your pre-adolescence time, you had called him over immediately and he was there to comfort you. He had dropped everything to help you, his soft whispers in your ear that you “deserved better than him”, calling him many colourful words in a (successful) attempt to make you laugh. Your reminiscing session comes to a short end as you hear Pavitr’s bored tapping on the desk, his eyes nothing short of unamused as the teacher says words that go through one ear and out the other.
His tapping creates a nice rhythm that soon becomes a little too repetitive to you, so your solution is to grab and hold his hand gently to stop it. His hand feels warm against yours, his palm slightly rough from working hard. You play with his hand, moving it around, preferring to observe him than listen to whatever your teacher says. Your fingers travel along his hand, tracing his knuckles and playing around with them, comparing hands and accidentally cracking a few of his knuckles by your roughness. His giggles when you do make you smile, he tries to keep it down, but the smile is evident on his face as he copies down notes. He looks unbothered, but comfortable with your presence.
Meanwhile, unbeknownst to you, he was trying so, so hard to not confess to you right then and there.
Pavitr was naturally perceptive, he was very good at reading people and observed them easily. Yet, he couldn’t tell if you liked him. Sometimes, you would do all these things that couples do like sitting on his lap, intertwining your hand with his, walking so close that your shoulders brush his with each step, laughing so hard at an unfunny joke he made, making him believe that he might have a chance, but then you would switch up and call him something like “bhau” that makes him backtrack in all his theories that you may like him back. He prided himself on knowing you well, of being observant yet he couldn’t figure out your feelings for him. Either way, he felt flustered when you would initiate physical affection, like now. As he finished his notes with one free hand, he looked over to your figure that was focused entirely on his hand. It felt oddly intimate, considering the mundaneness of the action.
You looked so endearing, a few strands of hair fell forward into your eyes, he loved merely watching you and seeing your beauty. Your eyes that held your emotions, the bridge of your nose that he wanted to trace over and over—
His thoughts are disrupted as a bell signals the end of the day and your eyes snap forward as you realize how long you had zoned out, just holding his hand. You and Pavitr speed up to collect your belongings and get out of class as fast as possible.
As you walk out together, Pavitr’s mind isn’t truly with you. His thoughts focus solely on how close you are, your shoulders touch and your hands are tightly linked together. A small smile on his face as he accepts every small affection you give towards him and his memory fades to the first time he realized how in love with you he was.
It was winter, you and him bundled up in heavy and weighted blankets on his bed as you watched silly movies and laughed at them. You were focused on laughing at the bad CGI and unrealistic physics, smiling with teeth and making sure Pavitr was looking.
His arm was behind your neck, serving as a small pillow for you and your warmth radiated to him. It was as if winter didn’t exist and he let himself be lost in you. Your nose scrunches up at the inaccuracy in the movie as you remark something else that the director probably exaggerated, explaining how it wouldn’t work out in real life. He looks at your lips as they move and realize how much he just wants to kiss them.
“—so stupid. Like, how hard is it to search something up?” You exclaim, your hands moving as you talk. He chuckles at your enthusiasm and he thinks about how much he loves every part of you. Every single nook and cranny of yours, he wants to explore. He wants to know what you’re thinking right now as you’ve gone silent while still glaring at the screen in front of you. He wants to spend every second of his future by your side. He then realizes, that’s how he has felt his whole life. He’s wanted to be yours, to be the one to hold your heart and keep it safe, he wanted you to be his. Protect you and love you, that’s all he’s wanted to do since he had the ability to comprehend emotions. He has a dazed, but fading smile as he thinks of possible consequences for his feelings while you continue watching.
Your voice brings him back to reality and you’re alarmingly close to parting ways as your house is in view and he panics, he always seems to have a hard time separating from you. Though, it’s inevitable and he knows it.
“Bye, Pav.” Your voice sounds soft and your hands linger as if you don’t want to leave either and for a second, he lets himself believe you like him back. For merely a second.
He smiles back, and reluctantly begins to say his farewells when you continue speaking, “Do you wanna come in?” you have a hopeful smile and eyes filled with happiness and how could he ever refuse you?
You two walk by the kitchen, up your stairs and into your bedroom. You hadn’t actually planned on doing anything with Pavitr when you invited him in so you started on some of your homework, knowing you’d be content just knowing he was around you.
He gets comfortable on your bed beside you, scrolling on his phone instead as he usually preferred to finish his homework during class.
A few hours pass and you’d changed from doing homework to braiding your best friend’s hair as you two watch some indie film to pass the time together. Your hands repeat the motion of putting part over another, it’s almost therapeutic for the both of you.
Pavitr always loved when you braided or played with his hair, it was always calming to him and he was so, so close to sleep when his spidey senses went off, alerting him there was a threat in Mumbattan.
He tensed up, coming up with a quick lie to tell you, eventually ending up with, “Sorry, priyā, Maya Auntie needs me,” he holds up his phone and pretends to be shocked at the non-existent message.
You’re disappointed, you wanted to spend more time with him, but you know you can’t spend every second with him. “Tell her I said hi,” you smile and he smiles back, grabbing his things quickly before rushing down the stairs and to his house to get his suit.
Pavitr is positively panicking. After he had gone to his house, after he had left you, that villain wanna-be decided to try and defeat Spiderman instead of just focusing on his rather unsuccessful robbing. The random villain had terrible coordination, but forceful hits. He wasn’t winning by any means, no one could beat Spiderman, but Pavitr would probably gain a few nasty scratches and bruises from the fight. His webs shooting out and trying to capture him while also evading more swings at him.
As he stepped on the edge of a roof, the part he stood on had cracked and for a split-second, his spidey senses went off, but he couldn’t turn around in time and had gotten pushed into the wall, scratches littered across his body.
Feeling fed up with how much the fight had dragged on, he quickly captured the villain and once he knew the police were there and would take care of anything, he tried to swing back home. Unfortunately, his torso and arms then prevented him from doing so and he let out a small curse as he knew he was too far from his house to try walking there, every part of him hurt. His luscious hair was slightly dishevelled and heavily matted with blood and debris scattered everywhere. He looked around in the cold night, looking for somewhere he could rest for the night. His eyes moved around before catching sight of your house, he figured it wouldn’t be too weird going into your bedroom as Spiderman. He failed to remember how weird it would be to have a vigilante show up at your house, injured. Also that he hadn’t told you he was Spiderman yet.
You were laying in bed, ears filled with the quiet sound of your music in your room. A slight expression of despair was painted on your face, you’d texted Pavitr earlier in the day. He hadn’t responded and was leaving you on delivered for a few hours, leading you to think the worst. Your overthinking may have taken control, anything logical or reasonable was thrown out the window.
Speaking of which, a singular knock sounded at it. Your face twisted in confusion, who would knock at this time of night?
You checked your phone for any message indicating someone you might know was at your window and slowly creeped towards it. As you didn’t find any messages from your friends, you became suspicious until you looked at who was outside.
Spiderman. Spiderman was outside your goddamn bedroom window.
It took you a moment to process it was him, a million questions running through your brain like why was he there, what does he want from you, before you realized that it’d probably be a little rude to be leaving him in the cold, alone. You hastily unlocked the window and moved out the way to help him in.
As he clumsily climbed into your window, he looked around. Pavitr always loved being in your room, anything relating to you he enjoyed, really. He then remembered, in this moment, he wasn’t Pavitr to you. He was Spiderman. He looked at you awkwardly, trying to figure out what your shocked expression meant as well as what to say to justify being in your bedroom.
You stared right back at him, eyes wide and lips parted slightly in surprised. You didn’t know what to say, so you observed him instead which is when you saw the state of his hair, messy and blood tangled within. You had also noticed the rips in his torso and the dried blood and debris around it.
You and him spoke at the same time, “So,”
“I’m-” He was about to apologize, it felt rude not to do so.
You smiled awkwardly and were about to let him continue, since you know, he’s spiderman, but he insisted you go first. He seemed very respectful. “Do you, uh,” You started speaking, trying to figure out how to articulate the thoughts in your foggy brain. “Need help cleaning up?” you suggested.
Spiderman immediately began shaking his head, he already felt bad for imposing like this, he couldn’t ask for more of your kindness. He smiled and responded, “No thank you, sakhya,” You raise your brow at that, “it’ll heal in the morning.” He wasn’t wrong, but wasn’t entirely right. It’d probably heal, just not very well without proper care, but he supposed it wouldn’t be too bad.
You were stubborn, though. You couldn’t just let Spiderman bleed without doing anything, so you just shook your head and told him so, “I can’t let you just bleed and get an infection or whatever. That’s mūrkha,” He started to protest and you shushed him, immediately telling him to sit on your bed as you went to your bathroom to get some medical supplies.
Pavitr sat on the very edge of the bed. Although he’d been in your bed countless of times, in more comfortable situations, he felt weird about doing that as Spiderman. He again looked at your room like he’d never been in it before, looking at the photos of you and him strung up everywhere. Your room was decorated with the idea to make your personality shine though, he knew that was true especially because of that one deep talk on that random autumn night. He thought it was nice.
Soon, you came back with probably more medical care than he needed. Still, it never hurt to be overprepared with this kind of thing. You didn’t know where to start, his injuries seemed overwhelming and every single one seemed worse than the other.
You decided on doing the ones on his torso first, his mask was slightly ripped and although you wanted to badly fix the injuries on his face, fix his hair, he probably kept his identity a secret for a reason.
He leaned back as you started gently dabbing some vaseline on his torso, he flinched at the feeling. You felt oddly close to him in the moment, feeling familiar with him as if you had known him for years, though you’d never had an interaction with him before this. Merely watching news on him, admiring him.
You put some more ointment and then gauze on the more serious injuries, wrapping around his waist tightly which caused him to wince and you to whisper a small sorry, before you continued with helping him clean up. You grabbed some bandaids, seeing some small scratches on his arm and put some ointment on before sticking a bandaid on top. Gently patting it just to make sure it stayed, the real reason was you just wanted an excuse to touch him, it felt nice for an odd, unknown reason.
Once you were sure he had no other injuries on his body, you needed to treat the ones on his face. You were apprehensive, but spoke anyways, “Can you take off your mask?” At his bewildered expression, at least you think he’s shocked considering his eyes seemed to widen, you explain, “I need to treat your wounds,”
At that, Pavitr panics. He hates lying to you, but he isn’t sure he can reveal his identity to you. He thinks of ways to excuse it, but he knows you’re stubborn more than anything. Everything seems to slow down in the moment, time feels like it stops and it feels like an impossible ten years as he reaches up and takes his time pulling off his mask. He prepares himself for the words you might spew at him, would you still see him the same? Doubts overshadow the logical and reasonable part of his brain that tells him that you probably wouldn’t hate him for eternity.
When his mask is fully off, you take a moment to look at him. You cannot comprehend the sight infront of you.
Pavitr Prabhakar is Spiderman.
Your best friend is Spiderman, the masked vigilante that roams around your city. Pavitr, the guy you’d known since you could remember, the one you call when you need comfort, is Spiderman. There are so many things going through your brain, like remembering that one time Pavitr showed up to school with a bad bruise on his face, coincidentally the morning after Spiderman had gotten hit in the same spot with a pole, realizing that the reason he would abruptly leave when you two were hanging out were because a villain was on the loose. You cannot believe you knew Spiderman all along.
He stares at your expression, unable to really make something of it. He knows you’re shocked, but are you mad? Are you disappointed in him? Do you hate him? He suddenly feels the need to apologize for everything wrong he’s ever done.
Your mouth opens and closes, trying to figure out what to say to something like this. You still love him of course, but you feel so scared that the guy you’re in love with has life threatening fights nearly everyday, risking so much for Mumbattan. Your breath seems to disappear.
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” He says your special nickname he made for you when you were younger and innocent children. He jumbles words, seemingly saying whatever comes to mind and his mouth won’t work as fast as his brain. He seems close to tears as he continues rambling, “—please, don’t leave me, I’ll—” he gets interrupted by you,
“Woah, what? Is that what you really thought would happen?” You feel a little hurt by that, even though you know subconsciously he was probably just so very scared of losing you, you’d never think of him like that. There was nothing that could make you leave him.
He starts fidgeting, “Well..” he trails off. He hopes you know he didn’t mean harm, he just wasn’t sure. Being Spiderman was complicated.
You smile a bittersweet smile at him, still sort of sad he would think of something like that, “We've been by each other's sides for years, you really think I'm gonna leave now?” You remind him of all the weak moments in his life, in yours and remembers that you’re there in all of them. Comforting him and him comforting you. You gently cradle his face and he feels so warm and you make him feel so safe that he can’t help it when he says,
“I love you,” He doesn’t realize what he said until he sees your expression, he thinks for that slight second that he just made it weird again, that you really won’t let this one slide, until he feels your soft lips against his. A soft kiss and he feels nice. It feels like you’re taking care of him and he relaxes in your touch.
When you pull away, he chases your lips and you giggle. You press your foreheads together and whisper, like you’re sharing a secret, like it’s only you and him in the world right now, “I love you too,” and he plays with your hair as he leans in for another kiss and another.
The kisses shared between you two are full of gentleness and giggles, you go to touch his hair and you then remember the reason he even came to you in the first place.
“Go clean up, your hair is a mess and I still need to fix your wounds.” He chuckles and does what you say. For the first time since he became Spiderman, he feels so relaxed.
heard you were suffering from writers block so I am here to ask for a fix :)
imagine:
being Pavitr’s friend for YEARS. I’m talking since diapers. Only to see him run after the same girl, Gyatri. You encourage him, of course. But, one night when he comes home with flowers, you attempt to cheer him up, assuming Gyatri rejected him. When in reality, he bought you flowers with her help and even prepared a little speech so he can finally tells you how he feels.
(I have a Hobie idea that is similar to this as well that’s more abt babysitting Mayday.)
i love this idea so much
since you didn’t request gender it’s gonna be neutral
no pronouns used for reader (as usual)
btw English isn’t my first language so it might be some grammar and spelling errors
• You’ve been his friend for as long as you could remember your earliest memory is when you were 5 and your and his family were having a dinner together
• there’s even pictures of when you two were in diapers together
• and you might have developed a teeny tiny crush on him
• but you’ve never acted on it bc of his crush on Gyatri
• Tbh it was a little sad seeing him being so hopelessly romantic for her but you were his best friend (sorry Hobie)
• You didn’t want to end your friendship bc of a stupid crush
• So no matter how sad you were you were always by his side
“Tonight is the night I’m going to tell her how i feel” he said
“Yeah at least I’ll finally catch a break from you straight up simping for her” you said jokingly
”I’m not simping” he said jokingly offended
“whatever help’s you sleep at night” you said and Pavitr slightly elbowed your side
• little did you know is that the person your best friend had been obsessing over was you and Gyatri had helped bim trying to confess to you
• but he made sure never to lie
•whenever he said that he was gonna tell her how he felt he meant tell her how he felt about you
• It was the next day aka Saturday
• he picked this day so he could confess to you during the sunset
• he had called you to sit by your favourite place
•it was a tall rooftop with an entrance that was almost secret
•you first thought that he was rejected bc he sounded a little more nervous and shyer on the phone
• never in a million years would you imagine that he was there with flowers…. For you!
“What the heck is all this” you said with a small chuckle
“Hi there, Y/N,
I've known you for what seems like an eternity, but even in all our time together, I've never been able to put into words how I truly feel about you.
Every time I see you, you make my heart skip a beat. Your presence alone makes me feel at ease, no matter what troubles I face in life. Being with you is like being in a warm embrace; I feel safe, protected, and loved.
I cherish every moment we've had as friends, but what I really want is to explore something more with you. I want us to be more than just friends. I want to be your partner, your lover, your everything.
No matter what happens, I promise to always be there for you. Whether we live on the same planet, or in different galaxies, my love for you will never fade.
how have you been?
remember to drink water an eat healthy an have around 8 hours of sleep my dear friend!
Also remember to take break and work on your mental health <3/p
YOU!
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you’re so sweet. Thanks :)
I’ve been alright. Getting through some tough times but I can handle it.
you remember your mental health is important as well!!! 🫶/p
I love love loved your Kyle x Marsh!Fem!Reader and for ideas of the next part like they have been dating secretly for a month or two at that point and stan finds them making out it doing something smutty and tells randy and he hates the idea of his baby princess growing up…and flustered apologetic and scared kyle? Cute ending where randy accepts kyle as he’s basically family at that point anyway < 3
You... you are an angel. Send me any ideas that come into that beautiful brain! 🧎
SO: You and Kyle, after your little incident in the kitchen, have had a secret relationship, hiding it from your snitch brother, Stan. When your dad finds out, he goes mental that his baby girl is growing up.
TW/CW: Slightly Sexual Content [not hard smut or anything, just some groping and a hot makeout sesh ;) ]
It had been a few months since your first encounter regarding your feelings with your brother's best friend. You hadn't really wanted to keep the secret per-se, but you knew Stan and there's no way he'd take it too well.
The last time you had ever even said something about 'liking a boy' Stan and your dad both got very upset in their own ways and you just tried not to bring it up again after that.
But, this was his best friend. Assuming Kyle hadn't said anything, you knew he would break easy. Not like it had taken long for you to drag out the way he felt about you-
Kyle pulled away for air before bringing you back into a needy kiss, leaving you smiling as you gripped his shoulders.
"So," Kyle paused, pulling away with swollen lips and a breathy chuckle, "I'm guessing you might be okay going out with me this weekend?"
You were shaken out of your reminiscing as your brother barged into your room, choosing not to question the giddy smile on your face to your relief.
"What!?" You huffed, crossing your arms as you glared at him over the book you had been reading.
"The guys are coming over, mom and dad are staying in their room so they don't bother us and said that you don't need to bother us either! So go get dinner before they get here!" After his little speech, your brother shot a quick 'loveyoubye!' as he shut your door.
You rolled your eyes, swinging your legs over your bed. You of course had already guessed that the guys would be coming over sooner or later. You just had to be careful.
As you ran downstairs to quickly grab a snack, you saw Kyle walking towards the door from the window and smirked.
"Hey! Stan!"
"What!?" he called back, annoyed.
"Go see if you have an extra controller in your room! There's only three down here!"
You heard a mumble, groaning complaint, then the faint sound of his door being shut as you ran towards the door to seize your opportunity.
Kyle's cheeks turned pink as you swung open the door and grabbed his hands, pulling him inside and towards the stairs.
"What are you-"
You cut Kyle off quickly with a finger to his lips as you shushed him, voice lowering to a whisper.
"Shhh! We might have a few minutes while Stan is preoccupied.," You giggled at his giddy smile towards the implication as you opened your door, pushing him inside before shutting it softly.
"Man did I miss hugging you-" Kyle sighed happily, pulling you towards his chest as he held you tightly. "I could stay like this forever."
Then, you got an idea. A horrible, wonderful idea. And, running a hand up to his shoulders, you began to rub lazy circles, earning a sharp breath from him as you giggled.
"So, babe, what would you say if I told you I was thinking of a little more than cuddling?"
Kyle perked up, like a dog hearing the word treat as he held his hands at your hips firmly.
"So like...?"
"Making out." You said, knowing you had already put some thought into it. "But like, we can go a bit farther. But not too far, like-"
Kyle smiled softly and held your hands reassuringly, leaving your heart racing. "Just tell me when something is too much or we need to stop where we are?"
You nodded and sighed happily, kissing his cheek. "Seriously, the best boyfriend in the world. I don't know how I got you."
Kyle laughed lowly as he ran his hand, settled on your hip, up a bit and landed right near your chest, moving his head to kiss you a bit deeper than usual.
Your breath hitched and as Kyle pulled you onto his lap, you rested a hand on his shoulder, running a hand through the small curls at the base of his neck.
You could've sworn you heard a soft groan as Kyle ran his hands over your bra, fiddling with the back, leaving him a bit flustered and embarrassed as you had to reach back and help him out.
He smiled at you and tilted his head, cupping your cheek.
"You're sure this is ok?"
You nodded, skimming your hands under his shirt as well, pecking his lips.
"I'm sure, babe. I'll tell you when to stop."
And with that, Kyle Broflovski had decided he'd waited long enough and took your breasts in his hands, kneading them as he kissed your lips needily, groaning softly as you pulled him in close with the curly red hairs you'd grabbed on to.
"Hey dipshit where's the remote you were talk-"
both you and Kyle whipped your heads around to see Stan, open-mouthed and stunned at the sight in front of him.
You looked down at Kyle's slightly sweaty, swollen-lipped face and gulped. This was bad.
"Uh Stan look..."
You gasped when Stan started sprinting towards your parents' room. You looked down at Kyle before running after your brother, groaning when you got to the door just to see your father. Randy.
Randy had always been somewhat... emotional and this was definitely one of those times right now. He looked back at you with the sad eyes of a kicked puppy as you turned to see Kyle awkwardly standing next to you.
"My baby girl-"
You groaned, running a hand down your face. "Dad, don't!"
Randy wrapped his arms around you, crying loudly as he picked you up in his arms.
"Oh my baby is growing up! First it was Shelly and now my girl! My little girl!"
You turned beet red as you swatted at your father's shoulders.
"God! Dad! It's not like I'm dead or something!!!"
Your dad sniffled and looked down at a very timid and red-faced Kyle.
"You might as well be! That boy kissing you the way Stan said-"
You sighed. "Dad I'm not five! it'll be okay! You'd much rather it be someone like Kyle than that fatso punk Cartman, right? So it's not that bad!"
Your father glanced at Kyle once again as he shook his head, "I guess you're right..." He sounded sad almost. "I'm glad it's some nice guy like Kyle. He'd be way too careful than to get you preg-"
"JESUS, DAD! CUT THAT OUT!" This time it was Stan who was red faced and grumbling as he walked out of the room, stopping slightly to give Kyle a soft punch to the shoulder, rolling his eyes as a way to say 'we're cool, bro'
"Well I apologise Mr. and Mrs. Marsh. We were going to tell you both! It's just a lot went into the thought but not the plans and I've been so busy studying for finals lately! Plus, she's caught up with lots of things outside of school and I didn't want to potentially Interrupt plans regarding those variables or-"
Kyle shifted his weight on his feet, trailing off as your mom spoke up from behind Randy.
"Oh, well I think it's just adorable! I've always liked you, Kyle, Nice, respectable young man, Perfect for our little angel. Right, Randy?"
She asked, glaring at your dad as he sighed, sad eyes watching as you went to grab Kyle's hand in your own, kissing his cheek.
"See," you told him, "Told ya it would be ok that they knew.... eventually. Just happened a little quicker than I thought."
"Quicker? How long has this been going on?" You winced at Stan's voice ringing through the hallway from downstairs.
"Aw. Shit." You groaned, crossing your arms as a still apologising Kyle was dragged away from your parents and pushed downstairs begrudgingly.
"Stanley we do not have time to get into that. Go play with your friends. We can talk about that... literally never."
You placed a quick peck to Kyle's cheek before making your way back to your room. No way were you gonna get in the middle of Kyle and Kenny when this whole ordeal got brought up.
So don't judge me BUT, I had this Kyle idea in my head and I just HAD to write it!
basically, you're Stan's sister, you grew up with the guys just all kinda hanging around a lot of the time so you just got used to it, not like they were your friends but yeah, but once you all get to high school, things develop.
CW/TW: slight sexual attraction implications, nothing else
You had grown up with your brother's friends just being around all the time. You knew them all, but it's not like they were your friends. But once you all got to high school, they started to talk to you a bit more. When your brother wasn't in class with you, they were actually pretty friendly. Eventually, you were invited to game nights and movies, every time Stan was out with friends, you got to tag along!
Little would you know that it was all thanks to Kyle and Kenny and the way he looked at you. Even when you all were in middle school, he thought you were the most beautiful, intelligent girl he'd ever known. He wanted to talk to you all of the time, he loved listening to your voice, just letting you drone on for hours until your cheeks turned pink and you apologised for rambling. He'd just smile and ask you to continue, having no clue what you were even talking about.
Kyle was so infatuated with you that it didn't take long for him to really come to terms with how he felt. Even though, he knew he would never be able to ask you out like he wished he could. Either Stan would drop him as a friend, you would horribly reject him, or both.
Or so he thought. When all the guys were sleeping over at you and your brother's place, you snuck downstairs in the middle of the night for a quick snack to see a distraught Kyle sitting at the counter.
You felt bad and decided it wouldn't hurt to sit down next to him and ask what was wrong. But, when you sat down, you could sense an awkward tension.
"Kyle," you asked, "Is everything alright? you seem kinda...off?"
Kyle simply nodded, unable to say a word. You thought it might be that whatever was bothering him was just too difficult to talk about, but in truth, he was ashamed at the way he had eyed you up and down the minute you came downstairs.
In your shorts, he could see the shape of your thighs, and the sleep shirt you wore left your shoulders exposed as it hung loose on your body.
He tried to set his mind straight, telling himself that Kenny was just rubbing off on him, but when he looked up to see your angelic eyes, he knew he'd gone crazy. Crazy for you.
He sighed, shaking his head, red curls falling in front of his face in shame.
"It's..." he sighed, "It's a girl."
He admitted, well, sort of.
You did your best to hide the disappointment in your voice as you asked him to continue on. You honestly had always thought Kyle was so sweet, and you wouldn't mind having him around more often. He was cute and so kind to everyone, the perfect guy in your eyes. But, you had prepared yourself for this, He deserved some genius goddess, not you. Just the younger Marsh girl.
"She- She's just- I-"
Kyle struggled to find the words, groaning as he rand a hand down his face, stopping to cover his eyes and reddened cheeks.
"She's smart. I could listen for hours about anything she wants to talk about. I love her voice and the way she explains everything she loves with- with this passion in her voice. And her looks, god, I don't even know where to start. She's the most gorgeous person I've ever met, and that's still an understatement!"
You listened, nodding as you held back your disappointment and sadness. "Well, why can't you just tell her? You know, that you like her so much?"
Kyle groaned, now fully aware of his predicament. "She'd say no. And it's not because she's like, mean or anything, just way too good for me. And even if she did say yes, she'd realise just how badly she messed up when she could've had the world and picked...well...me."
You grabbed his hands in yours, a serious demeanour filling your body.
"What? Kyle you have got to be kidding me! Any girl would be lucky to have you! You're kind, and smart, and one of the only decent guys in the whole town! If that dream girl says no, then she never deserved your love and admiration in the first place! And-"
You wanted to continue but you were cut off as Kyle's eyes began to water.
"You... really mean that?" He asked, voice strained with emotions you were more than surprised to hear coming from him.
"Well yes," you hesitated, "I mean that. You're a great guy, Kyle. It's kinda hard not to like you..."
He squeezed your hand before bringing his up to cup your cheeks, skimming his thumb over the skin there, sighing almost with relief.
You wanted to break the silence, ask him what was going through his head but you knew. You knew when he glanced down at your lips and up to you as if he were asking, pleading for an answer.
You gave him a clear yes as you bunched his shirt up in your hands and pulled his lips to yours.
Kyle let out a soft breath as his hands moved to tangle themselves in your hair, pulling you close, knowing he'd needed this for as long as he could remember. And now that he finally had it, like hell he was going to let you go.
