Judd & His Raccoons
Red-Headed Sister
What a Douche
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Resident Evil
Leon Kennedy
Diamond in the Dust [Pt II]
Zombies! What the Hell!? [Pt II]
Are We Going to Die? [Pt III]
Leon Kennedy is not a Saint
Leon Kennedy as your Bodyguard
Leon Kennedy [RE2] Headcanons
Holding You Hostage
RE9 Leon Kennedy Headcanons
My Lover is an Asshole Government Agent
Choke You*
Married for Tax Purposes [Inspo Piece]
Liquor Burns my Lungs
We Wish You A Merry Christmas
Vampire Reader
Peaceful Quiet
I Love Old Men
Grace Ashcroft
Yandere! Grace Ashcroft Headcanons
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BNHA/MHA
Uraraka Ochako
Yandere! Toga Himiko & Yandere! Uraraka Ochako Headcanons
Toga Himiko
Yandere! Toga Himiko & Yandere! Uraraka Ochako Headcanons
Yandere Toga Headcanons
Katsuki Bakugou
Katsuki Bakugou Drabble
Tomoru Shigaraki
Perv Shiggy*
Shiggy Drabble
Dabi | Touya Todoroki
Coworker Dabi Drabble
Shoto Todoroki
Yandere Shoto Headcanons
Izuku Midoriya
Pathetic Izuku*
Aizawa Shouta
Aizawa Headcanons
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Scream
Stu Macher
More than Friends
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Hoppscotch
Rodney
Anatomy Test
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Arcane
Mel
Yandere Mel Drabble
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Hogwarts Legacy/Harry Potter
Sebastian Sallow
Yandere! Sebastian Sallow Drabble
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Runaways [2017]
Chase Stein
Chase Headcanons
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Gravity Falls
Lost (Ford x Reader/ Stan x Reader)
Pt I
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Invincible
Mark Grayson
My Lover is an Alien
Yandere! Mean! Mark Grayson Headcanons
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Sonic
Shadow the Hedgehog
Shadow Headcanons
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Wednesday
Wednesday Adam
A Storm Brewing
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Miraculous Ladybug
Luka Couffaine
Luka Couffaine Headcanons
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Rick & Morty
Rick Sanchez
Rick Sanchez Headcanon
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Superman
Superman | Clark Kent
Yandere! Superman Headcanons
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K-Pop Demon Hunters
Jinu Saja
Yandere! Jinu Saja Headcanons
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Invader Zim
Zim
Baking Friend
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The Last Unicorn
Amalthea
Male! Amalthea Headcanons
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Helluva Boss
Octavia Geotia
Yandere Genderbend Octavia Headcanons
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Zootopia
Pawbert Lynxley
Pawbert Lynx behaviors*
Pawbert Really Likes Humans*
Pretty Human [YANDERE!]
Pawbert Stumbling Across Human Porn*
Quick Draft*
You know something that irritates me to no end? When people call Native Americans Indians. Like it really proves that racism is built upon by idiots because how dumb can you be
Summary: Your friends wanted to explore an abandoned strip mall when you are drawn into an old furniture shop that went out of business during the summer of 1990 when the owner and his two employees just disappeared.
Tw: Slurs mentioned but not named, Swastika mentioned
Pt II: ____
Your friends voices blended into the background, as you stared up at the shinning full moon. Your eyes are lead back down by the run down strip mall. Your friends were happily chattering about all the cool stuff that had probably been left behind almost 40 years ago.
Your friends had first got into it when finding a documentary on the old stripmall. Apparently in the 80's it had been a booming mall, before the 90's took over and times changed and the malls were quickly abandoned. Though, there was also something strange about one of the stores. Cap'n Clark Ottoman Empire had apparently been run into the ground, right before the employees and boss had just.... disappeared.
There were theories, obviously, but nothing concrete.
"What about you, Y/n?"
"Huh?" You looked over to your friend sitting next to you, Mark.
"You want to go check the stores out too, right?"
You hum, but before you can give any verbal response, one of your friends speaks first.
"Of course not! She's not stupid." Annie hummed, rolling her eyes. The short haired girl was tapping away from her phone, probably to order an Uber back to her house. "Do you not remember all the people that went missing?"
"Dude, that was like 40 years ago." Mark groans, putting his hand in his sister's face.
You decided to ignore them, as you kept staring at the Clark business. The sign was worn and falling apart. You could barely mark out the letters, much less the mascots. Even from where you were parked, you could see that the windows were damaged. There also looked to be spray painted walls, probably with obscure and odd slang, if not offensive.
"Let's split up."
"Split up?" Annie's eyes widened as she hit her brother's arm. "Are you trying to get us killed?"
"Of course not. I'm just trying to get us to explore the place in the little time we have. I heard they're bulldozing this place in a few weeks."
"Bulldozing?"
"Yeah. Some safety hazards or something... I guess?" He wasn't super confident. Obviously he only cared about exploring, not the history or future of the place.
You frown, before turning off the car. It goes dead silent and it's the signal they all need to get out. While the siblings head to one of the abandoned stores, you decided to go to the old furniture store.
The door was locked, not that it mattered. You just went through one of the broken windows. The place had many different graffiti slangs and a few slurs too- And what looked like a Swastika. Most of the furniture that had once been sold here was either destroyed by vandalizers, stolen or worn by the testament of time.
It was... sad.
You tilt your head when noticed what looked like a staircase that went downstairs. As you slowly walk towards it, the lights begin to flicker, making you stop. You felt the urge to call out, but stop yourself when realizing that was stupid.
Though, there was no sounds, so you slowly walk towards the stairs, before going down. The lights were off and you looked around. Just a few beds and chairs... and a breaker? There was also some blue taped that had peeled off the wall many years ago. You weren't sure why anyone would even put it on the walls. A whiteboard was laying flat down by one of the beds and whatever was written on it, was long gone.
You slowly walk towards the breaker, after grabbing your phone and shinning a flashlight. You open it up, tilting your head.
It was relatively normal... At least until you got to the bottom. There was two lights that were tilted.
"How odd..." You flicker them, but nothing happens. You shrug, not thinking to much about it. You start to head back out, when you hear a voice.
"Bonjour de la part des enfants de la planĆØte Terre."
You freeze, looking towards the wall. Was that... French. From the angle you were at, you could see some light bleeding through the wall. You slowly walk towards it, before lightly touching the wall. Expect, instead of something solid, you fell straight through.
You quickly pick yourself up, before looking around the room. It was a hospital-like bright yellow that reminded you of a sick man. Bright lights gleamed down on you and you covered your eyes, taken aback after having been in a dark room.
In front of you, just a few feet, there was multiple pieces of furniture. They looked normal... At least at first. But, the closer you got, the stranger they became.
Is there any fic thatās Yandere! Superman/Clark Kent where fem! reader is like Lex Luther and he never āhatesā her but thinks he can change her and interacts with her as Clark Kent and she literally hates him; but sheās like obsessed with Superman but not like āin loveā with Superman.
Hell even just a fic where itās Yandere Superman/Clark Kent and fem! Lex Luthor! Reader with any plot is something I wantā¦ though I might just have to do it myself
I start today at 5am (in 2 hrs give or take) and I broke my toe yesterday and I gotta say- maybe Justin Bieber wasnāt crazy for ending a show for breaking his toe; That shit is excruciatingly painful.
Thereās like no adrenaline, just straight pain that you can numb with ice, pain killers, and taping it to your other toe.
Also, idk if yall know this, but like all your weight goes on your big toe, so now Iām walking funny too
I need to post actual work- Iām sorry :( I know ppl wanna see stuff. This is pretty niche
You needed to test out some new drinks or at least test your ability to mix. Imagine your delight when your co-worker, Leander offered his assistance. You warned him that you had just learned how, but he was just jumping to help you.
Honestly, you could tell the boy you needed help building an Ikea bed and he would jump to do it. Anything involving you was something he wanted to do. In other words, he was down bad.
You, though, never seemed to notice this. Everyone else, customers and co workers alike, noticed his obvious favoritism towards you. Why else would he jump at any opportunity to be with you?
You didnāt see it that way. How could you? This was everyoneās favorite boy. He was such a charismatic, sweet, handsome guy who many patrons not only adored but ogled whenever he pasted; Why would he be into you?
The day arrived where you needed to test drinks and he was there. Very early, but he told you he just got there. He watched you likes love sick puppy as you clumsily mixed drinks. His eyes widen when you pass it to him.
Eh, not his favorite, but thatās alright. The second one though? Well that DEFINITELY made up for the first. It was one of the best things heās ever had- And no heās not just saying that cause heās your āfriend.ā (Ugh, what a terrible word in his opinion)
The third one though is when it gets strange. He starts coughing up blood and you (obviously) panic and go to reach for him, but he steps back. He puts a hand out mumbling that he was okay, before passing okay.
When he got back from the hospital you checked all over him. How could you not? He smiled and preened at your attention. Hell, if this is what youāre like when he gets hurt, maybe he should do it more often.
You continue mixing drinks and each time he leaves, he comes back with a new ingredient and your worry. If not for the awful body alterations, he would think heās in heaven. Your only thought is that these hospitals must be incredible.
You were thankful when it was finally over. You were feeling extreme guilt and worry over everything, no matter how much he tried to convince you.
He laughed when you expressed these feelings. He told you it was nothing. Heād do anything to help a pretty friend.
āPretty?ā
He blushed when realizing what he said. He looks away from you and rubs the back of his neck trying to regain his composure. āWell, yeahā¦ Youāre very pretty. Iām sure you get it a lot though.ā
You blush, your fingers fiddling with each other. āI wish.ā
Heās surprised by this response. You were the most beautiful girl in the world to him. How could others not see it? God, if you were with him, heād never let you forget or go a day without hearing beautiful you are.
āWellā¦ You are. Iāve always thought so.ā
Your blush deepens as you look at him shyly. His face is still a light pink that was now turning a dark red. You look away, feeling the moment was to intimate.
āWell, for what itās worth, youāre pretty too.ā
āYeah?ā He stutters out, not believing what heās hearing. You said heās pretty???
āYeah.ā
He decides to just shoot for it and blurts out (much louder than heād like) āWould you go out with me?ā
Your eyes widen and you examine him. Go out? With a coworker? What do you say?
Tags: sp high school au, slow burn, friends to lovers, smoking/underage drinking, drug use, take dating troupe, sarcastic chaotic reader, reader has body piercings, sexual tension, crude language, teen angst, fluff, eventual smut (they're 18!!!)
The next day, you found Stan by his truck before school, leaning against the driverās side door with his hands shoved in his jacket pockets and his beanie pulled low like he was trying to disappear into the fabric.
You approached with your usual morning energy: iced coffee in one hand, gum in your mouth, backpack hanging off one shoulder half hazardously. Stan looked up when you got close. His eyes flicked over you once, then away.
āGood Morning, my lovely boyfriend thing,ā you said brightly.
He sighed like youād already exhausted him and it wasnāt even eight yet. āMorning.ā
You stopped in front of him, squinting. āYou look suspicious.ā
āI always look like this.ā
āNuhuh, you usually look depressed. Today you look suspiciously depressed.ā
Stan gave you a flat look. āThat doesnāt make sense.ā
āIt would if you were smart.ā
āThen explain it.ā
āNo...ā
He rolled his eyes, but his mouth twitched at the corner. That tiny almost-smile did something stupid to your chest. You hated it. You hated it so much that you immediately shoved your iced coffee into his hand. āHold this.ā
āWhat? Why?ā
āBoyfriend duties, duh.ā You said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
āYou have hands.ā
āAnd you have the privilege of holding my drink. Donāt fumble, Marsh.ā
Stan stared at the cup like it had personally offended him. āThis is the dumbest fake relationship ever.ā
āThen why are you blushing babe?ā
āIām cold.ā
āYouāre in Colorado. That excuse is basically always available. Doesnāt make it true.ā
His face darkened. āShut up.ā
You stepped closer, grinning, and reached up to adjust his beanie. āYouāre so easy.ā
Stan froze a little beneath your hands. Not dramatically. Not enough for anyone else to notice. But you noticed. You noticed the way his shoulders went still, the way his eyes flicked down to your mouth for half a second before immediately shooting away like heād committed a crime. Your fingers paused at the edge of his beanie.
Something warm and electric crawled up your arm.
Absolutely fucking not.
You yanked the beanie down over his eyes. āThere,ā you said loudly. āNow you look even more emotionally unavailable.ā
āDudeāā Stan shoved the beanie back up, glaring. āWhat the hell was that for?ā
You snatched your iced coffee back and took a victorious sip. āLove you too.ā
He opened his mouth to respond, probably with something bitter and sarcastic, but then his gaze shifted over your shoulder.
You followed it. Wendy and Bebe were crossing the parking lot. Perfect timing. Stan tensed beside you. You could feel it before he even moved. That familiar little shift in him, the way he closed off all at once, like someone had slammed a door behind his eyes.
Oh, Stan.
You turned back to him and, without thinking too hard about it, stepped into his space. Stan blinked down at you. āWoah personal spaceāā
āMethod acting,ā you whispered. Then you slipped your hand into his and leaned your body into his side, clinging on to him. His hand was cold at first, but after a second his grip tightened around yours. Slightly. Carefully.
Wendyās eyes flicked toward you two. Bebe leaned in to whisper something to her. Stan swallowed. You bumped your shoulder against his. āBreathe, dumbass.ā
āI am breathing.ā
āYouāre doing it weird though.ā
He let out one sharp breath through his nose, almost a laugh. āYouāre so fucking annoying.ā
āAnd yet,ā you said, raising your joined hands a little, āyouāre holding my hand.ā
āFor the bit.ā
āSure, babe.ā
His thumb shifted against the side of your hand. Barely anything. A nothing movement. A completely insignificant, not-worth-thinking-about, totally fake relationship thumb brush.
Your brain immediately lit itself on fire.
Wendy passed by with Bebe, giving Stan a polite little smile. āHey, Stan.ā
Stanās hand tightened. āHey,ā he said, voice rougher than usual.
Wendy looked at you next. Not mean. Not friendly either. Just curious in that sharp Wendy way. God did she scare the fuck out of you sometimes.
āHey,ā she said to you.
You smiled sweetly. āHey, Wendy.ā
Bebe gave you a look that was entirely too entertained. āCute.ā
You squeezed Stanās hand harder. āThanks. Heās house-trained and everything.ā
Stan turned his head slowly. āWhat?ā
Bebe laughed. You patted Stanās chest with your free hand. āMostly.ā
Stan looked like he wanted to walk into oncoming traffic, but he didnāt let go of your hand.
Wendy and Bebe walked away, whispering between themselves. You waited until they were far enough before dropping Stanās hand like it had burned you. Except it had kind of done the opposite. Which was worse.
Stan flexed his fingers once, then shoved both hands into his pockets. āWas that believable?ā he asked.
You took a long sip of your coffee to buy yourself time. āYeah. Ten outta ten. Oscar bait. The lesbians in drama club would give us a standing ovation full of tears anā everything.ā
His ears went pink. āCool,ā he muttered.
A beat passed. Then he glanced sideways at you. āHouse-trained?ā
You shrugged. āI panicked.ā
āYou panicked and called me a dog?ā
āI said mostly house-trained. Donāt be an ungrateful bitch.ā
Stan shook his head, but this time he actually smiled. Not a big one. Not enough for anyone else to call attention to. But you saw it. You saw it, and your stomach did something deeply embarrassing. You were starting to think this fake dating thing was a bad idea. Oh well
āāāāā āā āā ā āāāāā
By lunch, you regretted telling Kenny the truth. He hasnāt said anything yet, but you could feel his stupid little eyes already judging you from under that orange hood.
He slid into the seat beside you instead of across from you, which immediately made you suspicious.
āWhat?ā you asked.
Kenny tilted his head. āWhat?ā
āYouāre looking at me weird.ā
āI always look at you weird.ā
Stan sat down on your other side with his tray, looking impossibly tired. Kyle followed, still carrying the expression of someone who had spent all night building a conspiracy board in his room. Cartman dropped into his seat last, already chewing before his ass fully hit the bench.
Kenny leaned closer to you, voice low. āSo. Howās the fake boyfriend?ā
You kicked him under the table. Hard. Kenny made a muffled wheezing sound, then bent over his tray, shoulders shaking with laughter. Stan looked over. āWhat happened?ā
āIt explains a lot, actually,ā Cartman said through a mouthful of food. āPoverty is hilarious.ā
āShut up, Cartman,ā Kyle and Stan said at the same time.
You leaned back against Stanās side before you could overthink it. āAw. Couple goals. You guys are finishing each otherās sentences.ā
Kennyās eyes flicked to the way your shoulder pressed against Stanās arm. His eyebrows lifted. You gave him a look that said donāt you fucking dare. He gave you a look back that said I am absolutely daring.
Kyle set his fork down with surgical precision. āOkay. Iām just going to say it. This is weird.ā
āSo you keep saying.ā Stan muttered.
āBecause it keeps being weird!ā Kyle snapped. āYou two are acting like youāre dating, but also like youāve never touched another human being before.ā
Cartman gasped. āOh my god, Kyleās right. They have virgin chemistry.ā
You pointed at him with your spoon. āSay virgin chemistry again and Iāll chemistry your face into the table, tubby.ā
āThat doesnāt even make sense, junkie.ā
Stanās head snapped up. āDude, donāt call her that.ā
The table went quiet for half a second. You blinked. Cartman looked mildly surprised, then immediately smug. āOhhh, look at Stan defending his trashy little girlfriend.ā
Stanās jaw clenched. āI said shut up.ā
Something in his voice shifted. Not loud. Not dramatic. Just sharp. Protective?
Your chest did that awful warm thing again. Kenny noticed. Of course Kenny fucking noticed. His eyes slid to you, softer now but still amused. Kyle looked between you and Stan, suspicion briefly replaced by something more careful. Like maybe this wasnāt adding up the way he thought it would. You recovered first because emotional vulnerability made you itchy.
āThanks, babe,ā you said, reaching up to pinch Stanās cheek. āMy hero. My knight in crusty Vans.ā
Stan shoved your hand away, face red. āDonāt.ā
āToo late. Iām swooning.ā
āYouāre embarrassing.ā
āYou love it.ā
He didnāt answer fast enough. That was the problem. He didnāt answer fast enough, and Kennyās eyes practically lit up like Christmas lights someone had plugged into a wall. Kyle noticed too. Cartman, thankfully, was too busy opening another bag of chips with his teeth.
Stan cleared his throat and looked down at his tray. āWhatever.ā
You turned your attention to his own bag of chips because theft was easier than feelings. āMine,ā you announced, grabbing it.
āDudeāā
āYou defended my honor. I need tribute.ā
āThatās my lunch.ā
āAnd Iām your girlfriend.ā
āFake girlfriend,ā Kenny coughed under his breath.
You kicked him again. Stan looked up sharply. āWhat?ā
Kenny held up both hands, still laughing. āNothing, man. Allergies.ā
Kyle stared at him. āYou donāt have allergies.ā
āIām allergic to bullshit.ā
You smiled dangerously. āKenny.ā
He leaned back, grin hidden by his hood. āWhat? Iām being supportive.ā
āYouāre being a little slutty detective.ā
āCan I put that on my college applications?ā
āYouāre not going to college dipshit.ā
āDamn. True.ā
Stan looked between you both, still confused but too emotionally exhausted to investigate. āWhy are you two always like this?ā
āChemistry,ā Kenny said.
You shot him another warning look. Cartman immediately gagged.
āChemisty with Kinny? He smells like poor people and welfare.ā
āYou smell like beef sticks and entitlement,ā you snapped back.
Kyle rubbed his temples. āI hate this table.ā
Stan sighed. āYeah. Same.ā
But when Wendy walked past again, slower this time, Stanās hand found your knee under the table. Not your thigh. Not anything dramatic. Just his hand resting lightly on your knee. A prop. A fake dating prop. A totally normal, strategic, performative prop.
You froze for half a second. Stan didnāt look at you. His eyes were forward, jaw tight, pretending like this was easy. His palm was warm. You swallowed. Then you covered his hand with yours. Wendyās glance landed there. Then on Stanās face. Then yours. Something unreadable crossed her expression before she looked away.
Stan exhaled slowly. You leaned toward his ear, keeping your voice low. āShe saw.ā
āYeah,ā he murmured.
āYou okay?ā
He hesitated. Then nodded. āYeah.ā
But his hand didnāt move. Neither did yours.
Across the table, Kenny watched the whole thing with the expression of a man witnessing a car crash in slow motion and deciding, honestly, this was great entertainment.
You mouthed, āShut up.ā
Kenny mouthed back, āYouāre fucked.ā
Unfortunately, you were starting to suspect he might be right.
āāāāā āā āā ā āāāāā
After school, Stan drove you home. That wasnāt part of the rules. Technically, heād only agreed to walk you to class and do basic public couple behavior when needed. But when the final bell rang and you started toward the parking lot, he just followed.
āYou stalking me now, Marsh?ā you asked, spinning around to walk backward in front of him.
He shrugged. āI have a truck.ā
āNo shit? Hadnāt noticed.ā
āYou need a ride or not?ā
You grinned. āAre you asking because you care about me, or because Wendyās by the front doors?ā
Stanās eyes flicked past you. Wendy was, in fact, near the front doors. He looked caught. You laughed.
āRelax. Iāll accept your emotionally constipated ride offer.ā
āGreat. Fantastic. Thrilled.ā
You hopped into the passenger seat like always, immediately messing with the radio. Stan slapped your hand away. āDonāt.ā
āYour music makes me want to become a missing person.ā
āYour music sounds like auditory war crimesā
āThatās the nicest thing anyoneās ever said to me.ā
He gave you a sideways look as he pulled out of the lot. āThatās sad.ā
āYouāre sad.ā
āYeah.ā
You blinked, then snorted despite yourself. āEmo.ā
For a minute, the truck was quiet except for the rumble of the engine and some miserable guitar song playing low through the speakers. Snow sat dirty and gray along the curbs. The sky looked heavy, like it was deciding whether to ruin everyoneās day.
Stan drove with one hand on the wheel, the other resting near the gear shift. You stared at it. Not intentionally. Justā¦ it was there. And your brain, being the absolute worst roommate in your skull, kept replaying the way his hand had felt on your knee at lunch. Warm. Careful. A little shaky. You looked out the window instead.
āSo,ā Stan said eventually.
āOh no.ā
āWhat?ā
āYou said āsoā like youāre about to have feelings at me.ā
āIām not having feelings at you.ā
āThat sounds exactly like something someone about to have feelings at me would say.ā
He sighed. āCan you please shut up for, like, ten seconds?ā
āNo promises,ā you grinned.
Stanās fingers tapped against the steering wheel. āThanks. For lunch.ā
You glanced at him.
āFor stealing your chips?ā
āForā¦ā He frowned, searching for the words like they were hidden somewhere under the dashboard. āFor checking if I was okay. When Wendy walked by.ā
Oh. Gross. Emotional sincerity.
Your fight-or-flight response activated immediately. āYeah, well,ā you said, forcing casualness into your voice. āCanāt have my fake boyfriend having a public breakdown. Bad for my brand.ā
His mouth twitched. āYour brand?ā
āHot, sexy, unstable, mysterious.ā
āSure.ā
āThank you.ā
Another quiet beat. Then Stan said, softer, āIt helped.ā
You looked over. He wasnāt looking at you. His eyes stayed on the road, face half-shadowed beneath the edge of his beanie. āIt helped,ā he repeated, like admitting it physically hurt. āNot feeling like a total idiot.ā
You chewed the inside of your cheek. Your usual jokes lined up in your head, ready to throw themselves on the grenade. Instead, you said, āYouāre not a total idiot.ā
Stan glanced at you, eyebrows raised. You held up a hand. āDonāt make it weird. Youāre likeā¦ seventy percent idiot max.ā
He huffed a laugh. A real one. Small, but real. āThere she is,ā he muttered.
āWhat?ā
āNothing.ā
āNo, what?ā
āNothing.ā
āStanley Marsh, do not ānothingā me.ā
He groaned. āGod, donāt call me Stanley.ā
āWhy? Too intimate? Should I save it for pillow talk?ā
His face went pink instantly. āJesus Christ.ā
You cackled, pleased with yourself. Then the truck pulled up in front of your house. Neither of you moved immediately. Which was weird. Usually you jumped out, flipped him off, stole something from the passenger seat, and fucked off. But now there was this pause. This dumb, heavy pause sitting between you like a third person. Stanās hand was still near the gear shift. You wanted to touch it. You did not touch it. You were not insane. Mostlyā¦
āWell,ā you said, grabbing your bag. āThanks for the ride, pookie bear.ā
āDonāt call me that.ā
āOkay, sweetie pie.ā
āWorse.ā
āSnookums?ā
āIām kicking you out.ā
You laughed and opened the door, cold South Park air rushing in. Before you climbed out, Stan said your name. You looked back.
He seemed like he regretted speaking before he even finished thinking. His mouth opened, closed, then opened again. āTomorrow,ā he said finally. āSame thing?ā
You tilted your head. āSame thing?ā
āRide. School. Whatever.ā He looked away. āFor the bit.ā
You smiled, but it felt strange on your face. āYeah. For the bit.ā
Stan nodded. You hopped out, shut the door, and walked backward toward your house, pointing at him dramatically.
āDonāt miss me too much, Marsh!ā
āAlready forgot you exist.ā
āLiar!ā
He rolled his eyes, but he stayed parked there until you reached your front door. You noticed. You pretended not to.
āāāāā āā āā ā āāāāā
That night, Kenny texted you.
Kenny: so how long before u admit ur fake dating is getting weird
Y/N: how long before u admit ur obsessed with me š¬
Kenny: already admitted that years ago babe keep up
Y/N: die š„°š„°š„°
Kenny: been there done that
You stared at the screen, grinning despite yourself. Then another message popped up.
Kenny: fr tho be careful
Your grin faded a little.
Y/N: with what??
Kenny: stan
you
wendy
the whole dumb thing
You rolled onto your back, phone held above your face.
Y/N: wow look at u having emotional depth gross š¤¢
Kenny: donāt tell anyone Iāll lose street cred
Y/N: what street cred ur poor
Kenny: exactly streets are all I have š¤§
You laughed under your breath, but Kennyās warning sat in your chest weirdly. Be careful. You hated when people said that. Careful was boring. Careful was for people who planned ahead and drank water and didnāt agree to fake date their emotionally unstable friend for free weed and maybe a little attention. Your phone buzzed again. Not Kenny this time.
Stan: found a song you might not hate
A link came through. You clicked it. It was still sad as hell, because of course it was, but less unbearable than his usual playlist. Softer. Warmer. Something with a girlās voice and a guitar that sounded like a porch light left on. You listened for thirty seconds. Then texted back.
Y/N: no no booo send more Iām training you like a shelter dog
Stan: house-trained shelter dog?
You paused. Then smiled before you could stop yourself.
Y/N: mostly
Three dots appeared. Disappeared. Appeared again.
Stan: night idiot
Y/N: Gn dearest shelter dog š¶
You set your phone on your chest and stared at the ceiling in the dark. Somewhere outside, a car passed slowly, headlights sliding across your wall and disappearing.
Itās fake, you reminded yourself again. But this time, the thought didnāt land right. This time, it sounded less like a reminder and more like a warning.
heyyy
i love your fanfics
we need more Pawbert smut
could you write it?
anonā”
Okay babe- Uhuh; I'm not good at smut, so be warned- This is more of a drabble than an actual one shot
[Also not scientifically accurate lol]
Pawbert considers himself somewhat of a good guy... Kind of. Though, with you, it's like a light switches.
It's definitely different being with a human- Not that he has any experience with animals, but just that you are so much different than him. Physically, mentally, sexually.
Where he wants to jump you everytime he sees you, but you don't share his stamina. But that could be more about him just being very sexually deprived.
He's also much bigger than a human length wise, but thin and slippery. He's almost always covered in precum before he can even get inside you. He produces so much, it might as well be lube.
He likes to be ontop of you. Not because he's like a dom or anything, but he loves being able to just keep thrusting into you for hours. You'll get tired before he's even broken a sweat, especially if it's mating season.
God, he could go for hours. Whispers sweet nothing as he's plowing you from the back. Just repeating 'I love you- I love you- I love you' until he cums deep inside of you. There's no way you're leaving the room not pregnant. Not if he has anything to say about it
You know that Tiktok trend where the girlfriend asks if she can eat infront of her partners parents? Well, here's that for Kyle and Stan- Might do this for more SP characters
This is genuinely so stupid.
STAN MARSH
It was a peaceful dinner, to peaceful in fact. You were surprised that Randy hadn't said something stupid or Shelley hitting Stan; You decided to change that.
"Oh, Stan, can I get seconds after this? I know you said don't like me eating a lot because you said you wouldn't be attracted to me if I got fat."
The table all glances at Stan, who was wide eyed and shaking his head, clearly loss for words.
"I-I-I have- I've never said that!"
"What are you talking about? you always tell me I should stay in a calorie deficit."
"Stan!" Sharon gave him the 'This better be a joke' look. "How could you say that to her?"
"Yeah, especially since you're the only one who needs to cut the calories," Shelley laughs at her joke, causing Stan to glare at her.
"I never said that, she's lying! Y/n why would you say that?"
"Do you always ask permission," Randy jokes, but you decide to stick with the bit.
"Yeah, always. He's super strict about what I eat."
"I'm literally not! She can eat whatever she wants."
"Then why would she say that?" Sharon looks about ready to throw food at her son. Said boy looked like he wanted to die on the spot
"I don't know ask her!" He gestures to you.
"That's just what you say!"
Stan cover his face, questioning his life choices up to his moments.
"Of course you can eat more, Y/n. As long as you're under my roof, you can eat whatever yu want."
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KYLE BROFLOVSKI
It was really quiet, when you decided to ruin your boyfriend's night.
"Hey, Kyle, can I have a little bit more food?"
"Bro what?" Kyle looks at you with wide eyes, clearly confused.
"Why would she say that Kyle?" Sheila has a wooden spoon in her hand and if you didn't know any better, you'd think she was going to hit him.
"I don't know! I've never said that! She's crazy."
"So I can't eat and I'm crazy?" You had to admit, even you were convincing yourself this was real with the tears you just pulled out.
Kyle lets out an awkward chuckle, before his mother starts hitting him with the spoon.
"How. dare. you! I raised you better." With each word, she hit him with the spoon.
"Ma- I never said that! She's making it up."
Both Ike and Gerald just continued to eat, seeing their mother had this handled.
"Why would she do that?"
"I don't know!"
She then turns to you after she's satisfied with a smile on her face. "Y/n, you don't ever have to ask that fool for permission- Here," She then starts dumping more food on your plate and you have to stop yourself from laughing.
Character from this game by NoSpillKetchup
No, I don't think they have a name or gender, but my guess is he/they though. He's just too cute to not write for!!!
Also if anyone else writes for him PLEASE LMK š§š¼āāļøāā”ļøšš»
Heās such a cute, puppy dog lover
Heās very submissive as well. Anything you want, heāll help you with it
He fell for you first. It was pretty much love at first sight for him. He saw you on your first day and it was like the whole world got brighter (Granted, heās def a romantic so heād fall fast in any situation). You on the other hand just find him humorous. You just met the guy and heās all over you like a dog.
It gets a little annoying , but if you show even a hinge of annoyance, he gets all teary eyed and you have to quickly apologize before another co worker finds out you made the poor guy cry
Just as quickly as the tears came, they stop when you give him the slightest bit of affection
Heās sucks it in like a vacuum. Man just a little affection; is that too much to ask?
Prone to jealousy if he thinks someone is getting to much of your attention- Which can be very little
Though is very charismatic and charming and can get your attention back on him
Sometimes when heās mad at you, heāll ignore you. Though it doesnāt last long because he canāt resist you- Also you donāt even notice. In fact you seem happier to not have him attached to your hip
Donāt let him know though, or heāll get really angry and it might not have such nice results
I know this is very niche and probably no one will read this but I don't care-
Loves going on adventures with you. One of his favorite things to do
Really he just enjoys doing anything with you
Enjoys crafting things, especially stuff you need. He feels very useful and it makes him happy
Can get a little jealous at times when you spend more time with others
Knows everything about you , such as likes and dislikes thanks to his whiskers
Can be a little scatterbrained about things you ask him to do or that he needs to do for you, but he always figures it out in the end
Very loyal, ironically like how people claim dogs are. He would never betray you or throw you under the bus if you're both [or if it's just him] in trouble
Holds your hand in the dark
He just wants to know where you are when he's scared and the dark kind of scares him
Also, he really just likes to hold your hand
Doesn't matter what you are, he'll love you regardless!
