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*
Is there any fic that’s Yandere! Superman/Clark Kent where fem! reader is like Lex Luther and he never ‘hates’ her but thinks he can change her and interacts with her as Clark Kent and she literally hates him; but she’s like obsessed with Superman but not like ‘in love’ with Superman.
Hell even just a fic where it’s Yandere Superman/Clark Kent and fem! Lex Luthor! Reader with any plot is something I want… 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 wasn’t crazy for ending a show for breaking his toe; That shit is excruciatingly painful.
There’s 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 I’m walking funny too
I need to post actual work- I’m 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 didn’t see it that way. How could you? This was everyone’s 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 that’s alright. The second one though? Well that DEFINITELY made up for the first. It was one of the best things he’s ever had- And no he’s not just saying that cause he’s your ‘friend.’ (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 you’re 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 he’s 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. He’d do anything to help a pretty friend.
“Pretty?”
He blushed when realizing what he said. He looks away from you and rubs the back of his neck trying to regain his composure. “Well, yeah… You’re very pretty. I’m sure you get it a lot though.”
You blush, your fingers fiddling with each other. “I wish.”
He’s 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, he’d never let you forget or go a day without hearing beautiful you are.
“Well… You are. I’ve always thought so.”
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.
“Well, for what it’s worth, you’re pretty too.”
“Yeah?” He stutters out, not believing what he’s hearing. You said he’s pretty???
“Yeah.”
He decides to just shoot for it and blurts out (much louder than he’d like) “Would you go out with me?”
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!!!)
⋆｡°✩ 🏈 Chapter 6: Making The Drama Club Lesbians Proud🍃 ✩°｡⋆
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The next day, you found Stan by his truck before school, leaning against the driver’s 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.
“Good Morning, my lovely boyfriend thing,” you said brightly.
He sighed like you’d already exhausted him and it wasn’t even eight yet. “Morning.”
You stopped in front of him, squinting. “You look suspicious.”
“I always look like this.”
“Nuhuh, you usually look depressed. Today you look suspiciously depressed.”
Stan gave you a flat look. “That doesn’t make sense.”
“It would if you were smart.”
“Then explain it.”
“No...”
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. “Hold this.”
“What? Why?”
“Boyfriend duties, duh.” You said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
“You have hands.”
“And you have the privilege of holding my drink. Don’t fumble, Marsh.”
Stan stared at the cup like it had personally offended him. “This is the dumbest fake relationship ever.”
“Then why are you blushing babe?”
“I’m cold.”
“You’re in Colorado. That excuse is basically always available. Doesn’t make it true.”
His face darkened. “Shut up.”
You stepped closer, grinning, and reached up to adjust his beanie. “You’re so easy.”
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 he’d 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. “There,” you said loudly. “Now you look even more emotionally unavailable.”
“Dude—” Stan shoved the beanie back up, glaring. “What the hell was that for?”
You snatched your iced coffee back and took a victorious sip. “Love you too.”
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. “Woah personal space—”
“Method acting,” 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.
Wendy’s eyes flicked toward you two. Bebe leaned in to whisper something to her. Stan swallowed. You bumped your shoulder against his. “Breathe, dumbass.”
“I am breathing.”
“You’re doing it weird though.”
He let out one sharp breath through his nose, almost a laugh. “You’re so fucking annoying.”
“And yet,” you said, raising your joined hands a little, “you’re holding my hand.”
“For the bit.”
“Sure, babe.”
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. “Hey, Stan.”
Stan’s hand tightened. “Hey,” 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.
“Hey,” she said to you.
You smiled sweetly. “Hey, Wendy.”
Bebe gave you a look that was entirely too entertained. “Cute.”
You squeezed Stan’s hand harder. “Thanks. He’s house-trained and everything.”
Stan turned his head slowly. “What?”
Bebe laughed. You patted Stan’s chest with your free hand. “Mostly.”
Stan looked like he wanted to walk into oncoming traffic, but he didn’t let go of your hand.
Wendy and Bebe walked away, whispering between themselves. You waited until they were far enough before dropping Stan’s 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. “Was that believable?” he asked.
You took a long sip of your coffee to buy yourself time. “Yeah. Ten outta ten. Oscar bait. The lesbians in drama club would give us a standing ovation full of tears an’ everything.”
His ears went pink. “Cool,” he muttered.
A beat passed. Then he glanced sideways at you. “House-trained?”
You shrugged. “I panicked.”
“You panicked and called me a dog?”
“I said mostly house-trained. Don’t be an ungrateful bitch.”
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
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By lunch, you regretted telling Kenny the truth. He hasn’t 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.
“What?” you asked.
Kenny tilted his head. “What?”
“You’re looking at me weird.”
“I always look at you weird.”
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. “So. How’s the fake boyfriend?”
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. “What happened?”
“It explains a lot, actually,” Cartman said through a mouthful of food. “Poverty is hilarious.”
“Shut up, Cartman,” Kyle and Stan said at the same time.
You leaned back against Stan’s side before you could overthink it. “Aw. Couple goals. You guys are finishing each other’s sentences.”
Kenny’s eyes flicked to the way your shoulder pressed against Stan’s arm. His eyebrows lifted. You gave him a look that said don’t you fucking dare. He gave you a look back that said I am absolutely daring.
Kyle set his fork down with surgical precision. “Okay. I’m just going to say it. This is weird.”
“So you keep saying.” Stan muttered.
“Because it keeps being weird!” Kyle snapped. “You two are acting like you’re dating, but also like you’ve never touched another human being before.”
Cartman gasped. “Oh my god, Kyle’s right. They have virgin chemistry.”
You pointed at him with your spoon. “Say virgin chemistry again and I’ll chemistry your face into the table, tubby.”
“That doesn’t even make sense, junkie.”
Stan’s head snapped up. “Dude, don’t call her that.”
The table went quiet for half a second. You blinked. Cartman looked mildly surprised, then immediately smug. “Ohhh, look at Stan defending his trashy little girlfriend.”
Stan’s jaw clenched. “I said shut up.”
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 wasn’t adding up the way he thought it would. You recovered first because emotional vulnerability made you itchy.
“Thanks, babe,” you said, reaching up to pinch Stan’s cheek. “My hero. My knight in crusty Vans.”
Stan shoved your hand away, face red. “Don’t.”
“Too late. I’m swooning.”
“You’re embarrassing.”
“You love it.”
He didn’t answer fast enough. That was the problem. He didn’t answer fast enough, and Kenny’s 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. “Whatever.”
You turned your attention to his own bag of chips because theft was easier than feelings. “Mine,” you announced, grabbing it.
“Dude—”
“You defended my honor. I need tribute.”
“That’s my lunch.”
“And I’m your girlfriend.”
“Fake girlfriend,” Kenny coughed under his breath.
You kicked him again. Stan looked up sharply. “What?”
Kenny held up both hands, still laughing. “Nothing, man. Allergies.”
Kyle stared at him. “You don’t have allergies.”
“I’m allergic to bullshit.”
You smiled dangerously. “Kenny.”
He leaned back, grin hidden by his hood. “What? I’m being supportive.”
“You’re being a little slutty detective.”
“Can I put that on my college applications?”
“You’re not going to college dipshit.”
“Damn. True.”
Stan looked between you both, still confused but too emotionally exhausted to investigate. “Why are you two always like this?”
“Chemistry,” Kenny said.
You shot him another warning look. Cartman immediately gagged.
“Chemisty with Kinny? He smells like poor people and welfare.”
“You smell like beef sticks and entitlement,” you snapped back.
Kyle rubbed his temples. “I hate this table.”
Stan sighed. “Yeah. Same.”
But when Wendy walked past again, slower this time, Stan’s 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 didn’t 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. Wendy’s glance landed there. Then on Stan’s face. Then yours. Something unreadable crossed her expression before she looked away.
Stan exhaled slowly. You leaned toward his ear, keeping your voice low. “She saw.”
“Yeah,” he murmured.
“You okay?”
He hesitated. Then nodded. “Yeah.”
But his hand didn’t 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, “Shut up.”
Kenny mouthed back, “You’re fucked.”
Unfortunately, you were starting to suspect he might be right.
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After school, Stan drove you home. That wasn’t part of the rules. Technically, he’d 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.
“You stalking me now, Marsh?” you asked, spinning around to walk backward in front of him.
He shrugged. “I have a truck.”
“No shit? Hadn’t noticed.”
“You need a ride or not?”
You grinned. “Are you asking because you care about me, or because Wendy’s by the front doors?”
Stan’s eyes flicked past you. Wendy was, in fact, near the front doors. He looked caught. You laughed.
“Relax. I’ll accept your emotionally constipated ride offer.”
“Great. Fantastic. Thrilled.”
You hopped into the passenger seat like always, immediately messing with the radio. Stan slapped your hand away. “Don’t.”
“Your music makes me want to become a missing person.”
“Your music sounds like auditory war crimes”
“That’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me.”
He gave you a sideways look as he pulled out of the lot. “That’s sad.”
“You’re sad.”
“Yeah.”
You blinked, then snorted despite yourself. “Emo.”
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 everyone’s day.
Stan drove with one hand on the wheel, the other resting near the gear shift. You stared at it. Not intentionally. Just… 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.
“So,” Stan said eventually.
“Oh no.”
“What?”
“You said ‘so’ like you’re about to have feelings at me.”
“I’m not having feelings at you.”
“That sounds exactly like something someone about to have feelings at me would say.”
He sighed. “Can you please shut up for, like, ten seconds?”
“No promises,” you grinned.
Stan’s fingers tapped against the steering wheel. “Thanks. For lunch.”
You glanced at him.
“For stealing your chips?”
“For…” He frowned, searching for the words like they were hidden somewhere under the dashboard. “For checking if I was okay. When Wendy walked by.”
Oh. Gross. Emotional sincerity.
Your fight-or-flight response activated immediately. “Yeah, well,” you said, forcing casualness into your voice. “Can’t have my fake boyfriend having a public breakdown. Bad for my brand.”
His mouth twitched. “Your brand?”
“Hot, sexy, unstable, mysterious.”
“Sure.”
“Thank you.”
Another quiet beat. Then Stan said, softer, “It helped.”
You looked over. He wasn’t looking at you. His eyes stayed on the road, face half-shadowed beneath the edge of his beanie. “It helped,” he repeated, like admitting it physically hurt. “Not feeling like a total idiot.”
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, “You’re not a total idiot.”
Stan glanced at you, eyebrows raised. You held up a hand. “Don’t make it weird. You’re like… seventy percent idiot max.”
He huffed a laugh. A real one. Small, but real. “There she is,” he muttered.
“What?”
“Nothing.”
“No, what?”
“Nothing.”
“Stanley Marsh, do not ‘nothing’ me.”
He groaned. “God, don’t call me Stanley.”
“Why? Too intimate? Should I save it for pillow talk?”
His face went pink instantly. “Jesus Christ.”
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. Stan’s hand was still near the gear shift. You wanted to touch it. You did not touch it. You were not insane. Mostly…
“Well,” you said, grabbing your bag. “Thanks for the ride, pookie bear.”
“Don’t call me that.”
“Okay, sweetie pie.”
“Worse.”
“Snookums?”
“I’m kicking you out.”
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. “Tomorrow,” he said finally. “Same thing?”
You tilted your head. “Same thing?”
“Ride. School. Whatever.” He looked away. “For the bit.”
You smiled, but it felt strange on your face. “Yeah. For the bit.”
Stan nodded. You hopped out, shut the door, and walked backward toward your house, pointing at him dramatically.
“Don’t miss me too much, Marsh!”
“Already forgot you exist.”
“Liar!”
He rolled his eyes, but he stayed parked there until you reached your front door. You noticed. You pretended not to.
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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 😬
Kenny: already admitted that years ago babe keep up
Y/N: die 🥰🥰🥰
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 🤢
Kenny: don’t tell anyone I’ll lose street cred
Y/N: what street cred ur poor
Kenny: exactly streets are all I have 🤧
You laughed under your breath, but Kenny’s 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 didn’t 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 girl’s voice and a guitar that sounded like a porch light left on. You listened for thirty seconds. Then texted back.
Y/N: omg is this character development marsh??? 🤩 did my bullying work????
Stan: nvm I take it back
Y/N: no no booo send more I’m 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 🐶
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.
It’s fake, you reminded yourself again. But this time, the thought didn’t 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?
anon♡
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 🧎🏼♀️➡️🙏🏻
He’s such a cute, puppy dog lover
He’s very submissive as well. Anything you want, he’ll 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, he’s def a romantic so he’d fall fast in any situation). You on the other hand just find him humorous. You just met the guy and he’s 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
He’s 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 he’s mad at you, he’ll ignore you. Though it doesn’t last long because he can’t resist you- Also you don’t even notice. In fact you seem happier to not have him attached to your hip
Don’t let him know though, or he’ll 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!
