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Heyyy not sure how many charas I can request so just do whichever ones are most fun for you if you don’t do all but could I get general hcs abt when they’re drunk/tipsy for aged up/college Stan, Kyle, Kenny, Craig, and Tweek? Maybe ur thoughts on what type of tolerance they have, do they get touchy/emotional/angry, fav drink? Thanks a ton!!

When the boys are drunk/tipsy Hc!

Aged up | if you don’t like request again and I’ll be happy to rewrite! | Stan, Kyle, Kenny, craig, tweek, and bonus: Eric cartman

Stan Marsh:

Stan has a moderate tolerance for alcohol. He can handle a few drinks before feeling the effects.

He might get a bit sentimental and nostalgic, reminiscing about past adventures with his friends.

When he's tipsy, Stan becomes more talkative and starts expressing his thoughts and opinions more freely.

Stan's favorite drink is probably a classic beer or a simple cocktail like a whiskey sour.

If you guys are romantic he’ll definitely be touchy

Kyle broflovski

Kyle has a low tolerance for alcohol and tends to get drunk quite quickly.

When he's drunk, Kyle becomes more relaxed and carefree. He lets loose and often ends up dancing or singing loudly.

He might also get a bit argumentative, passionately defending his opinions or engaging in debates with others.

Kyle's favorite drink could be a glass of red wine or a flavored vodka mixed drink.

He will not be touchy because even when he’s drunk he’s all about consent! And if your drunk you can’t consent! Maybe cuddles but nothing sexual

Kenny McCormick

Kenny has a surprisingly high tolerance for alcohol, possibly due to his rough childhood and his early exposure to alcohol. He can handle a lot of drinks without appearing too intoxicated.

When he's tipsy, Kenny becomes quite mischievous and adventurous. He might suggest doing something reckless or daring.

He tends to become the life of the party, making everyone laugh with his crude jokes and unpredictable behavior.

Kenny's favorite drink is likely a strong beer or a shot of whiskey.

Very touchy, very sexual, even in public.

Craig tucker

Craig has a moderate tolerance for alcohol. He can handle a fair amount of drinks before getting noticeably drunk.

When he's drunk, Craig becomes more relaxed and carefree. He lets go of his usual stoic demeanor and shows a more playful side.

He might engage in playful banter or teasing with his friends, often with a dry sense of humor.

Craig's favorite drink could be a craft beer or a glass of scotch on the rocks.

Not touchy at all, craig is still Craig

Tweek Tweak:

Tweek has a low tolerance for alcohol, and even a few sips can make him noticeably tipsy.

When he's drunk, Tweek becomes incredibly hyperactive and talkative. His energy levels skyrocket, and he bounces around the room.

He might become overly paranoid and start worrying about random things, even more so than when he's sober.

Tweek's favorite drink is probably a cup of strong coffee with a splash of alcohol, like an Irish coffee

He’s touchy, but just so he can have some comfort, he thinks you bring him comfort. So if he’s freaking out, y’all gonna be cuddling.

Eric Cartman:

Cartman has a moderate tolerance for alcohol. He can handle a few drinks before feeling the effects, but he may exaggerate his drunkenness for attention.

When he's drunk, Cartman becomes even more loud and obnoxious than usual. He becomes the center of attention and tries to dominate conversations.

He might become even more arrogant and self-centered, boasting about his supposed accomplishments and belittling others.

Cartman's emotions can be unpredictable when he's intoxicated. He may swing from being overly confident and happy to getting easily offended or angry.

His favorite drink could be a sugary cocktail or a mixed drink that masks the taste of alcohol, as he tends to enjoy indulgent treats.

Very touchy, he will touch you just to make others jealous and brag about how pretty you are.

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unrelated but what’s ur fav Tyler song

I don’t know if i hate you or love you for this question

ITS SO HARD TO CHOOSE-

If you ask this question next week there will probably be a different answer istg

BUTT I’ve really been into “Partyisntover/campfire/bimmer” and “foreword” this week. BUT IVE ALSO BEEN INTO “running out of time”

Like if i got asked this question for a final exam i would fail- it really depends what mood I’m in.

One day I’ll be like “omg glitter is the vibe” and then a day later I’ll be like “I’m really liking radicals”

If i would have to pick a favorite favorite—- it would probably beee… Analog

It’s just such a pretty song-

BUT LIKE I SAID THIS WILL PROBABLY CHANGE IN A WEEK

Like name any tyler song and i will know it, i love him and ALL his songs.

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Hihi super specific but would you be able to do a fic with Tweek + f!reader (platonic and aged up to hs) where they’re best friends and reader is known for being easygoing and lighthearted but then someone (maybe cartman or some other rando) insults Tweek and reader gets deadly silent n intimidating. Reader goes ballistic n absolutely apeshit. like pure unbridled rage. And beats the shit out of the perpetrator

Ik this was very specific but pls do feel free to change anything up if u think it’ll make a better/funnier/more fun to write story :) thank you!!

The aggression within Tweek tweak x f!Reader platonic!

Warnings: fighting?

Im so sorry this took so long I’ve been so busy! If you don’t like feel free to re request and Il rewrite it! I don’t know if i did good or bad, i feel like it was rushed, but then again when don’t i feel like it was rushed?

Female reader | 812 words | aged up HS! | cartman being cartman 😒

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Tweek and (y/n) we’re soulmates. Well not romantically of course, but platonically. They filled in a hole for each other, (y/n) made Tweek feel at ease, and Tweek helped (y/n) be the lighthearted person she was to this day. Well, maybe not so much to this day anymore, after what happened.

(Y/n) sat with Tweek like normal, sitting with Tweek meant that she also had to sit with Craig, Clyde, Jimmy, and Tolkien. It was a little awkward being the only girl there for a while, but they quickly warmed up to her and they all became best friends, but nobody could compare to Tweek. She was his number one and he was hers.

“So Tweek, if you need help with a shift today i’d be more than happy to help!” She offered, swirling her drink with her straw as she looked up at him.

“Even if I didn’t need help I would still want you to come!” He smiled, he then looked around and saw the guys staring at him, which made him twitch and let out a “gah!”.

“I can't believe this” Craig shook his head playfully and scoffed.

“I took your man!” (Y/n) teased and wrapped her arm around Tweek making Craig roll his eyes. Like usual he flipped her off, which made her laugh.

“You can have him tomorrow, Craig. I have to go to the animal shelter anyway, I volunteered.”

“Ew, you’ll have to pick up dog shit!” Tolkien gagged, pushing away the food that he was once eating.

“At least I’ll get to play with all the dogs! They get their cages cleaned and I get to play with them, sounds like a win-win!”

The boys shook their heads in disgust, no way would they have done that.

“Are you guys done? I’ll go throw away your trays.” (Y/n) asked standing up, Tweek immediately stood up with her. “Me too”

They nodded their heads and pushed their trays towards (y/n) and Tweek, (y/n) happily picked them up and walked towards the trash can.

On the walk there, when she was talking to Tweek, she accidentally distracted him, making him bump into an all too familiar figure.

“Watch it!” the short, stubby boy squealed, looking up to see who had bumped into him. When he realized it was Tweek his frown turned into a smirk.

“Oh it’s the twitchy freak-“

(Y/n) set the trays down, oh hell no. She watched silently, giving cartman a death stare, but he never noticed. Her once smile turned into a frown as she crossed her arms.

Tweek twitched nervously “I’m- s- sorry- gah!”

“You’re s-s-s-sorry?” Cartman snickered and shoved tweek. “Fucking spit it out, you sound like a fucking baby trying to say its first word!”

Cartman was suddenly pushed back with a harsh shove. His eyes squinted in anger once again and he looked to see who pushed him, when he looked up he tilted his head in confusion.

“What the fuck is your problem (y/n)?!”

“My problem? What the fuck is your problem cartman?” (Y/n) glared at him, her niceness had fully disappeared and turned into anger. Nobody called Tweek names, especially if she could do something about it.

“Can you not take a joke? Oh! I know, you have a crush on twitchy tweek over here!”

Finally, she snapped. She grabbed one of the trays that she had set down just a moment before and pulled her arm back, when it came down, the tray harshly hit Cartman on the head.

With a thump, he fell, and giving him no time to recover at all, she jumped on top of him.

She raised her fists and brought them down on his face, she repeatedly punched, her hand was aching but she never stopped.

“Dont”

She punched again, making him bring his arms up to try and shield himself.

“Mess”

She punched through his arms, the impact was still hard enough to hurt his face.

“With him”

Instead of punching him, she grabbed both sides of his head and slammed it into the ground, not enough to injure him, but enough for it to hurt. She got up and stood over him, he rolled back in forth in agony and cried for his mother.

“Again” she brought down a brutal kick to his stomach, making him lose his breath. After that she was done, her knuckles were a bright red and her hand cramped and ached but it didn’t matter.

She turned to look at tweek, discovering that the whole cafeteria was looking at her wide-eyed. Others' mouths were opened so wide, she could have sworn their chin was on the ground.

Muttering and whispers suddenly erupted, like an unexpected volcano. Some people began to clap and others cheered for her.

“I’m sorry tweek, he just makes me so angry!” She said with a frown. “If he ever messes with you again, tell me.”

She turned to the crowd, some kids had their phones out recording her. “That goes for all of you too!” She yelled.

She smiled and turned back to tweek.

“Want to walk me to class?”

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Hiya do you have any rules or guidelines with making requests?

Just posted! Pinned post 😍

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RULES & REQUESTS

REQUESTS: OPEN!

PLEASE REQUEST 🙏🏻

RULES

describe: if you want the best work that is fit for you, you have to make the request descriptive so I can know exactly what you want good example: hi can I get a fic where Kyle and the reader confess to each other under the night sky? he tells her accidently and then she confesses back. make the reader afab and the story to have at least 500 words.

no nsfw with male or gn! reader: im already pretty hesistant with writing for males in the first place, and its because ill never really feel how it feels. so like its uncomfortable to write about something you dont really know much about, likeee i dont know how that cucumber feel iykwim

no over the top or weird kinks: im sorry but i will not write for any of that stuff, like the furthest ill go is bondage or a little bit of knife play (from eric ofc). so like piss/cnc/vomit/etc

give me at least a week before worrying about your request or submitting again: sometimes i loose motivation, get lazy, have writers block, or am just plain busy. please give me some time :)

TELL ME IF YOU DONT LIKE IT: dont be shy!! if you dont like it ill ne happy to rewrite it :)

rules subject to change

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Hey! So lately I've been thinking about Kyle x (fem) reader who is like really abusive but it's because her drinking problem and all her unhealthy relationships she's been in which Kyle finds out moments before he was about to break up with her because of her abusive behaviour and instead of breaking up he decided to try to help her somehow.

(Aged up ofc) A little fucked up idea but if you feel comfortable with writing something like that I would be grateful!

Addiction Kyle broflovski X Addicted! Reader

TW!! ALCOHOL ADDICTION

Kyle goes to confront (y/n), and finds out a terrible secret and the reason why she was so abusive.

1,100 words | afab reader | aged up characters | if you didn’t like it tell me what you didn’t like and I’ll change it for you! :)

IDK ABT THIS ONE GUYSSS I FEEL LIKE ITS RUSHED 😢

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This was it

Kyle was finally going to break up with (y/n). The bruises were too much, the insults were too much, and the excuses he would make when his roommates asked about how they were doing was too much.

He walked down the buildings hall, looking for her apt room, her roommate had moved out long ago, leaving her alone. Sadly, for him all that did was worsen the situation. He loved her, don’t get him wrong, but with every hit, insult, and bruise he found his love lowering and lowering until finally he couldn’t take it anymore.

His fast-paced walking stopped when he finally got to her door. He anxiously bit his lip, let’s hope she doesn’t make this too hard. He knocked, surprisingly loudly, the knock echoed through the hallways, but there was no answer.

“Fuck” he muttered, reaching for his pocket where he had a spare that was for situations like these. He entered the key and twisted it in before opening the door. A faint fan could be heard over the door squeak and he looked around, she’s not in the living room.

“(Y/n)?!” He yelled out. He scanned the whole dorm, there was no sight of her. What he could see though was an open notebook on her bed. Now, Kyle wasn’t the one to snoop, but this one time curiosity took the best of him. He grabbed the notebook, running his fingers along the spine as he turned to read the contents.

It just keeps getting worse, I’ve tried and tried so many times. Kyle doesn’t deserve me, he doesn’t deserve this, but i need him. There’s times i don’t remember what i did, but i could feel it.

He tilted his head and flipped the page to the next one, nothing. He then turned it to the first ever page in the notebook.

December 20th, 2021

I recently tried alcohol, and it was euphoric. It felt like for once in my life, all my worries went away. I’m thinking about making this an all time thing

March 2nd, 2022

I don’t think I’ve been a week without alcohol since i first started. The hangovers suck, but it’s all worth it.

October 31, 2022

I met this guy named Kyle, he’s amazing and I’m hoping we can maybe become a thing? I’m so excited! Currently drinking in my dorm, with my buddy Bebe.

Dec 20, 2022

I’m starting to regret this alcohol thing, it’s been a year. I cant seem to go a day without it. Me and Kyle got together, he was sweet, but I’m worried about what will happen if i keep this up, so I’m going to stop.

January 1, 2023

I cant stop. It’s keeping me awake, i can’t sleep, i can’t live without it. I cant.

January 10, 2023

I hit Kyle. I hit him and i yelled at him. It’s a hazy memory, but i remember it. I cant tell him about my problem. I don’t know.. what am i going to do.

Suddenly the door slammed open. The rattling of hung photos could be heard all the way from the room. Kyle quickly shut the notebook and went to the closet, leaving a little peak in the door to see.

(Y/n) was seen stumbling, a red cup in her hand. She was giggling to herself, but then the giggling turned into crying out of nowhere. “FUCK!”

She punched the wall, upset about something. But Kyle wouldn’t let her hurt herself, not now that he knows. Kyle quickly stepped out of the closet, making his presence known.

"(Y/n)!" Kyle called out firmly, his voice cutting through the air. "Stop!"

Startled, (Y/n) turned towards Kyle, her eyes widening in surprise and anger. She held the red cup tightly in her hand, her knuckles turning white.

"What are you doing here?" she snapped, her voice filled with frustration.

"I came to talk to you, but I found your notebook instead," Kyle replied, holding it up slightly. "I didn't mean to invade your privacy, but what I read... it worries me, (Y/n)."

A mix of emotions crossed (Y/n)'s face—confusion, betrayal, and anger. She took a step forward, her hand trembling.

"You had no right to read that!" she shouted, her voice cracking with emotion. "Get out of here!"

Kyle stood his ground, concern etched on his face. "I'm sorry, (Y/n), but I had to know what was going on. I care about you, and I can't stand by while you're hurting yourself and our relationship."

With a sudden surge of anger, (Y/n) raised her hand, preparing to strike Kyle. But before she could make contact, he swiftly caught her hand mid-air, his grip firm yet gentle.

"No!" Kyle said firmly, his voice laced with determination. "I won't let you hurt yourself or anyone else. We need to talk about this, (Y/n)."

(Y/n) struggled against his grip, her anger momentarily replaced by shock. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she slumped, her defiance fading away as a wave of sorrow washed over her.

"Why... why are you still here?" she sobbed, her voice filled with anguish. "After everything, why won't you just leave?! You don’t deserve this.”

Kyle's expression softened, and he released his grip on (Y/n)'s hand. He stepped closer, wrapping his arms around her as she continued to sob. The anger had dissipated, replaced by a deep sorrow that tore at his heart.

"Because I love you, (Y/n)," he whispered, his voice full of compassion. "I won't abandon you, even when it's difficult. We need to face this together, no matter how hard it may be."

As Kyle held her, (Y/n) collapsed into his embrace, her sobs becoming more subdued. She clung to him, seeking solace and finding a glimmer of hope amidst the pain.

Kyle held (Y/n) tightly, providing a comforting presence in that moment of vulnerability. He gently stroked her hair, offering silent support as they stood in the middle of the room. The weight of their struggles, the bruises and insults, the addiction that had taken hold—it all hung heavy in the air.

"I'm so sorry, Kyle," (Y/n) finally managed to say between her sobs. "I never wanted it to be like this. I never wanted to hurt you."

Kyle continued to hold her, his voice filled with empathy. "I know you didn't, (Y/n). Addiction is a powerful force, and it changes people. But we can't let it define our relationship. We have to fight it together."

(Y/n) looked up at Kyle, her tear-streaked face showing a mix of gratitude and despair. "I've tried so many times to stop, but I can't do it alone. I need help."

"And you'll have it," Kyle assured her, determination evident in his voice. "We'll find the support you need, whether it's therapy, rehab, or whatever it takes. We'll face this battle together, (Y/n), and come out stronger on the other side."

In that moment, amidst the pain and uncertainty, they found solace in each other's embrace.

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HI i am crossed hair bleach request anon just wanted to let u know I love love love ur writing and enjoyed the fic sm thank u so much!!

Oh my god this makes me so happy! I’m glad you enjoyed it i was worried haha 😂

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Can I get a fic of Stan and reader (college age, gn pronouns) bleaching their hair together while zooted and/or drunk? Could be platonic or with some romantic undertones, either’s cool! I just like the concept of bleached hair stan :] Thank u!!

THIS WAS SUCH A GOOD IDEA OMG

Blonde Bonding Stan Marsh X Reader

Where the two of you bond while your cross faded and bleaching y’all’s hair.

Not anything TOO romantic, just some romantic undertones

Gn! Reader | Characters are all 20 | 667 words! | like always, if you have a request send it my way! 😘

Anon, if you don’t like it tell me what i did wrong and I’ll be happy to fix! :)

Stan Marsh was known for his wild adventures, but tonight's would be unlike anything he had ever experienced before. It was a lively Friday evening, and he had invited you to join him in a slightly weird bonding activity: bleaching their hair while being delightfully drunk and stoned.

The two of you sat cross-legged on Stan's bedroom floor, surrounded by hair products and an impressive collection of half-empty bottles of alcohol. Laughter filled the room as you passed a bottle of vodka back and forth, the haze of intoxication adding to the fun.

"Okay, dude," Stan slurred, taking a swig from the bottle before bursting into giggles. "We gotta be careful with this bleach stuff. Can't have my hair looking like Kenny’s parka.”

You joined in his laughter, your inhibitions fading away with every sip. The room spun with a dizzying joy, and you found yourself captivated by Stan's infectious laughter and carefree demeanor. The alcohol lifted the barriers that had kept your feelings hidden, allowing them to surface.

"Don't worry, Stan. We got this. We're the most epic hair-bleaching duo ever," you slurred, your words laced with playfulness.

With somewhat unsteady hands, you began to section your hair, while Stan struggled to read the instructions on the bleach bottle. Amidst laughter, you managed to mix the bleach and developer, though the measurements were far from precise. But in that moment, precision mattered little.

As you looked at Stan, his cheeks flushed with a rosy glow, a sense of enchantment filled the dimmed room. It felt like a stolen moment in time, meant for something more.

"Okay, let's do this!" Stan exclaimed, dipping the brush into the bleach and applying it to his hair with exaggerated strokes. His movements were clumsy, bringing even more laughter from both of you. You followed his movements, your laughter blending with his, creating a symphony of joy.

As you continued to apply the bleach, the room swayed in sync with your cross-faded state. Accidental brushes of fingers sent tingles through your bodies, and the proximity between you seemed charged with unspoken connection.

"Hey, Stan," you slurred, your voice tinged with vulnerability. "I'm glad we're doing this together. It feels... special, you know?"

Stan's eyes met yours, shimmering with tipsiness and something more. His words slurred slightly as he replied, "Yeah, it's... it's something, isn't it? Like... like we're unveiling a different side of ourselves, just for tonight."

The world blurred around you as you shared that moment, before you coughed awkwardly and looked at the time. “Oh! Cmon it’s time!”

You guys rinsed out the bleach in the kitchen before heading to the bathroom.

With a mix of anticipation and excitement, you made your way to the mirror, eager to see the results of your impulsive hair-bleaching idea. The room buzzed with nervous energy as you stood side by side, your reflections staring back at you.

As you turned to face the mirror, a gasp escaped your lips. Your hair had transformed into a vibrant, almost ethereal shade. The bleach had worked its magic, leaving you with a head full of dazzling light strands. It was a drastic change, and you couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement.

Beside you, Stan's eyes widened in amazement as he took in his own reflection. His once dark locks now radiated a striking brightness, contrasting against his tanned skin. A wide grin spread across his face, revealing his delight and awe at the transformation.

"Dude, we look... we look freaking awesome!" Stan exclaimed, his voice filled with genuine excitement. "I mean, seriously, look at us! We're like rock stars or something!"

You laughed, the sound bubbling up from deep within you. He was right – the sight of your bleach-blonde hair was undeniably cool and rebellious. It was as if you both had unlocked a new level of confidence, embracing a side of yourselves that had been waiting to break free.

“Now, how about we smoke the rest of that joint?”

“Hell yeah”

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Moonlit Confessions Kyle Broflovski X Reader

In the small mountain town of South Park, (y/n) musters the courage to confess her feelings to her longtime friend Kyle, sneaking out to his window under the moonlit night.

Like always, if you have a request PLEASE SEND IT. 💋

This was it.

Today was the day that she would finally confess her feelings to Kyle.

Was she nervous? Yes, but what good would it do to just keep her feelings bottled when she sees him every single DAY? none.

(y/n) took a final glance at herself in the mirror before taking a deep breath and heading towards the window. The moon and the stars of the night cast a small light over the small mountain town, and the snow covered the ground like a fuzzy blanket. A chilly breeze entered her room as she opened the window, careful not to make a sound and risk waking her parents. Lord only knows what her parents would do if they found out.

Her room was on the first floor so it wasn't hard to hop out. Her heavy boots hit the snow-plastered ground softly, a small crunch could be heard. Once she was out she turned back around and gently shut the window, no turning back now.

She quickly walked to the house next door and looked up to the window of Kyle's room. She could see a brisk shadow walking across. It was going to be difficult to climb this, but oh well, she could complain later.

She climbed onto a large trashcan, then onto the roof of the porch, and finally to kyles window. After gaining her breath back she cupped her hands on the sides of her eyes and looked inside, oh shit.

He was changing.

Currently, all he had on was his underwear and he was putting on some gray sweatpants. She looked, dumbfounded and she couldn't help but look at his thin figure. He had a very toned stomach for someone his size and (y/n) could tell that basketball helped, alot.

Finally, she regained her composure and awkwardly cleared her throat before lightly knocking on the window. She waited a few moments, and to her dismay, he didn't notice. She scoffed and tried again, this time louder, and this time he noticed. He squinted his eyes a little before realizing who it was and widening his eyes. He quickly looked around before walking up to the window and opening it.

“(Y/n)?! What– what are you doing?!” he whispers in a panic.

“I want to show you something..” she replied casually, as if sneaking out at night to somebody's window was a normal daily occurrence, but in south park, it wasn't a surprise. It was like the time Kyle snuck to Cartman's window to make him a freckled ginger.

She gestured for him to follow her outside but he just stood there dumbfounded.

“What do you need to show me at 11 pm at night?!”

She sighed and pressed her hand to her head, stressed.

“Kyle, just- please?!”

He leaned his head back and sighed. “Let me put on a shirt real quick”

She blushed as she realized he was still shirtless and let out a little chuckle. He turned and picked up a black tee and his hoodie and put them on.

“Ready?”

“If I get caught I'm saying you kidnapped me”

(y/n) laughed as they made their way back down. her nerves were STABBING at her, maybe she should just say she was joking and turn back? No, she didn't want to feel tortured anymore.

She lead him to an unoccupied house across the street and motioned for him to follow her up on the roof.

“The roof?! (Y/n) you’re crazy sometimes”

She just smiled and shrugged.

“Help me get up to the porch roof, there’s no trash cans.”

“Then how will I get up there?”

“With your long ass fucking legs, now help!”

He shook his head and held out his hands for (y/n) to step onto, she stepped up and then he gave her a lift, which by the way was so powerful it almost made her hit the wall of the house.

“Goddamn Kyle, you should be a cheerleader” (y/n) says while waiting for him on the side. She watched him use a fence to climb up, and slowly but surely he made it. Once he was up there he was out of breath and sat down with his hands on his knees, he looked at (y/n) and playfully scoffed. “If you become one, sure”

She laughed in disbelief, her, a cheerleader?! She was too busy with softball/volleyball (take your PICK) for that, not to mention they were both in the same season so she couldn’t really play, it wasn’t like she was going to give up her sport just so she could yell and cheer on other sports.

“Yeahhh, hard pass” she said before stepping on the top of a window seal and climbing the rest of the way up to the 2nd story roof, she looked down to see Kyle getting up.

“Jesussss, your so slowww” she whined, making herself comfortable on the roof and sitting down.

“And your slow-headed so i guess we’re even.” He smugly replied back, also climbing on the window seal and hopping up to the top of the roof. When he got up there he sat next to (y/n) and then she laid down. Her back was met with some snow that was left on the roof from the snow storm earlier today and it made her shiver a little. He looked confused but he also followed her actions, laying down on his back with his eyes pointed towards the sky.

“I have always loved the moon-“ Kyle looked to (y/n) while she looked up, he kept staring as she continued to speak “i find it.. relatable sometimes. I know that sounds weird, but it’s true.” She took a deep breath and looked at Kyle, their eyes meeting. “It’s because the moon is always present, but never fully revealed, but Kyle i don’t want my feelings to be like the moon anymore.”

He tilted his head in confusion as she went back to staring at the sky. With one more final deep breath, she let it out.

“I like you Kyle, I’ve always liked you ever since your dumb self approached me at the bus stop that one day. For the 8 years I’ve been your friend I’ve watched girls and girls who don’t even deserve you pass you up like some garbage! I don’t see how they could do that because i dreamed every night that one day I’d be with you, holding you in my arms-“ she laughed, “now I’m just getting creepy”

Kyle sat there, dumb founded, he turned his head back and too, looked at the stars.

“Please say something.” She whispered.

“(Y/n), me and Heidi are talking right now..” he said lowly and her whole world shattered. Fuck.

“Just kidding” he quickly said, making a HUGE scowl come on your face.

“You are so not funny” she shook her head as he laughed loudly, his red curls bounced with his rythm. God he was perfect.

His laughing stopped and he began to speak, “(y/n) i like you too”

Her head quickly turned to meet his eyes and a huge smile spread across her face. “What did you say?”

“I. Like. You. Too.” He then scooted closer to her, now on his knees before settling into a criss cross, she followed him and too sat, now their knees were touching. She looked into his glimmery green eyes and he looked to hers. “I have loved you for so long, I just didn’t think you would love me back.” He said.

“Love?”

“O-oh i mean if- if you don’t wan-“ he got interrupted as she gently grabbed his head and leaned in, their lips meeting. Kyle instantly melted into the kiss, taking her waist into his large hands.

Their passionate kiss quickly turned into a makeout session and he moved his hands to her hips, pulling her in closer. There wasn’t an inch of either of them that wasn’t on the other. He parted from the kiss and slowly pushed on her torso, making her lay down on her back. He climbed in between her legs and began to kiss her again, his elbows supported his weight, careful not to crush her.

Once they parted she smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck, he rolled over and now she was on top of him. He decided this was the best way they could cuddle so he wouldn’t crush her small frame.

“I love you Kyle”

“I love you too, (y/n)”

[behindthescenesoftaylor]

Please tell me why at first i thought pc! Stood for like pc principal? Like they would act all like him and shit… fuck this SHIT

[behindthescenesoftaylor]

You might be a girl, but you’re my girl.

Cartman X Reader

Summary: you and cartman have a secret relationship and he has a weird way of trying to hide it.

600 words

Here we were again.

You sat down with the girls, a lunch tray sitting infront of you. Today you were being served sloppy joes, but you didn’t eat that, just the delicious fruit served on the side.

From the side of your eye, you could see the boys, Stan, Kenny, Kyle, butters. Eric.

You but your lip anxiously while side-eyeing him. Right now he was going on about something, something you couldn’t hear because of all the chatter around you.

You looked back down at the sloppy-joes that sat untouched, i mean, it shouldn’t go to waste

Eric stopped his normal ranting when he saw you approaching, a light blush settling on his chubby cheeks. We're you about to expose you guys?! What would the boys say, what would they think of him- suddenly a plate was gently placed onto the table infront of him.

“Here, cartman, I’m not eating it so i figured you would want it!”

His normal smirk dropped into a line. He was trying his best to look like his annoyed, normal self.

“You sure he needs more?” Kyle snickered, a few other laughs erupted.

“AYE.” Cartman yelled, looking from the tray to the ginger boy.

You awkwardly pursed your lips and rocked back and forth on your feet.

“Are you sure you didn’t plant any of your girl-cooties in this?” He questioned, a small, fake laugh erupting from his throat. Though, despite his fake play he was putting on for the boys, he couldn’t help but look up to you, still a light blush on his cheeks.

“Cooties aren’t real, Eric.” You crossed your arms. Oh shit- you called him Eric. “I- i mean cartman.” You coughed.

“Of course a girl would say that.” He teased.

“Look, do you want the sloppy Joe or not!?” You asked, fed up.

He just scoffed and slid the tray further towards him. With that you smiled and walked back to the girls table, a couple of confused faces meeting you.

—

After the bell you began to walk towards class when a meaty arm pulled you inside of the janitors closet.

“That was very reckless of you, we could of got caught!” Cartman freaked, his hand still gripping your arm, but not enough to hurt.

“I just gave you a sandwich, cartman” you smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck. You then smiled, deciding to tease him to get revenge from earlier. You leaned into a kiss before quickly pulling back before your lips could meet.

“Oh wait- i have cooties! I cant kiss you!” You dramatically gasped, the back of your hand touched your forehead and you made that dramatic motion that people make. “I’m so sorry for touching you with my cooties!”

“Babbeeeee” he whined, sloppily grabbing onto your waist. You tried to pull back but his grip got tighter, he backed you up onto the wall before kissing your exposed neck. Let’s just say your v line was helping very much.

“Eric- we can’t- i don’t want to spread my cooties!” You said, your lips turning upwards into a small smile. He continued to kiss upwards, a kis on your neck, jawline, cheek, and then he stopped right before the lips.

“You might be a disgusting girl, but you're my disgusting girl.” He muttered, before finally connecting his needy lips with yours. One hand was on your waist and the other was tangled up with your hair as you both continued with the passionate makeout session.

Suddenly the door rattled and quickly opened. The two of you quickly disconnected, drool was still connecting you two though.

Kyle stood there with a shocked expression, his mouth agape.

“What- the fuck.”

[behindthescenesoftaylor]

The Person I Used To Be.(Kyle x reader)

(I did not proofread this or edit because I’m lazy so if there is any mistakes or things that seem weird, tell me. Also if you have any tips or requests send those my way PLEASE.

Warning: This story contains mature themes including drug use, self-harm, and underage drinking. Reader discretion is advised. It may be triggering for some individuals.

(Characters are 17, this was based off deftone’s- Change.)

After (y/n)’s mom dies from an overdose, (y/n) finds herself lost in drug and alcohol. Kyle is concerned with this, she’s changed, she’s not the person she used to be

Kyle stood there against the wall with his arms crossed, an unpleasant feeling settling deep in his stomach. he was looking at (y/n), she was surrounded by people, younger and older. They cheered for her as she took another shot, the burn making her flinch but oh how she loved the feeling.

“Yes (y/n)!!!”

“Atta girl!”

“Get it hottie!”

She slammed the glass back onto the table and put her arms up in unison. The now empty glass was put aside as the 12th graders pulled out pill bottles and blade. The people around her started cheering once again.

“Hey! Does anybody have a bill?” A 10th grader asked and Kyle could see (y/n) getting out a single 5$ bill. They boy put the pills onto the table and began to crush them before formatting them into multiple single lines.

“I get to go first, since i won the shot contest!” (Y/n) slurred, a fat smile spreading onto her lips. Kyle hated the way the other boys looked at her, as if she was just an object. (Y/n) took the bill and rolled it up before placing it at the beginning of the line and sniffing all the way down. She took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, feeling the adrenaline.

“Fuck that was hot” a boy said, others nodding in agreement. Kyle furrowed his eyebrows in a silent anger, a flashback coming to him.

(Y/n) and Kyle sat in the waiting room, his hand was over her thigh as she chewed on her nail nervously. Her mother had been admitted after she found her on the floor, pill bottles in her hand. Tears leaked down her face as Kyle tried to comfort her, to his disappointment, it wasn’t working.

“Fuck, Kyle she told me she quit! She- she told me she was sober?! This is all my fault- it’s all my fault, i should have looked m-“

Her talking stopped as the doctor walked out of the door, his hands to his side. (Y/n) immediately stood up and rushed to the doctor.

“How is she? Is she okay?” She questioned. The doctor stood there with a frown for a second, the words leaving his mouth as soon as he saw the little girl, alone, sobbing.

“IS SHE OKAY?” She repeated frantically

“Ms. (L/n), I’m sorry to say this-“ the world went silent as he said the words, her hand flew over her mouth in shock as she back upped in disbelief until she couldn’t no more, hitting the wall. She slid down, and Kyle walked to her, sitting beside her and wrapping her in a huge hug as she sobbed and sobbed. Her cries echoing, leaving the day feeling empty for everyone who could hear.

Kyle shook his head, leaving his thoughts as a the song changed. (Grind on me by pretty ricky) He looked back and saw (y/n) getting up with Clyde . They went to the middle of the floor and started to dance, she turned with her back facing the clydes front and began to rub against him. (Y/n) was too high from the drugs and too drunk to process what she was doing, she was just caught in the moment. She tuned back around and Clyde began to kiss her neck as she continued to sway her hips.

Kyle freaked at this, this was his last straw, you were way to under the influence for this. He marched up to you and grabbed you by your arm roughly, pulling you away from Clyde and outside into his car. “Ow Kyle, what the fuck?!”

“Your coming to my house until this shit wears of (y/n), this is so irresponsible of you, I’m disappointed.” He says, quickly buckling in his seatbelt and starting the car.

“Dissapointed? Okay mother” she said back. Kyles head tuned back and forth as his eyes focused on the road infront of him. The ride to his house was short, taking less than 3 minutes to get there, and as soon as they parked Kyle was out of the door pulling (y/n) along with him.

Her footings were stumbled and she struggled to walk without tripping, Kyle had to hold her up for her to actually get in his house, unharmed. He was lucky that his family wasn’t home, they were currently in another state, for ikes hockey tournament.

They reached the living room before she lost her footing and she fell, hitting her head on the couch and her arm on the table.

“Goddammit, (y/n) are you okay?” Kyle questioned.

(y/n) got up and began to spin around, a feeling of bliss enlightening her. “I’m amazing Kyle! It’s so calming.”

Kyle shook his head and took her by the arm again, they got to the kitchen and suddenly, he picked her up.

“Wee!” (Y/n) said, it might just have been a couple feet but to her it felt like she was flying, the effects of the cross fade getting to her. Kyle placed her on the counter, making sure she was steady, and he hurriedly got the first aid kit, hoping she wouldn’t fall in the meantime.

Once he got it he went back and set it down beside her. She sat there looking into the distance, smiling. Kyle opened the box, took out the alchohol, and light pored it onto a cotton ball. His hands gently held her face as he bagan to dab it on the cut from the fall.

He then placed a bandaid on it, but unlike before, this time she gripped his arm. Her hands venturing up until she reached his cheek, Kyle sat there staring into her eyes. She spreads her legs, giving him room to stand between and pulled him in close, but before their lips could meet, he pulled away.

“Your drunk, (y/n)” he turned away, staring to the floor.

“So? I’m also high of coke, what about it?”

“Are you serious right now (y/n)?! What about it?!”

By this point Kyle was straight on yelling, his emotions getting the better of him.

“Your such a fucking party pooper kyle!” She hopped off the counter and began to walk out of the door, with the intention of going back to the party. She was not in the mood to deal with this.

He pulled her by her sleeve away from the door and took her to the bathroom, blocking the exit, she wasn’t going to get away this time.

“Party?! (Y/n) all that was, was a drug fest! You know it and i know it.”

“Kyle move!” She yelled trying to push him out of the way. He just shook his head no, refusing to let her out until she composed herself.

“Fine if i can’t go to the party, I’ll bring the party to me.” (Y/n) exclaimed as she slammed open the medicine cabinet and pulled out a random bottle. Kyle quickly grabbed her and pinned her to the ground, ripping the bottle out of her hand.

“(Y/n) are you serious? What the fuck is wrong with you?!” He yeld, holding her down. She struggled against him and tried to pry herself from his hands.

“Kyle i need it, I need it Please” she begged, longing for the feeling of the pills. “Please ky”

“(Y/n) don’t you see, this is how your mom died, i don’t want that to happen to you!!”

“Ky, it numbs me, all the pain leaves and even if just for a few hours! I don’t want to feel anymore pain, please Kyle, please.” She began to sob, her chest bouncing against him. He picked her up bridal style when she went limp, carrying her to his bed as she continued to cry.

“Shh” he said while setting her down under the covers and laying next to her, he took her smaller figure into his arms and wrapped tight as she just stared at the wall. Soon after, she fell asleep.

—

The next day she awoke still in his arms, hearing little snouts pouring out of his mouth. The headache from the hangover began as she moaned loudly and rolled out of the bed, away from his arms.

Kyle woke up, confused, seeing her on the ground holding her head. He realized that she was probably hungover, so he got up and got some medicine for her and placed it next to the water he placed on the table.

“Here” he said gently, his smooth voice making her heart flutter. She slowly grabbed the pills and the water and gulped them down, she then slid to sit against the wall with her knees to her chest, leaving an awkward silence around the room.

“So last night was eventful, I’m guessing” she said. She couldn’t really remember anything, just Kyle taking her here.

“(Y/n), this needs to stop. It’s unhealthy and dangerous.” He declared, looking at her from the bed. “It’s changing you.”

“Changing me? How? Because i don’t give a fuck now?!” She said, her voice slowly rising. He let out a sigh and ran his hands through his hair.

“People aren’t Supposed to feel numb, (y/n), that’s why the drugs are fucking illegal. You dyed your hair, got piercings, and your attitude has just changed! You’re doing the one thing you promised you wouldn’t ever do!”

“well people fucking change Kyle!” She yelled angrily, a scowl on her face.

“Not like this (y/n)! Your changing too much and unnaturally!! Your not the person i used to love anymore.”

Her angry facial expression immediately left, he used to love her? He got up from the bed and raced out of the room. “Kyle- Kyle wait!”

He ignored her and grabbed his keys, rushing inside his car. The car began to back up as she exited the house, leaving her there by herself, with the thought of him saying he used to love her, alone.

[behindthescenesoftaylor]

Cartman head-cannon! (Listening to Tyler, the creator in front of him)

At first you play one of his newer songs, which would most likely be Sweet/I Thought You Wanted To Dance

Cartman would be like “(y/n), wtf is this shit?”

He’d probably call it gay

Then you would play an old tyler song

Cartman would enjoy it because he thinks this is more “manly”

I could imagine him rocking out to “Radicals” and literally singing the chorus “Kill people, Burn shit, FUCK SCHOOL”

After that song you turn it back to one of the softer ones and he starts whining again.

“(Y/nnnnn) this is so gayyyy”

Feel like his fave song would be ifhy because that’s literally the relationship he has with you aka POSSESSIVE

He would also probably love the soft songs, he just wouldn’t admit it in front of you

You walk in on him singing itywtd, never let him live it down

“WHAT MAKES YOU THI-“ “Cartman?” “FUCK”