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Love on Earth, Ep 1.

Hi! This is a little something i’ve been working on recently, idk whether or not to continue it but i like it so far.

also my first post on here. I’m hoping sending my stuff out into the aether will inspire me to write more. we’ll see ig

anyway this is 3836 words written as podcast transcript!

hope you enjoy :)))))

The following is a transcript of the Love on Earth podcast, directed by Marcus Klien and hosted by Jane Rudolph. In this episode, Rudolph interviews two “star-crossed” lovers from New York, now in their old age, on how their lives intertwined.

“Let's start with when you first met her.”

“I’d met her for the first time on the 3rd of December, 1962, shuffling down a quiet sidewalk in Manhattan as dark clouds, promising to bring intense flurries, loomed overhead. She had been bundled in an easter yellow trench coat, with a matching hat, and white silk gloves. Her stockings, originally white, had been splattered with gray and brown from the icy sludge on the sidewalks. She walked faster as the clouds moved to block the sun, covering the streets in blue darkness. I love watching storms from my apartment window. There's something so relaxing about it, knowing that outside was dangerous but that I’m safe inside. I’ve loved it since I was a little boy. So, as flurries began to fall from the sky, and my building began to sway in the wind, I watched the woman huddle at a bus stop. The streets were empty, and the buses had stopped running in preparation for the storm. The paper had been warning of this great blizzard since last week, how could someone be so stupid? But as the snowfall became heavier and heavier, the woman didn't leave her spot. I realized that she’d freeze to death if she stayed out there much longer, so I grabbed my coat and scarf from my coat hanger. I remember how I ran down those stairs. Hell, I probably started skipping steps, but I didn't want to risk this woman in yellow losing her fingers. I don't really remember crossing the street to get to her, it was just a white snowy blur, but I do remember following the vibrant yellow of her jacket, like a beacon calling out to me. When I reached her, it was like time had gone into slow motion. She looked up at me with crystal blue eyes, lips, and cheeks bright red from the chill, making her freckles pop out. Red hair was neatly bobbed around her shoulders as her lips parted. I knew then that she was the most beautiful girl I'd ever see.”

“What happened that night?”

“Oh, why it was so long ago that the memories are now a bit foggy, but I remember bringing her up to that little apartment. At the time I was in my 3rd year of college, so it was the cheapest apartment I could find without needing a roommate. See as a youngster I had quite a bit of… Uhhh what do you call it today… oh yes, social anxiety. People just made me nervous, you know? Of course, it's not like this stopped me from having friends or going out, I just… liked my space. But because of this, I only had a studio apartment. So, as we got inside, I realized that I had forgotten to introduce myself. I told her my name, and she gave me the strangest look as she said ‘Isn't that a girl's name?’ and I was taken aback because… Charlie? A girl's name? I mean I know some girls these days are named Charlie but back then… Well, I'd never met a woman named Charlie. But I was so nervous that I just… Nodded. She was the last person I introduced myself to as Charlie. From then on I started going by Charles, I didn't need people thinking I was girly. She introduced herself as Millicent as she looked around the house. She opened her mouth to say something else, but a gust of wind shook the rickety window. She snapped her head towards the noise and walked towards the window. It was then that I realized I had forgotten to ask her to take her shoes off as she tracked filth across my floor, and onto my rug, as she looked out to the streets below. My pals all just… knew to take off their shoes, so I didn't know how to tell someone to take them off, or if it was even polite too. So instead, I watched her ground even more dirt into my shag carpet. Her face reflected off the glass, brows furrowed. She then turned to me and asked if I had a radio. I nodded, taking off my shoes as I walked to my kitchen to grab my little radio. As I set it on my coffee table, Millie was taking off her shoes. I asked her what to tune it to, and she said, ‘Whatever will tell me what's going on with this storm.’ so I did, KWO35 I believe it was. And so we sat and listened.

The man on the radio said that the storm was predicted to last the next four days, with little letting up. The governor put a shelter-in-place order and closed all public transportation until the storm let up. I asked her how far she lived, and she said farther than she could walk. She then asked me if there were any hotels nearby as she gathered her hat and bag. I looked at the clock, and back at her, telling her the nearest hotel was a good 15-minute walk, and that it was very late and very cold. Looking back now, I'm sure that was one of the coldest weeks in New York's history. She dipped her head, looking at her feet, before looking back at me, beautiful blue eyes boring into me. Oh, how lovely her eyes were. They sparkled in any speck of light. So full of innocence and love… but regardless, I told her that she should just stay at my apartment until the bus lines were back up. Her face flushed. ‘I don't know if that’s a good idea…’ she mumbled to me. I was speechless. Once again I was just some dorky college kid, I wasn't really good with girls. Let alone pretty ones looking all soft and sweet in my apartment, you know? But, I tried my best to make her feel comfortable. I told her that I'd sleep on the couch so she could take my bed. She refused, saying she’d just walk to the hotel. She made her way towards the door, grabbing her hat off the hat hanger, and buckling her shoes. I looked outside, to the snow furiously dropping, and then back to her. She would have died if she had tried to walk to that hotel. I knew that, she should have known that. I lunged and grabbed her hand as she screamed, tears welling up in her eyes. I was… panicked, to say the least. I didn’t mean to scare her, honest. I just didn't want a pretty girl getting hurt. But, I let her go. She grabbed her coat and walked out the door. I stood there and listened as the clicks of her heels echoed down the hallway. I don't really remember what happened after that, but I do remember that about 10 minutes later, there was a knock on the door. At that point, I was in just a robe, since I was getting ready for bed. I looked through the peephole, only to see Millicent standing there again, face red and hair dusted with melted snowflakes. I fumbled with the lock and threw the door open. Her shoes were brown and muddied, her stockings damp, and her makeup smudged.

“I couldn’t make it to the hotel…” she said, wiping her hands on her coat. I smiled and opened the door, stepping aside to let her in. The poor thing was shivering as she took off her shoes and stockings. She left them in a pile by the door as I went to grab her some warm water. When I returned, she had my ratty throw blanket huddled around her. I took it from her as I handed her the water. She looked at me confused as I walked to my room. I grabbed my best blanket from my bed, replacing it with the other one. I brought the new blanket back to her and I wrapped it around her shivering form. I gently took the hat off her head and hung it on the hat hanger. That night, she fell asleep on my couch while I was in the shower. I took the liberty of moving her to my bed, and I slept on the couch.”

“That's quite sweet, how long was she at your house for?”

“She was there for two nights. We were trapped inside because of the storm, and it just refused to let up. I had assumed that after the blizzard had stopped she would have gone to the hotel, but I was pleasantly surprised when she didn't bring it up. I cooked for us while she sat on the couch sketching the most beautiful couture pieces. So talented. She continued to take the bed, much to her annoyance. She didn't want to ‘intrude’ on me. Of course, I was more than happy to have her company. I'm typically a loner, but… oh how I adored having her with me. Those dinners I had with her, the conversations… ah it was lovely. But regardless. All things good need to come to an end, and soon, the radio announced the opening of bus lines, and she was on her way.

“So when did you first meet him?”

“The first time? Well the first time I had met Charlie, I'd been working my job as a waitress down at Barnaby’s. I'd been in high school working that job to make some spare change. Movie money you know? It paid ok, and people tipped well. He was seated in my section during the summer of… 59’ I believe, and I don't remember much, but what I do remember is that he called me Bear. Now at the time, I was very confused, but I later learned from him that he didn't mean it as in the animal, he meant it as in the berry. Like strawberries. Oh yes of course I had been called strawberry before, what ginger hasn't, but, Bear… that was new.

But you're asking about The Blizzard of 62’ right? Yes, yes, of course. I swear I'll never hear the end of it. It was my sophomore year of college, I was working to get my degree in fashion design. I'd recently been lucky enough to get an internship at Stein & Brickley, a very popular fashion label at the time. I don't believe they're still around. Such a shame. But still, I had been on my way home from my first day of work. They had kept me later than I was supposed to be there, on account of the blizzard, but I assumed that I'd be able to make it to the bus stop before they stopped for the night. Unfortunately, around halfway to the bus stop, I realized that I had left my keys at the studio. So, I ran back. In the process, I ruined my tights. Such a shame too, they were a gift from my mother. But regardless, I grabbed the keys and then went back to the bus stop. But as I was speeding there, I felt a gust of wind hit my back. I looked at the sky behind me, and it felt like the heavens were closing in on me. It's probably one of the scariest things I've ever seen to this day. So I began running, but unfortunately, my work heels didn't allow me to run very fast. Soon snow began to fall around me, and as I reached the bus stop, it was an all-out blizzard. I looked at the clock inside the stop, then looked outside. not a headlight to be seen, the streets of new york, for the first time in my life, were empty. I've never seen them that empty since. I felt like a fool. I'd known of the storm, but I didn't have the confidence to tell them I needed to leave so I didn't miss the bus. So there I sat as the sun set and the temperature dropped. Tears welled in my eyes as I realized, “Oh dear, I'll be stuck here all night.” It's not like I could walk at the time either, my apartment was in Queens.

Then, I saw a figure in the shadows of the blizzard. He looked like a mirage, a ghost. Ha, at the time, I had assumed that death had finally come to take me. But no, instead I was met by the kindest brown eyes I had ever seen. Sure, he looked like a complete fashion catastrophe with his striped scarf and his red coat, all over green plaid night pants, but I really didn't care much about the fashion sense of my hero as much as I cared about getting out of there. He reached his hand towards me, and I took it in mine, and through my satin glove, I could feel the warmth of his hand. He smiled at me, and I knew that I had come across the kindest man I'd ever meet.”

“And then what happened?”

“Well, he brought me into his apartment. It was much nicer than my place, and we stood in a beat of silence before he introduced himself, and, oh my brain must have been frozen because I heard him say Molly! And so of course I was like, “Molly? Isn't that a girl's name?” He looked a bit miffed, his cheeks puffing out, but honestly I found it a bit endearing. Regardless, the howling wind drew me towards the window, and as I looked out, in the reflection of the glass I could see Charlie looking at me. It was then I realized that I was in a man's apartment, no, a stranger's apartment with no way out in the middle of a storm… completely trapped. Not only that, I didn't know how long I'd be stuck there. My mother always told me to be careful around men, and when alone with one always keep the door open. I was also instructed to never anger them or seduce them, as that is when they get the most dangerous. I turned to him and asked if he had a radio, while also scanning his body for danger. It was then I noticed that he had his shoes off and that I had tracked sludge across his floor. So as he went to grab his radio, I quickly slipped my shoes off and sat on the couch. He asked me what to tune it to, and I kept my head down and told him that anything that had the weather would work. The radio hissed and buzzed as he cranked the little dial. It cut in and out, but I was able to grasp “Blizzard of the Century” and “3 Nights.” “doozy for the bus lines.” My heart sank as I looked back outside to the gusting winds. The last place I wanted to be was stuck in a stranger's apartment for a weekend, so I cycled through my options. Busses? Closed. Taxis? Not in service and if they were they'd be insanely expensive. Obviously, I couldn’t have walked home. Book a hotel? Well, actually that would work, but at the time I didn't know what hotels were nearby. So I asked, and he seemed rather against letting me leave his apartment, which made me nervous. Had I walked into a serial killer's house without realizing it? So I insisted, and finally, he told me that the nearest hotel, The Marley, was 15 minutes away, and then he repeated that I wouldn't be able to make it. I scoffed because, of course, he would say that if he was trying to kidnap me. So out the door, I went into the cold. Unfortunately, I had… miscalculated how cold it truly was. Now have you ever been outside in a blizzard?”

“No, I haven't.”

“Oh then let me explain. Blizzards aren't just snow, they're also ice and strong wind. And in New York, the wind is cut into channels by the buildings, making it even worse. So when you combine snow, which is ultimately solid water, and sometimes hail with wind… well it basically throws projectiles at your face. It felt like my skin was being sliced up by the snow. Worse, the wind was blowing towards me, so I was fighting with icy ground, the wind, and the biting snow. I made it five minutes out before looking down and seeing my shoes browned with sludge. At that point, I looked ahead, seeing no sign of a hotel, and decided to eat my pride and turn around before I turned into a popsicle. So I trudged back to Charlie's place. The elevator man recognized me from earlier and let me up. I sighed and knocked on Charlie's door. I heard shuffling, and then rattling as the door unlocked, revealing Charlie in a white fluffy robe. I held back a laugh as he gestured for me to come in. “I couldn't make it to the hotel,” I mumbled, taking off my shoes. Shivering, I sat on the couch, waiting to be lambasted for my stupidity. Instead, he left the room. I took a worn blanket from the couch and wrapped it around myself to stop the shivering as he returned with a cup of warm water. He looked at me for a second and took the blanket from my shoulders before disappearing into his room. He then returned with a softer blanket and laid it over my shoulders. I stayed there for the next few days, and my goodness was it fun. It was so nice having a company like that. We ate together, played games, listened to the radio, and I got a bunch of work done. Yes yes… it was so fun that I actually found myself upset when the bus lines opened up and I had to go home. I know! I was so against staying there, but then when it was time to leave I got all upset. But, I left regardless.

“So what happened once you left?”

“Well, getting back to my apartment was nice. Although my lights were on the whole time I was gone, so my electricity bill was… astronomical. But after that, I went back to my daily routine. I mean what else was there to do. In the grand scheme of things, that blizzard, those few days, were only a brief period of my life. Regardless, I got back to buisness, working my internship. Of course, my bus stop was still directly across the street in front of his apartment, so sometimes I saw him in his window, silhouetted against the yellow of his house lights. On occasion, I could catch him walking into his building. I’d wave to him, and he’d wave back, and that was the extent of our interactions. As for my internship, as I mentioned earlier, Stein & Brickley was incredibly popular at the time. They were known for their matching sets. Jackets with matching hats, shoes, gloves, and bags. Today, they're incredibly popular to buy as “vintage” pieces. Oh how strange that is, to think that clothes I may have helped design are considered “vintage.” Now, as wonderful as the clothing itself was, it was… not the best working environment. Now all fields are competitive in some way, but creative fields like design are very… dog eat dog. There are so many people who want to go into fashion or design or art, and these companies know that, so they can pick and choose from a wide pool of people with similar skill sets. Then they can figure out who will work for the least money, or who's willing to never take any vacation days. I got my internship through my professor, and I was barely getting paid, so I knew that I had to work my tush off to make sure I was constantly putting out good designs. And of course, this is without mentioning my boss. Mrs. Debfort, the lead designer of the brand. Oh, she was a spitfire. Looking back, I really admire that she had such… a strong personality at a time when soft femininity was valued. In a world full of butterflies, she was a hornet. But, that's how she climbed her way to the top. For a while, I was simply an errand runner, rushing all over the city to pick up fabric samples, coffee, lunches, or contracts. I expected to be designing pieces off the bat, not doing the jobs of an errand boy. But, regardless of my concerns, I was encouraged by my professor.

“Everyone starts out doing coffee runs, it's normal!” he said.

And maybe he was right. But I felt so stuck. What is the point of an internship if it isn't to get practice, learn about the industry, and make connections? It seemed like the only people I was connecting with were workers at the nearby coffee shop. But of course, I couldn't quit. I mean it was an amazing opportunity… Well, and I got a great employee discount. I worked in that job for a year and a half without promotion, and my god if that wasn't the most exhausting year of my life. Mostly because I was trapped within my own role. After that long as an errand girl, I once again went back to my professor and asked him if this was normal, and once again I waved off. Oh, it made me so mad. I could barely afford to exist in the city, and I was already in a crappy apartment, so I told my professor that, and I was told that I needed to be patient. But I couldn't anymore. So, I realized there was one thing I had to do. I gave that job another 6 months. 6 months to get a promotion to doing actual relevant work, or else I'd quit. My professor called me in one day near the end of the 6 months and informed me that his contact at the company had noticed that I'd been slowing down. I told him about my plan to quit, and his face flushed as he scolded me. It was the longest 5 minutes of my life. I was told that I would never make it in the industry. I was devastated, and walking out of that office I began to sob. But I was stubborn. I still am, and I decided, “Hey, these people don't know me, they don't know my skill, I can make it on my own '' and so a month before my 6 months was up, I quit. I was so scared at the time, but I wouldn’t change a thing. What quitting that job did for me was priceless.”

thats all i have for now… if you read this far i love you and also what’s your favorite color <333

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Hi!

My name is Abby and in 2025 I want to write more. This blog is to help me do that.

In the past I’ve written a lot of fan fiction for various fandoms, but I’m ready to stretch my creative wings into original stories.

I hope you’ll join me!

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helloooooo :D

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are you comfortable with nsfw asks? i couldn’t seem to find rules for requests anywhere

just pinned them to my blog (I forgot that was a feature)

but short answer: yes. yes I am. I have an old post of inspos buried deep in my blog but that hasnt been updated for my new fandoms and idk which fandom youre gonna ask for lmao

anyway happy requesting!

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hello starlight! hope you're doing well 💙

can I please get some hcs about main 4 with s/o who draws sketches of them constantly but she is quite embarrassed about it?

wait no why is this actually me with my bf thats crazy

Main 4 with an artist s/o

Stan

He loves watching you draw

so much

like something about it is just so relaxing

the pencil scratching on paper and the occasional erasing

so when you let him flip through your sketchbook one day and he found a page full of him, well

you had to clean some vomit off the floor

he was so flattered that you wanted to use your skills to draw him

Kyle

Kyle is so proud to have such a talented s/o

he has no idea how he pulled you

any opportunity he gets to show people your art, or even tell them you draw, he takes

much to your chagrin of course

but he cant help it, he just loves your art so much

one day you were sat next to him on the couch, drawing him as he played video games

when he looked over, he saw himself on the page

he immediately paused the game, "is that me?"

you slammed the sketchbook shut as he reassured you that he was not mad, and that he loved that you were drawing him

Cartman

Cartman is indifferent to your art most of the time

he thinks your time has better uses, like hanging out with him

or making him food

or giving him your undivided attention

one day you were sat at his kitchen table, drawing while he ate

you were so focused that you didnt notice him get up from his chair until he was snatching your sketchbook away.

"lets see whats more important than talking to me..." he trailed off as he saw a drawing of him eating etched into the page

he scoffed, handing it back to you a bit gentler than normal, "at least youre doing something useful with your talents"

Kenny

kenny... appreciates your artistic talents?

he asks you to draw naked people.

all the time.

one time he saw some nude portraits that you had done as anatomy studies, and he was never the same

one time while he was at your house, you went to use the bathroom, and while you were gone he snooped your desk

while he was looking for underwear, what he found instead a drawer full of drawings of him. he took them out and looked through them carefully.

suddenly, the bathroom door opened as he jumped

you looked at him, then the papers in his hands, and then back to him as your face became hot

"you know," he said, smirking, "my bulge isnt nearly big enough in any of these"

hope you enjoyed!

asks are open

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may i have a short little G3 Frankie x Y/N first kiss drabble?

Frankie Stein X (GN) Reader First Kiss Drabble

"Hey (y/n)!" Frankie said, rushing towards you, their face lit up.

You turned from your locker, smiling, "Oh hey Frankie, whats up?"

They bounced slightly as they stood in front of you, "Wanna see this thing Cleo showed me?"

You laughed, closing your locker, "Sure, lets see it."

They grabbed your shoulders, and pulled you in roughly, lips colliding and moving stiffly. You gasped as your cheeks warmed as Frankie pulled back

"Isn't that neat!" they said, shaking your shoulders slightly as you tried to recover, "Cleo said that it's a way to show your favorite person that you love them!"

You looked at them, face heating up hotter, "Uh, I-I'm flattered you care about me, but Cleo meant love in... a romantic way. Not in a friend way."

Frankie deflated, "Oh... But... what if I do love you in a romantic way, then can I kiss you?"

You shrug, "well, I-I guess yeah."

They grin at you, "Oh! Ok then!" And pull you in for another quick peck. You look at them, and your red cheeks break out into a grin, pulling them back in for another, more gentle, kiss.

man I got this one out in like 20 minutes, im impressed with myself

Asks Are Open!

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can you do tokoyami with a goth gf please!🖤

Tokoyami Fumikage x goth gf

When you first joined class 1A, Tokoyami was immediately enthralled

In a class full of so much vibrancy and light, (quirk related or not) he took comfort in the darkness that emanated from you

to most, your darkness was intimidating, but to him, it made you feel safe, because much like him, you were of the shadows

it wasnt until a cold autumn night, when the moon was dark, that he decided to ask you out

he had been fighting with his own mind... well he had been arguing with Dark Shadow

He kept pushing Tokoyami, saying he was miserable having to deal with his pining day after day.

finally he had given an ultimatum: ask y/n out, or else dark shadow would do it himself

while tokoyami has decent control of dark shadow, he knew he wouldnt be able to have his guard up any time he was around you, so off he went into the night

he had asked you out on the dorm roof, where you were sat admiring the dark night sky

when he asked, you smiled at him, and took the black rose he offered you

that rose still sits in a glass jar on your bedside table

While Tokoyami may not be the most excitable guy that doesn't mean he isnt a romantic

hes just, less romantic in the big displays of affection way, and more in the jack and rose way

the Romeo to your Juliet, without the suicide

he's the type to write you long winded poetry about how much he loves you or give you weird items that had some sort of romantic significance in medieval Europe

he also loves when you wear his cloak

hes spent many nights watching YouTube videos for goth makeup so he can help you with your eyeliner when youre super tired in the morning

sometimes he'll try on your platforms and walk around your room so he can feel tall for a bit

overall, he is the best goth boyfriend you could ask for

hope this was good!

Asks are open!

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Monster High requests

Hello! im now taking monster high x reader requests for any character, so ask away!

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How about a Stan Marsh x reader where Sparky goes missing again and Stan is worried sick but finally finds his dog with the reader, who Sparky is now attached to

sparky is my guy frfr I was so stoked to see this request lmaoo

stan x reader when sparky goes missing

it was Saturday, and Stan had rolled out of bed at 10 am

he was barely conscious as he stumbled down the stairs and into the kitchen, where his family was huddled at the table

he cleared his throat, and the three Marsh's whipped their heads towards Stan

Sharon had a hand on Shelly's back, who's eyes were watery

Stan rubbed his eyes to clear the blur, and mumbled "what's goin' on"

Randy and Sharon looked at each other and sighed

Stan's father stood from his seat and crouched next to Stan in the doorway, and sighed "buddy... I-.... Sparky got out... again"

Stans eyes shot wide, and he jumped a little, "what do you mean he got out again?? we put in locks like... last week!"

Randy stood and walked towards one of the kitchen cabinets, where he pulled out a bag of... something as Sharon glared at him "yes well your father had a fun night at the bar and forgot to close the door behind him"

Randy scoffed and continued messing with the contents of his bag, "Sharon please, I'm allowed to have a good time every now and then"

Sharon stood and shoved her chair in "Not at the expense of our family Randy, you do this at least twice a week and im sick and tired of this, do you know how hard it is-" Stan was distracted by a knock on the front door.

he walked out of the kitchen and looked through the peep hole. Kyle. he opened the door and sighed "hey dude."

kyles smile dropped "woah dude, what's up"

closing the door behind him, Stan steps outside "sparky ran away... again."

Kyle quirked a brow "didnt you just put in locks??"

stan groaned "thats what I said"

Kyle put his hands on his hips "well then we gotta go find him, come on lets go”

And so stan and kyle searched all day, looking in backyards and trash cans and under benches, but they never found him

Kyle needed to go home for dinner, so stan was left searching on his own, but as the sun set, he gave up all home

He trudged through the neighborhood, holding back tears as he passed house after house

as he passed one in particular, he heard scratching at a window

He turned to one of the houses, and there was sparky, scratching away at a window

But it wasnt just any house

It was your house

Stan just about had a heart attack

After psyching himself up, he knocked on your door, and after a few seconds, you opened it

“Oh hi stan!” You opened the door wider to let him in, “took you long enough, i called your house this morning but no one picked up.”

Stan groaned “yeah, because we’ve been out looking for him all day. Why didnt you just bring him to the house?”

You laughed, grabbing a spare leash and attaching it to his collar “because,” you start leading him to the door, but once he reached the threshold, he sat, refusing to budge, “he doesnt wanna be brought. Marsh’s tend to like my house i guess”

Stan flushed, “haha yeah…” awkward silence settled for a moment “anyway we should probably get going, sorry he bothered you”

You smiled and put a hand on his back, rubbing it gently, “he can bother me anytime, he is my second favorite marsh after all.”

He stuttered out a goodbye and left, and as the door closed, he looked to Sparky “you are the worst wingman ever.”

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I AM NOW TAKING BATMAN/TEEN TITANS REQUESTS

thats right, hand over the Bruce Wayne requests, as well as those sweet sweet starfire asks

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agreeing to kiss each other ''just to see what it's like'' with cartman x fem reader plz?

mmmmmmm Cartman

Eric Cartman x Reader

the bell rang as he stomped out of the boys locker room and you could already tell something had happened in there

his face was an angry red and his brows were furrowed as he made his way down the hallway

you ran to catch up with him, "hey dude, you good?"

"fuckin, yeah, why wouldnt I be?" he huffed without sparing you a glance

you sighed, "because you look pissed off."

he scoffed, "why would I be pissed off y/n."

as you left the school you prodded more, "I dont know, but you look like youre mad."

"fuck off, im not mad bitch." he shoved his hands in his pockets as you chuckled

you looked at the street signs and realized it was time to split off, so you bid him farewell and made your way home

upon entering you grabbed some snacks and dragged yourself up to your room, where you watched tv and attempted to finish your homework

it was all busy work, but you didnt have a choice in doing it

as you lamented over your pointless homework, you didnt sense yourself drifting off, and within 30 minutes you were asleep

by the time you did wake up, it was becoming dark outside, and there was a shuffling in your room

not just in your room, but right above your face

you snapped your eyes open and were met with your friend Cartman, who's face was a few inches from yours

you screamed and sat up, quickly slamming your forehead into his and making him fall back on his ass

he rubbed his head and whined, "what the fuck y/nnnnn"

you scoffed "what the fuck y/n? how about what the fuck Cartman? what the hell are you doing hovering over me at," you check your clock, "6:30?!"

Cartman crossed his arms and stuck his nose up, "I dont think thats your business."

"what do you mean its not my business. youre in my fuckin room over my fuckin face, its quite literally all my business." it was silent for another minute, and then you spoke again, "... is this about what happened earlier? in the locker room?"

he looked away from you, "I fuckin told you, nothing happened."

you crossed your arms "bull. shit. I know you dude, you were pissed."

standing up, he stomped over to you and grabbed the collar of your shirt. "ok yeah, so fuckin what I was pissed off. who gives a fuck that I haven't kissed anyone. I sure dont."

you grab his hand and detach it from your shirt as he looms over you. "thats what this was about? really?" he nods as you chuckle, "so you came here to kiss me while I was asleep so you could say you kissed someone."

"shut up, im going home." he turns to leave, but you grab his arm before he can get far.

as he pauses, you speak, "you know you could have just asked."

he turned to look at you, "what?"

you pulled him closer, "I said if you wanted to kiss me, you could have just asked."

instead of asking, he grabs the sides of your face and pulls your lips into his

you let out a squeak, but then relax into it

it was over in a flash as you both looked at each other with wide eyes

he cracked a grin, "wanna do that again"

this feels horrifically out of character to me so let me know if thats the case or not

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Could you do accidentally blurting out “I love you” with Kyle?

mmmmm im so glad people are giving me prompts that are on brand for these characters. bless you. (from this post)

Kyle x reader

you and Kyle have always been really close friends, but recently he has been acting really weird

he and Stan had been standing separately for the past two weeks, always whispering about something

while Cartman enjoyed Kyle's absence, you were concerned... and you missed him

so you decided to ask him what's up

after school, you dropped your bags at home and made your way to the Brofvloski house

your mind couldn't help but wander. what was up with Kyle? was it something you did? did you fuck something up? or was it something else?

upon knocking on the door, you were greeted my Mrs. Brofvloski, who was, as always, very excited to see you, "oh y/n its been way too long, how are ya sweetheart?"

you smiled as she hugged you, "I'm good thank you, is Kyle home?"

her eyes lit up, "oh yes, bubby is just upstairs in his room, why dont you head up and I'll bring some snacks up for you two."

you thanked her and made your way upstairs to his room, when you heard not just one, but two voices inside

"how do I just say it though"

"look dude just.. pretend I'm her"

"what dude no thats totally gay"

"no it isn't dude im her not me, just say it how you'd say it to her"

you couldn't help but wonder who Kyle, and who you could only assume was Stan, were talking about

"fine. ahem, look I know we've been friends for a while now, and im so glad we have been, because you're the light of my life." you felt bad for listening in, so you went to open the door as he continued, "I know you probably dont feel the same way but..." you opened the door, "I love you y/n."

your eyes widened as you stared at him. it took him a moment to process, and when he did his eyes also went wide as his freckled face filled with a crimson blush

Stan looked back and forth between the two of you, and stood up. breaking the silence, he quickly walks out the door "im gonna head out, good luck man."

you step towards Kyle as the door closes, and he steps backwards. "I-I'm sorry..." he says, continuing to step backwards as you step towards him

he hits his bed and stumbles backwards, landing on his bed, back stiff. "was all of that stuff you said about me?" you ask, leaning down to his eye level.

he breaks eye contact with you, looking off to the side as he nods

you smile and kiss his cheek, then whisper "well I love you too" into his ear. you take a seat next to him on the bed as you wait for him to process what just happened

you see his hands start to shake and the tips of his ears turn red as he lets out a shaky, albeit relieved sigh.

you reach out and grab his hand as he slowly turns to look at you

you smile at his beat red, and slightly sweaty, face as he just stares at you. then suddenly he grabs the sides of your face, pulling it towards his and squeezing his eyes shut as he kisses you.

you stiffened for a moment, then relaxed yourself into him, and as soon as it had started it was over

you smiled at each other, leaning in for another kiss before Kyle's mother burst into the room, "bubby I brought you crackas and cheese and some strawberries for your little friend just dont get any on the carpet or it'll stain ok?"

Kyle sighed as you chuckled running a thumb over his knuckles, "yes mom."

hope this is good!

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can I get holding hands for the first time with kenny?

first suggestion from this list lets gooo

kenny x reader

when you and kenny first met it was clear to both of you that you would become close friends

and you did

you were his go to house when his parents were fighting because he knew you would never judge him

and you didnt

you both trusted each other completely

maybe a little... too completely

it was the end to a typical night of hijinks and you were heading home by yourself

typically you were fine with walking home alone in the dark, but something felt off

you were very paranoid, sometimes seeing a shadowy figure out of the corner of your eye

it felt like someone was watching you and it made the hair on your neck raise

picking up the pace you looked over your shoulder, and while scanning the area behind you bumped into someone and screamed

you almost fell backwards but an arm wrapped around your waist

you were about to scream again until you looked up and saw that your assailant was wearing a bright orange parka

he looked at you with a smirk, "falling for me already?" you smacked his chest and he let you stand again, "its pretty late you know, why are you still out here?"

you sighed, "I could say the same to you, but I was just heading home."

he quirked a brow, "alone? at night? with that hot ass? that sounds like a bad decision."

you flushed at his comment, "well it not like I had much of a choice." you started walking again, with kenny in tow

he frowned at you, "you could have called me you know."

shrugging, you scan the other side of the street, "nah, wouldnt wanna bother you"

kenny spoke, "it wouldnt have been a bother, not like I was doing much anyway. plus I like hanging out with you." he smiled, ruffling your hair

you chuckled, but then stopped in your tracks, looking around

something felt off again, like someone was still watching you

kenny watched you, shifting back and forth, "you good?"

you continue looking around, "i... dont know, something feels off..."

stepping towards you, kenny surveys the area, but seeing nothing wrong he grabs your hand and pulls you lightly, "come on, lets get you home princess."

you looked at him speechless, your face rapidly heating up as you followed him

as you walked Kenny swung your arm back and forth, maybe as a way to distract you from your anxiety

and boy did it work

all you could think about was how warm his hand was and how soft his skin was on yours

it was also at this moment that you realized he wasn't wearing his glove

looking over to his other hand you saw him not only wearing a glove, but holding the other one as well

you looked to him, "why is your glove off?"

he didnt look at you but he chuckled, "I wanted to feel your hand without a hand condom on."

you blushed and laughed, "hand condom? thats a new one."

smiling and laughing you made your way home hand in hand, completely forgetting your anxiety

hope this is good!

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come on gang give me characters

best friends to lovers prompts

going as each other's ''platonic'' date to a mutual friend's wedding

agreeing to kiss each other ''just to see what it's like''

punching the guy who broke your best friend's heart at prom

refusing to admit your feelings but making up ridiculous excuses to spend time together

''i'm not in love with my best friend'' but everyone knows you're full of shit

there's only one bed, we decide to share it (we lowkey been waiting for this moment)

friends and family thinks we're dating because we're always acting like a couple

sharing clothes — you're just that comfortable with each other

accidentally blurting out ''i love you'' during a random conversation

“i’ll kiss you right now to prove i don’t feel anything for you” but the kiss does the exact opposite

knowing your best friend inside out, everything from their favorite song, to what they named their favorite stuffed animal in second grade...

hiding your feelings to not ruin the friendship, even going as far as avoiding each other completely, yet somehow always ending up sharing an intimate moment

the first kiss and the realization of ''it's always been you''

starting to see each other in a different light

i'm watching you date all these other people and it's definitely not jealousy i'm feeling

complimenting your best friend for small things they do that realistically only someone who's in love with a person would notice

holding hands for the first time

first official hug after going exclusive, it feels very different from all our previous hugs

that ''oh shit'' moment when you realize you're in love with your best friend

the first official ''date'' which isn't really a date but it feels like one

showing up at each other's house late at night

your best friend's upset and disappears for a couple hours, you're the only one who knows where to find them (aka at the location you always used to hang out at as children)

one has come to terms with their feelings, maybe even dropping hints, the other one is completely oblivious

hearing your best friend say you're nothing more than friends and dying a little on the inside because you want to be so much more than that

family and friends constantly pointing out how compatible you are with each other

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Hi!

This is my first time requesting anyone for anything but I really like your writing

Could I please have a kenny x female reader (romantically) who is a cheerleader at the school they go to.

Thanks 🦋

Have a nice night/day :D

im glad you like my writing!

Kenny x Cheerleader Reader

While its typical for cheerleaders to date boys on various sports teams, you and Kenny don't like thinking about it that way

it felt too... stereotypical

you were both well aware that cheerleaders and players alike would seek out each other just for the status that came with it

you and Kenny just sort of.... found each other

a lot of it came from Stan hanging out with Wendy a lot, and other cheerleaders often being dragged along

from there you and Kenny started talking, and the rest is history

Kenny loves that you're at all of his games, even though he's not the star of the team he feels like he preforms better when you're there

he's not the kind to say "this is for you babe" but he definitely thinks it

thinks you look hot in your outfit and wishes you would wear it more

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Hope it wouldn’t be too much trouble to ask for Kenny and Butters hcs on what would they do of someone else flirting with their s/o

P.S wish you a happy new year 🎉🎉🎉

kenny may boy. happy new year to you (and everyone else!) this year im hoping to get my Kofi off the ground lmao (its linked in my pinned post) and get to 1000 followers (300ish more)

Kenny McCormick

kenny is an interesting case, because it really depends for him

like he gets it, youre hot, youre cool, people wanna be around you

its why hes with you in the first place, so he cant fault other people for flirting with you

he prefers to let you deal with the rejecting, just because he doesn't wanna be a crazy bf who interferes

he will however step in the second he feels youre uncomfortable

if you say no and they keep pushing, its game over

ken will push you backwards and step between you and the creep and give a solid "knock it off"

this typically chases off the other person, but if it doesn't, kenny has no issue with getting down and dirty

Butters Stotch

butters also gets it, you are cool, and you are nice looking, and you are totally out of his league

people think that he doesn't recognize it, but he does, and it makes it really difficult when people flirt with you

youre good at rejecting people, which hes glad about, but after the first time someone couldn't take a rejection, he was totally freaked out

like he didnt realize that people wanted you that bad

he goes to Cartman for advice, who is no help at all, and then back to you for reassurance

he doesn't wanna lose you

wooo first post of 2022

asks open heehaw

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Can I get Kyle falling in love with reader, like we all know how conscious he is about his hair so Cartmen steals his hat at lunch and reader gives him theirs despite having to walk around the rest of the day with major bedhead.

it appears I have accidentally summoned every single Kyle fan to my ask box... whoops. also I hit 700 followers so thanks to everyone for that :)

Kyle Brovlofski x Reader

when you first began school in South Park one thing was very clear

Kyle and Cartman didnt get along

being friends with them made it even more apparent

constant squabbles and insults being thrown around, sometimes interrupting normal conversations

sometime the altercations even got physical

in this case, Kyle had somehow pissed Cartman off and now was nowhere to be found

well... most of him was nowhere to be found

in front of a grinning Cartman was Kyles bright green hat

Stan looked at the hat, then back to Cartman, "dude... where's the rest of him"

Stan reached out for the hat, but before he could grab it Cartman grabbed it"doesn't matter because I got his hat, so that jew can suck my balls"

with that the conversation, for whatever reason, shifted topics until the bell rang

returning to the classroom, you realized Kyle never came to class

he never missed class, so you were very concerned

you asked to be excused to the bathroom, and you began your search

looking all over school, you didnt find any signs of your friend, until you were standing in front of the mens restroom

looking around, you knocked on the door and upon not getting a response you entered

you heard rustling, and then silence, "Kyle? is that you?"

the last stall door was unlocked, and a pair of green eyes peering out at you, "why are you in here?"

you walk closer to the stall door and try to push it open lightly, but are met with resistance, "because I was looking for you, when you didn't come to class I got worried, especially after seeing Cartman with your hat."

he sighed and opened the stall door, letting you in, and then shutting it behind you. he then leaned against the wall and slid down until he was crunched into a ball, "he knows how much I hate my hair. how awful I feel about it. and then he takes my hat and leaves me to flounder, the fucker."

you smile sadly at him, and put a hand on his back, rubbing it gently, "I dont understand why youre so self conscious about your hair... I think its cute"

he smiled at you, "its nice that you think so, but no one else does..."

you sighed and pulled off your own hat, plopping it on his head. he quirked a brow and reached up to grab it off his head, but you stopped him. "nah, wear it. its fine"

you stood up and smiled at him again, leaving the stall

on your way out of the bathroom you caught a look at your messy hat hair and laughed, trying quickly to fix it

when you had left, Kyle stood up and brushed off his pants, walking over to the bathroom mirrors

looking at his reflection his face heated up. seeing himself in your hat felt so wrong, yet so good.

maybe he'd need to lose his hat more often

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