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Hey y’all! I’m SO sorry for lack of any posting or ANYTHING 💀 I was seeing family and friends that I hadn’t seen in a while, and that was taking a lot of time, but I’ll be back today!

Thanks for being patient y’all 🔥😭

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“So what if it’s raining!” | Kyle Broflovski x Gn!Reader | PT. 1

🛼 - Summary - Sheila and Gerald Broflovski had planned a date night the weekend of, and set Kyle in charge of babysitting Ike. Kyle, getting extremely bored, invited you over to help and hang out with the two brothers.

- Pairing(s) - Kyle Broflovski x reader

🛼 - Reader Info- reader LOVES rain, unestablished relationship, mutual unspoken crush, fluff kind of, Reader and Kyle are 18!

- Warnings - Canadian character (ike) 😨

🛼 - NOTE - Hey hey! I’ll have part two posted in a day or so, hope this is alright so far! 😁 also this isn’t proofread so I’ll have to do that in a bit 💀

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“UNO!”

There’s no fucking way.

You groaned.

Letting out a frustrated sigh, you flopped backwards onto the rugged carpet of the Broflovski household in defeat. Your cards flew everywhere, uncaring of the slight mess made.

“Of course, just my luck” You huffed, shifting your head away from the boys sitting before you.

There wasn’t anything you despised more than playing card games with that of Kyle fuckin Broflovski, a teen-prodigy at whatever the hell game you guys decided to bring out next. Despite the “luck”-based system of the current one standing before you on the coffee table, you could have sworn there was some sort of “master-mind” strategy to the entire schtick. It was Uno for goodness sake. It had to have been a set up. He had to have…peered into the future or something.

Whatever.

With an award winning smile, and eyebrows that signaled two-sided pity, Kyle couldn’t help but shrug at your sour attitude. He laughed before he could mutter any apologies, cleaning up the cards littered around your body. “Sorry dude, but I warned you not to play Uno with me. Ike already knows, yet you just had to drag him into this game, huh?”

As if on cue, his little brother pretended to let out a shrill cry of shared defeat.

You sat back up, comforting Ike’s dramatics and ruffled his hair. You stared daggers at Kyle, who was still smugly shuffling through the mass of card games scattered about. It was an outrage. “I’m SORRY! I thought you were all talk dude! The past seven other games were nothing but PLANNED SCHEMES BY YOU! Go-fish, UNO, whatever, you just won them all!”

He scoffed, not looking up at you once. “Guess we’re not counting Ike’s win at solitaire, then?”

All you could do was lovingly punch Kyle, and roll your eyes. He jumped back and laughed a defensive “HEY!” before he could have been attacked any further. Ike cheered, you stood up, and the red-head pretended to cower in fear on the floor, forgetting any of the cards he had been previously sorting. “Smartass” you muttered with a grin.

“Yeah, smartass!” Ike mirrored.

Oh lord, neither of you were the paragon of what the boy should have been looking up to, and it showed. Kyle and you laughed before you crouched back down to help clean up the card games. Your friend sighed, rolling his eyes in a half-assed scold. “Don’t repeat that to mom and dad, Ike, they���ll kill me.”

Smartass? You quirked your eyebrows up in confusion, tilting your head slightly at the notion. “Kill you? I mean, come on, He’s old enough now, it’s not like he doesn’t know things.” You joked, side-eyeing Kyle while putting away the final boxes of the card games. He sighed in response, pinching the bridge of his nose and shaking his head as if recalling a troubling memory. “Yeah, but you haven’t seen our mom when she hears that type of stuff, she goes crazy. So honestly, it’s best if he just stops using that-“

Just then, cutting him off, the lights of the household shut off without any warning. A flash outside the windows rumbled the friendly peace between the three, signaling any nearby residents of an unexpected thunderstorm. Blanketed in sudden darkness, a certain little boy screamed, and ran into an unsuspecting wall.

“Of course, goddammit…UGHHH. A thunderstorm? Really? Hold on guys, give me a second-” Kyle exclaimed, hurriedly fumbling around his pockets for a phone. He grumbled while your excitement suddenly shone through an inky, housed darkness. Finding your phone before your frazzled friend could, you happily tapped the screen and went straight towards the flashlight function. “It’s ok Ike, I’ve got you, don’t run into anymore walls, please.”

A boom, a thunderous crash, and a harrowing plummet of thick drops pelted the house as the little boy hid behind your legs in childish fear.

Storms like these weren’t uncommon in South Park, no, but it felt like it had been forever since the last one wreaked havoc onto the little town, and you always looked forward to them. Despite the setbacks of, well, almost all power going out across town, it was always worth it for the refreshing moments of an insane storm.

“It’s ok Kyle I’ve got my phone now- Ike, dude we should check out the storm! I haven’t seen one like this in AGES!”

Phone now in hand and sporting a tired look of disinterest, Kyle aptly declined. “No. No way, sorry. It’s raining. Shit like this ruins my hair like crazy, and now I’ve got to wait for our stupid power to come back on.” He muttered. Thankfully for you, you had a problem caring, and swiftly walked towards the entrance of the back door, much to your friend’s dismay.

“So what if it’s raining! What comes AFTER a storm is the most beautiful thing ever to look forward to!” You turned back, shifting your gaze towards the two brothers, grinning like a mad man.

As if to compliment your joy, another shattering flash of crisp thunder filled the air, illuminating the rain waiting outside of the Broflovski household. “You’re crazy.” Kyle simply stated, unblinking and unmoving. “I hate how dark our house is.” Was all Ike blathered, moving closer to his brother.

The sway against the boys wasn’t enough, yet despite this, you knew they were going to get FOMO sooner or later with how treacherous the noises outside were. So, without saying another word and a knowing smile, you opened the door to the backyard and ran around as if your life depended on it. And boy, was it worth it. You couldn’t hear the frustrated call of your name over the sound of icy threads weaving the air and sinking into the ground all around you. Laughing and circling around the now mushy grass, a wonderful wave of cold shivered throughout your body, igniting a beautiful adrenaline only such weather could unlock.

“DUDE! YOU’RE GOING TO CATCH A COLD!” You heard over the loudness of the rain. Turning around, you saw what appeared to be a disgruntled silhouette holding a shoddy phone-flashlight, and a stern look chiseled onto the features of a displeased red-head. A typical stance to see him in, and not the last time you’d see it either. Your water-lodged eyes spottet a shorter shadow peering around the taller one, slightly illuminated by the faint light of an IPhone, obviously curious about the weather before him.

Pretending not to hear Kyle, you joyously beckoned Ike over to the backyard, hands outstretched and drenched in water. You grinned, still uncaring of the shivering circumstances.

“COME ONNN, I KNOW YOU GUYS WANT TO! LOOK HOW MUCH FUN IM HAVING OUT HERE!” You spun around and laughed. “SOOOO MUCH FUN!”

Not even a moment passed by before you saw the smaller shadow jolting towards the backyard. Of course! You knew IKE would at least eventually cave, and how could you resist rain like this! The weather was sure to ruin any tidiness the two of you held; tangled hair and drenched clothing, leaving behind frantic smiles plastered onto the faces outside. It was horrifyingly comical, much to the chagrin of Kyle.

And honestly, huge win for you, because now that you had won over your friend’s little brother, the two of you were UNSTOPPABLE!

“IKE NO!- Oh my god…”

PT 1. | PT. 2

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who said it has to be fake? | kyle x reader oneshot

☆ pairing: kyle broflovski x f!reader ☆ summary: when cartman is being an asshole, you and kyle kiss to prove a point ☆ warnings: none i think? not proofread ☆ author's note: scheduled again!! thank you for the request, sorry it deviated from the prompt a bit ☆ wc: around 700

“See, I told you, everyone! I’m ripped! All the bitches want a piece of me!” Cartman yelled, standing on the top of the lunch table, looking out at the rest of the students in the cafeteria. 

“Cartman, get down from there!” Kyle scoffed, rolling his eyes.

It was at that moment you walked into the cafeteria. It almost seemed as if time stopped when you entered the room; you had a mesmerizing quality about you that demanded everyone’s attention. You were undoubtedly the most popular girl in all of South Park. Known for your beauty, kindness, and intelligence, everyone either wanted to be you or be with you.

Cartman was no exception to this. Still bitter about all the times he asked you out only to be rejected, he scowled at your entry. You scanned the room to look for Kyle, you had to ask him for help on a particularly difficult math homework assignment. You smiled as you met eyes with him, beginning to walk towards him.

“Shut up, Kyle! You’re just mad that I’m dripping in hoes while you’ve never even dated a girl!” Cartman barked. Ever since Cartman had found himself a girlfriend, this public announcement had been made daily. 

At this very moment, you had arrived at their table. Hearing Cartman’s words, an idea popped into your head. You whispered into Kyle’s ear, “play along, yeah?” 

You pulled away, giving him a chaste kiss on the cheek. “Kyle, I was looking for you!” You say with a cheery smile, playing with a lock of his hair. 

“Hey baby, I missed you,” Kyle responded, smiling back as he played along

The entire cafeteria was sent into a frenzy from your exchange. Everyone began to share confused glances with their friends. Could it really be that South Park’s sweetheart was into…Kyle?

The look on Cartman’s face was nothing short of terrifying. His fury was radiating off of him in hot waves. He bent down to pick up his water, pouring it on you in his anger. 

Your eyes widened as you processed what happened. The air seemed to still, everyone was in a state of shock. 

Knowing exactly what would piss him off further, you pulled Kyle into a kiss. As you felt Kyle kiss you back passionately, you heard the rest of the cafeteria erupt into excited shouts, cheering for you two. You let yourself enjoy the moment in its entirety, kissing him as if it were your last day on earth. You could tell that Kyle was enjoying this as much as you were, if his hands pulling you closer was any indication. Pulling away for air, you realized that Cartman was no longer there. 

Pulling on his hand you whispered in his ear. “Can we leave?”

He let out a breathy laugh and nodded. “Yeah, let’s go.”

You two left the cafeteria holding hands, ignoring the excited chatter that was clearly about you two.

You two walked out to the field, sitting down on the shady fake turf. 

“Sorry I kissed you,” you started sheepishly, feeling guilty that you were his first kiss.

“Don��t be, I liked it,” he responded, trying his hardest to appear nonchalant. 

“Are we going to keep doing this?” You asked after a brief pause.

He gave you a confused look, “what do you mean?”

“Like, are we going to…fake date?” You asked, laugh audible in your voice

He leaned in closer to you, whispering into your ear, “who said it has to be fake?” he asked, anxious smile playing on his lips.

You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped you, pulling him in for another kiss. Something about his lips on yours felt so…natural. As if you two were simply meant to be. 

You smiled into the kiss, resisting the urge to laugh when you heard cheers erupt from around 20 ft away from you. Pulling away slightly you spoke softly, “guess they followed us,” a contagious smile on your face.

Grinning, he responded, “guess we better give them a show then, yeah?” He pulled you in for another kiss.

Maybe Cartman being an asshole isn’t such a bad thing after all.

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Omg you were so right with the Cartman part on those thrift shopping hcs

Love me a con man 😍

To fucking honest!!!! 😍😍😍 he’s so smart though 😍😍🤮

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IM SO MAD MICHAEL OF THE FUCKING GOTH KIDS DOESNT HAVE A LAST NAME BRO HES JUST “””MICHAEL””” 💀💀💀💀💀💀 HELL NAW

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Shit goes craaazy

basketball player kyle and cheerleader reader … 😨😨😨

I hate you for rigging it Dino 🖕🖕

Next time I’m not adding Kyle to any polls. I despise you, YOU FUCKINF BLOODHOUND (affectionate… somewhat)

Basketball player!Kyle x cheerleader!reader

• You probably got in cheerleading for him for the most part Tbh, not that Kyle knows. He keeps convincing himself it was to make your college application look good

• He definitely tries a lot harder when you’re there, I mean you and your team are doing all this for his team, might as well win right?

• Not to mention he feels like he has to be the best in everything he does. But honestly that more applies to academics

• Hot take, despite being built like basketball player he’s honestly not that good

• That man is a tall twig looking NERD with glasses and everything. He definitely tries though, and that counts doesn’t it?

• It takes Kyle a while to actually be good at playing because I don’t care what you hoes say, that man works!! He’s not just naturally good at everything he has FLAWS

• He put so much effort into it and it’s like, good for him!! Even if he did wanna give up a lot because he wasn’t immediately perfect at it

• You’re definitely thirsting over Kyle the entire game, and probably cheering extra loud for him

• I wouldn’t be surprised if he wore his glasses on the court and got distracted by you cheering for him one day, and accidentally broke his glasses

• Lesson learned, wear contacts 🙄

• Anyways, you’re totally simping over the sweaty nerd boy running on the court desperately trying to impress you. Spoiler alert, he does not. Somehow he wins your heart anyways?

• If you ask nicely, he’ll let you wear the varsity jacket he has for basketball because he honestly can’t really say no to you

• He’s honestly proud but horrendously embarrassed as you flaunt around his jacket

• I’m half sure it’s canon he’s a huge germaphobe and he’d rather get beat up by Cartman than give you his jersey right after a game, even if you beg

• He probably washes it at least twice before he even lets you touch it. He may be a very logical guy, but the germaphobe in him is stronger than any logic he has

• He’s somehow convinced that you would get sick if you wore his sweaty jersey, which honestly feels like nonsense but there’s just no reasoning with the guy when he’s being a germaphobe

• I feel like Kyle goes to the gym a lot, especially during off season and you probably end up tagging along

• Sometimes you exercise with him, sometimes you choose some random bench to fall asleep on because we all know he’d go to the gym at 5 in the morning

• He’s always trying to get you to play basketball too but sweetie, it really just ain’t in the cards. Mainly because you’re joking around and not really trying

• Internally, Kyle goes feral when he sees you in your cheer uniform. Well not JUST internally, def after his games too

I swear I wasn’t trying to insult him guys 😭😭

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first kiss

it's late at night, and you're with your boyfriend, kyle. the peaceful ambience, the comfy sheets, and everything else makes you want to lean in and kiss him for the first time.

kyle x gn!reader no cws wc: 318

an: i was looking through the old gifts i gave my ex and i found this gem of a fic! so why not change a few things and make it sp-related so that it wouldnt be a waste of solid work? i think its neat :3

You and Kyle were sprawled out on some bed, listening to music and half-asleep. He and you were sharing a headset, and the noise coming out of the speaker was fuzzy—they melted into a garbled mess like a butter, sugar, and milk mixture. Arms and legs intertwined with one another. There was no one else in the room—just you and Kyle.

Grogginess fogged the room, but that's not stopping you from jumping up with a smile once you heard your favorite song turn on. Sure, it was the hundredth time Kyle heard the music play because of you. However, he was happy to see you enjoying yourself, for not even repetition could stop your face from drawing a comforting smile on your face. You happily tapped your fingers to the tune underneath the dead and empty spaces of the blanket.

Out of the blue, drifting your gaze towards Kyle, you suddenly said, "I love youuuu." You extended your ‘yous’ as you regularly do when saying those three words to anyone. As Kyle turned to look at you, a yawn from you shortly followed.

"I love you too." He smiled, gently tightening the warm embrace he was trapped in. The atmosphere was ambient. Everything was dead silent except for you, Kyle, and the silly music you two were listening to.

"Hey," you quietly muttered, softly dragging on his jaw. He had answered back with a mere hum. "Can I kiss you?" Your words were slurred, but he somehow understood you and the silly question you spoke.

"I would like that very much."

A big, dumb, stupid, dorky smile was stamped onto your face, mailed for Kyle. There you sat, though, limbs tangled with one another as you leaned in close and sealed the gap between you two—meeting halfway. It was the first time your lips have ever met, but both of you immediately knew it wouldn't be the last. 

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Going Thrift Shopping with the main 4 (Hcs)

🛼- Summary - Head cannons about your experience thrift shopping with the boys!

- Pairing(s)- (SEPARATE) Kenny McCormick, Kyle Broflovski, Stan Marsh, and Eric Cartman x gn!Reader

🛼- Reader info - gn!reader and established relationship

- Warnings - none! (Unless you count swearing ig lmao)

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🐀 - Kenny McCormick -

He’s so down, he’s SEEN all the ice cold shit you’ve found, and wants in on the action asap

Kenny had known about thrifting for a while, but hadn’t put too much thought into it due to money being tight and all, but according to YOU

“You just have to know where to look”

“Trust me I know a spot” “trust me this is where the heat is”

And trust you he did, because after taking him to some fun spots, there was no going back.

Thrifting buddy 24/7, just LOVES looking at the old clothes and pretending to be an old geezer with you, it makes him giggle

Fr makes up stories about shit he finds, probably forced you to wear it and purposely make you feel silly

“THIS old sweater was worn in the trenches of Mexico alongside my great great grandpa” 💀💀 and it’s a Star Wars T-shirt

Purposely finds good and bad clothes for you and him (he has pretty good fashion sense so you KNOW when hes got a shit eating grin)

If the shop has changing rooms, expect long ass fashion shows, the man spends WAY too much time looking at himself. He probably won’t even buy anything 98% of the time!! He’s just having fun with you!

Honestly, neither of you fucking knew that South Park had so many little shops like that!! Small towns DECEIVE!

The both of you almost always get coffee after a haul, it just feels right

And showing up to Tweek Bros. In the new shirt/sweater/etc, he feels like royalty ngl

Overall Kenny really enjoys the time spent with you, and the small moments between showing each other items or clothes really makes him feel momentarily flushed (he sees this sparkle in your eyes and he can’t help but melt)

Probably calls you a Cougar if you’re wearing something he deems “old” smh 😔

Also expect lots of “this reminded me of you”s and its the ugliest t-shirt you’ve ever seen

🧤 - Kyle Broflovski -

Ok he probably didn’t understand it at first and got kind of worried like

Is this your last resort 😔😔 he wouldn’t mind getting you something nice if you wanted 😔😔😔

You had to explain its a THING for you, like, it’s fun and you can find some pretty cool and cute things if you look hard enough!

Whatever, he wants to join in order to understand, and he surprisingly has good luck with good finds?? You’ll definitely force him to try at least ONE thing

Listen. This boy dresses himself like his mom still picks out his clothes ok. Button-ups, polos, nice jackets, Kyle’s a smartass and he wants to dress the part (😍) so for some reason it’s SO new to him, and he’s worried he’ll find something stupid and he won’t even know

Just wants your approval (he’s a sweaty nerd)

SURPRISINGLY, FINDS THE COOLEST THINGS! EVERY TIME!

Ok not every time but the matching old ass Terrance And Phillip shirts are a huge flex to him so hes happy

You’ll probably buy most of the things he shows you (they become your favorite and you wear them constantly)

Kyle and you are the same.like. “Oh this? Kyle found this necklace when we went thrifting together 🙄🙄”

And he’s constantly letting everyone know “Yeah this is a 1986 original Terrance And Phillip T-shirt matching with my partner 🙄🙄”

Everyone’s sick of it

You’ll go home with him after thrifting and Ike will TOTALLY make fun of you guys

Kyle, poor boy so In love, gets extremely giddy when you’re wearing something he found for you (blushing mess tbh)

Melts even more when you get some old stuffed animal for Ike and Ike ends up ADORING it (bonus brownie points from Sheila and Gerald)

He still doesn’t understand the whole thrift thing, I mean, newer clothes just last longer and fit his style more!! What!!

He enjoys going with you anyways and lovingly watches you get excited over small things like that <3

🎸 - Stan Marsh -

Crazy not so crazy, he’s actually gone a few times, really likes it too if it’s a good day

This, of course, makes you SUPER happy and you’re instantly dragging him to every spot South Park has

When he was with the goth kids, he remembered them talking about it, tried it for himself and was slightly obsessed for a bit

Indifferent about most of it, just likes going for the old band shirts or something with a funny graphic on it

Maybe a jacket or two as well

ACTUALLY he goes insane if there’s a cool looking varsity jacket or some jerseys yet to be worn

Although,,,,,,he has the worst luck with everything he cannot find anything good or something he likes,,,,

It’s either got shit stains or beer stains or god forbid SHARPIE or PAINT like WHY are these here

You gotta step in and hand him some of your luck, he wants his punk rock t-shirts or whatever 🙄 (he’s eternally grateful)

Thinks you look super cute in anything you’ve found, but gets slightly impatient if you’re taking too long in a dressing room or looking In the same section for too long

If there’s a certain band shirt you’re both looking for? He’s going to the ends of the earth (Just in South Park) to find it for you

Naturally, you’ll both have a blast just talking about where things have come from or chuckling over something funny looking

You’ll dress each other up in jackets too big for each other, it’s sweet and innocent 😭😭✊

Shelley caught wind of you two going thrifting every so often, she’ll kick out Stan and just wanna go with you 💀💀

Spoiler alert Shelley has TOO much fun with you and it becomes a thing (much to Stan’s dismay)

You’ll MOST LIKELY find stupid shit with her and constantly “hahaha Stan would look fucking STUPID in this”

“I know right!!”

Randy saw you wearing something you had found with Stan, thought it was Sharon’s for a while and was super confused 🤨🤨🤨

Overall, super fun chill time with the Marsh boy you love him, go get Ice cream with him after a haul ✊✊

🦝 - Eric Cartman -

“What the fuck are you wearing”

“It’s a cardigan I found doesn’t it look good!”

“Found where 💀💀💀”

ALSO DIDNT understand it and probably heard “shoplifting” instead of the former

You have to FORCE him to join you tbh and he suggested robbing Stan’s mom would get the job done faster, whatever

Pretends to be SUUUUPER bored and uninterested, like ugh he’s shopping? Says it’s totally gay

(SECRETLY LOVES SEEING YOU HAPPY 🥶)

Probably wouldn’t look around, just tag along while pretending to hate the entire experience (you know he doesn’t, you see his eyes go towards cool looking things in the shops)

Gets pretty impatient if he’s somewhere for too long, unless you REALLY beg him and find something that “meets his standards”

HATED thrifting until you found him a shirt without sleeves, looked corny as hell, had some bootleg graphic and inspirational quote and shit

Eric FELL IN LOVE WITH IT 😭😭 it showed off his muscles of course

You just HAD to get it for him, doesn’t stop wearing it, claims he found it until you give him the side eye

“We found it together 😍🙏”

“🤨”

You won’t go as often with him, but when you do (and when he’s not bitching about how boring it is), it’s actually a really fun time and he’ll make you crack tf up with snarky comments about things

He’s rude-funny and you are in love with it, especially when it’s towards something you like, you KNOW he doesn’t mean that bs towards you

Liane just HAD to mention that thrifting gets quite a lot of business in South Park, his con-man instincts went wild

Eric just wanted to start a business with you!! Resell items and clothes as if they were worth it! (They are not) fake stories galore!

Stop him before it’s too late please

DAMN WRITING FOR THEM HIS DIFFICULT, HOPE ITS IN CHARACTER, FIRST POST YALL 💀🙏

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Do you write angst fanfics?

Yes absolutely!! Still updating the page somewhat (it’s a shoddy slow process 💀💀) but yeah requests for angst are fine, let me add that actually lmao

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🛼 - MASTERLIST -

🚬🐀🧤🌺🎸🦝 - The Boys - 🐹🦟🎤💵☕️🩸

- Going thrifting with the main 4 (hcs)

- Going to the arcade with Craig’s gang (hcs)(in the works)

🧤 - Kyle Broflovski-

- “So what if it’s raining!” | x Gn!Reader (Fic) | PT. 1

🎸 - Stan Marsh -

- “Another band? Really?” | x Artists!Reader (Oneshot)(in the works)

🐀 - Kenny McCormick-

- “You really like this one, don’t you?” | x Childhood friend!Reader (Oneshot)(in the works)

- Metalhead!fem!reader x Kenny McCormick (Hcs)(in the works)

🦝 - Eric Cartman -

🌺 - Leopold “Butters” Stotch -

🐹 - Craig Tucker -

- “I said I was sorry.” | x Reader (Angst Oneshot)(in the works)

🦟 - Clyde Donovan -

🎤 - Jimmy Valmer -

☕️ - Tweek Tweak -

💵 - Tolkien Black -

🩸 - Pete Thelman-

🚬 - Michael -

🛼 - SERIES -

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Hello hey hi! Welcome to the skating rink! Don’t fall, take your time, and DON’T PANIC!

-🛼 About Me -

- 18+, and college been kicking ALL ass

- call me Garb, GR, whatever works best I like nicknames

- She/Her

- I love talking to new people, don’t be afraid to say hello!!

- Love love theatre and musicals

- aspiring writer and have this blog just for fun!

- mainly Kenny and Kyle gang ong

- I am actually very new to writing and some stuff when it comes to fanfics, so please slander or be patient whatever works 🙏🔥😈

-🛼 Request Information -

- ALL CHARACTERS ARE AGED UP! I WILL ONLY BE WRITING FOR 18+ CHARACTERS!! TEEN AU, ADULT AU, WHATEVER AS LONG AS ITS SOMETHING AKIN TO THAT! 🤮🤮

- will write Angst, fluff, or platonic hcs, SOMETIMES I’ll do fics and such, but I mainly do hcs

- SFW always ok! NSFW is alright, but I’m allowed to decline anything I feel uncomfortable with

- Minors no interacting with the NSFW posts or at all if you can help it 🚨

- no kinks like scat, piss, etc.

- I will write for Kyle, Kenny, Stan, Cartman, Butters, Craig, Tweek, Tolkien, Jimmy, Clyde, Pete, and Michael

- only write Aged Up!South Park x Fem or Gender Neutral!Reader

- Requests are currently…….OPEN!

-🛼 Masterlist -

- requests: 2

- Drafts: 6

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- 🛼 MESSAGE: BOUTTA BE POSTING A WHOLE LOTTA STUFF SOON GANG 🔥🔥🔥