#pete x Craig

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Like Dinosaurs | Craig x Pete x Stan

Info/Warnings:

High School AU, referenced/implied sexual content but No Smut, kissing/making out, swearing bc its South Park, headcanon that Pete lives with his uncle bc I say so

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Pete "Hairflip Goth" Thelman did not expect for this happen- 'this' being Stanley "Stan" Marsh and Craig Tucker showing up at the Goth Kid's smoking spot (Michael and Henrietta graduated last year, and Firkle had been hanging out with the Canadian boy, Ike Broflovski, more and more, so Pete has been alone for a good awhile now)- kissing, no less! And yet, here he is, staring wide-eyed at the two of hottest guys in school- in the whole damn town!- as they lock lips in front of him as if he isn't even there. 

(Maybe to them, Pete isn't. In fact, Pete is almost certain they didn't even see him when he walked up- seems they were too busy sucking face to even make it to the goddamn table! Hell, it seems Craig just pinned Stan to the wall and held him there like he was some fucking helpless cheerleader! (ironic, considering Stan IS South Park High's star quarterback and could easily overpower Craig with his muscles, despite lacking in height.))

(Pete wants to be both Stan and Craig; wants to be restrained by Craigs lengthy height, while also wanting to encase Stan with his own height, though not as tall as Craig.)

It doesn't seem like the two will stop kissing anytime soon, and Pete, despite enjoying the show, isn't comfortable with watching others without their explicit consent. So, the romantic goth just turns to walk away. I can always go back to what I did before I met the other goths, I guess. Eating in the toilets it is.

As Pete begins to walk away, he hears a moan and freezes- well, he would've, if he hadn't just tripped over his own two feet and fallen face first to the ground with a yelped "shit!", his metal Edgar Allen Poe lunch box slipping from his grasp and landing a couple of feet away.

Maybe if I don't move, they won't see me. Like dinosaurs.

A moment of silence passes. Then another.

...Pete hears shuffling behind him, then feels a pair of footsteps right next to him.

"Ya gonna get up, or what, hairflip?" The voice is nasally and deep- hot, and when Pete looks up, he sees Craig mother-fucking Tucker standing above him.

"Nah," Pete says with all the confidence in the world, a goofy grin spread wide on his face as if he didn't just gay panic and fall to the ground after catching two (incredibly) good looking men make out and then proceed to lay on said ground in embarrassment, "I like it down here."

A snort comes from behind Craig, and then Stan Marsh is also standing right next to Pete's fallen body; but whereas Craig just stands there, Stan reaches out a hand and offers to pull the goth back up onto his feet. "Can't be that comfortable down there, Thelman."

After a moment's hesitation, Pete accepts the offer and grabs onto Stan's hand, allowing himself to be pulled up from the ground- Holy shiiit, he's strong!

"Thanks..." Pete looks up once he's back on his feet, only to be met face-to-face with Stan, "bro."

The word comes out awkward and strained, and Pete has to stop himself from flinching.

Stan raises an eyebrow. "Uh, no problem... dude?"

A nasally laugh has both Pete and Stan turning towards Craig, who looks at them like they're idiots. "Y'all might as well fuck and get it over with."

Stan screeches- screeches! - and looks like he's about ready to punch that stoic expression off of Craig's face.

Pete, on the other hand, grins again despite the color creeping up on his cheeks. "I'm down. What do you say, big boy?"

Again, Stan makes a noise of disbelief.

"Told ya he was gay, Marsh." Craig nudges Stan, making him stumble into Pete; the two of them grab on each other's arms, Pete's gay panic returning as he feels Stan's hands grip onto his biceps. "I totally caught him staring your ass the other day."

Oh, shit.

(Pete had, in fact, been staring at Stan's ass the other day, and he knew he'd been caught by Craig when the chullo hat adorned man looked him in the eyes and raised his eyebrows; Pete had tried to play it off, raising his brows back, but Craig kept his normally stoic expression (seriously, does the guy not know how to make any other face?!) and flipped the goth off before turning away.)

"He was not!" Stan denies Craig's claim, looking into Pete's eyes as he pulls away, regaining his balance. "Right, Thelman? Tell him!"

"Yeah, uh..." Pete trails off, rubbing the back of his neck and looking from Stan to Craig, who raises his lips a little in a small smirk (So he DOES know how to make other expressions!), then back to Stan. "He's not wrong."

"What?!" Stan glares at Pete, though his look holds no malice, only disbelief and slight confusion.

Pete smiles sheepishly. "What? You gotta nice ass, dude!"

"Damn right he does." Craig snorts and smacks Stan's ass. "'s even better when he's on his hands and knees."

"I'm leaving. Neither of you talk to me ever again." Stan turns around and begins walking away (he doesn't trip like Pete had).

"See ya tonight, princess!" Craig calls to Stan's retreating figure, the words, though obviously meaning to be mocking, sounding almost concerned.

And Stan, whether he catches the tone in Craig's voice or not, sticks up his middle finger without missing a step (Really taking after his boyfriend(? friend with benefits?), huh). "Fuck you, Tucker!"

(Pete and Craig both shamelessly watch Stan walk away, and Craig even wolf-whistles.)

When Stan is out of sight, Craig turns towards Pete.

"Your uncle works late, yeah? We'll be over later." Craig walks always before Pete can form a coherent sentence, throwing his middle finger up in goodbye. "See ya, Thelman!"

It's only as Pete bends over to pick up his abandoned lunchbox that he remembers: Craig Tucker works at the gas station situated across the trailer park where Pete lives.

Fuck.

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I don’t think this is THE cringiest thing I’ve ever made,,, but its gotta be in the top 5.

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Bounded SMAU. {Masterlist}

Clyde Donovan x Reader. Previous. || Next. buttons no longer work.

Summary.| As a member of an upcoming band, Y/N L/N doesn’t exactly believe in long lasting romantic relationships. However her best friend does, and that’s what got her here. Y/N wants to prove to her best friend Nicole she’s over Tolkien and on her way to a happy ever after. So, like any self-respecting woman she kisses the first guy she sees when she thinks Nicole is watching.

Turns out that man is none other that Clyde Donovan, much to her dismay. Clyde is a young hotshot artist and well known for his arsey ways. Which is why Y/N is positively floored when he agrees to be her fake boyfriend.

Cw.| Language, explicit sex, sexual harassment, degrading treatment/phrases, slight misogyny.

✯{The Band}✯

Brainstorm : || Twitters ||

✯{Other Artists}✯

Clyde and Pete : || Twitters ||

✯{The Extras}✯

Friends and Lovers : || Twitters ||

✯{the opening act}✯

[0.01]

✯{Main Act}✯

Parts.| [0.01][0.02][0.03][0.04][0.05][0.06][0.07][0.08][0.09][0.10] [0.11][0.12]

✯{Encore}✯

Parts.| [0.06-extra][0.08-extra][0.10-extra][0.11-extra]

✯To know what the characters are up to search “Bounded Character Statuses” on my profile.✯

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Some south park sketches i did today in German class with my beste freundin @fearallvv . Also i have NEVER watched an episode of south park, she just described me the characters on a little paper and i drew ‘em.

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I-….. I-….. I CAN’T…..

I like this ship and you can’t do anything with me

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I'm kinda late, but Happy Pride Month to everybody!! <33

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❄️ Hey there! I’ve recently gotten back into the roleplaying community, and I’m violently craving a South Park roleplay! To begin, I am 23 and in college, so replies may not come daily, but I will say they will be sent 2-3 times a week! 18+ partners only! I’m literate to advanced, sending 4-5 hefty paragraphs per reply, so I’d prefer my partners to be similar! However, quality >>> quantity always.

Anywho, let’s get to the good stuff! Currently, I’m very fixated on an apocalypse-themed South Park roleplay! Zombies, alien parasites, the works! NSFW themes are preferred; gore, horror, smut, etc! All characters will be aged up, of course!

For pairs, I prefer MxM! The character I’d like to play will be listed first, and pairs will be listed with my most desired at the top!

Kenny x Stan

Kenny x Michael

Kenny x Pete

Pete x Michael

Pete x Stan

Kyle x Stan

Tweek x Craig

Kenny x Craig

I stick to Discord when it comes to writing, but I use Tumblr to plot out the roleplay and get to know my partner beforehand! Please like this post and I’ll reach out! Thanks a bunch! 🍻

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Monkey D. Luffy/Roronoa Zoro (One Piece)

Kyojuro Rengoku/Akaza (Demon Slayer)

Mikhail”Misha” [Heavy]/Dr. Ludwig [Medic] (Team Fortress 2)

Dave Strider/Karkat Vantas (Homestuck)

Chu Shuzhi/Guo Changcheng (Guardian, 2018)

Oliver Marks/James Farrow (If We Were Villains)

David Starsky/Kenneth "Hutch" Hutchinson (Starsky & Hutch)

Tinn/Gun (My School President)

Loki Odinson/Mobius M. Mobius (Loki)

Jaime Reyes/Bart Allen (DC Comics)

Levi Schmitt/Nico Kim (Grey's Anatomy)

Ren Amamiya or Akira Kurusu/Goro Akechi (Persona 5)

Wallace Price/ Hugo Freeman (Under the Whispering Door)

Daffy Duck/Bugs Bunny (Looney Toons)

Shen Wei/Zhao Yunlan (Guardian, 2018)

Isak Valtersen/Even Bech Næsheim (SKAM)

Henry "Monty" Montague/Percy Newton (Montague Siblings)

Nico di Angelo/Will Solace (Camp Half-Blood Chronicles)

Argos/Mr. Plant (The World of Mr. Plant)

Richard St Vier/Alec Campion (Swordspoint Universe)

Klaus Hargreeves/Dave Katz (The Umbrella Academy)

Woody/Buzz Lightyear (Toy Story)

Victor Lawson/Hap (In the Lives of Puppets

Charlie/Babe (Pit Babe The Series)

Fred/Shaggy (Scooby-Doo)

Simon Snow/Tyrannus Basilton "Baz" Grimm-Pitch (Carry On)

Gaius Octavius/Jedediah Smith (Night at the Museum)

Sound/Win (My School President)

Pat/Pran (Bad Buddy)

Mike Wazowski/James "Sulley" P. Sullivan (Monsters, Inc.)

Nicholas “Nick” Bell/ Seth Gray (The Extraordinaries)

Evan 'Buck' Buckley/Edmundo 'Eddie' Diaz (9-1-1)

Sean/White (Not Me: The Series)

Vegas Theerapanyakun/Pete Saengtham (Kinnporsche: The Series)

Runaan/Ethari (The Dragon Prince)

Larry Daley/Ahkmenrah (Night at the Museum)

Tintin/Captain Archibald Haddock (Tintin comics)

Bai Lang/Jin Xun An (My Tooth Your Love)

Napoleon Solo/Illya Kuryakin (The Man from U.N.C.L.E)

Wario/Waluigi (Mario franchise)

Peter Parker/Miguel O'Hará (Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse)

Steve Rogers/Anthony "Tony" Stark (Marvel Comics)

Dave Miller/Jack "Old sport" Kennedy (Dayshift at Freddy's)

Boston/Nick (Only Friends)

Kinn Theerapanyakun/Porsche Kittisawasd (Kinnporsche: The Series)

Satoru Gojo/Suguru Geto (Jujutsu Kaisen)

Craig Cuttlefish/Octavio Takowasa (Splatoon)

Tulio/Miguel (The Road to El Dorado)

Sun Wukong/Neptune Vasilias (RWBY)

Zachary Ezra Rawlins/Dorian (The Starless Sea)

Fox Mulder/Alex Krycek (The X-Files)

Thomas/Newt (The Maze Runner)

Fulgrim/Ferrus Manus (Warhammer 40k)

Kim Theerapanyakun/Porchay Kittisawasd (Kinnporsche: The Series)

Alec Lightwood/Magnus Bane (The Mortal Instruments)

Tan/Bun (Manner of Death)

Qrow Branwen/Clover Ebi (RWBY)

Rhy Maresh/Alucard Emery (Shades of Magic)

Yashiro Isana/Kuroh Yatogami (K Project)

Jaskier/Geralt of Rivia (The Witcher)

Dustfinger/Mortimer "Mo" Folchart (Inkworld series)

Brandon/Sky (Winx Club)

Phineas Taylor “P. T.” Barnum/Phillip Carlyle (The Greatest Showman)

Alfred Hillinghead/Henry Ashe (Bodies TV Show)

Baal/Inanna (The Wicked + the Divine)

Timothy "Tim" Drake/Bernard Dowd (DC Comics)

Vash the Stampede/Nicholas D. Wolfwood (Trigun Stampede)

Anthony Lockwood/Quill Kipps (Lockwood and Co)

Henry Winter/Francis Abernathy (The Secret History)

Crowley/Aziraphale (Good Omens)

Dainix/Falst (Aurora Comic)

Prince Rupert/Prince Amir (The Two Princes)

Finn/Poe Dameron (Star Wars)

Jean Luc Picard/Q (Star Trek: The Next Generation)

Will Stronghold/Warren Peace (Sky High)

Heart/Li Ming (Moonlight Chicken)

Wallace Wells/Todd Ingram (Scott Pilgrim Takes Off)

Sunai/Veyadi Lut (The Archive Undying)

Linus Baker/Arthur Parnassus (The House in the Cerulean Sea)

Aaron Slaughter/Jace Boucher (House of Slaughter)

Hercule Poirot/Captain Arthur Hastings (Hercule Poirot)

Phaya/Tharn (The Sign)

Hercules/Iolaus (Hercules: The Legendary Journeys)

Todd/Black (Not Me: The Series)

Julio "Rictor" Esteban Richter/Shatterstar (Marvel Comics)

Wen Kexing/Zhou Zishu (Word of Honor)

Siffrin/Isabeau (In Stars and time)

Kendall Knight/Logan Mitchell (Big Time Rush TV Show)

Yuichiro Hiyakuya/Mikaela Hyakuya (Owari no Seraph/Seraph of the End)

Palm/Nuengdiao (Never Let Me Go)

Khatha/Dome (Midnight Museum)

Asterix/Obelix (Asterix Comics)

Bowser/Luigi (Mario Franchise)

Lucien "Luc" O'Donnell/Oliver Blackwood (London Calling)

Kazuki Kurusu/Rei Suwa (Buddy Daddies)

Benjamin “Ben” Tennyson/Kevin Ethan Levin (Ben 10: Alien Force)

Lumière/Cogsworth (Beauty and the Beast)

Damian Wayne/Jon Kent (DC Comics)

Spy/Dell Conagher [Engineer] (Team Fortress 2)

Shanks/Buggy (One Piece)

Jesper Fahey/Wylan Van Ecks (Six of Crows)

Harold Finch/John Reese (Person of Interest)

Ulrich Stern/Odd Della Robbia (Code Lyoko)

Vincent Freeman/Jerome Morrow (Gattaca)

Eustass Kid/Killer (One Piece)

Christopher Hitchcock/Jalil Sherman (Everworld)

Frodo Baggins/Samwise Gamgee (Lord of the Rings)

Edgin Darvis/Xenk Yendar (Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among Thieves)

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These are all the links to my South Park fanfics. I hope this is laid out well. These are what all the symbols next to some of the links mean.

♡ - Mild nsfw

◇ - Full nsfw

● - Completed series

○ - Ongoing series

☆ - One shot

Many fics or chapters may not have a symbol next to them, but this does not mean they don't contain mature topics. I put warnings before every chapter so you'll know what it has.

All characters are over 18 unless stated otherwise

These fics are sorted by character

If you don't see a character you want a fic for let me know

Asking for nsfw content is okay

Kyle Broflozski

-College AU- ●

01 02: 'So it's a date?' 03: 'How'd it go?' ♡ 04: 'Official' 05: 'Good Morning' ◇ 06: 'Fantasy'

-Peace by your side- ○

Prologue 01 02 03

-One-shots- ☆

Prom with Kyle Broflozski Part 1: Cartman, Stan, Kyle Chubby reader smut-shot ◇

Stan Marsh

-Cheating story S1- ●

01: 'How's that for an autograph?' ◇ 02: 'Guilt' 03: 'Who was it?' ◇ 04: 'It isn't you' 05: 'Don't go'

-Stan x reader S2- ○

01: 'Sarah' 02: 'Missed calls' 03: Meeting 04: Barging in 05: Do you? 06: More than happy 07: Game Plan 08: Pickups and unloads

-One-shots- ☆

Prom with Stan Marsh 01: Cartman, Stan, Kyle

Kenny McCormick

-Ex story- ●

01: Or not 02: Jealousy 03: Mistake 04: Ice cold loneliness 05: Hangover Breakfast 06: I'm here 07: No expense 08: Peace

-One-shots- ☆

Prom with Kenny Mccormick 02: Kenny, Butters, Clyde

Butters/ Marjorine x readers

-Marjorine x reader- ●

01: What is my name? 02: Leo? 03: Rejection therapy 04: As terrifying as it might be 05: The plan 06: Can we talk 07: Out 08: Funeral

-One-shots- ☆

Prom with Butters Stotch 02: Kenny, Butters, Clyde

Craig Tucker x readers

-Sleepover series- ○

01: 'I hate you' 02: 'Sleepover' ◇ 03: 'Plus one' ◇

-One-shots- ☆

Prom with Craig Tucker 03: Craig, Tweek, Tolkien

Scott Tenorman

-Bound- ○

01 02 03 - coming soon

Cartman x readers

-First impressions-

01: Good thing 02: Potato salad 03: Plastic 04: Night out 05: Friends 06: Time

-One-shots-

Prom with Eric Cartman 01: Cartman, Stan, Kyle

Other characters

-Prom series- ☆

Prom with Tweek Tweak Prom with Tolkien Black Prom with Clyde Donovan Prom with Clyde pt2 Prom with Pete Thelman Prom with Jimmy Valmer

-SP characters as dads- ☆

04: Jimmy, Ike, Kevin

-Headcanons- ☆

Clyde headcanons

This may change so if something is off look back here for updates as fics continue and conclude and new fics start. thank you for the support it means a lot 🩷

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【SOUTH PARK ROLEPLAY SERVER】

☆ We are a decently established discord roleplay group who just did an entire plot restart and are looking for new members to fill some much wanted character roles! ☆

Requirements:

☆ Must be 18+, this is non-negotiable as most members are 19 or above.

☆ NO drama will be tolerated. We ask everyone to have fun, but please be respectful of how others portray their characters.

☆ ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18 OR OLDER!! Unless they are a younger sibling, the rest will be 18!!

☆ We do use the Tupper bot as well!

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【UNAVAILABLE CHARACTERS】

《Characters currently being played》

Tweek - Craig - Stan - Kyle - Kenny - Cartman - Wendy - Bebe - Kevin Stoley - Pete Thelmen - Henrietta - Annie Knitts - David Rodriguez - Clyde Donovan - Trent Boyett - Bridon - Davey Harrison - Gary Harrison - Christophe - Gregory - Tricia Tucker - BloodRayne(Katie) - Karen McCormick - Michael(Tall Goth) - Pip Pirrup - Damien Thorn - Red - Ike - Jimmy - Heidi - Butters- Mercedes - Porsche - Charlotte - Lizzy - Rebecca Cotswold -

【Active Ships】

Creek, Stary, Kyvid, Bendy, Kenman, Hennie(henriettaxannie), Gregstophe, Revin, Mercyde(Mercedes x Clyde), Brete( Bridon x Pete) and Dip.

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【WANTED CHARACTERS】

Tolkien Black - Timmy Burch - Scott Malkinson - Mike Makowski - Firkle - Nichole Daniels - Thomas (Le Petit Tourette) - Estella Havisham - Leslie Meyers - Nelly - Bradley Biggle - Shelly Marsh - Jenny Simmons ‐ Lola - Jason White - Alejandro White - Timmy- Pocket - Spencer Hollis- Brimmy - Josh (Hannibal Kid)- Dogpoo- Bradley (Cartman Sucks)- Corey Lanskin- Davey Solokov - Jessica Rodriguez- Marc Cotswolds- Sophie- Tammy- Tommy- Ferrari- Heather- Lexus- Allison- Annie Gelson- Larry- Ravyncrowe- Ryan- Vladimir- Amanda Harrison- Dougie- Flora- Filmore- Jeni - Jenny Harrison- Kevin McCormick- Mark Harrison- Billy Miller

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Any character will be accepted, even if one is not listed! Just let us know what character you want, and that's fine! We are 100% okay with background characters, too. Just let us know exactly who! Otherwise, it's free to choose! You may even choose an adult/parent if you would like, but please let us know due to certain plot points!

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✯[0.11-extra]✯

Main story.| Previous || Next

AN: this comes before 0.11

Note: there is a significant link between the amount of sunscreen poured in my hands and the intensity of my desire to murder Nichole.

“Now go right.”

“Got it.” Kyle’s finger flicked the indicator. A clicking sound filling the small car. “Going right.”

“No don’t listen to Craig. Turn left.”

Craig leaned forward and swatted Nichole’s arm. “Kyle, trust me. Nicholes never been to the farm. It’s on the right.”

“Google Maps says left.”

“Google Maps is wrong.”

“What do I do?” Kyle made a face in the rearview mirror. “Left or right? N/N, what do I do?”

In the back seat, you looked up from the car window and shrugged. “Try right; if it’s wrong, we’ll just turn around.” You shot Nichole a quick apologetic glance, but she and Craig were too busy mock-glaring each other to notice.

Kyle grimaced. “We’ll be late. God; I hate these stupid picnics.”

“We are, like”—you glanced at the cars clock—“one hour late already, I think we can add an extra ten minutes to that. I just hope there’s some food left.” Your stomach had been growling for the past two hours, and there was no way everyone in the car hadn’t noticed.

After the minor argument you’d had with Clyde over text, you’d been tempted to simply skip the picnic. Hole yourself up in your room and practice the drums—just like you had all weekend—ignore the fact you had told him to fuck off in one of the messages later on, and with every little reason. You could use the time to work on a report you were doing for your friend, which was providing a trickery time than you had originally thought when agreeing to it—probably because you were essentially unprepared for everything. But you’d changed your mind last minute, telling yourself that you’d promised Clyde you’d meet here and show off to the department chair. It would be unfair of you to back out after he’d done more than his share of the deal when it came to convincing Nichole.

That was of course in the very unlikely case he still wanted anything to do with you.

“Don’t worry, Kyle,” Nichole said. “We’ll get there eventually. If anyone asks lest say that a mountain lion attacked us. God, why is it so hot? I bought sunblock, by the way. SPF thirsty and fifty. No one is going anywhere without putting it on.”

In the back seat you, Tolkien and Craig exchanged a resigned look, well acquainted with Nichole’s sunscreen obsession.

The picnic was in full swing when you finally arrived, as crowded as most events with free food. You made a beeline for the tables and waved at your advisor, who was sitting in the shade of a giant oak tree with other faculty members. You’d advisor waved back. No doubt please to see that her advice is probably what got you here. You smiled weakly in a valiant attempt to not look resentful, grabbed a Chester of white grapes, and popped one into your mouth while letting your gaze wander around the fields.

Nichole was right. This may was uncommonly hot. There were people everywhere, sitting on the lawn chairs, laying down in the grass, walking in and out of barns—all enjoying the whether. A few were eating from plastic plates on folding tables close to the main house. There were at least thirty games going on—a verity’s on valley ball with the players standing in a circled, a soccer match, and something that involved a frisbee and over a dozen half dressed dudes.

“What are they even playing?” You asked Nichole. You spotted Tweek tackle someone from admin and looked back to the almost empty tables, cringing. Slim picking was all that was left. You wanted a sandwich. A bag of chips. Anything.

“Ultimate Frisbee, i think? I don’t know. Did you put on sunblock? You’re wearing a tank top and shorts, so you really should.”

You but into another grape. “You Americans and your fake sports.”

“I’m pretty sure there are Canadian tournaments of Ultimate Frisbee, too. You know what’s not fake?”

“Melanoma. Put on some sunscreen.”

“I will, Mom.” You smiled. “Can I eat first?”

“Eat what? There’s nothing left. Oh, there’s some corn bread over there.”

“Oh, cool. Pass it over.”

“Don’t eat the corn bread, guys.” Tolkien popped up between you and Nichole. “Kenny said that some guys needed all over it. Where did Kyle go?”

“Parking—holy shit.”

You looked up from your perusal of the table, alarmed by the urgency in Nichole’s tone. “What?”

“Just, holy shit.”

“Yeah, what—”

“Holy shit.”

“You mentioned that already.”

“Because—holy shit.”

You glanced around trying to figure out what was going on. “What is—oh there’s Kyle. Maybe he found something to eat?”

“Is that Donovan?”

You were already walking toward Kyle to fine something edible and skip the whole sunscreen nonsense altogether but when you heard Clydes name, you stopped dead in your tracks. Or maybe it wasn’t Clydes names but the way Nichole’s was saying it. “What? Where?”

Tolkien pointed at the Ultimate Frisbee crowd. “That’s him, right? Shirtless?”

“Holy shit,” Nichole repeated, her vocabulary suddenly pretty limited, given here twenty something years speaking English. “Is that a six-pack?”

Tolkien blinked. “Might even be an eight-pack.”

“Are those his real shoulder?” Nichole asked. “Did he have shoulder-enhancement surgery?”

“That must be how he used the contract money,” Craig said. “I don’t think shoulders like that exist in nature.”

“God, is that Donovan’s chest?” Kyle leaned his chin over your shoulder “was that thing under his shirt while he was being a dick and shredding my chords a new one? N/N why didn’t you say he was shredded?”

You just stood there, rooted to the ground, arms dangling uselessly at your sides. Because I didn’t know. Because i had no idea. Or maybe you had, a bit, from seeing him push that truck the yesterday—though you’d been trying to suppress that particular mental image.

“Unbelievable” Nichole pulled your hand toward herself, overturning it to squirt a healthy dose of lost job on your palm. “Here, put this in your shoulders. And your legs. And your face, too—you’re probably at thought risk for all sorts of skin stuff, freckles McFreckleface. Ky, you too.”

You nodded numbly and began to massage the sunscreen into your arms and thighs. You breathed in the smell of coconut oil; trying really hard not to the about Clyde and about the fact he really did look like that. Mostly failing, but hey.

“Are there actual studies?” Tolkien asked.

“Mmm?” Nichole was pulling her hair into a bun.

“On the link between freckles and skin cancer”

“I don’t know.”

“Feels like there would be.”

“True. I wanna know now.”

“Hold on. Is there Wi-Fi here?”

“N/N do you have internet?”

You wiped your hands in a napkin that looked mostly unused. “I left my phone in Kyle’s car.”

You turned your head away from Nichole and Tolkien who were studying the screen of Tolkiens iPhone, until you had a good view of the Ultimate Frisbees group—fourteen men and zero women. It probably had to go with the general excess if testosterone in your work place. At least half of the players were people you were sure you’d never seen before except Clyde, of course, and Pete, and Tweek who despite his usual jittery self and then was doing a fairly good job at not-jittering to say he’s usually pumped up with caffeine to a point of concern. All men were equally shirtless. Though, no. Not equal at all. There was nothing equal about Clyde.

You weren’t like this. You were really not. You could count the number of guys your been this viscerally attracted to on one hand. Actually—on one finger. And at the moment said guy was running towards you, because Pete Thelman, and bless his heart, had just thrown the Frisbee way too clumsily, and it was now in a patch of grass approximately ten feet from you. And Clyde, shirtless Clyde, just happened to be the one closest to where it landed.

“Oh, check out this paper.” Tolkien sounded excited.

“Khalesi et al., 2013. It’s a meta-analysis. ‘Cutaneous markers of photo-damage and risk of basal cell carcinoma of the skin.’ In cancer epidemiology, biomarkers and prevention.”

Tolkien fist pumped. “Y/N are you listening?”

Nope. No, you were not. You were mostly trying to help the your brain, and your eyes, too. Of your fake boyfriend and the sudden warm ache in your stomach. You just wished that you were elsewhere. That you were temporarily blind and deaf.

“Hear this: solar lentigines had weak but positive association with basal cell carcinoma, with odds ratios around 1.5. Okay i don’t like this. Tolkien hold the phone. I’m giving Y/N more sunscreen. Here’s SPF fifty; it’s probably what you need.”

You tore your eyes from Clyde’s chest, no alarmingly close, and turned around, stepping away from Nichole. “Wait. I already put some on.”

“Y/N,” Nichole told you, with that sensible, motherly tone she used whenever you dipped and confessed that you mostly got your veggie servings from french fries, or that you washed your colours and whites in the same load. “You know the literature.”

“I do not know the literature, and neither do you, you just know one line from one abstract and—”

Nichole grabbed your hand again and poured half a gallon of lotion in it. So much of it that you had to use your left palm to prevent it from spilling over—until you were just standing there like an idiot, you hands cupped like a beggar as you half frowns in goddamn sunscreen.

“Here you go.” Nichole smiled brightly. “Now you can protect yourself from basal cell carcinoma. Which, frankly, sounds awful.”

“I…” you would have face-palmed, if you’d had the freedom to move your upper limbs. “I hate sunscreen. It’s sticky and it makes me smell like a piña colada and—this is way too much.”

“Just put on as much as your skin will absorb. Especially around the freckled areas. The rest you can share with someone.”

“Okay. Nichole, you take some, you too Kyle. You’re a ginger for God’s sake.”

“A redhead with no freckles, though.” He smiled proudly like he’d created his genotype all on his own.

You turned to Tolkien. “I already put on a ton. Thanks, babe.” He leans down for a brief kiss to Nichole’s cheek, which almost devolved into a make out session.

You tried not to sigh. “Guys, what do I do with this?”

“Just find someone else. Where did Craig go?”

Tolkien snorted. “Over there, with Scott.”

“Scott?”

“Yeah that guy with diabetes, you know the one.”

“Is he pissing him off? Or—”

“Guys.” It good all you had not to yell. “I have no mobility. Please, fix this sunscreen mess your created.”

“God, N/N” Nichole rolled her eyes. “Your so dramatic sometimes. Hang on—” she waved at someone behind your, and when she spoke her voice was much louder. “Hey, Donovan! Have you put on sunscreen yet?”

In the span of a microsecond your entire brain burst into flames then crumbled into a pile of ashes. Just like that, one hundred million neurones, one thousand billion glial cells, and who know how many millilitres of cerebrospinal fluid, just ceased to exist. The rest of your body was not doing very well, either, since you could feel your organs shut down in real time. From the very beginning of your acquaintance with Clyde there had been about ten instances of you wishing to drop dead on the spot, cor the earth to open up and swallow your whole, for a cataclysm to hit and spare you from the embarrassment of your interactions. This time, though it felt as though the end of the world might happen for real.

Don’t turn around, what’s left of your central nervous system told you. Pretend you didn’t hear Nichole. Will this into nonexistence. But it was impossible. There was this triangle of sorts, formed by You, Nichole in front of you, and Clyde probably—surely—standing behind you; it wasn’t as if your had a choice. Any choice. Especially when Clyde, who couldn’t possibly imagine the depraved direction of Nichole’s thoughts, who couldn’t possibly see the bucketful of sunscreen that had taken residence in your hands, said, “No.”

Well. Shit.

You spun around, and there he was—sweaty holding a Frisbee in his left hand and so very, very shirtless. He walked over to you, a perplexed look briefly occupying his face before he returned to his regular stoic one, then one of slight shock upon seeing your hands. He knew exactly what was coming.

“Perfect. Y/N has some extra, why don’t you let her put it on you?” Somehow the complete severity of the situation only just dawned on you when the words left Nichole’s lips. You were going to have to touch him. Touch his abs. And his large shoulder blades. His large shoulders—

“Oh okay, sure.” He threw the Frisbee back to the game telling them that he had to do something. Your eyes shot to him. Why was he agreeing to this? Many thoughts circled your mind. The main one being panic. You couldn’t do this. No way. There was no way you would lather Clyde Donovan in sunscreen in front of every person you have ever—and will ever know. Your eyes flickered between the sunscreen in your hands and Clyde’s broad chest. You were not going to do this. No way in hell. You couldn’t. And yet the sunscreen in your hands had starts to seep through the cracks in your hands leaving you with only one choice.

Fuck your life, for a real one.

You took once glance at Clyde to check his expression, you wanted him to retract his former statement, tell you that it was absolutely unacceptable considering the fact that you had only known this guy for a little over two month now and had spoken to him a total of twenty-three times and hardly knew anything about him. And despite all that wishing his expression didn’t change.

You raised your hand and started to massage the sunscreen into his chest. His firm chest. You tried your very best not you but the sweat began to collect in your hairline and the way that the sun was shining on you there was so doubt he could see it, glistening.

“Y/N.” Clyde said, it wasn’t loud enough that the group now behind you could hear but it was loud enough that your could hear. You looked up at him, his mouth did one of those twitch-things of his again. “Don’t worry about it.”

You heaved a sigh. He was right, you guys were going to find yourself in situations like this all the time now, considering you had a track record for it with Nichole. However that didn’t make the situation any less embarrassing. If anything that made you more embarrassed at the mere thought of something of this monstrosity happening ever again. Part of you couldn’t believe what you had gotten yourself into the other part told you you were insane. Of course this was your life, of course because what other purpose would your best friend had than to make it hell?

You continued to massage it into his skin. “Hey, Y/N are you good for a room when we go to Pete’s thing?” Your head whipped around to Nichole as a small seed of anxiety planted itself in your thoughts. What on earth could that question entail?

“I thought we’d be sharing?”

“Well, about that. I’m going to share with Tolkien, do you mind?”

Right, of course. “No! Not at all.” You forced a tight smile onto your face and looked back at Clyde, trying to focus all your attention on him.

“You’re gonna be okay for getting a room? You’re sure?”

“Positive!” You were lying to your best friend. While it felt shitty this is what you had wanted, this is what you had asked for at the start of all this, you had to be happy.

You focused fully on Clyde, blocking all of the thoughts about how you were going to stay in LA for a week out of your head and to be thought about on a later date. By now, you had fully coated Clydes front. You looked up at him. He cocked his head ever so slightly. His thick brown hair sticking to his forehead.

“Can you turn around? I finished your front.” He nodded then turned around. You were now met with his back. Holy shit was his back big. You couldn’t see all his muscles. Which wasn’t something you were typically attracted too but considering when he’s dressed he looks so skinny, his sleeper build was causing that heat to erupt in your stomach again. You were going to fight it off but you were interrupted by Clydes awkward swaying, you’d been buried in your mind for far too long.

You began to massage the sunscreen into his back, his muscles moved a little, jolting when you hit tight spots. This felt wrong. Like an outer body experience. Part of you thought you were going to double down on yourself at at moment. It was all just too much. You wanted you laugh at the pure idiocy of the situation but at the same time you wanted to cry at it. It was wrong—on every level possible.

You finished his back as fast as you could finishing it off with two taps on his back to let him know you were done—something you would cringe about when trying to fall asleep that night. He turned back to you. You looks at him, straining your neck. Why was he so goddamn tall?

“Well, thank you Y/N and thank you Nichole for…watching out for me?” With that he ran back to the game. Maybe he was still annoyed at you for the yesterdays mini argument. You stood rooted to the spot for a moment before turning around and grabbing the same napkin you had used the first time to wipe you hands and wiped them again.

“Wow.” Kyle said, approaching you. “That was an insane amount of sexual tension I just saw.”

You whipped your head around to Kyle, a breathy laugh forcing out of your lungs. “I have no clue what you’re talking about, Ky.”

“That was like hella sexual. You just lathered him up N/N.”

“So what? It’s just an acquaintance helping an acquaintance.”

“Psh. Yeah right.”

“What? I’m being serious Kyle.” Your voice went a few octaves higher than you would have liked.

“Sure. If you guys ever fuck don’t say I didn’t tell you it would happen.” You rolled your eyes and shoved his shoulder. He dramatically stumbled away from you causing you to roll your eyes once again. Before he could get back up you walked over to Tolkien and Nichole who were now finally joined by Craig.

“Y/N I just saw that m scene with Donovan when I was talking to Scott, what was with the PDA?”

You stared at him. Dumbfound.

“Well come on. You used to complain about how gross couples who publicly doted on each were, where’s that same energy now?”

You stared at him a second more. Craig Tucker. Your childhood best friend and known for being a notorious asshole when it came to teasing. There was nothing Craig did better then pissing people off, which was being shown ever so clearly to you in that moment, one of the main factors to answer for why people don’t like him.

It took you more than physically restraint to not tell him to fuck off, or to sock him right in the face, instead you opted for the latter’s latter and shoved his head back, plopping yourself next to Nichole leaving a spot for Kyle next to you.

You would be counting down the seconds till you could go home.

Masterlist

Taglist: @bootsieboo @ryenwritess @h3artilly @southparktegreity @

[mcavoy-girl]

We need more fanfiction of the following characters/celebs:

Dean Winchester x reader from Supernatural

Charles Xavier x reader from X-Men

Erik Lehnsherr x reader from X-Men

Robbie Turner x reader from Atonement

Beau Arlen x reader from Big Sky

Soldier boy x reader from The Boys

Wolverine x reader from X-Men

James McAvoy x reader

Hugh Jackman x (daughter) reader

Michael Fassbender x reader

Tony Stark x reader, preferably daughter!reader from Marvel-movies

Clint Barton x reader from Marvel-movies

Avengers x reader, any Avenger at all really.

Gellert Grindelwald (Johnny Depp) x reader from Fantastic Beasts

Albus Dumbledore (Jude Law) x reader from Fantastic Beasts

Jack Dawson x reader, Titanic

Legolas x reader from Hobbit-movies and Lord of the Rings-movies

Aragorn x reader from Lord of the Rings-movies

Eomer x reader from Lord of the Rings-movies

Faramir x reader from Lord of the Rings-movies

Castiel x reader from Supernatural

LOTR/Hobbit characters x reader

Charlie Hudson x reader from Hudson & Rex

Lord Asriel x reader from His Dark Materials

Nick Ryan x reader from McLeod's daughters

Richard O'Connell x reader from The Mummy movies

Wade Wilson/Deadpool x reader from Deadpool-movies

Richard Castle x reader from Castle

Drover (Hugh Jackman) x reader from Australia

Ronan Keating x reader

Christian x reader from Moulin Rouge

Aidan Turner x reader and his characters x reader

James Bond (Daniel Craig) x reader

Bucky Barnes x reader

Steve Rogers x reader

Obi-Wan Kenobi x reader from Star Wars prequels and Obi-Wan Kenobi-series

Ewan McGregor x reader

Anakin Skywalker x reader from Star Wars prequels

Hayden Christensen x reader

Owen Grady x reader from Jurassic World

Bucky Barnes x reader from Marvel-movies

Sirius Black x reader from Harry Potter- movies

Cedric Diggory x reader from Harry Potter- movies

Draco Malfoy x reader from Harry Potter-movies

Indiana Jones x reader from Indiana Jones- movies

Cillian Murphy x reader

Tommy Shelby x reader from Peaky Blinders

Harry Goodman x daughter reader from Pokemon Detective Pikachu

Pete "Maverick" Mitchell x (daughter) reader from Top Gun/Top Gun: Maverick

Tom "Iceman" Kazansky x (daughter) reader from Top Gun/ Top Gun: Maverick

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x reader from Top Gun: Maverick

Jake "Hangman" Seresin x reader from Top Gun: Maverick

Robin Hood/Robin of Loxley (Taron Egerton) x reader from Robin Hood

Rafe McCawley x reader from Pearl Harbor

Daniel "Danny" Walker x reader from Pearl Harbor

Eggsy Unwin x reader from the Kingsman-movies

I'll add here more as I remember more characters/celebs. I prefer character x female reader. The ones in bold need more fanfiction.

[r4zy]

Im gana make hp art now,

PIKE IT IS!

[pr0f3ss0r-cha0s]

No but Tweek is SO shippable it’s insane. He can kiss all the boys and it’d make sense in one way or another. Like duh, there’s Creek, the og, the cataclysm. But then like. Twutters (Tweek x Butters) works SO well if you work with it (ex: The Bowtie Cult Twutters.) THEN TWIKE (Tweek x Mike Makowski) Aj.Bombay07 made the ship I think and it’s SO COOLLLLLLL. TWYDE, TWYDE TWYDE (Tweek x Clyde) TWENNYYYYY (Tweek x Kenny) I dont necessarily know what Kyle x Tweek would be like but liek, it’s awesome sauce, also Sailcrossed Twyle is LITERALLY so cool. My lover introduced me to Tweek x Pip and OMGKFMF. I’ve also started to think about Tweek x Gregory and I think they’d be fun, especially if Gregory’s characterization is like how he is in Camp Sun Valley. Also Hell Park has got me thinking about Tweek x Christophe and I’m still on the fence about it but it seems cute when you think about it. Idk what Tweek x Stan would be like but I’ve seen cool stuff of them. It’s a similar thing with Tweek x Tolkien, they seem cool but idk what they’d be like. I think Tweek x Pete would be really funny and also they’d have a fun dynamic, like Pete and the other Goth kids have coffee all the time and Tweek LITERALLY works at a coffee shop and is always having coffee, THEYD BE FUN 😿😿 I think Tweek x Gary could be fun but I’m on the fence about it since I think Gary x Craig is funnier. TWEEK X JIMMY, TWIMMY IS ONE OF MY FAVS. THEYD BE SO CUTEEEE 😿😿😿 TWEEKS ALL JITTERY AND JIMMY COULD TRY TO GET HIS SPIRITS UP WITH JOKES AND SHIT 😿 I think Tweek x Kevin Stoley could be funny considering that Kevin’s a massive nerd and it’s like. Tweek freaking out and Kevin being like “this is exactly like in that episode of Star Trek!!” Tweek x Scott Malkinson could be funny, I see the appeal but I’m not really feeling it compared to other pairings on this list. I’ve actually had a dream where Tweek and Jacob Hallery interacted and they were funny silly so Tweek x Jacob Hallery is on there. Tweek x Mark Cotswolds could be funny too, same with Tweek x DogPoo and Tweek x Davíd.

[sp-by-april]

ONE SHOTS for characters without a master list.

SMUT A THON Gary x F!Reader [Parking] Clyde x F!Reader [Soft Dom] Professor Chaos x F!Reader [Hero/Villain] Sub!Clyde x F!Reader [Mommy kink] Craig's Gang x GN!Reader [Slumber Party Fluff] Butters x F!Reader [First Time] Butters x F!Reader [Mating Press] Damien x F!Reader [BDSM] Clyde x F!Reader [Public Sex] Michael x F!Reader [Face Sitting] Michael x F!Reader [Sex @ Work] POV!Pip x F!Reader [Pip's Revenge] Pete x F!Reader [Cheating on Michael] Bebe, Wendy x F!Reader [Roommates] Tolkien x F!Reader [Cheating on Stan] Damien, Pip x F!Reader [Good Cock, Bad Cock] Kyle, Eric, Stan (& Randy eavesdropping on their convo) [Misc Scene in Warm Blood AU]

SMUT CAFE [EMOJI LEGEND] Nichole x Wendy [💖💓👅⚡️] Wendy x F!Reader [🍒💓👀🐾] Professor Chaos x F!Reader [💛🍒🐕‍🦺♾️]

[danses-with-dogmeat]

2000 Followers Celebration!!!

& Fallout Alphabet Poll End Results!

Hey all, so the secret is out! (Kinda) But all these past polls have been the prelude to my 2K Followers Celebration BONANZA. (That's not the official title, I just wanted to use the word BONANZA).

Anyway, a HUGE, MASSIVE thank you to every single one of you folks who are a part of this little community and who've supported me and my fanfiction writing journey for the past few years (which is crazy that it's been that long, omg.) But I love and appreciate you all SO MUCH and am absolutely baffled that I've made it to this. I thought 100 was crazy, then I thought 1K was crazy and then it just kept on going! Ahh, I'm just so so so glad that there's a thriving Fallout community out here of amazing writers, artists, and fans that are still so involved 😊

I don't know what I would do without this space, so thank you all for being a part of it <3

ANYWAY (x2) Here are the final results to all 22 polls that I posted, with more event details just below!

So I've posted the 1st place winners, 2nd place, and then a 3rd "runner up" position that will only be filled by non-companion npcs, just to give them a chance to shine, and me a chance to write for some folks I'm not as used to. For the purposes of the 2k event, I will only be using the 1st place winners for the 'prompts' (which I'll explain in another post), and then a few of the 2nd placers and (almost) all of the runner ups will be used in ANOTHER upcoming event that I'm going to start prepping for (because I'm an insane person).

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A:

1st: Arcade Israel Gannon

2nd: Arthur Maxson

3rd: Dr. Amari

B:

1st: Benny Gecko

2nd: Butch Deloria

3rd: Beatrix Russell

C:

1st: Charon

2nd: Craig Boone

3rd: Caesar

D:

1st: Deacon

2nd: Danse

3rd: Dazzle

E:

1st: ED-E

2nd: Easy Pete

3rd: Edward Deegan

F:

1st: Fawkes

2nd: Fahrenheit

3rd: Fantastic

G:

1st: Gob

2nd: Glory

3rd: Gary(s)

H:

1st: Robert Edwin House

2nd: Harold

3rd: Harkness

I/O:

1st: Old Longfellow

2nd: Captain Ironsides

3rd: Oliver Swanick

J:

1st: John Hancock

2nd: Joshua Graham

3rd: Julie Farkas

K:

1st: The King

2nd: KL-E-O

3rd: Kent Connolly

L:

1st: Lily Bowen

2nd: Legate Lanius

3rd: Red Lucy

M:

1st: Mysterious Stranger

2nd: Magnolia

3rd: Moira Brown

N:

1st: Nick Valentine

2nd: No Bark Noonan

3rd: Nate/Nora

P:

1st: Preston Garvey

2nd: Primm Slim

3rd: Pickman

Q/U/X:

1st: Ulysses

2nd: X6-88

3rd: Dr. Usanagi

R:

1st: Raul Alphonse Tejada

2nd: Robert Joseph MacCready

3rd: Rotface

S:

1st: Sunny Smiles

2nd: Sturges

3rd: Swank

T:

1st: Three Dog

2nd: Tinker Tom

3rd: Travis Miles

V:

1st: Veronica Santangelo

2nd: Victor

3rd: Vulpes Inculta

W:

1st: Whitechapel Charlie

2nd: Wiseman

3rd: Winthrop

Y/Z:

1st: Yes Man

2nd: Captain Zao

3rd: Yefim Bobrov