#southparkxreader

[desolateddreamur]

Hiii!! Can you do like a bestfriend!Kyle x shy!fem reader plssss!! I love your writing btw :)

Absolutely and thank you!!

I'm going to assume by best friend that it's platonic but I'm not sure so I'll make it borderline to be interpreted either way! ^^

Take a Breather

Bestfriend!Kyle x Shy!Reader

Fem reader!

Requested? Yes!

TW: Anxiety attack

You were walking around, Kyle by your side happily blabbering whilst you simply nodded along to what he was saying. A smile was plastered on your face and you had kept your attention on him and not the crowded environment. He had offered to take you to a gathering between some of the other kids to work on your communication skills.

It was supposed to be fun. Emphasis on supposed to. Right now you were having anything but. You got separated and... Well, you searched. You searched and searched and when you checked your watch, thirty minutes had passed.

You began frantically dashing in and out of stores, running circles on a search your brain was already calling hopeless.

One lap.

You swore you saw him, but it was just another ginger... Your mind begins to wander, your head begins to reel.

Is he looking for me too?

I hope he didn't ditch me on purpose...

Two laps.

There wasn't any clues and you couldn't build the nerve to ask for help.

Your heart rate picks up and your breath gets shallower.

Should I try that broadcast thingy?

What if he gets mad at me for asking for a mall broadcast to find him?

By the third lap you gave up and sat down on a bench. Your leg bounced, your hands interlock with themselves and twist around like the knots in your stomach. You could feel the racing of your heart and yet it didn't pound. It vibrates your ribs, shallows your breath to the meekest of wisps and leaves you in a senseless hole.

Whatever higher power you praised left you there in that thick, murky binding for however long it wanted. Your elbows, neck and knees felt paralyzed, and yet the rest of your body begged to move...

But you couldn't...

You just sat there mindlessly, a dead phone in your pocket and stuck swimming in tar, glued in place by your feelings.

* Perspective change! *

I take a hand through my curls, incessantly wandering. It's been two hours and I can't find N/n... I should've held her hand, I should've done something! I've tried texting, I've tried calling, I know that she kept so down low nobody remembers her name... But to lose her for this long. I should've done better!

I felt my phone buzz and hoped it was her, but... It wasn't, and my heart sank. It was just Stan. I take a deep breath, patience low, and unlock my phone to check the text.

Stan: Hey did you find Y/n yet?

Kyle: No luck. What do you want rn?

Stan: Well I was boutta say I found her. Far corner of the food court by Macy's.

She's not looking too well so I'll leave it to you.

Kyle?

Kyle don't leave me on read dude.

Kyle: Just meet me at the car.

I shove my phone back into my pocket and went sprinting. I flew down the escalator and weaved between bodies until I was in the open area of the food court. Breathing heavy, I desperately scan around for any sign of Y/n.

Stan was right.

There by the Macy's was Y/n. She was huddled on a bench, head hung low. I quickly move over and her head raises, along with her body. With a nervous laugh, she was in my arms and nearly spinning me. I laugh as well.

"Oh thank God, I near flipped my lid when I lost track of you." She exclaimed hushly as she released me. I took her hand and swung it between us as we walk out of the mall, cutting our plans short for her sake. Stan wouldn't mind.

I chuckle with her as she squints under the bright sun.

"Maybe next time, you pick where to go. We'll work at your pace..." I tell her as we clamber into the back of Stan's truck. She simply nodded and buckled in before slipping her head onto my shoulder.

"I think next time let's just stick with IHOP."

[l-pandamatic-l]

Wondering if theres a masterlist but otherwise what about a angst (Mid teenage years) Kenny McCormick x Fem!reader were they’ve been bsf 4 evas since 2 and the reader has a crush on him but he doesnt seem to notice bc hes to busy with other girls but he notices when its to late? (She pushed him away or something) Also always more room for more inputs by you and if you can pt.2?

Kenny x Childhoodfriend!reader (kept Gn)

Undiscovered romance

You and Kenny were practically raised as best friends. From matching diapers and onesies, to matching middle school phases and cringey music tastes, to disgusting jokes, and eventually even the same friends. So you never thought one girl could come between it all.

This girl, Brook. She was a supermodel of a girl and only a junior in Highschool. If there was a boy in that school that wasn’t attracted to her, they were gay. At least, that’s what Kenny rambled on to you about for the entirety of lunch every day for the past week. It was like this girl was a drug. Kenny got one smile or one compliment or one laugh from Brook, and you were as good as him on his shoe. Finally, you got fed up with it. Every single time her name came up your stomach got twisted in knots and your eyes twitched. Brook was really a sweet girl, but for whatever reason it just made you hate her more. See, sometime around middle school, you got picked on. A lot. These kids would make fun of you and the way you looked or even talked. But Kenny, he stood up for you. The only one that did. His reasoning was so selfless and just seeing a different side of him that one time, you never looked back. Kenny was an Angel to you. From the way he treated Karen to the way he just always seemed to look out for the little guy. You were infatuated. But Kenny never so much as glanced at you that way, and now, he never would. So you did what protected you best. You pushed him away. It hurt, sure, but Kenny talked to Brook enough that he didn’t seem to mind that you never sat at his table at lunch anymore. Instead, Brook was in your seat. At lunch, in every class you had together, and even waiting for the bus.

with all these mixed feelings over Kenny, home hadn’t been much better. Your dad was sleeping in the couch these past few weeks and your mom lived in her room, door shut. So it wasn’t really much of a surprise when they sat you down to tell you that they were splitting up and you were moving schools. Maybe even states. You trudged up the stairs once again to your lonely room and opened your phone. Scrolling through Instagram, you see pictures on pictures of Kenny and Brook, hanging out with your friends, in your seat in his dirty old truck, and at your favorite movie. You screamed and threw your phone, the loud thump against the wall barely even satisfying the pained hole in your chest where you knew Kenny didn’t care. After years, you were replaced by a pretty smile and nice tits. That’s all it took. That’s all you were worth. You fell to the floor and cried until it felt like the tears ran dry and you were gonna be sick. You just felt pathetic. When your mom came back from work, she was followed by the moving van. She told you to pack the boxes next to the door and let the moving van pack it all up. You Watched as your life, all packed into cardboard boxes, was put away as if it were in neat little pieces, thought it all felt so much like the opposite. Shaken from your thoughts, your mother's keys hit against each other with a jangling sound as she told you she was just warming up the car and wanted you to do a double take over the rooms to make sure you got everything, you simply mumbled something akin to an 'alright' and watched with spaced vision as the engine turned. The moving van started pulling away and you saw a familiar, handsome face with blonde hair and a thin, scratched face. Kenny, his mouth agape and face stricken with an almost pained look.

"What..." It seemed like all he could muster up at the moment as he stared in awe and disbelief at the scene in front of him.

"Oh, so you remember me now, McCormick?"

"Dude what are you talking about? You've been ignoring me for weeks! You haven't said a word to me or texted at all. And now you're just moving away!? What the actual hell is wrong with you!?"

"ME!? What's wrong with me? Ohhh ha ha ha what a fucking douche! After miss big tits came around I'm not even a friend, much less your best friend! Boom! All it took was a hot girl and suddenly you don't give a shit about me, even though I care more about you than anyone else!"

Kenny stares, bewildered and silent as your mother honked the horn, leaving you to grab your bag that you had left on the porch and walk out to the car, Kenny following you.

"Look, Kenny, you're obviously just fine without me around okay? So just shut the hell up and go away. I have to go, the drive to the new place is like two hours and we kinda have to get ahead of the truck so they don't get there before us."

Kenny stutters, doing his best to find the words, but simply does nothing as he watches you go, wondering if your words meant what he thought. And he was left almost as heartbroken as you as you both went your separate ways.

[ubehalayas-blog]

Kyle x reader

No pronouns mentioned!

“Ky– I swear, I’m fine” you mumbled, sighing as you looked at Kyle who was fussing about you. For a second, he stood and stopped from rambling about some disease you might have had, his eyes moved to focus on you before letting out a defeated sigh. “Alright, let me at least do something for you” he sighed, moving closer to your side. Your lips formed a smile as you nod, “Mhm, but I’m fine, really” you mumble. His hand moved to rest on your forehead before sighing, “you’re really hot” he mumbled but it made you let out a chuckle, you laughed at his words before smiling, “yeah, of course, I know I am” you responded with sass. Your response only earned you a flick on the forehead, “I’m being for real and you’re kidding?” he let out a huff, raising an eyebrow on you as he pulled away before letting out a sigh, “I know, Mrs. L/n already took care of you but…” he trailed off, looking on the ground as he hung his head low, you smiled softly and took his hand, placing it on your cheeks. “You can accompany me, if you want to take care of me” you suggested, knowing he felt a bit dejected with doing nothing to help you. He looked up to you, his eyes bright and his smile a lot bigger than before, “great! I’ll stay with you till you recover then” he chuckled, pulling a seat next to your bed. 

He sat down and held your hands, bringing it to his lips as he placed a kiss on your palm, “school was really boring without you, y/n” he mumbled. “You had Stan and the others with you though?” you smiled, can’t help feeling happy from his words. “I know but… it’s different when you’re there with us, even the other guys agree with me” he continued, “they actually wanted to visit you with me but I told them to go fuck off” he let out a soft chuckle that made your heart squeeze. “You’re really mean to your friends you know” you sigh as you shake your head, “am not, I just wanted you all to myself, that’s all” he smiled, looking into your eyes. Suddenly a blush formed across your face when his words settled to you, his lips formed a smirk when he noticed you being flushed, he couldn’t help but chuckle as you looked away from him, “you’re such a sweet talker” you mumble. He let out a short chuckle, his hands moving to your chin as he turned you to face him, “come on now, y/n” he smirked. “You’re not getting embarrassed from that, are you?” he teased, his playful smirk never left his lips as you sigh, rolling your eyes at him as he turned your face. “Oh please–” you sighed, “shut up.. You’re making my fever worse” you huffed acting pissed off.

He lets out a chuckle before nodding, “alright, I’ll stop” he mumbles, he massages your hands, pressing on your palm as he did. You let out a content sigh, feeling relaxed from his massage. Your eyelids seem to drop as he continues to press his thumb on your palm, his smile widens as he notices you trying to fight off your drowsiness, “go to sleep y/n” he murmurs. You let out another sigh before nodding, yawning as you felt yourself drift to sleep, he smiled as he saw you close your eyes, a frown formed on his lips as he felt bad that you were sick and he couldn’t help you just till now. He sighed and ran his fingers on the side of your face, smiling as he placed your hand on the side, he leaned down to kiss your forehead, “sweet dreams, y/n” he mumbled as he pressed a kiss.

I actually wanted to write a sickfic but I had a hard time :( and it made me sick (literally) although, I’ll try my best to do the sickfic 

[apollowhoo]

Hii! I just wanted to know if you take matchup requests by chance… thanks!

Hello! I’ve never did matchups before but when I think about the idea, I actually wanna do them! So you may request me match ups as well:)

(Saw this comment the other day lol)

[southparkxreader]

title : the assisant . pairings:  post covid !  kenny mccormick x reader | timeline b. trigger warnings : age gaps . reader is in her middle twenties , everyone else is forty nine . specific uses of she/her pronouns ,  uses of y/n + l/n . writers note : i’m really, really nervous about this, i feel like this is a little rough but i just want to get kenny & y/n’s dynamic written so it opens more possibilities. i promise you, this is going to get better - 😭 feed back is always encouraged !

"good morning, mr mccormick" you said breathlessly, clumsily putting down his usual breakfast order on the desk - you take a little too much pride in how you didn't spill a single drop of coffee as the carboard crashes roughly onto the surface.

"good morning, miss l/n" kenny mirrors back, a tug pulling at his lips as he stops paying attention to his ipad, opting to watching you closely as you attempted to make the items organized, they were always placed down the same way. sandwich on the left in the centre, the coffee slightly above it on the right. he doesn't miss the way your tongue rolls over your lips as it had your full concertation, in fact it's all he can focus on, only drawn away when you start paying attention to him once bearings were gathered.

when you finally look up, your eyes meet, regret thrums inside your chest. heated cheeks from jogging across the building only became worse as embarrassment crashes through your veins at the very obvious amused glint in your boss' eyes - the grin on his lips that clearly indicates that he's laughing at you rather than with you.

"you're late."

as if you don't already know that from the state of you, your bottom lip jutted out a little at the comment, it’s that look exactly which makes kenny to tease you as often as he does " i know, sir, i'm really sorry " you straighten yourself up as best you can, fingers curling in the fabric of your blazer and tugging the front down, ridding it of creases that were only obvious to you "first there was a personal emergency that needed to get seen to, then traffic piled up on the main road - "

"hey hey, take it easy - " he soothes, though the laugh can’t be helped, placing his ipad down on the desk as he walked around it, he sits on the very edge of the desk as you remained stood there, frazzled and distracted despite doing your best to bring your attention back into the room " we've talked about this, more than once, we're laid back here - "

" i -  "

"not finished" he raised his index finger to his lips, the moment it did your lips knitted shut, obediently stopping your response as you let him continue - " a couple of bad mornings are bound to happen, life'll get in the way and make leaving the house unbearable, believe me, i get that - it's about not making habits out of them, to push through as much as you can to not allow these moments impose on your work. " your once tense shoulders slump forward with each word he spoke  - a defeated stance taking over, lips pressing together as you swallow around the anxiety.

"... okay?" there’s a certain delicately around the answer - wanting to know that you heard him while also making you aware he can see the sudden mood shift.

"yeah, i - thank you, sir, i'm sorry. i just really need - correction, i want this job, i enjoy working here, for you - for once i'm looking a boss in the face and meaning it, do you know how revolutionary that is ? " he chuckles at that, though allows you to continue as he sees your eyebrows stitching together in thought, " i suppose i'm just ... worried about jeopardizing my position here."

"you couldn't, you’re doing amazing work here, you helped me remember what date it is today - “ corner of lips twitch at that, “you’d only get fired if it was something ... really bad, like you royally screwed up, i'm talking completely cause this company and my work to collapse - "

"thank you, sir ... i think ?"

"no i mean you making a catastrophic mistake, like leaking my work to the enemy - "

the enemy ?  what is he -

" uh, sir ?"

"you really don't give me the impression of doing something like that, though - but i suppose looks can be deceiving - "

oh, that's what he's doing. you're no stranger to this, but it still always manages to confuse you when this happens... whatever this is, exactly. kenny had the tendency to go on and on, internal thoughts meeting the surface for all to hear - the first time he did it you had never been so confused in your life, it took one of his colleagues pulling your aside to explain that this is simply... kenny.

"sir."

"i knew that face was yours was hiding something devious - " little do you know, this tangent is a lot more intentional than his others - this is based solely on the ground to make you feel lighter again, to feel comfortable. to rid the worry from your forehead and make that smile break out across your face, the one he loves so much - you didn't deserve to feel so sad,  to look it, he certainly never wanted to be the cause of it.

"mr mccormick, please" you tried to sound firm, but instead it came out in a tumble of giggles as your face broke out in a smile at his shenanigans.

"there it is" he murmurs ; more to himself than you, referring to the way your face lights up as the smile breaks out across your face, the way your eyes crinkle at the corners when showing an emotion as pure as joy "did you manage to eat this morning?" you shake your head, his foot drags forward the chair in front of you both that's tucked under the desk ; "sit" you can't help but follow,  sitting down on the comfortable chair as your eyes peered up at him, watching every move he does. your eyes land on the way he reaches for the breakfast sandwich that he always orders.

"have this - "

"oh, no, sir, that's your regular - "

he stares at you for a moment, blinking a few times " ... so?"

"it's... your food" he can’t help the way his eyes rolled, what you fail to detect is the fondness that lingered behind the action - picking up the neatly folded order and peeling the foil away. “the last thing we need, miss l/n is you passing out on the job. you can’t organize my life for me when in the hospital - “  he pauses for a moment, still as a statue "actually, you probably could - but let's not test out that theory - " the slice that was on top is picked up, kenny doing the honours of wrapping a piece of tissue at the bottom so nothing fails out unexpectedly. you know it's a losing battle, once kenny puts his mind to an idea, there's no pulling him away from it. so you reach out, delicately taking the half he offered you and took a bite out of the corner, the moment the taste explodes on tongue, you realized how hungry you were. "better ?" "mmm ..." you hum around another bite "hmhmm -"  instead of a chuckle, a laugh rumbles through his chest as your reaction, clearly proving he made the right choice in the slight peer pressure he put you under. taking the moment to pluck the other half of the sandwhich and takes a large bite of his own. "once we're done with breakfast, we can talk about the day ahead. right now, you need to take this moment to relax, go for a smoke or something - " "oh, thomas undergrove is expecting a - " "what did i just ?" he scorns playfully, picking up a piece of extra tissue and throwing it in your direction. "i'm sorry, sorry - right, later - "

“atta girl” he praises “here, take my  coffee. i can grab one from the breakroom - no, don’t argue with me, you know win.  ”

[undertalesansana]

South Park Preferences and Imagines (on Wattpad) http://my.w.tt/UiNb/UCtZJjimZD "Friendly faces everywhere, humble folk without temptation." BOYFRIEND SCENARIOS ---SLOWER UPDATES--- ***I do not own the image above, I only edited it and added the text ***If you are easily offended/triggered, this may not be the book for you

[desolateddreamur]

Not to me

Leslie x Reader

Gender neutral reader

Requested? No!

You sigh softly as you rest your head on your arms, staring across to the other side of the table where Leslie was. You were brought here as you were the editor to Jimmy's school newspaper and were told to try and get information from Leslie.

She smiled to you- gently, caringly, despite the situation. She knew damn well what she was and her goal but even as an ad- she was sentient; she had feelings. And right now her feelings were contentment and love.

You were the only one that didn't try to pull information out of her with significance. You pulled out what information you wanted to hear. Favorite color, favorite animal, favorite candy- and she liked it because it made her think. It stretched the limits of her programming. It made her more... Human.

"Hey Les." You chirp. "If you had to pick between apples and oranges, what would you pick?"

Leslie smiled and tilted her head. "I think I would pick oranges. I love oranges."

You nod, humming to yourself before perking up. "Oh, yeah! I brought something with me!"

She gave you a funny look as you pull a deck of cards from your pocket. You stand and grab your chair, pulling it to be on the longer side of the table. Leslie curiously does the same, the two metal folding chairs side-by-side. As you lay the cards out she began to unravel what your idea was. You wanted to play a game of solitaire together. It melted her heart a little to play such a game with you. Strategy and puzzle games were her favorites.

The two of you enjoyed your time, playing solitaire the rest of the day and laughing until one point Leslie placed her hand on top of yours and looked into your eyes.

"Y/n, I don't have much time to say any of this but I love you so much. You were the only person that didn't treat me as just an ad or thought with their dick. You treated me as a person. I want to run away together, just the two of us. We can start fresh in a different state! Or even a different country!"

You stare in disbelief... Were you hearing this right? Did she actually love you and want to run away together? She's already tricked Jimmy and Kyle, what if she was tricking you? It hurt to think about it as hard as you were. So, you answered from your heart with honesty. "Yes... Yeah, fuck this tiny little mountain town! It's nothing but chaos!"

Leslie smiled delightedly and nodded. "Great. When the footage comes back on just smile and nod." She instructs. Within a few moments you here a whir of the camera in the room and she spoke. "I see your point but we need to add another row. If we do that we're more likely to find the seven we need."

You smile and nod, catching on immediately. "Yeah, but we can get an extra move in if we stack the four onto the five."

Under the table, the two of you held hands- pale grasping s/c tightly like a lifeline. The only thing that mattered was that the two of you loved each other.

* Timeskip *

A ravenette ran through the spruce cabin, her yellow dress billowing slightly. She was rather tall and matured, her hair done up into a ponytail and a ring on her finger.

She tightly held the feather duster as she laughed and weaved through the furniture.

A mature Y/n was in quick pursuit, h/c locks now d/h/l and wearing a f/c flannel and jeans. They had a ring on their finger as they laughed and shouted.

"Leslie, get back here! How dare you wake me from my nap!"

"You were sleeping in, you would've ruined your sleep schedule!"

They tackle their wife down onto the sofa and the quilt laid across it, forcing Leslie to drop the feather duster. They both were breathing heavily from the running, smiles on their faces. You stare down into her eyes as she looks up into yours and instinctively you press a kiss to her lips. Leslie smiles wider than previously and leaned into the kiss with a sigh.

As you separate she spoke softly to you. "Thank you... After all these years, N/n. Even though I'm not human you've made me feel that way... You don't know just how much I love you.."

You nod and lay on top of her, head to her chest. There wasn't a heartbeat, just the sound of soft whirring. A sound you grew to adore and relax to. Eventually, you reply. "Les... You were always human to me. It doesn't matter that you're not; I love you for you."

How corny.... A runaway romance. It was just as grand as you imagined. But you wouldn't have it any other way.

[desolateddreamur]

Paper Trail

Kyle x Poet!Reader

Story: Being too shy to confess face to face, you decide to give Kyle a challenge to figure it out himself.

Gender neutral reader!

Requested? No!

TW: Cartman.

Note: P2 anyone?

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He sighed loosely, sulking off to his locker. Valentine's day was coming up and everyone had someone to celebrate it with... But not Kyle. Not poor, sweet Kyle.

Three days til... He thought glumly, opening his locker. To his surprise, a piece of paper fluttered out. He grasped it quickly, desperately, even, to read it.

Hope you don't mind,

I want to be your valentine.

Each day brings a poem,

Each day gives a hint,

Find me out early and you might earn a kiss!

Three days' all you have,

Now here comes the hint!

You know who I am,

Just as much as I know you.

Maybe ask a friend or two,

Like someone in a hat that's red and blue.

Xx,

Your secret admirer

Kyle felt his heart soar abruptly, reading the note over and over. He slammed his locker shut and leaned his back to it, note pressed to his chest.

So the hint was with Stan, huh? He thought excitedly. This was it! He would get a Valentine! He dashed off to the lunch table his clique shared to talk about it.

Quickly grabbing lunch from the line, he slid into his seat and spoke quickly, "Stan! I got a Valentine's poem in my locker and it says you have a hint on who wrote it!"

Stan, who was sipping his milk, choked on it at the statement and shot milk out of his nose. Kenny instantly burst out laughing. When the coughing fit ended and the ravenette settled back down, he glared over.

"Yeah, I do. But next time wait til I'm not drinking something?!"

"I neeeed that hint, though! I have until Valentine's day to find out who it is!" Kyle brought up, shovelling a spoonful of corn into his mouth.

"Yeah, yeah, here you go..."

Stan scoffed and recited what he was told.

"We share our pottery class."

"Pottery class?" He remained puzzled, but kept it in mind for the rest of the day.

"Hah! Some fucking sissy in a pottery class likes Kahl!" Cartman wheezed, "Probably a dumb trick to make fun of him being a lonely jew!"

"Shut up, fatboy! At least I have a valentine!" He sneers back.

"AYE!"

So lunch came and went, the poem still on his mind day in and day out. In pottery class, he eyed around at every person there. He had to weed out just who exactly wrote that poem!

He knew it couldn't be anyone he didn't know, so a majority of the class was off the table. He couldn't recognize the handwriting either so it can't be any of the guys there.

The day ended and like in school, the romantic words written just for him were locked in his brain all afternoon and far into the night.

Morning of the next day came and he rushed to his locker for the next note. Sure enough, it was there!

Two days to go,

You should find your flow,

Like the way your curls dance in the wind.

Never in my life, would I give such advice,

To a boy that's as charming as you.

So get hint number two,

That's all I ask of you!

Find what you can,

Piece by piece, that's my plan.

Ike should know the next hint.

The kid has lots of wit.

Xx,

Your secret admirer

Kyle chewed at his lip and looked over a paper where he had written the names of his pottery classmates. Who does he know that knows Ike and shares a pottery class with him? He narrowed down more people by crossing our more names.

He groaned and set his head on his desk. The others looked at him sympathetically (except for Cartman, who started laughing his ass off.)

You give a slight smile to Kyle and his struggle, shaking your head and slipping out of the doorway unnoticed...

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The day came and the final poem was received...

The final day's come.

Hope you found my game fun.

I saw the frustration that was on your face...

But now it's time to show my shape.

Go to locker 3.2.5,

Place a note with my name inside.

At 4:23, head down Cherry Street,

Turn the corner and me you shall meet.

His breath shuddered as he slid the paper into the designated locker and left to start his school down, a determined smile on his face. He hoped he got it right... He spent so long trying to figure it out.

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You paced around the corner. It was 4:18 and he was nearly there, you presumed. You gripped the paper from the locker that has your name on it. He got it right... And that was about to be proven to him.

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Kyle took a deep breath. 4:22, and he rounded the corner.

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"H-Hi, Kyle..."

[desolateddreamur]

First Date with Pip Headcanon

This was requested by my friend IRL at our sleepover (Thank youuuuu!!)

Gender neutral reader!

Requested? Yes!

When it came to you, Pip was a mess. Everyone knew he was fucking terrified of you, everyone ripped on him about it. (Even though they're just as scared of you.)

But when the school's 'scary dog' student suddenly just asks you on a date? He was too afraid to say no.

You were thrilled!! From afar you had admired the boy. It took a lot of courage to go to him and ask him out so the yes made you sooooo happy.

You never called him Pip, only Phillip, after you heard he's called that when they hate him.

Pip sighed, opening his locker and letting all of the junk Cartman had shoved into it fall onto him. Snickers rang behind him as he gathered it up neatly into a trash bag he stored in his pocket.

This wasn't new to him. It was often... When it was all gathered up, he tied the bag and put it in his locker to throw out after school. He pulled his books out and shut the door to his locker in a soft way so it wouldn't slam.

You leaned on the locker next to it, having waited patiently on him to ask. A hand sat in your jacket pocket where you had a little gift for him in. Never once had you decided to rip on the British boy like the others you always verbally bashed.

To you he looked cute, his accent was hot, he was polite and kind to everyone- you were head over heels.

Pip gasped sharply when he saw you, grasping the strap to his bag. Your eyes lit up knowing you could finally talk to him.

"Hey, Phillip... I was.. Well, ah- I want to give you this and wondered if you wanted to go out some time...?" You pull your hand from your pocket and place a little keychain of two f/a snuggling around a heart into his hands.

He gaped in silence and then shakily nodded, not knowing what else to do. He saw your s/c cheeks flush and a very gentle smile on your lips. It was a little cute.

"Awesome! Cool! I'll uh- pick you up at seven Friday night!" You kiss him on the cheek. It was so gentle he almost didn't even realize it was the most feared student in all the high school he was talking to, "Bye Phillip~!"

He was bugged by everyone the entire rest of the day, bombarded by questions on how the fuck he "domesticated the scary dog" as Cartman put it.

Pip was just as clueless.

For the rest of the week you showed a lot of kindness to him to help prove the date would be worth it.

Walked him to class, scared off his bullies, ate lunch with him, gave him tons of compliments, and even made him some treats!

When Friday rolled around, he was anxiously pacing the closer it got to seven. Pip was told to just dress comfortably and to not wear a hat so he did as told. A simple button-up and slacks were what he chose.

The ride was fascinating to him since he never rode on a motorcycle before.

You had arrived in a cute, comfy outfit on a motorcycle and took him on a ride up to the outskirts of town.

The date? A cute picnic under fairy lights that were strung between trees. He was in awe at your efforts.

When he found all the things you made; British foods and American foods, he finally realized you weren't actually pulling his leg. You really did research British foods just for him and went to the lengths of making them.

The night was spent talking and laughing, getting to fully know one another and admiring the view.

When you decided it was time to go the food was mostly finished off and he was about to fall asleep. You cleaned up everything into the picnic basket and had him hold it behind you while you drove.

Dropping him off on the porch, Pip mustered up to admit he'd like to go on another date and to be your boyfriend if you'd let him or preferred to wait for a few more dates to call him that.

You were ecstatic! Pulled a very happy little dance and peppered his face in kisses before telling him yes and to text the details on the next date.

He was definitely turned into a stuttering pile of putty in your hands.

As you drove off Pip knew he was gonna get his ass bugged a shitton at school for details. But for now, he was just going to admire the fact he finally had someone who cared about him and loved him. Let alone a s/o.

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A-Z fluff Headcanons with Butters!

General neutral reader!

Requested? No!

A = Attractive: what do they find attractive about you?

Literally everything.

B = Baby:do they want a family? why/why not?

Not really. Butters is really nervous that he'll end up being like his dad as a parent.

C = Cuddle:how do they cuddle?

He's a little spoon and loves to be picked up or curled up on your lap.

D = Dates:what are dates with them like?

They're cliche in a cute way! Stargazing on a hill, picnics, or a romantic walk in the forest!

E = Everything: you are their ____ (e.g my life, my world…)

You are his lifeline.

F = Feelings:when did they know they were falling in love?

Almost immediately!

G = Gentle:are they gentle? If so, how?

Very gentle, he's the sweetest and worries so much about you and your safety!

H = Hand: Hold how do they like to hold? how do they like to hold hands?

He's shy about holding hands so he usually just links pinkies.

I = Impression: first impression/s

"W-Wow... Gee, they're so pretty... I need to say hi!"

J = Joker: are they into pulling pranks?

Not really. If he does he'll get grounded.

K = Kisses: how do they kiss?

He's way too shy to initiate a kiss on the lips so he'll kiss your cheeks and forehead.

L = Little things: what little things do they love/notice?

He loves how you constantly compliment him even when you don't realize the statement you used is one.

M = Memory: their favorite moment of you two?

The first time you kissed him (even though it was only on the cheek)

N = Nickel: do they spoil? do they buy you everything?

He can't do that, but he tries! Almost every time he goes to the store he comes back and gives you whatever he found that reminded him of you!

O = Orange: what color reminds them of you?

Yellow!

P = Petnames: what petnames do they use?

Dear, Love, Honey most of the time but he uses anything on the spot even if it's dorky.

Q = Questions: what are the questions they’re always asking?

"Do you like it?" "How did I get so lucky?"

R = Remember: their favorite memory of you

The first time you fell asleep together as a couple. He felt so ecstatic waking up to see your sleeping face!

S = Sad: how do they cheer themselves/you up

Cuddles and movies!

T = Talking: what do they love to talk about?

He loves when you listen to him rambling about his plans as Professor Chaos.

U = Universe: use a metaphor, what are you to them? (e.g he was the universe, ever-changing and mysterious)

You are his guiding light.

V = Very: ___ they’re thoughts about you (e.g she’s very smart, he’s very stubborn, they’re very annoying etc.)

Very adorable!

W = Why: reasons why they love you

You never make fun of him for his interests and don't take advantage of his kindness.

X = Xylophone: What’s their song?

Mirror Man by Jack Stauber.

Y = You: the ___ to my ___ (e.g the cookies to my milk, the macaroni to my cheese)

You're the Roxanne to his Megamind.

Z = Zebra:if they wanted a pet, what pet would they get?

Hamsters and rats are his ideal pets! He loves hamsters since they're so cute and fluffy and he loves rats from just how genius they are! The perfect minions!

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Can you please write fluff dating headcanons for Damien thorn?

I love your writing

Sure can and thank you so much! <333

Dating with Damien Headcanons

Fluff Edition!

Gender neutral reader!

Requested? Yes!

This boy is a huge cuddle bug. You get him started and he will do everything in his power to make sure you won't go until he wants you to.

Can use teleportation so Damien will not hesitate to warp you back into bed with him. Or teleport into your room if he wants to snuggle but he's not in. The same house.

Fr it's the middle of the night you hear a little whir and then there's just two glowing red eyes in the corner of your room.

It doesn't even phase you anymore.

Does literally anything you ask of him. Want some expensive trinket but not enough money? Damien's at your door with the excuse of he "Saw it and thought of you."

Hates admitting he did something for you since he's pretty prideful.

Gets all pouty when he does admit it.

He struggles to pick up on jokes and sarcasm so be careful what you say!

You joked about wanting a hellhound once and next thing you know Damien is on his phone texting his dad and asking about if you're sure you want one and what kind.

Damien is a cat when it comes to PDA. It's on his terms, not yours. But when he wants it he won't stop til he gets it.

He hates how much you and his dad (Satan) get along so well.

He introduced you two and suddenly every Thursday night you're at his dad's learning how to be a good spouse to a king of hell and which demon makes the best devilled eggs.

He's so easily jealous istg. Get this boy jealous and whatever he's jealous of bursts into flames.

It's so annoying because of how much he gets jealous but then you smother him in attention and even more things go up in flames.

Damien lights things on fire when he's flustered too, but with less control of what it is.

Deadass you have a whole closet full of fire extinguishers in your bedroom and at least three in every room of your house.

He loves it when you call him any pet name that's Prince or King related. <333

[desolateddreamur]

Following Your Advice

Kyle x Mute!Phone addict!reader

Story: (Phone Destroyer timeline) Kyle encourages you to take a break from your phone so you offer to have lunch together.

Gender neutral reader!

Requested? No!

TW: None! Literally so wholesome

Note: please like or reblog I spent four hours trying to figure out how to format the texting identical to Phone Destroyers on my phone through Ibis after I broke my fucking tablet, please I beg of you.

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Your phone rang softly, carrying the small jingle you used to associate with Kyle. In an instant you double-tapped the notification that was pulled down by the call. The game was far less important than calling or texting the Jewish boy you craved the love of. The one you'd do anything for.

You clicked accept on the FaceTime.

"Hey! Y/n, it's me. Listen!"

Beads of sweat- a result of the wild adventure he was just on, stuck to his forehead, causing stray strands of red curls to cling to his freckled skin. His eyes were frantically checking around for anyone listening and held an abundance concern. You cock your head to the side, giving a curt hum to tell him to talk.

While you did lack a voice, you were never jealous of his. It was far too beautiful to envy in your eyes.

"Don't you see what's going on here? You're being used!"

He gestures wildly with an empty gloved hand, making you want to be there to grab it and hold it in your own. Nonetheless, you encourage him to go on.

"Just... maybe you shouldn't be on your phone as much, you know?"

He pauses, thinking over some examples.

"Like, go have lunch with somebody, or..." Kyle rubs the nape of his neck, "Or I dunno, read a book."

He gave a sigh, finally jumping to the point and no longer beating around the bush. "Playing this stupid game is going to end up really bad for the..."

"Kyle, who are you talking to?" Cartman calls over from off camera, interrupting him.

Kyle inhaled sharply, "Nobody!" He yelled over, hanging up quickly.

You were left to process what had just gone down. You? Get a break from your phone? Your communicator?

You go open the green icon labeled as Message, clicking his profile. If anyone else asked you probably would've sent enough insults to fill a thesis to them. But it was Kyle; you just couldn't bring yourself to. He was the only one that bothered to learn sign language to talk to you.

Knowing he couldn't call back with Cartman there, you sent a text.

You sped to your closet and threw on some random cute outfit. Throwing on your shoes, you grabbed the letterman bag that held most of your items and shot out the front door. Excitement glimmered in your eyes as they kept watch of your phone screen.

Currently, you were looking over Pinterest on what you could make at his place for a cute indoor lunch date.

Placing your phone into your bag, you climb his front steps and quickly fix up your h/l hair from your run. When you knocked, some clambering was heard and you winced when something fell with a thick thud.

The door opened to show a frazzled Kyle, hat halfway on his head and a dopey grin on his face.

"C'mon on in, Y/n! I just setup the living room. I hope I didn't go too over the top?"

He steps aside and you walk in. With his living room right at the front door, you smiled widely. He had moved the coffee table to the side and set up a picnic blanket in front of the TV, a little assortment of electric candles on a flat board in the middle. The TV itself was playing some footage of a beach (Bonus being he had surround sound).

You set your bag down on the blanket and pulled Kyle into a tight hug by the hips. He tensed before setting his arms around your neck. Letting go and leaning back with his support, you began to sign to him.

'Did you really do all this for us?'

He let go as well and took your hand, guiding you to the kitchen as he spoke.

"Well.. Yeah. I mean- you're getting off your phone to spend time with me... And you never to that for anyone!"

He lets go and helps you gather up ingredients. When he turns to see if you signed a response, he froze. You were awfully close to his face with your own. A dreamy look hung in your half-lidded eyes before he got the memo and moved on his own.

One hand slipped behind your head and the other to your waist. Your own moved to loop around his neck as your chests press together, increasing your closeness.

You finally pushed forward the rest of the way, pressing him into a short kiss. You pulled away before he could kiss back and moved your hands to sign to him,

'You taste like peppermint'

His face flushed all the way to his ears and he laughed, "Well, you taste like watermelon! Can I... Can I have another?"

You deadpan, looking into his green eyes before pulling back into another kiss.

There was no lunch date after this happened. You both ended up ordered some takeout and spent the time kissing over and over in his kitchen.

[desolateddreamur]

Dear Diary

Stan x reader

Story: Stan goes through your diary

Female reader!

Requested? No!

TW: Death, illness and the fact it made me cry a little at the end

Fun fact: on the speech to text entries, I actually used speech to text over my phone and then just added the name thing at the end.

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10/25

Dear Diary,                                                  

Mom wants me to start a diary since Im in a new town. So I'll introduce myself.

My name is Y/n Heeler and I moved to South Park at the age of 9 from my home in Alaska after my dad. Mom also came to the realization that she liked girls so we moved to a more accepting place.

I met a really nice boy named Clyde when I got lost and met his friends. They showed me around and told me about how weird the town actually is.

I think I saw a boy in an orange jacket die. There was a guy in a green hat and two in red coats (one was fat as hell) standing near him.

The one in the beanie with the puff ball is cute...

Mom said I shouldn't be friends with his group because of how strange it is. But I like them. They're quite charming!

- Y/n

11/01

Dear Diary,                                                

I met my classmates. It's the boys I saw and the ones I met! Along with a lot of others. The guy in the puff ball beanie is named Stan. But he's with a girl named Wendy so I guess being friends is the better shot?

She's really nice, but immediately seemed to not like me when I said Stan was cute. That's how I found out they were dating. I told her I wouldn't do anything to get between them.

She seemed to like hearing that and calmed down.

Fatboy asked if I spoke English because I was Alaskan during lunch. Probably because I didn't talk during class at all.

Mom said she'd talk to his guardian.

Next thing I know she has a date planned with his mom. It really pisses me off!!

- Y/n

Stan snorts. He looked back to how much arguing occurred before Liane and Miranda got married. It was even worse when Cartman and Y/n had to start living in the same house. Then came the chaos of being step-siblings... That was a fucking nightmare.

He skipped a few pages til he came up on a date he remembered clearly.

3/16

Dear Diary,                                                    

Wendy broke up with Stan.

I saw him stumbling around the street drunk so I went to help.

He said Wendy never helped him when he drank his sadness away. I asked if there's anything I can do and he asked if he could spend the night at my place and I tell him a bedtime story.

Good thing Mom was on a several day long date with Liane. I said yes and took him home.

I wish he had someone who took time to care for him. I wish it was me...

I told him the story my mom always would when I couldn't sleep. It's the story of two princesses that fall in love.

The prince never came to rescue one so his princess sister came to her rescue instead.

She saves the locked away princess and they fall in love because unlike him, she took action.

He seemed to like the story and fell asleep.

I think I'll tell him that he can stay for the next few days if he'd prefer to be monitored and have space. Just so he doesn't get into fights with his friends or drinks again.

- Y/n

He gave a soft smile, remembering that night. It was embarrassing, sure, but he had a great time when he spent the next few days there.

"And so, princess Penelope and princess Autumn lived happily ever after. The end."

The girl smiled down to the half-asleep Stan. He mumbled a "Love you so much..." That she didn't catch before falling asleep completely.

He flipped a few years further, passing the fifth grade pages, moving into the seventh grade.

3/20

Dear Diary,                                                    

I feel funny whenever I'm with Stan.. Mom says I'm in love. I think she's right. He's been on and off with Wendy so I might have a chance... I hope I do.

I think I'll try to hit on Stan tomorrow. Make it real subtle so if Stan does like me he'll catch on and Wendy won't.

School has been rough as ever, what with how I'm in several clubs. Chess, soccer, art, and year book. It's really overwhelming but I have to make dad proud. I miss him.

His deathiversary is coming up next week. I'll probably get him his favorite flowers. If South Park even has lilies of the valley.

I'll check over the weekend. Maybe take Clyde with me so we can hang out afterwards.

Wish me luck with Stan, diary!

- Y/n

He fondly sighs. She really struck him with her devotion that day.

"Nobody gets me like you do, Stanley... You wanna just call in sick tomorrow to hang out? Cartman is out of town and our mothers are on vacation.."

She leaned her head on Stan's shoulder and closed her eyes. It was a move she did often but after what she said the gesture held so much more meaning.

4/05

Dear Diary,                                                   

I don't feel good. I feel sick.

I can't walk, I can't get up, I can't stand, I can hardly breathe and I'm having a hard time talking and writing. I'm scared. I'm really, really scared.

I don't know what I have. We're getting me checked to tomorrow. Cartman is actually worried for me.

It's surprising how much compassion he really has. I have to stop writing now.

He eyed the pages and how the next one wasn't hand written. It was a printed sheet of paper with text taped to the page.

April 17th Dear diary I can't believe what I was diagnosed with apparently I have Duchenne muscular dystrophy I'm scared it'll kill me and I don't want to die I'm only 12 I want to tell Stan I love him but I don't have the energy to call him I hardly have the energy to even speak that's what I'm doing this I'm using voice to text to put in my next entry I wish I had a better chance at life I'll never get to graduate high school or go to college or get married or have a family I hope they just treat me like a dog and put me down out of my misery signed Y/n

He released a shaky breath. She didn't show up to school that day. She didn't show up to school ever again after that either. He skipped quickly to the final entry which was only a few pages off- about two years later.

July 22nd dear diary I think this is my last few days the doctor only said I have 2 weeks left to live I want to tell Stan I love him but I still can't form anymore words I'm scared hardly even speak to write this entry for Stan I leave my diary to tell him how I feel Shelly I leave my phone Kyle I leave all of my books and all of my art supplies for Ike for Kenny I leave my bank account and my piggy bank and all of the money I have hiding in my room to Cartman I leave my room itself and all the stuffed animals in it to Liane I leave all of my college credit that I have that I have gained throughout the years and that you can use it to get a truly stable job of yourself just make sure to change it to be under your name instead of mine and to my mother I leave with an I love you and that I will be with Dad I know that he is proud of us and he is proud of you and Liane I'm going to miss you all but I know I have to be brave signed Y/n

Stan, on his bed, broke into loud sobs and weeps. Tears streamed down his face as he closed the sparkly f/c diary and clutched it to his chest. He cried and cried, the sound of his sorrow the only sound in the house.

Shelly, now no longer bearing headgear for her beautiful smile, slowly opened the door and made her way over, promptly sitting beside him. He flinched at her proximity, expecting to be hit for being too loud. But he wasn't. She simply gave him a tight hug.

The ravenette tensed in confusion before relaxing and leaning into the hold of his older sister, ignorant of the wet droplets from her face that fell onto his head as she held him tightly. She lost just as much of a friend as he did.

And though she made no noise, she cried as hard as her brother. Long into the night, far into the morning.

Up in the clouds, a h/c man with enormous wings and h/c teen with cupid-sized wings were cuddled together, watching over Stan and Miranda as they spoke fondly to one another.

Even if you lose someone you love, you must always know that they loved you just as much as you did and that they will always, always be protecting you, whether or not they are there in spirit or in new form.

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This is How You Villain

Professor Chaos x Villain!Reader

Story: Professor Chaos and the reader do some villainous shit and you decide to reflect on the night where you two first met.

V/n = Villain Name

V/n/n = Villain Nickname

Female reader!

Requested? No!

TW: Terrorism and a (failed) kidnapping

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You lovingly bring his gloved hands up by the sides and set them onto the handles. He smiled, resting his helmeted head atop your h/c locks and forcing the handles down.

Then came the hissing, lower then fastly raising in volume until a loud explosion halfway across town from where you were went off. The agonized screams from the unsuspecting motel riles the adrenaline inside you and when you look to the blinded eye of your lover- onlooking the wreckage pridefully, you could see the same satisfaction.

"Oh, V/n/n~! C'mon! You promised cuddles back at the lair if it went without interruption!"

His voice, matured now with age and trauma, still held his puppy-like glee whenever something went his way. Absolutely swooning, over here- it was something you were glad never changed. His ability to be so malicious and immediately go soft as a marshmallow when it came to anything related to the two of you having fun together.

You gave a dreamy sigh and nod, focusing on what was at hand. "We're not out of the woods just yet, Professor. We need to leave before they follow the wire to here! 'Else you won't get the cuddles~"

To think how Y/n and Leopold started such a destructive romance came from a stupid game of heroes and villains in their youths.

Flaaaaassshhhbaaaaaccckkkk

A little thump woke you from your sleep. It could've been your imagination... There was someone lightly shaking your shoulders.

"C-Could you please get up, Miss Y/n? I Uh- I can't really carry you if I'm going to kidnap you..." Spoke a familiar squeaky voice. It was Butters.

You crack open your eyes and stare up at him with a tired scowl. Not answering, you shove him off to sit up.

"Butters...? What time is it?"

The Blondie knocked his knuckles together awkwardly, muttering out 12:27 along with an apology and some explanation you didn't bother with hearing.

"Alright, alright, I get it. Let me get my coat and boots and we can get going. A'ight?"

You rake a hand through your knotted h/c hair and heave a sigh, throwing your legs off the side of the bed. Sneaking across the hardwood flooring, you grab your coat and shoes, slip them on, and go to your window where he was waiting.

"J-Just so you know, it's Professor Chaos!"

There was a small grin on your face as you opened the window and went out, legs first. Thankful for the fact your room was on the first floor, you then leapt the rest of the way out.

He followed suite and the two of you began walking down the cold sidewalk to the U-Stor-It.

"So at night you're a villain, huh? Wish I could be one..."

Butters looked over to you with a quirked brow. The statement took it's time to settle in before a grin spread across his face.

"Yeah! I do it to get back at those who wronged me! And I have a great idea... How about you play hostage, but then you ambush them when they come to save you!"

You looked over with wide, e/c eyes. "That's genius! And then they'll be the hostages! Oooo! What should I go by, what should I wear?!"

The two of you eagerly rant to one another about what to do for the trap for the rest of the walk.

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You leaned back in the chair you were tied against, ropes to your ankles and wrists. the boy in the tinfoil helmet gave a chuckle and rubbed his hands together.

"Now they'll surely be coming to- hey, how'd you get out?!"

You cock an eyebrow and finished untying yourself. Short, PJ covered legs stretch forward to their full extent and strain to wake them up.

"Note, professor, never use a bow knot. Use a handcuff knot. Now c'mere, I'll show you how to tie it using my ankles."

He comes over as you pull your legs up and begin to guide him through the knots securing it to your legs and making sure to answer all his questions thoroughly.

"Now, I want you to try it on my wrists. Don't be afraid to ask if you forget a step!"

He nodded vigorously and got to work, popping a question here and there about it and even some about yourself.

"Nice work! No way I'd get loose with these puppies on! Now, scoot, scoot! Back to your place! I hear them out front!"

You jerk your head to gesture him away with silent giggles as he quickly popped a bandana over your mouth to muffle you as he skipped into the shadows.

Sure enough, the heroes came.

"There's the hostage! Human Kite, survey the area. I'll go get the girl freed!"

The boy in the cloak command. There was a green M on his shirt and a matching green question mark bobble on top of his hood. What you wanted to do was laugh since he also wore his underwear on the outside.

Taking a deep breath you put on your best terrified expression and began to shake your head, begging him not to get close.

"It's alright, miss. We're going to get you out of here."

He soothes, finally reaching you. When he did he got to work on untying your ankles, then your wrists.

Just as you were freed, the boy in silver with the kite came dashing in. He was rather disheveled and a desperate glimmer was evident in his wide eyes and sluggish stance.

"MYSTERION, ITS A TRAP, SHE'S NOT A HOSTAGE!"

You took the bandana off your mouth and socked your 'savior' right in the face, taking his surprise to your advantage.

"Surely you weren't dumb enough to fall for this? Honestly, at first I was a hostage, but this is more fun!"

Mysterion dropped to the floor and held a hand to his nose. It began to ooze blood down onto his shirt as he stared up.

An all too familiar cackle came across the room.

"Well, well, well. Very good work, V/n! General Disarray?"

The boy in the glasses with red curls went out from behind Human Kite and tackled him to the ground, restraining him. You toss one of the ropes that had held you down over. Satisfied, you both tied the knot you taught them over their wrists and linked them to a pipe on the wall.

Gleeful, you run over to Professor Chaos and give him a tight hug.

"Thank you, thank you! This is the best day of my life! I'm forever in your service, Professor Chaos! To teach you and to learn from you!"

He bashfully rubbed the back of his head, "A-Awe, hamburgers, you're too kind, V/n!"

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😮 Can I see some Dip headcanons?! Like how y/n meets them and what they do as a thruple???? Please!!!! 🥺👉👈

— 💖🌈🦂❤️✨ anon

Fuck yeah my dude! I was so exciting to do these guys!!!

Dating Dip headcanons

Gender neutral reader!

Requested? No!

Honestly when you met it was the most awkward thing ever. You bonked foreheads with Pip and Damien legitimately strangled you before you could apologize.

Deadass Damien was about a set you on fire when Pip intervened. Scared you shitless for the rest of your morning. Lunch was worse though.

Pip wanted you to sit with him and Damien to get to know you and.... Within three minutes of sitting down, not even saying anything- Damien had you pinned on top of the cafeteria table and was strangling you (again). Detention ensued.

You and Damien hated each other for so damn long and only agreed to get along for Pip.

That hate changed to some form of love funnily enough.

Pip was so worried about having to pick between the two of you so when you guys started to like-like each other he was so relieved.

When you're finally a poly Damien's a lot softer. Damien is the biggest cuddle bug you have ever met and adores your kisses.

You guys flirt constantly with Pip and each other. It's so gross to others but Pip just melts into a stuttering British puddle when you do. Damien will light something on fire when you find a way to fluster him.

BUTTERFLY KISSES ALL THE WAY!!!! PIP LOVES YOUR KISSES AND DAMIEN'S HUGS SO CUDDLE SESHES ALWAYS HAPPEN THE MOMENT YOU GUYS GET HOME TO ONE OF YOUR HOUSES!

You guys have movie nights every Saturday night. You rotate on who picks what movies. Somehow you three manage to pretzel your bodies together comfortably for hours on end during your monthly marathon weekends.

None of you are big on PDA so typically in the halls the closest you get to PDA is holding hands and cheek kissing with Pip and pinky-linking with Damien.

Pip loves when you call him Pirrup instead of just Pip. He will fucking melt into a rosy-tinted mess.

When with one of the boys one of two things happen:

With Pip, it's cuddles or walks in the park.

With Damien, it's cuddles or commiting arson.

[desolateddreamur]

South Park fic masterlist

Stan Marsh

Dear Diary (Oneshot)

Kyle Broflovski

Following Your Advice (Oneshot)

Paper Trail (Oneshot)

Kenny McCormick

Pick It Up (Oneshot)

Butters Stotch

This is How You Villain (Oneshot)

A to Z Fluff (Headcanon)

Craig Tucker

Comfort Tactics (Headcanon)

Clyde Donovan

Damien Thorn

Fluff Dating (Headcanon)

Tweek Tweak

Tolkien Black

Jimmy Valmer

Michael Adams

Scott Malkinson

Pete Thelman

Pip Pirrup

First Date (Headcanon)

Christophe The Mole

Anonymous Love Letters (Headcanon)

Gregory of Yardale

Thomas

Wendy Testaburger

Bebe Stevens

Heidi Turner

Henrietta Biggle

Red McArthur

Nicole Daniels

Leslie

Creek (Craig x Tweek) poly

Dip (Damien x Pip) poly

Dating Dip (Headcanon)

Stendy (Stan x Wendy) poly