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League of Legends - Darius NSFW

noxus forever or whatever, slay

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex): He allows himself to relax, you can visibly see the tension leave his body as he rolls his shoulders and helps you clean up, the moment you are the most relaxed and close to sleep he'll press a quick kiss to your neck and go shower.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s): Doubt Darius cares much to think about that, he knows he is a strong man with a nice body, but picking something specific, it doesn't even cross his mind he just cares that his body is in working order. If he was asked about his partner ,he'd probably say the same, how he doesn't fucking care as long as you can defend yourself, which is true, but he definitely notices some smaller things, the flex of your thighs when you ride him for example, or the way the muscles feel under his grip when he pushes your thighs over his forearms to push himself deeper.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person): Darius would never outright say it but he likes messing you up, he'll pull out midway through his orgasm to get it on your stomach or back or simply to watch it drip out of you. He'll apologise gruffly but it happens a bit too often to be an accident.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs): He spends so much time fighting, that it has definitely crossed his mind about taking you right after they've conquered a city, i also think that as different as he is to his brother, the thrill of battle still gets to him in a way. He'll eye the throne ,of a man that definitely was not worthy of wearing a crown, with disdain, and then he'll think of you, how he can't wait to get back to you, how he wishes you were with him right then and there to celebrate, how easily he could dismiss his soldiers and bend you over that throne and slide inside of you- he just really misses you.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?): He has a couple of notches under his belt, but they are definitely countable on one hand, he is so busy and he definitely needs to trust someone a lot to be able to fully allow himself the ability to relax like that with them.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual): Anything where he can simply, hold you, against him, over him, under him, just lay there and let him do the job, he'll switch between what he sees working for his partner and what works for him after they cum.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc): He is more relaxed, but isn't ready to just laugh ,it breaks his concentration, might slap your ass and growl for you to focus, but won't chastise you if you laugh at something.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.): Darius doesn't trim or shave, he is a soldier first and foremost ,he'll keep himself as clean as possible but he won't spend any more time on something so unecessary.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…): He isn't particularly good with romance or romantic gestures, but he'll try, he'll let you lay back and give you a massage to relax after a long day and then he'll pull open your thighs and dive in.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon): Too focused on his duty to focus on his dick, starts doing it more often after you start plaguing his thoughts though, which gets him more frustrated if he is being honest, he should be focusing on war strategies not the idea of fucking you over the Grand General’s desk.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks): Darius is probably very very vanilla, can't see him trying anything extreme or unconventional.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do): Away from possible prying eyes, he would rather not have you in a war camp, but if that's the only spot you two have he'll order any man around his tent to fuck off and carry you over his shoulder, his intentions, and why he should not be bothered very very clear.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going): Strength, its cliche and oh so Noxian of him, but wether you are standing up for yourself verbally or slicing through an enemy with an axe ,Darius wants to see that fire behind your eyes.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs): Sharing, it doesn't even cross his mind because the moment its known that the Hand of Noxus is pursuing you nobody dares to even think of flirting with you.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc): Doesn't have much of a preference , doesn't prefer it over being actually inside of you, but won’t complain.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.): He starts off slower with deep strokes , but the closer to his climax he gets the rougher he gets ,the moment you cum he'll tell you to hold on and finish himself off quickly.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.): Depends heavily on his duty, if he is busy don't even think of bothering him, if he has time to spare though he'll let you know, so you can drop by and ride him until Swain asks for him or something.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.): Surprisingly not a risk taker in his sex life, if something ain't broke why fix it by adding unecessary parts.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…): You know his stamina is high, the Hand of Noxus has stamina for hours, and if his partner wants to be satisfied, who is he to not satisfy them.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?): He does not really understand toys, but as long as you don't tell him about them he is okay with you using them when he is away, not necessarily for any pride related reasons, but because you are already such a distraction that he doesn’t want to think of you pleasing yourself on top of everything.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease): Not a tease , he doesn't see the point of it, he isn't really about playing games, but if you absolutely must test his patience, he'll give it to you, he'll growl about everything you did to fucking annoy him and ask why must you always play these games with him while pushing your head down and his cock in. If it's his cock you wanted he'll make sure to give it to you.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make): He grunts and growls through his teeth , definitely throws his head back and curses lowly with that first slide in.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice): He is definitely on the more vanilla side of things, but i can see him being easy to coax into something like primal play, pull him out to a forest and have him chase you. He'll catch you that's a guarantee but oh will he make your loss worth it.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words): You know it's big, i know it's big, god knows its big, he is built like a brick house.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?): He spends so much time on the battlefield and in war rooms that he forgets to care for himself, and especially those parts of himself. He wants to be with you, but Noxus comes first.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards): He does not fall asleep until he is sure you are comfortable , he'll wait for you to be asleep before he can relax next to you.

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they all got hit w my sillyinator

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uhhh im probably going to be taking a bit of a break writing wise apologies to my ffriends followers and anons but uh yeah 💯 any wips ill still work on but u might not see me post em for the next week (??)

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son and mom

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PS. DON'T DIE AGAIN episode 09; LOVE DRUNK

warnings  ✧  kys jokes, sexual jokes. song inspo  ✧  i feel it , saint luna

━━━━ IN WHICH KENNY IS A LITTLE TOO IN LOVE.

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LAWD LCYDE C;UUUUDE

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No bc i keep rereading this fic 😭😭

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daylight

kenny mccormick / reader

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inspired by ‘daylight’ by david kushner

cw. | angst, mild nsfw content

being friends with the guys was both a blessing and a curse. on one hand, they were your protectors, and they were pretty fierce about it. they were also fantastic company. there was never a moment where you weren’t laughing.

on the other hand, there was kenny mccormick.

a pair of hands came down on your shoulders, kenny’s grinning face appearing next to you. you grimaced, rolling your eyes, and put a bookmark into the textbook you’d been taking notes from. he slid into the booth beside you, eyes lighting up at he looked at you, then to stan and kyle.

“you guys will never believe whose house i just came from,” the blonde blurted excitedly. you felt as though someone had just twisted a knife in your chest, a sour taste in your mouth.

“whose house?” stan drawled with a roll of his eyes, kyle’s face growing bored as he turned his attention from his textbook to kenny. the blonde puffed out his chest, smile bright and eyes shining. you huffed and reopened your textbook, hand working to type your notes on your laptop.

“heidi turner. she’s been one of the greatest so far,” he boasted. kyle sighed and looked back down at his schoolwork, one hand working to type out an essay while the other flipped pages. you envied his incredible multitasking skills.

“kenny, i love you, bro. i really do. but maybe you should probably lay off the whole sleeping around thing. your body count’s almost as high as your age,” kyle mumbled distractedly. stan nodded in agreement and you stayed in your gloomy silence.

“but it’s fun, kyle. i get to have all these fun experiences so i’m like a god when i finally settle down.” you rolled your eyes, letting out a nearly silent sigh. this caught kenny’s attention, his eyes snapping to you with a frown on his face.

“what do you think, y/n? as a virgin with no experience, wouldn’t you rather spend the rest of your life with someone that knows what they’re doing?” he asked. your head popped up, eyes narrowing at the blonde next to you.

“first of all, kenny, i’m not a virgin. i haven’t been for months. you’d know if you got your head out of your ass. second of all, i’d prefer settling down with a man who’s more interested in me specifically than gloating about his hookups,” you deadpanned, then turned your eyes back to your work. kyle nodded along in agreement.

“oh, shut up, kyle. i know for sure you’re a virgin,” kenny grumbled, slumping in the booth. the red head shook his head with a smug grin, finally making eye contact with kenny once again.

“i lost it the same day as y/n. you can piece it together yourself. i know you’re smart enough.”

you couldn’t help the snort you let out, though your heart dropped the second the words left kyle’s mouth. as much as kenny’s escapades hurt you, you didn’t want him to think lowly of you for sleeping with his best friend.

“you fucked y/n?” he asked, in such a quiet voice you weren’t sure if anyone heard it besides you. kyle’s smile turned sarcastic as he offered up a nod.

“there you go, buddy. i told you you were smart!”

your mouth was dry. you could barely meet kenny’s eye as you also nodded, worrying your lip between your teeth. kyle caught your eye, giving you a smile of encouragement and a pat to the hand.

if you hadn’t been so caught in the moment, you would’ve seen the way kenny’s entire face fell before he stormed out of the cafe, throwing some excuse about karen over his shoulder.

“he acts like a simple business transaction is the end of the world,” stan muttered in a monotone, fingers to his lips as he squinted at the book in front of him. you sighed with a roll of your eyes and a nod of your head, kyle murmuring his agreement. you couldn’t help but feel a little guilty.

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three in the morning was not a pleasant time for a visitor. you were already irritable from the hours of studying you’d completed that day and from the lack of sleep over the past few weeks in preparation for exams. the icing on the cake was kenny swaying on your front porch, hiccuping and covered in bruises and cuts. you raised an eyebrow at him, but didn’t comment, letting him inside your apartment.

“you know where the bathroom is. i’ll meet you there,” you murmured, then trudged off to the kitchen for a glass of water and a sandwich. you carried both up with you, setting them on your desk before joining kenny in the bathroom. he was bent over on top of your toilet seat cover, head in his hands and elbows resting against his knees. he barely glanced at you when you came in, even as you kneeled in front of him and settled a hand against his knee.

“kenny, look at me,” you whispered, eyebrows drawn up in the middle, frown against your lips. he finally managed to bring his gaze to meet yours, letting his hands fall from his face, leaving his teary eyes and quivering lips exposed to you. you sighed and stood completely up, pulling him into a tight hug, his head buried in your stomach. you raked your fingers through his hair, taking a deep breath to settle the butterflies fluttering in your stomach and the ache thudding in your chest.

“you’re okay, ken,” you mumbled, eyes flitting up to the ceiling to push back the tears. kenny rarely ever cried, and when he did, it was so upsetting that you couldn’t help but do so yourself. maybe it was the love you had for him or the pitiful wails he let out. either way, it hurt you just as much as it hurt him.

“i got into a fight with kyle,” he sobbed into your torso, arms circled around your waist and hands gripping the back of your shirt. “i got drunk and showed up at his house. a-and i started yelling at him and i punched him. i’m such a fuck up, y/n. i’m so sorry.”

you sighed and pushed him back by his shoulders, a hand under his chin keeping his glossy eyes on yours.

“you’re not a fuck up, kenny. people make mistakes. you just have to learn from them.” he sniffled grossly as he nodded, wiping the tears from his face with a frown.

“thank you. i’m sorry.” you offered him a kind smile and pulled a bundle of cotton balls and rubbing alcohol from the cabinet in your bathroom.

once you’d finished cleaning all the small cuts scattered across his face, you fed him the sandwich and watched as he drank the water you’d provided. all was done in a comfortable silence, kenny’s eyes downcast all the while, sniffling occasionally. then you were sat on the edge of your bed whilst kenny lay beneath the comforter, eyes locked and your hand stroking his hair.

“it’ll be alright, ken. maybe not now, but it will be,” you hummed. he hesitated before he nodded, offering a shaky smile.

“thank you, y/n,” he whispered. you hummed in response, then pressed a kiss to the top of his head and made your way to the couch.

being friends with kenny was a torturous nightmare.

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life had resumed as it normally would. you, kyle, and stan were frantically studying for your exams, and kenny was sleeping with another girl almost every night. he still came to brag about it and still was shut down about every single one.

you were growing more angry with every girl he gloated about. you knew that eventually you’d end up blowing up and ruining your friendship. it was one of your greatest fears, but at this point, he was doing more damage than you could handle.

“i can’t do this, guys,” you sighed as you settled into the diner booth. kyle and stan were munching away on the cheese fries they’d ordered for the table. you popped one into your mouth, sighing through your nose.

“he’s honestly getting a bit overzealous with the whole thing,” stan grumbled, kyle humming in agreement.

“honestly, y/n, why don’t you just tell kenny? i mean, what could go wrong?” kyle murmured. you were opening your mouth to respond as a chipper kenny slid into the seat beside you, tossing an arm over your shoulder.

“tell me what?” he asked, bright grin on his face. your cheeks reddened, butterflies swarming in your stomach, arms crossing over your chest and scowl forming on your lips.

“y/n’s a milk before cereal person,” stan responded nonchalantly, pushing the tray of fries towards kenny. the blonde made quick work of stuffing his face with them, seemingly completely forgetting the topic of conversation as the rest of you discussed your exams.

“so what’s really going on?” kenny spoke as the conversation died down. stan and kyle both turned their attention to you, kenny glancing at you out of the corner of his eye as he finished up the food.

“oh, you know, nothing much. just harboring deep romantic feelings for you,” you stated. you tried to be as nonchalant as stan had been, but your voice shook as you spoke and you refused to look at kenny. his entire body stiffened, head snapping your way, and you wanted to die. your eyes were wide on kyle’s, both he and stan stilled with shock.

“what?” kenny asked, his voice small and body unmoving. you cleared your throat, worrying your lip between your teeth, fingers dancing atop the diner table. kyle caught your fingers in his, stan giving an encouraging nod.

“i’m in love with you, kenny. i have been for a while,” you started, stealing a glance at kenny’s shocked face. “i’m not expecting you to return my feelings. please stop talking about your sexual experiences around me. it’s causing me a lot of hurt. that’s all i ask of you.”

kenny was silent for a long time, and tears were welling in your eyes. you felt your heart crumbling in your chest, and the desire to leave the situation became too much to bear. you stood up as far as you could in the booth, grabbing your phone and wallet, and climbed over kenny to escape. he caught your wrist, and you tore it away, walking away with a swiftness.

“what are you doing, bozo? fucking chase her!” kyle snapped. kenny gulped down the lump in his throat and jogged after you, catching you by your wrist again just as you stepped out of the restaurant. he tugged you into a side alley, far from the view of other people in a desperate attempt to keep your privacy intact.

“y/n, wait,” he spoke through gasps. your heart leapt to your throat, looking at him through teary eyes. his face fell upon seeing the sadness on yours, one hand rising to cup your face.

“i’m sorry,” he whispered. you shook your head, sniffling and blinking away your tears.

“it’s fine, kenny. let me go,” you murmured back. he shook his head vigorously, eyebrows furrowed frustratedly.

“no, y/n, it’s not fucking fine. i’ve spent years sleeping around, wasting my life on women i don’t care about, because of you. i’ve tried so hard to find a girl that reminds me of you because you never could give me the time of day. goddammit, i fucking love you, y/n!”

you were winded, frozen, eyes wide and tears falling. your heart thudded away in your chest, thundering in your ears and turning your face pink. then you were laughing, fist gripping kenny’s hoodie for dear life, head tipped back.

“we’re both so stupid,” you wheezed. then you grabbed kenny by the back of the neck and pulled him to you, kissing him with all the passion you held in your body. one of his arms fell around your waist, the other cradling the side of your face. the butterflies in your stomach were swarming again, warmth spreading through your body, goosebumps forming everywhere his hands touched.

“be my girlfriend,” he whispered between kisses, lips moving against yours with a hunger he’d never felt before.

“in a heartbeat,” you gasped as his lips trailed across your jaw and down the column of your throat. your back fell flat against the wall behind you, kenny’s rough fingertips drawing your leg around his hip.

“i’m gonna make love to you right here in this alley. you’re mine.”

by the time you’d gotten back to the diner booth, your hair was a mess and your collarbone was covered in hickeys. kenny was no better, a dopey smile on his face, mysterious stains spotting his hoodie. stan and kyle took one look at your panting bodies and let out matching sighs of irritation.

“you’re so fucking gross, guys. really? in public?”

“i mean, i’d do it too, but still. we’re supposed to be having a nice dinner right now.”

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Hey ummm this is my first time asking someone to write soo sorry if it's not good.

Anyways 4 main x reader how would there first kiss be like (romantic, weird,messy ykyk)

Hope you have a good day

╭ . . . first kisses ੭

• ➛ main four x reader ( separate ) ╰ notes / warnings :: just swearing, also this might be a little ooc

STAN MARSH - ✮ •

━ your first kiss would be quite awkward with STAN since the poor boy is trying not to vomit all over you.

━ he'll probably just give you a quick - yet sweet - peck on the lips then vomit.

━ while it's really sweet its also kinda sad - mostly for stan- he set up a little date for the two of you just for his first kiss with you and it all went to shit when he felt the take away he ate a few minutes ago coming back up

━ still though you found it cute that he tried and comforted him as best as you could

" awh man- I'm sorry [ name ] " Stan mumbled, running a hand through his hair clearly annoyed with himself for vomiting at such an important time in your guy's relationship. You laughed softly " Its fine, Stan, honest " giving his hand a small squeeze you leaned against his side " really ? " he asked, still ashamed with vomiting nearly all over you " course " you laughed, pressing a kiss to his cheek causing a red blush to take over your boyfriend's face. He slap his hand over his mouth - again- trying not to throw up, as he stared at you, absolutely in love and bewildered.

KYLE BROFLOVSKI - ✮ •

━ KYLE'S first kiss with you would be really romantic

━ Just like his buddy stan, kyle would make a date for your first kiss except it would be much more classy. While stan would probably order take out and watch movies with you for his date, Kyle would bring you to a restaurant ( probably in a suit as well ) and then walk you home after.

━ The kiss happened when kyle walked you back home, you thanked him and then pressed a kiss to his lips

━ Like i said, verry classy but still it was the best kiss of Kyle's life.

" Thank you for everything tonight kyle " you smiled, right after kissing him, it wasnt a short kiss nor was it awkward it was the most perfect kiss kyle's ever experienced. It felt so right to him and it must've felt right for you too. " I- uhm ... yeah dude? " he cursed at himself mentally for calling you 'dude' after such a romantic moment. Thankfully though you didnt seem offended, in fact you seemed to find it even cuter and funnier " Yeah . . . dude " you laughed, pressing another kiss, this time much quicker, to his cheek before walking home leaving a very flustered kyle behind. His legs were weak and wobblily, his face a shade of red that could easily rival his hair colour. He loved you so much, thats for sure.

KENNY MCCORMICK - ✮ •

━ your first kiss with KENNY would be sexual yet romantic, i mean come on its kenny.

━ The kiss would also happen right after you agree to be his girlfriend / boyfriend / lover or whatever. It would happen at your house, you two were hanging out after a date and kenny asked you the question when you answered yes he practically tackled you.

━ it would also lead to a make out, again how can it not?

━ now you have to pray that none of your guardians come in because, oh boy.

" Ken!- " you yelped once kenny paused his kiss for air, the blonde turned his head to the side, curious as to what you want " hm? yeah babe " your face was completely red " what if someone walks in and catches u- " Kenny cut you off with another loving kiss, his hands cupped your face " so ? now that you're mine i want everyone to know " he gave you a grin, you returning it " hahmm, fine " laughing kenny once more pressed his lips to yours, your arms wrapped around his neck pulling him closer, enjoying the moment with him.

ERIC CARTMAN - ✮ •

━ God, i dont even know how to describe your first kiss with ERIC

━ it was probably to show that your his lover, so a jealousy kiss- its that or a kiss after you made fun of kyle

━ he'd be so proud of you if you made fun of him he'd kiss you right Infront of everyone- something he's never done and never will do again, nothing against you its just he hates people seeing him kissing you.

━ After that, all kisses are private, it was just a one time public kiss.

" Eric ! " you gasped as his lips left yours, you didnt even know why he kissed you since he told you at the start of your relationship that all kisses and affection would be in private and yet right now he kissed you. in front of quite a lot of people. " I- im just so proud of you baby ! " he (probably fake) sniffed, smiling " what ?- wha... is this because i yelled at kyle and told him to fuck off ? " cartman nodded and pressed more kisses on your cheek, a red blush on you face. Wow, was all of this just because you made fun of kyle for like a millisecond. Not gonna lie, it was kinda nice, you just gotta now make sure to return the favor of the kiss later.

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No bc i love it when butters is included in these x reader fixs :)))

Stans group + butters lipstick trend

requested

notes; this is so fucking cute omg i love this trend even though im a hater and wish it was me.

STANLEY MARSH

Ofc you gotta offer, I can see Stan, having TikTok, but never really on it.

I don’t think he’s as nervous as he would’ve been as a kid definitely got more confident in a bit more perverted.

it does take y’all a while though because he can’t stop staring at you.

You’re standing up why you do this, so he has his hands on the back of your thighs.

Everytime you kiss him we would mumbled something.

He’s least favorite part is when you’re picking out with lipstick color you want.

“ Babe come onnnn, does it really matter?”

bro he cant stop looking at youuu, like anything you do hes looking at you loving you.

this makes him wanna do more trends with you ngl. Cus usually hes never down for shit like this.

He doesnt really know what to do at the end, like do he just stand there orrr???

It goes like this

ORRR THIS

KYLE BROFLOSKI

He offers the tiktok, He as bit bit nervous to ask you, but he seen it all over his for you page and he wanted to do it so bad.

Kyle is definitely TikTok famous and he likes to have them perfect.

He pick out the lipgloss for you.

his TikTok fans know you, they love seeing the two of you.

The videos comes out perfect like he wanted it to.

and the fans are EATING IT UPPPPP.

Any tiktok your in they eat up.

his friends would try to rip on him he will bring up how many views it got.

LIKE ITS PROBLEY THE TOP VIRAL VIDEO UNDER THE SOUND.

YALL ARE SOO CUTE OMG ITS LIKE THIS AT THE END

LEOPOLD BUTTERS STOTCH

Girl. You already know you offered it.

but it will never say no to any idea you have. I put that on everything LMFAO.

you two are sitting at your vanity if you had to pull over your desk here for him to sit in front of you.

as much as he loves the kisses, his favorite part is picking up the lipstick color and he picks his bright pink but it’s not too ugly so you agree.

it turns into yall just giggling to a point.

idk yall be forgetting that butters isnt always as cutesy and babish so when your kissing his face standing up his hands are on the back of your thighs and hes just rubbing them up and down.

idk like just being around butters is fun, like the whole process yall are laughing.

when there is times when you pause to look at his face he smiles and compliments you.

yours end like this

KENNY MCCORMICK

He asked you if you can do the trend.

He’s sitting on your bed as your legs are over him so he put his hands on your ass.

He wants to pick out your lip stick for you. And it takes a whileee.

“That one is pretty kenny!” - You

“It needs to be darker” - Kenny

It takes 15 tries (in counting).

He keeps getting distracted.

As soon as you kiss him he tries to give you a hickey.

He cant stop looking at you and smirking.

“ Kenny stoppppp”

“Your just so fucking pretty baby”

At the end of the video he makes out with you or when you finally finish.

it like this.

ERIC CARTMAN

You asked and at first he said no, until you asked literally 2 seconds later which he said “okay fineeee”

He also HAVES to pick the lipstick color.

Lmfao he be more into the tiktoks than you 😭.

“ noo y/n, lets rerecord it!”

hes sooo bossy through the process it not even funny. He will have a mirrior and be telling you where to put the next kisss.

dont let it go viral….he wont know how to act.

he acts super irritated but he really does like it.

like i know people write him in a mean way but i feel like if eric really likes you then it wont be like heidi, he seemed fake. it will be more like himself but nicer and real.

The end is like this

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SOBBING

Stan Marsh x Reader pt 4

All characters are over 18!

It isn't you

You walked out of school successfully being able to avoid both Stan and Wendy. As you walk to your car you see Wendy leaning against it. You hesitantly walk over and she walks up to you.

"Hey Y/N. Look I'm sorry for what happened Friday. I don't want you to think we're judging you. We dropped it and I hope you can forgive me." Wendy says taking your hand.

Her hands were soft and you couldn't help but believe your hands were insanely sweaty as all the flashbacks of you and Stan flood your mind. You were on the brink of tears and felt like you couldn't breathe from all the guilt you felt.

"Y/N? You ok?" Wendy asked.

"Y-yeah It's fine don't worry about it. I really have to go. I-i'll talk to you later." You say pushing past her and speeding out of the parking lot.

You make your way to your house and go up to your room. You lay down on your bed and look up at the ceiling. You lay there for hours just processing every thought that ran through your head. Your phone started ringing and when you look over seeing that it was Stan. You sit up quickly and answer the call.

"H-hey." You say wiping away the tears you didn't know you had shed.

"Y/N. I know this isn't the best time but I need to meet up with you. Meet me at the park as soon as you can." He says before hanging up.

You groan and quickly make your way to the park. Once you get there you see Stan sitting on a bench. You walk up to him and he quickly stands up and faces you. He gives a weak smile and walks closer to you but you avoid eye contact and take a step back.

"What do you want?" You ask him.

"I'm telling Wendy I'm breaking up with her. I'm not going to tell her we slept together but Y/N." He says holding your hand and making you look up at him. "I want to be with you."

"Stop it." You say trying to pull your hand away.

"I'm not joking Y/N I want to be with you. I've been thinking about you like crazy. I've never felt this way not with Wendy not with anyone." He says as tears form in both of your eyes.

"S-stan I can't." You start letting your tears roll down.

"I love you Y/N don't tell me you don't feel it too." He says holding your hand tighter. "I know you feel it too."

"I can't feel it! Even if you tell Wendy I still betrayed her I still slept with you when you two were together!" You yell crying. "I can't be with you."

You pull away and try to walk away but Stan pulls you back kissing you roughly. For a second you kiss back holding onto his arms but quickly pull away. You look up at him and break down sobbing.

"Stan I can't do this. I-I'm sorry." You say your voice cracking. Stan stands there letting tears roll down his cheeks watching you walk away from him.

He wasn't lying to you. He truly never felt the way he did for anyone ever. Watching you walk away broke his heart but he was set on breaking up with Wendy. Once you had left he immediately made his way to Wendy's house. He knocked on the door and once she opened it she smiled warmly.

"Hey babe what's up?" She asks.

"I'm breaking up with you." He said bluntly making Wendy's smile fade away.

She laughs nervously and crosses her arms. "I think I heard you wrong."

"You didn't. I want to break up with you Wendy and for good." He says.

Wendy avoids eye contact and tears up. "Why?"

"Wendy we've broken up every 5 months since elementary school. Honestly, I only now realized I don't think I love you." He says bluntly.

This was different from their other breakups usually it was out of anger and ended quickly but this time? This time Stan didn't have Wendy's feelings in mind at all. He was thinking of you.

"Who is she?" Wendy asks

"There doesn't need to be anyone else it just isn't you." He says before turning away. "I'm sorry Wendy."

"Me too." She says closing the door

A/N: Hope yall liked it. Please take some time to read my other lil stories as always love you all thank you sm for reading!🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷

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hiii my silly billies! i've decided who i'm going to write the smau/series for, and it'll be a multi series! :)

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hello can you make headcanons for Stan, Kyle, Kenny, Tolkien and Butters on what is their type of girl<3333 ;)

you can take your time there isn't any rush

hihi! you can find this list right here ! thank you so much for requesting anon ! :) i hope you enjoy !!!

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♡ what they look for in a girl

[stan marsh x reader] ; [kyle brof. x reader]

[kenny mc. x reader] ; [leopold butters stotch x reader]

[tolkien b. x reader] 🟊

gender : female cws : minor nsfw

requested : yes! thank you anon ! relationship : none mentioned

authors note : i wanted to write what they look for in personality traits, instead of appearance, hope that was okay!

NOTICE : as always, these characters are aged up to be in college 19/20+!

stanley marsh :

♡ i feel like he'd really want someone who is comfortable with silence, like being alone together in the same room doing separate things, yet enjoying each others presence. i think quiet time/being able to be around each other while being quiet is important to him, since he has to deal with so much talking in south park in general.

♡ i also think he's want someone who's really stable in his life. like he wouldn't necessarily want a girl who's always mentally stable, but more like he wants to be able to depend on someone especially during harder moments when he's struggling. he’d want to find stability in your relationship.

♡ definitely wants a girl who can take their relationship seriously but also who can kind of be playful at times. since stan is kind of a ticking time bomb, he'll want someone who's kind of also emotionally smart enough to tell when something is off with him because he struggles with expressing those same emotions.

♡ trust. this one is probably the biggest one for stan, he needs stability and trust in a relationship with anyone. he needs to be able to trust you'll be honest with him.

♡ i think all of this combined with support and love for him is what he looks for in a partner :)

kyle broflovski :

♡ as i'm sure everyone knows, he'd want someone very family oriented! even if you aren't close with your own family, as long as you care about having a family in the future, or are close to his own family i think that's good enough for him.

♡ would also really want someone to be on good terms with his mom and ike, since his dad is fairly easy to get along with and his mom is very much the head of the household - he'd want a girl to get along with her - even if that means looking at his baby photos with her.

♡ also would want someone who might be interested in religion, or at the very least doesn't make fun of him for his own.

♡ looks for communication in relationships, especially if he did something wrong? he’d want to know as soon as it happened. he’s probably a bit worried of losing you, or being abandoned by you because of heidi and that whole situation, so someone who can easily communicate their issues are reassure him everything is okay and stable in their relationship is perfect for him.

♡ i get the impression that his standards are kind of on the floor, with his mistreatment from cartman and heidi both, he just wants someone who won't leave him or make fun of him or his insecurities.

kenny mccormick :

♡ definitely wants a girl who will try anything once, if you catch my drift. especially if you'll initiate it as well? or seem invested in trying something new with him :)

♡ i feel like he’d really like someone to crack jokes with. i think he shares eric’s similar sense of humor but doesn’t actually want to full blown do the whole ‘eric’ thing all the time (ie dealing with cartman). sometimes i think he just wants to make a lil bit of fun with you! you know?

♡ he’d probably also want someone who’s a little more on the adventurous side, who’s probably a bit ambitious, again someone who’d be willing to try anything once. he probably really wants someone around who can also have their own wild side!

♡ also probably looks for someone who is kind to karen, especially if it means her crashing your guys dates.

♡ overall i feel like he doesn't have a huuuge preference, but more like he just wants someone he can get along with! definitely someone with a sense of humor similar to him.

leopold butters stotch :

♡ this is just my totally personal opinion but i feel like he'd really like someone also outgoing and also understanding? he might always be worried he's messing up or something while being with you, but would want you to be understanding when he makes a mistake.

♡ a little bit of chaos goes a long way. someone who will be able to create a little chaos with him from time to time would definitely be something he wants in a girl.

♡ playful intimacy, he doesn't wanna feel insecure with those intimate moments he has with you, but i think a little bit of playfulness with each other would totally brighten his day.

♡ i feel like he'd really look for a sense of belonging in a girl, somewhere where he fits in, and feels safe. since he doesn't get a lot of that at home, he'd really want to feel far from his home around a girl.

♡ to be honest i don't think butters thinks too much about what he wants, it just kind of happens for him.

tolkien black :

♡ i feel like tolkien probably looks for someone who's really good at communicating. he'd want to avoid any and all drama, considering he's got enough of it just living in south park normally.

♡ this one is kind of a given, but i feel like he'd want a girl who's more on the mature side, similar to stan but in a different way. he'd want a girl with more of her own interests and things that she enjoys. he really wants someone who's able to talk to him about mature things and not have to be worried too much that you won't take it seriously.

♡ someone self confident i imagine, i think he already has enough going on that he doesn't necessarily want to be worried about you on top of his family and everything else. which isn't to say he won't support you during your down moments, but being confident in yourself is probably a big one for him.

♡ this all ties in with the other ones, but self reliance and being good to yourself is probably big for him, again he doesn't wanna be in charge of you but will definitely take care of you when you need it - you know?

♡ overall, he just wants someone who's a bit normal or at least a bit less hectic or crazy than the rest of south park.

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NO CAUSE WHY IS THIS SO GOOD ?????????? HLEF

Stan Marsh x reader p 3

Warnings: All characters are 18+ unless otherwise stated, contain swearing and sexual content.

Who was it?

You walk up to Wendy's house and knock on the door. You didn't want to come in fact you wanted to distance yourself more from Wendy but you knew it would look weird if you didn't show after Bebe told all the girls there was a breakthrough. Wendy opened the door and lead you inside up to her room where Bebe was writing on a whiteboard full of pictures of different people including Jimmy, Butters, Kenny, and Stan who was in the center of the board.

"W-whats all this?" You ask.

"This is our detective board so we got all the band members who had access to the band and some pictures of different girls who look like they would fit into the panties Wendy found," Bebe explained.

"You looked at the size of the underwear?" Nicole asked Wendy.

"I was curious!" Wendy said laughing.

"So how do we find out who did it?" Heidi asked.

"Well, I think we should mark Stan off it can't be him," Wendy says.

Bebe rolls her eyes and looks at you expecting you to tell her otherwise but you keep your mouth shut. She crosses off Stan and writes some things down on the board. You zone out for most of the meeting only thinking of ways to make the girls think someone else did it.

"Y/N are you listening?" Bebe asked you.

"Huh oh sorry." You respond, looking up and seeing the board look completely different than when you started.

"Since you're closer to the guys than us you need to get intel from them. Our big suspects are Kenny and Jimmy. Butters would have used his own car Kenny and Jimmy not so much." Bebe said.

"You really think Jimmy would do that?" You ask.

"He would need more space for his crutches and he doesn't have his own car so if we would do it. It has to be in the van." Nicole said.

"And Kenny?" You ask.

"C'mon, it's Kenny. If he had less class he would have done it out in the open." Bebe said

"Right dumb question." You mutter.

"Oh my god, I completely forgot you were there Y/N," Wendy said.

"Y-yeah." You say starting to panic a bit.

"Did you see Kenny or Jimmy with anyone? What happened after the show?" Wendy asked.

"A-after the show I asked them for an autograph and Stan left to put the things in the van and that's when I left." You say.

"Hm, so not much help. Don't worry we still love you." Bebe says

"Do you guys really think we should be doing this? I mean privacy and stuff." You say nervously.

Wendy thinks about it while Bebe's eyes widen and she lets out a squeal.

"OMG Y/N! It's you, isn't it?! You're Cinderella?!" Bebe squealed.

"Y/N? Are you serious you fucked in Stan's van?" Heidi asked.

"W-what n-n-no!" You lie quickly getting up.

"Oh my god, who was it?" Wendy asks.

"Jimmy?" Nicole asks.

"Kenny?" Hiedi asks.

"Oo maybe we were wrong and it was Butters!" Bebe squealed.

"This is too much." You say backing up.

"Hey Y/N we're all friends don't worry about it. We won't judge you." Wendy says trying to comfort you.

As she gets close to you your hands start to sweat and you feel a wave of guilt wash over you. You start to panic and before you know it you run out of the house getting into your car quickly. You drive without having a clear destination in mind. Before you knew it you ended up at Tegrady farm. You look up and realize where you are.

"Fuck!" You yell in frustration hitting your steering wheel. You start crying out of anger and keep hitting the steering wheel while yelling.

You suddenly hear a knock on your window and when you look up you see Stan. You get out of the car and start sobbing harder. You hit his chest in anger and he lets you. He holds onto you pulling you into a tight hug letting you cry into his chest. He rubs your back and doesn't say a word.

"They know it was me." You say between sobs.

He panics but doesn't let it show and takes you inside the house. It was quiet and empty just the two of you. He takes you to his room and sits you down on the bed as he paces around the room thinking of what to do.

"What do we do?" He mutters to himself.

"Fuck I don't know!" You yell still crying.

He sighs and sits down next to you pulling you in and stroking your hair trying to calm you down. "It'll be ok."

"No, it won't when this gets out." You start.

"It won't get out. We'll figure this out." He mutters.

You look up at him and he stares into your eyes. For the first time ever you two didn't hate each other. You never felt this way for Stan you always hated him but right now you wanted nothing other than him. You lean in kissing him softly he kisses back pulling you in tightly. You move closer as he lays down on the bed. You sit on top of him as you two make out.

He moves his hands down to your waist holding you tightly. He pulls back from the kiss and looks up at you. You sit up straight on his lap and pull off your shirt. You move back down and kiss Stan's neck softly. He lets out a small moan and he starts taking off his pants.

"H-holy fuck." Stan stutters out as you take off his shirt revealing his chest.

"I really want you, Stan." You say kissing down his chest and moving down lower and lower.

You take off his boxers making his cock spring out. He held his breath as his face turned red and he raised his arm up to cover his face. You look up at him as you take his member into your mouth. You slowly bob your head keeping eye contact with him.

"Ah~" He moans out thrusting his hips up and pushing himself deeper into your mouth.

You keep bobbing your head making him moan out loudly. "H-holy fuck Y/N~"

You go quicker until you can feel his cock twitch in your mouth then you quickly pull away making him groan from the sudden loss of sensation. He looks up at you and even without saying anything his eyes were begging you to keep going. You kiss him softly and he grows more frustrated.

He flips you over and gets on top of you. He pulls off your pants and underwear and teases your slit with his fingers. As he slips two fingers into you you moan out softly. He looks up at you seeing how desperate you were for more.

He removes his fingers and slowly pushes his cock inside you. You let out a gasp and moan out. Stan looks down at you seeing how much you were enjoying it. He starts thrusting slowly and quickly picks up his pace.

"S-stan~!" You moan out gripping the sheets.

He moans as he keeps thrusting harder and faster. He holds onto your hips as he keeps going.

"God you're so tight~!" He moans and thrust into you harder.

"Fuck I'm gonna cum~!" You moan digging your nails into his back.

He throws your legs over his shoulders and thrust deeper as you cum onto his cock. He keeps going and pulls out cumming onto your stomach and tits.

He sits down on the bed and tried to catch his breath. "Holy fuck."

"God what is wrong with me." You say hiding your face in your hands.

He lays down in bed and cleans off your stomach. He holds you close and kisses the top of your head. "We'll figure this out."

"Stan things just got messier. How do we get out of this?"

"I don't know."

A/N: sorry it's so bad. Idk I just hate everything I write but I really hope you guys enjoyed this and again any suggestions are great. Let me know if should you end up with Stan in the end or if should this be a sad end Love yall 🩷

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ME OOOOOOOOWOOOOOW LAWD

Now playing: brutal - olivia rodrigo

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( Part one of #the sour series. )

Pairing: Stan Marsh x Reader

The promise of youth is a complete disappointment. All of those teen films you’d consumed as a child were completely misleading. Growing up you wondered what kind of protagonist you would be, though, the older you got the less you started to think that you were even a prominent character. As a child you spent most of your days daydreaming, romanticizing any interactions that you could hoping that the title card of your life would eventually roll and you would finally understand what everything was for. Though, to those around you it seemed as if you had wasted away your childhood trapped in your own mind. The harsh truth of reality hit you in the face like a wall you’d just blindly walked into. Your parents' were the most disappointed of all it seemed. All they wanted was for you to live the same life that every other teenager around you seemed to have— always telling you to enjoy your youth. You never found that fair, though considering it wasn’t that easy to simply enjoy it. It felt as if your parents was always meddling with your life, saying what you should and shouldn’t do, you never living up to their expectations. Burying yourself in your passion for music didn’t seem to entertain them much either, the two of them believing that it was a waste of time. Slowly with time you grew to resent them— you knew that wasn’t fair but you couldn’t help it. Maybe it was simply all that buried teenage angst.

All they’d ever say was that this was the best part of your life, so you should enjoy it while it lasts before your life went downhill from here. The sad thing was, this was normalized so you never seemed to have the right to be upset by their statements despite how depressing thing it was to hear. Your teenage years were filled with stress and with it, anxiety. The ideal life you had crafted in your mind from such a young age was quickly ripped to shreds in front of you. You felt a tremendous amount of pressure to be perfect. More and more insecurities began to creep into your mind and make their home in it as if you’d simply left the door unlocked for them. You didn’t have the strength to fight against them— they were real. It seemed everyone your age around you was having the time of their lives. The more years went by the bitterness inside you grew to be almost all consuming and all you could ask yourself was where your teenage dream was. You felt completely inadequate. Your ego had been completely broken and you felt utterly inferior to everyone around you. Anger soon followed. For some reason you felt like your entire identity was gone as if it had just been stripped from you. You had no idea who you were or why you were here— where you were going. The only thing that you knew was music.

The insecurities that you had were always hard to handle so you tried your best to channel them in a healthy way, writing songs to help yourself process your emotions in a healthy way rather than engaging in self-destruction. Most times it helped with your emotional instability, other times it made it worse. You decided that the good outweighed the bad in that scenario. Music, for you was a nice hobby— though eventually it became your dream. When something you enjoy becomes your job it can get stressful and demanding, you knew that which is why you tried your best to keep your passion for it through positive thinking. You were talented, anyone with ears could have told you that but with that talent comes a risk. Offers came and went often, most of the time you had ignored them, no matter how enticing they were. You knew the industry— you knew how hard artists had been worked hard. That might have been your future but you decided that for now, while you were still young, you were going to take it slow. You knew as you got older the amount of opportunities would begin to thin and even considered pursuing something different.

As minute as people would always make things seem when it came to the social hierarchy of high school, it wasn’t easy to maintain your place at the top. Fitting in with your peers had always been hard— in a place like South Park where everyone was incredibly unique, you felt incredibly small. High school wasn’t exactly the ideal environment for you. In fact, you dreaded going every single day to the point you would get nauseous with anxiety. The anxiety became all consuming. Often times you would stay up as late as possible the day before school writing just because you didn’t want to wake up, this of course was counter productive and just made you more tired in class the next day. In your mind it seemed reasonable enough, though— you wanted to spend every moment awake doing something productive and the faster you slept, the faster you’d have to return to school.

School days were a drag. The days weren’t exactly draining, they were just normal. It almost felt as if the second you walked through those doors you weren’t present anymore, you were floating outside of your body watching yourself count down the minutes until you could go home. Days went by agonizingly slow and your limited interactions with other students didn’t seem to help any. You weren’t exactly disliked, you simply didn’t have that many friends. It wasn’t for lack of trying, in fact you had pleasant conversations with multiple other students before, they just never really went anywhere. You found yourself stressing over that fact and wondering if there was anything you could change about yourself that would make people see you as more approachable.

You did, however, have two friends— Wendy Testaburger and Kyle Broflovski. It was actually pretty funny considering that people often compared the two to each other. You had met them both in the school’s library once when you were trying to do some research on how to start on your recording set up. Conveniently enough, they were working on a project together. No matter how hard you tried your hand at socializing it felt as if you couldn’t ever truly click with anyone aside from those two. They seemed to notice this and offered to help you. You found yourself feeling a bit pathetic and insisted that they didn’t have to do anything, but they insisted. Having Kyle introduce you to his friends also introduced you to a new realm of possibilities. Meeting Stan was the exact stroke of luck that you needed. Growing closer with Stan and Kyle, you realized that it was better to have quality over quantity when it comes to friendship. You were grateful to have been introduced to him. Wendy seemed to notice your infatuation with Stan and was quick to voice her support, giving you tips on what subjects he liked to talk about when they were dating. As much as you appreciated the help, you felt odd using cheat codes. Acknowledging your feelings for Stan made you a nervous wreck. If you were being honest, you had a bad habit of loving people that you didn’t necessarily like. It wasn’t on purpose, sometimes you just seemed to subconsciously put on rose tinted glasses when it came to relationships. That was your biggest fear— that you wouldn’t like Stan in the end.

Stan wasn’t the best when it came to dealing with his emotions. In fact, growing up he never had any healthy outlets available and turned to some less than ideal vices. He had some hard times but for the most part he’s managed to keep his cool and maintain sobriety— at least, for now. Stan wasn’t exactly sure what the future held for him, he was so unsure about everything and he despised the idea of even having to plan for the next week, much less the next few years. His family never helped much, either. Stan’s father couldn’t care less about his sister’s life, much less his son’s. The idea of familial affection was almost unheard of. Almost. His mother loved him, he knew that much. Despite how much Stan’s behavior may get on her nerves at times he knew that to his mother, he’d always be that boy playing heroes with his friends. Sometimes Stan found himself desperately wishing he could be that boy again, be a kid again. When he was younger his sister had always been temperamental and violent towards him, quickly he grew to despise her almost as much as their father. The decline in his relationship with his family members almost felt instant, though he knew that wasn’t true. It was a slow process that was happening throughout the years, he just didn’t notice as it faded into the background of whatever else was happening in his life at the time.

Truthfully, Stan didn't know how lonely his house could feel with his entire family in it. He wanted to be the version of himself that his mother saw. Her darling son— the one that she would do anything for. He wanted to shrink himself down and package himself neatly into the box she needed him to fit in. He wanted to be a good son, a good brother. He wanted to be a kid again. Every day was a challenge, simply getting up was difficult. To Stan, it felt like nothing new ever happened and despite whatever crazy event was actually going on to him, it was all the same. All he wanted was one day of normalcy but instead life continued to relentlessly brutalize him. Meeting you was a breath of fresh air, he often wondered why the two of you hadn’t met sooner. The last thing Stan wanted to do was jump head first into a relationship but meeting you almost felt like fate. As time went by and the two of you continued to open yourselves up to the other he found himself realizing that the two of you were so similar, maybe it really was fate.

The differences seemed to outweigh the similarities when it came to your personality and interests, however there was one thing that the two of you would always bond over: songwriting. It was an outlet for the both of you to process whatever issues you were having and allow yourselves to really feel something. Eventually it became a habit for the two of you to share your creations with each other, sharing advice and critiques— that’s how he found himself currently sitting across the room from you with a concerned look. “Are you.. okay?” At first he thought there was another person in the room, saying those words, but then he realized he was saying them. He was hesitant to ask— the last thing he wanted was for you to explode and unleash your emotions on him. As selfish was it was, he just wasn’t sure if he was equipped to handle it. He wanted to help you, of course but he simply wasn’t sure what he would say if you weren’t okay. The grip you had on your hair lessened as you glanced up at him from the sheet you were looking down at.

It was clear to anyone who passed by that you were incredibly stressed about what you were currently writing. Wether it was the song itself or the concept stressing you out, Stan couldn’t be sure. “I just feel…” you maintained eye contact as you tried your best to decipher what he was thinking, unsure if you should voice your concerns. “I just feel like no one likes me.” He opened his mouth to respond but you kept going, “I hate how people see me. In fact, I wish I wasn’t perceived at all. I wish I was invisible or like— a troll under a bridge or something. At least then maybe I wouldn’t feel so much pressure to be… better.” Stan searched his mind for anything that he could say to make you feel better. In his past experiences with Wendy it became apparent that he wasn’t the best when it came to emotionally supporting other people. He was frustrated with himself, especially since this was you and he wanted to help you. “I mean, I hate every song I write. Nothing is good enough— what if I’m just not good enough?”

“Y/N, that’s ridiculous. You’re just overthinking.” You knew that he was most likely right. You weren’t amazing at what you did but you certainly weren’t bad either. Still, it didn’t mean that your concerns weren’t valid. “But what if I’m not? I mean, be honest, do you really think I’m good enough?” Stan froze at that question almost feeling like he had been caught in a trap. On one hand he could tell you the truth, that he genuinely thought you were the most talented person in the world— but of course, he knew that you’d most likely convince yourself he was lying. It wasn’t that you couldn’t accept compliments, that was simply how your brain worked at times. “Well, agents wouldn’t be pestering you if you weren’t…” a small smile tugged at the corners of your lips and you pursed them tightly giving him a slight glare. “Plus, I like you so.. you know.” You could have sworn that he was sweating bullets from how nervous he seemed to say the right thing. That alone was enough to cheer you up and you let out a small laugh. “Yeah. I know.” A few moments of silence passed. “Thanks, Stan. I know I’m amazing, I’m just playing with you.” Stan let out a sigh of relief and smiled back. He knew that wasn’t true— your anxieties were getting to you again but he appreciated the change of subject. A part of him felt guilty for seemingly not helping you but in your mind, the fact that he even cared to ask was enough. It was funny. When you met Stan he was the cooler one but as more time went by he realized that you were the real trailblazer.

All those weeks that you and Stan spent working on songs together, he’d always stay as late as you needed. At first you felt a tad guilty but with time you realized that he was just like you— the music spoke to him. It may not have been his exact taste in music but there was clearly some passion that came alive when he was in the studio. The two of you would mike everything, even minuscule tidbits of conversations and random noises on occasion— anything that could pit into the puzzle. You must have messed with your setup a thousand times and taken a thousand more takes before you were satisfied and the two of you were finally allowed to sleep, your bodies tangled together lazily without a care in the world. Despite his passion for your project, he was also very honest when it came to your writing. Your voice was good, however your songwriting skills needed to improve. That honest feedback was exactly why you kept him around— plus, he was nice to look at. You often wondered where he learned so much about music, opting to ask his friends about it only to find out about his multiple failed attempts at a music career. Some sessions were more successful than others with some simply resulting in the two of you getting distracted from the project at hand and having long talks about whatever was going on in your lives.

All of your efforts felt pointless. It was frustrating to try so hard at something and focus all of your energy into it only for your efforts to be brushed aside— however, the harder you worked at songwriting, the better you got. Stan never wanted to discourage you, he wanted to push you to your full potential, you knew that. The improvement wasn’t linear, it was with highs and lows. You knew that you were getting better when you played your most recent song for him and he couldn’t bite back the smile on his face. “Holy shit, dude.” You couldn’t help but laugh at his expression. For some strange reason he looked as if he was blown away though to you that wasn’t even in the realm of possibilities. “Y/N, that was— holy shit.” Another laugh escaped you and he gave up trying to hide how proud he was, instead flashing you that familiar smile that you loved. It became increasingly obvious to you that he knew you were getting better as well when he tackled you on the bed and peppered your face with sweet kisses. His hair was messy and you tangled your hands in it, lightly tugging on the bleached ends as he continued to shower you with his affection.

“Gah— you’re so cheesy! Get off!” Somehow his affection had turned into him launching an assault of tickling against you and you flailed around trying your best to buck him off of you, both of your laughter ringing out through the room. You knew that in the industry, knowing you were good could only take you so far— you still had a long way to go if you wanted to make a career out of it. You needed other people to know that you were good too. Stan saw you the way that you wanted to be seen. You weren’t anybody’s inspiration, you weren’t some mystic symbol of greatness. You were just a person trying their best at the thing they loved. Having the support of someone who meant so much to you meant more than you could ever put into words. For you, Stan held up the right mirror for you to see yourself in the same way that he did. You were the brightest star in his sky. When Stan met you, you had a broken heart, much like him. Now the two of you were simply trying your best to navigate the brutal world that you lived in. Knowing Stan gave you a newfound lack of concern for being a neatly packaged teenager. Adolescence and life itself was always going to be messy but at least you had each other. Deep down you knew that no matter what mistakes he made— no matter what mistakes you might make, that the two of you would be just fine.

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EEEEE IM SO EXCITED

𝐒𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞 - 𝐅𝐢𝐜 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬

This collection is based off the album ‘superache’ by Conan gray

𝐌𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐬 - 𝐊𝐲𝐥𝐞 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐬𝐤𝐢 (𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟/𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭)

𝓘 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓪 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓶𝓸𝓿𝓲𝓮𝓼

𝐏𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 - 𝐂𝐥𝐲𝐝𝐞 𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐯𝐚𝐧 (𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭)

𝓘 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓷𝓪 𝓯𝓮𝓮𝓵 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓮𝓶𝓸𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷

𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 - 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐬𝐡 (𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠)

𝓘𝓼 𝓲𝓽 𝓹𝓾𝓻𝓮𝓵𝔂 𝓹𝓵𝓪𝓽𝓸𝓷𝓲𝓬 𝓽𝓸 𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓶��� 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂 𝓷𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽?

𝐁𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 - 𝐁𝐞𝐛𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐬 (𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟)

𝓜𝓪𝓭𝓮 𝓪 𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓶𝓲𝓼𝓮 𝓲𝓶 𝓰𝓸𝓷𝓷𝓪 𝓶𝓪𝓻𝓻𝔂 𝔂𝓸𝓾

𝐀𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐦𝐲 - 𝐁𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐭𝐜𝐡 (𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟/𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭)

𝓐 𝓽𝓪𝓵𝓮 𝓸𝓵𝓭 𝓪𝓼 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮, 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓭𝓸𝓷𝓽 𝓵𝓪𝓼𝓽 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓵𝓲𝓯𝓮

𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 - 𝐖𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐲 𝐓𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐫 (𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭)

𝓘 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓲𝓶 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮

𝐉𝐢𝐠𝐬𝐚𝐰 - 𝐇𝐞𝐢𝐝𝐢 𝐓𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐫 (𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭)

𝓐𝓵𝓵 𝓲 𝓭𝓲𝓭 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓶𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓹𝔂

𝐅𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 - 𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐌𝐜𝐂𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐤 (𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭)

𝓗𝓸𝔀 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓱𝓾𝓻𝓽 𝓪 𝓵𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮 𝓴𝓲𝓭?

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝 - 𝐁𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐭𝐜𝐡 (𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟)

𝓣𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓼 𝓭𝓪𝓻𝓴𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓼 𝓫𝓮𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓼𝓮 𝓮𝔂𝓮𝓼

𝐅𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 - 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐬𝐡 (𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭/𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟)

𝓦𝓮’𝓻𝓮 𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓯𝓮𝓬𝓽 𝓽𝓸𝓰𝓮𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 , 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓷𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓫𝓮 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓞𝓷𝓮

𝐌𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 - 𝐊𝐲𝐥𝐞 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐬𝐤𝐢 (𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟)

𝓘 𝔀𝓲𝓼𝓱 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝔀𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝔂 𝓲𝓷 𝓶𝔂 𝓶𝓮𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓼

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐭 - 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐌𝐜𝐂𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐤 (𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭)

𝓕𝓮��𝓵𝓼 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝔀𝓮 𝓱𝓪𝓭 𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝔀𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓼 , 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓼 𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓫𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓫𝓻𝓾𝓲𝓼𝓮𝓭