#south park i miss u

[notwordsspoken]

OH FUCK I FORGOT ITS THE CREEK 9 YEAR ANNIVERSITY happy yaoi day or whatever

[viveela]

If you draw dip i woul be sooooooo happy

So I like to imagine Damien likes to fill in Pip about what happens back on Earth

[pnjrnk]

HULLO EVERYONE ITS ME IM BACK!!! i kinda dropped off the radar for a hot sec bc i was approaching the end of my senior year of high school so i was working a lot, and then i graduated and i was dealing with that, but im free now!!

to celebrate my graduation, i drew some college gregstophe!!

here are a few headcanons for them:

- gregory purposefully picked the most difficult classes bc overachiever

- christophe does not actually go to college, gregory lets him live in his dorm bc tophe wanted to escape his shitty home life

- basically christophe wreaks havoc while gregory just tries to get all his homework done

- gregory manages to balance his school life and his social life at the cost of his sleep lol

- christophe thinks college is dumb and repeatedly reminds gregory of this

- gregorys majoring in political science

- christophe nags gregory about getting more sleep, while gregory nags christophe about taking care of himself

- gregory doesnt have a job bc hes too focused on school, christophe has multiple jobs bc he has so much free time

- they r in love obviously

i hope to post more often lmao

[mer-se]

lil hiatus away

[akechi-if-he-slayed]

if you say you don’t have anything to live for you’re WRONG! sapphic style is REAL

[everythingwasnormalhere]

The messy au ive only started talking about today is now officially called Found Park woohoo !!!

[sophdoodlee]

i really really wanna draw this week(bc i work all weekend👎) to maybe get out of a really bad art block i’ve had so please feel free to send any requests or ideas in my asks!!! okay ty muah 🫶🏻🫶🏻

[machinavocis]

despite the first 4 episodes really making me think it was gonna Go There But Even More This Time, hazbin hotel season 1 ended up being unfortunately less marxist than helluva boss 100% is & is intended to be; in this essay i will

[marshwalked]

hiiii. hiiiii. hellooooooo.

i already posted a kin call but i’m posting another one because i am. lonely.

hey hi i’m kin with stan marsh from south park (unfortunate i know) and i’m looking for literally !! anyone !! i have no one

i am an adult so minors pls dni but otherwise … pls say hello

[thelovelybitten]

vera's first watch of south park -- season four (part 4)

LORD THIS IS SO LONG SD GSDBGKSBKJ

EPISODE 11:

AYO WHAT IS THIS BEEEEAAAT BRO?!?!?!?!?!?!?

THIS INTRO IS SO GOOD I AM SHAKING ASS

12/10 INTRO CARD SLAYED THE HOUSE DOWN BOOTS HOUSTON I'M D E C E A S E D

they are now 4th graders !!! they abt to be 9 years old !!!

wendy and BEBE MY KIDS IN FRAME I LOVE IT

stan be for real Y'ALL AIN'T ABT TO SHOW ASS TO THE NEW TEACHER

BUTTERS JKDNSGJNJKDSNGKJNDFK HE'S UNHINGED UR HONOUR

I am looking respectfully. this lady's breasts are ENORMOUS

MS. CHOKES ON DICK ARE U CEREAL SDJFBJISDBGK

stan, baby, we gotta work on ur jokes.

THE WAY IT WAS ONLY CARTMAN DSAHFBJDSBG GET BONED

TWEEK IS ME FR

cartman in his elvis era

NO NOT CLYDE CRYING JSDFBGKJSDBKJHBKSD MY FUCKING BABY DON'T CRY MI AMOR

clyde and wendy giving butters the bombastic side eye

these boys abt to use timmy as time travel bait NOT COOL

Mr garrison?!?!?!? where art thou

wendy sussing out the specifics iktr

damn. timmy went flying.

nah not y'all doing timmy dirty...

WHAT THE FUCK LADY DON'T GRIND YASELF ON TIMMY HE DID NOTHING

20 MINS UNTIL TIMMY IS BLOWN UP. I HOPE WE NEVER GET THERE

Mr garrison backstory damn

of course they gonna put kenny w the exploding chair I mean how else this man gonna die huh

OMG EW U ARE SICK FOR THIS DEATH

TIMMY SAYING PLS HELP???? HIS FIRST WORDS

OH FUCK THERE HE GO INTO SPACE

NO NOT THE PREHISTORIC TIMES

MR GARRISON AS A MONK FOR MISS CHOKSONDIK

garrison pls just come out as gay PLEASE THIS PONDERING IS SO BORINGGGG

THANK YOU LORD

all the FACULTY BEING SUPPORTIVE OF GARRISON AS THEY

F U C K I N G SHOULD

I take it back, y'all freaks

EPISODE 12:

ITS BEEN A COUPLE WEEKS BUT IM BACK AND THIS INTRO STILL BUSTS DOWN HOLY

IKE IN A BUSINESS SUIT ?!?! clean af boi

FIRST DAY OF KINDERGARTEN !!!

NOT KYLE AND CARTMAN HAVING THE SAME THING

cartman always 1 uppin Kyle LMAO

who the fuck is this man.

BILL COSBY ?!,!

KYLE GET HIM

Stan being the voice of reason so real

NOT THE KIDS BULLYING IKE BOOO

Mr.Garrison bro these kids understand jack shit

KYLE BEING SMART he’s that straight A kid wbk

Kyle and Ike geniuses

CARTMAN RELAX LANDISMXKMAKD

STOP IKE IS QUAKING

BILL COSBY STEALING THE TRAPPER KEEPER LMAO

FLORA 💘 A BABY GIRL

KINDERGARTENERS RIOTING

Cartman UNHINGED

OH HE A ROBOT ?!?!,

so basically Eric destroys the future alright

FLORA DECIDED !! IKE SLAY

LMAOOOO THE RECOUNT

the kiddos are FERAL

KYLE AND CARTMAN FIGHTING FOR NO REASON

everyone okay with killing cartman

“KISS YOUR ASS GOODBYE FAT BOY” Stan spitting facts

DAMN THEY GETTING THE BIG GUNS IN

OH FUCK THAT THING IS SCARY

liane my beloved

LIANE OH MY GOD SHE GETTIN ROBOT DICK

OH FUCK CARTMAN OH NO

NOT KENNY

JESUS CHRIST OH MY GOD

liane still getting it tho LMAO

OH god KYLE it’s gross in THERE

NO KYLE MY KING SAVE HIM

MR GARRISON POPPED AWF AS HE SHOULD 💅🏻

this cartman monstrosity makes me physically sick

IKE WINS LIKE THE KING HE IS

cartman this is so gross

Stan forcing cartman to thank Kyle and doesn’t HAHAH

EPISODE 13

AAAAAA STENDYLEEEEE

Wendy looks SO CUTE JEICKSKXKDKXKC SHE IS THE GHURL

Stan and his fake beard WERK

KYLE MY SON

I’ve been famished of stendy/STENDYLE content pls excuse me

STENDY HAS A DAUGHTER OH MY GOOOOODDDDD

Timmy LOL

BEBE MY GIRL LETS GOOOOOO

BUTTER SPRINTING

CLYDE AND TOLKIEN OH MY GOD SO CUTE

the kids are so cute I can’t

Wendy speaking boosts my serotonin

GOBBLES :)))))

Timmy protecting gobbles is so sweet

OH FUCK TIMMY SAID JUMP THRU THE RING OF FIRE

AWWW GOBBLES SLEEPING W TIMMY IM CRYING SO WHOLESOME

Clyde slayed

THE KIDS ARE SO CUTE DANCING

kybe crumbs they beside each other

TURKSLAY

BEBE MAIN SLAYER

OH FUCK KENNY

Gobbles sacrificed Kenny for himself not slay

this man manipulating Timmy NOT COOL

cartmans brain is so whack

EW SOME OF THESE VISUALS ARE SO DISTURBING I can’t

NO TIMMY IM SORRY MY LOVE 😭😭😭

NOT HEIDI’S DOG :((((

ALL THE DADS SETTING UP CAMERAS LIKE DADS DO IS SO CUTE AND VERY WHOLESOME 😭 very slay of them

I SEE WENDY AND TOLIKEN CHITTY CHATTIN IN THE BACK 👀 SPARKS ?!?!

DONT KILL GOBBLES

OKAY PRODUCTION !!!!

OH DAMN THEY KILLED SO MANY TURKEYS

STENDY MOMENT STENDY MOMENT I LOVE THEM I LOVE THEM

singing for their fake baby IM DEAD

I have BIG FEELINGS FOR MY KIDS

STAN AND WENDY YELLING AT THE PLASTIC BABY WHY ARE THEY SO UNHINGED I LOVE THEM

them faking their deaths to end the act is so REAL. no one is doing it like my kids ON GOD

NO HE SHOT TIMMY

IM SO UPSET

WATER HELEN

I know WENDY HITTING THAT HIGH NOTE I JUST KNOW

OH FUCK THEY KILLED THAT TURKEY ON THE SPOT

gobbles !!!!

butters. Oh my god

Okay another part bc I fear the character limit

[notwordsspoken]

Missing Creek like a mf

[prttykittes]

Hi kitty! Could I have the bsd men walk in on their S/O touching themselves/teasing? You can choose who and what happens after💕💕thxs kitty!

:3 | I hope you enjoy this!! (⁠=⁠^⁠･⁠ｪ⁠･⁠^⁠=⁠)

ෆ Dazai, Fyodor, Chuuya X GN! reader[you/your]

CW. masturbation, teasing, praise, fingering(could be afab/amab) caught masturbating, voyeurism(the boys watch u), guiding masturbation, nipple play

A/N :: loo loo loo, did anyone watch south park before? My favorite characters are Wendy, main four, bebe, Craig's gang — written by a minor

[MASTERLIST] — (⁠ノ⁠^⁠_⁠^⁠)⁠ノ works in link here!

彡DAZAI !! — Ꮚ Your hands were working on your sex, your fingers dancing around your sex. Your other hand under your shirt, your fingers toying with your nipple, oh this felt good but it would probably feel better if Dazai was doing it..his long slender fingers toying your body, your back was arches while you imagine Dazai was the one touching you! Your hands were shaking as you felt your climax, but too busy in pleasure, you missed to hear the door open. Dazai hums as he take soff his shoes, cracking his knuckles as he walks towards your shared bedroom, he smiles when he hears your voice. "Mmh!" He can hear your muffled moans, he opens the door fully but you still didn't notice, your toes curling in pleasure. Your mouth being muffled by the shirt your wearing which was his, he leans against the door frame, his arms crossed as he watches you. His eyes watching your face and hands, he walks over and he can feel his dick throbbing in his pants. He sits down, rubbing your thigh as you continue to pleasure yourself. He leans towards you, his mouth near your ear, he begins to whisper into your ear. You bite more harder on the shirt when you can hear his voice, your finger sticking onto your sex as you cum, your legs shake. He smiles and kisses your cheek, telling you how good you did! Your chest going up and down as you open your eyes, seeing him. You gasp as you thought you were just wearing his voice! He chuckles and kisses your cheek, your face goes darker at the kiss. His finger going down to your hole, tracing his finger around it. You mewl, oh how cute you are. He's going to prepare you then put his dick into you!

✪ FYODOR !! — ≧ Your back was arching, your mouth wide open as you pleasure yourself. Fingering your hole, your fingers pumping in and out of your warmth! Your fingers weren't so long and slender as his bug it will do until he gets back! You felt guilty about doing this without him, you close your eyes and imagine him. Imagining him next to you, his slender fingers teasing your hole. Your head throws back as you let out gasps and moans. You take out your fingers and bring it to your lips, you suck on your fingers to get them more wet. Bringing your digits back down to continue fingering your hole, you grunt as try to push your finger more deeper in. Your other hand gripping on the bedsheet, you imagine fyodor harshly fingering you, his beautiful and handsome face!! You let out a gasp when you feel a hand grabbing your wrist, forcing your fingers out of you. "How needy" you can hear his voice, opening your eyes as he stares down at you. Your face going darker as you gasp and his fingers entering your wet warmth mouth. Getting his fingers wet by your drool and saliva, he pulls it out with a pop! His fingers going down to your hole, he spreads your hole open with his other hand, then he rams his two fingers in. You mewl and clench around his fingers, his fingers feel much better than yours! Oh how it just felt!

彡CHUUYA !! — ✿⁠ You let out a loud moan, your face covered with his underwear, you sniffed it. It was moist with his white liquid, it smelled like his dick. Your mouth stuff with his underwear, your fingers playing with your hole as you imagine his dick going in and out of your hole. Your fingers playing with yourself as he plays with your mouth, you mewl when your fingers hit a spot inside of you. Your hips humping your fingers faster, wanting to climax really bad!! Tears swell up, the pleasure making your mind go hazy. Your legs shaking so harshly, your sex leaking more! Your fingers go in and out more as you suck on his underwear, imagining it's his dick your sucking on. You wanted his dick so bad! When is he going to be back from work! You whine when suck up the rest of his sticky white liquid, imagining he came in your mouth. You whine because you wanted more his seed!! Your fingers stop moving as you take it out, you were starting to feel frustrated, you wanted him. So that's what you got! The door to the bedroom was open, you remember closing the door! You gasp as you grab a blanket and grab the lmao from the nightstand, this was embarrassing. You heard a noise from beside you, you threw it but it stopped. You gasp when you realize it was Chuuya, you hug him. He smiles and kisses you, he saw your show and he was fucking hard. His tent against your leg, he can't wait to do stuff to you, whatever you were dreaming about was about to became real!

[disneyprincemuke]

that's my man * matt + rocky

notes: this one is canon ok and much longer so pls hi

(series masterlist) | (📂 the sophomore year)

the first date

“so this is what you meant by you had something up your sleeve!”

the main doors of the hotel open and matt immediately spots the white range rover parked by the sidewalk. she’d been using her phone initially, looking up and whirling around as he called out to her.

“i know a guy who was willing to lend me his car.” she unveils her fisted hand, car keys — to presumably the car she’s cozied up with by the sidewalk — and grins. “i asked logan’s older brother if i could borrow his car for something tonight.”

“you’re as resourceful as you look absolutely gorgeous tonight,” he grins, stopping right in front of her on the sidewalk. “do you want me to drive? you did already take care of the transportation. seems like the least i could do.”

she scoffs, shaking her head and waving a hand in the air to dismiss him. “i don’t reckon you frequent south florida, do you? cause i kinda know a spot.”

“these are for you, by the way.” a blush creeps up the older man’s cheeks as he extends his arms, presenting her with a bouquet of red roses. “and, do you? frequent south florida?”

“aw, thank you. that’s so sweet,” she coos, taking the flowers into her hands. she peeks at him momentarily as she looks down at the flowers. “and i did growing up — i used to spend a couple weeks a year with logan’s family in miami, then a couple in melbourne with oscar’s.”

“very ms worldwide of you to do so!” matt teases. “so, you said you know a spot? you’re not going to kill me, are you?”

she unlocks the car and turns. “not on the first date, matt. that’s third date activity.”

the first night over (at hers)

“is hijacker okay? he’s been staring at me for like… the past 3 hours i’ve been here,” matt whispers, pointing at the cat that’s perked up on the cat tree in the corner of the living room. “won’t even let me introduce myself to him — just walks away.”

the girl, left momentarily to fix themselves a drink, saunters back in with a tired sigh. she glances momentarily at the cat still staring at matt from across the room and grins. “jack doesn’t like anyone but logan. he hates me too. watch.”

matt raises his eyebrows as she puts the cups down on the coffee table. she perks up and turns sharply to hijacker. the black cat in the blue collar flinches slightly at her sudden action, its ears lowering slightly.

“jack, baby. wanna cuddle?” she takes a mere step towards the cat tree and hijacker leans back with a soft hiss. she turns back to matt. “see? i’ve fed that cat for like 6 months now — still hates me.”

“and kidnapper’s an extrovert?”

she glances at the cat that’s taken it’s spot on matt’s lap, loafed up and eyes closed. “i think he just likes you. he avoided logan for like 3 months before he accepted the fact that logan comes with the home i gave him.”

“and stubby?”

their heads turn to the dog that’s fallen asleep by the dog bowl. she shrugs. “he just really likes sleeping on the floor by the bowls. we usually find him there in the morning.”

“i respect where the priorities lie for stubby,” matt jokes.

he stretches his arms as she approaches him, slowly sitting herself on the couch and nuzzling herself into him. “thanks for flying over to keep me company.”

“well, you were hinting that you were lonely cause logan’s out of town. i had to come by and make sure you’re good,” matt grins. “thanks for not turning me away when i texted you that i was downstairs.”

“ah.” she scrunches her nose, a blush creeping up her cheeks. “who could ever turn down such a cute guy when he shows up with flowers so suddenly?” she has a hand on his chest as she looks up at him a cheesy grin. “seems silly for me to do so.”

“and i missed you, so,” matt shrugs with a teasing grin, glancing down at her. “had to come down and see my girl.”

the first crash

“rocky, someone keeps calling you. matt something?”

“is that why i heard ciara screaming?” the girl sits up from the bed and sighs, scratching her head. “you know matt, blythe?”

“no, but i did listen to ciara scream about it for like 10 minutes,” blythe laughs. she hands over the phone to her older sister. “anyway, he asked to speak with you — said he was worried cause he saw your crash and you haven’t spoken to him since you started the race in montreal.”

she hums, eyes fluttering. “right. that’s because you guys took my phone from me.”

“that’s because you kept trying to call oscar and sing him the national anthem of the united states,” blythe rolls her eyes with a soft laugh. “how do you even know that?”

“i memorised it to terrorise logan while we lived together,” she grins. “anyway, i’ll call matt to let him know i’m alright. thank you for giving me back my phone.”

“well, i’ll leave you to it,” blythe mutters, halfway out the door with a small grin. “say hi to ‘matt’ for me. whoever he is.” she peeks in one last time. “tell me about this guy, mate. i can’t believe you’re seeing somebody and didn’t tell me.”

she rolls her eyes, sinking into her bed as she dials for matt. she doesn’t know what blythe had said to him, but he immediately picks up.

“hey! i was starting to get worried for you!” is the first thing matt says when she picks up. “was starting to get kinda worried for you.”

“aw, you’re worried for me?” she teases with a small grin. “and how did you know i crashed out anyway?”

matt tilts his head. “what do you mean how do i know? i watched the race.”

she giggles, throwing her head back. “you watched the race? so you saw me screaming at logan and hitting him in the back of his head with my glove?”

“i did,” he scrunches his nose and shakes his head, “don’t tell anyone, but i thought it was funny. i don’t condone it, but it’s funny. anyhoo, is everything okay?”

“thank you?” she laughs. “well, i’m okay. i was just super high on painkillers the past 2 days. i was asleep the entire flight back too.”

“what about with logan? your sister texted me back so i’m assuming you didn’t go back to london?”

“logan and i fought. i didn’t think going back to the apartment would do anyone any good, you know? i’ll probably talk to him in a couple days.”

he raises his eyebrows. “really?”

“probably not. he turned into me,” she frowns. “but, anyway, how cute of you to call until my sister decided to finally pick up!”

“well, i was concerned. and i missed you,” he sighs with a small grin. “but if you’re not doing anything, do you wanna stay on call? we can play a game or something.”

the first ‘i love you’

she never thought that she’d find herself back in her parents’ house with a man that’s neither logan nor oscar

she drops herself on her bed next to matt, sighing exasperatedly. she turns her head to smile at him slightly. “thank you for agreeing to meet my family on such short notice. papa was interested — i don’t really date often.”

“absolutely. it’s a pleasure meeting them.” he turns his head to grin at her, scrunching his nose. “i had a lot of fun today.”

“really? my missing sister didn’t raise questions?”

“hey, i don’t blame her for not attending dinner.”

“ah, good for you. cause i do.”

she tears her eyes away from him and looks up at the ceiling of her bedroom. surrounding her light are glow-in-the-dark stars and a moon, stuck up there when she was 15. “you know, i used to be really scared of the dark.”

“no way,” matt giggles, following her gaze. “how did you get those up there? you’re not…”

“oscar and logan helped me. i used to force blythe to sleep in my bedroom with me with a nightlight switch on in the corner of my bedroom over there,” she laughs, sitting up and pointing over at a secluded area in the bedroom where her bookshelf sits. “but she wanted to eventually sleep in her own room so we had to find a way to combat sleeping alone at nights.”

“and who came up with the great idea of the stars and the moon on the ceiling?”

“oscar,” she purses her lips and turns her head again to face him. “i feel really bad sneaking behind his and logan’s backs. but i’m really afraid that they’ll scare you away.”

“what? why would you be afraid of that, bub?” she reclines to lay on her back again with a huff. he reaches over to pinch her cheek tenderly with a small grin. “surely they’re not as bad as you say they are.”

“but they are.” she turns to lie on her side to face him with a frown. “they sat me down in a meeting room for 15 minutes once just to give me dating advice, matt. no sane group of people would do that — they had a buzzer and everything!”

true, it might sound a little absurd. “i think they just really care for you, bubs. you must find it a little endearing that they did that for you.”

“it was except one of them kept saying that every guy i’ll meet is a pervert,” she whispers, scrunching her nose as she tries to hold back a giggle from the memory. “i want you to like them, you know? they mean a lot to me. and especially… you know… oscar and logan. they’re my best friends.”

“don’t overthink it, bub. everything will be okay,” he whispers back. “and i love you, so it’ll work out.”

she hums, eyebrows shooting up as everything around her starts to disappear. there’s a ringing in her ears as her heart starts to race in her chest. “you what? you do?”

“did i just say that?” he squints at her with a teasing grin. she furrows her eyebrows and pulls her head back with a frown. “i’m kidding. of course, i do. i love you. but just because i said it does not mean that you have to say it back.”

she’s had one relationship in her lifetime, with someone whose name she can barely even remember. at 16, everything means the world, but at 21, it just no longer seems so serious.

this is technically her first boyfriend; or so blythe claims.

“i do,” she whispers after a moment of silence. she sits up, body twisted to hover over him a small grin. she bites down on her bottom lip. she’s not one to be emotional too often. “i love you.”

the first time

a gasp passes her lips when matt’s lips leave hers, peppering a trail of kisses from the corner of her lips down to her neck. it wasn’t a problem until she felt his fingers grazing over the exposed skin where her shirt had hiked up her stomach.

she puts a hand on his shoulder and pulls away, shaking her head. “i’m–”

but it’s like he’d immediately known. which throws her off a little bit because she had a whole speech laid out in her head and everything. “i’m sorry. have i made you uncomfortable?” he tears his hands from her and moves back on the couch slightly to increase his distance from her. “we don’t need to do anything.”

she blinks at him a couple of times, forcing matt to open his mouth again. “like if you don’t want to. it’s okay.”

“it’s not that,” she trails off, scratching the back of her neck with a soft and sheepish chuckle. she purses her lips and lifts her eyes to look at him. “i’ve just…”

he lifts his eyebrows to try and urge her to continue her sentence. she sighs again and throws her head back, chuckling slightly. “what’s wrong? is everything okay?”

“it’s just,” she drops her head with flushed cheeks and an embarrassed grin, “i’ve never had–” she pauses to swallow the lump in her throat, “sex before.”

“oh.” he furrows his eyebrows before he sits up straighter. “oh!”

“laugh it out. i’m a 21-year-old virgin,” she turns to hide her face away with a soft laugh, waving a hand in the air to dismiss his concerns. “get it over with now that i’m admitting it to you.”

“what?” he hunches over to look at her with a small grin. “why are you embarrassed? that’s like… perfectly normal.”

she shrugs. “i feel like it’s weird that i frequent the club and i’m still a virgin, you know? i don’t know — some guys have said that to me.”

he laughs, and drops himself back on the couch, tugging on her sleeve to rest her on his body. “it doesn’t matter. i’m sorry i made you uncomfortable — i didn’t know.”

“and now i’ve ruined the whole moment,” she whines, tearing herself off of him again. she twists her body to look at him. “i do want to; i just thought you should know that… you know, i’ve never had sex.”

“you do?” matt tears his attention from the tv, the movie she’d initially chosen and eventually got bored of still fills the empty air of her apartment. “we don’t have to unless you’re really ready.”

she purses her lips and blinks. “i just thought it was something you should know. in case you were expecting me to be good?”

he furrows his eyebrows. “that’s ridiculous.”

“i don’t really know anything so i guess that’s kinda embarrassing,” she mutters, rolling her eyes. “i don’t want to be like–”

he sits up, inching slightly closer and with a small grin. “bub. i’ve got you, okay?”

she grins. “okay.”

the first night over (at his)

matt tugs on her arm. “get up, bub.”

“no.”

“if i got you ice cream for breakfast?”

the girl, sprawled out on his bed, lifts her head with her eyebrows raised. “really?”

he grins with a nod. “only if you get up now.”

“but i can’t,” she sighs exasperatedly, dropping her head back on the pillow that matt’s put underneath her head. “kota and i have a contractual agreement to cuddle until the sun comes up.”

“really? did she tell you that?” he asks monotonously, glancing at the siberian husky that’s laid over her smaller frame. “did she also tell you that if i say ‘treat’,” his voice perks up and along with it, so does kota’s head to look at him, “that she’ll get up with no question?”

“that’s bribery, your honour,” she snorts, rolling her eyes. “what are you asking me to get up for anyway? i thought it was bed time.”

he hums, “i found this really cool and interesting ice cream parlour. it’s open til midnight if you wanna go.”

a squeak passes her lips, a small grin making its way to her face. “ice cream for supper and breakfast? you spoil me too much, maltesers.”

he hunches over, his face hovering inches from her face. “my girlfriend deserves the best. so, you up for it? we can take kota with us for a walk and some treats.”

she nods excitedly. “i never say ‘no’ to ice cream.”

the first dnf

the safety car comes to a stop right by the paddocks. the girl mutters a soft ‘thank you’ before immediately pushing the door open to leave.

she has her helmet in her hands as she walks with her head low, jaw clenched as she tries her hardest to contain the sob she feels threatening to come out of her.

if she could, she’d tear down all of the walls around her and scream. but she can’t. because around her are cameras pointed at her with fans gawking as she passes them. it’s not their fault her car couldn’t handle the heat.

she makes a sharp turn for the andretti racing home, head hung low until she opens the glass doors in.

“aw, bub.”

she lifts her head from the ground and sighs heavily, shoulders slumping at the sight of the familiar green eyes she’s been hoping to see when she got into the safety car. she lets the door close behind her, throwing her head back as she closes her eyes. “matt.”

“aw, i’m sorry, bub.”

she lets out a soft whine as she finally lets out the sob she’s been holding in for the past 10 minutes, running over to where her boyfriend stands by the bottom of the stairs, expecting her.

she sighs exasperatedly as she takes large steps towards him, tears starting to fall out of her eyes. she lets out a huff when matt’s hands grab at her shoulders firmly, eyes piercing into her own. “hey, hey,” he hums softly, “cameras are pointed at you. keep it together for like 30 more seconds until we get up to your room.”

“what?” she breathes shakily, eyebrows furrowing.

she looks around teary-eyed, only then noticing that not everyone had left the racing home for the race. or perhaps they had rushed back when she retired from the race from an overheating car.

matt’s right — she’d get torn apart by the media and the fans; everyone if she’s to show one moment of vulnerability. it’s just her reality.

“oh,” she turns back to him and hangs her head low again, “okay, let’s just go upstairs for a bit. i need to be at the garage in a while, i think. seb might be looking for me.”

“okay,” he nods, wrapping a protective arm around her as they turn away to head up the stairs. he tries his best to keep her out of the view of cameras and prying eyes, but they both know it’s nearly impossible to keep her name clear of tabloids in a couple of hours.

he presses a tender kiss on her temple and in return, she looks up at him with a small and fragile smile. “come on, let’s get you all patched up before we head back to the garage.”

the first fight

she throws her arms in the air, lips pursed. “it just doesn’t make sense.”

“rocky.” matt’s green eyes pierce into her own, the girl standing her ground and fighting for her cause. he sees where she’s coming from, but realistically, he can’t wrap his head around why there’s arguing about it. “i had one scoop of ice cream with mick.”

“yeah,” she tilts her head, “without me.”

he blinks. “because you were in your car for practice. i couldn’t have possibly gone up to you while you sat in your car and offered you a bite.”

she takes a step back and points a finger at him. “did you even try?”

“try–” he furrows his eyebrows and scowls slightly. “do you want me to get banned from your garage, rocky? why would i even try and give you food while you’re in your car?”

“just say you don’t care about me, matthew!”

“that’s so not what it– what is that?”

the girl standing by the door whirls around to her door, a soft tune coming from the hallway. she glances back at matt with furrowed eyebrows to which he shrugs, just as confused as her.

“i literally know that song,” she trails off softly, “but i can’t place my finger on it. i can’t–”

before you go and make that face when you’re mad at me

“liam lawson!” she stomps her feet on the ground and fully turns away from matt. she swings the door open and is only met by a speaker sitting lonely on the ground as matt’s voice consumes the entire second floor of the andretti garage. “where are you?”

“you can’t find me!”

matt tilts his head in amusement as his girlfriend bends over to pick up the speaker. she makes a sharp turn before a loud squeal is heard, followed by a bunch of smacks, then another string of screams.

“i told you to not play that song, liam! why are you the way that you are?”

“why did you date someone with the apology song and not use it? it’s not my fault, rocky!”

“you’re so annoying, liam!”

“but–”

“stop playing that song when we’re fighting!”

matt hears a door slam closed, and a couple of footsteps before she reappears at the opened door of her driver’s room. she sighs heavily and shuts her eyes for a moment. “i’m so sorry for him. what were we fighting about again?”

“i ate ice cream while you were out on the track for practice,” matt points out. “i’ll buy you a pint and give you a massage as truce? i’m sorry i ate without you.”

she grins. “okay. time to sing the song again, by the way! that’s the only way i’ll accept your apology.”

“a kiss won’t do.”

she shakes her head, hands on her hips as she closes the door behind her. “no can do. only the song will make me smile again.”

“okay, only because i love you.”

[wendytestabrat]

the main problem with kyle in the new episodes

ok this is what RLLY bothers me abt kyle in modern south park ESPECIALLY in seasons 24-26 and i think a lot of people are getting annoyed with this shit too. i hate how they’ve been showing repeatedly how cartman’s getting better and acting nicer in the new episodes so like why TF is kyle still being a dick to him and treating him like a monster???? i mean for YEARS kyle has been going out of his way to help cartman and change cartman and making it clear he wants cartman to be a better person and make better choices, so then when cartman finally does he’s just like 😴. like idc if u ship kyman or not it’s rlly out of character for kyle. they’re still canonically close friends so it feels like a missed opportunity for character development on kyle’s end for them not to show kyle reciprocating or appreciating cartman doing better. i guess it’s bc matt & trey are trying to show kyle has been the toxic one and the jealous snake friend all along, but still even tho kyle is an asshole they don’t have to make him THAT big of an asshole. i think a lot of people like seeing kyle’s caring codependent side come out bc that’s the good side of kyle as a person how big-hearted and empathetic he can be. and there def have been some modern episodes where they DO get this right like especially in “the streaming wars” when kyle helped cartman out with his mom’s ‘surgery’ (even tho kyle deadass only helps cartman or feels bad for him when cartman is lying just to fuck himself over which i had talked abt before how he always gets the timing wrong with cartman for those who are caught up on your wendytestabrat lore). i also feel like an episode that DEF got things right with kyle was “help my teenager hates me” from s25. i loved that moment where cartman was crying abt how everything sucks and he lives in a hot dog and kyle is just like “ru okay cartman?” like bitch we need more moments like THAT. even if kyman doesn’t happen, idc like i just wanna see more moments of kyle being a good friend to cartman back (bc they def have given us A LOT of moments of cartman being there for kyle) is that too much to ask? but yeah in the images i used above are from the specials “post covid” (part 1), “south parq vaccination special”, “not suitable for children” and “joining the panderverse” and in literally every single one of these specials kyle’s being a dick and jumping down cartman’s throat when he aint doing anything wrong lol. in post covid he’s all mad at cartman for being a rabbi, even tho we all know cartman wasn’t faking it and was genuinely happy. in “south parq vaccination special” he gets all pissy throughout the whole thing when all cartman is trying to do is save the broship, in “not suitable for children” he’s getting all mad at cartman for making his own cred affinity group which last i checked aint a crime (and we all know he was just mad bc cartman wasn’t letting him in the group), and in “joining the panderverse” he’s getting all mad and annoyed over cartman being replaced by a black woman and he acts like cartman is making it up even tho cartman was telling the truth and there was this real parallel universe shit happening. like this shit needs to stop it’s getting soooo old and all it’s doing is making kyle unlikable af and annoying everyone who used to love kyle lol. like ok we get it matt & trey kyle can be just as toxic as cartman, now can we also see that he can be just as caring and nice as cartman too?

and btw this is why there have been less kyman rants:

[mabelstone]

hello babie

little angst fic in light of the new matt pics? gruffy stubborn horknee matt? a little christmas miracle?

love u miss u

hi sugarpie miss u more

hope this suffices <3 i couldn't think of a 'christmas miracle' i am sorry xx maybe i'll write a soft christmas fic after this

18+ ofc, you know me by now

Nobody Compares to You

matt stone x reader

word count: 2.1k

***

Being with a prolific near-billionaire with a ridiculously successful TV show and a close-to cult following has its downsides. The copious amounts of groupies, stalkers, etc, etc. Not to mention that he's the textbook definition of a workaholic, which often meant you would go days without seeing each other due to your conflicting work schedules, despite sharing the same bed each night.

You knew this going into your relationship with him and you swore you wouldn't have it any other way.

That was until you found out about the new hire at South Park Studios. A painfully beautiful, bubbly young woman around your age, funny and oh, so intelligent. To your dismay, everyone in the studio had grown very fond of her, including your beloved boyfriend. The part he failed to mention was that she was now his personal assistant, hence why she would text him at inappropriate hours and was practically glued to him each time you visited him at work on one of your days off.

You could look past the groupies and die hard fans as you knew they wouldn't ever stand a chance. But a young woman so full of life, someone who made Matt cackle the way only you and his friends could unearthed something deep inside you. An unmistakable hatred for this girl, though she hadn't done anything wrong, per se. This created a rift in your relationship with him, and though you wanted to blame her, it was painfully clear that it was your doing.

One day you'd surprised him with lunch, taking in a container of his absolute favourite meal that you'd slaved over all morning.

"Oh, thank you, gorgeous," he'd kissed you tenderly, though his words to follow suggested he wouldn't be eating it any time soon. "I wish you'd called... Belle and I just got Chinese, I'm stuffed."

Your smile faltered, peering over at the twiggy blonde tapping away at her laptop with her long, neon orange nails. "I wanted to surprise you. My mistake."

Belle looked up intermittently with an unreadable expression, "yeah, so sorry. What was your name, again?"

"Y/N," you shot her a fake smile that was about as friendly as a kick to the jaw. He mustn't talk about me often. "Ah," was all you could muster, a pang of disappointment flooding your veins.

"I'm sorry," he frowned lightly, a gentle hand taking yours. "I'll have it for dinner! You know me so well."

"So you'll be staying late again?"

"At this rate, it's a safe bet," he smiled sympathetically. He looked tired, no surprise. You sometimes selfishly wished that he'd get a bad cold or something so he'd be forced to stay home with you. "I'm really sorry."

"Meeting in five, Matt," Belle spoke up, her tone a lot friendlier than it was with you.

"I'll get out of your hair then." You didn't say bye, instead speed walked to your car, fuelled by your rage toward his assistant.

Matt: Not even going to say goodbye to me?

Matt: This isn't my fault

You: i just didn't know you were having lunch dates with your assistant

You cursed yourself straight after your message sent, realising just how ridiculous you sounded. Like a jealous teenage girl.

Matt: Lunch date? You mean having lunch with your coworker is now considered a date?

You: does she even know you have a girlfriend?

Matt: Do I really have to share my personal life with my assistant? She does, yes. What has gotten into you?

You: she gets to spend every minute of every day with you

Matt: So this is about her? Don't be so jealous, this is a work relationship.

Matt: Gotta go.

Your eyes blurred with tears as you drove home in silence, your jaw ticking in frustration. You couldn't help but wonder if you were in the wrong. Surely he would have had to pick her as his assistant, right? Why couldn't he have picked a man. Or, as awful as it sounds, a girl who wasn't so attractive. Or maybe a girl who wouldn't have graduated the same year as you.

He got home at 11pm, a bit earlier than you had anticipated. You couldn't sleep though, your mind running wild at the possibilities. With all the time spent with her and away from you, would he fall for her? Would he stop loving you? Was she planning to whisk him away from you? Was your little argument today just pushing him further into her arms?

He walked into your bedroom and didn't say a word. He walked straight into the ensuite and locked the door before you had a chance to speak, closing your mouth immediately.

When he came out, he looked visibly more relaxed, newly grown out curls dripping beads of water onto his skin. He sat in front of you on the bed, only a towel keeping him decent.

"Care to tell me what that was earlier?" His voice was stern, eyebrows slightly raised.

"You tell me," you tone was unwavering as well, arms folded across your chest.

"I wish I could," he huffed, the frustration clearly creeping back. "I can see that you're jealous. But I think theres a bit more to it, isn't there?"

"I miss you."

"Of course I miss you too. But I have to go to work. I can't control the hours!" He raised his voice slightly. Maybe there was more to this for him, too.

"We haven't had sex in two weeks, Matt," you sighed, looking toward the ceiling as that awful, sad feeling reared its ugly head again. "You used to want it- need it, every second day, at least."

"We haven't had time!" He sighed now, running a hand over his face. "I've had to... deal with it myself."

"Does your assistant have to be there for that too? Does she add it into your calendar?" You bit, meeting his eyeline again, that now had narrowed on you, angry brows knotted together.

"You are a brat, you know that?" He spat, appearing as if he were about to double over in anger.

"I'm a brat, huh?" You laughed humourlessly, shaking your head at him. "I spent all morning cooking for you. Every day I do all the cleaning after I've been working all day. I iron your clothes for the next day and have them ready for you every night before I even think to do anything for myself. Before I even have dinner!"

He just stared back, not interjecting for a change. His expression softened as he let you get it all out.

"I have done that for you for four years now! Four years! But I'm a brat, huh? All because I miss you and yes, I'm upset that you have a pretty new assistant. I'm upset that she spends all day with you, gets to have lunch and sometimes dinner with you. She gets to eat and laugh with you, all the while I come home to our house alone. I go to sleep alone and wake up alone. Do you know the things I would do to have lunch with you just once a week? The fact that I'm even explaining myself is ridiculous, I-"

Your rambling was cut short but warm lips pressing gently against yours. Your hands instantly found damp curls, fighting the urge to cry at the fact he was finally at your fingertips, and not when he was snoring beside you in the small hours. He was finally there, finally, you had his undivided attention.

His fingers quickly hooked into your panties, pulling them off in one autonomous motion. He wasted no time disconnecting your lips, positioning himself between your thighs. His warm tongue flitting over your clit sent a shockwave of electricity through your body, a sharp gasp from your lips piercing the overwhelming tension in the room. You grabbed a fistful of his hair without a second thought, grinding down onto that beautiful face. The coarseness of his beard scratched your inner thighs, sending a chill down your spine. With your eyes screwed shut, you moaned his name just as you had imagined for nights on end, his own groan vibrating against your core. You opened your eyes when you thought he'd pulled out your vibrator, soon realised it was just his phone buzzing somewhere on the bed spread. He didn't slow his motions, continuing to lick dizzying stripes across your clit. You felt around for his phone, wishing you hadn't when you saw her caller ID on the screen.

"Are you fucking serious?"

"Mm, what?" His voice was muffled against you, only pulling away when you pulled your hips away. "Oh, come on. I can't control when she calls me, babe. It's probably something really important."

You realised you weren't angry at him, but absolutely livid with her. You just had a gut feeling about her. You knew girls like her, you could tell from he minute you laid eyes on here. She just wanted to climb the hierarchal ladder that was your beloved boyfriend. Unfortunately he was going to have to figure that out on his own. You couldn't help but give him the cold shoulder that night.

***

Things had slightly improved between the two of you. You'd been intimate more frequently, things often getting so steamy that one time he'd bent you over the kitchen counter, resulting in very burnt chicken for dinner.

For the sake of your own sanity, you'd stopped torturing yourself with your imagination over his beautiful assistant. He loved you, he was as faithful as they come.

Matt: I'll be home in 30 xx

He'd messaged you that two hours ago. You were worried you'd have to start calling police stations, but he finally responded to your missed calls with another text.

Matt: Long story. Talk soon.

He returned home an hour later, the door slamming behind him. You startled from where you sitting on the couch, having stress drank through half a bottle of red wine at this stage. He scooped you up from your position on the couch, eliciting a loud squeal of surprise from you, followed by the thunk of your wine glass hitting the carpet, effectively painting the rug crimson.

"Don't worry about it," he breathed against your skin. "Missed you," he trailed kisses along your jaw and neck, your breath hitching when he would hit your sweet spots.

"Mm- what happened at work? Where were you?" You grabbed his jaw in an attempt to slow him to no avail. He continued to carry you to the bedroom, physically in front of you, but mentally somewhere deep between your thighs.

"Don't worry about it," he echoed, placing you down onto the bed. You felt a little worried - he only got like this if something really stressful happened. He was usually great at talking about his feelings, especially when something happened at work.

He continued to kiss down your body, trying to strip your clothes with such haste you could barely keep up.

"Babe- stop. Stop." You huffed, finally getting a grip on his tireless wrists. "What happened? Were you with her?"

Then he came back into his body, eyes narrowing on yours. "We're seriously still on this?" He groaned, sitting back on his knees. "I fired her."

"Fired her?!" You couldn't hide the surprise in your tone, but masked the happiness very well. "Why? I thought she was a hoot, no?"

"I don't want to talk about it right now," he sighed. Catching your expression, he realised you weren't going to let up until you had the full story. "Jesus- okay, she tried to make a move on me. Happy? You were right." He rolled his eyes.

Now you were beaming. You thought you'd be more upset, but his obvious disgust debunked that thought immediately. "Say that last part again."

"You were right," he rolled his eyes again, playfully this time. "Now take off your clothes."

"Yes, sir!" You laughed too, stripping off your clothes so fast, you'd miss it if you blinked. Immediately, he was on top of you, a growing hard on pressing into your thigh.

"Nobody compares to you," he mumbled against your lips, stripping his boxers without taking his eyes off you, drinking you in. "Nobody."

His words warmed you to your core, words you didn't know you needed to hear. Despite the intensity leading up to this moment, he slid himself in slowly, stretching and filling you inch by glorious inch. You arched your back into the feeling, bare chests rubbing against one another.

"I love you," you breathed, grinding gently into him, both of your hips connecting in slow synchronicity. His warm arms surrounding you, pulling you impossibly closer.

"I love you," he kissed you slowly, "so, so much."

You felt more connected than you had in weeks, months, even. And in that moment, you too though, nobody compares to you.

you know me by now. no proof reading sozzy and this ending sucks balls... but its dry out here

[deleahtarte]

I was talking about this with a friend a while back but… Style Rockstar AU!

I imagined Stan—super popular rockstar, preformed more concerts then he knows how to count, more money then he now knows what to do with—burnt out from the fame. It isn't as great as what he thought it was when he was young and naive. One day, he's drinking in this bar completely bored with his life, wanting something, missing something-just doesn't know what. He thought the fame and the sex would be enough but...surprise, it isn't.

And then this hot red head walks in and Stan is immediately already physically attracted. Just as he’s thinking of going over there himself, he watches Kyle tell off a dude who was hitting on him all by himself— and only then was Stan like "I have to at least fuck him once." So Stan tries to hit on him expecting Kyle to know who he is because everyone knows who he is, duh he's Stan Marsh, but Kyle doesn't. This stuns Stan, but it only made him want Kyle more. Eventually as they spoke through the night, Stan actually starts liking Kyle for more then just his body. They do end up sleeping together—luck, maybe— and in Stan's head he thinks, "I really want to keep seeing Kyle" but when Stan blinks his eyes open the next morning, Kyle is gone. He didn't leave a note behind, no number, no clues, nothing. Stan is devastated and then sent himself on a wild goose chase to find Kyle.

One of the ways he tries to find Kyle is by making songs about him because Kyle has become his muse and the lyrics are obviously about him. A couple months goes by and nothing. Stan visits the same bar whenever he could hoping to catch a glimpse of red; red cheeks, red hair, red lips. Yet, nothing.

Christmas comes and Stan flies back to South Park to go visit his mom and his family. During the dinner, he's prepping the table and in strolls Kyle with his parents. Stan finds out that Kyle was originally from South Park too, and that they've never saw each other because Kyle spent most of his childhood and years at the hospital because he was extremely sick and only recently got better last year.

As it turns out, Kyle have always seen Stan playing with the other kids, being jealous because he wanted to join, finding Stan adorable and wanting to be his friend—but not being able to because of his weak constitution. The years go by and Stan blew up and became a rockstar, leaving South Park. Kyle watches Stan preform in different parts of the world from his tiny tv, wanting to see the world, too. A miracle happens and Kyle gets the perfect organ donor and he heals up. The first thing he tries to do is travel. He chose to go to Stan's concert as like a last goodbye because he is no longer sick and it wasn't like Stan was going to pay attention to him anyways. He thinks of it as him ‘graduating’ from the Kyle that could only ever experience live through the TV. The concert is done and a few days pass and that's when Kyle runs into Stan at that bar and officially 'meets' him for the first time

Of course he's going to pretend like he doesn't know Stan

But now, at the present when they see each other again at the Christmas party, Stan is NOT letting Kyle go. Kyle tries to reject him, and Stan accepts it rather obediently, which surprises Kyle a lot. Stan instead asks if they could friends, and Kyle (because damn those puppy dog eyes) says yes. The rejection worked (or so Kyle thinks) Stan is persistent in a way where he’s hitting on you…but maybe he isn’t? Is he just this friendly? Kyle doesn’t know.

Stan buys him a lot of gifts, from every day pastries to big items that must’ve costed him an arm and leg; because apparently, friends do that. Kyle only accepts the little ones, the ones he himself could afford, and rejects everything else. Stan is touchy, not uncomfortably so, but casual touches like an arm slung around his shoulder or a pat on his thigh when they sit next to each other; because apparently, friends do that. Stan tries to understand him, really—understand him. He listens to Kyle talk for hours about what it was like being confined in that hospital bed, where the only thing Kyle saw day to day was the ugly mellow yellow walls and the horrid stench of hospital. Stan remembers the little things Kyle says in passing, that he can’t stand coconut and how much he hates any type of repetitive noise. Kyle finds that Stan is very much as charming, sweet, and funny as Kyle thought he was all those years ago; where he could only listen to Stan crack jokes to his others friends from the window. It disappoints Kyle, because he doesn’t want to like Stan. In actuality, he’s just scared because this is his first love. But there’s really no helping it. He falls, and he falls hard.

They do remain friends. Stan helps Kyle figure out the stuff Kyle has never messed with before, like signing up for college (that Stan had ditched completely) or social media and registering for your license, etc etc. Kyle has grown used to Stan being by his side, as if he had always been there, as if he was supposed to be there—that it completely catches off guard when Stan announces he has to return to the big cities to continue doing his rockstar activities.

“Oh…okay.” Nodded Kyle limply. He was so shocked that he wasn’t able to offer a better response. Stan looks up, blue eyes searching his face. Kyle doesn’t know if Stan found what he was looking for; because his lips curl up into a smile that does not at all reach his eyes.

“We’ll keep in touch, alright? You’ll hear from me everyday.” Stan reassured him. One his large hands cover Kyle’s own for a moment, giving it a single comforting squeeze before it lets go. “I promise.”

Kyle believed him. He knew Stan by now. He trusted that Stan wouldn’t forget about him. He had faith. But…

Stan was a rockstar, a super famous, still revelant one that people talked and made posts about constantly. When would be the next time Kyle gets to see him again? To be able to bathe in his attention and that overwhelming warm, tender smile? Would Kyle have to wait weeks, months?

Could Kyle do that…?

The day comes for Stan to leave. His flight is unbelievably late, 2 am. He’s dressed in the airport with a mask and cap that he wants to throw off. He doesn’t want to go. He feels like a dog running away from home. For the first time in a long time, Stan wants to go back to South Park rather than away. And he knows exactly why he feels that way.

Kyle. It’s all been about Kyle since the moment Stan met him.

I’ll come back, he promised himself. I’ll come back the second my tour is over and work to win your love again.

Just as Stan wrote that in his heart, he’s about to head for his gate when someone tugs on his sleeve—a fan who recognized him, fuck.

With a huff (it’s not them, it’s him—he doesn’t really wanna see anyone but Kyle right now), Stan turns around and blinks at what he sees.

“I don’t have first class tickets, so how about you come join in economy?” Kyle asked, standing right here in front of Stan in a sweatshirt and jeans, a suitcase right next to him. “Oh…wait, people would probably recognize you, huh? You can’t keep this get up on the flight the entire time.”

Kyle flicks the top of Stan’s cap. And when Stan still didn’t reply, he starts to get a little nervous. He crosses his arms and huffs. “…Or I should go home?”

Only once he heard those words did Stan spring to action. He grabs Kyle by the back of his neck, leans down, and pulls him into a kiss much too inappropriate for the airport. You couldn’t pay him to care, and apparently, Kyle felt exactly at the same.

“Are you a hallucination?” Stan asked breathlessly when they part. All the air has left. Kyle laughs.

“That kiss felt very real to me, dude.”

This time, it’s Stan who laughs, resting his forehead against Kyle’s. “Me too. It felt—it felt real for me, too.”