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I just wanted to say you seem really cool :3

AHHHHHHHH THANK YOU ZO MUCH!!! you do too!!! >:3 <3

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"How the time flies when you're stuck in the walls of the Park County Police Station."

Toolshed x Gender Neutral Reader

Being a part of The Chaos League has its ups and downs, mostly pretty big ups after you were allowed to go on missions. But after being stuck inside the walls of the Park County Police Station for a couple days, someone makes an unexpected visit.

"How cliché."

Stanley "Stan" Marsh x Reader

When a weird rumor starts spreading throughout the halls of Denver University, it's no surprise Stan Marsh was at the center of it, but you? How could you possibly be involved in the, yet another, turbulent gossip surrounding the one and only Stan?

"Third Wheeling."

Stanley "Stan" Marsh x Male Reader x Craig Tucker

How could you say no to the offer of living in an apartment with your two best friends who just so happen to be dating each other? It was a smart decision for everyone, being close to Denver University and not having to room with strangers? Yes, please! At least, until things start to get awkward for you.

"Thanks, they're absolutely beautiful, but, I have a boyfriend."

Jimmy Valmer x Female Reader

He's cute and all, but he's weird as hell. Yet, it's a nice feeling to know you're wanted, but the way he's going about it? Yeah, it's not the way a normal person would try to get the girl. If anything, this borders on harassment and obsession.

"This isn't just a necklace, it's a promise."

Kenneth "Kenny" McCormick x Reader

He's such a sweet boy, he really is. He's just a bit... affectionate, to say the least. And when he shows up at your house unannounced it gets a little bizarre, especially when he comes bearing a rather odd gift. It is odd only for the circumstances from which the gift comes from.

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hello!! welcome to my blog!! this is a little writing/art blog that i’ve decided to also use as a diary!! my DMs are always open and i have to request that you don’t ask me for donations. i can’t help you, and you should go to people who can.

i’m pretty forgetful and i procrastinate a lot, so i’ll write or draw when it comes to me. school and my band comes first, though, as of recently, i’m not for sure if the lead singer will stay with us. the band is falling apart right now and if things don’t work out i’ll probably have to start figuring out how to sing on top of guitar, so i might be extremely busy.

my name is vega, but vegas or las vegas is fine too!! i’m a genderqueer person and i’m honestly unsure of how to define my sexuality right now, whether i should call myself a lesbian or gynosexual. my mbti is INFP (mediator), and my time zone is GMT-5.

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TOXIC!KYLE BROFLOVZKI X F!READER

SFW One-zhot!

DIZCLAIMER: zo, i wrote thiz zo long ago for my first ever tumblr account, but then my friendz found that account and i got embarrazzed and deleted the two thingz i wrote for that account. ion think i have the second one on a google doc (it was a kyle and ztan (zeparate) x reader with a zweet tooth (I'll pozt it if i find it)). i just don't want thiz sitting on a google doc that i'm never gonna uze again. zo if you feel like you've read thiz before, i bet you have. p.z., i'm not revizing it zo when i come back i can zee how far i've come with my writing

WARNINGZ: menzionz of alcohol, fighting wordz, no real zolution, angzt with no comfort, the uze of the word 'cunt', implied abusive mom

Anonymous asked:

could you write a toxic Kyle x fem reader 🤔? I've never seen anyone do it I mean he's not all so innocent himself, he's a bit of an ass lmao

I also just came up with this on the spot 😓 !!

I sigh at the rain as it hits my delicate skin harshly. I ran through the streets of South Park trying to cover myself with my school bag, however, it wasn't doing me any good. I was still drenched. My clothes clung to my body as I rushed to my most beloved boyfriend's house, Kyle Broflovski. Of course, I just had been naïve enough to take my mom up on her offer, which was to take me to and pick me up from school, take me to work, pick me back up, and then drive us home. How stupid of me. To even conceive she'll be sober enough to even pick up the fucking phone.

Oh well. It's her loss anyway.

It only takes roughly five minutes of running to make it from Tweek Bros. Coffeehouse to Kyles’ house. His house was rather modest, it looks like any other ordinary house on the block, besides the color. I bolt up the three steps leading up to his front door, almost tripping over the second step with how fast I am moving. When I hop on the third step, I start rapidly banging on the door, my breath staggering out of my mouth.

I watch the door creak open before fully opening, the person on the other side being Kyle, his eyes trailing over my body. His face distorts into one of confusion, “[Name]? Why are you not home?” I lean on the doorframe, my heart pounding from the mad dash. 

“Ough ough, I’ll tell you, can I come in first?” I hack through labored breaths, a loud crack coming out from the skyline. He nods and moves aside, making enough room for me to walk through the door. Kyle quietly shuts the door as I stumble into his house. I gave him a small peck on his cheek before he gripped my hand and dragged me through his living room. Ike, Kyle’s younger brother, was sitting on the couch watching McNeil Lehrer Report, which comes on every night at ten. I give him a small wave and he deftly puts his hand in the air dismissively and turns back to the monotone man on the TV.

We quickly make it up to his room, my goosebumps finally catching up with me. The familiar—yet not so welcomed—feeling forming all over. Kyle ushers me into his room, basically shoving me in there. 

“Jeez,” I mutter, walking over to his closet and turning to him. I gingerly set my bag on the closet door, hoping nothing got wet on the inside. “Can I borrow some of your clothes?” I ask, going to take a hoodie or two even if he said no.

“Yeah, but why aren’t you home?” Kyle said, a look of disgust coming across his face. 

I let out a breathy chuckle, “Yeah,” I cleared my throat, “Long story short. My mom wasn’t picking up the phone, so I just ran over here.” I slide open his closet doors, pick out a black hoodie and gray sweatpants, and throw them on his bed. “God, she’s such a cunt, and not in a good way,” I groan, turning back to face Kyle. 

“Well, that’s your fault, isn’t it? Don’t blame your mom for your poor planning.”

“Oh,” I laugh, “I’ve accidentally left a bra here, right?” I ask, just trying to get away from his questions.

“Yeah, it’s in my desk drawer.”

I watch him stride over and pull it out of the top drawer before throwing it on the bed with his clothes. “But seriously,” I yawn, “I’m so fucking pissed she couldn’t even stay sober for one night.”

“Oh, you’ll be fine. You’re just too sensitive, you’ll get over it.”

I tilt my head to the side, my lips slightly parting. I mean, he’s said that before but why does it hurt so fucking bad? “I’m too sensitive…?” I repeated back to him, not knowing what to do. My jaw opens slightly and my eyebrows scrunch together. The pain I feel in my heart went from a dull throb to an unbearable, gnarly stab, coming to me in multiple waves. His words hurt, and I have no idea why. 

“Mhm, yeah, you just, I don’t know, overreact to all the small things. Not to mention how forgetful you are.” Kyle lists off. He shrugs as he flops down on his bed. “So, really, you’re just being hypocritical, criticizing your mom like that when you’re just like her.”

My lips turn to a scowl at his words, “I’m not an incompetent, waste of space, alcoholic, believe it or not.” I say, my tone just being perturbed and angry. He sits up and peers into my eyes, his face covered with an “okay, and?” look to it.

This only made me scoff, “I don't even know what to say to you.” I feel tears sting my eyes, the droplets threatening to fall. “You know what, I’m just going to change and then text someone to come take me home. I can’t deal with this right now.” I shake my head, the clothes clinging to my body being uncomfortably tight.

“What?” He laughed, standing back up from the bed. “What the hell did I do?” Kyle asked, throwing his hands in the air. 

“If I try to tell you while you’re in whatever mood this is, I’m going to be irrational. So I’ll talk to you in the morning.” I walk over and snatch the clothes off his bed and then to my school bag lying on his closet door.

 I hear him scoff, “Yeah, go ahead, run away from your responsibilities like you always do!”

“No Kyle,” I snap, wiping my body toward him, “You know what I’m doing? I’m being responsible and trying to salvage this relationship!” I feel the warm tears streak down my face, but they don’t deter me. “We don’t reason in the heat of the moment. I mean, I can tell you’re irritated right now, that’s why you said that dumb shit.” I cry out, loud, but not loud enough for anyone else to hear.

I let out an agitated sigh and place my hands on my hips, putting my weight on my right leg. I see his face contort into one of anguish and compunction, while mine, as far as I know, was filled with ire. I turn my back to him and snatch my bag, walking to the door before I pause at the voice behind me. 

“I’m sorry…”