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synopsis: what i think the main three boy's love languages would be (giving + receiving)

characters: stan, kyle, kenny

date written: 08/02/24

warnings: n/a

stan marsh

giving: quality time + physical affection

i feel like at times stan just wants to give you his undivided attention and not have to focus on the troubles of the world outside. like his dad, his sister, the farm. but all those worries disappear as soon as he can just spend time with you. you guys don’t even have to be doing anything; you could just be cuddling in silence, and he would still be comforted by knowing you’re still with him, and he can give you every ounce of the love he has for you. he also loves holding you in his arms after a long day and just listening to you talk or the sound of your breathing. he loves to pepper your face with kisses. he also loves to cuddle, so if you ever feel even a little upset, he’s got you.

receiving: words of affirmation + physical affection

there are days where stan doesn’t even have enough energy to get out of bed in the morning, which are the days where he needs your comfort the most. just hearing even the basic stuff like ‘i love you’ or ‘you are a good person’ would send chills down his spine because he was actually being treated like a human, and not a useless punching bag by his sister or as a walking campaign by his dad. at times, stan is just so used to being alone that he feels uneasy being so close to you, but he really, really doesn't want to let anytime soon, it was too late anyways. he already loved you too much.

kyle broflovski

giving: acts of service + quality time

kyle appreciates any time he has with you, even if it is doing school work together. he never finds the silence to be awkward, and doesn’t feel it necessary to fill the air with words. only sounds are of the pencil kyle is using scratching softly on his notebook and the click-clacking of the laptop kyle let you borrow because you forgot yours at home. which brings me to my next topic, acts of service. imagine you’re in class and you forgot your pencil, don’t worry kyle’s got a spare. you don’t like olives on you pizza? kyle is happy to scrape them off for you. didn’t want to bring a jacket and now you’re about to die of pneumonia? kyle to the rescue, but straight after he’ll give you a long lecture about how he was right and you should have listened to him and brought your jacket. but it's okay because he does that out of love as well.

receiving: words of affirmation + acts of service

kyle can get insecure; sometimes the guy’s words get to him. like the time he got voted the worst looking in the class. that hurt him big time so having you just say something like ‘i like your nose’ or ‘i think your hair is cute’ can make quite the difference. he also doesn’t mind letting you see him without his hat, because he trusts you wouldn’t go out of your way to hurt him and after a while of dating he might even let you touch it. as much as kyle does love doing things for you here and there he also would like the same done for him. he likes the idea of knowing you care about him and his feelings just as much as he cares about you. if he’s sick, he knows he can trust you to take notes for him so he can copy them or you could bring him some soup. it could be anything even if it’s small he doesn’t care. as long as he knows you care.

kenny mccormick

giving: physical affection + acts of service

now, we all know kenny is a very physical person, who loves rather sensual physical things but he also loves to just cuddle you after a bad day or just holding hands. he also loves kissing you, wether or not that leads to something more is up to you. he is also pretty cool with pda, as long as you’re comfortable of course. he gets handsy too; he might slip his hand in your back pocket or he’ll gently scratches your back and run his fingers through your hair, caressing your cheeks. He could also would wrap him and you in his parka while just rubbing your back.

speaking of his parka, he let’s you borrow it if you get cold. but before he does he would drown it in the cologne he ‘borrowed’ from stan. he would also get you flowers that reminded him of you from the park. since kenny doesn’t have alot of money and he would want to spoil you if he did, acts of service is the next best thing for him as he can still treat you the way you deserve to be treated. he could take out the trash for you if he saw that you didn’t like doing it or taking care of you when you’re sick even if he gets sick because he’s more worried about you. when he gathers a few bucks, he might even buy you a energy bar with chocolate in it. but whatever he does or gets for you just know that he does it with all the love in his heart for you and just you.

receiving: physical affection + gift giving

as much as kenny loves kissing you and touching you, he loves knowing that you actually like doing those things even more. kenny just wants the same he gives out. he’s pretty touch starved, even just a simple kiss on the cheek is enough to make his day. he also loves being held and kissed and cuddled just as he does to you. he gets pretty clingy because he gets lonely, the only people he has to talk to at home is karen. his parents are out drinking and his brother is doing only god knows what in his room with his friends. kenny wants to feel loved, and wants to feel like he's in a loving relationship with someone who truly cares for him. he wants to be held and kissed, and to feel like he's actually important to someone.

kenny might not have money, but he appreciates the small things. seeing you spend money on him and being excited to give him anything you buy makes him happy. he understands the value of everything and appreciates it. and it doesn’t even have to be things you bought, it could be something you made specifically for him, especially if it involves cooking, like homemade cookies or cakes or something more personal, like a picture or drawing. he isn’t really picky, but he is very grateful to have someone like you in his life and just hopes you feel the same about him.

a/n: it took me 3 days to write this but i can’t tell if it’s shitty or not.

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f4iryyuiirz · 3 months

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༊*·˚ ᵀʳᵃⁱˡᵉʳ ⁻ ᴰᵉᵃᵈ ᴰᵒᵛᵉ: ᴰᵒ ᴺᵒᵗ ᴱᵃᵗ .ೃ࿐

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: ̗̀➛ “You’re dead.” Damien would say as it wasn’t really a question. He would just look at his phone, he didn’t even give you a chance to explain. “How’d you find out?” You would whisper, hoping to God that the people right next to you didn’t hear. “Put your earbuds on, you look crazy.” He would say before suddenly disappearing just as fast as he appeared, leaving you alone with Micheal and the rest of the goth kids. .ೃ࿐

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

•°. *࿐ Stan Marsh ༊*·˚

“Does Wendy know you’re talking to me? Not that I wouldn’t if she did.”

༊*·˚ Kyle Broflovski *ೃ༄

“Want me to help you study, tonight?”

•°. *࿐ Kenny Mccromick ༊*·˚

"Come on, a few kisses will not ruin our friendship."

༊*·˚ Leopold Stotch *ೃ༄

“Can I sit with you at lunch, today?”

•°. *࿐ Craig Tucker ༊*·˚

“You should come over. Stripe misses you.”

༊*·˚ Clyde Donovan *ೃ༄

“Could you be my tutor? I’m failing math.”

•°. *࿐ Tolkien Black ༊*·˚

“Want me to buy it for you?”

༊*·˚ Tweek Tweak *ೃ༄

“W-We’ll help you l-live your life.”

•°. *࿐ Trent Boyett ༊*·˚

“Ay, you don’t call her a bitch. Want me to beat ‘em for you, baby?”

༊*·˚ Wendy Testaburger *ೃ༄

“Sometimes, you can be so stupid.”

•°. *࿐ Red Tucker ༊*·˚

“What are you talking about? You look great."

༊*·˚ Nichole Daniels *ೃ༄

“Your face is very symmetrical. That’s very important.”

•°. *࿐ Bebe Stevens ༊*·˚

“Can I borrow your lip gloss? I know you threw out the bottle.”

༊*·˚ Gary Harrison *ೃ༄

“Could you stop by later, for family dinner?”

•°. *࿐ Damien Thorn ༊*·˚

“I could help with that. Your virginity, I mean.”

༊*·˚ Phillip Pirrup *ೃ༄

“I mean, there is a way for you to live longer. Ice your body.”

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(Disclaimer: I do not condone any of the acts that happen in the story in real life. Please do not romanticize any behaviors or actions described in this story in the real world. Yanderes, in their nature, are incredibly toxic and abusive, so it would just be stupid to wish for that type of relationship in real life. But that doesn't mean we can't enjoy the safety of fanfiction. There is no shame in imagining it happening and liking the idea of it, but refusing to participate in that type of situation in real life. If you are currently in a relationship with someone who is mirroring the behaviors written for any of the yandere characters in this story, please seek help. You are not weak for asking for help.)

Other: All trigger warnings will be listed at the beginning of any chapter and right before the trigger starts so please do not skip it. Your mental health is more important than a South Park fanfic. Thank you.

A/N: The Yandere versions of the characters were inspired by Hellpark.

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f4iryyuiirz · 1 month

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can i request the main 3 (seperate) of general headcannons, things like what it’s like dating them, habits and things they would do with reader?

Stan Marsh:

— This might be obvious, but Stan is really clingy once you manage to get him to trust you.

— He gets jealous really easily, even if it's just talking.

— He just wants to be with you most of the time.

— He does have minor trust issues that make him think he can't be loved, but it's nothing you can't kiss away and make him forget all about.

— When he's with you, he's super affectionate and will shower you with as much love as he can give. He just asks for the same.

— He loves someone who just rambles to him about stuff because Stan seems more of a listener, and plus, he loves your voice.

— We all know Stan is an animal lover, so he would also love it if you had a pet. not that you have to get one, just that if you had one, he would like it like it was his own child.

— He loves cuddling too, literally any time or place. You just have to ask.

— Speaking of asking, at the start of the relationship, he would probably not start any physical affection; he would wait for you to do that since he doesn't want to scare you away so soon.

which leads me to my next point, communication. compunicate, please. I am begging you. because he won't until you do. Which means if you want him to kiss you more, say it. He'll try his best.

— He just wants to make you happy.

— He likes to be the 'big spoon' most of the time.

— He loves you a lot. But sometimes he just isn't ready to do something, so please be patient.

— He usually really would want to; it's just that it might take him some time to get used to the idea.

— He also needs space at times. I don't think he's abusive, but he may yell at you if he's really mad when you guys fight, which isn't a lot since he's kind of a pushover, but around the time he starts yelling, it would be the best time to walk away from each other and just breathe.

— He would never propose to hurt you, though. He just couldn't.

— He's also most likely said 'I love you' first, but he didn't realize he said it until you pointed it out.

— The bottom line is that he has issues but is willing to try and fix them for you because he loves you that much.

Kyle Broflovski:

— I see him as a hopeless romantic; he would definitely bring flowers to the first date.

— Kyle most likely doesn't have dating experience, unlike Stan, who at least dated Wendy. but that doesn't mean he won't try his best to be a good boyfriend.

— He also wants a long-term relationship because he dates to marry, so if you manage to get him to date you, You guys are getting married sooner or later.

— He's really sweet, and he's actually pretty charming.

— He would be slightly less jealous than Stan, but jealous nonetheless.

— I feel like he only gets jealous when someone is actively flirting with you.

— He's willing and might throw hands if whoever is flirting disrespects you, of course. I mean, he's from Jersey.

— He would most likely only start thinking about it when he notices that you're uncomfortable, but he wouldn't just do it on a whim.

— The list thing really screwed with his self-image. He is slightly insecure about his features. He thinks his nose is too big. but it's okay because all you have to do is smack some sense into him.

— Or you could just tell him you love him, whichever works best for you.

— He was more awkward around you when his feelings for you started before you guys were dating.

— He doesn't really know what to say or how to flirt, but once you start dating, he's more confident and flirtatious.

— I don't think he really likes PDA; maybe some handholding and a kiss on the cheek here and there, but more than that is just gross to him.

— Mainly because he doesn't like people staring at him while he's making out with you or whatever you two are doing.

— But just because he doesn't like to do it in public doesn't mean he doesn't do it in private. When you two are alone, he is all over you. Unless you don't want him to be, but most of the time you would be making out or something to make up for lost time when you were outside.

— As I said before, he dates to marry, so when you're in a relationship with him, he'll do anything to try and make it work. Even if you two fight a lot.

— There aren't a lot of fights with Kyle, but when they are, they are big.

— Kyle has anger issues, so he may insult you a lot when you fight, but don't take it too personally; he's just trying to get you as mad as he is so he doesn't feel like he's arguing with a wall.

— He is also pretty dominant. not in a sexual way, though; he just likes to make decisions and take the lead. It doesn't really matter who you are; just relax and let him take care of everything.

— Anyway, to end this section off, Kyle is a hopeless romantic who just wants someone with whom he can spend the rest of his life.

Kenny Mccormick:

— Kenny is very flirty. We know this. He often flirts with a lot of girls, but he's not just a playboy who does it with every girl he thinks is hot. He does have feelings. And if you were lucky enough, he might actually have those feelings for you.

— At first, I thought he wasn't really planning on anything serious when he first started dating you.

— He mostly did it out of fear of getting left out. Almost everyone in his class was dating someone, and he didn't want to be the loser who was single, so he picked you because you were funny and pretty good-looking.

— But then he actually started liking you. He started noticing a bunch of things about you.

— Like how you smiled when he made his stupid jokes and how you always comforted him about not being able to buy you anything expensive because he doesn't have a lot of money.

— He realized that he might actually want to make your relationship a long-term thing.

— Kenny is really into physical touch but doesn't know how to express it, so he often comes off as flirty.

— I think he has severe commitment issues, mainly because of all the emotional baggage he has tucked away, but that discussion is for another day.

— He'll do things that might seem embarrassing just to make you smile. He also says dumb things just because he is nervous.

— He may act like he is cool with his partner, but he is actually terrified of rejection.

— He flirts very frequently with everyone around him and often doesn't realize he's doing that, so that may cause a fight between you two.

— It's not like he means to do it; he is just naturally pretty flirty. Mainly because he thinks that he's just being nice.

— He also gives the best hug and cuddles, so be prepared to spend a whole Saturday at home just cuddling while watching TV.

— Now, back to the fights. Fights between you two are not regular; they happen sometimes but not that often.

— If you guys are fighting, you might be playfully fighting about something small like 'who ate the last cookie' or something big like him possibly cheating on you.

— Personally, I don't think Kenny would cheat since, if you managed to get into a long-term relationship with him, I think he changed his ways.

— Speaking of that, he has never been in a serious relationship before, so he tends to move fast when he finds you.

— Bottom line because I can't really think of anything else. Kenny is a sweetie who will always love you and tries his best to treat you right.

A/N: I'm so sorry it took me this long to write this but I am grateful that you waited. Also, I just wanted to say that this is the last request I will take for a bit, while I fix up this account. I will be updating the rules so I would like you to wait for that until you request again. Thank you.

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f4iryyuiirz · 3 months

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hii!! okay, can i request for headcannons on yandere!fbw stan? could the prompt be something like the reader is already dating stan, but she doesn’t know that he’s toolshed, headcannons of how he would act around her? thanks!

i feel like he would stalk you but he would be more like a ‘guardian angel’ to make sure nobody hurts you.

as yan!stan is pretty clingy, i feel like toolshed would have to die down his affections for you as you’re dating his alter-ego ⁽ˢᵗᵃⁿ⁾ and you would never cheat on him.

i also feel like he wouldn’t want you to ever find out that he’s stan mainly because using ‘toolshed’ he would be able to stalk you without worrying if you would catch him since even if you do, you’ll never know it’s stan, so he would still be dating you as stan

stan would most likely avoid when he’s toolshed given ^ but if you and him did somehow meet face to face i feel like he would try to get information out of you that he couldn’t if he was stan.

like what you thought of him, would you ever cheat on him and using this info he would try to improve to better your liking of him.

and if you’re saying ‘oh no, i would never tell anyone i just met about my love life like that.’ think again.

think again, stan is a very manipulative person and that trait continues even when he’s toolshed and since you two were already dating, it felt like you had known him for years, which you have you just don’t know it yet.

he also feels the duty to protect you and make sure you're safe ⁽ᵍⁱᵛᵉⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵗᵃˡᵏⁱⁿᵍ⁾ so when he saves you, he tries to act cool about it but it’s almost impossible when he’s practically weak in the knees when he sees you.

i don’t think toolshed would try to kidnap you ⁽ᵇᵘᵗ ʰᵉ ᵈᵒᵉˢⁿ’ᵗ ᵐⁱⁿᵈ ᵛⁱᵒˡᵉⁿᶜᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵈᵉᶠᵉⁿᵈ ʸᵒᵘʳ ʰᵒⁿᵒʳ⁾

overall, stan will always be your hero, whether he’s toolshed or not

⁽ᵒʳ ʷʰᵉᵗʰᵉʳ ʸᵒᵘ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ⁱᵗ ᵒʳ ⁿᵒᵗ⁾

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f4iryyuiirz · 2 months

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༊*·˚ ᶜʰᵃᵖᵗᵉʳ ᴼⁿᵉ ⁻ ᴰᵉᵃᵈ ᴰᵒᵛᵉ: ᴰᵒ ᴺᵒᵗ ᴱᵃᵗ .ೃ࿐

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Word Count: 3k

Date Written: 16/02/24

Disclaimer: I do not condone any of the acts that happen in the story in real life. Please do not romanticize any behaviors or actions described in this story in the real world.

Warnings: Death, Mentioned attempted murder.

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: ̗̀➛ “Why don’t you talk to me? I’m your mother. I’m here to help you.” You didn’t even bother looking at the woman sitting on the edge of your bed. How could she say that? Yes, she biologically gave birth to you, but she wasn’t the one to take care of you when you’re sick, comfort you when you feel upset, or even help you around the house. No, she was too busy out getting drunk with her friends to do that. “Maybe because I don’t trust you?” Your voice came out a bit coarse as you just laid on your bed. You hadn’t talked in a while—since the last night, to be exact.

: ̗̀➛ You were already an hour late for school; usually around this time you would have met with Evie or something. But you just couldn’t get out of bed. Luckily, someone knocked at the front door. Or, more like, banged. “You see? Even your friends are looking for you.” Your mother, Kelly, would say as she went down stairs to let whoever was knocking in. It was probably Michael or Henrietta. As the door opened, you would realize none of your guesses were correct as you heard your mother say, “Strange. No one’s here.”

: ̗̀➛ She would then walk upstairs, back to you again, before sitting next to you and opening her arms. You, to her surprise, would actually take the offer. “Honey, I’m so sorry. I swear, I’m trying to get better. And so is your dad. Please, you just have to trust us once. I promise.” She would say this as she hugged you and kissed the crown of your head. “Just a few weeks, we’ll be better. Maybe not back to normal, but normal enough. Okay?” You would just nod as you let a few tears escape.

: ̗̀➛ “Now, come on, baby. You need to go to school and be the star I know you can be, okay? First day of tenth grade!” She would kiss your forehead. But as soon as she backed away, she saw you start feeling nervous. “Hey.. It’s okay. I know it’s a bit scary, but you’ve done it before, right?” She said this as you nodded against her neck. She then finally let you go. “Now come on. My baby girl needs to get ready. You’re already thirty minutes late for orientation.” She would say this as she went down the stairs.

: ̗̀➛ You took the cup of water your mom left you before you went to sleep and drank it. It was warm, but nothing to stop your throat from being so sore. Once you finished, you stood up and wrapped yourself in a gown before going into the bathroom. Quickly taking a shower—more like just letting the water run down you without really doing anything—and brushing your teeth. You then picked out the first things you saw. Long jeans, a black long-sleeved tee, and short black uggs. You didn’t really do much with your hair; you just put earmuffs on top.

: ̗̀➛ Then you went downstairs, you were about to see your dad but remembered that he had already gone to work. Since you were already late, you just took an energy bar and got your phone. You texted Henri since she was the only person you knew who could drive and had a car. A few minutes later, she texted you back say ‘see u in 3’ you then placed your phone in your pocket and sat on the porch chairs. Almost exactly three minutes later, you see a bright red car pull up with someone wearing all black inside.

: ̗̀➛ “Get in.” She would yell, since she was pretty far from you. You took your bookbag that you left at the side of your chair and got into the car. “What’s with all the color?” You ask as you put on your seatbelt. “It’s my dad’s car. Mine had to go for repairs. God, it’s so bright. I feel like I want to claw my eyes out with my nails.” She said this as she started the engine. She then made a U-turn before driving back to the main street leading to South Park High. “Thanks for the ride.” You whispered as you leaned on the closed window, trying to relax because you barely got any sleep the night before. “No problem. It’s better than riding back seat with that little brat I have to call my brother.” She would, in her usually gloomy tone.

: ̗̀➛ After fifteen minutes, you were shook awake by Henri. “We’re here.” She said this as she parked the car near where the goths usually hang out. You unbuckled your seatbelt and got out of the car. You saw Michael and Pete. Firkle was probably at sixth grade meet-and-greets. Pete was on his phone as he complained about something, and Michael would just smoke a cigarette. “What’s up, guys?” You asked them as you sat next to them. “Nothing. I just thought you wouldn’t make it.” Michael would as well keep smoking his cigarette, not looking directly at you.

: ̗̀➛ “If I didn’t know any better, I would think that you actually cared about me.” You said this as he rolled his eyes. “Well, you thought wrong.” You would scoff before reaching out your hand to him. He would take the hint and bring out his pack. He placed one in your hand and handed you the lighter as well. You lit your cigarette and handed him the light before smoking a puff of your own. “There’s a party at Wendy’s tonight. Think we should go?” Henri asked as she went through her texts. “Why would we want to hang out with a bunch of conformists?” Pete would ask.

: ̗̀➛ “I mean, if we went, we could make fun of how fake they are.” You responded as you rubbed your cigarette onto the pavement next to you because you were finished. Michael just shrugged, and Pete would just nod slightly. “Fair point.” He said before you all stopped talking all together before the bell rang a few minutes later. “So, it’s settled? We’re all going to the party later.” Henrietta nodded as Michael would just shrug again and Pete would say “Whatever.” as you all parted ways.

: ̗̀➛ You only had one class left until you were free to do whatever. You walked through the halls; it felt like it was becoming smaller and smaller. ‘First-day jitters’ your mom would call them. Your mom… You remembered the first day of elementary school in South Park. You moved when you were eight. You remember meeting Cartman and his mom. She was nice-ish. Well, she did spoil her son, but not exactly in a good way. You were interrupted in your thoughts by someone bumping into you. Right. You were still walking to class; you needed to focus. You walked in before the bell finished ringing, sitting at your assigned desk.

: ̗̀➛ Ah, here comes your desk partner now. Craig Tucker. The second most popular boy at school. The pitcher of the baseball team. “Sorry for your loss, man. I didn’t think he’d die like that.” One of Craig’s fanboys would say this before heading back to his seat. Craig just ignored the boy as he wrote the date at the top of his notes. “Hey.. Conformist. What happened?” Craig would just sigh as he stopped writing and placed his pencil down. He then turned to you and stared at you without saying anything before you tried to go back to what the teacher wrote on the chalk. He decided to finally speak.

: ̗̀➛ “Tweek tried to kill me when I broke up with him. I called the cops, and he went to jail. A few days ago, I found out he got beat up. He didn’t make it.” He would say he was emotionless, but it wasn’t like he was really full of emotion. Tweek was alive. “Chirst. Sorry.” You would say. Strangely—not really strangely, but for you, it was strange—you felt a bit bad for him. His ex just died, and he has to go back to school as if nothing even happened. But at least he wasn’t letting it get to him. When he finished talking, he just turned back to his desk and kept writing. So did you.

: ̗̀➛ After class, you figured you’d just go home and try to take a nap until the party. You grabbed your bookbag and waved Henri and them goodbye before walking home. It helped waste time, and it got you tired enough to actually want to sleep. When you got home, no one was there. Of course not. At least you knew they were out working instead of doing other things. When you went to the kitchen, you saw cut-up fried potatoes, which had to have been fried in an air fryer, brown rice, zucchini and green beans on the side, and grilled chicken breasts. You took a bite out of the chicken. And of course, it was vegan.

: ̗̀➛ You sighed slightly before getting a text. You grab your phone and check while trying to sit on the tall fancy stools your mom bought when she got the house. It was still too big for you. When you finally got on, you saw the message from Pete. ‘b at wendy’s by 10pm. it’s starting early.’ The text read. You would just send a thumbs up before you put your phone down and eat in silence. Once you were done, you placed the dishes in the sink, still feeling too tired to wash them. You went up the stairs to take a nap and placed a timer for nine. It wasn’t like you had much prep to do for yourself. You would just change your outfit to something more slutty.

: ̗̀➛ Once you got to your room, you would plop onto your bed face first. You then turned into a more comfortable position and fell asleep within a few minutes. You woke up hours later feeling a bit groggy, but shook it off. You got out of bed before going to the bathroom and brushing your teeth before washing your face. You would also think about adding make-up, but that would cause too many break-outs. Your mom only bought the non-allergic kind, and it was only lip gloss. So you just add that and some eyeliner.

: ̗̀➛ Once you were done there, you put on a black tight-fitting crop top with noodle straps, and it was loose around the clevage. It was slutty enough for me to get into the party without becoming one of them. You also wore the same jeans you wore in the morning with black platform boots. You decide to just put your hair in a low ponytail. When you finished, you took out your phone and texted Henri to come pick you up. You went down the stairs and waited on the couch for her text. You would just watch TV; it was just some crappy reboot of a crappy old show, but it’s not like you had much else to do. A few minutes later, you heard the sound of aggressive honking coming from outside before getting a text.

: ̗̀➛ You walked outside to find Henri, Pete, and Michael in the same bright red car you rode in before. “Get in, frontseat.” Henri would yell because she was pretty far away. You got into the front seat and tied your seatbelt. “So, everyone is ready?” You asked as you checked your phone for the time. It was almost ten o’clock. Everyone would just groan, but you knew it meant everything was fine. Henri would start the car and start driving to Wendy’s house. Like you, Wendy was one of the richest girls at school. Unlike you, however, she actually knew how to use her riches to her advantage. She is now known as the most popular girl at school. It’s not like you cared about your family’s money, but it wasn’t that you weren’t grateful either. You just felt empty. Numb. Sure, you could try to ‘fill the void’ with money, clothes, and diamonds, but what’s the point in that? You would just end up just as shallow and superficial as the ‘popular girls’.

: ̗̀➛ While you went on that tangent in your head, the car finally came to a stop. There you were. At the party. You got out with everyone and walked in. Immediately, you’re met with booze, people making out, and ear-bleedingly loud music. “God, I regret coming here.” Michael would groan as he just decided to go outside, near the pool. The music wasn’t as loud there. Henri followed the booze, and Pete... He just kind of stood there. Maybe he was overwhelmed. You decided to just follow Michael’s lead and go near the pool. You decided to stand next to him so you wouldn’t be close to anyone. “You’re in my personal bubble.” He said this as he sipped a bit of beer from his can. “Sorry." “It’s fine. I don’t really mind.” He would say this before turning to you. “Are we going to talk about what happened last week?” He asked.

: ̗̀➛ You kind of froze up. You didn’t think he would actually bring it up. Even if you were alone. “Um, I thought you didn’t want to talk about it. We were both just really drunk. You said this, stiffly holding your drink. You were kind of hoping this whole thing would blow over. “Whatever. If you don’t want to talk about it, It’s fine. But when you do, Text me.” He said as he was about to leave. “Wait.. Meet me in the closet in five.” You said that as you left to go to the closet. When you got there, you locked the door as you waited for Michael to come back. After around fifteen minutes, someone finally knocked on the door. You opened it and dragged him in. “God, what took you so long? I said in five, not in five hours.” You complained as you leaned on the wall.

: ̗̀➛ “Well, be more specific. There’s like fifteen closets in this whole house... So… What did you want to say?” He asked. “I don’t want.. It will ruin our sort of friendship." You whispered, hoping no one would hear. You started feeling overwhelmed by the whole situation and felt like you needed to be alone. “I have to go. I’ll text you.” You said this as you went out of the closet and went upstairs. You doubted anyone would be on the balcony, and you could barely hear the music because you were so high up. And as weird as you might find it, you actually wanted to be able to hear your own thoughts again. You quickly came up with a can of beer and some weed. What? Something to help you relax.

: ̗̀➛ You sat in one of the fancy chairs and placed your can on the table with the marijuana brownies that were in the plastic. You then saw the famous redhead. Red Tucker. Basically, Wendy's a bitch. She seemed pretty drunk, but you still didn’t expect her to sit next to you. “Hi. You new here?” She would say this as she wobbled in her chair. She could barely even keep her eyes open. “No. I went here since elementary school. I literally grew up with you.” You said, slightly offended, that someone with whom you spent so much time didn’t remember you, but it could also be because she was wasted.

: ̗̀➛ “Oh.. I didn’t recognize you because you looked so different. In a good way. Like, you somehow look hot." What a backhanded compliment! “Uh… Thanks?”, “No prob. You know, if you dressed better and acted normal, you would be pretty good to hang out with.” She said she reached for a brownie. “Could I have one? I’m hella stressed.” You would just nod your head as she took one and bit into it. “Mm, this is really good. You know, you should give the recipe some time. And maybe we could hang out or something.” She mumbled as she finished the brownie. “You should eat one. You look constipated.” She said as she took another one, but this time she moved it in the font of your face, like a parent with their child when feeding them. “Open up.” You did as she asked you to and bit into the brownie.

: ̗̀➛ Being the lightweight you were, you immediately get higher than clouds at even one bite. A few minutes later, you were on Red’s lap as she fed you brownies. “You know, Wendy’s a whore. She acts like I’m just her servant who’ll do anything she wants just because she asks me to. It’s totally unfair.” She would hick in the middle of her sentence before she lifted you off. “You know what we should do? Truth or dare. And since you’re the highest, You go first. Truth or dare?" She asked you. “Dare.” “Good, I dare you to sit on the railings.” She dared you as she drank your beer. “What? I’ll fall.” “No, you won’t. If you want people to stop thinking you’re a pussy, Do it.” She told you. It’s not like you could argue with her. So you just did it.

: ̗̀➛ You used your chair to get onto the railing, and Red took the chair from under you while still helping you balance until you were okay. “Now, let go. Trust me, you'll feel better.” She said this as she backed away from you a bit. “Okay.” You whimpered, as you didn’t exactly want to die. You removed your hands from the railing. And nothing happened. You stayed still, barely moving an inch. “There, see how easy that was. Now, I’ll be back. I’m getting us some more booze.” She said this before she left. You were now relaxing at the edge of a 4-story building. Surprisingly, you didn’t feel scared anymore. You were at peace. For the most part, anyway.

: ̗̀➛ Red was still busy getting drinks while she bumped into a cute guy. “Shit. You look hot.” The guy would say, ‘Hot.’ Was all Red thought as she forgot about the drinks and made out with him? Which led to... other things. As much as it was pretty annoying that she just left like that, you were finally alone with your thoughts. Until you felt your jeans slip on the sliver rod. You were about to fall, but you caught yourself with your hand just in time. You climbed up to the rod again, but this time, your platforms would slip and...

SPLAT!

And just like that, you were gone. Dead, at sixteen.

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yall, i miss when south park was viral on tiktok back in like march last year. times were so good, so many good cosplayers and edits and just tiktok was just good in general. you know what, since i'm already manifesting a glow up, why don't i manifest that too. god, i really hope it blows up again.

it will happen, i manifest that it will. i just hope whatever happens doesn't turn toxic🤞

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what is ttac? aka ‘talk to a character’. ttac is a form of request to talk to a character from dead dove. ‘ttac’ is pronounced as ‘tac’ like ‘tic tac toe’. it is a roleplay in a sort of way. you ask specific characters questions or make up scenarios for them and request them with a ‘#ttac’ at the end of your request or it will be written as a normal ask. please don't send any asks for ttac just yet as i still haven't gotten far into the plotline and there will also be a rule post for ttac. any ttac requests will be deleted. but you are allowed to ask questions about it. it will also help me better understand how i want to make it work. anyways, thank you for reading.

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Word Count: 2.6k

Date Written: 26/02/24

Disclaimer: I do not condone any of the acts that happen in the story in real life. Please do not romanticize any behaviors or actions described in this story in the real world.

Warnings: Death, Minimal gore, Symptoms of panic attack, Mentions of temporary paralysis.

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: ̗̀➛You wake up to your phone ringing. You quickly lifted your body as you realized where you were. Then you saw who was calling. The name that was on display was ‘emoboy’. You quickly pick up the phone and answer. “Hey..” You would say it anxiously. “‘Hey.’ Is that seriously all you have to say after you ditched us at that party?” Michael would say dryly. “Us?” You repeated, “Yes, us. You’re the speaker, and everyone is listening. You know what? We’ll talk at school.” He said this before he hung up the phone. You were about to answer before you realized he hung up. After a few seconds of trying to calm the banging in your head, you looked at the time.

: ̗̀➛It was 09:34AM; you were late again. It was clear your mom wasn’t home, or she would have woken you up. After letting out a sigh, you stood from your bed and put on your slippers before drinking the water left on your bedside. It was still cold. It just came out of the fridge. Which was weird; it couldn’t be your mom because she was on night shift; same for your dad. Maybe you left it for yourself when you came back home from the party. You just shrugged it off before you went to the bathroom, not bothering to make your bed today.

: ̗̀➛You went to the sink and rinsed your face before wiping it with a towel. You then applied sunscreen and eucerin before you brushed your teeth. Then you opened the medicine cabinet to get your pills. You took the isotretinoin, loratadine, fluoxetine, and antihistamine bottles before drinking two of each. You quickly got into the shower, rinsing away any proof that you were outside with the special brand of soap your mom buys you. Your skin, surprisingly, didn’t get a rash from last night. You just shook it off before you left the shower to wipe yourself with a towel.

: ̗̀➛You went to your bedroom again before you picked something out. Since you didn’t really have time to choose, you picked out the outfit set your aunt got you for Christmas. Even though you don’t celebrate it, The outfit itself was alright. A bit too preppy for your liking, though. At least it was black, mostly. The outfit consisted of a white long-sleeved button-up with loose cuffs, a black sleeveless vest button-up, and a black mini-skirt. But your mom made it longer. Now it was to your knees. It also came with black and white boots that you wore with socks.

: ̗̀➛You looked… pretty. Like stereotypically pretty. Weirdly, you actually looked like one of ‘the popular girls’. Not that you wanted to be like them or that you actually listened to what Red said You quickly put your hair into a low ponytail and went downstairs. Quickly, you went to get an energy bar before leaving the house. As you took a bite out of the bar, you felt your stomach ache, as if it were being hit with a baseball bat. Maybe you should have eaten before you swallowed those pills.

: ̗̀➛You just decided to feed it to Lilo. As you walked up to her cage, you eyed her movements, making sure she wasn’t angry. You then realized that she was just asleep. You opened the glass container to leave the energy bar so she could eat it later. As you were about to close the cage, you saw that she had finally woken up as she slithered around with her scaly body. A snake was the only exotic pet your mom would let you get. Well, one that had no poison. A python. Before you left, you locked the door and got your driver to take you to school.

: ̗̀➛You got inside the car and listened to the radio as your chauffeur kept driving. Halfway through your trip, you began to feel lightheaded. Your vision was almost hazy, but you just ignored it since it was probably just a hangover. But as you leaned onto the window, you realized just how much you were sweating; you felt that same feeling about your stomach as before. Before you know it, you’re blacked out as your driver stops the car to try to wake you up. But you don’t, at least not for another twenty minutes. As you lay in the back of your mother’s car, a scene starts to form in your mind.

You used your chair to get onto the railing, and Red took the chair from under you while still helping you balance until you were okay. Red would ask you to let go as she backed away slightly. You just whimpered an ‘Okay.’ as you removed your hands from the railing. You stayed still, barely moving an inch. Red would then leave to get some more beer. You just stayed there, relaxing at the edge of a 4-story building. You didn’t feel scared anymore. You were at peace. For the most part, anyway. You were finally alone with your thoughts. Until you felt your jeans slip on the sliver rod. You were about to fall, but you caught yourself with your hand just in time. You climbed up to the rod again, but this time, your platforms would slip and…

SPLAT!

: ̗̀➛You felt as if you had died all over again. But when you finally came to reality, you were paralyzed; you couldn’t even move your mouth to say that you were okay. All you could do was sit there helplessly as you watched your driver try to wake you; he even brought out an allergy needle, thinking it was an allergy attack. Could you even get those anymore? Probably not; you are dead. Once he stabbed you with the needle, you were able to move again. You thanked him for trying so hard to help, even in your unfocused state.

: ̗̀➛As you were about to stand up, he stopped you. “Please, (Y/N). Your father told me what to do in situations like these. You just need to relax until we get to your school. If you still feel unwell, then you are allowed to go home.” He would say as he patched up where he stabbed the needle before he went back to the front seat to drive again. You just laid there, still trying to process what just happened. You were dead? You were only sixteen.

: ̗̀➛You barely had any friends. And at the first party you go to, you die. Just great. God, you didn’t even have a boyfriend. Or girlfriend. You didn’t even sleep wit- The rant that went on in your head was interrupted by your driver playing the radio station you liked. You just sighed as you went back to thinking. You were still trying to understand how you were still here if you were dead. Are you a ghost? But if you were, how are you still able to touch and feel things? Because you definitely felt that needle, almost popped a blood vessel.

: ̗̀➛You took out your phone to try and look up ‘ghost who can still feel things, but nothing came up. You groaned as you hoped no one knew about this. But then you realized the only way someone could know about this was Your corpse. You remember your body being crushed; all of your insides came out. So, that was definitely a clue that someone died. You just prayed to God that the Testaburgers wouldn’t check on their backyard. You had to find a way to get rid of the body. Or at least hide it till you figure this whole thing out. You doubted whether or not to tell anyone about this before your driver stopped the car. You made it to school safely. Your driver would take your bookbag from the trunk if he saw that you were too unwell to do it by yourself.

: ̗̀➛You were about to shoo him away but then realized he had to walk with you to the nurse’s office to get checked out first. There had to be some form of guardian there, or they wouldn’t believe you. As you walked into the halls, it was almost as if everyone stared at you, whispering on top of whispers about ‘who the new student was’ and ‘if it was (Y/N)', you just pretended to not hear. As soon as he left, they would go back to ignoring you. As you were about to reach the office, you saw Wendy and Red speaking about the cheerleading team.

: ̗̀➛Wendy would notice you staring and scan you before giving the fakest wave you have ever seen. You were stereotypically cute now, and because of that, she knew your popularity would skyrocket, so it was better to claim you as one of her minions now before you got cocky. Unfortunately for her, you didn’t wave back as you kept walking. Wendy’s left eye would twitch slightly before she shook it off and went back to talking with Red again. Once you finally got inside, your driver would tell you to sit on one of the empty beds as he handed you a silk blanket to sit on in case the bed wasn’t clean. You didn’t want to get a rash, so you took it.

: ̗̀➛As you sat on the bed waiting for something to happen, your driver spoke to the nurse and told her that you’ve been having panic attacks, allergy attacks, and how you even started to get temporary paralysis even though you’ve been taking all your pills. “Is she feeling better now?” The nurse would as in a dry manner as she sorted her cabinet. You would just nod as your driver answered for you. “Yes, she is.” “Then there is nothing to worry about. If it happens again on school grounds, we will send her home as soon as possible. Okay? Now, go to class. You’re already late.” She said as she shooed you two away.

: ̗̀➛Your driver would leave the office before waving you goodbye as he walked away to the car and drove back to your house. You then went to meet up with your ‘friends’ before lunch was over. When you went to the stairs that you normally sit on, Firkle just eyed your outfit. “Guess money can’t buy good taste.” The younger boy would say this as he kept smoking. Pete would then take the cigarette out of his hand and crush it. “Just use a vape, dude; you’re like five years old.” He said as he kept smoking his. “I’m eleven.” He scoffs before pulling out his vape and smoking that instead.

: ̗̀➛You love Firkle dearly, but sometimes you just want to strangle him. “Look, little boy. I didn’t have time to pick out something to wear because you guys were buzzing up my phone, so I came here asap.” You said as you sat next to Pete that he would just scoot to the other side of the stairstep. “What’s up with you?” You asked. “Nothing; he's just moody.” Henrietta would state as she just strolled through her MySpace. “Fine, what’s up with the rest of you? You all acted really pissy about last night.” You said as you looked, but no one even batted an eye to your question.

: ̗̀➛You just groaned as you pulled out your phone. You went through BuzzFeed looking for something entertaining. “Why was Wendy waving at you?” Pete asked before he blew his smoke into the air. “I don’t know. I don’t speak to that bitch.” You almost hissed out, “Well, it seemed like you did speak to her best friend.” Henri scoffed as she rolled her eyes slightly. You just sighed, but then realized she might have seen everything else that happened. But then you doubted it. If she knew, she would have locked you in a closet or shit like that.

: ̗̀➛Then, as you were about to speak again, you felt someone pull you to the side. Since everybody was too busy, they didn’t notice you practically getting kidnapped. Once you turned to see who it was, you grimaced. Damien Thorn. All you wondered was how he just appeared out of thin air. Before you could ask, though, he interrupted. “You’re dead.” Damien would say, as it wasn’t really a question. He would just look at his phone; he didn’t even give you a chance to explain. “How’d you find out?” You would whisper, hoping to God that the people right next to you didn’t hear. “Put your earbuds on; you look crazy.” He would say this before suddenly disappearing just as fast as he appeared, leaving you alone with Michael and the rest of the goth kids.

: ̗̀➛You would turn to see if any of the others saw, but you just ended up groaning because they weren’t even paying attention. You then left, taking your bookbag with you. You would walk down the halls to go to the other side of the school. It was the quieter side, where you could just think in peace. There was also a cat there—one that somehow you weren’t allergic to. Hopefully you could find him; maybe he could calm you down a bit. But as you approached the corner, you saw a blue hat that you could recognize anywhere.

: ̗̀➛“Craig, what are you doing?” You asked as you saw him sitting on one of the steps while he petted the cat you were looking for. His eyes would look to the floor, almost distraught, before he looked up at you. “I came to check on the cat.” He said as he placed the cat next to him before he pulled out a can of cat food from his jersey jacket and opened it. “He hasn’t been feeling well," “Why are you here?” He spoke up again while he placed the now-opened can of food in front of the black cat for him to eat.

: ̗̀➛“I was looking for the cat too. I can leav-", “You can stay.” He’d say, with a monotone voice, not even looking in your direction, as he petted the cat while it was eating. You then move to sit next to the cat on the same step as Craig while thinking of some conversation topic because the silence is slowly killing you. Well, as much since you were already dead. “Um, how’s the baseball team?” You asked as you watched the cat eat slowly. “Nothing much. We made it to regionals.” He answered dryly.

: ̗̀➛“How come you came looking for him? The cat, I mean.” He asked before he stopped petting the cat to check the time on his phone. It was 12:27PM. “I come out here to just... Think. Sometimes, I just want a form of comfort. God, that sounded sappy. Sorry.” You apologized. He would just hum in response. “You okay?” You asked as you turned to him. He looked at you back, his eyes softening. Even just a little, he said, “Yeah. Thanks.” Before he stood up. “I should get going. I have a math test. See you.” That was all he said before he left. Just like that.

: ̗̀➛You would just roll your eyes before you petted the cat’s head before you left too. Since it was already almost the end of classes, you just chose to power through the rest of the day. You end up walking home, which took around two hours. Before just plopping down to bed without even changing your clothes, only removing your shoes. You just lay there for the next five seconds before you hear a familiar voice say, “Boo.”

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A/N: First, just wanna say sorry that it was so short. I have just been hella stressed trying to study and finish at least the second chapter so I had to make it a bit shorter. I also wanted to make it clear that the reader is part-Jewish ethnically on her father’s side and her mother is a Christian, but their race or nationality is up to you to decide. The reader’s religion is also the second thing that has a canon idea in mind. The only reason I decided to make her Jewish was for one, it is a plot device and will be further discussed later in the story, and two, I am part-Jewish myself and I feel there isn’t enough Jewish representation in writing, especially in South Park. Anyway, we finally have some Craig content!!!

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