quietcrybaby

♡ Welcome ♡

A bit about me; I love stupid cartoons, videogames, and writing fanfiction.

Some fandoms I like include:

The Legend of Zelda, The Last of Us, Undertale/Deltarune, Detroit Become Human, The Amazing Digital Circus, Stardew Valley, Squid Game, Scream 1, and South Park.

☆ Requests ☆

(DISCLAIMER: Requests are temporarily closed!!)

Since I get writers block easily, I'll only write full oneshots of the fandom I'm currently hyperfixated on, BUT I will post pointform versions or headcanons that get requested in the meantime (I'll make sure to update my current favorite fandom on this post). ALSO, if I don't follow up on a request that I said I'd write, I'm not ignoring you, I'm probably just really busy with college/work :`(

Other than that, feel free to leave a request, as long as it follows the rules further down this post for what I will and will not write :)

Current Fandom: South Park

For South Park, I will write for the main four. Any other characters will be headcanons/pointform only, as I don't know enough about them... UNLESS you send a REALLY detailed request, then maybe...

(My current favorite character, who I'm OBSESSED with right now, is Kenny)

◇ RULES ◇

WHAT I WILL WRITE:

- reader insert

- fluff

- smut

- angst

- comfort

- kink/fetish*

- multiple characters x reader

- stuff for fandoms i'm in

• headcanons

• oneshots

• brief/pointform fics

*if you're unsure, just ask. I won't judge, I'm a freak too lol

WHAT I WILL NOT WRITE:

- ships (character x character)

- depictions of suicide

- noncon

- ageplay

- petplay

- scat

- glorification of abuse

- usage of the word "daddy/mommy"

- necrophilia

- foot fetish

- cheating

- graphic depictions of self-harm

- underage

- emetophilia

- fics involving real people

- stuff for fandoms i'm NOT in

Pretty much everything else is on the table. If you're unsure, don't be afraid to ask :)

I will write most things as best I can, as long as you provide enough details for what you want :)

Examples:

"Hi, can you write [character(s)] x [gender*] reader in [POV] where they [scenario summary/setting]. Please add [fluff/smut/etc] and [tags/other info], but no [what you don't want]. Thanks!"

OR

"Hi, can you write some [character(s)] headcanons about [scenario/topic]. Thanks!"

*if it's smut/nsfw, please add if the reader is afab/amab

Please read the warnings, MDNI.

mom I'm sorry lol

Forking Awesome

Thangyu x AFAB! Reader

Content: smut, threesome, 1st person pov, pre-established relationship

Warnings: MDNI (18+), explicit content, recreational drug usage

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So sorry for the longest wait known to human kind, and thank you so much for your patience! Hopefully this is kinda what you were hoping for!

Quick Disclaimer:

Though I do have AuDHD, my experience with it won't represent everyone who's neurodivergent, as it's a spectrum. For anyone who isn't familiar with neurodivergencies, please do your own research with reputable sources. This is simply a post with headcanons, not a peer-reviewed paper, so please don't use it to self diagnose. That being said, I hope you enjoy reading!

Neurodivergent

Main Four & Butters x Neurodivergent Reader

Content: headcanons, aged-up, fluff

Warnings: none

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Some huge life changes have happened the past 6 months, and I feel bad for leaving the requests for so long, so here's a short explanation of what's been going on.

(TLDR: shit happens, got put on adhd meds as of recently, I'm back now.)

Holy shit its been a journey. Had to quit my job back in late December, and had some really tough months following. In late April, after another family emergency, I had to make the tough decision of moving back in with my parents, which I did in early May. THAT BEING SAID it hasn't all been bad. Got an amazing girlfriend of three and a half months, was rehired at the place I worked in highschool, and... I FINALLY GOT ON ADHD MEDS YIPPEEEEE!!!!

So....

Hate to say it, but I have to (TEMPORARILY) close requests. I recently got a job (yippee), and it's been hard to balance schoolwork, job stuff, and writing all at once. I'll try to write the requests I already have, but it'll probably be a while before they get posted as exam week is coming quick for me. Sorry to disappoint!

I will post headcanon requests still, as those take less time to write, so if you want to request a prompt for that, go ahead, I just won't be posting them as frequently.

DISCLAIMER: I'm not quitting!! I'll come back soon, don't worry, (fandom is engraved in my brain like a parasite lol) so keep an eye out for updates on request status. I might post some more of my unfinished fics on my ao3 from a bunch of fandoms to keep you guys busy, so you can check that out in the meanwhile if you'd like.

On that note...

If you're a writer and like any of my unfinished fics, I'd be more than happy to give you the notes/plans/ideas I had for the fic if you'd like to continue it. If you want to do this, send a message my way, and I can add you as a co-writer for the fic on ao3 (I'm happy to edit/proofread it as well). I also have a bunch I won't be publishing due to not liking how I wrote them, so if you have a specific fandom you wanna write for but need ideas for a plot, I have lots I can give you :)

Also, I didn't have time to edit this properly, so let me know if there's any spelling mistakes.

Healing

Stan & Kyle & Kenny & Reader

Content: angst, hurt with comfort, aged up characters

Warnings: depression, brief mention of alcohol, inferred bad coping mechanisms, mention of near relapse

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You hadn't left your apartment for a week, nor had you answered your phone. Whether text or call, any form of communication with your closest friends had been cut off. In other words, your absence hadn't gone unnoticed.

Stan, Kyle, and Kenny stood infront of your apartment, worry eating away at the trio. Sure, you could've just been sick, but even then you would've at least responded to texts. Lucky for them, Kenny had snagged the spare key to your apartment for times just like this.

When there was no response to Kenny's knocks on the door, he used the spare key to unlock it.

Kyle was the first to gasp when the trio stepped into the darkness of the front room, taking in the disgusting state of your apartment. Cups and plates littered the surrounding surfaces, each containing different levels of rot. Forgotten bills and unfinished paperwork was scattered around, the ink of your pen smudged by stains of tears. If the state of your apartment meant anything, you were not doing well.

Stan bit his lip nervously as he walked past Kyle and Kenny, eyeing the kitchen. The sink was full to the brim with dirty dishes, emitting a nauseating smell. His eyes trailed over to the cupboards, glancing at the notes taped to two in particular. The liquor cabinet; "Don't make it worse", and the utensils, "Please don't".

"Fuck..." Stan cursed your name solemnly, brows scrunching. He knew far too well...

Rotting in your bed, unaware of the visitors in your apartment, music blared through your headphones to drown the destructive thoughts that ran rampant in your mind. With the winter sun's late rises and early sets, your seasonal depression had snuck up, earlier than you'd expected. You hadn't been prepared, and thus, you had to live with the consequences. That said, it didn't feel like you were living. Falling in and out of a dissociative state was driving you insane.

You didn't notice when Kyle, Stan, and Kenny entered your room, drowning in every pillow and blanket you owned. You didn't notice until Kyle turned on the lamp.

Your heart stopped. They couldn't see you like this. No matter how numb you felt, you couldn't let down the people that meant the world to you. You couldn't, but you did.

Kyle spoke your name, his voice wavering with worry. For once in his life, he didn't know what to say. Your room, like the rest of your apartment, was terribly messy. Dirty clothes acted as a rug on the floor, covering every inch of the surface. On top of the smell of unwashed laundry, more food rotted beside your bed, contaminating the last of the plates you owned.

You were the first to speak up, your throat painfully raw, "I'm sorry. I'll... I'll clean up, just- need some space. Sorry".

You felt Kenny's eyes trail over you, as if reading every subtlety you tried to hide. Giving you a saddened smile, a smile that spoke 'I hear you, I see you', he sat down on the edge of your bed and held out his arms. Despite your disheveled appearance, despite everything, he was offering you a hug, a confirmation he cared, he understood. In a low voice he spoke, "It's okay".

Though his words were simple, it broke you, broke through the final cracks holding your mask together. Your body began to shake, reddened eyes tearing up once again. Choking down a cry, you let him pull you close, embracing your exhausted body.

"I'm sorry" You sniffled, feeling his hand rest on the back of your head.

"No need to be sorry" Stan told you, sitting down next to you and Kenny, "Shit happens, it's okay".

Your arms reached around Kenny, gripping onto his jacket with a dependence unmatched. You knew you didn't look or smell pleasant, you hadn't brushed your teeth, you hadn't showered in a week, yet he held you dearly. He held you close, letting you feel what you needed to feel.

"We're here for you, no matter what" Kyle reassured you, rubbing your back with a gentle touch.

"I know" You choked, not letting go of Kenny, "It's just hard to believe you're truly loved when... when the opposite is so engraved in your brain".

Kyle nodded, your name leaving his lips in with a caring tone, "You are loved, more than you know".

You let out a sigh, tears slowing ever so slightly, "I just feel so stupid. There's so many people who have it worse, but here I am crying over.... well...."

"Doesn't make it hurt any less" Stan chimed in, "Doesn't make it any less real".

You swallowed, thoughts swirling down the drain of hell once again. Even if it was real, how you dealt with it wasn't healthy. Anyone could see that, they could see that, yet here they were. Here they were, offering help. Your emotions sped up and down like a rollercoaster, giving you whiplash with every dip.

"I almost relapsed, Stan" Your voice crackled, pushing your face into Kenny's shoulder, "Valid or not, I'm pathetic".

"You're not pathetic" Kyle told you sternly, "You're healing. Healing is messy, it's full of ups and downs, but that doesn't make it pathetic".

Kenny pulled away from you slightly, his eyes gazing into yours. Slowly but surely, he brought his hand up to cup your face, thumb wiping away your tears as he spoke, "It takes a lot to heal from pain and trauma, but you're getting there. We'll be there for you every step of the way, okay?"

"The fact you're aware of it and how it affects you is a huge step," Kyle added, "You're making progress, whether you realize it or not".

Taking a deep breath in and out, you pulled the trio into a group hug, appreciating each of them immensely.

"We're here for you" Stan muttered, him and the other two returning the hug.

Feeling a little better with them by your side, you let your tears fall. You let yourself feel, acknowledge, and forgive. You let yourself push through.

A/N:

Unfortunately, it is written in first person, but I'll probably either update it or repost it in 3rd at some point.

As long as the content isn't one that's on my "won't write" list, then request away 👍👍

Speaking of undertale fics, I have so many (unfinished) sans fics and undertale fics in general sitting in my drafts that I might post on ao3 this week. I just have to read over/edit them first. I've been part of the fandom since early 2016 so it's almost 10 years of drafts 🥲

I wasn't sure what kind of insecure you meant, so I hope this was okay. Let me know if you meant it differently, and I'll write another :)

Girl in the Mirror

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Kenny x Insecure!Fem!Reader

Content: fluff, angst with comfort, pre-established relationship, aged-up

Warnings: general body-image issues

You and Kenny had been dating for a couple months after he initially asked you out, but you still couldn't rid yourself of the insecurities you held towards the relationship. Countless nights you'd spent restless, stressing over tiny things. Tiny things that spiraled out of control. It hurt, and you knew it wasn't Kenny's fault, far from it, in fact. The man constantly gave you compliments, reassured you when he noticed, and yet the insecurity remained.

Looking into the mirror as you got ready for the date Kenny had planned, you cringed at the reflection staring back at you. Unlike the posters you saw in Kenny's room growing up, you weren't a picture-perfect model. In your eyes, you weren't beautiful. You just couldn't see it.

Your hand reached up to wipe off the smudge in your makeup, dragging it across your skin. The action had only worsened the smudge, but with the few minutes before Kenny arrived, you had to roll with it. Your face scrunged in displeasure.

Disgusting.

Washing the mark off your fingers, you took one last reluctant glance into the mirror. You felt like the scum of the earth; Kenny deserved better. He deserved the gorgeous women from those posters, bodies thin, yet filled out in all the right places. Skin clear and smooth, he deserved it.

Every tiny imperfection was screaming at you from the mirror, hammering back into your head like a migrane. It hurt. Everything hurt. You didn't want to hurt Kenny, he deserved better.

Your eyes trailed down to the outfit resting on your body, glaring at the fabric with a hatred unmatched. Your chest, your hips, your waist, your stomach, was any of it good enough? Were you good enough?

Fuck. You couldn't go out like this.

You could barely see through the tears of frustration forming in your eyes. Pulling the clothes from your skin, you desperately pulled at the fabric as if it was burning through your flesh. You need to change your outfit. You needed to change before...

Kenny's voice tore through your thoughts, the sound of your name shattering whatever composure you had left.

Tears flowed freely down your cheeks, taking with it any makeup it touched. You looked and felt like a mess. He couldn't see you like this. He'd leave, break up, never talk to you again. He would hate you.

He...

He didn't hesitate to pull you in, flush against his chest in a hug.

"It's okay, let it out" Kenny mumbled into your hair, hand rubbing circles on your back. He didn't know why you were crying, but he knew he would be there for you no matter what it was.

"I'm sorry" Your voice cracked through a cry, muffled slightly by the man holding you close.

"For what, baby?" He muttered, keeping his arms wrapped around your form.

You swallowed, debating how to go about the topic. You hadn't truly opened up to Kenny about it, not yet, so you weren't sure how he'd take it.

Taking in a shakey breath, your voice wavered, "You deserve better, I'm... I'm a mess".

Kenny pulled away slightly, leaving your heart broken for a mere moment before he rested a hand under your chin. His eyes caught yours in a look described no other way than love, admiration, adoration. You choked back a sob as his thumb caught a tear, wiping the liquid from your skin.

"You..." He mumbled, voice low when he spoke your name, "You are so much more than I could ever deserve. You're so beautiful, so fucking pretty, but I know it's hard to see something like that in yourself sometimes".

You swallowed hard, unable to meet his gaze. The only words you could utter in that moment left your throat in a whisper, "I'm not".

"You are. Smiling or crying, makeup or not, you're perfect. You mean the world to me. I know it's cheesy, but you are the world to me, you're my world," He reassured you with a soft smile, "Mine" He repeated, leaning in to capture your swollen lips in a loving kiss.

Tears flooded down, coating your kiss with slight salty taste. It was disgusting, but you felt a little better. He made you feel better. He was there for you, he saw you, and he stayed. He chose and will choose you every time.

"You gonna be okay, pretty girl?" Kenny asked, pulling away ever so slightly.

You nodded slowly, feeling him kiss away your tears. His touch was soft, so gentle. He truly cared about you, as did you to him.

Turning to meet his eyes with yours once again, your name spilled from his lips in a raw tone, "I love you. I love you more than anything".

Finally feeling a smile tug at your lips, you returned his words with a kiss, "I love you too".

I'm working on a few that should be out pretty soon, but the longer oneshots will take a bit to do. I'm not ignoring them, I just have a lot to do :)

Thanks for all the requests and stuff! I'm gonna start cross-posting them on A03 (my account is quiet_crybaby), so look out for those in the near future. On that note, I do have a couple older (*cough* cringy *cough*) fics on there from other fandoms, so feel free to check those out as well.

Let me know if you want me to post my longer/unfinished fics on there, as I have LOTS (like actual years of writing is sitting in my drafts cause I never finish them lol).

Like how many characters you'll write for one hc request

Just curious so I know before I request anything :)

Hopefully this turned out okay, as I've only ridden horses a handful of times as a kid. Either way, enjoy :)

Horseback

Main Four & Butters x Reader who likes Horses

Content: headcanons, aged-up, fluff

Warnings: none

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Stan

• skeptical at first

• was lowkey afraid of horses as a kid

• learns to like it

• buys you horse-related stuff

• likes to play guitar for you while you groom your horse

• was once again skeptical when you mentioned rodeos

• went with you anyways

• actually really enjoyed it

• bought the two of you cheesy matching cowboy hats and boots

• wants to ask you for riding lessons but is too nervous

• ends up paying for lessons

• you don't find out until he comes home with a broken arm (he fell off)

• you teach him from then on

Kyle

• less skeptical than stan but worried you would get hurt

• always makes sure you're following any and all rules of safety

• took you to a rodeo for a date

• when you tell him you wanna join in he's terrified for your safety

• fully supports you nonetheless

• cheers you on if you go through with it

• tells his family about it

• learns alot about horses so he can properly help you

Cartman

• teased the shit outta you at first

• got into it after a while

• like really into it

• took you to a rodeo and bragged to EVERYONE that you're the best

• roped you into it before you told him you wanted to join

• buys ALL of the food

• don't expect him to share though

• attempted to teach himself to ride once

• emphasis on attempted

• refused to talk about anything horse-related for a month after that

• fantasizes about owning a ranch with you

Kenny

• absolutely adores your love for horses

• probably went to a few rodeos as a kid

• wants to learn how to make a saddle for your horse from scratch

• if he learns how, it'll have his and your initials on it somewhere

• helps you feed and groom the horse

• super supportive when you told him you wanted to actually join the local rodeo

• lets you teach him how to ride

• wants his own horse so you can ride together for a date

• if he gets his own horse he'll name it after your favorite food (even if it sounds silly)

• loves taking pictures of you on your horse

Butters

• loves loves loves horses

• watched my little pony and that one horse movie spirit when he was a kid

• knows how to ride and enjoys riding with you

• absolutely adores your horse

• helps you take care of it

• supports you no matter what

• really enjoys rodeos

• buys you the food

• joins with you if you join the rodeo

• eventually gets his own horse

• names it something cute

• saving up for some farm land for you two

Yesss, of course! I'm literally obsessed with the show right now.

General Headcanons

South Park Main Four

Content: aged-up, headcanons, point form

Warnings: mentions of alcohol/weed

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Stan

• definitely bleached his hair in highschool

• got a piercing at some point but took it out

• listens to tv girl

• tried on the lorde costume once

• burned it after

• takes antidepressants

• has a type (strongly opinionated people... *cough* Wendy and Kyle *cough*)

• smokes cigs

• probably went through an e-boy phase in 2020

• gets sick on rollarcoasters

• is a clingy drunk

• called Wendy 'Kyle' once

• he never heard the end of it from her

• used to secretly write music

• took guitar lessons at some point

Kyle

• psychology major

• still has his hat even after growing out of it

• keyboard warrior lowkey

• had a year where he leaned into his jersey side

• is a tutor

• secretly a god at just dance

• kissed stan at a party once

• maybe more than once

• ate a worm as a kid

• dyed his hair black once

• never did it again cause he got called emo

• definitely a lightweight

• is an anxious drunk

• has his cousin Kyle blocked on all of his social media

• once spent three hours arguing with someone on Twitter (it was his dad's secret account)

Cartman

• cries over spilled milk

• made his mom buy him that unicorn drink from starbucks in 2017

• chipped a tooth on a fidget spinner

• has a really stupid tattoo

• like stupid in a cringe way

• has a mukbang channel

• either a toxic male podcaster/streamer or a politician

• either that or a redditor

• maybe all three

• still lives with his mom (he's too attatched to leave, but will never admit it)

• had a pet rock

• once ate a whole stick of butter raw and washed it down with mountain dew

• they had to buy a new toilet 😔💔

• takes him quite a few shots to get drunk

• really good at cooking

• still has a diary

KENNY

• has a lip piercing (he did it himself)

• still plays card games

• tried to quit smoking with vapes but accidentally got addicted to them instead

• works more than one job to take care of his sister

• plays princesses (as princess kenny) with karen

• likes puzzle games like zelda

• domesticated a racoon at one point

• very empathetic

• that said, he says some unhinged shit sometimes

• probably neurodivergent but undiagnosed

• still goes out as mysterion (with an updated costume)

• occasionally smokes weed

• gets quiet when high, flirty when drunk, and goofy when crossed

• decent at cooking but really good at baking

• knows how to sew

• has some struggles with depression

• uses grocery carts like scooters when shopping

• steals one of the guys' costco cards for samples and ice cream with Karen at least once a month

• cannot express this enough, he's such a good brother to Karen

Yess. I wasn't sure what sort of stuff you wanted, so it's a little short, but I hope you enjoy :)

Red Wine

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Liane Cartman x F!Reader

content: lots of flirting, kissing, etc.

warnings: light drinking (a glass of wine)

"Are you sure you don't mind? We can reschedule for next week" Laura Tucker, a long-time friend, asked you as she and her husband grabbed their coats.

"It's just a couple hours," You warmly reassured the woman, "I dont mind, really. Go, enjoy your date night".

The woman returned your smile with an unspoken thanks, before leaving the house with her husband close behind.

Although a guest at the Tucker's house, merely visiting Laura for the week, you had grown quite close to the family over the years. Craig was like a nephew to you, despite no blood relation, so when the boy had mentioned he didn't have a ride to the 'end of the school year' party his friend was throwing, you couldn't say no.

"Ready to go, bud?" You called up to Craig, who had been playing with his guinea pig, Stripe, in his room.

"Yeah, I'll text Tweek" The boy called back, putting the pet back in its cage with a loving pat.

"Oooooh~" You teased with a snicker, "Are you back together?"

Craig groaned, walking down the stairs with his middle finger raised. Not getting any spoken response, you ruffled his hair through his hat, and put on a coat.

Soon after picking up Tweek, the three of you arrived at the house hosting the party. Surprisingly, the entire house was meticulously decorated for the occasion. If you hadn't known the party was celebrating the end of another school year, you might've assumed it was for a life-changing event. The decorations were very well done.

"Have fun, you two. What time should I-" Just as you turned around to give the boys a smile, the back doors of the car slammed shut, leaving you alone in the car.

"Of course..." You muttered, unbuckling your seatbelt in attempt to catch the boys before they disappeared inside. With no hope of getting ahold of Craig once he was enjoying the party, you needed to establish a set time for picking him up. Of course, when you got out of the car, the two boys were nowhere in sight. With a sigh of defeat, you walked to the front door of the green house, knocking once.

"Good evening, m'lady" A blonde boy, dressed in a black suit and tie, answered the door, "Butler Butters at your service!".

Giving 'Butler Butters' a small smile of appreciation, you spoke, "Do you know what time the party ends?"

"Oh, w-well I don't know..." He muttered, tapping his fingers together as he thought for a moment, "Ms Cartman would know!"

Butters stepped aside, holding an arm up to direct you inside. Reluctantly, you stepped into the strangers house and followed the boy through the well-decorated livingroom.

The voices of the kids laughing echoed from the basement, accompanying the sound of the music that flowed from a nearby speaker. Whoever had set the party up, presumably Ms Cartman, had outdone themselves.

"Right this way, ma'am" Butters told you, continuing through the house to the kitchen. Stopping at the entryway to the kitchen, he pointed to a stunning woman, who had just taken a batch of cookies out of the oven.

"Ms Cartman, this lady would like to ask something" Butters announced, gaining the woman's attention. Nervous butterflies flourished in your stomach as Ms Cartman turned around. She was absolutely gorgeous. Her brown hair was pulled back neatly into a low bun, the color complimenting her teal blouse, which hugged her body in all the right places.

"Oh, hello" The woman smiled sweetly as Butters returned to his post, "Are you here for the party?"

You nodded, letting the woman's soft voice capture your attention in its entirety.

"Wonderful," She replied, placing the cookies on the counter to cool, "Please sit, would you like a drink?"

"That's alright, I don't want to be a bother" You shook your head politely, "I was just wondering what time I should pick up the boys".

Ms Cartman let out a soft chuckle, grabbing two wine glasses despite my opposition, "No no, you aren't a bother, dear. Please, I insist. It'd be a shame if you wasted such a cute outfit on a simple drop off".

A heat crawled up your neck at the sudden compliment as the woman poured some wine into each of the glasses. With no other plans for the night, you sat down at the kitchen table to accept Ms Cartman's offer.

"Thanks" You told the woman when she handed you a glass, following up with your name to properly introduce yourself.

"I'm Liane, it's lovely to meet you" She returned, taking a seat across from me, "I'm sure your boys will have fun, my little Eric stayed up all night sending invites, he was so excited".

Almost choking on the wine in the process, you stifled back a laugh at her words, "Oh, they aren't mine, I'm a family friend. Laura and Thomas are on a date tonight, and since I'm visiting, I offered to drive them"

"Oh, of course. I believe my Eric mentioned his friend had a visitor this week" Liane nodded, her painted lips leaving a red mark on the wine glass.

"I didn't expect Craig to mention me, he usually keeps to himself" You spoke, feeling the woman's soft gaze. Something about the way she smiled left a warm feeling in your chest.

Liane chuckled, tracing the rim of the glass with her finger, "I do believe it was something personal he spoke of. Boys these days don't know how to keep a secret".

Your brow quirked, both intrigued and a little worried as to what the boy had spilled into the town's gossip.

Liane was quick to notice your facial expression, returning it with some reassurance, "Don't worry, we all have secrets".

You watched as the woman collected a stray drop of red wine from the side of her glass with a finger, placing it to her plush lips. Sucking the droplet off her skin, she kept her eyes locked with yours, not saying a single word.

"What did um... what secret did he-..." Your voice trailed off, thoroughly flustered by the woman's display.

"I believe he mentioned you've been looking for a lover for quite some time" Liane answered, placing her hand back onto the wine glass. A shiver fell down your spine when you felt her foot make contact with your clothed ankle, rubbing slowly, up and down. You couldn't help but feel nervous at the warmth that flourished from the touch.

"Oh, really?" You mused, taking a sip of the wine you had been given.

She hummed pleasantly with a nod, "It's so lonely here in South Park, ____" The way your name rolled off her tongue felt so natural, so right. She was drawing you in like a moth to flame, warm, inviting, enticing.

As Liane finished her glass of wine, you decided to test the waters, nudging your leg into the contact under the table, "I guess you understand then".

"Of course," She smiled once again, placing her empty glass down gently, "It's so wonderful to meet a new face in South Park, especially one so stunning".

You hid your flustered expression behind the glass, finishing its contents readily. Placing your empty glass back down, mirrored to Liane's, the woman's eyes trailed down to your lips, and flicked to your clothed chest.

"Oh dear" She mumbled, getting up from her chair, "A little got on your shirt".

Looking down, you noticed a tiny red dot on the fabric, just as she had said.

"I believe I have stain remover upstairs" Liane told you, gesturing for you to follow.

Heart beating a mile a minute, you got up from the table, and followed Ms Cartman upstairs. Trailing behind her, you soon entered the small bathroom, watching Liane grab a small bottle from the cabinet.

"Thanks" You mustered as she poured a small amount of liquid onto a clean cloth.

Liane stepped closer, cloth in hand, her breath warm against your face. You watched as she brought the cloth to your chest, dabbing the fabric against your own. A new wave of warmth spread across your lower half when her touch ghosted your breast, the sensation tingling through the nerves.

Stain long gone, Liane placed the cloth onto the counter, trailing her eyes from your chest to your lips. Voice quiet, she spoke again, placing a thumb to your bottom lip, "Oh dear, I missed some. Let me get that for you".

Her eyes locked onto yours, silently asking for permission as she leaned in slowly. With your nod of confirmation, she closed the gap between you.

Her lips were warm against yours, softened by her red lipstick. You felt her soft fingers against your chin, pulling you in to deepen the kiss. Whether there had been wine there or not, she suckled your bottom lip, swiping her tongue across the plush flesh.

Your hand raised, connecting with the fabric of her blouse, sliding up her side as you parted your lips slightly. Liane was quick to take the opportunity, hungrily slipping her tongue through. Your mind fogged, filled only with thoughts of her.

"MOM! GODDAMMIT MOM, WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU!? MOOOOOM!" A whiney voice screamed from downstairs, bringing the pair back to reality. Liane was the first to pull away, keeping her eyes on you as a pair of footsteps stomped closer and closer.

"Coming sweetie!" Liane called out, her thumb swiping across your lips. Giving you one last peck, she brushed down her blouse, "I'd love some company after the party" She smiled, eyes on yours.

"Of course" You returned the smile, letting her leave to deal with her son. You'd be more than happy to accompany her later on.