Where Every Scroll is a New Adventure
Hey guys
Uh
Idk how to explain this but like i’ve felt kinda crappy recently with gender dysphoria and family stuff
So like
Someone gimme creek (sp ship) fic recommendations cuz I need a distraction :C
I keep thinking about that shitty Kennan fanfic I wrote in 2022-2023 I still have it and I remember for Elsa we can write anything online and I took my own shitty Kennan fanfic and reworded it to sound more proper and submitted it and got a 87 and sometimes late at night I think about it and I shiver since I’m not a writer and I don’t care for South Park as strong but yaoi wins I guess
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--Just do the damn dishes, Kyle!!--
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|Lee - Kyle -- Ler - Gerald|
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FT - Sheila
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"So what, you just sit around all day?" Gerald asked Kyle, sitting on the edge of the bed
"Yeah, pretty much, unless Stan comes over." Kyle replied, focusing on his game
Gerald sighed and looked at Kyle "...How is that comfortable? You're gonna have your head cracked open if you fall."
Kyle was lying on his bed, upside down on the bed, his head not even close to the floor.
"Calm down, dad." Kyle rolled his eyes being going back to the game
"Y'know Kyle, back in my times, me and your mother would do the dishes in the free time. And it's clear you're behind on your chores." Gerald put his hands on his hips
"Oh... that's all you want from me?" Kyle asked as Gerald nodded. Kyle snorted
"Heh. Nice try, oldie. I'm not leaving this spot."
"Oh you little--" Gerald shot his hands over and scribbled all over Kyle's belly
Kyle squealed and dropped his controller before giggling "Ehehehe! Dahahad-- cuhuhut it ohohout!"
"Remember Kyle, I'm your father. Listening is common sense." Gerald teased lightly
"Noho-- this is so gahahahay! *snort*" Kyle covered his face in embarrassment
"Huh, you still snort after all these years?"
"Shuhuhut uhuhup!" Kyle squealed
"Y'know, all I ask is for you to do the God damn dishes, child!" Gerald moved a hand over, moving his finger up and down Kyle's soles
"EEP-! D-DahahaHAHAHAHAD!! *snort*" Kyle couldn't do much since he was upside-down
"This dad ain't gonna stop until he hears a "Yes father, I'll do the dishes"!"
"IHIHIHIT TIHIHIhihihickles!- EEEEHEHEHEHE!!"
"That's the point, mister." Gerald chuckled lightly before squeezing both of Kyle's sides
"FUHUHUCK-! *snort* DAHAHAHAD!!" Kyle put his hands on his dad's wrists
"Christ, Gerald. What is--" Sheila came in before giggling. "Ah."
"MOHOHOHOHOM HEHEHEHELP-!" Kyle begged, tears pricking into the corners of his eyes
"Will you do the dishes?" Gerald grinned
"YES-! YEHEHEHES!" Kyle agreed, nodding frantically
Gerald then stopped, letting Kyle just slide onto the floor smoothly while panting
Sheila just laughed. "Come on. There's a pile of dishes waiting, Bubby!" Sheila walked away, Gerald standing up and following
Kyle just sighed and huffed before getting up and dusting himself off. He grumbled all the way downstairs.
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(Sorry I haven't been doing requests... I've been busy. But have this little fic to keep you satisfied<3)
I updated my spstyle, come check it out and I hope you enjoy! <3
I'm starting to make a style fic, I'll be posting a new chapter soon but this chapter just introduces Stan's confusing feelings for his SUPER BEST FRIEND???