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“It’s more like an observation,” Bebe said, leaning in the kitchen doorframe, arms crossed. A grin tugged at her painted lips. Because when faced with a sleepy Nichole? Who could hold back a smile?

“I have like, this weird urge to wrap you up in the warmest blanket I own and put you to bed.” Green eyes gleamed as Bebe straightened and walked toward her.

“But, sadly, today we have practice.” Cheerleading practice, that is. She leaned forward, smile morphing into a smirk. Bebe never went easy on her girls. 

“Prepare for your ass to be grass, Daniels.” The tip of Bebe’s finger lifted and booped Nichole on the nose.

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—who’s more dominant: I think they’re almost equally ranked on this, though since Kenny has much more patience than Bebe does, I believe he would be more passive about things than she would. Unless he’s sees something as unfair/unjust, he could be pretty assertive and confrontational so in a sense pretty dominant. But openly Bebe would be the more dominant of the two.

—who’s the cuddler: They’re both affectionate but I think Kenny would be more of the clinger here. He primarily uses affection to show his love. When it comes down to it though, he’s more physical than he is verbal. Bebe likes being showered with attention and affection from what I know, so i think this works out well for the both of them.

—who’s the big spoon/little spoon: Haha, honestly when these two come together their actions/choices are usually different from traditional standards. I’m pretty sure even though Kenny’s like SIX inches taller than Bebe, she would probably big spoon him. Often. He also lowkey prefers being held.

—what’s their favorite non-sexual activity: I think they would enjoy simple activities that would allow them to communicate without feeling claustrophobic. Something like, exploring areas they’ve never been before; slow walks in natural environments; the cliche car on hilltop- listening to music. They would probably take a lot of pictures together or of each other making stupid faces or just plainly goofing off. I’m sure they occasionally do movie marathons in their spare time. I also think they would enjoy a fair share of aggressive activities, as they’re each competitive in their own right. It could be anything from a Karaoke Duet to Laser Tagging, Ice Skating to out doing each other in Carnival games. Basically two extremes, really chill or no chill.

—who uses all the hot water: Kenny’s used to his water heater malfunctioning. He’s showered in cold water hundreds of times, I don’t think it would faze him much anymore. So. Bebe, no doubt about it.

—Most trivial thing they fight over: If it’s a domestic issue?? Taxes..?? I’m not sure tbh?? Maybe, messiness?? Kenny has a habit of never putting things back in their rightful places. That might start an argument?? IDK???

On the other hand, if it’s a relationship issue, I believe it would be absence and or lack of trust from either party. There’s something about loving someone tremendously and then having them leave you with nothing but a letter; never seeing them for another fifteen years -COUGH- that could potentially fuck with someone’s psyche y’know?? ALTHOUGH, when someone you love is in constant danger, and frequently disappears for days to weeks, without any explanation that’s also pretty fucking shady LOL. The reasons are valid at least..!!

—who does most of the cleaning: Aha, I think we’ve discussed this HC before, huehue. They’re pretty equal here. They sometimes team up and purge the entire fucking house together. 

—what has a season pass on their dvr/Who controls the netflix queue: LMAO, “DVR.” MY MUSE IS TRIGGERED. Anyway, I think Bebe controls the Netflix queue ( or y’know.. Cordelia probably hogs up the whole fUckin account ) since Kenny doesn’t really care. He just wants to spend time with her when he can. Possibly cuddle, possibly bang, possibly O.D on leftovers. -Unless they promised to binge a specific show together. THEN “BRING THE POPCORN AND SCOOT OVER BITCH, LET’S FUCKIN’ DO THIS.”

—who calls up the super/landlord when the heat’s not working: Hmm.. I not sure. I have a feeling that Bebe couldn’t be fucking bothered to talk to the landlord. Honestly, she probably hates them haha. Either she’s best friends with the landlord or YEET. In short, it would  T R I G G E R  Kenny, but I think he would do it.

—who leaves their stuff around: Hahahahahaha. Kenny. Maybe even Bebe?? I still think Ken would win this round by a LOT. Back home, his room would stay messy for months, until sooner or later he had a SUDDEN urge to clean it all up. He was really good with laundry though!! At least.. after he ran out of it. Washing everyone’s laundry was actually one of his many  chores. Unless their washer broke down, which it would.. constantly. If this occurred the whole family would just collect their piles of laundry, and take it to the public Laundromat together. He’s just used to being messy- and then… tidy.

—who remembers to buy the milk: Probably Bebe. Kenny never… really.. got to buy groceries.. so.. In all seriousness, groceries weren’t a part of his chores, so he never made it a habit to apply this rule to his regimen. No matter who he lives with. He’s just used to missing a meal, so he doesn’t worry about it.

—who remembers anniversaries:  Both!! Even though Bebe sometimes acts like a t’sundere, she totally loves romance. And luckily, Kenny is the type to pay attention to things that matter to his S/O’s. I think they’re both romantic’s and know how to woo each other well. So all that’s left is WHO SAYS “happy anniversary!!” FIRST.

—who cooks normally: Well, Kenny passed Home Ec with flying colors, and he’s actually a decent cook so. I suppose Ken would?? I can remember if Bebe was bad at cooking or not, but i think she tries anyway. Which Kenny finds extremely adorable, whether she fails or not.

—how often do they fight: I honestly don’t think they fight unless the problem is UNAVOIDABLE. I think they both kind of don’t mention anything until it get’s really bad. Like “well shit. you almost died, i think this might be a sign…”

—what do they do when they’re away from each other: I think they’re either working or indulging in their favorite hobbies. There’s also that whole concept called a social life, friends and shit. Crazy, I know!! It’s so weird how their entire existence doesn’t revolve around each other and that they haven’t surgically SEWN THEMSELVES TOGETHER. They’re such a strange & quirky couple!!!!

—nicknames for each other: UM. -SWEATS- HA, HAHAHAHAHa. HAHAHAHAHA. ( inside jokes are gr8 )

—who is more likely to pay for dinner: Kenny would try to pull that chivalry shit, because my boi is a gentleman, but if Bebe wants to be an independent  woman who doesn’t need some hobo’s money, then Ken won’t fight it. He likes being pampered anyway.

—who steals the covers at night: Kenny is a pretty calm sleeper. He doesn’t move much, and he doesn’t really snore either. He does get hot easily, and he sometimes has recurring nightmares, he’s also a light sleeper but that’s about it. I think bebe wins this round. Ken wouldn’t mind this though, he would probably pull her in and big spoon her cocoon fortress.  

—what would they get each other for gifts: Ummmmmmmmm. I think Bebe would notice how he’s constantly tense and probably book a spa day for him. He’s never been to a spa, so I can imagine him being very uncomfortable at first but then ADORING it afterward. Kenny on the other hand would put on a costume from a her favorite movie character and make up their home to look like her favorite scene and play out her fantasies, no questions asked. “oh, you like drama bebe?? i’ll give fucking give you drama.” ( the movie could be about WW3 and HE STILL WOULDn’T GIVE A FUCk. “this is a little weird but sure babe i’ll cosplay hitler.” )

 —who kissed who first: According to our HC’s… We never decided.. Though, my gut is telling me that the first kiss was mutual. Mostly cause’ YOU KNOW HOW MY BOi FEELS ABOUT CONSENT. Unless they were shitfaced. Then my gut is probably wrong HAHA. Yeeeah, I’m gonna hit you up after this..

—who made the first move: Honestly Ken is a naturally flirtatious person, I think he probably made a move waaay into the friendship stage, but since it’s usually his default, Bebe probably didn’t even notice it. HAHAHA RIP.

—who remembers things: NO ONE. IT’S CANON AND MY MUSE IS FUCKING  T R I G G E R E D. Nah but, I think Bebe is probably that chick that has a really aesthetic planner with color coordination and everything, that she never really bothers to fill out and she just owns it and leaves it on her desk to feel proficient LOL. I’m just gonna give this one to the both of them. I think they can both be responsible when it’s needed. But of course, everyone has their mishaps.

—who started the relationship: I wanna say BEBE SO BAD. Things would be so much more IRONIC and hilarious.

—who cusses more: Probably Kenny, he’s got a SAILORS mouth yo. He’s not embarrassingly bad.. He knows when and where it’s the right time to say stupid shit. Usually..

—what would they do if the other one was hurt: Drop EVERYTHING. It doesn’t matter what they’re doing. I think they would be at each other’s side as soon as possible. They would heal each other, mentally and physically. Whether they’re in a romantic relationship or not. I believe that they care about each other immensely  

—who is the dirty talker: As I’ve said before Kenny’s more physical than verbal. He is a sexual person, but he’s MUCH more LUSTFUL if he loves/cares for the person. I think Bebe would probably take the cake here. Whether or not she does indulge in dirty talk. He really only does it upon request. ALTHOUGH…. If you get him drunk, there are no limits, he’ll say things that would drop Bebe from 1st to 10th place.

—a head canon: They text each other sweet, positive and fluffy messages when they’re away from each other. Just in case the other is having a really bad day.

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JANUARY 26TH, 2017:  ONE YEAR ANNIVERSARY!

Yooooo, whaddup dudes. No!! Don’t confuse this with a follower giveaway, it’s an ANNIVERSARY GIVEAWAY!! I made this blog and..abandoned it; exactly one year ago on Friday, January the 26th, 2017. I haven’t gotten much IC interaction going on yet, but I really wanted to do something nice for the SOUTH PARK INDIE community before I start. And of course in celebration for a year of nothing!! Anyway, if you’d like to take part in this giveaway and know what the prizes are, you’re welcome to check out the details below!!

☠    RULES OF THE GIVEAWAY   ☠

The giveaway ends in two weeks on FEBRUARY 11TH, 2018 at 8:30 PM, CENTRAL TIME.

—You must be a follower!! 

—You have to like or reblog this post!!

—Reblogging is highly appreciated as this spreads the word out to other SP indie’s. ( i do not encourage spamming your followers though!! )

—You must be a roleplay blog.

—Your blog must be affiliated with SOUTH PARK in some way. It could be a VERSE/AU on your blog, or it could be the entire premise of your blog. Multi-muse blogs can also count!! 

—Upon winning, you must be willing to pass me your contact info via SKYPE or DISCORD.

☠    THE GIVEAWAY PRIZES  ☠

There are FIVE winning slots, each slot varies in prizes and quality!! To keep things fair; the winners of the giveaway will be by chosen by a randomization generator.

—1ST PRIZE WINNER: Theme makeover. Mobile makeover. Promotional banner. 130+ fan art/chosen anime and or manga FC icons. 100+ IRL FC icons.

—2ND PRIZE WINNER: Mobile makeover. Promotional banner. 125+ fan art/chosen anime and or manga FC icons. 100+ IRL FC icons.

—3RD PRIZE WINNER: Mobile makeover. 110+ fan art/chosen anime and or manga FC icons. 90+ IRL FC icons.

—4TH PRIZE WINNER: Mobile makeover. 90+ fan art/chosen anime and or manga FC icons. 80+ IRL FC icons.

—5TH PRIZE WINNER: 75+ fan art/chosen anime and or manga FC icons. 60+ IRL FC icons.

☠    TO BE ACKNOWLEDGED  ☠

Some things I believe you should think about before entering. And extra information about the prizes.

—If there’s a lack of fan art for your character: the amount of fan art icons might be compromised with the anime/manga fc.  

—Depending on who you play: anime icons will possibly have to be split even/unevenly with fan art icons to reach prize amount.

—If you lack an anime/manga FC?? No worries, I will find one for you.

—The IRL FC icons could be gif icons if requested. IRL icons are also optional to the roleplayer.

—I would like to hand out unique icons to the prize winners but to do so you must be willing to show me your previously made rp icons to avoid doubles.

—If any winner has a specific PSD/icon border for your perviously made icons, I am willing to customize them onto the icons upon pming me the PSD/borders.

—This is a fairly LARGE giveaway, I will be making over 600+ icons 10+ editorial photos, and an entire theme. This will be a fairly difficult task on my part and it will take A LOT of TIME to accomplish. All I ask for, is patience.

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Third lap. First place. Right where she belonged. Bebe smirked as she drifted into another turn on the Mario Kart track, her whole body in real life tilting in the same direction as Toadette. She was so close to victory...!

“How does the shit you’re eating taste like?” Bebe’s shoulder touched the side of Kenny’s arm. Smug, she leaned even further into it, happy to taunt him.

But her green eyes remained firmly glued to the television. Smack talking aside, there was no way she’d let herself get distracted. Hell, Bebe didn’t even dare take a peek at Kenny’s half of the screen. Just stay focused on the the finish line… Which happened to be rolling up at high speed. Bebe’s smirk widened into a grin, and in her mind, she was a winner already.

“Hah! That’s right, bitch, I’m the motherfucking que--” And before she could even finish her sentence, a blue shell came bombing out of the sky. Bebe’s jaw went slack as she blinked in horror. The explosion across the screen might as well have been her pride bursting into pieces. Only inches away from the black and white line, and there Toadette was, spinning in circles.

Princess Peach came dashing past moments later.

Second place.

Bebe stared, frozen. Even after her wipeout animation ended, she dared not move.

Third place. Fourth place. Fifth.

One by one the NPC drivers passed Toadette until she (and Bebe) were sitting in dead last.

“…”

Silence.

“Nooo!”

Rest in Peaches, Bebe.  

“You cheated! You fucking cheated!” She hopped onto her feet, blood rushing to her cheeks, red and hot. How could this happen?! She had it! She had it right there, it was right in front of her! Ugh. This was so humiliating.

Groaning loudly, Bebe flopped back down onto the couch, a pout firmly situated on her face.

“Rematch. Right here. Right now.” She didn’t care if it took all day for her to beat him.

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Stephanie busted out laughing, completely fooled by the cute act Bebe had put on that suggested a much different answer.

Snorting a few laughs into the back of her hand, she sighed. 

“I don’t think souls are an option in this game… so I am doomed with this girl. Guess we better restart and go with the guy, at least he just wants between our legs.”

A wide grin spread across Bebe’s face as she watched Stephanie burst out laughing. Her own giggles bubbled up like soda pop, and soon the mood around them was just as fizzy and sweet as cherry cola. 

“You sure you just haven’t been hanging out with the wrong guys? They can’t all be bad.” Bebe leaned over and nudged the other girl with her shoulder. “At least the fictional ones literally written to indulge people should be cool.”

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Lips parted in a loud sigh.

“Oh, Stephanie. Don’t you know? You can give a girl all the presents in the world, but in the end, she only really wants one thing.” 

Bebe placed a hand over her chest and patted the area right above her heart, voice soft with vulnerability. 

“To suck your living soul straight out of your useless husk of a body.”  

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My Opinion on;

Character in general:  I FUCKING LOVE BEBE. how could i not??? she’s my girls best friend even if she did try to shoot her. like the girls of south park deserve so much more love than they get and bebe is incredible. she sparkles with me. i just wish that she got to be on the screen more but OH NO THEY CANT DO THAT. honestly though i gotta love her because bebe and wendy are peas in a pod.How they play them: the best. your bebe will forever and always be my favorite – no lies about it. i love how you made her grow up and the little intricacies you have built into her. like GOD could she be any more perfect? your girl is the perfect combo with wends for the yin and yang of their dynamic and i could not love your bebe any more than i possibly do.The Mun: NOEL NOEL NOEL I LOVE YOU OKAY. you single handedly brought me back to the south park fandom ( im officially returning tomorrow ). but honestly, i love talking to you and the fact that we are on the same wave lengths and we can be so silly together. i’m so glad you’re back because i have missed you so so so so so so so much since we stopped talking. also i’m going to LA next year so hint hint nudge nudge maybe we can meet each other?

Do I:

RP with them: FOREVER AND ALWAYSWant to RP with them: mhm most certainlyShip our muses?: BENDY IS LIFE OKAYWould i rp the ship?:   always.

What is my;

Overall Opinion: NOEL I LOVE YOU TO PIECES OKAY? OKAY.

**Note: Mun’s answer are all to be completely honest. Don’t send url if you don’t want brutal honesty

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👻 : Horror game (e.g. residen.t evil.)

⚽ : Sports game (e.g. Wi.i sports)

🎤 : Singing/Karaoke game (e.g. karaok.e revolutio.n)

🎸 : Music/ Playing an instrument game (e.g. guita.r her.o)

💃 : Dancing game (e.g.  danc.e danc.e revolutio.n )

🔫: Shooting game (e.g. call o.f d uty)

🗺️: RPG/adventure game (e.g. wit.cher)

🍲: Cooking game (e.g cook.ing mam.a)

❓: Puzzle game (e.g. professo.r layto.n)

🔍 : Detective game (e.g. sher.lock holme.s)

⌛ : Strategy game (e.g.  Disgae.a)

💑: Otome/dating game (e.g. hea.rt n.o kun.i ali.ce)

💢 : Party game (e.g. Mar.io party)

🃏: Wild card, mun chooses the game

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So apparently coordinating outfits was harder than Stephanie though. Sure, she had always managed before but now, now that Wendy had forced her hand and brought the fastion goddess Bebe Stevens in on Stephanie’s wardrobe… the raven haired girl was starting to sweat

“Um… skinny jeans and I don’t get along.” she pointed out, literally pointing between her legs. “Sure, I can fit into girl’s skinny jeans but I’ve still got my old plumbing so… I’ll have to stick to normal jeans.”

It wasn’t a big deal with Stephanie, she was use to the limitations her body created for her. It was only a little while longer then she could get the surgery she needed to fix that so she didn’t hate her body for it. Her body hadn’t done anything wrong, it was what it was… it didn’t choose to have those genitals, just like how her soul hadn’t chose to be born into a male body.

“I’m all for a cute top and bra but… let’s hold off on skinny jeans.” she stated. “Hell, I can work with a skirt easier than I can those… but the breeze sure will be odd.” she snickered at herself over that.

“And… I still need help with make up too.” she added.

Ah, the South Park mall. Many a girl came in a two then came out an eight after spending a few hours (and more than a few hundreds) in this magical, mystic place. Luckily, in the case of Stephanie Marsh, Bebe doubted they’d need as much time… or cash. Stephanie already had somewhat of a look, and it would only take a bit of refining to get it juuust right. Folding the skinny jeans over her arm, Bebe glanced at her friend head to toe a second time, quirking an eyebrow.

“Oh, that’s too bad~ You definitely have the legs for it.” But when it came to fashion? The number one rule was to always feel good. After all, what made a woman a bombshell wasn’t the top, or bra, or pair of skinny jeans she was wearing… but her confidence. Bebe smiled as she put the pants back in their place.

“Makeup is a whole different story from clothes,” she said, turning to her. “Like, do you want to go for an all-out statement, or do you want something more natural?” Stephanie already had a pretty face, so at least she had that going for her. It wouldn’t be too hard to pick out a few glosses or eyeshadows and highlight her natural beauty. Then again? Bebe wasn’t about to say no to the chance of giving someone a full-glam makeover, either.

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Salt. Bebe tasted salt. And she felt… rain on her face.

Plop, plop.

Droplets fell, hitting her skin, and her brows twitched into a slight frown at the sensation. It was so annoying. So wet. She just wanted to sleep, forever if she could. To rest. Her whole body was heavy, like her bones couldn’t carry the weight on top of them, and even the thought of moving triggered a dull, throbbing pain.

Plop, plop.

She tried to lift her hand and wipe them off, but she couldn’t. It was like an elephant was sitting on her chest, crushing her. Weakly, she attempted to curl her fingers into a fist, bust something was wrapped around them, holding her tight.

Plop, plop.

Ugh. It was hard. Everything was too damn hard. Darkness called her back to slumber. Get away from the pain, and the tiredness, and the weird, salty rain.

But then, something touched her cheek. Something soft, familiar, and warm. And suddenly that warmth was all she wanted to feel. She wanted to swim in an ocean of it, to have it all over her. And her mind lifted into that touch, as if being pulled from somewhere far and deep. The steady beep of a heart monitor reached her ears. Then, after a few moments, sniffles.  

Green eyes fluttered open, her vision blurry as it got used to the florescent lights.

Lights.

That was the last thing she saw before all this. They were in her car, and another came screeching out of nowhere. There was blood, so much fucking blood, and–

Kenny.

She turned, gaze finally finding his pink, tear-streaked expression. For a brief second, she thought that…

She thought that Kenny died.

Wasn’t it his blood that splattered everywhere? No. That must’ve just been a nightmare. A terrible hallucination. Because he was here, not a scratch on him, and she was the one in a hospital bed. Lips parted, and her voice coaxed forward the only words that felt right to say.

“Surprise, bitch,” Bebe croaked, squeezing his hand and a smirk forming on her mouth. “I bet you’d thought you’ve seen the last of me.”

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It was way past the hour that good girls should be awake. Curled up on her couch and the side of her face smooshed into a pillow, Bebe slept. The television continued to play some movie, its low hum and tinted glow the only source of sound and light in the living room. That is, until someone showed up at the door. It wasn’t even the gentle knock knock knock that woke her up, but her cat, Vanilla, who leapt off her stomach and gave a loud mewl.  

“Uugh, wah?” Bebe pushed herself up, curls springing in every direction and pink indentations from the creases in her pillow pressed onto her cheek.

Then, the knocks started up again.

Blinking blearily, Bebe yawned as she sat up and dragged her feet to the door. In her sleepiness, it didn’t even occur to her to check her phone for the time. Or, you know, think it was suspicious as hell that someone come knocking in the middle of the night. She just swung it wide open, a single word escaping her before she even took the chance to see who it was.

“What?” Bebe snapped.

The yellow porch light illuminated none other than Stan Marsh. She blinked once. Twice, even.

“What the hell do you want? Go home.” Her next move would’ve been to slam the door in his face. Would’ve, if it weren’t for the fact that Vanilla decided it was the perfect moment to saunter over the threshold and rub against Stan’s legs all affectionate-like. Purrs filled the air, as gentle as snowfall, and Bebe could only stare slacked jawed at her cat as it happily continued nuzzling between Stan’s ankles.

“Oh my god. Traitor.”

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a rarity ideed – for wendy to sleep soundly through the night. curled up next to her best friend with those violet locks strewn over her pillow-case, she is a picture of calm. soft breaths are the only motion of her body, happily curled up within the confines of the blankets. how STRANGE it was that the best way for her to sleep at night was situated next to her very best friend – as if bebe was some kind of safety net that could ALLOW her mind to rest for once. 

    and yet – how QUICKLY that sweet slumber is interrupted. the sudden shout causes icy hues to shoot open in a VAGUE shock, only for her to be attacked with those tickles. unbidden, a squeaking and breathy laugh leaves wendy’s lips before she is QUICK enough to move her hands to bebe’s – holding off the onslaught of tickles while she REGAINS her breath.

               “ holy shit bebe. “

  the words escape as she looks at her best friend, a pink flush settled upon her pale cheeks. with the sunlight streaming into the room bebe seemed to GLOW, so lively in the light while wendy holds a certain DARKNESS to her features. how DIFFERENT they appeared, and yet how perfect they fit together. seeing those MESSY curls she must bite back an URGE to reach out to toy with them, unexpectedly affectionate after such a RUDE awakening. 

      wendy gathers the blanket around herself again even though she is already completely awake – an action which disrupts moonkit and bluestar on the end of the bed, small TRILLS escaping them – though wendy’s gaze never leaves bebe’s. a small POUT appears upon her lips, followed by a good natured sigh.

           “ you practically gave me a heart attack and now you want breakfast? fine. what are you in the mood for? “

Blue eyes opened to the world, and Bebe made sure the first thing they saw was her face. Her bright, beautiful, smirking face. Catching Wendy’s stare, she parted her lips in a wicked grin, continuing her onslaught of tickles without so much as pausing for a good morning. Quick and curious, her fingers found all the spots that would evoke a sequel. (Spicy little secrets like that were just one of the perks of knowing someone your whole life. ♥) But it wasn’t long before Wendy fought back. Two hands grabbed at Bebe’s, her wrists now just as bound as she was by Wendy’s gaze.  

“Aw, is that how you greet your best friend?”

The sun streaming through the windows played with Bebe’s hair. Look closely, and you might see halo of light just above her head. Look even closer, and maybe you’d glimpse two horns among the curls.

“Don’t be so dramatic. I didn’t mean to scare you.” The smile on her face spoke of her innocence. But really, it was Wendy who was the saint. Still sweet enough to feed her even after such a rude awakening, instead of, you know, the other option… murdering her. (And let’s be real. That’s probably what Bebe would’ve done if someone interrupted her sleep, tickles or no.) After a few more seconds of defiant staring, she pried her hands away, flopping back down onto the bed. Why was Wendy’s bed so comfy? It really wasn’t fair--

Something warm and fuzzy moved against her bare feet. Flexing her toes, Bebe sat up again and pulled Moonkit into her lap.

“Oh, just something quick and easy. Liiiiike…” She lifted Moonkit toward her chest, the small kitten pressing the top of his head against Bebe’s chin. Perfect. With a cute cat next to her face, she looked double as adorable.

“Peanut butter pancakes?”  Moonkit started squirming in her grasp, but Bebe did her best to hold her doe-eyed expression. She even fluttered her eyelashes a couple of times. For extra effect.

enchanted morning

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💋‍ : your muse kissing mine on cheek

💏 : your muse kissing mine on lips

👊 : your muse punching mine

👏 : your muse hugging mine

👋 : your muse slapping mine’s ass

👙 : seeing your muse in underwear 

✈️ : seeing your muse in somewhere they didn’t expect to see

😭 : seeing your muse crying 

👻 : seeing your muse scared

🌙 : seeing your muse outside alone during nighttime

💤 : your muse coming on my muse’s bed during night

🍴 : your muse making mine a breakfast

🌃 : your muse knocking on my muse’s door late

🍸 : your muse offering mine an alcoholic drink

☔️ : your muse offering to share an umbrella with mine on a rainy day

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“If I wanted to leave I would have left by now.”

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It was too early and too goddamn cold. Not the kind of situation that complaining made better, yet here Bebe was, using the last of her lifeblood (because it sure as hell didn’t feel like she had any in her numb limbs) to work her fucking mouth.

“I swear to god, it’s so cold my tits are about to freeze off.” 

Said through chattering teeth. And the worst part? She was here on her own free will. It might’ve been Saturday morning, but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t get up for her daily swim. Some called it crazy, but it turned out that Kenny McCormick might’ve been the same kind of crazy as her, because he was awake, too.

Track, or something.

So they made a plan. (In retrospect that was probably their first mistake. Making plans in South Park was never a good idea.) After her swim and his run, they could meet up and watch the sunrise over Stark’s Pond.

Little did they know this was on the coldest day of the month so far. And, just like the sun (WHICH WAS TAKING ITS SWEET TIME TO SHOW UP), Bebe had no warmth to offer.

“I can’t blink, Kenny. The natural lubricants on my eyes are frozen, and I think if I tried–”

And then she felt something heavy on her shoulders, hanging. Glancing to the side, she caught Kenny’s profile gazing out at the water, now minus one parka. She blinked (suddenly forgetting her previous statement) and fell silent. After all her whining, she didn’t expect he’d actually give up one of the only nice articles of clothing he owned. Bebe slipped her arms into sleeves, quiet for once, and turned her attention back to the sky, her frozen breath escaping with an exhale.

“You don’t need to stay here, you know.”

And he answered back, voice surprisingly calm. Comforting. It didn’t shatter the hush of the woods, but seemed to wrap around it, cozy, like a home or the very parka he offered her.

“If I wanted to leave, I would’ve left by now.”

She didn’t reply at first. Instead she kept her eyes on the horizon where the first rays of sun began breaking through. Bebe slowly moved her hands, zipping up the parka. By the time she looked at Kenny again, she was closed up all the way to her chin. With a quick tug at the strings, the hood scrunched up around her nose and mouth, until only her smiling green eyes were visible.

“Me too,” she said, though her voice was muffled, inaudible. Bebe was sure he could understand her, but, just in case he didn’t, she leaned forward until the fuzzy trimming where her lips would’ve been tickled against his cheek.

In that moment, there was nowhere else she’s rather be.