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alovelyfox · 10 months ago

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Chapter 11: A New Face

You had always thought that a spontaneous life was a good life, but routine seemed to suit you nicely. Wendy and Stan had made up after their fight, so everyday you wake up to her moans, and while you’re as sex-positive as they come, you really wish you had spent some more money soundproofing your walls. Sure, it was awkward, but the idea of another argument happening between them because of something you say causes you to keep your mouth shut.

Plus, if you’re being completely honest, you didn’t mind the extra ‘romance’, especially coupled with how things were going with Kyle. The story about your late best friend Aminda was one you had repressed for a long time, despite the fact it was the reason you had even gone into human rights law in the first place. But sharing it with Kyle reminded you about what you were both fighting for, and made you closer than ever.

A week ago he said it was getting too hot for you to keep cycling to and from work, so he offered to start picking/dropping you off, which you happily accepted. Even though you knew nothing was ever going to happen due to the difference in your positions, it still excited you that he cares enough about your wellbeing that he’s willing to waste some extra money on gas.

Normally, Kyle arrives at your place at 8:45 am on the dot, as you learned that punctuality was an important value he cherished. And though you didn’t want to admit it, you had started getting ready earlier, if not to impress him to some degree. You’re standing outside your apartment building on a fine summer's morning, waiting patiently for your ride. But 8:45 comes and goes, yet he isn’t there.

Odd, you think, but you give him the benefit of the doubt and decide it’s probably traffic or something that’s making him late. You hum a song you’d heard Wendy playing late last night on her vinyl player, then begin to tap your foot impatiently along to the tune as 9 am creeps closer with no sign of Kyle. It’s 9:05 when his car flies by so fast that you have to take a step back to avoid getting blown away by the gust it creates. He gets out and hurriedly rushes over to you, holding onto your shoulders as his eyes look over your body.

“Fuck Y/N, are you okay?” He asks in a panicked voice, slightly panting. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to-”

“It’s fine Kyle,” you say, and afraid it came out harsher than you meant for it to, you give him a reassuring smile, which seems to relax him. He lets go of your shoulders and nods, before opening the car door for you. He closes it behind you once you’re in, then gets in on his side and lightly rests his head on the wheel.

“I’m so sorry I’m late, I hope you weren’t waiting too long.”

He turns his head and looks into your eyes with a truly apologetic stare, which makes it harder for you to lie through your teeth.

“Oh no, I was late waking up, so you actually came just in time!”

He smiles, before starting up the car.

“I was late for the dumbest reason too. My little brother’s coming to visit in a couple days, and it’s my mom’s birthday today, so I went to a flower shop to get something nice that he could give to her. But I lost track of time trying to pick out the right bouquet.”

Finding out that Kyle cares so much for his mom makes your heart swoon, and all the previous anger you felt being stuck on the sidewalk evaporates.

“What’d you end up picking?” You ask, mainly wanting to know what his taste in flowers was, and if it matched your own.

“Oh, that’s the worst part. I didn’t even end up buying it. I couldn’t find the particular kind my mom likes, even though Maria tried her best to provide some alternatives. Luckily, she said that the store could get some in stock for tomorrow, if I can stick around long enough to pay for them.”

He smiles fondly, and you can feel your heart twitch. You understand that in a relationship, there needs to be a strong level of trust between you and your partner to ensure that the other won’t be unfaithful. But Kyle didn’t need to be faithful to you in the first place, since you weren’t in a relationship. Of course you understand this. Of course, of course, of course. So why did him mentioning her name hurt so much?

Maybe there was something primitive being awakened inside of you. Once Kyle was yours, you could rest easy that no one would come between you two. But until that day, every other girl was the enemy. Yet, who knows when ‘that day’ will happen, if ever? It’s not like Kyle’s aware of your feelings, and you can’t confess to them anytime soon, so he’s free to talk to and date and marry whoever he wants, something you’ll just have to suck up.

Putting on a complacent face, you smile at him, then revert to looking through the window so he can’t see the ice forming on your heart.

…

It’s also become routine for you and Butters to have lunch together, since Kyle’s too busy to ‘have lunch with us blue-collar working folk’, as Butters so eloquently puts it. You don’t know if you’d say it was exactly like that, but you didn’t care since it’d been nice having someone else to interact with in the office other than him. You had been so wrapped up in him the first couple weeks that you neglected to make friends with anyone else other than Sam, and when he left you were almost made a complete outcast whenever Kyle wasn’t around, until Butters came along to save the day. Or ruin the day, as his childhood alter ego Profession Chaos, that he told you about during one of your lunchtime chats.

You could tell Butters felt homesick about South Park, which made sense considering it was the only place he’d ever known before moving here. So you let him ramble on with his stories, normally just nodding along and taking in all the details as he describes the time they almost reignited the Civil War by letting the confederacy win. But today you put in a request.

“Hey, did Kyle ever have any girlfriends back home?”

You have to admit, it’s slightly inspired by the girl he mentioned this morning. But if Butters is surprised by the sudden question, he doesn’t show it. The only thing you can tell from his face is that he’s deep in thought, until he replies.

“I guess there were a couple chicks. Rebecca Cotswold, but she ended up being a big ol’ whore, so Kyle cut her off after they kissed. Maybe Bebe? But she only wanted him for his ass. Hmm, I think he had a crush on Nicole for a little, but she got with Tolkien instead... Huh, that's weird. I don’t think Kyle’s ever had a real girlfriend.”

He gives you a puzzling look.

“You don’t think he’s gay, do ya?”

You think back to the incident in the kitchen a couple weeks ago.

“Definitely not gay,” you pronounce, turning your head slightly to the side so Butters won’t see your face heating up.

“Well, I guess I was only really close with him in middle school, and then the only thing we did was go to school, play basketball, and occasionally tell everyone our parents molested us.”

“Hey, sometimes we’d watch TV,” Kyle says, suddenly appearing behind you. Turning around, you wonder how long he’d been there. Hopefully not long enough to hear you say you knew he definitely wasn’t gay. Fuck.

“Oh right! Terrance and Phillip…” Butters says, and both the boys fall silent as they seemingly reminisce on the show which shaped so much of their childhood. You watch them, then eventually clear your throat to get Butters to continue.

“Hey, I hear there’s a new movie coming out on the Canadian Network. You plannin’ to watch, Kyle?”

“I would love to, but I don’t have access to that channel.”

The name sounds familiar, and you ask if it also used to show that series, Crème Fraiche . Both the boys nod, and you instantly realize where you know it from.

“Oh my god, the Canadian Network! It was like the only channel Wendy and I could get working when we first moved in, so goddamn annoying. Neither of us wanna touch it with a ten-foot pole now, but if you guys want, you can come over and use it to watch the movie,” you offer with a smile, and the boys break out into matching grins.

They agree, and you text Wendy.

Y/N - hey girl, is it cool if we lend our tv to kyle and butters tonight?

Y/N - they wanna watch some movie which is apparently only streaming on that fucking canadian channel we could’t get rid of lol

Wendy 🖤 - u mean terrance & phillip? actually, stan wanted to watch that with me tonight as well, please get them to come over so I don’t have to suffer through 90 minutes of fart jokes alone 😭

Y/N liked a message ❤️

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Empty pizza boxes scatter around the living room, with half-drunken cups of soda standing on the wooden coasters Wendy made everyone use. The both of you are strewn out on the couch, while the boys are huddled in front of the TV like they’re 10 years old again. They’re relatively quiet while the movie plays, only laughing every couple minutes when a fart joke happens. You and Wendy want to be embarrassed by their immaturity, but as soon as the Queef sisters make a special appearance, they’re suddenly the one’s looking over at you disgusted. Overall, the night was shaping up to be one of your favorites. Something about it felt so nostalgic, watching a childish movie with people you care about. You don’t know how to describe it exactly, but you close your eyes, wanting to stay trapped in this memory forever.

Soon enough, the movie ends, and the boys sit back up on the couch. Butters sits alone on one edge, while Wendy and Stan are cuddled up on the other, leaving you and Kyle together in the middle. Too busy talking to notice another movie started playing, you and Wendy simultaneously groan upon seeing what genre it seemed to be. The Canadian Network was notorious for their shitty horror movies, ones that would always let you girls know it was time to turn off the TV and go to bed. You bring this point up, but the boys protest, saying there’s no way it can be that bad if it plays on the same channel as the legendary Terrance & Phillip. Wendy rolls her eyes and tells them they’re about to eat their words in 10 minutes.

The film starts with the cliché scene of the guy and girl making out in a steamy car somewhere isolated, so isolated they don’t see the masked freak coming to attack them. Stan and Kyle groan at how played out the trope is, while Butters is the only person who truly gets jump scared at the murderer killing them. In fact, he yells at every corny twist, which is the only thing keeping the rest of you entertained. Eventually though, he tires out, curls into a ball and falls asleep. Wendy and Stan follow suit not long after, nestled in each other's arms. So now it’s you and Kyle, practically left alone.

You’re sitting fairly close, yet not touching the other, both your arms laid firmly at your sides and feet planted on the floor. This is, until a scare you didn’t expect comes on and you jump up and into Kyle’s arms. You’re holding onto him now, legs across his lap while your hands drape over his neck and chest. He no longer seems interested in the movie, and you can hear his breaths turning slow and deep, probably due to being in such close proximity to you. He wraps an arm around your shoulder, pulling you in closer. You keep your eyes glued to the screen, since you know a simple look in his direction will send you crumbling.

The movie plays, as neither of you dare to make any moves. You stay put, unconsciously cuddled in this comfortable silence, but when a moment of cheap gore comes on, you hide your head in Kyle’s chest as a way to avert your eyes.

He smells good, you think, his signature scent of faint coconut further lulling you into staying wrapped in his arms forever. You sneak a peek up to his face, but it surprises you. Kyle looks like he’s trying to hide that he’s in pain, with his jaw clenched, and eyes staring straight ahead. You move slightly and he murmurs a groan. Upon realizing that you’re watching him, he suddenly lets go of you, prompting you to stand straight up, with him doing the same. The sudden withdrawal of his body from yours sends goosebumps up your skin, but you willfully ignore them as you look at Kyle. He turns his head to the side, avoiding eye contact, as a faint blush appears on his face.

“Uhm, sorry, I-”

“No, I’m sorry,” you say, mentally kicking yourself for accidentally letting things get carried away again, just like in the kitchen. Your eyes unknowingly flit there, and Kyle’s follows yours. It takes him a couple seconds to realize, and he lets out a small cough.

“I, uh, think I’m gonna go. Thanks for having me,” he says, scrambling for the door.

“Oh, uhm, don’t worry about it,” you reply, and he turns around to give you a quick wave before shutting the door behind him, leaving you standing there in his absence.

…

You message Kyle that you don’t need to be picked up that morning, as you want to postpone the awkwardness that’s sure to come after what happened last night. You don’t know why you did what you did, getting so close to him like that. You were even closer than Wendy and Stan, and they’re the ones who are dating, not you two. Everything about Kyle is gorgeous, in such a way you hope to never see him again, for that’s the lesser evil compared to what he makes you feel whenever you’re together.

But, 9 am rolls around and he strolls in. You’re seated firmly at your desk, pretending to look like you’re focused on work, when he comes up behind you and presses both his hands flat on either side of you, so that he's practically leaning over your body. Ignoring him will do more harm than good, so you swivel around in your chair, trying not to focus on how near in proximity you are to each other. His scent triggers your memory of last night, and you gulp as you stare up at him. He seems unaffected by anything you-re currently thinking of, and gives you an easygoing smile.

“Hey Y/N. It was fun last night, right?” He asks, and your eyes slightly widen. What was he saying? Was he seriously talking about what happened? For a guy who looked like he hated every minute of it, he seems surprisingly calm bringing it up. You nod, wondering where he’s going with this, and he continues.

“I haven’t seen Terrence and Phillip in forever, so watching it with friends was super nice. It felt so… relaxing.”

“Oh!” you say, unable to hide your relief over the fact he wasn’t talking about what you thought he was. But thinking back, you realize how loose he was last night when he was around his old South Park friends. More confident, self assured. And as hypnotizing as it was to be around him sometimes, you would never do anything to take those people away from him. “Yeah, it was actually nice hanging out with everyone. We should do it again sometime.”

He flashes you a grin which you take as a yes, so you give him a matching one in return. He stops leaning on your desk and starts walking towards his office when you’re reminded of something.

“Kyle, before I forget, you left your jacket at my place last night.”

His eyebrows slightly burrow together, before he replies.

“Oh, uhm, okay. Do you mind dropping it off at my place after work?”

“Why don’t you come over and get it yourself?” You ask in what was supposed to be a playful tone, but came out unnecessarily dirty.

“I mean, wait. I didn't mean it like that, it’s just-” you say trying to backtrack from how it sounds like you just propositioned him, but he frowns.

“It’s fine,” he says, interrupting your rambling excuses. “I can’t unfortunately, I’m meeting Maria after work so I can pick up the flowers today. My brother’s staying over this weekend, and I wanna get them before the shop closes so he can pass them on to my mom when he returns home. Sorry.”

He takes a piece of paper from your desk and a pen from his pocket to scribble down an address, before handing it to you. You give him a tight smile in return, trying to conceal the emotions you feel after hearing him mention another girl’s name. But it’s not your place to be jealous, so you stuff your feelings deep inside, and take the paper.

…

You pop into his office just before you’re about to leave at 6 pm. It’s later than you thought it would be, and you expect him to already be gone, but he’s working diligently at his desk, not taking his eyes off the screen until you enter.

“Hey Kyle, what’re you still doing here? It’s already 6, shouldn’t you be home by now, or at least getting the flowers?”

He glances at the clock, then at you, then at the clock again as his eyes widen drastically.

“SHIT. AH SHIT. I meant to leave at 5, but I got so caught up in my work that…” He doesn’t finish his sentence as he rushes around the room, collecting all his things. He’s about to push past you to get out but stops and grabs onto your shoulders instead.

“Just in case you get to my place before me, there’s a spare key under the doormat. Take it and let yourself in, I shouldn’t be long.”

He gives you a reassuring smile then hurries out of the office, leaving you standing there in the dust yet again.

…

Jacket in hand, you get to his apartment a little later than need be, purely because the idea of seeing Kyle’s place for the first time without him being present scares the shit out of you. But luck’s not on your side, and when you knock on his door no one answers. Sighing, you pluck the key from under the doormat and jiggle it in until you hear a click, letting it open all menacingly-like. However, his apartment isn’t nearly as terrifying as you expect. In fact, it actually looks quite nice.

Painted a beautiful shade of olive green, it’s not similar to any places owned by guys you’d ever seen before, mainly because this one has actual furniture and not inflatable bean bags strewn everywhere. He has a couple tasteful paintings hung up on the wall, some vibrant plants scattered around, and a nice 50 inch tv in his living room. A few pictures on the mantelpiece above it catch your interest, so you drop the jacket on a nearby chair and go over to take a look.

There’s one of him with one arm draped around the shoulder of some shorter guy, with beady eyes and black hair. A Canadian. From what he’s wearing, it looks like they’re at his high school graduation, him looking extremely embarrassed while Kyle beams proudly at the camera. You smile, then your eyes wander to another picture, this one with a much younger Kyle. He’s with three other guys, one conveniently cropped out of frame. You recognize one of them as Stan, wearing practically the same clothes he was when you first met him, except that in the photo they look like they actually fit him. Another guy is wearing a yellow parka which covers almost his entire face and body, only his eyes visible. And Kyle… his curly red hair is hidden behind a green ushanka, while his crooked teeth are again smiling at the camera. Damn, he looked cute as a kid.

You’re lost in your thoughts when you hear some strange noises coming from one of the bedrooms. You think it was maybe something that fell down, but the noises carry on, and panic sets in when you realize you’re not alone.

Kyle’s been here the entire time? You think. What if he’s been watching me snoop through his old pictures? God, this is so embarrassing.

You make your way to the bedroom, a handful of apologies running through your head that you prepare to give to him for being nosy. But the noises are starting to sound like they’re coming from two people, one more feminine than the other.

Holy shit, is he with a girl? With Maria??

You didn’t realize Kyle was that kind of guy. He mentioned meeting Maria only yesterday, so to already be having sex with her… But were they even having sex? You had to know for sure, the uncertainness clawing at your brain. The door is already slightly ajar, so you try to peek through the gap, but accidentally lean against it and it bursts wide open, causing the two people on the bed to turn and face you.

The girl’s face is one contorted with a mix of pleasure that is slowly turning into fear, while the guy seems unaffected by your presence, giving you a sleazy look as your eyes wander down and you see what he’s currently doing balls deep inside of her. She screams, and you realize you recognize the guy from the picture, his name leaving your mouth in a confused voice.

“Ike?”

“Ike?” The girl repeats, her eyes darting between you and him. “How do you know that girl?”

He looks you up and down. “I don’t. But she obviously knows me, which means she’s welcome to join,” he says with a lazy smirk, which causes the girl to kick herself out of him, standing up to slap him straight across the face. She takes Kyle’s bed sheets to cover herself up, then grabs the rest of her stuff, leaving the room as she mutters something about how she was warned never to date an ice-hockey player.

Ike follows her, still fully naked, a fact you’re trying really hard to ignore. Once she slams the door shut, he turns his attention to you.

“Okay, who the hell are you?” He asks, and you take a deep breath.

“I’m Y/N, a friend of Kyle’s. I’m assuming you’re Ike, his younger brother, right?” He slowly nods, and you continue, keeping your eyes firmly trained on the upper half of his body. “I only came to give something back to him, and I’m assuming he didn’t tell you I was coming.”

“Nah,” he says, before looking you up and down once again. “But if you’d like, I can make sure the entire apartment building knows you’re coming.”

He winks, so you awkwardly laugh. And when his head is turned, you make a beeline for the door and get the fuck out of there.

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sensorytuna · 26 days ago

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── LOVE ME NOT.

part one . part two .

synopsis . as the guidance counselor of south park middle school, you support students, parents, teachers and administrators to ensure that the highest levels of student success can be obtained. but when two children with familiar last names keep on landing themselves a trip to your office, you're left with no choice but to break no contact and call two men that you have dug deep in your past.

notes . occasional swearing, age gap change between the mccormick siblings and broflovski brothers, lowercase intented, aged up chatacters (in their 20s) a choose your own ending series

♡ : kyle broflovski / kenny mccormick (K2) x reader

- your office is a mess of paperwork, a half-eaten granola bar, and stress-induced regret when the clock hits 4:30PM

- "so," you start

- "why am i seeing you two again?"

- ike broflovski and karen mccormick sat across from you, both in their respective chairs like two gremlins awaiting judgment

- you are one bad argument away from strangling them both

- you sigh, rubbing your temples as you glance at the two kids

- both of them have matching indifferent expressions like this is a normal tuesday for the two of them

- (which unfortunately it is)

- "didn't do anything," ike shrugs

- karen snorts at that

- ike is staring at the ceiling like it just personally insulted his entire family

- karen is slouched in her seat, legs stretched out with her hood up

- she's a sweet child, really

- until ike roped her into—

- "uh-huh," you flip through the files and the angry comments from their advisors in colorful sticky notes

- "let's see—oh wow, property damage? do i even wanna know?"

- ike grins like a little shit while karen shrugs, still not looking at you

- "depends," he says

- "do you want plausible deniability?"

- you pinch the bridge of your nose

- "okay, whatever. we'll get to that later."

- you spin your chair to the voip phone resting on your table, grabbing the handset and furiously dialing the phone numbers you saw from the scribbled emergency contacts in both kids' information files

- first up; mrs. broflovski

- ring... ring... ring...

- suddenly, in full speaker mode—

- "hello! you’ve reached the broflovski residence! if this is about a fundraiser, we already donated! if this is about a petition, send me the link and i’ll sign it! if this is about a complaint—just know that i am a mother, and i will not tolerate any nonsense about my family! leave a message after the beep, and i’ll get back to you when i can. kisses!"

- there's a short pause at that

- followed by a muffled "sheila, you need to shorten that—" before the voicemail cut off

- you hung up without leaving a message

- ike sighed loudly at the end of the voicemail, rolling his eyes

- "told you she wouldn't come here"

- karen snorts, who had been listening to the voicemail too

- you weren't even sure if you should call mrs. mccormick

- but you try to anyway

- ring... ring... ring...

- "yeah?"

- it's gruff, vaguely annoyed, sound just like mrs. mccormick herself

- "uh.. mrs. mccormick?" you start

- karen straights up slightly

- there's a pause, then a long drag of a cigarette

- "who's askin'?"

- you take a deep breath

- "this is the school counselor. i'm talking about karen."

- there's another pause

- in the background, there's a muffled voice of man speaking

- "who the hell is that?"

- carol sighed like speaking was too much effort for her, "the school."

- more muffled grumbling, then carol comes back to you

- "she ain't dead, is she?"

- your stomach twisted at that mere thought

- karen shook her head, going "god dammit, mom..." under her breath

- "no! no, she's—she's fine. but she and a friend got into some trouble at school, and we need a guardian to come in."

- more silence

- she takes a slow drag on the other side, then a sharp sniff like she was holding back a yawn

- suddenly

- "yeah, that ain't happenin'."

- you blink

- "i'm sorry?"

- "i said, that ain't happenin'. whatever it is, tell her don't do it again. there. problem solved. 'kay, bye."

- click

- she hung up

- you stare at the handset with an unreadable expression before putting it back in the voip

- right

- that went just as how you expected it to be

- karen bit the inside of her cheek, scoffing before looking away

- you took the hint of saying nothing about that before glancing down at your own phone

- being a guidance counselor pays off apparently, judging by the current model of your phone

- you still have their numbers

- kyle and kenny

- you pause at the sight of their contact names, your hands beginning to get all clammy at the abrupt thought of them

- you text kyle first

- you: ike is in my office again. your mom isn't answering, come get him

- in under any circumstances DO NOT CALL: are you serious

- in under any circumstances DO NOT CALL: jesus christ i'll be there in five minutes

- you let out a sigh of relief you didn't realize you were holding before going to kenny

- you: karen's here, your parents said fuck no so can you come by

- scam likely: lol what did she do this time

- you: kenny

- scam likely: yeah yeah i'm coming over

— ♡ —

- kyle arrives first

- you hear his footsteps down the hall, brisk and determined

- your office door swings open and there he is

- dressed in business casual, sleeves rolled up, glasses on, looking like he just walked out of an important meeting that he absolutely had to interrupt to deal with his brother’s bullshit

- damn

- "ike," he gritted his teeth

- "are you fucking kidding me?"

- "wasn't me," ike immediately counters while kyle took a seat on the couch

- "oh my god."

- you clear your throat, hiding your smirk

- "kyle—"

- "sorry," he says, shaking his head

- "hi. long time, no see."

- he gives you an awkward smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes

- possibly because he's holding in the urge to strangle his brother right in front of you

- "thanks for calling me."

- he turns back to ike, his curt smile immediately disappearing

- "i'm telling mom when we get home, dipshit."

- just then, the door creaks open once more

- kenny peeks his head in, looking far less rushed

- "hey babe,"

- you blink

- "excuse me?"

- his grin widens, "sorry, force of habit."

- that was NOT a force of habit

- kenny steps inside, still in his car workshop uniform like he's visiting an old friend

- technically

- he is

- "hey kenny!" karen grins, looking at her brother

- "hey sweetheart," kenny greets back, ruffling her hair while he sat down beside kyle

- "so what's the damage?"

- "yeah, they broke the sink."

- kenny snorts, whereas kyle groans

- a sharp contrast between the two

- "hell yeah, that's my girl."

- "christ, dude. nothing changed about you."

- you sigh

- "okay, okay. let's just... deal with this."

- "so what's the punishment? detention? suspension?" kyle looks at you, expecting you to be the other adult in the room

- you glance at kenny, who's sitting beside him like he lives here

- and then your eyes wander to the kids, completely unbothered

- "it's a one month suspension. they broke a damn sink in the bathrooms."

- kyle scoffed, running his hands through his face

- "great job, sweetie." kenny grins, fist-bumping karen

- this is gonna be a long day

TWO DAMN BITCHES AT THE SAME DAMN TIME 😜😜😜😜 (want a part 2? it's coming soon teehee)

#south park #south park x y/n #south park x you #south park x reader #kyle broflovski #kyle broflovski x reader #kyle broflovski x you #kenny mccormick #kenny mccormick x reader #kenny mccormick x you #k2 south park #south park k2 #x reader #gn reader

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fuqnia · 4 months ago

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Golden Glow and Quiet Truths

kyle broflovski x reader insert

(❁´◡`❁) | [A/N] hii, this is my second oneshot that's apart of my ficmas! this is also on ao3. ❤️❄️🎄

(❁´◡`❁) | Warning(s) : none

(❁´◡`❁) | Synopsis : At Kyle’s Hanukkah celebration, [y/n] learns about his traditions and shares a quiet, heartfelt moment under the warm glow of the menorah.

The Broflovski house was buzzing with warmth and life, a stark contrast to the frigid snowdrifts piling up outside. Inside, the menorah’s golden light flickered on the table, casting soft, wavering patterns on the walls. Laughter and conversation filled the air, Sheila’s booming voice rising over the din as she directed traffic between the kitchen and living room. The scent of frying latkes mixed with the tangy sweetness of applesauce and the faint aroma of pine from the small Christmas tree Sheila insisted on keeping for “their Christian friends.”

You hovered near the doorway, a drink in your hand, unsure where to plant yourself in the chaos. Kyle had been insistent about inviting you to his family’s Hanukkah party. His words—half invitation, half plea—still echoed in your mind: “It’s no big deal, really. My family would love to have you there. I’d love to have you there.” You couldn’t say no. Not to that earnest look in his green eyes, not to the nervous way he fidgeted with his sleeves when he asked.

Now you were here, a little overwhelmed but oddly at peace, watching the scene unfold. Ike was at the table, enthusiastically explaining dreidel rules to a group of adults who didn’t stand a chance against his enthusiasm. Kyle’s dad, Gerald, was cracking a joke in the corner, earning polite chuckles. And there was Kyle himself, standing by the menorah, his green ushanka askew as he helped his mom arrange candles for the blessing. He caught your eye for a moment, offering a small smile that made your stomach flip, before turning back to his task.

“You okay?” came a voice beside you.

Kyle had appeared at your side, so close you could feel the warmth radiating off him. His hair was slightly mussed from the hat, and the glow of the menorah danced in his eyes.

“Yeah,” you said with a faint smile. “It’s really nice. Your family knows how to throw a party.”

Kyle chuckled, glancing at the crowded room. “My mom loves an excuse to go all out. Hanukkah, Thanksgiving, Arbor Day—you name it.”

You laughed softly, and his expression softened as he watched you. “I’m glad you came,” he said, his voice quieter now, almost hesitant.

“I’m glad you invited me,” you replied. “It’s… warm. Feels like a real home.”

Kyle looked like he wanted to say something more, but instead, he gestured toward the table where Ike was still commanding his dreidel game. “Want to play? I could teach you. Ike’s ruthless, though, so fair warning.”

“Sure,” you said, following him to the table.

The Broflovski dining table was a whirlwind of festive energy—plates of latkes and brisket, half-empty glasses of sparkling cider, and a small pile of chocolate gelt coins stacked neatly in the center. But as the party hummed around you, you found yourself seated across from Kyle, the rest of the room fading into background noise.

“Alright,” Kyle said, setting a small wooden dreidel in the middle of the table with a faint clink. “You said you’ve never played before?”

“Never,” you admitted with a sheepish grin, leaning forward to inspect the dreidel. The menorah candles flickered nearby, casting a warm glow over the two of you. “So, be gentle. I don’t want to embarrass myself.”

Kyle chuckled, the sound warm and soft. “Don’t worry. I’ll walk you through it. It’s pretty simple, I promise.”

He picked up the dreidel and turned it slowly between his fingers, the Hebrew letters catching the light. “This is the dreidel,” he explained. “Each side has a letter: Nun, Gimel, Hei, and Shin. They stand for ‘A great miracle happened there.’ It’s kind of a reminder of the Hanukkah story.”

You nodded, your gaze flickering between the dreidel and his face. He looked so at ease, his green eyes bright as he spoke, and you couldn’t help but feel a warmth that had nothing to do with the candles.

“So,” he continued, placing the dreidel back on the table. “The goal is to spin it, and whichever side it lands on determines what you do. Nun means nothing happens. Gimel means you take the whole pot. Hei means you take half, and Shin means you add a coin to the pot.”

“Got it,” you said, picking up one of the shiny chocolate coins from the pile. “And we’re playing with these?”

“Yep.” He pushed a small handful of gelt toward you, his fingers brushing yours briefly. The touch sent a jolt up your arm, and you glanced at him, catching the faintest hint of a blush creeping up his cheeks. “Alright, you go first.”

You picked up the dreidel, gripping it awkwardly. Kyle watched with an amused smile as you gave it a spin. It wobbled uncertainly before clattering to a stop on Shin.

Kyle winced dramatically, his hand flying to his chest. “Oof. Tough start. Add one to the pot.”

You rolled your eyes playfully as you tossed a coin into the center. “Great. Off to a stellar beginning.”

“Hey, it’s all about the technique,” Kyle teased, picking up the dreidel with practiced ease. His fingers moved deftly, giving it a smooth spin that sent it twirling across the table. It landed on Gimel, and he smirked as he scooped up the entire pot.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” you groaned, throwing your hands up. “You’re a professional. I didn’t stand a chance.”

“Not my fault I’m naturally gifted,” he said, tossing a coin in the air and catching it with a grin. “Alright, your turn. Let’s see if you’ve learned anything.”

You narrowed your eyes, picking up the dreidel again. “Oh, I’ll show you.”

As you leaned forward to spin it, Kyle reached out to adjust your grip. “Wait, like this,” he said, his hand brushing over yours to position the dreidel. His touch was warm, steady, and lingered just a second longer than necessary. Your eyes met, and the noise of the room seemed to fade, leaving just the two of you in the soft glow of the menorah candles.

“Got it?” Kyle asked, his voice quieter now.

“Yeah,” you murmured, your heart beating faster as you gave the dreidel a spin. It twirled across the table, wobbling slightly before landing on Hei.

Kyle grinned. “Half the pot. Not bad.”

“Finally,” you said, scooping up your share with a triumphant smile. “I’m catching up.”

Kyle chuckled, his gaze lingering on you as you added the coins to your pile. “Told you it wasn’t so hard.”

The game continued, the pile of gelt shifting back and forth between you as you took turns. But as the rounds went on, you found yourself less focused on the dreidel and more on Kyle—the way his lips twitched into a smile whenever you teased him, the way his hands moved so sure and steady, the way his green eyes sparkled under the golden light.

At one point, your hands brushed again as you reached for the dreidel at the same time. Neither of you moved immediately, your fingers overlapping for a moment that felt far too long yet far too short. Kyle cleared his throat, pulling his hand back quickly, his cheeks turning pink.

“Your turn,” he said, looking down at the table with a sheepish grin.

You spun the dreidel, your chest tight with something you couldn’t quite name. As it twirled and clattered to a stop, Kyle leaned closer, his shoulder brushing against yours. The touch sent warmth blooming through you, and when you glanced at him, his face was so close you could see the faint freckles scattered across his cheeks.

The dreidel had landed on Gimel, but the game didn’t matter anymore. Not really. Kyle’s gaze met yours, and for a moment, neither of you spoke. The room around you seemed to fall away, leaving just the two of you bathed in the soft glow of the candles.

“Looks like you win this round,” Kyle said softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Yeah,” you replied, your heart pounding. “I guess I do.”

The party was finally starting to wind down, the once-bustling Broflovski living room now quieter as a few remaining guests mingled and chatted in the background. The menorah candles had burned lower, their flickering light casting soft shadows across the room. You and Kyle sat at the dining table, the remnants of your dreidel game scattered between you. Chocolate gelt wrappers glimmered like forgotten treasure, and the faint hum of conversation filled the air.

Kyle leaned back in his chair, tapping a wrapper idly against the table as he gave you a look. “Okay, but seriously, how did you manage to land on Shin six times in a row? Statistically, that should be impossible.”

“I’m just that unlucky,” you replied with a grin, stacking your small pile of remaining gelt. “Or maybe you rigged the dreidel.”

Kyle snorted. “Yeah, because I clearly have nothing better to do than rig a children’s game for a party my mom guilted everyone into attending.”

“It’s not a children’s game,” you shot back, laughing. “It’s cultural. And I’m learning. Be nice.”

He rolled his eyes, but his lips twitched into a reluctant smile. “Fine, fine. I’ll give you that. But you’ve got a long way to go before you’re dreidel champion material.”

“Oh, is that a title now? Dreidel champion?” you teased, leaning forward. “Do you get a medal for that, or just a lifetime supply of gelt?”

Kyle chuckled, shaking his head. “Okay, point taken. I’m dropping it.”

But as the laughter between you faded, a new kind of silence settled in. Kyle fiddled with the foil wrapper in his hand, twisting it into a small, misshapen ball. His gaze darted to the menorah, then back to you, his usual confidence giving way to something more uncertain.

“So,” he began, his voice quieter now. “How are you liking the party? Not too overwhelming?”

“It’s been great,” you said honestly, leaning your elbows on the table. “Your family’s amazing, Kyle. Your mom’s a little... intense, but in a good way.”

Kyle groaned, covering his face with his hand. “That’s the understatement of the century. Intense is her default setting.”

You laughed, but his comment made you notice the faint tension in his shoulders, the way he seemed to retreat into himself for a moment. “It’s nice, though,” you said softly. “To see how much she cares. And honestly? I’ve had a really great time.”

Kyle’s shoulders relaxed slightly, and he offered a small smile. “Good. I was kind of worried you’d hate it.”

“Why would I hate it?” you asked, tilting your head.

“I don’t know,” he muttered, glancing down at the table. “It’s not exactly the most exciting party ever. And it’s Hanukkah, so it’s not like it’s... I don’t know, cool.”

“Cool?” you echoed, raising an eyebrow. “Kyle, it’s been amazing. I don’t need it to be ‘cool.’ It’s meaningful. That’s what matters.”

His green eyes flicked up to meet yours, and for a moment, he looked almost stunned by your words. He opened his mouth, then closed it again, like he was searching for the right thing to say.

“Are you okay?” you asked gently.

“Yeah,” he said quickly, straightening in his chair. “I just... I don’t know. I guess I’m glad you came.”

“I’m glad I came too,” you said with a smile. “This has been one of the best nights I’ve had in a while.”

Kyle’s cheeks reddened slightly, and he looked away, muttering, “You’re way too nice to me, you know that?”

“I’m just being honest,” you said lightly, leaning closer. “What’s with you tonight, though? You’ve been acting a little... off.”

“Off?” he repeated, his voice rising slightly. “I’m not off. This is just my normal, neurotic self.”

You grinned. “You’re always neurotic, but this feels like another level.”

Kyle groaned, burying his face in his hands. “God, you’re relentless.”

“Maybe,” you teased, nudging his foot under the table. “But you love it.”

For a moment, he didn’t respond, and you wondered if you’d pushed too far. But then he sighed, dropping his hands and looking at you with an expression you couldn’t quite read.

“Fine,” he said, his voice quieter now. “You want the truth?”

You nodded, your chest tightening as he hesitated.

Kyle took a deep breath, his fingers twisting the foil ball again. “I’ve been thinking about this all night. Hell, I’ve been thinking about it for weeks, and I wasn’t going to say anything because I thought it would ruin everything, but... I can’t not say it anymore.”

Your heart raced, the weight of his words sinking in. “Kyle... what are you trying to say?”

He looked up at you then, his green eyes bright with a mix of nervousness and determination. “I like you. A lot. Like, way more than I probably should. And I’ve been trying to act normal, but it’s been driving me insane because every time I see you, I just...”

He trailed off, running a hand through his hair. “God, this is so stupid. I sound like a total idiot, don’t I?”

“No,” you said quickly, your voice trembling slightly. “You don’t. Not at all.”

Kyle’s gaze softened, and he let out a shaky laugh. “I just—being around you makes everything better. Even when I’m stressed, or my mom’s driving me crazy, or Cartman’s being a jackass... you make it all easier.”

Your chest ached at the sincerity in his voice, and you reached out, covering his hand with yours. “Kyle, you’re amazing. I don’t know how you don’t see that.”

He blinked, his cheeks flushing. “You really mean that?”

“I do,” you said softly, your thumb brushing against his knuckles. “And for the record? I like you too. A lot.”

A wide, relieved grin broke across his face, and for a moment, he looked like he couldn’t believe what he’d just heard. “You do?”

You laughed, nodding. “Yeah, Kyle. I do.”

Kyle hesitated, his green eyes searching yours again, his nervous energy palpable. “Can I... would it be okay if I kissed you?” he asked softly, his voice trembling just slightly, a mix of hesitation and hope laced in his words.

Your heart swelled at the question, your chest tightening with the weight of the moment. His vulnerability was so raw, so earnest, that it made your breath hitch. Slowly, you nodded, your voice barely a whisper. “Yeah, it’s okay.”

Kyle exhaled shakily, relief flickering in his eyes as he leaned in, moving cautiously like he was afraid to break the fragile space between you. The air felt thick with anticipation, every second stretching as you watched him close the gap. When his lips finally brushed against yours, the kiss was soft, tentative, like he was testing the waters, unsure of where this might lead.

His hand came up to cup your cheek, his touch warm and careful, and the gentleness of it made your heart ache. The first press of his lips was light, a whisper of a connection, but it lingered, drawing you in deeper. There was a sweetness to it, a quiet kind of awe, like he couldn’t quite believe this was happening. But beneath that sweetness was something else—something more urgent, a need that simmered just beneath the surface.

As the kiss deepened, Kyle’s fingers threaded into your hair, anchoring you closer. His other hand settled hesitantly on your waist, his grip firm but uncertain, as though he were afraid to overstep. You could feel his breath, warm and uneven, mingling with yours, and it sent a shiver through you that made you lean into him instinctively.

He kissed you like he was trying to pour everything he couldn’t say into this one moment—his longing, his uncertainty, his quiet devotion. There was an innocence to it, a hesitance that spoke to how deeply he cared, but there was also a quiet hunger, a sense of want that made your heart race.

Your hands found their way to his shoulders, gripping the soft fabric of his sweater as though grounding yourself against the overwhelming rush of emotion. His lips moved against yours with a careful intensity, each touch more deliberate than the last. It wasn’t rushed; it wasn’t chaotic. It was deliberate and full of feeling, a perfect balance of sweetness and need.

When Kyle finally pulled back, his breathing was ragged, his cheeks flushed a deep red. His gaze darted away for a moment, as though he were processing everything that had just happened. Then his eyes found yours again, wide and filled with an almost childlike wonder.

“I... I’ve wanted to do that for a while,” he admitted, his voice shaky but soft, a quiet confession that made your chest ache.

You couldn’t help but smile, your own heart pounding in your ears. “Me too,” you whispered, your voice barely audible as you reached up to brush a stray strand of his hair out of his face.

“Whoa! Ew! Gross!”

The spell shattered abruptly as Ike burst into the room, standing in the doorway with an exaggerated look of disgust.

“Seriously?” Ike said, throwing his hands up in mock horror. “This is so cringy. Do you guys practice this stuff or what?”

Kyle jerked away from you like he’d been electrocuted, his face burning a shade of red you didn’t think was possible. “Ike! Go away!”

“No way,” Ike said, smirking like the devil himself. “This is pure comedy gold. Mom’s gonna love this.”

Before Kyle could lunge for something to throw at him, Ike darted out of the room, his laughter echoing down the hall.

Kyle groaned, burying his face in his hands. “Oh my God. I’m going to kill him.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, the sound soft and warm as you leaned into him. “Good luck with that. But for the record? Totally worth it.”

Kyle let out a long-suffering sigh, but his arm slipped around you anyway, pulling you closer to his side. “Yeah,” he muttered, his voice quieter now, a small, shy smile tugging at his lips. “It was.”

#south park x reader #south park x y/n #kyle broflovski #oneshot #fluff #hanukkah #holidays in hell #south park x you #south park x gn reader #kyle broflovski x reader #kyle broflovski x y/n

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bubbless-s · 8 months ago

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I love love LOVE your page. Your Harry Potter fics are my favsss. Your Kyle and Kenny headcanons were LITERALLY SCRUMPTIOUS, I WILL KEEP EATING IT UP.

But if I could, may I request the main 3 SP boys x reader please? Separately of course. Maybe they’re dating and having a sleepover together. Just hc’s on what they’d do at a sleepover with a partner.

If you could, fem reader would be preferred, gender neutral is okay though.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Pillow Fights and Stolen Hearts₊ ⊹ ᶻ !! ␥

- ʚɞ genre: fluffy! (as always no gender implied.)

- ʚɞ warnings: none (devider)

→Masterlist

Kyle Broflovski

ೀ⋆ He definitely begged his mom for this.

ೀ⋆ His mom allowed with the rule of the door being open.

ೀ⋆ You suggested the sleepover firstly and got him hooked.

ೀ⋆ “What will we do on the sleepover? Play truth or dare?” after Stan showed him the powers of truth or dare he is willing to try it out with you. A little tho! He isn’t awaiting it with heart eyes!!

ೀ⋆ Our lovesick fool made a little list of things just incase if you guys runout of things to do.

ೀ⋆ “Do you have games on your phone?” -Ike

ೀ⋆ Kyle got you a rose too! He gave it to you when you arrived at his house.

ೀ⋆ Imagine the surprise on your face when you open the door to Kyles house only to get a rose shoved to your face. A very well decorated rose at that.

ೀ⋆ The fun part is when night came.

ೀ⋆ Kyle being Kyle couldn’t sleep at all.

ೀ⋆ Why you may ask. 1. He has the worst bed hair ever! 2.What if he kicks you in his sleep?! 3. Can’t stop staring at your sleeping face

ೀ⋆ It was the most anxious sleepover to him BUT you know after rain rainbow comes.

Stan Marsh

✧ Stan had this planned out for months.

✧ He carefully planned each step like the “master mind” he is. He totally sucks at it but eh

✧ First he will impress you with his guitar skills then ask you to come over to his place for a sleepover.

✧ It was a solid plan until he almost puked out of nervousness.

✧ But things did work out in Stans favour nonetheless!

✧ This loverboy was over the moon that you agreed and went out to buy all the snacks in the world with his pocket money.

✧ Not to mention he brushed his teeth 12 times because you guys w-will..will kiss..such a blasphemy..!

✧ Stan also made a very romantic questionable playlist.

✧ “You deserve better.” - Shelley

✧ When night fell Stan and you found yourself under the covers.

✧ Sleepy but still talking. Too invested in the conversation but too sleepy to continue..

✧ The problems solution was a sweet kiss and a even sweeter goodnight bidding.

Kenny Mccormick

৻ꪆ Kenny was thrilled to have a sleepover with you.

৻ꪆ Finally he was going to see what your room looks like!

৻ꪆ Asking him to come over wasn’t hard at all, you just asked as someone would do normally and Kenny cut you off saying yes. If it was a comic it would definitely have big “!!!” marks at the end.

৻ꪆ When he did arrive at your place y’all did the casual things. Watching TV together, snuggling under the covers, Kenny chasing you to tickle your sensitive spots—

৻ꪆ Yea you heard me ladies, gentlemen and non-binary sillies, Kenny chased you till you were breathless only to trap you underneath him.

৻ꪆ For some tickles. You had to cry and beg for release!

৻ꪆ When night began its reign Kenny became more quirky.

৻ꪆ He would always steal kisses or his hands would wande—ahem Kenny Im trying to keep this family friendly.

৻ꪆ Anyway! Kenny is the best cuddle buddy out there if you are cold he will pull you closer to himself, if you are hot he will loosen his arms.

৻ꪆ If Kenny happened to be awake later on his thought could begin to wander to more evil places.

৻ꪆ But he wouldn’t do that to his darling..

৻ꪆ Until you woke up funny shapes drawn all over your face.

#south park #south park x reader #kyle broflovski headcanons #kyle broflovski x reader #kyle x reader #kyle broflovski #south park kyle #stan marsh #stan marsh x reader #south park stan marsh #stan marsh headcanons #kenny mcormick headcanons #kenny mcormick x reader #kenny mccormick #south park kenny #south park x you #south park x y/n

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starkspondwater · 2 months ago

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Peer Pressure- Kyle Broflovski x Shy!Reader (fluff)

Part 1 x, Part 2 x, Part 3 x

Summary: You and Kyle have been going steady for a while, and it's been wonderful. But it seems like everyone else is doing much more than you two, is that a problem?

A/n: I originally wasn't going to write more for this series but had a wonderful request to continue it from @gaaraismyboyfriend! I wanted to time skip a bit since they're kind of already established. I also may have written this to make up for my own shitty boyfriends in hs

Warnings: none? Mention of sex and tits I guess but not smut.

Kyle was the perfect boyfriend. You were absolutely, without a doubt, sure of that.

It had been months of sweet dates, long walks, study sessions, and visits to the local park. Three lovely months where you got to know him, everything that made him the boy that gave you butterflies and so much more.

Kindness seemed to radiate from him when it came to you, always checking in and ensuring that you were doing alright. He was sweet and polite at first, just as nervous and tentative as you were, but over time began to show some of his silliness, cracking you open and loosening you up.

Small, stolen moments, a brush of the lips between classes, kisses shared grew between the two of you as you found comfort in one another. Back then you had never once imagined the two of you tangled onto his bed, lips and tongues seeking solace with each other. Of course, you still became embarrassed as whimpers and other sounds made their way out of your mouth, but Kyle only seemed to love them, pushing harder against your lips.

There was something about the way he looked at you when he pulled away, the need to breathe becoming too great to ignore. Green eyes intensely peering at you, taking in every inch of your face, so filled with affection that you felt nothing but warmth bloom.

Unfortunately, these sessions never lasted long. Steps stomp up the stairs eventually banging into Kyle’s room, revealing Ike Broflovski equipped with a wide grin.

“Ike! Out!” Kyle was always exasperated with the kid. From weird new slang to just being an annoying little boy in general, he was always at his limit. He had often told you how Ike was lucky he had you as otherwise he’d resurrect his little game of ‘don’t kick the baby.’

“Sheesh, no need to be so quick!” with a wicked glint in his eyes, Ike laughed. “It’s not like you’re getting any anyway, loser!” Slapping the door he left, leaving Kyle to flip the bird at empty space. The whole interaction wasn’t unusual, as you came to find out. It honestly would've been funny had you not already had that particular activity on your mind.

The more you got to know Kyle, the more you spent time with him, the more you were aware that he was a boy. The smell, the voice, his laughter, these things you had already known about, but always being in close proximity to him made them more distracting.

You had heard girls in Gym talking about boyfriends and hookups, giggling filling the locker room. Stories of steamy nights in cars and love filled rendezvous had you blushing into your own little locker, little ears listening eagerly. Boys, from their talks, always seemed interested in one thing for the most part - sex. The thought of that terrified you.

The past few weeks, the idea of it had been bouncing around in your head. Was Kyle thinking about that sort of thing? Has he already done that? What if you weren’t ready? It went on and on, filling your brain with anxiety.

Kyle never once pushed you. Never asked for anything more, or tried to sneakily maneuver his hands anywhere else. Even in the middle of making out, his hands stayed respectful, not once straying from your hips or face. You had no issue with that at all, but a small part of you wondered if maybe he did want those sorts of things…just not with you.

___

“...and then she flashed me those nipple rings!” Kenny held up his hands, mimicking a camera shot. “I’m telling you boys, it was bee-aye-yew-ti-full!”

“I a-a-always wondered if that w-was true or just a rumor,” Jimmy snickered. “Gotta say, you are a l-l-lucky man, Ken.”

“What can I say, tits love me!”

Kyle laughed with the rest of them, shaking his head at his close friend’s antics. Kenny’s storytelling was always prime entertainment. Out of all the guys, he seemed to have the most stories to tell, each different and full of excitement. Feeling a nudge to his side, Kyle turned.

“So, what about you and your girl, Broflovski? You’ve been going for a while now, I assume you’ve copped a feel or two.” Clyde winked at the redhead.

“Nah, we’ve been taking it slow,” which Kyle had no issue with. Once he really met you, not just the cute little version of you that gained his interest, he was hooked. Line and sinker. Hell, probably the whole boat too.

“Really? Like not even second base?” Kenny chimed in. The rest of the guys leaned in, eyes on Kyle.

“Second base? What is this, 6th grade?” Kyle gave him an incredulous look. “And you guys know her, she’s a little shy. I don’t want to rush her or anything.”

“If she’s giving you blue balls, I know Nelly’s blind enough to let you take her out.” Cartman’s voice grated his ears, anger instantaneously blossoming.

“Shut your goddamn mouth, fat ass! I don’t have blue balls!” Stan was up in a matter of seconds, quick to intervene between the two. “And what we do is none of your business anyway!”

“Hey man, we’re not trying to start anything,” Kenny held up a hand in surrender. “You know Cartman likes to start shit. We’re all good here. Let’s just dial it back a bit. Anyway…Tolkein, how’s that one gig going?”

With the subject change, Kyle’s rage simmered. It was just like Cartman to do this, as he did with every little relationship he had growing up. Well, he liked his relationship with you just fine, he didn’t need anyone, much less fat boy, nitpicking it.

Kyle could admit that he wanted to do more with you, he was a teenage boy after all. You were soft and fit so wonderfully into him that it would be impossible not to wonder about what more you both could do. He knew exactly all the things he’d like to do, that is. However, at the end of the day he was just happy to be around you. That in and of itself made him feel luckier than any other boy at that table.

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“Are you alright?” The worried tone Kyle’s voice took on had you quickly looking up at him.

“Of course, why?” You knew you had been a little off lately, but around Kyle you tried your hardest to hide it. You thought you had even been doing a good job of it until now.

“Just…if something was wrong, you’d tell me?” A featherlight touch on your shoulder guided you into his bedroom as he talked.

“Of course I would.” looking into his eyes you felt nervous. Here he was being so sweet and attentive, and you couldn’t even talk to him properly about this one thing. The worry that had cemented itself inside your heart kept growing and growing, and it was getting harder to ignore.

It took no time at all for you two to tangle together, lips moving and hearts beating together. Normally your head felt fuzzy during this, the whole world going out of focus as you lost yourself in everything that was Kyle, but today you could only focus on his still hand at your hip. As if he could sense the change in you, Kyle pulled back.

“Are you sure nothing is wrong?” He squeezed your hip lightly before you felt his thumb rubbing soothing circles. “You know you can tell me anything right? You can trust me.”

You bit your lip, thinking about the weight that had been building in your chest for weeks. Hesitantly, you asked the one question that continuously had been on your mind.

“Do you…Do you not want to have sex with me?” Kyle’s eyes shot wide open.

“What do you mean? Why on earth would you even think that?” In one motion, Kyle had you both upright once more.

“It’s just, you never really push for more…I thought that meant that you…” You could feel your throat closing, emotions choking your words.

“You thought I didn’t want to.” He finished for you. With a sigh, Kyle thought for a moment. “Is that something you want to do? Because I was under the impression you were more comfortable taking things slow.”

You glanced away as heat erupted on your face. Just bringing up the subject itself made you feel strange, and to actually talk about it was worse! Gentle hands cradle your head, bringing your gaze back up.

“You know I’m fine with that, yes? I’ll go any speed you need here. I don’t care how quickly we do things, or how far we go.” Green eyes searched yours for a second, as though gauging your reaction. “I’ll tell you right now, it’s not that I don’t want to do anything, because my god I do. Please don’t doubt that. But I need you to be comfortable with the steps we take.”

“I’m not very experienced Kyle, with anything. You were my first kiss, you know?”

“Neither am I! I haven’t done much more than this.” Kyle smiled, lightly caressing your cheeks. “We can take those steps together when you’re ready. I’m not going anywhere. I just want you.” A small kiss to your nose punctuated his sentence as he finally let go of your face.

A slam of the door alerted you to the arrival of Ike, his feet already stomping up the stairs. Kyle reached over, grabbing both of your backpacks and bringing them close as he resettled himself on the bed.

“Well, it’s about time we actually do that homework,” he chuckled, looking back at you. “Are we okay?”

Everything from the past weeks seemed to melt away, making way for relief. Kyle just had a way of making you feel seen and cared for, making you feel safe. You loved him, truly loved him, and were falling more and more every time he spoke.

“I love you.” Those three words slipped past your lips before you could stop them. Kyle’s eyes were on you, wide in surprise before a grin began to overtake his features. Quick as a whip he pulled you over to him, arms wrapped around you nice and snug. Pressing his lips to your hair, he inhaled.

“I love you, so so much.” Pressing another kiss onto you, he laughed. “I’ve been thinking it for a while, but thought you might find it too soon.”

“Really?” You strained to look up at him from your position on his chest.

“Really really. Stan’s been teasing me about it for weeks.” He recalled Stan walking in on him scrolling through photos of the two of you on his phone. Kyle had been so captivated he didn’t even notice the boy looking right over his shoulder until Stan loudly proclaimed that he was ‘whipped.’

“I mean…is it too soon, you think?”

“Nuh uh, we already said it, and I plan on saying it every moment I can.” Kyle smirked to himself a bit, knowing how flustered you could get. “Starting now. I love you, I love you, I-”

“Kyle!” You buried your head into his chest, hiding the flush against him.

“This is so goddamn gay you guys.” Ike lightly kicked open the door, a bag of chips crinkling in his hands.

“Ike! Out now! You should be thankful I can’t get to you you little-” Kyle jolted a bit but stayed where he was, hands cradling your sides.

You couldn’t help but laugh at the whole situation. Oh how lucky you felt at this moment, even with this small interruption.

#kyle broflovksi x you #kyle broflovski x y/n #kyle broflovski x reader #south park x reader #south park fanfiction #south park x you #south park x y/n #slightly self indulgent because I had some shitty bfs in hs

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hunnysnoops · 10 months ago

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˗ˋ𝕎𝕙𝕚𝕥𝕖 𝕋𝕖𝕖𝕥𝕙 𝕋𝕖𝕖𝕟𝕤ˊ˗

Chapter Eleven:Sleeping Lessons

Kyle Broflovski x fem reader

So enlist every ounce of your bright blood and off with their heads. Jump off the hook. You're not obliged to swallow anything that you despise.

Also available on Ao3 and Wattpad!

Premise: Despite churning feelings, you're stuck with the lingering presence of the one person you want to keep at a distance. You're drawn achingly close during the annual family camping trip.

Warnings: crude language and humour / suggestive? Perhaps? Maybe Idk / marijuana usage

MASTERLIST

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While the others fight over setting up tents and who's sleeping where you find a secluded spot by the lake, away from the noise of your family. The sun is already high, casting a golden hue over everything. You lay your towel down on the warm sand and carefully apply sunscreen, feeling the cool lotion on your skin. The sun's rays are strong, and you can already feel the heat swallowing you.

As you settle onto your towel, the sand beneath it moulds to your body, offering a surprisingly comfortable spot. You close your eyes, letting the warmth seep into your skin. The sounds of nature surround you: the gentle lapping of the lake water, the rustling of leaves in the breeze, and the distant chatter of birds. It all blends into a soothing symphony that relaxes you.

You stretch out, feeling the sun's embrace intensify. The heat feels good, a stark contrast to the coolness of the lake water you plan to dip into later. You adjust your sunglasses and tilt your head back, exposing more of your face to the sun. The warmth is like a blanket, making you feel drowsy and content.

It wasn't often you spent time in nature, the last time you had truly been in it, Kyle almost died and you threw up. You didn't care to spend more time around both of your families, you were fine laying by the lake for the next couple of days while your brother and Ike scaled around the campsite and threw worms at each other.

Maybe you did need a reset. Somewhere there was no service and you could be alone for a while was ideal except you weren't alone, there was always that godforsaken freckled face that popped back into your head.

Your thoughts inevitably drift to Kyle, and you can't help but wonder what he's doing right now. You scold yourself for thinking about him again, reminding yourself that this is your time to relax. But it's hard to ignore the fluttering in your chest whenever you picture his smile and you want to kill yourself for it.

You shift slightly, turning onto your stomach, and prop yourself up on your elbows. The sun warms your back, and you feel every muscle relax under its soothing touch. You let your fingers play in the sand, drawing little patterns absentmindedly.

The lake glistens under the sun, the water sparkling like a sea of diamonds. A light breeze ruffles your hair, and you breathe in deeply, enjoying the fresh, clean scent of nature. You glance around, ensuring you're still alone, and allow yourself a small smile. This is perfect for you, the sun, and the tranquillity of the lake.

You roll over again, this time lying on your back. You stretch your arms above your head, feeling the stretch in your muscles. The sun is relentless, and you can feel your skin absorbing its warmth. You close your eyes, listening to the rhythmic sounds of the lake, and try to clear your mind.

Just as you're starting to drift into a light doze, you hear footsteps approaching. You keep your eyes closed, hoping whoever it is will pass by without disturbing you. But then, you hear that familiar voice.

"Hey, is it cool if I swim?"

Your eyes snap open, and there he is- Kyle, standing with his towel slung over his shoulder, his hair slightly tousled by the breeze. Your heart skips a beat, and you force yourself to act naturally.

"I don't care," you say, hoping your voice sounds more casual than you feel.

"You coming in?"

You shake your head, trying to sound nonchalant. "Maybe later. I'm just going to stay here for a bit."

"Suit yourself," he says with a shrug, and heads towards the water.

You try to keep your eyes focused on the lake's horizon, the distant mountains, or the occasional boat drifting by. Anything but Kyle. But it's difficult not to steal a glance at him, especially when you hear the splash as he dives in. You can't resist. You turn your head slightly and see him emerge from the water, shaking his hair and looking effortlessly cool.

You scold yourself and look away quickly, but the image of Kyle, droplets of water glistening on his skin, is now etched in your mind. You try to distract yourself by adjusting your towel and applying more sunscreen, but your thoughts keep shifting back to him.

Curiosity gets the better of you, and you find yourself peeking at him again. This time, he's swimming towards the shore, his strokes strong and smooth. As he gets closer, you quickly avert your gaze, staring determinedly at the sky.

But your eyes betray you once more. You catch yourself staring at him, watching as he wades through the shallow water and walks back onto the shore, water dripping off his body. The sun catches the droplets, making them sparkle like tiny crystals on his skin. He runs a hand through his wet hair, pushing it back from his face.

Your cheeks feel warm, and you hope the sun can be blamed for the redness. You turn on your side, trying to hide your face, but you can feel the heat of your flush spreading. Kyle, thankfully oblivious, picks up his towel and starts drying off.

You bury your face in your arms, willing your heart to stop racing. The effort to appear unaffected is exhausting, and you can't help but wish, just for a moment, that Kyle would notice you the way you notice him. But for now, you'll keep pretending, hoping he doesn't catch you staring again.

You try to distract yourself, but your eyes keep going back to Kyle, you're even irritating yourself. His muscles flex as he dries off, each movement drawing your gaze like a magnet. You can see the way his shoulders and arms move with effortless strength, and you can't help but admire the definition in his chest and abs. The sun glints off his damp skin, highlighting every curve and contour.

You feel your cheeks flush even more as you catch yourself staring. You quickly look away, but it's too late. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Kyle glancing your way, a curious expression on his face. He's about to say something, his mouth opening slightly, and your heart leaps into your throat.

Just then, the sound of laughter and pounding footsteps draws both your attention. Weston and Ike come barreling down the beach, shouting and laughing. They barely pause as they run past you and Kyle, charging straight into the lake with little giggles escaping from their lips.

"Watch out, watch out!" Weston yells, jetting down the dock and cannonballing into the water, inches away from Ike. You can hear that painful slap of water against the skin as he hits the lake, the surface. Already, you know that his sunburn is going to be aching in mere hours.

Ike opens his mouth, cackling as Weston brings himself back up to the surface in painful gasps, one hand bracing his back where skin peels from his burn. "Dude, that was awesome!"

"I know!" He shakes off the pain and gives Ike a firm and brisk high five.

"Oh god," Kyle mutters, watching the two go back and forth in jumping from the dock "Those two were made for each other."

You hadn't even been paying attention to what he was saying, you were distracted by his smile. It's the kind of smile that reaches his eyes, crinkling them at the corners and lighting up his entire face. Quickly you scramble for something to say and pray that it makes sense in the context "A fish is going to crawl up your penis."

"What?" His smile drops and he turns to look at you, eyebrows drawn together.

"I saw it once on monsters inside me, a fish parasite thing wiggled its way into some guy's dick hole and he almost died," You tell him, leaning back like this statement made you seem cool.

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

"The Amazon penis fish."

"Well this is a lake in Colorado, I think I'm fine and you're fucking insane," There's a sting of animosity in his voice but you can see that familiar glint of amusement in his hazel eyes.

"Yeah? Well, have fun, some fish is probably twiddling your balls as we speak."

Weston pulls himself back up to the dock "Hey!" He calls over to you and Kyle, when he doesn't catch your attention he speaks again "Hey, watch me do a backflip or you're gay!" With that Weston turns his back to the lake and preps himself to do a flip.

Weston takes a deep breath, then bends his knees and launches himself into the air. For a split second, it looks like he might actually pull it off. But then, his rotation slows, and you realize with a sinking feeling that he's not going to make it.

Time seems to slow as Weston flails mid-air, his arms windmilling in a desperate attempt to right himself. You hear Ike's excited cheers turn into a gasp, and you hold your breath, hoping for a soft landing.

Instead of slipping into the water, his head smacks against the dock before his burnt back slaps on the surface of the water. The lake's surface ripples outwards, and for a moment, there's an eerie silence.

"Oh my god!" You shriek, immediately pushing yourself off the shore and rushing into the water, panic seeping into your veins. Just as you're waist deep into the water, Weston resurfaces.

"That hurt like a fucking bitch!" he calls out, wincing a little but clearly more embarrassed than hurt.

"Thank god you have enough brain damage this won't make a difference," You can feel yourself slump with relief. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, man," He says, rubbing the back of his head where he hit it "Don't have a bitch fit."

Your face quickly drops from concern into unamusement "Watch it, shrimp, I will slam your head against that dock eight more times if you say that again."

"Okay, okay," He raises his hands in defence "I'm sorry."

"Seriously," You hold your hands out gesturing for Weston to come closer "Let me see your head."

"No way, blud."

"Don't call me blud and let me see your head," When Weston slinks away once more, you reach forward and snatch him, putting him in a headlock while you examine the back of his head for some sort of threatening injury.

"Ah, let go!" He thrashes, kicking the water helplessly but it's futile.

"Say, uncle!" You shout.

"No way!" He grabs your wrists trying to pry you off.

"Say it!"

After a little back and forth of Weston trying to squirm away from your headlock and you refusing to let up, he finally forfeits, tapping your arm "Uncle!" He says, at last, taking in a large gulp of air the moment you release him. "Yeah, whatever man," He gives you the stink eye, looking away before an idea strikes him and he whips back around to look at you "Let's play chicken!"

"What?"

He ignores you, looking past you and flagging down Kyle "Kyle, let's play chicken!"

Kyle tossed his towel back down, drying off was futile as he headed straight back for the water. "Weston, you're so heavy now," You groan, head rocking back slightly. Before when you would play chicken with him, he was a string bean little boy, now he was hitting a growth spurt, getting older and eating enough to feed a football team for a fortnight just to keep him energized.

"I'm not gonna be your partner anyway," He says, smugly.

"Wait, what?" You ask "You're going with Kyle?"

Weston shakes his head, slinging an arm around his best friend "Me and Ike are going to clear."

"No, you're not," You almost laugh.

"We so are," Ike adds.

"Are you serious?"

"Yeah, we'll win."

"You two are like ninety pounds combined."

"You wish," Your brother scoffs.

"Okay Twinkle-Toes, you and your dainty little boyfriend want to go against me and his 6'4 brother?" You ask with an eyebrow quirked and Weston nods "Yeah, seems fair."

You hesitate, the thought of playing such a close-contact game with Kyle makes your heart race. But the boys are relentless, already pairing off—Weston climbing onto Ike's shoulders.

"Please?" Weston pleads, looking at you with wide, hopeful eyes.

"Are you guys sure?" Kyle asks from behind you, he was also in the boat this wouldn't be fair for the scraggly boys.

"Yes, we've been practicing!"

"Practicing chicken?" You almost wrinkle your nose "Shouldn't you be talking to girls and learning how to shave or something?"

"They don't have anything to shave," Kyle teases.

"Uh, we totally do," Ike retorts "I got a stache coming in."

"What? Let me see that," Kyle gestures for Ike to lean in closer, when he does Kyle leans in with narrowed eyebrows like he's inspecting the peach fuzz before he pinches one of the hairs between two fingers and rips it out.

"Ow!" Ike quickly retracts, one hand protectively covering his upper lip. On his shoulders, Weston wobbles slightly, digging his fingernails into his friend's forehead to keep him stable. Ike cusses, swatting at your brother to move his hands.

"Hurry up!" Weston tries to command you whilst simultaneously trying to situate himself on Ike's shoulders.

Kyle crouches down in the water, offering his hands to help you climb onto his shoulders. "Ready?" he asks, looking up at you.

You hesitate, your mind racing with doubts. "I don't know," you say, chewing on your lower lip. "I'm not sure if I'm light enough."

Kyle laughs softly, shaking his head. "Trust me, you're lighter than you think. Come on, let's give it a try."

"I dunno, I'm too heavy, I'll crush you-

"You won't," He cuts you off "You're fine."

You take a deep breath and nod, placing your hands on his shoulders. He lifts you effortlessly, and you settle onto his shoulders, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath your thighs. For once, you were nervous before a game.

"You okay up there?" Kyle asks, his voice close to your ear, tinged with amusement.

You nod, unable to trust your voice just yet. The view from Kyle's shoulders is unexpectedly thrilling-higher than you anticipated, with a unique vantage point over the lake. You can feel the muscles in his shoulders and back moving beneath your legs.

As you steady yourself, the boys cheer, encouraging Kyle to move closer to the edge of the dock. You glance down at the water below, realizing just how high up you are. The breeze ruffles your hair, and you can't help but grip Kyle's shoulders a little tighter.

"Move away from the dock, you idiots," You wave for the boys to shuffle to the side so your brother doesn't smack his head again.

Weston and Ike face off against you and Kyle, the water around you splashing as the boys get into position. "Ready, set, go!" Ike shouts, and the game begins.

You can visibly see Weston's face drop when he notices the large gap between heights, you and Kyle almost towering over him and Ike. He tries to shove you but his hands end up barely skimming your stomach, you however, knock him off Ike in one light shove to the shoulders he falls back into the water with a splash.

"What the fuck?" Weston resurfaces, brushing his wet hair out of his face. Games were much more matched when it was siblings vs siblings, Weston was taller than Ike which helped to balance out the difference.

"Seriously, watch your language you little fucker," You say, pointedly.

You try to keep your focus, but every time you glance down, you're acutely aware of how close you are to Kyle. His muscles flex beneath you, and you can feel the power in his movements as he supports you. It's both thrilling and distracting.

"Bro, you got this," Ike says to him. Weston nods and they share an odd handshake before Weston climbs back onto his friend's shoulders.

"I don't get it, what's the secret move you've been practicing?" You ask, eyebrows drawn together.

Weston abruptly karate chops you in the gut, not nearly as hard as he intended. You don't do much, just look at his flailing arms trying to hit you. He tries to hit you in the gut again but with one push to his shoulder, he falls with a splash, scowling as Ike tries to catch him.

He coughs up water when he comes back up "How are you doing that?"

"How do you think?" Ike shakes his head at his friend.

"Want to switch teams?" Kyle asks the pair.

"No," Weston says immediately, holding a hand out to Kyle as if to signal stop "We just need to regroup."

"Okay," You tap Kyle on the top of his head "Let me down, I'm heading back to shore while these clowns wrestle each other and call it practice."

Kyle gently lowers you onto the dock. His hands slide down your legs with a feather-light touch, sending a shiver up your spine. As you slip into the water, the coolness creeps up your skin.

You wade back to the shallow end of the lake, feeling the cool water lap at your legs. The boys continue their antics on the dock, but you find a quiet moment to catch your breath.

Kyle follows you, his presence a shadow beside you. You glance at him, and he's already looking your way. You offer a shy smile, brushing a damp strand of hair behind your ear, feeling the warmth of the sun and the lingering flush on your cheeks.

As you settle onto the sandy shore, lying back on your towel, you close your eyes and let the sun's warmth envelop you once more. You can hear the boys laughing and splashing in the distance, but your mind keeps going back to Kyle. The way he looks at you, the sound of his laughter, the feel of his hands steadying you during the game- it's all raw in your head.

Unbeknownst to you, Kyle can't seem to take his eyes off you. He's standing a few feet away, ostensibly watching Ike and Weston, but his gaze keeps roaming back to where you lie in the sun. His expression softens as he takes in the sight of you, relaxed and content, your skin glowing in the golden light.

Kyle tries to focus on the boys' antics, but it proves to be a weak distraction. He notices the way your hair catches the sunlight, the curve of your smile, the way your eyes light up when you laugh. He watches as you absentmindedly hum along to whatever song is stuck in your head.

He notices the gentle curve of your smile as you glance back at him, your eyes reflecting the colours of the lake and the sky. Your figure, moving gracefully in your swimsuit cover-up, seems to glide effortlessly. Kyle is mesmerized by your presence, struck by how effortlessly you captivate him.

Lost in admiration, Kyle follows you with his gaze, taking in every detail—the way you adjust your earrings, the way you brush a strand of hair behind your ear. He finds himself captivated by your presence, the way you seem so at ease yet full of life. His heart skips a beat, and he feels an unexpected warmth spread through him. The realization that he's been staring hits him, and he quickly looks away, hoping you didn't notice.

But the draw is too strong, and his eyes find their way back to you. He watches as you adjust your position, stretching out your legs and letting out a contented sigh.

You reach beside you to retrieve a bottle of tanning oil. The sun feels warm and comforting on your skin, and you begin applying the oil to your arms and legs, feeling the slick texture glisten in the sunlight. You had been in your bathing suit around Kyle more times than you could count, why now did you feel so awkward under his eyes?

When you attempt to reach your back, you quickly realize it's going to be a challenge. You twist your arm awkwardly behind you, straining to spread the oil evenly. The more you try, the more you fumble, feeling the bottle slip slightly in your oily hands. "Weston!" You call out, trying to bring your brother over for a little help but he's unresponsive "Weston!"

You crane your neck and see him glance at you before turning away. He looks past Ike at some trees, and before you can call for him again he sticks his middle finger up in your direction and dives into the water.

"Little fucker," You mutter, matching the gesture. "Kyle?" you look up, your voice a mix of anticipation and nervousness.

He turns to you, his smile instant. "Yeah?"

You hold up the bottle of tanning oil, trying to maintain a breezy tone. "Would you mind helping me with this? I can't quite reach my back."

Kyle seems a little caught off guard by the request though he makes an effort not to let his timidness show "Uh, yeah, sure."

As you lie down on your stomach, propping yourself up on your elbows, you feel a flutter of nervous excitement. Kyle kneels beside you, squeezing some oil into his hands and rubbing them together. The warmth of the sun on your skin is nothing compared to the heat you feel from his proximity.

Kyle's hands make contact with your shoulders, and you fight not to shudder under his hands. His touch is gentle but firm as he starts to spread the oil, his fingers gliding over your skin. He works methodically, starting at your shoulders and moving down your back in smooth, even strokes. His hands are warm and sure, yet there's a slight hesitance in his movements as if he's aware of the intimacy of the moment.

"Is this okay?" Kyle asks softly, his voice close to your ear, sending a pleasant shiver down your spine.

You nod, working to keep your voice steady. "Yup."

As Kyle continues, you close your eyes, focusing on the sensation of his hands on your back. Each touch is careful and considerate, his fingers tracing the curve of your shoulder blades, the dip of your spine. You can feel the tension melting away with every stroke, the warmth of his hands spreading through your entire body. The closeness of the moment makes your heart race, and you have to remind yourself to breathe steadily.

Kyle's face is slightly flushed as well, concentrating on the task at hand. He tries to stay focused, but he can't help but notice the smoothness of your skin, the way the sun highlights the delicate contours of your back. His heart beats a little faster with each stroke, feeling the warmth of your skin under his hands.

"There you go," Kyle says finally, his voice breaking the trance. He lingers for a moment, his hands still resting lightly on your back, before he pulls away.

"Hey, do you have a water bottle?" Weston, heavy-breathed and cheeks flushed emerges from the water like a sea creature, wiping snot away from his nose and killing any chemistry immediately. At the sight of your little brother, Kyle stands up, putting distance between you though it doesn't stop Weston from shooting him a dirty glare that goes unnoticed by you.

"Yeah, it's in my bag," You point at the half-opened bag chilling underneath the tree where you had left it so it wouldn't get too hot.

Weston runs over, not before shaking out his wet hair on you like a dog. You aren't focused on your little brother rifling around in your bag like an addict, he lets out a sharp gasp, gathering the bag in its entirety and holding up a bottle of cranberry-apple juice. "Uh, what the sigma bruh."

"You need to get him off the internet," You say immediately, almost instinctually.

"Why do you have a cocktail in your bag?" He asks shaking the bottle and raising a brow. You narrow your eyes reading the label 'Apple-Cranberry Cocktail'. It was clear your not-very-bright brother didn't realize that it was just a bottle of juice but you chose to play along.

"Oh my god," You mutter, feigning shock "Don't tell Mom and Dad-

"Aha!" Weston smiles "Can I have some?"

"I dunno, shrimp, it's pretty strong," You bit back the true fact that cocktail only meant there was added sugar and water mixed in the juice, not alcohol like he was imagining.

"If you don't give the rest to me and Ike I'll tell our parents that you're drinking on the family trip," He says smugly. Behind him, Kyle bites back laughter, catching on to what you were doing.

"Okay, fine!" You raise your hands in defeat "Just don't tell anyone and you have to act sober, promise?"

"Promise," Weston reiterates, he doesn't wait for another word from you before running back down the dock to rehash the last two minutes with Ike. The second he's out of range and no longer paying attention to you and Kyle, you bury your head into your hands, shaking with laughter. Whenever you felt stupid you could rely on your very gullible brother to make you feel brighter.

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As the evening settles into the comforting routine of a camping trip, the crackling fire at the campsite sends soft, dancing shadows across the clearing. The hum of conversation was not quiet in the slightest, Ike and Weston were laughing loudly amongst themselves, the placebo effect was seemingly working and the two really thought they were drunk from the bottle of juice you gave them.

Your parents and his spoke back and forth about the election; dog piling on each other in approval and screaming into their echo chamber. "I know, right?" Sheila says. The wine coolers had made her tongue loose and her accent was now as strong as ever.

Kyle awkwardly fiddled with the cuffs of his flannel. You had taken off before the fire was even lit, informing the group that you would be back shortly but now it had been almost an entire hour and it was like you had disappeared as the sun dipped below the horizon.

"I'll be right back," he tells his parents, receiving a nod of acknowledgment. He stands up, brushing off his jeans, and glances around the circle one last time before stepping into the cool, enveloping darkness of the forest. The transition from the firelit clearing to the shadowy woods is immediate and striking. The air grows cooler, the scent of pine and damp earth more pronounced.

Kyle moves cautiously, his footsteps barely making a sound on the soft forest floor covered in fallen leaves and pine needles. He squints, trying to adjust his eyes to the dim light, using the blue light bouncing off his almost useless phone to steer clear of trees. His senses are heightened, every rustle of leaves and snap of twigs catching his attention. The moonlight filters through the canopy above, casting silvery patches of light that guide his way.

He follows a faint path, one he remembers from earlier explorations. His heart beats a little faster, a mix of worry and anticipation pushing him forward. He stops occasionally, listening intently for any sound that might indicate your presence.

He calls your name softly, not wanting to disturb the tranquil forest more than necessary. His voice seems to vanish into the dense trees, absorbed by the night.

After a few more minutes of walking, he notices a faint, warm glow ahead. He approaches quietly, the glow becoming more defined as he draws nearer. Peering through the trees, he finally spots you, leaning against a sturdy oak, a joint glowing softly between your fingers. The orange ember casts a delicate light on your face, highlighting your features in the serene darkness.

Kyle's chest tightens at the sight of you, standing there alone and seemingly lost in thought. He takes a moment to appreciate the scene, the way the soft light plays across your skin, the contemplative look in your eyes as you exhale a thin stream of smoke. As he draws closer, the smell of marijuana becomes unmistakable.

Gathering his composure, Kyle steps forward, his voice low and gentle to avoid startling you. "Hey."

You turn to look at him, eyes half-lidded and tinged red "Hey, man."

"You okay?"

You nod and offer up a lazy smile, holding the joint out towards him "You don't have to smoke, just know I'm already fried."

Kyle takes it, his touch warm and reassuring. He takes a slow drag, holding it in for a moment before exhaling a thin stream of smoke. He passes it back to you, his eyes meeting yours in the dim light. You hadn't expected him to actually take up your offer.

"Didn't know you were still smoking pot," he says softly, leaning against the tree beside you.

You shrug, taking another drag before handing the joint back to him. "I haven't, most days. Just...sometimes, when I need to think."

Kyle nods, taking another drag. "The woods are a good place for that."

You both fall into silence, the joint passing between you in a relaxed rhythm. The night air is cool, and the sounds of the forest provide a soothing backdrop. The shared act of smoking together feels intimate, a quiet connection that strengthens with each passing moment.

"So why are you out here being all mysterious?" He could tell when it really hit him, that light feeling washing over his body.

"I just can't relax."

"Why?"

"You make me nervous." You take the joint back from Kyle, feeling the warmth from where his fingers touched yours. The joint is almost finished now, just a few more puffs left. You take a slow drag, savouring the earthy, slightly sweet taste before exhaling a thin stream of smoke that mingles with the cool night air. The world seems to slow down around you like every image is moving in frames.

"I make you nervous?" The response wasn't what he was expecting. Did he make you nervous? Since when? Never once had he even heard you utter something similar. "Why?"

You shake your head "Can't say."

"Are you- uncomfortable or something?"

"Nah," You take a moment to gather your jumbled thoughts "This life thing is just complicated."

"We're cool though?" After the concert, he noticed you dodging his messages and calls. He truly thought that he had messed up when he got between you and that guy or maybe he had been too close for comfort and you didn't want to be around him anymore.

"Yeah, we're cool."

You hand the joint back to Kyle, who takes the last drag before stubbing it out against the tree. He tucks the remains away, turning to face you fully. There's a moment of silence, filled with unspoken words and shared understanding. His eyes are soft and sincere, reflecting the moonlight.

The moment stretches, filled with the quiet intensity of your connection. The forest around you seems to fade away, leaving just the two of you in your own private world. Kyle's gaze drifts to your lips, and for a moment, you think he might kiss you or at least you hope he will.

Instead, he raises his hand and lands it firmly on your shoulder, nodding at you like either of you had spoken, eyelids heavy. You match the gesture, planting your hand on his shoulder and nodding until the both of you erupt in giggles at the absurdity of it all.

Your hand on him falters and eventually, you fall into him, shaking with laughter, your elevated state making everything seem far more comedic than it was. Your head presses against his chest as you laugh, we wrap an arm around you, trying to keep himself stable as well with his cackling.

"Okay, okay," You tap his midriff until he releases you, but still you can't control your giggles. "We gotta go back."

Kyle and you walk back to the campfire, the stead of your private moment in the woods still palpable between you. As you approach, you both straighten your posture, trying to appear composed and casual despite the not-so-subtle buzz from the joint. The campfire crackles with renewed intensity, casting flickering shadows across the group gathered around it.

Your parents and Kyle's are engaged in animated conversation, their laughter mingling with the crackling of the fire. You exchange a quick glance with Kyle, a silent agreement passing between you to maintain your composure.

Kyle settles himself onto the log laid out like a bench as Weston and Ike had taken to sitting in your foldable lawn chairs. You sit as well, only you feel too far away from him and awkwardly shuffle down the log until you're inches away from skimming his arm.

It didn't seem like anyone had noticed your return, each of them too wrapped up in their own conversations to care.

The two boys start giggling uncontrollably, exaggerating their movements as they stumble around the edge of the firelight. Weston clutches at his stomach dramatically, while Ike pretends to slur his words, his laughter punctuating his attempts at acting tipsy.

"Dude, I think I've had too much s'mores," Weston declares loudly, leaning against a nearby tree as if struggling to keep his balance.

Ike nods seriously, his voice slightly slurred. "Yeah, me too. I feel like... like I'm floating!"

Their antics draw amused chuckles and gentle admonitions from the adults, who exchange seemingly knowing glances at the boys' playful mimicry. Your parents and Kyle's parents exchange amused glances, trying not to laugh too openly at the boys' antics.

You had forgotten entirely that the two boys thought you had actually given them liquor. They think they're sneaky in passing back the bottle of cranberry-apple juice like it's vodka.

While watching your younger brothers, you and Kyle stifle giggles. "Bruh, stop gooning for my sister," Weston says, pointing an accusatory finger at Kyle, words slurred and one eye slowly twitching.

Both of you were unphased in your state, "You don't even know what that means," You say, crossing your arms. "Mom, your son has brain rot."

"That's why we're out here, reconnecting with nature, Jellybean," She says with a smile, it was clear she was past tipsy as well. Ironically Weston and Ike were the only sober ones in the group.

"Did you hear that, Wes?" You ask "We're reconnecting with nature because you're an idiot with a screen addiction."

"Woah, pump the hate breaks," Your dad cuts in, hands out like he's trying to separate a fight.

"Yeah, pump the hate breaks," Weston repeats, staggering a bit in his step.

Your dad raises an eyebrow at his son, watching as he acts out theatrically how he thinks a drunk person would behave. His eyes narrow in on the bottle in his hand that he holds partially behind his back.

"Hey, give me that," Your dad holds his hand out for the bottle of juice your brothers had been taking little sips from throughout the night. He takes a swig, reading the label and nodding before holding it back out for Weston to take "Yum, who gave you juice?"

Weston glares at you, his face dropping completely once the realization strikes him that he's been swindled. You can see embarrassment flush his face as he immediately goes back to acting how he normally does. He mutters something to Ike who also meets you with a glare before the two call it a night and retreat to their tent- presumably to scheme against you.

The second they're gone, you and Kyle break out in laughter once again. You slump against him, burying your face into your hands as your body convulsed with laughter. Kyle had his elbows on his thighs and dipped his head down, trying to conceal his chuckles.

Your dad pauses his conversation and furrows his eyebrows whilst sniffing the air "Someone's smoking the devil's lettuce," He shakes his head with disapproval "Imagine being out here in all this wilderness and you just can't get off life."

"I know, so sad," You concur, nodding your head and stifling your smile. You were thankful that they were too drunk to realize you were high.

"Look at you two," Your dad gestures at you and Kyle "This is what I'm talking about, just two straight-edge kids enjoying life and managing to overcome their rivalry," His voice cracks and for a moment you think he might cry.

"So sweet," Your mom pouts, placing one hand on your dad's shoulder.

"That's an awesome jacket, Gerald," You say with a dazed smile, unintentionally ignoring your parents remarks "You must have a good heart."

He looks down at his corduroy jacket before looking back up at you with sincere eyes, placing a hand on his heart while his other cradles a white claw "Thank you."

Your thoughts drift again like they were moving at a mile a minute, you nudge Kyle "Fake boobs are crazy because it's like the nipple is giving you stink eye, am I spitting facts right now?"

"Yes," Kyle exasperated wholeheartedly. He runs his hands down his face "I've been saying that for so long."

"Facts," You nod in contentment. "Look, a shooting star," You point towards the sky, finger following a white blur moving through the inky darkness.

"That's a plane."

"Ah, I see," You say.

"How's Bebe holding up?" He tilts his head to look at you.

"Fine," You shrug.

"With her dog and everything?"

"Bebe doesn't have a dog," It takes you a moment

"What?" His eyebrows furrow "Why did you say her dog got put down when I called you last week?"

"That's redacted," You draw out, turning your gaze to the blazing fire in front of you.

"What's going on with you?"

"What's going on with you?" You counter his question. Silence stretches between you as Kyle's gaze drills into the side of your head, unwavering from you. "Sorry for being weird," You mutter.

He shakes his head "You're always weird."

"That's why you like me."

It takes a beat but a small smile forms on his lips, "Yeah, it is."

"What if I said I was lesbian?" You ask, shifting the mood.

"Are you?"

"No but what if."

He shrugs "I dunno, I don't think I would care."

"Mhm," You mentally take down his answer.

You jolt when you feel a pair of arms wrap around you from behind, settling only when you smell your mom's familiar perfume and the wine on her breath. She rocks you side to side slightly, kissing the top of your head "I love you so so much, Jellybean."

"Love you too, Mom," You smile, giving her a little pat on the arm.

"And I love you most," Your dad cuts into the moment between you and your mother "And I love you too Kyle," He points at the ginger boy beside you who squirms awkwardly under his drowsy stare. "Beautiful children."

"You've drunk too much," You say bluntly.

"That I have," Your dad agrees "That's why we're hitting the hay, goodnight, Jellybean, and Kyle, Gerald, and Sheila. We're having oatmeal in the morning," He announces at last before disappearing into the darkness without your mother.

Your mom slings an arm around Kyle as well, Drawing the three of you in close with a squeeze. She finally lets go, kissing the top of your head once more "Goodnight my gorgeous babies."

Sheila comes around to give both you and Kyle a brief drunken hug before retreating to her tent whilst Gerald settles for ruffling your hair. "Put the fire out, remember what Smokey the Bear said." He tells you, following his wife and leaving you and Kyle alone in front of the dying fire.

You and Kyle settle into silence, for once it isn't uncomfortable, you don't feel the urge to rush and fill the stillness. You soak into the quiet like a warm bath of security, his steady breathing beside you and eyes absentmindedly studying each of your features.

The weed left you both in a state of blissful relaxation, your senses heightened and laughter lingering.

You rise to your feet, feeling an inescapable urge and carrying way more confidence than you're used to. The flames of the bonfire flicker and dance, casting a glow over you and shadows to the trees surrounding the little clearing.

You turn to Kyle who is still seated, watching you with his imploring eyes, reflecting the firelight. "Let's dance," You hold out your hand expectantly.

He shakes his head, a shy smile plays on his lips "I don't know if that's a good idea."

"C'mon, it's like your stupid fucking TikTok dances."

"You love my stupid fucking TikTok dances."

"I guess," You shrug, smiling wide. Undeterred, you take a step forward "Please? just for a minute, we're high, it's fun."

Kyle hesitates for a moment, then slowly reaches out to take your hand. You pull him to his feet, feeling a little pang of victory at the fact you had coerced him into standing in front of you. With no music to guide you, you hum sloppily, muttering some lyrics while skipping others to a song both of you are familiar with.

You start to sway, your body moving in sync with the gentle breeze. Kyle stands stiff and awkward at first, but you gently pull him closer, fingers intertwining with his. Thanks to some herbs in your system, you had shed all of the nervousness that you spent the past week harbouring, you didn't have to act casual, you just were.

You were the one guiding him, your bodies gradually finding a shared rhythm and like that, the initial awkwardness melts away. "I knew you'd be good at this," You say quickly between verses, trying to keep in tune with the song you were mimicking.

The space between you closes and you can feel the warmth of his body against yours. Kyle held you by your waist while your arms hung behind his neck. He could feel the softness of your skin beneath your clothes, fingers sinking into the plush of your midriff.

You spin, your laughter mingling with Kyle's. The little twirl leaves you much more disoriented than intended, Kyle holds his arm out, stopping you from stumbling into the fizzling-out fire.

"And- I forgot the rest of the lyrics," You laugh, plopping yourself down onto the ground, back leaning against the log.

Kyle seats himself next to you as you catch your breath, smiling while heavy pants escape from your lips. You look beside you and find him shamelessly staring at you, his gaze is drowsy and lethargic.

"God, I'm a mess," you run a hand through your hair, feeling the weight of his stare.

"You're glowing!" Kyle smiles brightly, tilting his head as he takes you in, bathed beneath what remains of the bonfire "Seriously, a human halo." You pause, turning to face him. He smiles at you, wholeheartedly and genuinely, you can't help but match it for a brief moment before it slips from your face "Woah."

"What?" You ask.

His eyes fell on your smile, the way you laugh. He was analyzing the upturn of your lips and the smile lines that formed like he was staring into the centre of a thousand suns, he couldn't look away. Kyle was studying the gaps in your teeth like they were the darkness between stars.

"You're weird," You shake your head. Kyle didn't realize that he had gone unresponsive for a minute while he bore his gaze into you and spoke to himself in his head.

Your attention turns to the firepit as the last few embers wade out one by one, smothered in ash. You were left beneath the dark of the sky and the slivers of light that glimmered off stars in the clear summer sky.

"I don't wanna make you nervous," Kyle breaks the silence.

"You're still thinking about that?"

"Yeah," Kyle mutters. It had been nagging at him, your words out in the woods. He never wanted to make you uncomfortable or nervous, he just wanted you to like him so you could keep going for runs and going for drives that led to nowhere.

"Well, I take it back," You announce. "I am super not nervous around you."

"That's good," Kyle can feel relief wash over his tingly limbs "I kinda like you and your stupid jokes," He says, head lulling back "You have some funny ones in there."

You stare at the once brazing firepit, scraping your mind for something to do before the both of you succumb to sleep on an old log. "Wanna go for a swim?"

He raises an eyebrow "Right now?"

"Yes, now," You insist, already feeling the thrill of the idea taking hold "No one's up, it's the perfect time."

Part of Kyle wanted to disagree, to put his foot down and turn in for the night but looking at you beneath the stars he couldn't find the words to tell you no "Alright, let's do it."

You almost let out a shriek of excitement, suddenly feeling wide awake as the two of you weave through the trees and reach the lake.

The surface of it glistens under the moonlight, inviting and serene. Almost like your brother had hours before, you find the elation to run down the dock, shoes slamming against the creaky wood. Kyle is more hesitant, hanging back and watching you halt at the edge.

You stand, the cool night air brushing against your skin as you begin to strip your clothes. It was like a brand new sense of freedom in the act, a liberation that came with shedding your layers and letting the marijuana make the decisions for you. You glance back at Kyle who keeps shooting his head back and forth to be sure there isn't anyone else out there, his paranoia setting in.

Half-naked and exhilarated, you kick your clothing to the side. Backing away from the dock end, you take a deep breath before taking a running start into your leap, screaming as you do so. You were howling like a wolf into the moon that hung high in the sky, casting a silvery light that made the surface of the lake shimmer like a thousand tiny stars.

Moments later, you resurface with laughter, the water is cool and invigorating. "Kyle, come in!"

You wade in the water, waiting for him to appear at the edge of the dock. Surely, there he is, sheepishly stripping down to his boxers and almost painfully obviously avoiding looking in your direction. He gathers himself in a deep breath much like you had though he doesn't flail his arms and legs as he jumps, instead diving gracefully into the water and leaving almost no splash at all.

"Wow," You grin "You should be an Olympian."

"No thanks," He shakes his head like you were offering him the opportunity.

Tilting backwards, you let yourself float on your back, staring up at the stars. As you float in the cool, moonlit water, the tension between you and Kyle becomes almost tangible. The night is quiet, the only sounds are the gentle lapping of the water against your bodies and the distant calls of nocturnal creatures.

Kyle moves through the water with effortless grace, each stroke causing ripples that catch the moonlight and shimmer like liquid silver. You watch him intently, your eyes tracing the flex of his muscles as he swims. His broad shoulders and strong arms cut through the water with a powerful, fluid motion, the play of light and shadow accentuating every curve and contour of his body.

The water clings to his skin, droplets glistening like tiny jewels on his tanned, muscular frame, dotted with freckles like kisses from the sun. As he turns to face you, you catch a glimpse of his chiselled chest and the way the water cascades down in rivulets, highlighting the definition of his abs. The glucose monitor on his left arm. He's breathtaking. You didn't know whether to blame yourself or the weed but you find yourself mesmerized by the sight.

Your mind is a swirl of emotions, the effects of the joint you shared earlier making everything feel heightened and surreal. The warmth of his smile, the intensity of his gaze, the way his body moves with such effortless grace- it all leaves you feeling dazed and confused. You want to look away, to give yourself a moment to collect your thoughts, but you can't. Your eyes are drawn to him, captivated by the magnetic pull of his presence.

Kyle swims closer, the distance between you shrinking with each powerful stroke. You watch the muscles in his back and shoulders flex and contract, the water gliding smoothly over his skin. The moonlight catches in his wet hair, turning it into a halo of silver and gold. He's close now, so close that you can see the droplets of water clinging to his eyelashes, the way his lips curve into a knowing smile.

He finds himself drawn to the small, almost imperceptible details—the way your lips curve into a soft smile as you catch sight of him watching you, the sparkle in your eyes that matches the glittering water around you. He's struck by the way the moonlight highlights the scar on your nose, a feature he finds uniquely beautiful.

Kyle watches as you disappear beneath the water, his heart pounding in anticipation. He can see the faint outline of your form beneath the surface, the moonlight casting ghostly shadows that dance around you. He holds his breath, waiting for you to resurface, feeling a mixture of excitement and curiosity.

Moments later, you break through the surface, water cascading from your hair and shoulders, droplets sparkling like diamonds in the moonlight. You're so close to him now that he can feel the slight disturbance in the water, the warmth of your presence mingling with the coolness of the lake.

Your proximity takes his breath away. The water drips from your face, your eyes shining with reflections off the water. The moonlight catches the droplets on your skin, turning them into a constellation of tiny stars that highlight the natural beauty of your features. Your lips part slightly as if you're about to speak, but the words hang in the air, unspoken.

"Sorry," You huff out between deep breaths, trying to regain the air you missed while submerged.

Just as you're about to put distance between you Kyle moves closer, his eyes never leaving yours. You can see the depth of his feelings in those eyes, a mixture of longing and tenderness that makes your heart quicken. Slowly, he reaches out, his hand cupping your face with a touch so gentle it sends shivers down your spine. His palm is warm against your cool skin, the contrast creating a sensation that anchors you both in the moment.

His thumb begins to move in slow, soothing circles over the small scar on your nose, a faint reminder of the last time the two of you had gotten high and you smashed your nose against his kitchen island. The gesture is so tender, so intimate, that your breath hitches in your throat. A mark you were once self-conscious about, but the way Kyle traces it, you almost feel beautiful.

He murmurs something incoherent to your ears, his voice a soft, hushed whisper that seems to blend with the gentle lapping of the water.

Your heart pounds in your chest, the anticipation and tension between you almost overwhelming. You can feel the heat of his hand against your skin, the steady beat of his heart as he draws closer. His gaze is locked onto yours, his eyes filled with unspoken emotions that leave you feeling exposed and vulnerable.

For a moment, you're certain he's going to kiss you. His lips are so close, his breath warm against your neck, and the world seems to hold its breath, waiting for the inevitable. The thought sends a rush of emotions through you- excitement, fear, longing- all mingling in a whirlwind that makes you dizzy.

But as much as you want this, the intensity of the moment becomes entirely too much. The vulnerability, the closeness, the raw honesty- it all feels overwhelming, amplified by the persisting effects of the joint you shared earlier. The confusion and heightened senses make everything feel too intense, too real.

Without thinking, you duck your head underwater, seeking the cool, quiet refuge beneath the surface. The world above becomes a muted, distant place as you glide through the water, the coolness soothing your racing heart. You can still feel the warmth of Kyle's touch, the residual sensation of his thumb on your scar, but here, beneath the water, it feels more manageable, less overwhelming.

You let the water wrap you like silk. Submerged, you think for a moment that you're making it all up inside your head, you almost wish it was all fake and you had never reached out your hand to share your joint but there he waits for you to come up for air.

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missuswalker · 2 years ago

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Kyle dating hc's pleaaaaase 🧎🏼‍♀️🧎🏼‍♀️🧎🏼‍♀️

meow meow meow 🤭🤭

relationship headcannons || kyle broflovski x fem reader

✮ summary: kyle as your boyfreind ✮ warnings: i was gonna do what i did for the clyde one but changed my mind, so nsfw content, reminder that characters are aged up (i'm too much of a kyle girl to pass up the oppurtunity)

sfw

before ya'll started dating he did your homework for you as a rizz tactic

he thought it would make you want him

turns out you wanted him even before he started doing your homework, so he starts making you do it yourself

but kyle would do anything for you, so if you ask him with that pretty face of yours, he'll do it anyways

ya'll had a long "are we dating are we not phase"

he's been screwed over so many times that he wanted to make sure you were the one

you definitely were

after much convincing from stan and a couple hundred "no balls, you wont"s from cartman, kyle finally asks to be his gee-eff (girlfriend)

over text in your instagram dms

LOOK, HE WAS TOO NERVOUS TO DO IT IN PERSON

he did it very romantically though

loooooooong paragraph about how much he likes you and wants you to be all his

ends it with "And I know you piss me off sometimes, but I think I could really make us work."

as SOON as you say yes

"Come over. You have my address."

anyways, moving on, he acts like he thinks pet names are cringe, but he can't help but call you that goody goody shit like "angel"

do you hear purring? sorry

anyways, he spoils you to death, like what was in my love language hcs

"oh wow that's so cute" "what color do you want it in" "kyle 😟"

loooves when you wear his boxer shorts around his house, he thinks he's THE man when you do

his mom likes to talk to him about embarrassing things in front of you to mess with him

"hi boobala, your spiderman underwear is fresh out of the dryer 🥰" "ma, that's ikes, get out 😡😡😡😨😰"

when you guys cuddle, he puts his hand up your shirt and rubs your back

he has cold ass hands though

kisses the top of your head all the time

he's like 6'2 so if you're shorter than him he's all like "aww elf 😻😻" when in reality he's just tall

nsfw

WOOF WOOF WOOF AWOOOOO

damn

first time he was suuuuuper sweet and gentle

after that he puts his temper into it

its like theres an earth quake from the bed rocking

ike ain't a snitch though 🤐

he is rough, hoowee

grunts, huffs, groans

all the good shit

probably says some good girl shit at some point

if he's actually upset, he rather you take control

lets you do whatever you want and whimpers

he whines yall

but if cartman pissed him off, its not the same

has you in doggy style and goes WILD

he don't care if you're screaming

yeah he does, when he's finished he STRESSES about sheila

"dude, you were fucking rabid, i'm so fucked 😰😰"

sheila side eyes him at breakfast but doesn't say anything

makes gerald give him the talk

gerald makes randy give him the talk

randy informs him of new positions

someone on wattpad said "jew in the streets, freak in the sheets"

#kyle brovlofski #kyle broflovski x reader #kyle broflovski headcanons #south park x reader headcanons #south park x reader #south park #x reader #this was way too long #kyle isnt even my favorite

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garb-rage · 2 years ago

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Going Thrift Shopping with the main 4 (Hcs)

🛼- Summary - Head cannons about your experience thrift shopping with the boys!

- Pairing(s)- (SEPARATE) Kenny McCormick, Kyle Broflovski, Stan Marsh, and Eric Cartman x gn!Reader

🛼- Reader info - gn!reader and established relationship

- Warnings - none! (Unless you count swearing ig lmao)

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🐀 - Kenny McCormick -

He’s so down, he’s SEEN all the ice cold shit you’ve found, and wants in on the action asap

Kenny had known about thrifting for a while, but hadn’t put too much thought into it due to money being tight and all, but according to YOU

“You just have to know where to look”

“Trust me I know a spot” “trust me this is where the heat is”

And trust you he did, because after taking him to some fun spots, there was no going back.

Thrifting buddy 24/7, just LOVES looking at the old clothes and pretending to be an old geezer with you, it makes him giggle

Fr makes up stories about shit he finds, probably forced you to wear it and purposely make you feel silly

“THIS old sweater was worn in the trenches of Mexico alongside my great great grandpa” 💀💀 and it’s a Star Wars T-shirt

Purposely finds good and bad clothes for you and him (he has pretty good fashion sense so you KNOW when hes got a shit eating grin)

If the shop has changing rooms, expect long ass fashion shows, the man spends WAY too much time looking at himself. He probably won’t even buy anything 98% of the time!! He’s just having fun with you!

Honestly, neither of you fucking knew that South Park had so many little shops like that!! Small towns DECEIVE!

The both of you almost always get coffee after a haul, it just feels right

And showing up to Tweek Bros. In the new shirt/sweater/etc, he feels like royalty ngl

Overall Kenny really enjoys the time spent with you, and the small moments between showing each other items or clothes really makes him feel momentarily flushed (he sees this sparkle in your eyes and he can’t help but melt)

Probably calls you a Cougar if you’re wearing something he deems “old” smh 😔

Also expect lots of “this reminded me of you”s and its the ugliest t-shirt you’ve ever seen

🧤 - Kyle Broflovski -

Ok he probably didn’t understand it at first and got kind of worried like

Is this your last resort 😔😔 he wouldn’t mind getting you something nice if you wanted 😔😔😔

You had to explain its a THING for you, like, it’s fun and you can find some pretty cool and cute things if you look hard enough!

Whatever, he wants to join in order to understand, and he surprisingly has good luck with good finds?? You’ll definitely force him to try at least ONE thing

Listen. This boy dresses himself like his mom still picks out his clothes ok. Button-ups, polos, nice jackets, Kyle’s a smartass and he wants to dress the part (😍) so for some reason it’s SO new to him, and he’s worried he’ll find something stupid and he won’t even know

Just wants your approval (he’s a sweaty nerd)

SURPRISINGLY, FINDS THE COOLEST THINGS! EVERY TIME!

Ok not every time but the matching old ass Terrance And Phillip shirts are a huge flex to him so hes happy

You’ll probably buy most of the things he shows you (they become your favorite and you wear them constantly)

Kyle and you are the same.like. “Oh this? Kyle found this necklace when we went thrifting together 🙄🙄”

And he’s constantly letting everyone know “Yeah this is a 1986 original Terrance And Phillip T-shirt matching with my partner 🙄🙄”

Everyone’s sick of it

You’ll go home with him after thrifting and Ike will TOTALLY make fun of you guys

Kyle, poor boy so In love, gets extremely giddy when you’re wearing something he found for you (blushing mess tbh)

Melts even more when you get some old stuffed animal for Ike and Ike ends up ADORING it (bonus brownie points from Sheila and Gerald)

He still doesn’t understand the whole thrift thing, I mean, newer clothes just last longer and fit his style more!! What!!

He enjoys going with you anyways and lovingly watches you get excited over small things like that <3

🎸 - Stan Marsh -

Crazy not so crazy, he’s actually gone a few times, really likes it too if it’s a good day

This, of course, makes you SUPER happy and you’re instantly dragging him to every spot South Park has

When he was with the goth kids, he remembered them talking about it, tried it for himself and was slightly obsessed for a bit

Indifferent about most of it, just likes going for the old band shirts or something with a funny graphic on it

Maybe a jacket or two as well

ACTUALLY he goes insane if there’s a cool looking varsity jacket or some jerseys yet to be worn

Although,,,,,,he has the worst luck with everything he cannot find anything good or something he likes,,,,

It’s either got shit stains or beer stains or god forbid SHARPIE or PAINT like WHY are these here

You gotta step in and hand him some of your luck, he wants his punk rock t-shirts or whatever 🙄 (he’s eternally grateful)

Thinks you look super cute in anything you’ve found, but gets slightly impatient if you’re taking too long in a dressing room or looking In the same section for too long

If there’s a certain band shirt you’re both looking for? He’s going to the ends of the earth (Just in South Park) to find it for you

Naturally, you’ll both have a blast just talking about where things have come from or chuckling over something funny looking

You’ll dress each other up in jackets too big for each other, it’s sweet and innocent 😭😭✊

Shelley caught wind of you two going thrifting every so often, she’ll kick out Stan and just wanna go with you 💀💀

Spoiler alert Shelley has TOO much fun with you and it becomes a thing (much to Stan’s dismay)

You’ll MOST LIKELY find stupid shit with her and constantly “hahaha Stan would look fucking STUPID in this”

“I know right!!”

Randy saw you wearing something you had found with Stan, thought it was Sharon’s for a while and was super confused 🤨🤨🤨

Overall, super fun chill time with the Marsh boy you love him, go get Ice cream with him after a haul ✊✊

🦝 - Eric Cartman -

“What the fuck are you wearing”

“It’s a cardigan I found doesn’t it look good!”

“Found where 💀💀💀”

ALSO DIDNT understand it and probably heard “shoplifting” instead of the former

You have to FORCE him to join you tbh and he suggested robbing Stan’s mom would get the job done faster, whatever

Pretends to be SUUUUPER bored and uninterested, like ugh he’s shopping? Says it’s totally gay

(SECRETLY LOVES SEEING YOU HAPPY 🥶)

Probably wouldn’t look around, just tag along while pretending to hate the entire experience (you know he doesn’t, you see his eyes go towards cool looking things in the shops)

Gets pretty impatient if he’s somewhere for too long, unless you REALLY beg him and find something that “meets his standards”

HATED thrifting until you found him a shirt without sleeves, looked corny as hell, had some bootleg graphic and inspirational quote and shit

Eric FELL IN LOVE WITH IT 😭😭 it showed off his muscles of course

You just HAD to get it for him, doesn’t stop wearing it, claims he found it until you give him the side eye

“We found it together 😍🙏”

“🤨”

You won’t go as often with him, but when you do (and when he’s not bitching about how boring it is), it’s actually a really fun time and he’ll make you crack tf up with snarky comments about things

He’s rude-funny and you are in love with it, especially when it’s towards something you like, you KNOW he doesn’t mean that bs towards you

Liane just HAD to mention that thrifting gets quite a lot of business in South Park, his con-man instincts went wild

Eric just wanted to start a business with you!! Resell items and clothes as if they were worth it! (They are not) fake stories galore!

Stop him before it’s too late please

DAMN WRITING FOR THEM HIS DIFFICULT, HOPE ITS IN CHARACTER, FIRST POST YALL 💀🙏

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lost-walmartbag · 2 years ago

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brook1yn-baby · 2 years ago

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all mine

main 4 dating hcs <3

characters; kyle broflovski, stan marsh, kenny mccormick, eric cartman x gender-neutral reader

warnings; just a smidge of smut :3

a/n; first actual post 😱 also theyre like 18/19 in this

kyle broflovski:

he’s absolutely lovesick.

bro wrote and performed a love song for rebecca when he was in 3rd grade

you can be damn sure he’s doing that and more for you

only in private though, not big on pda, especially when you’re around his friends

you both know how much he likes you, so he doesn’t feel the need to put on a show when you’re in public

he’ll sling a loose arm around your shoulders while he’s talking to the guys or sit next to you during lunch, little things that tell you he’s still yours

his jealousy does sometimes get the better of him though

probably a little insecure in the relationship, scared he’s gonna lose you to cartman like he did with heidi

one time the five of you were at a party and kyle started squaring up to guy who’d asked you if you were single

sorta gave you the ick but he made up for it by walking you home, giving you a tipsy goodnight kiss and a lopsided grin before stumbling over your porch steps and heading back to stan’s place, the other guys having to hold him up the whole way there

that was the first and last time you’d seen him drink

after you told him about his attempt to fight some random guy, he decided that it’d probably be better for everyone if he stuck to being the designated driver

oh and he loves how close you are with his family

the first time he invited you over for dinner, he was terrified about his parents embarrassing him

almost cancelled when his mom wouldn’t stop saying that her ‘little bubaleh’ was in love

still, you managed to charm them the whole night, asking questions about gerald’s job and helping sheila clean up after dinner, even enduring ike’s constant questioning about if you and kyle were gonna get married

that’s when he knew he’d found the right one

definitely ended the night with your guys’ first kiss <3

stan marsh:

i’m gonna be honest he’s a fucking loser

definitely not the most attentive boyfriend you’ve ever had, but probably the best you were gonna get in south park

it’s a small town and options are slim, so you often had to give stan the benefit of the doubt

absolutely terrible at replying to messages

if you two aren’t physically together, you probably don’t talk

luckily for you, he’s a whiny bitch and will most definitely complain when he’s not with you

meaning most of your free time is spent at his house, listening as he practices guitar, playing video games or just laying in his arms

you could go to his and just nap the whole time and he’d still be happier than if you weren’t with him

you know his relationship with his dad isn’t the best, so you have to be prepared for many late-night ‘can i come over’ texts

most of the time it’s because randy’s drunk or just being a dick and he can’t stand to be around him

and obviously, you’re his safe place

sometimes though, his messages are a little less innocent

he’s a teenage boy at the end of the day, and he has needs

(as do you ;))

you and stan have a pretty stable relationship in comparison to him and wendy, but there’s been times when you two had to go on a break

whether it’s because of his constant need to be around you or his drinking, sometimes you just needed space

you and shelley def complain about him together when you’re on a break

she’s a couple years older but she gets it better than anyone

her own relationship was pretty rocky too, so it was nice to just vent to eachother, probably with a bottle of wine and takeout

it was probably a little weird that you still hung out with his sister when you and him were on a break, but you honestly didn’t care

you and stan never stay broken up for long though, the both of you eventually crawling back

maybe it was a little toxic, maybe you knew it wasn’t really gonna last, but for now, you had him and he had you

that’s all that mattered <3

kenny mccormick:

good old kenny mcwhoremick.

despite the rumours of his promiscuous lifestyle, his body count was actually significantly lower than you expected

not that you cared; you were actually quite happy that he was so experienced- not many boys your age knew how to pleasure both themselves and their partner

he wasn’t just great in bed, either

he’s quick to fall for you, infatuated with you after just a few meetings

immediately takes on a sort of caring role in the relationship, definitely protective, similarly to how he looks after karen

it was nice to have someone so doting, though you had to remind him a few times that you could take care of yourself

he simply shakes his head, stubborn as ever

speaking of karen, you adored her

anytime kenny invited you to his house, you spent most of your time playing dolls with her or letting her do your hair

he loved how motherly you acted towards her

probably got him thinking about starting a family with you tbh

he absolutely loves showing you off, be it with pda, on social media, whatever

you were his and he wanted everyone to know

definitely has a highlight on insta dedicated to photos of you, and a playlist of songs that remind him of you

(also of songs that he’d thought about fucking you to)

though you do spend lots of time at his house now, he was really against the idea when you first started dating

you’d suggest watching a movie at his place and he’d come up with some excuse to do it at yours instead

it wasn’t that he didn’t want to spend time with you, he was just embarrassed of where he lived after years of teasing from the other boys

one day you decided to show up out of the blue, wanting to surprise him for his birthday with presents

he’s gobsmacked when he opens the door, quickly trying to divert your attention away from the mess in his living room, his parents passed out on the couch

you reassure him that you don’t mind, asking if he wanted you to go; you really wanted to stay and see his reactions to your gifts, but you weren’t going to push him if he was uncomfortable

he was relieved when you said you didn’t mind, finally inviting you in

it was the first time he’d let a partner into his house which was terrifying in itself, but he calmed down when he saw how relaxed you seemed, getting comfy on his bed and waiting for him to open his presents

you obviously didn’t care how messy his home was, or how his parents weren’t the best at looking after their kids

you only cared about him <3

eric cartman:

listen, as much as i love the enemies to lovers trope with cartman, i love the fake dating trope even more

(and i love combining the two the most teehee)

cartman had recently received some pretty embarrassing information about you, and decided to make the most of it while he’s coming up with his newest scheme

you had had a crush on one of the other boys in your class for a few months and, even though you’d only told your closest friends, somehow he’d found out

so, in order to make heidi jealous, he’d forced you to be his pretend partner in exchange for not telling your crush you liked him

it was humiliating- having to hold his hand as he walked you to class, sitting with him at lunch, enduring his sickly-sweet pet names..

..only at first, though

after a few weeks, you’d come to enjoy the routine the fake relationship provided

you also found that you actually liked spending time with eric, and he could be pretty funny when it was just you two

you did your best to shove your feelings down, slightly ashamed and pissed off that you liked him, of all people

still, it couldn’t be helped- you had stopped staring longingly at your crush during class, eyes fixed on cartman across the room

it didn’t help that heidi didn’t seem too jealous either, causing him to ramp up the ‘pretend’ affection

when you were around him, he acted like he couldn’t get enough of you; playing with your hair, caressing your face, all the while keeping a strong arm around your shoulders, like he wanted to keep you close to him

as much as you liked the attention he was giving you, it was infuriating knowing he was only like this to get heidi back

it all came to a head when he tried to kiss you as she walked past you both in the hallway

you pushed him back, all of the feelings you’d been forcing down suddenly overflowing, choking on tears as you walked away

you knew when he didn’t bother following you that this relationship really was just pretend to him

it wasn’t until later that night when he showed up on your doorstep, hands in his pockets, sighing, that you realised maybe you were wrong

he obviously wasn’t big on apologising but tried his best, looking slightly annoyed as he admitted that he’d only blackmailed you into being his fake partner because he knew you’d say no if he actually asked you out

his logic was completely insane to you, but from eric’s point of view, he genuinely saw it as his only option to call you his partner

your heart melted as you thought about how he went through all that just because he had a crush on you

you don’t say anything in response, shocking him a little as you walk towards him, wrapping your arms around him and laying your head on his chest

sure, you’d hugged before, but it was awkward and emotionless, just pretend

this was different- his arms enveloped you, pulling you close as you felt him laugh

he was most definitely gonna tease you later for being ‘obsessed’ with him, but you could deal with it

after all, you were really, actually his <3

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pinkrifle · 1 year ago

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Hello ml!<3 i was wondering if you could do yandere team stan and craig x reader platonic please! Like they see reader as a little sister!^^

hi lovely! i do not take SP requests anymore buttttf this seems really easy, so i should be able to do this !

saying this rn i’m so sorry if this is short #_# <\3 i’m sorry if i missed a character or two aswell!

only team stan right now as i can’t really think of much to do for team craig, sorry once more! D:

Stan Marsh -

a little careful not to bring you around his friends too much.. especially cartman AND COVERS UR EARS EVERYTIME ONE OF THEM SAYS A DIRTY JOKE LOL (no matter how old you are!1!1!)

would 100% go off on anyone who tries to mess with you (and Kyle would probably join him too) , ya don’t F with family, folks!

trades his lunch or snacks at lunch to give them to you!! loves seeing the look on your face when you get a snack size pack of skittles. Even if it’s super small your face always lightens up and he just laughs and feels very proud of himself after

he makes sure shelly isn’t too mean to you, let’s her rip on him instead if she gets a little aggressive with you (she wouldn’t really go that far dw <3)

Eric Cartman -

GETS YOU IN TROUBLE ALL THE TIMMEEEE

(don’t worry he always does something in return after. begrudgingly and hesitantly.) (he just feels bad)

brings you on all of his little dangerous adventures but makes sure you stay safe all the time,, if you get hurt EVER he’s SOOO dramatic. begging for a hospital!

if any of his friends (aka rest of team stan) dare to say anything to you (they don’t cuz they don’t care) he will 100% be dramatic ALLO OVER AGAIN, threatens to beat up his friends (he can’t rlly) and is nice to you for the rest of the day!!

steals cute stuff from other classmates and brings them to you, steals snacks from people and brings them to you!! probably stole some snacks from stan that he planned to give to his own little sibling

Kenny McCormick -

tones down his dirty jokes when with you, and also does not let you around his friends LMAO

loves hanging out with you, karen, and kevin! at first he was really hesitant on stuart and carol having you (like with karen) but loved you so much after your born!!

protects u FOR LIFE. is basically also your guardian angel when he’s in his mysterion costume! when your in the foster home thing(?) he’s visiting you like crazy and bringing you treats aswell. makes sure you never get beaten up in the basement by the parents

loves whenever you show him something you like. Anime? cartoons? etc? your not cringe to him at all! he likes weird shit too, trust. Watches and plays everything you show him <3

a video game MASTER! having any trouble with a boss fight? he’s got it. Cant find an item? he already has it and is gonna trade it to you!!

Kyle Broflovski -

takes care of you and Ike RELIGIOUSLY. love you two both to death!

plays dolls/action digs with you even if your in middle school or whatever (in the event he’s in HS or whatever) , he doesn’t want his little siblings to ever grow up! brings a tear to his eye.

every Hanukkah he makes sure you get the best presents and NEVER lets your presents break, always has them in pristine condition ! hates seeing you sad , it affects him more than he’d like to admit.. he also gives you his hat to wear when your a little down!

bakes and cooks with you, he’s pretty okay at cooking but if your bad it’s no problem! he’s willing to teach you the 3 dishes he knows how to make LMAO. If your better than him at cooking? EVEN BETTER, teach him! but he’ll be a little embarassed to learn stuff from his little sibling

having trouble with homework? he’s on it! he won’t let you cheat on anything, but he’ll help you and guide you to the right answer.

Never let’s people talk shit about you or make fun of you, he will fr fight his friends if they dare to do that.

heya! thanks for requesting, i haven’t been really willing to write lately but this got me off my booty!!! i really should open my tf2 and scp foundation reqs.

sorry again i couldn’t do team craig! i hope these were good enough, feel free to request this again some time if i’m ever active again! <3

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vikkirosko · 6 months ago

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💚 Kyle Broflovski x fem!Reader platonic headcanons Goth Sister ✡️

Kyle didn't really like goths. He wasn't very happy when his best friend Stan became a goth, but he quickly stopped being one, but the situation was much more complicated with you, his own sister. You and Kyle were twins, but if you were seen on the street, the only thing that would give away would be your red hair. You were a goth, preferred to spend time with your friends, smoked at school, drank a lot of coffee and often didn't spend the night at home. Kyle knew that you spent the night at one of your friends' houses, but only Kyle and Ike knew about all your nights out, while your parents did not know about most of them. Kyle didn't like the fact that you were a goth, he was sure that it was nonsense, but every time he talked to you about it, you got mad, so he stopped talking about it

Several times he witnessed you arguing with your parents. There were many reasons for this. Your mom was against you being a goth, she was against you smoking, not spending the night at home, drinking so much coffee. Usually, after such quarrels, you left the house, not wanting to see your mom, but Kyle knew that you could be with your friends. But if you weren't with them, then there was only one option where you could be. You were at Kenny's house. Kyle found out about this from Ike, who was attached to you and to whom you could tell about where you were going. Despite your gloomy nature, you treated your younger brother and other children well. You used to babysit Karen, Kenny's younger sister, and now you were a welcome guest in their house. Their parents didn't ask you why you came, and you played with Karen or spent time with Kenny, while their parents might not even notice that you stayed the night at their house. Kyle might have turned a blind eye to this if it wasn't for the fact that his friend has been in love with you for several years

Kenny has never hidden his feelings for you and told his friends about it. He often talked about you with his friends, Eric laughed about it, joking about Kyle and Kenny becoming relatives, and Kyle was outraged about it, but not so much because they could become relatives, but rather because even though Despite the fact that you didn't always get along, you were still his sister and he didn't like the idea that you and his friend would be dating. He grumbled every time Kenny dreamed of asking you out, but he knew he couldn't stop him or you if you decided to date. But you got along really well with Kenny. You helped him with his studies, knowing that Kenny often skipped lessons, but unlike you, who also skipped lessons, he did not have the opportunity to take notebooks from someone who was older than you, and you took notebooks from Michael. Kyle knew that you talked a lot and just like that, and sometimes it was from Kenny that he learned about how you were after you hadn't come home for several days after another quarrel with your mother

Despite the fact that you and Kyle didn't always get along, but there were situations when you teamed up and could really get along well with each other. There weren't many such situations, but when you needed to protect your younger brother, your family, or friends, you could turn to each other for help. Several times you helped him and his friends when they asked you, and you could ask him for help when you needed it. Sometimes you even asked him to help cover for you in front of your parents when you wanted to go to meetings with friends or when you smelled strongly of cigarettes. You didn't seek to have quarrels with your family, so if you had the opportunity, you avoided quarrels, and Kyle helped you with this

Although you and Kyle didn't always get along, he was glad that he had a sister. He knew that even if your views on life were completely different, but he could rely on you in a difficult situation, he could trust you when something was seriously bothering him and he knew that there would always be a person who would be ready to help him

#south park #south park x reader #South Park headcanons #Kyle Broflovski #Kyle Broflovski x Reader

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angelicyouth · 2 years ago

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Lavender ; Chapter 2

⇢ pairing: stan marsh x broflovski!reader

⇢ genre: summer romance ; soulmates AU

⇢ synopsis: ❝You looked forward to attending the sleepy, beachside town's famous carnival every summer. But not because you got to see your cousins or your friends after a year of not seeing them—it was to see the boy behind the ring toss booth.❞

⇢ [series masterlist] ; [previous] ; [next]

// FIFTEEN:

“I fucking saw that, you dirty little cheat!” Clyde’s screeching loudly interrupts the otherwise tranquil heat of the afternoon, the boys and you gathered around your cousin’s backyard with your feet dipped inside Ike’s inflatable kiddie pool filled with water.

“If what you saw is all the nasty ass spit flying out of your mouth from all your fucking complaining then sure, Clyde—that’s what you saw!” Craig barks back as he roughly hands the yelling brunette his half of their shared popsicle, your tongue leisurely lapping at the sweetness of the one that you split with Tweek.

The two of you are leisurely sitting next to one another, your head comfortably resting against the blonde’s shoulder as you both lazily watch your bickering friends. You can feel Tweek’s damp locks of hair against your own as his head leans against the top of yours, perspiration beading at the hairline of the whole group yet you couldn’t find it in yourself to care with this almost torturous heat.

The sleepy beachside town has been met with sweltering temperatures that exceeded last year’s, causing the boys to be greedy with their ice cream and easily irritable with the weather. There was an operating fan in every room of your friend’s houses (except for Tolkien and his fully functioning air conditioning system) to which all of you yelled at Clyde when he unplugged one just to charge his phone.

Nothing deters the brunette as he yells out, “I’ll look for a fucking magnifying glass and a ruler just to prove to you that you made your half bigger than mine, asshole—I swear I will!”

But before the ravenette can make a scathing retort back, the glass sliding door leading to the house opens as Tolkien roughly chucks a newly bought box of frozen sweets at the wailing jock. All future responses are cut off as their hands hurriedly fumble to save the package before it falls into the water, the promise of more ice cream after this one ending their argument as their mouths wrap around their snack.

After devouring the rest of the popsicles, you all hop onto your bikes to race each other to the beach with the threat of the last person there having to stuff seaweed into their swimsuit. Not only that, but they have to go up to a random person of the opposite gender to try to get their number.

Your stomach hurts from laughing too hard when Clyde gets pushed towards his designated pile of soggy seaweed on the sand after losing, his nose crinkling up in disgust when a wet squelch signals its success in finding its temporary home. It makes him look like he has a full diaper on, the sight of it only fitting the childish pout resting on his face.

“What the fuck ever! This makes it look like I have some gnarly pubes or my dick isn’t as small as Craig’s micropenis!” The brunette snickers as he swiftly dodges the ravenette’s predictably upcoming kick, the rest of you watching as his earlier bravado suddenly disappears when a few older girls begin to giggle with numerous obvious glances towards his stuffed shorts.

After the humiliating public rejection, he embarrassedly stomps his way back towards your cackling forms before reaching inside his swim trunks to grab the now warm seaweed and chuck it at the closest person. You all scramble to dodge as you painfully wheeze, tears rapidly leaking from the corner of your crinkled eyes onto your heated cheeks.

“Sick, dude! Don’t throw that shit on me—it was just stuck on your sweaty fucking balls!”

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You felt stupid because you were fifteen now but you couldn’t help but to think of the stuffed flower at the bottom of your suitcase as you step through the familiar throngs of carnival rides and games. All too soon, the sky faded from blue to black as your group repeated the cycle of eating unhealthy food and riding all the rides on the boardwalk as your tradition from previous years.

Deciding not to tell the guys about seeking out Stan, you wait until the perfect moment to make an excuse before you slip away from the group for a bit. As you excitedly walk towards the isolated booth, you think about how you never once considered the possibility that someone else could be working the game instead of the familiar bleached blonde.

This causes you to pause in your steps and while your usual reckless abandon would have caused you to give less of a shit and continue your journey to the ring toss booth, you don’t. You’re not sure if it's because the students at school have made it a common topic to talk about crushes and whatnot at every given moment with this new age but you can’t help but to feel self conscious at your one-sided fascination with the older teen.

You’re used to feeling like a dumbass and not thinking before you act (you’re surrounded by Clyde and your other friends after all).

But now…

You can’t help but to suddenly feel scared of the hurt of the rejection you know will appear when the bleached blonde routinely dismisses you like he always does. You’ve seen girls at school cry for days when they’ve broken up with their significant others and while you’re not quite sure as to what you feel for the older teen, you can’t deny the attraction that forces you to stop by the booth every year.

Almost like a hypnotic walk, taking control of your body and leading you there.

Like a connection.

But before you can make a decision as to what to do, you suddenly jolt when a pair of arms wrap around your shoulders from behind, Clyde whisking you off to fall into line for another ride as Craig mocks you about getting lost.

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This is what drove you to sneak into the carnival alone before it opened the following day, despite knowing that you were definitely not supposed to be there. But when did some measly yellow tape with the words Do Not Enter ever stop you from going anywhere?

How could you not disobey when it looked as if it was prettily tied up in a bow to be given as a present?

People were busy getting ready for the upcoming afternoon so you went by unnoticed, resolutely walking towards the far corner of the boardwalk that was tucked away from everything else. Clyde had said he was surprised that the ring toss was still operating and you could see why—no one ever seemed to stop by yet as you got closer, you could see the lights and prizes that meant it was still in business.

To your relief, Stan was there. His pretty blue eyes were still stuck to the glass screen of his phone, yes, but he was still working at the carnival and he was still appointed to the same booth.

This time, however, you don’t let the older teen speak up first this time. “Let me help you out.”

Your stomach clenches in nervous anticipation of your bold actions but your face doesn’t show it as Stan lifts up his head to look at you. A few beats of silence passes on by and while the multiple shades of cerulean hues were familiar, the bleached blonde didn’t hold an ounce of recognition in his eyes—again.

It hurt…

Again.

“I don’t think you’re supposed to be here.” The smooth lilt of his deep baritone awakens something within you after not having heard it for a whole entire year, your heart clenching painfully in yearning.

“No shit.” You respond back and you can’t help but to internally preen at the fact that you echoed his previous words to you from years before back at the teen.

God, you felt like you were on a roll.

Stan considers this for a moment before his legs swing down to hit the floor in front of his stool, a scoff escaping his mouth. “Whatever. If some kid wants to do my job for me then I’d be an idiot to not let them.”

“I’m not some fucking kid!” You angrily retort back, to which the older teen simply ignores.

“I swear I’m not! I’m in high school and probably not even that much younger than you, you know.” Stan just shrugs and the dry responses ignites the familiar irritation that fills up your body every single time you’re in the presence of the apathetic teen.

“Unless you’re a dumbass who failed a couple of grades and got held back a few times. How old are you, then?” The bleached blonde hops off his previous perch on his stool, his arms lazily stretching upwards over his head as your eyes immediately zone in on the small sliver of skin being exposed at his waist.

“I’m 17.” Stan responds around a bored yawn, your attention going back to his face when the cotton of his shirt resumes its previous position over his taut stomach.

“That’s not even that much older than me! I’m going to be a sophomore next year—I’m 15.” Your lips automatically curve along your face into a happy grin at the revelation that there were only two years between the two of you.

He really wasn’t some old fart like how he acts he is.

The older teen doesn’t respond, the metal of his keys softly dangling against one another as he unlocks something underneath the counter. You speak up again, “Let me help you.”

“I’m getting the prizes and shit. If you stand over the counter, you can hang them up.” Stan picks up a stuffed bunny and demonstrates by reaching up to rightfully place it in its display but you can’t help but to watch the way the silver of his rings prettily catches the sunlight over his longer fingers.

“My name is N/N. I mean, Y/N.” You stutter and you internally curse at yourself because you were doing so well at taking control of the situation and at taking the initiative to get closer to the teen.

“Stan.” Is all he supplies and you can’t help the frown crossing your face, your teeth biting onto your bottom lip because you already knew that.

You haul your body over the counter and get to work with putting away the plushies that the bleached blonde seamlessly hands to you, the older teen sitting atop the cold structure of the counter beside your feet as his other hand fiddles with his ever present cellphone. You can’t help but to smile in fondness every time a gentle breeze swings by, the soft caress of the wind causing the stuffed toys to dance along in the air.

“Hey.”

“Hm?” You distractedly hum back, watching the toys sway and say hello.

“Come here. I’ll show you how they fuck people over with this game.” And just like that, it’s as if you're an overeager puppy desperate to get its owner’s attention again as your trance gets broken and you hop down to land beside the older boy.

“They put the bottles really close together.” He mumbles as he sets up the glass objects onto the wooden table in front of you both. “So to win, you’d have to do it perfectly.”

“The rings are different weights so that you can’t get used to them.” The bleached blonde continues as you pick up different colored ones to test them out, and he was right.

“These are the order of the colors you should throw it in. You start with red because it’s the heaviest.” He throws it with a perfect arch before he grabs the next colored ring.

“Then it’s orange, yellow, green.” Each word is emphasized with the appropriate object as they beautifully twirl around the neck of the glass bottle.

“Light purple is always last—it’s the lightest.” You watch in fascinated awe as the rings all neatly lay on top of one another, like the rings around the planets of the solar system that Craig talks so much about.

That seemed to be the end of setting up as Stan drops back onto the stool to routinely tap against his phone, your eyes wordlessly staring at the disconnected teen. Clyde had said that he stopped entertaining other people that he didn’t deem worthy of his time except for his friends and you couldn’t help but to want that for yourself.

While you were loud and impulsive, Stan was quiet and deliberate.

He was cool in a completely different way than your older cousin. Where Kyle was passionate about what mattered most to him—of his studies and his morals, Stan didn’t give a shit about what other people thought of or if he pleased anyone with his actions. He barely spoke but every time he did, it felt hypnotic in the way where you were hanging onto every intonation and cadence of his words.

“You can come back later on tonight.” The older teen speaks up, your attention diverted from where it was watching his tongue dart out to wet the pretty pink of his plump lips. “I have to clean up after the carnival if you want to help.”

You beam in affirmation at the invite before you excitedly bound out of the boardwalk to meet up with your friends. When you tell them the exaggerated tale of you sneaking into the carnival, Tweek admonishes you in panic for the possibility of getting caught and banned for life.

There’s a secretive smile on your face as you shrug sheepishly.

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It was late into the night when you finally remember your promise to Stan, having lost track of time as Craig roughly wipes the remnants of cinnamon sugar from your lips and Clyde finishes the last bite of your shared churro. You tell the guys to just go on ahead without you because you forgot something and after much reassurance (“I’m not going to get abducted by aliens, Tweek”), you jog back to the far corner of the boardwalk.

“I’m sorry.” When you had shown up, the older teen was done packing everything up and now he only shrugs in response at your guilty face.

“S’fine. Going home now.” You obediently nod in reply but you’re distraught at how childish you still were in comparison to Stan for forgetting such an important event in the distraction of fun with your friends.

Taking a step forward to the direction of the entrance, you can’t help but to notice that the bleached blonde was slinking away towards the darkness of the beach despite saying he was heading home. You bounce on the balls of your feets as you decide what to do before you take off after where you saw the older teen disappear.

Trying to stay quiet was no hard task as you walked through a multitude of bushes and overgrown tree branches until Stan finally sits down on the sand, your smaller form ducking behind a piece of driftwood on the beach. Peering past the brittle barricade, you watch as Stan heaves out a deep sigh before he lifts his head towards the illumination of the beautifully present moon.

Your breath gets caught into your throat at the sight of the vestiges of light prettily caressing the visage of the boy in front of you, his gaze intense as the shadows accentuate the affection his face holds for the brightly lit object shining above the both of you. Stan’s lips part ever so slightly and you can’t help but to wonder: what was he saying in secrecy to the moon?

You wanted to know.

But, you were intruding. It felt like an intimate moment that you shouldn’t be a part of and with one last glance, you stand up to slowly back away.

And just like that, a floodgate had opened. As you ride on your bicycle across the quiet expanse of empty streets, you’re ridden with the thoughts that you wanted to kiss Stan. You wanted him to look at you with that deeply held fondness that he looked at the moon with, wanted him to whisper his intimate thoughts to you.

But most of all, you wanted to hear him say your name.

When you throw your bicycle atop the grass of your cousin’s front lawn, you’ll look up to the moon across the glass panel of the window when you’re tucked away in bed that night and ask:

“What were you guys talking about?”

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// SIXTEEN:

This time, this year, standing on the boardwalk with your friends as they hand over your shared money to the person behind the ticket booth, you weren't going to assume that Stan remembered you. This was a mistake you made last year and the year before that but now you weren’t going to have expectations that could lead to any hurt.

It was your turn to be strategic—no more fumbled introductions or childish tantrums.

You were cool too, goddammit.

Steeling your resolve with one last deep breath, you walk up to the hidden booth. This was it—you were going to make Stan remember you this time.

“Hi.” You greet, the older teen looking up from his phone to nod his head at you. He looks as tired as he did the previous years, as if the universe just wouldn’t let him sleep but despite it all, he’s still as beautiful as before.

“Sup.” There is no recognition flickering behind his ever pretty eyes but that was okay, you prepared for this.

The stand is set up like it always is as you rummage through the pockets of your skirt to pull out the appropriate amount of tickets, your mind reminding itself of the order of colors to throw it in as he passes you the stack of rings. It’s almost funny how you remember, how clear the memory with Stan was when just yesterday Tweek was yelling at you for forgetting the tray of chicken nuggets you placed in the oven and letting it burn to a blackened crisp.

You pick up the red ring, the heaviest from what the older teen had told you but as you prepare to throw it, you don’t close your eyes like last time. Stan watches as it seamlessly glides across the air, the satisfying clunk! causing the corner of your lips to twitch upwards.

One after the other, you throw them in the order you remember until there was nothing left to throw. You made every single one, a beautiful array of colors with the pretty lavender color sitting atop the stack.

It’s quiet for a period of time as Stan squints at the perfect sequence of colors and back at the girl who made everything without batting an eye. “What the fuck. How’d you know the order..?”

“You showed me last year. Or did you forget, old man?” You teasingly smirk at the stunned expression on the teen, a satisfied thrum running along your veins.

“What? I showed you?” The skin between his eyebrows begin to crease in disbelief, “I don’t remember doing anything like that at all. Are you fucking with me?”

Although this meant that he forgot about you again, you couldn’t help the cacophony of butterflies that dangerously flutter along your stomach at the notion that you were the only one Stan had ever told that to. You want to stay a bit longer to make a deeper impression after your success but you made a promise of having a hotdog eating contest with Clyde later on so you had to go.

“I’m Y/N. And you’re Stan—I remember you.” There’s a blank look in Stan’s eyes as he looks at you but it was okay. Like you said, you were prepared for that to happen again.

“I have no idea why you remember an asshole like me. You won though, what prize do you want?” He stands up as he slides his mobile device into the coarse material of his jean’s pocket, your eyes breaking away from his form real quick to scan along the hanging prizes.

“Nah, I’m okay. I just like playing.” You flash him a wide grin, your pearly white teeth making an appearance when you see the eyebrow that he quirks up.

“I’ve never heard that before. You like playing rigged games or some shit? Or just ring toss in particular?” Ever so slightly, the corner of his mouth lifts up in amusement which in turn causes you to feel like you won a Nobel Peace Prize or some other great accomplishment.

Like usual, your mouth works faster than your brain as you impulsively say, “It’s not the game that I’m into.”

You internally shriek but outward you stay composed, tilting your head to the side when you see the older teen slightly part his pretty pink lips. “... Oh.”

You’re absolutely beaming in delight at this newly predatory position you’ve reached, flashing the bleached blonde a smile. “Later!”

Waiting until you were no longer in sight of Stan, your feet pick up their pace as it steadily hits the structure of the boardwalk in a thump-thump-thump motion like your still racing heart.

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Your head is laid against Craig’s lap, the ravenette’s longer fingers running through the soft locks of your hair in repetitive motions that threaten to put you into deep sleep. All eyes are on the television as you watch Tweek and Tolkien duke it out on the big screen, the incessant sound of a vibration against the wooden floor irritating the boys.

“Who the fuck are you texting, Clyde?” Tolkien nosely asks, his head trying to catch sight of the brunette’s flashing phone as he tries to dodge any prying eyes.

“Fuck off—It’s none of your goddamn business!” He screeches, the sheer volume of his voice causing you to jolt awake.

“It’s probably a girl, dude.” Tweek lazily says, his blonde bangs tied up into a mini palm tree at the top of his head to keep it away from his sweat-sheened face.

“Pfft, now you know that’s a damn lie. Clyde can’t pull for shit.” Craig snorts from his position above you, a high-pitched whine resounding from your throat when his fingers stop their soothing ministrations in your hair.

“Fuck you! I get enough, thank you very much!” The brunette is indignant as he harshly swats away Tolkien’s teasingly reaching hands away from his cellphone, the rich teen diverting his fingers to tickle Clyde instead in an attempt to distract him.

“Yeah, if getting some is kissing your own grandmother on the fucking cheek when you see her then sure, Clyde. You get all the retired bitches.” Tweek hollers out a loud laugh as he brings an elbow up to hit Craig in the ribs at his words, your eyes closed as you sleepily giggle at the burn.

“N/N got even more action than you when she was 13, Clyde. You’re a lost fucking cause.” Everyone snickers as you blindly bring a hand up to swat at the resident blonde of the group for bringing up that memory, a nostalgic grin curling at your lips as they teasingly push at your resting body for having game as a kid.

Your first year with the boys for the summer, you caught the attention of one beautiful Wendy Testaburger when she saw you by chance on the swings of the park with your friends. She knocked on your window to break you out of the house in the middle of the night, the pair of you intertwining your hands together as you both silently giggle off into the warm darkness of the air.

Surprising you with an impromptu visit, she led you to a clearing where the din of the luminescent fireflies casted her soft features alight in a beautiful glow. You both rested your backs against a magnificently tall tree that you couldn't identify under the inky night, the ravenette pulling out two lunchables for the both of you from her Chinpokomon backpack to snack on as you talked.

She had dropped you off back to your cousins with your first kiss as a parting gift that summer night.

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“Stan! Can I help you set up?” You present the older teen a soft smile, your hands clutching one another as you fiddle with your fingers as an outlet for your nervous energy.

He looks up from where he was staring down at his phone, an eyebrow quirking up at the sight of you. “How the fuck did you get in here?”

“How else? I climbed through the tape, duh.” You roll your eyes as you cross your arms over your chest, shifting you weight to one side as you await for his answer.

He snorts but it’s still pretty, a lilt of amusement tainting his tone. “You mean the one that clearly says Do Not Enter in all caps?”

“Hm. If it’s made out of something so flimsy then it feels more like a suggestion, no? Whatever, I’m only asking because you let me help you last year.” You lean over the counter separating the two of you as he busies himself with unlocking all of the cabinets.

“You sure like to claim a bunch of shit that I don’t remember.” He hums before he stands to his full height, your breath getting caught at your throat because this is the first time you’ve stood this close to one another and face-to-face at that.

You lean back from your previously leaning position when you take note of his taller frame (not as much as Craig but still a fucking giant compared to you, holy shit) but you don’t back down. “It’s not my fault that you don’t remember me.”

He hums again in thought as he crosses his arms, “And that’s such a fucking shame. I feel like I would have remembered someone like you.”

You busy yourself with hopping onto the counter to sit because it’s easier to flirt when you can’t see the mesmerizing depth of ocean blue eyes. “Someone like me, huh? And what does that mean? Someone attractive? Funny? Charming?”

Your feet leisurely swing as they dangle from your perched position and from your peripherals, you can see Stan laying his palms flat against the counter beside you as he leans his weight against the structure. “I was going to say someone annoying as hell.”

“Fuck you! I don’t have to go out of my way to provide you free labor just for you to be a piece of shit meanie!” Your cheeks angrily puff out as your lips curl into a pout.

“Boo-fucking-hoo. If you don’t like the working conditions then quit.” Is all you get before he shoves a box full of glass bottles into your arms.

You mutter to yourself as you petulantly place them onto the wooden table until you catch sight of Stan watching you. “Close together so that they can fuck you over, right?”

“Yeah, all the games are rigged here.” He says before he resumes his task of hanging up plush toys but you already know because he told you that before.

“This stand isn’t very popular.” You remark when the two of you are done setting the booth up and are standing under the shade provided by the hanging prizes.

He waves off your words, “Like I give a shit. Not my fault that the stand’s hidden in the asscrack of the boardwalk.”

Sending him a judgemental glance, you scoff at his response. “Pretty sure it is your fault. You’re a fucking asshole, dude. It’s like 30 degrees colder here compared to the rest of the boardwalk because of your shitty personality.”

“Says you. You show up every year, apparently, and now you’ve snuck in early to force your help onto me. Which I don’t get any fucking tickets for, by the way. ” The taller teen sends you a condescending look back.

“Who gives a shit about some tickets when you get to hang out with me!” You boldly declare, presenting the older boy with a shit eating grin.

The bleached blonde simply narrows his eyes down at you, “Like that’s any form of compensation. What, your mom let you out of the house dressed like that?”

You look down at your skirt as the soft material flutters along with the wind. “What the fuck are you talking about? I’m here with my aunt, first of all. And fuck you—people loved my outfit when I wore it to a party once.”

The older teen just sends you a look, as if communicating that he never asked for an explanation. “Well the party you went to probably sucked ass, then.”

“I mean, parties fucking suck in general when you’ve been to enough. It’s fun at first but it’s repetitive so it gets pretty tiring.” You mumble, honestly reflecting your personal experiences from the high school parties you often get dragged to.

“Hm? What happened to you?” He lazily asks, a well-welcomed breeze caressing both of your locks of hair against the harsh sun rays.

You think about how you made out with a boy who had similar bleached blonde hair and couldn’t get yourself to go through with it when you began to imagine that the larger hands trailing down the skin of your waist was Stan’s. Or how the only reason you agreed to get locked in a closet during a game of seven minutes in heaven was because the deep lilt of the boy you went in with sounded similar to Stan’s baritone voice.

“... Peer pressure, lots of confusion. Don’t worry though, I don’t think I’ll be doing those things again.” Your voice is soft between the space of the booth you’re standing in, your fingers fiddling with the creases in between the folds of your top.

“Good—I don’t know what I’d do without my worthless assistant if they got into shit.”

Your mouth parts to give a scathing retort but you pause when you see the sight of a gentle curl along Stan’s lips for the very first time.

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“Back to torment me?” Is what greets you when you come back the following day before opening, the older teen in his usual laid-back position atop his stool.

You roll your eyes, “Fuck off. You don’t even have to do anything—I can do all of this shit by myself and with my eyes closed.”

“Like that means anything. A fucking baby could do this.” He lazily scoffs.

As you get to work, your body goes through the motions now ingrained into your body as taught from the taller teen while Stan sits back and relaxes. When you stop in front of one of the floor to ceiling mirrors that make your body look all wonky for comedic effect, you can’t help but to pause in front of the panel of glass.

Because from the reflection, you could see Stan watching you.

Not that he was making eye contact with you, but the bleached blonde was watching you work without knowing that you had caught him in the act. It was a different type of attention from the years of disinterest that it made you smirk to yourself at this newfound knowledge.

Slyly, you take off the jacket adorning your frame as if it was bothering you because of the sweltering heat. You see how Stan’s eyes slowly darken as they take in the expanse of newly exposed skin with this new but special kind of attention, leisurely dragging his sight across your body as if he had all the time in the world to admire your form.

When you leave the booth later on to meet up with your friends, you notice how he doesn’t call you a kid anymore.

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“Hey. Show me how to play this game again.” You ask, Stan staring up at you with his leg tucked under his chest as usual but without a phone in sight.

“Light work.” He scoffs, a cocky lilt to his voice at the simple request.

You slip inside the booth as you internally preen at the fact that you’re the only person that Stan would let in like this as you drag your fingers across the necks of the glass bottles. “Get them all over just this one bottle then.”

He smirks, the handsome expression making your insides warm at how attractive his confidence is. “Like I said: fucking easy.”

“Then show me.” You stick out your tongue at him as you step back outside of the booth, your skirt following the movement of your body.

“Got a ticket for my troubles?” Rolling your eyes, you flick the paper at him as he steps beside you, his ring-adorned fingers flexing in preparation to throw.

His aim is precise as always as he goes through the order of the colors imprinted in your mind, all until he has just the light purple ring in his hold. He sends you a glance and you can’t help but to notice that it’s with the same attention from when he looked at you in the mirror earlier in the day. But this time, you make eye contact.

His hand wobbles before the worn out object clatters onto the ground.

Your eyes widen in surprise as you don’t understand what was going on because you’ve never seen Stan lose composure, your head quickly whipping back to the side to look at the older teen beside you. He looked… Angry.

“Seriously? Don’t lose on purpose just to make me feel better. I’m not a fucking kid anymore no matter how much you think I am.” Scoffing, you walk towards the fallen item as you place it back against the counter.

“I didn’t lose on purpose.” His voice is quiet, back to his usual self again.

“What then? Forgot how to play, old man?” You tease, collecting all of the rings from the bottles to gather them back into one pile on the counter.

“Want me to teach you how? It’s free of charge since I feel so bad.” Snickering, you resume your previous position beside the taller teen.

“I taught you first.” He grumbles back as you perch yourself atop the counter, leisurely swinging your feet back and forth in delight.

“Red is first.” Stan rolls his eyes at your words before he picks up the aforementioned ring, his hands still trembling ever so slightly.

You quirk an eyebrow when you notice, jumping down beside the bleached blonde to reach for his wrist in an effort to guide him into a throw. The second your skin touches for the first time, however, the older teen gasps at the contact as the second ring of the night meets its demise on the ground.

“Holy shit! I’m sorry—” Cutting off your words, muscular arms wrap around your waist to which you immediately wrap your own around broad shoulders.

Leaning his weight against your body, you try to keep the both of you upright as he burrows his face into the safe solace of your neck and a shaky breath hits your exposed skin. It’s quiet for a moment as you don’t know what to do, confused and begging anyone that was listening to make it so that Stan couldn’t feel how quickly your heart was beating underneath your chest.

You stay that way for the rest of the night with Stan oddly quieter than usual, the teen not responding as he stays in your embrace whenever you try to fill the space with meaningless talk. When he gives you a wordless goodbye in the form of a gentle nudge when people begin to leave the boardwalk, you hurriedly rush to speak up in your immense confusion to the events that transpired.

“I’m leaving tomorrow.” But he still doesn’t answer.

Your hands clench around the soft material of the shirt adorning his frame, “Please say something. I don’t want you to forget about me again.”

Like you always do.

Finally, Stan pulls away and looks at you. “I don’t think I’ll forget someone like you. I don’t even know why you’re so dead-fucking-set on getting to know an asshole like me in the first place.”

You silently watch as he returns behind the counter of the booth, his hands rummaging between tufts of plushed toys before he pulls out a cute star. “Here—as payment for helping me because I don’t want to owe a shithead like you anything. Something to remember me by and because it looks like you.”

Gently grabbing the proffered item, you smile as you whisper. “You’ve said that to me before, asshole.”

When the thoughts of what had occurred crowd your mind on your ride back home, you’ll hug your new gift to your chest as you think about how you’d never forget Stan.

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