#Token Black x Reader

[jewbeloved]

What it feels like to live with them in one big house 😭 ❤️💖😖

Featuring: Team Stan and CATG

Warning: Absolute chaos (It's ficking south park)

Gender: Neutral

💙💚 The Main Four ❤️🧡

💙❤️ Craig and Those guys 💜💛

Oh my goodness, you'd be praying to god at this point If you expect there will be any peace in this house.

Your parents decided it would be a fun idea to have you all live in a big house together temporarily.

You will often wake up to Kyle and Cartman arguing and Cartman trying to get you on his side when Kyle is trying to prove him wrong about something.

Flour and batter everywhere when you walk into the kitchen and see Craig and Tweek making cupcakes, but Tweek freaking out that there isn't going to be enough for everyone and Craig constantly trying to calm him down.

If you want any peace, you might as well hope to go to Stan, Tolkien, Kenny, or Clyde..and maybe Jimmy if you're in the mood of hearing his jokes.

Stan would probably vent about his dad's shenanigans or him and Wendy's relationship and if you aren't in the mood of hearing allat go to somebody else then.

It's not very surprising that you and Tolkien have a great time spending time with each other because you both do your own things or play games.

Not everyday is absolute chaos though. sometimes you and everyone else actually get to have fun with each other with nobody arguing, fighting, etc. But there's no guarantee that peace will last long because Cartman is sure to start something like he always does.

Just give him that one death glare that Wendy gave to him when she fought him on the playground and Cartman will shut up.

When the days of living with them in one big house are over, you can't help but think what it would be like to have the parents living in one big house together but they aren't allowed to leave for 3 weeks.

This can be seen in romantic or platonic.

[t0rturedangel]

╭ . . . a guide to becoming noticeable ੭

• ➛ LOVE INTERESTS ╰ notes :: creek is still canon in this.

DOVAHKIIN / NEW KID - ✮ • ━ " . . . "

STANLY MARSH - ✮ • ━ " I- listen I know I used to be an asshole but- "

KYLE BROFLOVSKI - ✮ • ━ " I never hated you or thought you were weird "

KENNETH MCCORMICK - ✮ • ━ " God- you can definitely punch the shit outta me babe "

LEOPOLD 'BUTTERS' STOTCH - ✮ • ━ " . . . Why'd they suddenly change attitudes to you? "

TWEEK TWEAK - ✮ • ━ " D-do you want some c-coffee? ACK- "

CRAIG TUCKER - ✮ • ━ " I guess, you're chill "

CLYDE DONOVAN - ✮ • ━ " Heyyyy !! pleasedonthurtme I think you're really cool ! "

SCOTT MALKINSON - ✮ • ━ " You won't leave us will you? "

WENDY TESTABURGER - ✮ • ━ " Awh girl! I'll totally help you ! "

TOLKIEN BLACK - ✮ • ━ " It's nice to be around someone who isn't loud and arrogant for once "

here's the masterlist

[bblueberrypancakes]

Clyde: Is it still visible? Where Craig slapped me?

Tweek: Your face looks like a don't walk signal.

Token: Your face looks like a photo negative for the hamburger helper box.

Y/n: A palm reader could tell Craig's future by looking at your face.

Jimmy: The phrase 'talk to teh hand cause the face ain't listening' doesn't work for you, because the hand is your face.

Clyde: ...A simple 'yes' would've sufficed.

[sundaepoppy]

🩸You messed up🩸

(featuring the reader in it)

I watched the video multiple times and I thought about inserting the reader into it. I might do "The Bridge" after this.

Warnings: Spoilers (Again LMAO)

(Name), Craig, Token, and Clyde all stare in horror as a certain song starts playing. Tweek was freaking out and covering his ears while Gregory dances around him before he starts singing.

"We messed upon the stairs", Gregory glanced at all of them while smiling as he moved behind Craig. "We spoke of was and when", Craig singed. "Although I wasn't there".

"He said I was his friend". Pip, Tweek, and Gregory appeared in front them as Gregory's eyes rolled to the back as black ink hands started coming out of his mouth.

"Which came as a surprise". Craig, Token, and Clyde singed at the same time as (Name) tried to walk away before Gregory blocked their way as he opened his mouth and more black ink hands came out.

"I spoke into his eyes, I thought you died alone". (Name) backed away from Gregory as they stood next to Craig who continued to sing while staring at the demons before his eyes.

"A long, long time ago". Tweek was freaking out again as Pip was happily flying around him. Gregory gave several glances at (Name) as they gripped onto Craig's sleeve while shaking.

"Oh no, not me", the song played as Gregory glitched into different designs of himself with Tweek and Pip in the background.

"We never lost control", Gregory lifted his left hand to the side as a small blonde boy was in front of (Name) and (Name) recognized him as Thomas.

"You're face to face, with the man who sold the world". Thomas smiled nervously as he covered his mouth but he uncovered it as he puked blood everywhere while his wings, horns and tail appeared in the progress. Some of his blood got on (Name)'s face and clothes.

(Name) flinched as Craig pulled them away from Thomas.

"I laughed and stook his hand". An memory image appeared and it showed a school bus in the great canyon. "And made my way back home". Gregory was sitting next to Stan on the bus while he seems to be slightly annoyed with Stan.

"I searched for form and land". Gregory was walking behind Stan on a path while Stan was eating a banana".

"For years and years I roam". Stan finished eating his banana as he threw the peel onto Gregory's hand and Gregory was pissed at Stan for doing that.

"I gazed a gazeless stare". Gregory threw the peel onto the ground as he gave Stan an angry look and prepared to confront him.

"We walked a millions years, I must have died alone". Gregory ended up stepping onto the peel and slipped over the rails and began to start falling off the cliff which resulted in him dying.

"A long, long time ago". Gregory singed as Pip continued to fly around Tweek as he freaked out even more.

"Who knows? not me". the scene replayed with Gregory glitching from different designs with Tweek and Thomas in the background this time.

"I never lost control". (Name) could see a glimpse of Pip holding a body's hand in his own behind Gregory.

"You're face to face, with the man who sold the world". Pip threw down Jimmy's body onto the ground that had his skull showing from his face being bitten off.

Thomas began to throw up blood onto Jimmy's body.

Craig, Token, and Clyde all had scared looks on their face as they began to start running while leaving (Name) behind.

(Name) began to run to catch up with them until Gregory's black ink hands grabbed their leg and pulled them backwards.

(Name) tried to get themselves free from the black ink hands until Craig, Token, and Clyde were out of their sight.

All (Name) could see was the corpse of Jimmy Valmer lying down on the ground a few feets from them as the song began to fade out.

Hahahahahfjskdbdjjsjs why did I write this😭😭

[vikkirosko]

Could I request Craig squad x male reader (could you replace tweek with Kenny)

He's a new student and he's covered in bandages both legs and arms cover in bandages and his head wrapped up too (his head is bandaged like dazai from bsd when he was in the port mafia)

He's also doesn't talk, but he's weirdly fascinated with death and for some reason seems to enjoy putting himself in near death situations and hurting himself

(feel free to ignore this if you're uncomfortable)

-🤡

Headcanons The charm of death

🧡 Kenny McCormick x male!Reader 🐀

When you showed up at school, you immediately attracted attention. Bandages were visible from under your sleeves and pants, your palms were also in places in bandages, your forehead was also bandaged and bandages covered your right eye, while there was a large patch on your left cheek. You looked like you'd escaped from the hospital. Another strange thing was that you didn't talk at all, because of this, some thought that you were mute, but no one could find out whether it was so or not

Kenny was watching you and noticed something unusual. Every time he died, you were somewhere nearby, dangerously close to death. Another person would have been horrified if they were in your place, but Kenny could have sworn that you were delighted. It would seem that the closer the threat of death was, the more joyful you were, and it seemed very strange. At some point, Kenny noticed that you yourself sought to be in danger, as if you were looking for your death, but each of your attempts ended in failure

He was going to approach you at school to confirm his theory, but found you in the locker room, where you were dressing your wounds. Kenny was more than sure that you didn't get these wounds as a result of an accident. You noticed him, but you weren't scared because he saw your wounds. You smiled, as if it was something funny, and put your index finger to your lips, as if urging him to keep your secret

Kenny didn't know what was going on in your head, but you began to be around him often. He didn't know if the reason was that there were some misfortunes happening next to him all the time or if the reason was something else, but Kenny intended to find out. He was really curious to know what was driving you

🖕 Craig Tucker x male!Reader 🚀

When you first started studying with them in the same class, Craig didn't pay much attention to you. You were silent and had a lot of bandages on you. There was something about you that made people reach out to you, but Craig didn't think about you until one day he saw you in the locker room. He saw the blood on your bandages and it was fresh blood

After that, he began to notice what seemed to be obvious. You were constantly striving to be in danger. He saw how you often found yourself in situations because of which you could lose your life, but you were not afraid. On the contrary, it was as if you were striving for death, but could not achieve it in any way

Several times Craig saved you from death, but each time he seemed to see the resentment in your eyes. You kept silent and Craig periodically told you to avoid dangers, which made you smile. You clearly found his attempts to protect you amusing

Craig didn't know what exactly was the reason for your actions, but he liked you and he didn't want you to die, which is why he looked after you. He didn't understand what you found so charming about death, but as long as you didn't try to kill yourself, he wasn't going to destroy your charm with death

🌮 Clyde Donovan x male!Reader 💧

When you first started studying with them in the same class, Clyde felt an interest in you. You were a weird guy. Most of your skin was hidden by bandages, and when Clyde tried to talk to you, it turned out that you didn't talk, but communicated with the help of small notes. It seemed strange, but Clyde didn't pay attention to it, preferring to communicate with you and get to know you better

Clyde found out pretty quickly that your bandages weren't for beauty. He realized this when you were walking after school. A car crashed next to you, but you didn't even blink or try to jump away, unlike Clyde. He saw a shard from the windshield hit your hand and started to panic, but you remained calm, looking at your wound with a smile

You refused to go to the hospital, so Clyde insisted that you go home and treat your wound, since you didn't want to get professional help. He looked with fright at how you pulled the fragment out of your hand and treated the wound, sometimes pressing on it, continuing to smile. You obviously liked the fact that you were injured and the fact that you didn't even try to jump away from the near accident site suggested to Clyde that maybe you had some kind of death craving

Clyde felt sympathy for you, so he tried not to let you get into danger, even though sometimes he was scared. You often seemed to be looking for danger on purpose, not afraid of the possibility of dying, which is why Clyde tried so hard to be brave. He didn't want you to die, whether you wanted to or not

💸 Token Black x male!Reader 💵

You met Token on your first day in South Park. He was on his way to meet friends when he saw you. He's never seen you before. You were about his age, but he didn't see you at school. However, he couldn't stay away when he saw that you could have been hit by a car. Token pulled you away from the road, saving your life and was very surprised when he saw the disappointment in your look

Your next meeting took place at school and then he was able to get a better look at you. You were wearing a lot of bandages and you didn't talk, but when you noticed him, you smiled at him as if you were old friends. From the moment you started studying with him in the same class, you, though by chance, but spent time together

Token it was difficult to understand what you found so charming in death, but as long as you didn't endanger yourself and those around him, it suited him. He communicated with you, although from the outside it seemed like something one-sided. You still preferred to be silent rather than talk, and the reason for this was unknown to him, but he respected your choice. He grumbled every time he treated your wounds, but inwardly softened when he saw your sincere smile. He didn't know what exactly made you so happy, that you got new wounds or that he was treating them

Token spent a lot of time with you, often preventing you from being in serious danger, but you stopped reacting to it as before. You took it with a slight smile on your lips, not even thinking to be indignant about it. He didn't know if you were grateful to him or not, but he wasn't going to stop saving you

🎭 Jimmy Valmer x male!Reader 🎙

You and Jimmy met when your parents came to meet new neighbors and brought you with them. Jimmy was friendly to you and at first thought you had burns. You were wearing a lot of bandages and you weren't talking. Your parents didn't pay attention to it, apparently getting used to it. It wasn't until he saw your wounds that he realized that the reason you were wearing bandages wasn't burns

Jimmy helped you get used to the new school and quite often he noticed that you seemed to be trying to be in danger. It bothered Jimmy and he tried to be there to at least talk you out of it if he couldn't stop you. He saw your wounds several times and was dissatisfied each time when he saw you picking at wounds with your fingernail that had not yet healed

He understood that you were fascinated by death, although it was difficult for him to understand the reason for this. He gave you bandages when he noticed that there were traces of your blood on yours, he tried to limit your attempts to get close to death and sometimes tried to talk to you. You still remained silent, but he could tell by your smile and eyes what emotions you were experiencing

Your relationship was something incomprehensible. You got along with each other despite the fact that you didn't even say anything. He knew that you were a good person, and although your desire to be as close to death as possible caused him anxiety, he continued to be close to you and in a sense take care of you, while you tried to take care of him

[cartmankisser]

WHY IS THIS FLOPPING SO BAD 😭😭😭

trying this again since the original post keeps glitching????

-- you're such a necessity to the friend group!! a big friend group full of hyper and impulsive boys needs someone with more than 2 brain cells to keep them from accidentally killing themselves

you always keep your bag packed with first aid equipment. they have a habit of playing a bit rough so expect having to put bandaids on scraped elbows and scrub grass stains out of their worn out jeans. tylenol for bumped heads and rolled ankles, pepto for when they dare each other to eat things they should put in their mouths... you really do act like their mother sometimes.

-- craig's favorite thing to do is just ramble. he's pretty quiet at school, but when he's in either your room or his, he can just go on and on. you could say that his guinea pig is cute and he's talk about its whole life story and all the things he's learned about guinea pigs from having him and where he got it from and all the things he's brought it to do and and and.... he just likes to tell you all the fun facts and trivia he knows!! he's a bit of a nerd sometimes, but he knows you would never make fun of him.

-- clyde always goes to you when he wants some special attention. maybe it sounds weird, but he genuinely just loves when people listen to him!! whether it's complaining about some dumb class or boasting about all the games his team won, he likes telling stories about how cool and correct he is about everything!! and he likes it even more when you agree with him! it might seem like a small thing to everyone else, but you're like the smartest person he knows!! so its always a bit of a confidence boost for him.

-- jimmy likes to practice his routines one on one with you. don't get me wrong, he loves his other friends too! it's just that when everyone is together, things usually get pretty chaotic and he just can't think straight. he always likes to do it in front of someone though, so that he can get advice as well as practice and learn the flow of all his new jokes. it's a bit counterproductive though, because whenever you laugh, he can't help but laugh too! he still tries his hardest to finish his routine through all the giggling fits, but eventually he just gives up and laughs with you.

-- tweek tends to cling to you at school. there's so many people there and it's crowded and loud and his teachers keep pressuring him about upcoming quizzes!! it's just a lot on his mind and being with you, someone so calm and patient with him, is comforting to him! he really appreciates how you're supportive and rooting for him without trying to push him outside him comfort zone.

-- tolkien is so grateful for you! most of his friends can be a bit irresponsible, so having someone else to hold them accountable for their dumb behavior is nice!! and he likes it when you scold them for being stupid, too! he cant stop himself from giggling when you call them dumbasses for getting hurt, and he really can't hold back his laughter when they try to give you bashful apologies for being stupid

[newkatzkafe2023]

Can you do the monkey sleep deity reader story but with the original genders of the Sun Wukongs?

(Lmk Wukong) Man, you can not tell me he doesn't have nightmares every night, especially with what was going on with Mk and the world being constant in danger, the final straw being heaven's constant Bs. The his mental health was Severely damaged until he met you in his sleep, a beautiful female monkey with sleepy smile and he was immediately hooked. Every night you would come to dispell his nightmares with yout Vanilla scented mist and he would look love drunk. Though you come and cuddle with him too laying your head on his chest, as you sing soft lullabies and just shower him with love and affection Wukong would have to control himself around you. Wanting to mate, date, and marry you so bad he spend everyday and every night looking for you, until he found you in the outskirts of the city sleeping in a old treehouse. Where he courtnap you and brought his lovely sleepheart back to FFM.

(MKR Wukong) He tends to have nightmares about the celestial war and his old humiliating job and all the other bad stuff that happened to him. When he met you in his nightmare everything change and the cold prison became a cozy grassfeild, where he would join you for some quality time. You both would lay on Dream clouds having personal heart to heart conversations, or he would just listen to your soft sleepy voice speak and mumble music to his ears. The Vanilla scented mist did wonders for us sore muscles, as he lays there with you rubbing his chest gently. Then came your heavenly love lullaby songs, Wukong had fallen under your spell and need to have you now. So during the journey he secretly went to find you and one night there you were sleeping on the beach by a village. He wasted no time courtnapping his little sleep heart😴

(NR Wukong) He tries to repress his trauma fuel nightmares, but this one was very intense and tried so hard to fight the unshed tears. Then you came in one night and your beauty and powers had him speechless, It was like as soon as you got here everything in the world was alright again. Every night when you destroy the nightmares you come to comfort him and wipe the pain filled tears away, as you snag soft lullabies. Wukong had got to have you especially with your beautiful sleepy smile and your never ending compassion and patience freely giving him affection. When he woke up especially feeling refreshed he used whatever connections and resources he has to find you in person, and he found you sleeping in a cheap motel. Ohhhhhhhhhh that just won't do my sleepheart, as he courtnaps you home and gives you some sleepy loving of his own starting on your lips💋

(HIB Wukong) With his life, paranoia, and trauma stressing the hell out of him, and his nightmares would be pure hell. That was until one night. His nasty nightmare was dispelled by a sleepy, beautiful female monkey, showing compassion and worry for him. He took a while to open up but with your subtle persistence like singing lullabies and gentle cuddles that would bring a blush to his face, especially when you would fall asleep with your paw in his.....um pants. Though you grew on him so fast with your lovely soft body, your drowsy voice, and your sweet scented vanilla extract Fur. Wukong was an addict and he won't be ashamed about it. Which is why the next morning He took it upon himself to get ready to search and courtnap you, which didn't take to long because his sleep heart was napping in a tree🥰

(Netflix Wukong) You met one night when a particular nightmare, bought him to vulnerability and tears. When he saw you he tried to put his walls back up but you were already singing a lullaby so sofly to him, and he found himself bawling his eyes out but he strangely felt better afterwards. Wukong found himself being more and more vulnerable and open with you, all the mental and emotional wounds suddenly didn't hurt as much as he remembered. You lovely voice, having no judgment, no hatred just a soft lullaby just for him. He would be in a state of daze as you smothered him in affection, cuddles, and compassion. Giving him plenty of kisses as well, but one time you fell asleep on his chest after a particularly intense mating session. He made the decision to courtnap you and bring you back home, He found his little sleepheart sleeping in the grass.

(BMW Wukong) Wukong seems to be the type to Sometimes have dark thoughts about the past, and it would rarely effect his future. Wukong has many regrets and with those reminders comes the horrible nightmares, but then those nightmares get dispelled by you. Wukong's jaw dropped as he got a look at you a fluffy sleepy female monkey, smelling of sweet Vanilla, immediately needed to get his paws on you. It happened every night Wukong would have you rub his chest muscles as you sing him a soft tune from those luscious lips of yours, not to mention your cuddles God he has never felt so relaxed. Also your kindness and your compassion, and your affectionate self, Wukong made a decision to courtnap you now. He found you after searching 5 villages sleeping on your nimbus cloud, as he woke you up with a kiss between your soft hips making your moan gently. Ohhhhhhhhhh Wuwu😴🥰☺️

(Destined one) The destined one rarely gets scared or has nightmares but when he does he's not going back to sleep for the rest of the night, one participant nightmare plagued him mentally but soon you came in and destroyed it. Then came down to bring comfort and care to him, the destined one thought you weren't real at first but your godly Presence came in his subconscious every night and join him. You both would exchange quiet secrets and sweet sleepy whispers, either from your lullabies or his quiet deep chirps. You would fall asleep listening to his heartbeat and he would sleep to the sounds of your soft breathing, Man imagine having the honeymoon before the wedding. Which is why the destined one went to find you during his journey, and there you were sleeping by the river where he awoken you with a sweet gentle kiss for his sleepheart. You would open your eyes giving him a warm smile reaching your sleepy eyes, as your courtnapped away by him.

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[hunnysnoops]

˗ˋ𝕎𝕙𝕚𝕥𝕖 𝕋𝕖𝕖𝕥𝕙 𝕋𝕖𝕖𝕟𝕤ˊ˗

Chapter Five: Mess Around

Kyle Broflovski x fem reader

The heat is rising and only getting hotter, ready to blow. I think I’ll pour myself a glass of water, let it flow.

Also available on Ao3 and Wattpad!

Premise: You’ve practiced all season for this track meet, time to show off your skills.

Warnings: cause language + humour / brief mentions of blood

MASTERLIST

Amidst the chatter of athletes, coaches, and spectators, one figure stood out—you with bruises swallowing your under eyes like Halloween makeup, the bandage covering up the break and the dried blood that stayed beneath your nostrils. You had tried to get rid of the dried blood several times though the swelling kept pushing pressure onto blood vessels and forced it back out leaving you to look like you had gone straight from Fight Club to the track meet.

No matter how many times you raced around the oval track, adrenaline still surged through your veins like an untamed wildfire. You had gone somewhat nonverbal while you reached back to what your PE teacher had taught you about the most successful athletes using mental imagery to win their respective heats.

You stood on the outside of the track, sneakers sinking into the grassy field while you shifted your weight back and forth between your legs, hands on your hips as you stared dead at the track. The rest of the kids from South Park were either catching their breath beneath the shade of the pop-up canopy or they were on the track competing. Currently, speed walking was in session so there wasn't much to watch even if you had been paying attention to anything other than the thought of you winning.

The music blasting through your headphones was nearly turning you deaf, you wanted to block everything out until the time came when you got back on the track for the relay. Your other heats went well though you knew that you wouldn't be satisfied unless all of them were blue ribbons.

The playlist that was spilling out of your headphones was one that Bebe had made for you to listen to before soccer games though you chose to ignore the fact that her absence made her feel even more present in your life than ever.

A boy wearing a maroon Cedar Valley Wildcats uniform had strolled up, saying something with a huge smile on his tanned face. You hadn't assumed he was talking to you until he stood awkwardly, maintaining his crooked smile while he waited for you to answer him. You pulled a headphone out, eyes narrowing at him "What?"

"I asked if you got a nose job," He repeats, pushing his tousled waves of chestnut hair away from the frame of his chiselled jawline.

"No," You answer, face stoic and voice to match. The past few days you heard this question more times than you could keep track of, the first time it was asked you didn't care but the next thirty or so times, it grated in your skull whether it was intended as a blandly unfunny joke or a genuine question.

"Oh," His grin falters for just a second "I'm Hudson,"

"Okay," You move to put your headphones back in but Hudson interrupts the process.

"So, does it hurt?" He gestures at his nose.

"Feels great," You answer with sarcasm dripping from your voice like syrup "You should see the other guy."

"Yeah?" Hudson says this like it's a challenge "Where is he?"

You swerve your head to look for the ginger and after a moment you spot him at a concession stand, he was tasked to buy Gatorade for his friends though two girls in Maplewood t-shirts keep prodding him with questions. One of the girls has her arms crossed as she looks up at him with a smile, the other is on her phone, seemingly bored. Even with a black eye, he was still drawing attention from girls. Maybe it was the black eye and bruised cheekbone that caused the intrigue, he should be thanking you. "Right there," You point at him.

Hudson's eyes widen a little bit before he cracks into the huff of a laugh "Holy shit, I thought you were joking," He's undoubtedly tall though you couldn't shake the thought that Kyle would tower over him with his sky-scraping height.

"Cool," You return to the one-word responses.

You would've thought him to be a surfer if you weren't in Denver, he almost checked off every box with his athletic build, bronze tan, and effortlessly charming smile, all he was missing was a puka shell necklace. "I saw you run in the four hundred, you were really good," He smiles once again, his teeth blindingly white in contrast to his skin.

"Thanks," You press your lips together in a thin line. No matter what Hudson was doing to try and flirt with you, it fell flat and rested in awkward silence before he forced out another attempt at small talk.

"Ayo," Another guy from Cedar Valley rolls around, slinging an arm around his buddy. "My boys got W rizz!" He looks back and forth between the two of you, expecting you to laugh or react in any other way that wasn't cringing so hard you felt the urge to gag.

Hudson slowly turned to look at his friend, silently cursing him for ruining what wasn't great to begin with. "Dude," He says, friendly tone and smile dropping completely.

"He's the rizzler," He gives Hudson a firm pat on the shoulder while beaming at you like he was a good wingman "Rizzly bear," he tries again but is met with unnerving stillness from both you and Hudson.

"Ignore him, please," Hudson turns his attention back to you.

His friend didn't seem to catch onto the fact that poking this dead horse wasn't funny in any manner "He's the rizzard or Oz, if you give him your number you can spend Chrizzmas together."

"I'm good, I think I'll just get a rizztraining order," You say, face contorting into a look of disdain as you turn to leave the conversation, putting your headphones back in until the sound of him yelling after you had gone completely.

You spot Red sitting beneath the canopy, a track and field hoodie thrown over her uniform of a green jersey that read 'Park County High' on the front with a graphic of a cow paired with black shorts, the same thing you were wearing.

"I can't fathom that speedwalking is a sport," She says, eyes focused on the track out of boredom while she soaked up the coolness of the shady grass.

"Fathom it, babe," You pause your music to listen to her. Red's hair had been secured tightly by you during the bus ride, you French braided it then secured all of the flyaways from her shaggy haircut with barrettes and bobby pins then finally pushed any hair that dared to touch her face away with a black headband. Her hair had held out through each heat that she ran, only budging slightly during hurdles.

"What was going on with those two guys?"

"I don't know but I feel strangely violated," You respond truthfully, almost shuddering at the thought of the short smiley wingman.

"Checks out," She nods, looking back to the track.

Absentmindedly, your eyes shift back to the concession stand where Kyle still stands, trying to balance entirely too many bottles of Gatorade while he chats with the same girl from before, her friend had disbanded but the short brunette girl held her ground. Kyle was laughing at something she had said, nearly craning his neck to look down at her.

Red follows your gaze and sees the same sight as you "Why the hell is he getting game with a fucked up eye?"

"I wouldn't know, man."

"I mean, you're getting game and you look like you've been lobotomized."

"Thank you, raggedy Ann."

"You're so welcome," A small grin splits onto her face though you look past her at Kyle instead of focusing on your friend. It was compulsive, really, how your eyes just shifted to the dark bruise enveloping his eye.

Maybe it was because he was laughing at the girl in front of him and in turn she put a hand on his forearm. What you had pulled from your head was that he laughed harder at your joke the night he got that bruise which was already drastically lighter while the pain from your broken nose didn't seem to let up.

"I was joking about the lobotomy thing but you're being more off-putting than usual," Red says, eyebrows furrowing in, a glimmer of light bouncing off the copious amounts of jewelry skewered through her ears.

"I'll off-put you," you say, trying to figure out how that statement made sense as it came out of your mouth.

"Sounds kinky," She shrugs, pulling some grass up from the soil until it's spilling out of her hand. She drops the balled-up blades of grass and wipes the remainder on your arm which left nothing more than a little dampness and a few pieces limply stuck onto your skin.

You brush the grass off your arm, ripping some out to toss it on her lap like you were still a petty kid in elementary school.

Shot put was taking place at the same time as speed walking, a little evil part of you snorted at the idea of one of the balls hitting the walkers. You thought back to the one year when Stan had joined track and excelled at shot put though he didn't return the following year due to a little awkwardness between him and Tolkien.

"How funny would it be if one of the shot puts hit someone on the track?" Red asks.

"Oh my god," Your face softens slightly "I love you so much."

"Where you just thinking that?"

"Yeah, I was," You nod, reaching to snatch up her left hand into your right and clutch it tightly. Using your free hand, you rip up more grass and tuck it into the hood of her sweater, she doesn't fight you over it, all Red does is accept the fact that she'll be finding bits of pasture in her hoodie for the next week or so.

"We look kinda gay right now."

"We usually do," You answer.

"Yeah, I guess."

A figure looms above the pair of you and as you glance up at Kyle you can't fight the reflex of narrowing your eyes at him like he was always about to do something evil. "Here you go," He tosses a Gatorade to Red and to you, a Powerade.

"Thanks, man," Red looks from the bottle to him with a little smile.

"No problem," He says, pressing his lips back together and taking off. You did nothing but study the drink with intensity like it was an ancient code waiting to be cracked. While everyone else got a standard bottle of Gatorade he gave you a Powerade.

"That was nice,"

"Too nice," You glare at Kyle as he returns to his little huddle of friends to distribute the drinks.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"He gave me a Powerade instead of Gatorade because he knows that I like them more," You tell Red, eyes still hyper-focused on Kyle where he stood. You had always made a fuss about preferring one to the other even though everyone told you that they tasted exactly the same, you could always tell the difference and made sure that everyone in your vicinity knew that.

"Okay?" Red raises an eyebrow, she had the sense that you were going to break out into a conspiracy theory.

"This isn't right," you conclude, breaking your gaze away from the ginger to turn your attention back to the bottle he had given you.

"What? You think it's poison or something?" She asks.

"No, it's just weird," You tell her dropping the Powerade onto the ground "It's unsettling."

"It isn't unsettling, it was just Kyle being nice."

"Yeah, and that's unsettling."

"Not really, you're always worse to him."

"Nuh-uh."

"Oh my god," Red cracked the lid of her drink open, the icy condensation dampening her palm as she took a deep swig. "It's so weird that nice gestures make you so squirmy, I could put you in a nice meadow with a gentle breeze and you'd find something to seeth about."

"Maybe I don't fuck with meadows."

"Yeah, that sounds about right," She shrugs, taking another sip.

"And nice gestures don't make me squirmy."

"You're squirmy as fuck right now," Red gives you an up-and-down look, your knees are pulled into your chest while you stare at the bottle of Powerade on the ground. "Is it possible that you're becoming friends?"

Your face contorted into a look of terror and disgust, mouth hanging ajar, upper lip curling in while your shoulders tensed "Jesus fucking Christ, don't say that ever again, I might have to take a couple shots of Clorox."

"Alright," She raised her hands in defence "My bad, dude."

"Yeah, it is your bad," Your eyes shifted over to the girl Kyle was talking to. She was short and had mousy brown hair long even in a ponytail, it was so silky that it almost looked like it was shimmering gold the way the light hit it. "Why do we like pretty people?"

"Isn't it called the halo effect or something?"

"Yeah, but I mean do we find super good-looking people attractive because it's rare to see someone so beautiful?" You ask "Like if everyone got nose jobs, BBLs, filler, and botox would their beauty dwindle in value because what was unique becomes common like inflation?”

"Have you been online? Everyone already has all of those things and they're still pretty hot." 

"Am I right though?" 

"Maybe," She takes another beat to think it over "I guess, yeah, like if everyone looked the exact same then someone with different features might become the new standard."

"I think we should start celebrating grotesque ugliness instead of beauty." 

"Or maybe we should just stop being so obsessed with appearance.”

"Yeah," As much as you pretended to be above picking apart appearances it was something drilled into your head since childhood that you weren't sure you would be shaking anytime soon "Maybe."

In your peripheral, you caught a glimpse of the girl from the concession stand. She was making her way in your direction which you didn't think anything of until she flashed a blindingly white smile "Hey."

Red looks to you for a reaction but you just stare up at the girl with gaping eyes and a crease between your brows so she takes the hassle of answering "Uh, hey."

"I'm Alyssa," She says, briefly gesturing to herself before hiding her hands behind her back. 

"I'm Rebecca," A faint smile touched her lips, barely noticeable.

"That's a pretty name," Her lips, softly curved and naturally rouge, formed an easy, inviting smile. She had a litter of freckles over her button nose, faint over her caramel skin.

"Thank you," There was a tinge of confusion in Red's voice, it wasn't often that you came across girls your age that were so forwardly kind. 

"So, are you guys friends with Kyle? I saw you talking to him," Aylssa's voice gets quieter towards the end of the sentence as she quickly glances around to see if he's in the area.

Once again Red looks at you like you're going to answer, she takes it into her own hands to respond "Yeah, I guess."

 "Great!" The relief is evident on her face "I wanted to ask him for his number but I sorta chickened out, is there any way I could get it off one of you?" She looks between the two of you and her face drops at your expression "Unless he has a girlfriend-

"No, you're good," Red waves her off "I don't have his number but she does," She gently elbows your bicep.

"Awesome, is it cool if I grab it off you?"

"What the fuck is happening today?" You mutter to yourself.

"Mixed *mmph* will begin shortly, all competing *crack* to the track, please," A pot-bellied man with whispy grey and white hair calls through a megaphone, his voice is muffled and staticky through it, though the message is intercepted by a decrepit microphone, you were well aware that this was the announcement of the final relay.

You stood next to Tolkien and Kyle, the three of you watching Red where she prepped herself for the lead-off. She stood a few meters down the track, bouncing lightly on her toes and rolling her shoulders. She shook her hands out in front of her while taking deep breaths to loosen her body. It wasn't often that you saw Red so focused on something, the last time you saw her this earnest was at the soccer tournament last summer where she had to face off against her ex. 

The man with the megaphone looked past the three of you to Coach Dawsey, who was chewing loudly on three pieces of bubblegum, from metres away you could hear him smacking his lips. Megaphone man held up a thumbs up and a thumbs down to the coach, a subtle way of asking whether our team was set to go.

"Yeah," Dawsey says through a mouthful of gum "We're good to go Marty."

"Huh?" Marty narrows his eyes and cranes his neck forward to get a better look at you coach.

"I said we're good to go, Marty!" Coach shouts, cupping his hands around his cracked lips.

Marty shrugs, megaphone hanging limp by his side while he uses his other hand to tap his ear "I can't hear ya' Steve."

"We are good to go!" He shouts even louder, causing the crowd of Coaches, teachers and students alike to cast him odd glances. 

"You gotta be louder, Steve," Marty addresses Dawsey, ignoring the abundance of spectators silently judging his senility. 

“We are good!”

"What?" Marty holds the microphone back to his mouth "Park County, are all of your racers accounted for?"

"Yes!" You shout, holding two thumbs up high to be sure the old man can see them before gesturing to you, Tolkien, Kyle, and then Red "One, two, three, four."

"I don't see the fourth," Marty shakes his head. "Young lady, you cannot count well."

"The girl with red hair on the vaguely empty track, in a Park County uniform, do you think she's stretching to watch the relay?" You point at your friend who seems completely tuned out along with the few other people warming up. 

Marty says something to a woman with a clipboard then doesn't address you or your team again. It wasn't your first time running the 4x400 though it was the first time without Adam and that thought made you sway a little on your feet. Adam had always been the finisher and now you had replaced that position. 

"Runners two to four please line up with your team, lead runners please find your lane on the track," The woman with the clip board's voice carries effortlessly over the others and almost immediately everyone begins to straighten themselves out. Being behind Tolkien and Kyle you couldn't see directly ahead of you so you awkwardly tilted your head to keep your eyes steadied on Red. 

"Hey," Hudson calls from the line beside you. He's in the middle of two other runners, meaning he'll be running third for his team, he was parallel to Kyle. You grace him with a brief glimpse before focusing your attention back on Red "I'm sorry about my friend, earlier."

"Sick," You tell him without even looking in his direction though both Kyle and Tolkien were keen to pick up on this conversation. 

"Just pretend that never happened."

"Sure."

You really weren't attentive to what Hudson was saying, your mind was elsewhere whereas the two boys in front of you seemed more interested in the exchange, Tolkien had one eyebrow raised while he regarded Hudson. Kyle was however looking at you for any indication that what he was saying mattered to you, your face was unmoving. 

"I-uh, didn't catch your name," Hudson still maintains his crooked smile.

"I didn't throw it."

"That's a good one," He chuckles, rocking back and forth on his heels. You were less interested in him and more interested in the guy behind him who was the one you would be racing against, he was pasty, slim, and tall, maybe a few inches shorter than Tolkien and Kyle though it was hard to tell without him standing next to them. "I just feel like we got off on the wrong foot."

"Yeah," You answer truthfully, asking if you got a nose job wasn't a great opener and bothering you before what you considered the most difficult sprint wasn't aiding his case.

"Maybe I could get your number and we could redo this whole thing?"

"No."

Kyle and Tolkien glance at one another before Tolkien whispers "What's going on?"

"Dude, I don't know," He wasn't entirely sure why this boy was chasing someone clearly uninterested though he may have been one to go for the mean girls. 

"How about if my team ranks higher in the relay, you give me your number," He proposes.

"And when my team ranks higher you'll put a shotgun in your mouth while I watch?" You say with ease. Like usual you were teetering very dangerously on the line between standoffish and obscenely confident.

"You're really funny," Hudson smiles and there was not a single speck of evidence that he took any of that statement poorly.

'What the fuck?' Tolkien mouths with furrowed eyebrows, he couldn't tell whether Hudson was truly self-assured enough not to be bothered with your cold regard or if he was stupid enough to consider it flirting.

"So if I win, I get your number?" He presses for confirmation.

"Yeah, sure, stop talking."

When Hudson finally turns back to his group Tolkien looks past Kyle and at you "You're going to give that guy your number?"

You shake your head "We're not losing to him," You and Kyle manage to say in sync, staring at each other and horror. It always scared you when your words happened to match up with Kyle, as rare as it was, it happened more than you would've liked. 

"Runners, on your mark," Marty's crackly voice sounded out amongst you. The three of you fell silent while you trained your eyes on Red, her muscles tense and ready for the long sprint ahead. She took a deep breath, feeling the cool air fill her lungs, and visualized her lap—every stride, every breath, the smooth curve of the track.

She adjusted herself into the blocks, clutching the orange baton in her right hand while tapping her fingers lightly against the turf. You were glad that you had been given the fifth lane, it would prove to be gentler as opposed to the inner lanes and their sharp turns.

"Get set," He announces and Red angles herself on the starting block, eyes narrowing on the length ahead. Marty holds the air horn to the sky and the very moment it sounds the runners take off. 

Red launched forward with powerful, determined strides, her legs pumping rhythmically as she rounded the first bend. The cheers of spectators blurred into a distant roar as she concentrated on maintaining her speed and form. She was neck and neck with a girl in a bright yellow uniform who took up her pace and passed her. 

You wanted to cheer for Red until your lungs felt like sandpaper but she never paid any attention to the cheering and yelling, just the stretch that she had to cross and the amount she had left. Tolkien shifted forward along with the others taking the second lap of the sprint, the volunteers had been quick to move the starting block out of the way. He took the fifth lane, standing sideways on the curve of the track, he bounced slightly on his feet to stay light.

The final leg of her sprint approached quickly, and Red leaned into it, her body angled perfectly to maintain speed without losing balance. Her breaths were deep and controlled, her focus unbroken. The wind rushed past her ears, carrying the faint cheers of the crowd. She knew the other teams were right behind and ready to swallow her. She neared the handoff zone as two other teams pushed past her narrowly, their bright uniforms a blur past her eyeline. Physically you winced as you watched this. 

Coming into the first handoff, Tolkien was already in motion, his arm extended backward. The baton pass was seamless, a fluid exchange born of countless hours of practice that only one of the two had attended. Tolkien took off like a shot, his long legs eating up the distance. He pushed through the first curve with smooth, even strides, his eyes fixed on the track ahead. His determination was palpable, driving him to push ahead. 

His eyes flicked to the runners behind him, gauging their distance. The rival teams were close, their presence a constant pressure, but Tolkien thrived on it. It pushed him to dig deeper, to find that extra burst of speed. 

The runners taking the third lap were called forward to take their positions, despite not intending to, Kyle looked back at you to see you already staring at the back of his head. "You'll do good," You would deny that you ever said it but in that moment it was what he needed to hear. You let the words simmer between the two of you only for a second before everyone began to inch forward into their new positions. 

"You'll do great," His mouth drew into a thin line, curving upwards so slightly that you would've missed it had he jogged his way to the handoff zone a second sooner. 

You look to the boy now standing alone a few feet away from you, the lanky pale kid that was allegedly faster than Adam. Your mind recovered the memories of every coach and PE teacher you had ever come across telling you that running was a mental game; they meant you needed to train your mind so you could push past your current physical capabilities and achieve new levels of success, something like that. Though you had something else in mind entirely "My grandma just died."

The lanky boy who stood behind Hudson minutes ago looked around to be sure you were talking to him "I'm sorry?"

"Yeah," You let out a long sigh "She was doing well until she tried to crawl over the patio of her retirement home to buy Fireball at the liquor store across the street."

"That sucks, did she hit her head or something?"

"No, she made it over the railing but tripped and broke her hip so she got sent to the hospital without Fireball."

"Oh, I'm-

"And then she got better and was sent back to her retirement home and snuck out again, she made it across the street but they were out of Fireball so she had to buy Jägermeister."

"Jägermeister's good too," He said sheepishly.

"That's what grandma thought before she got hit by a truck crossing the street to get back to her retirement home," You shook your head, feigning melancholy. 

"That's unfortunate."

"No, it's not," You say "She survived getting hit by the truck but it happened to be transporting cashews and grandma's deathly allergic to tree nuts."

He pressed his lips into a thin line, nodding slowly "My dad's allergic to peanuts, that's sad for her."

"Luckily she had her Epi-pen on her and a bystander was able to bring her back from anaphylactic shock."

"Oh?"

"She died a year later from liver failure, she's a terrible drunk, and takes her wig off when she gets tipsy."

"Sorry for your loss-

"Grandma said all she wanted me to achieve in life was to win the 4x400 relay at the Kettle Valley junior track meet," You mustered up your best guilt-tripping look, you weren't sure whether it was working or not but you hoped that your broken nose added sympathy points. Running is a mental game after all.

His eyebrows furrowed "No she did not."

As Tolkien rounded the curve and entered the back straight, he lengthened his stride, his legs a blur of motion. His arms pumped rhythmically at his sides, each swing helping to propel him forward. The strain was building in his muscles, a familiar burn that he welcomed. It meant he was pushing his limits, giving everything he had until he flew past a boy from Northridge leaving two more runners roughly five metres ahead.

The next handoff zone loomed ahead, and Tolkien locked eyes with Kyle, who was already in motion. The coordination had to be perfect. He could see Kyle's hand extended back, ready to receive the baton. Tolkien's focus sharpened, his entire being centred on making a flawless pass.

Kyle felt a surge of adrenaline as Tolkien approached the handoff zone. He began his run, matching his steps to Tolkien's pace, his hand outstretched and steady. The baton was placed firmly into his grip, and without missing a beat, Kyle accelerated down the track. The smooth handoff gave him confidence, and he launched into his leg of the relay with a new determination. As he passed he couldn't help but steal a glance as you stuck up your middle finger to the tall boy beside you who moved on to say he didn't believe your grandma was dead. 

"Stop talking shit about my grandma."

"She's not dead," He said bluntly.

"How would you know? Mabel was really sick in the last year of her life."

"Maybe some of that sickness passed to you." He shrugged. 

You glared at him "Alright, Slim Jim, I'm gonna kick your ass and then shove peanuts down your dad's throat and make you retrieve his Epi-pen through a saw trap."

"Jesus," He uttered. 

While the runners were nearing the midpoint of the track the anchor runners were directed to the final handoff zone. Kyle swung his legs faster than he thought was possible, he was used to endurance running, not the panicky surge of sprints and the anxious feeling of the other teams pulling ahead any moment.

The two ahead were a girl from Summit in a deep blue colour and Hudson, the boy he recognized only as the one who had asked for your number. The one who would be getting your number if he won and that was something that irked Kyle to the point he quickened his strides, chasing down the Cedar Valley boy.

In mere seconds he passed the girl from Summit who was quickly swallowed by another runner and Kyle was feet away from closing the gap with Hudson, His long legs were being put to use. His steady steps pounded in rhythm with the beat of his heart. 

Kyle ignored the way his body ached like someone had set in on fire, he kept his mind focused on pulling past Hudson and his smug crooked grin. He thought the muscles flexing in his calves were ready to give out at any second until he said you at the handoff, eyes steady and unmoving on his panting figure. He glanced to the side at Hudson who was paralleled to him, their strides almost fell in complete sync, each time either sped up so did the other leaving them completely levelled. 

With a nod of your head, Kyle extended the baton forward, his grip firm but ready to release. Your hand met his with perfect timing, and the baton passed smoothly. Kyle felt the slight resistance of the transfer before letting go, ensuring it was secure before he released it.

His part in the race complete, Kyle slowed his pace, his chest heaving with exertion. He turned to watch you take off, his heart swelling in anticipation. The handoff had been perfect, and now it was up to you to bring them home as he and Hudson had reached the handoff at the same time. Kyle jogged off the track, joining Red and Tolkien on the grassy sidelines of the track. 

They were all breathless but exhilarated, their eyes fixed on you. Kyle had no doubt in his mind that you would break the tie and take the lead. 

Your powerful strides ate up the track as you took the baton and surged forward. Every muscle in your body hummed with exertion, the focus was entirely on you and you had no intentions of losing to the lanky boy struggling to match your pace.

Kyle watched as you navigated the back straight, your form perfect and pace relentless. The crowd's noise seemed to swell, a thunderous backdrop to the subtle drama unfolding on the track. Kyle's eyes were locked on you, every step pushing you forward seemed like it didn't phase you though your shaky breath displayed otherwise. 

The final curve approached, and you leaned into it, your speed undiminished and ever-consistent. Kyle could see the strain on your face, the sheer effort it took to maintain such a blistering pace. But there stood the overwhelming urge to win, the finish line was in sight, and you were giving it everything you had.

With the home stretch before you, your strides lengthened, arms swinging with renewed vigour. The other teams were close, but you had a slight edge with the Cedar Valley boy beginning to pass you. Every muscle strained as you forced yourself to push further, moving so fast you felt like you had broken a record.

The tall boy from Cedar Valley was watching you take the final stride across the finish line, barely passing him but still you did so despite catching the turf with the toe of your runner and tumbling, colliding with the track. Your skin burned with bare friction against the turf as you slid, you had made sure to protect your already broken nose, not bothering to rescue your limbs which were previously fine. It may have not been the mightiest of victories but it was still a victory nonetheless. 

You dragged yourself off the ground before anyone could reach you, the skin from your knees and elbows had been scraped a violent shade of red, so raw that spectators visibly watched droplets of blood emerge and pool over the shallow wound. Disregarding the newfound injury, you threw the baton on the ground, sticking the middle finger up to the lanky Cedar Valley boy and then to Hudson "Fuck you!" You smiled brightly. “My grandmas been dead for five years!”

"Yeah, fuck you, her grandmas dead as hell,” Red matched your gesture to the opposing school "Why are we doing this?"

"That's enough," the woman from earlier with the clipboard approached you and the pair of you were quick to drop your hands to your side. Wordlessly she handed blue ribbons to each of you, you slipped yours onto the the safety pin tasked to carry your other ribbons from the day and dangled it in front of Tolkien's face. 

Kyle hangs back and watches you drink in the win, unmoved by the stinging of the scrape of the blood dribbling down your shins like juice from a cherry.

The turf burn hurt far worse when the adrenaline wore off. Sally had misplaced her bag and in doing so held up the bus from departure, a little group of volunteers helped her look for it, a group which you had happily opted out from in exchange for a few extra beats of sleep on the bus. 

You balled your hoodie into a makeshift pillow and wedged it between your head and the window of the bus. It didn't take long for you to succumb to sleep despite the sun still shining brightly. Between the pain medication you had taken for your nose and the absurd amount of cardio you had performed that day, you were beyond thrilled to put your headphones in and close your eyes until sleep washed you over.

"Found it," Sally chuckled awkwardly, holding up her lavender duffle bag as she scuttled onto the already overfilled bus. The little search and rescue group piled onto the bus, shoving themselves into seats though Kyle paused next to the driver's seat. "Are we allowed this many people on a bus?"

"Yuh," Dawsey smacks his lips together "Legally we are allowed seventy-two kids on a school bus."

"Kids?" He asks "Like children?"

"Yuh, that's right."

"We're almost adults."

"No, you're good, sit down."

"It's obscenely crowded in here," His nose wrinkles as hazel eyes rake over the rows of sweaty teenagers.

"For god's sake boy, sit down or we're leaving ya' here," Coach yanks off his baseball cap to use it as a fan for his sweaty face.

Kyle shuffles through the aisle scanning for an open seat. The first he spotted was next to Emily Marx and the second was next to you. He tried to be quick about the decision, I mean you were asleep and Emily talked too much. It wasn't that he preferred either company in particular, he just preferred the silence and landed himself next to you. 

"Anyone missing?" Coach called back, he took the stillness as a no and geared up for the ride. He wasn't the best driver, there were times when Kyle thought he was so upset about Adam's injury that he wanted to drive the remainder of the team off the freeway as revenge for the tragedy. 

As usual, Kyle put his headphones on, ignoring the buzz of chatter from the rest of the team. it was quieter than usual as everyone was so beat, aside from the speed walkers. He was sure you wouldn't be the only one to fall asleep on the hour-long drive. 

The bus rumbled down the highway, the soft hum of the engine blending with the muffled conversations of the other passengers. The late afternoon sun cast a warm, golden glow through the windows, creating patterns of light and shadow on the seats. In the middle of the bus, Kyle reclined into the leather chair while you sunk against the window. His headphones securely in place, the world outside a blur as it whizzed past.

His body was pleasantly tired from the day's exertions, the kind of fatigue that comes from giving your all in competition and having blue ribbons to show for it. His playlist was a mix of his favourite tracks mixed in with some of the pop-punk stuff he begrudgingly listened to as per Stan's request, the music providing a not-so-soothing backdrop to his thoughts.

He replayed the events of the track meet in his mind, the adrenaline of his race still lingering. His muscles ached, but it was a satisfying ache that mingled with the thoughts of smiles lingering a moment too long. 

The bus hit a small bump, jostling him slightly, but he didn't mind. Kyle opened his eyes and glanced around at his teammates. Some were chatting animatedly, still riding the high of their performances. Others, like him, were lost in their own worlds, headphones in, gazing out the windows or dozing off. Coaches sharp turn failed to wake you, only shifting you until you had slumped against him, head uncomfortably digging into his bicep though Kyle didn't dare wake you or shrug you off him. 

He had known you too long to be so childish to make a spectacle over it. Not to mention he made the executive decision to sit next to you.

Still and unwavering Kyle looked at your lulled figure, he couldn't tear his mind away from how serene you looked when you weren't tense with defensiveness and challenge or lying about your grandmother. Then he wondered what you dreamed of that had you looking like you were drifting into eternal bliss. 

You had the occasional sniffling, little twitches and spasms in your face from what he presumed to be caused by the broken bone in the centre of your face as well as the abundance of padding to keep it in place. In his pocket, Kyles phone abruptly buzzes. 

Unknown Number: Heyyy :)

Kyle: ?

Unknown Number: Oh it's Alyssa lol

Unknown Number: From the concession stand

Kyle: How did you get my number?

Unknown Number: ur friend with the broken nose gave it to me

Kyle: oh cool 

Unknown Number: Do you wanna go out in the summer sometime?

His eyes shift from the blue light radiating off the screen of his phone and then to you and you and scraps over your knees, the bandage over your nose, and the half-drunken Powerade he had bought you tucked beneath your arm despite your endless murmuring to Red that you would sooner eat a pack of cigarettes before ingesting anything Kyle bought for you. 

Kyle: No, sorry

Kyle: I’ll be pretty busy this summer

Unknown Number: Oh

Unknown Number: that sucks 

Unknown Number: I thought we hit it off 

Kyle: Sorry

A/N: sorry for lack of updates, I’ve been on vacation. Got home from Greece at three am last night! Missed you guys lol

[kwnnys]

— craigs gang + tweek sleeping hcs

hcs ; a/n : ok I swear I'll work on reqs after this pinky promise

— craig tucker

I've mentioned this on another post but I definitely think he grinds his teeth while sleeping.

mostly because of anxiety, but also it just happens randomly

he doesn't move much, but he occasionally turns while sleeping.

craig abslutely cannot sleep with warm sheets or pillows. it makes him super irritated and annoyed.

sometimes he lets tricia in his bed when she gets nightmares and they have cute sibling bond times <33

begged his parents for one of those car beds for years till they finally caved in and bought it for him.

has a bunch of space and car themed pajamas.

— tweek tweak

poor boy rarely gets any sleep cause of his insomnia 🙁🙁

but when he does manages to sleep, hes always tossing and turning

he defo groans and squirms in his sleep for no reason... just tweek being tweek

he used to have a bunch of stuffed animals until one night he swore he saw one of them move and threw them all out

always sleeps with the lights/tv on, or with a nightlight

the guys tease him for it constantly 😓😓

most of the time he sleeps in his outside clothes cause he forgets to change into his pajamas

xtra creek hc : the first time tweek slept over with craig he could not sleep the whole night cause mf kept grinding his teeth and it was driving him INSANE 😭😭 he always made sure to bring earplugs whenever he slept over since that day.

— clyde donovan

the kind of guy to say "sleep is for the weak 🥶" then pass out at 7 pm.

also sleeps with a nightlight on but would NEVER admit it out loud.

a very loud snorer in denial.

has a secret stuffed animal he always sleeps and cuddles with every night.

he talks in his sleep and says a bunch of random things

loves doing skin care and having spa nights!!!!!

the first one to sleep during every sleepover. cries every time he wakes up to drawings of penises on his face.

sleeps in the most horrendous positions 💀💀

bro transforms to a gymnast when he sleeps😭

— tolkien black

the most normal person in the group

he mostly sleeps on his side or back.

the group goes to his house for sleepovers so often he literally has some of their clothes in his drawer.

wears retainers.

he always makes sure to send the group goodnight texts before sleeping.

secretly a sleep walker (he doesn't know though.)

his bed is so big hes like an ant whenever he lays down 💀

has alot of fancy sleeping masks and scrubs but never uses them 😭 he just keeps them there for aesthetics

— jimmy valmer

that type of person that cannot sleep without a fan.

everyone will be trying to rest with the loud ass sound of a fan in the background 💀

almost immediately wakes whenever someone turns it off.

always sleeps through all of his alarms. he has about 50 of them.

used to wear retainers before he got braces.

shifts alot in his sleep and occasional giggles.

tells EVERYONE about all his silly dreams.

^ the group is kinda tired of it tbh.

jokingly tells the guys he has a boner in the middle of the night and they just look at him like 😐

[jewbeloved]

🍬 Halloween in South Park 🎃

Warning: Uh none?

Gender: Neutral

Note: Happy Halloween everyone! Here's a scenario of you celebrating Halloween with everyone you care about. 🧡🧡🎃🎃

Celebrating Halloween is like celebrating any other holiday. But here in south park. Chao, weirdness, and maybe even funny things happen here and Halloween in south park is bound to have weird shit going on.

Everyone has on their costumes and whatnot. Everyone is going around trick or treating for candy, handing out candy or just simply staying indoors.

You were one of the trick or treaters. You always go hunt for candy with your friends. The main four guys, and the rest of your classmates. You were in your room getting dressed in (Your Halloween costume) that you didn't even hear the door bell ringing.

You realize that the boys were here. You ran out of your room and opened the door to see them in their Halloween costumes.

"Hey guys! Nice costumes you got there!".

"Thanks (Name)! We love your costume as well!".

"Okay, now can we go trick or treating before all the losers get the best candies?!". You giggled at Cartman's impatience.

"Alright alright, Let's go trick or treating!". Before you and the boys left, you were also greeted by Craig and the others. After them was Wendy and Bebe. You were surprised but also excited.

"Hey (Name), we also want to go trick or treating with you too!". Wendy said excitedly while Cartman rolled his eyes at her comment.

You all agreed to go trick or treating together. Going from door to door collecting candies in your buckets. Halloween wasn't all just about the candy wasn't it? It was also about spending time with the people you care about. Everyone has their own definitions on holidays....but they all end up spending the holiday with someone or by themselves....

You always treasure each moment you spend with everyone. Nothing makes you more happier than this. By the time you knew it, your bucket was already full!

"Sorry guys! My bucket is completely full of candy! You'll have to collect the rest without me." You announced nervously.

"Huh? does that mean you won't come with us to anymore doors?".

"You can take my other bucket (Name)! I brought an extra one because....well- you don't need to know the reason okay?!". Tweek shakenly handed you his extra bucket and you thanked him with a smile.

"Thanks Tweek!". Your hands were now occupied, with one bucket that is full and one that is empty. You asked Timmy if he could hold your full bucket and he happily nodded.

This trick or treating has been going smoothly for no? Well it's not always promised that there won't be any drama happening. Cough cough Cartman....

Clyde suggested that you all could go to the haunted house that was set up at the school. Everyone except you eyed Clyde with an unimpressed look. They knew he would start crying as soon as he gets spooked by something creepy.

"I'm not going to cry this time on Halloween again guys!".

"Sure you won't Clyde...you big cry baby". Cartman snickered before being nudged in the shoulder by you.

Clyde ended up pissing his pants in the end and you comforted him from the embarrassment.

As the clock was about to strike midnight. Everyone was too tired to continue trick or treating. You all said your goodbyes to each other and gave Timmy a hug for holding your candy bucket before waving him off as well.

That was the best Halloween you ever had and you're lucky to be able to spend it with your loved ones.🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡

I hope everyone has a nice Halloween and gets a lot of candy! Make sure to brush your teeth and don't get cavities!

[tisthekatseason]

united by fate but separated by life

[bblueberrypancakes]

Y/n: Why does Token always do the laundry so loudly?

Clyde: So everyone knows that no one helps him out in the house.

Token, in the distance: *slams the washing machine shut*

[sundaepoppy]

Hellpark Masterlist

Request Rules here!

💖 Mortals 🌼

ᰔᩚ Stan Marsh

Stan with a neko s/o

ᰔᩚ Kyle Broflovski

ᰔᩚ Eric Cartman

ᰔᩚ Kenny Mccormick

Kenny with a shy hellspawn s/o

ᰔᩚ Craig Tucker

Craig with a shy hellspawn s/o

You messed up

ᰔᩚ Token Black

You messed up

ᰔᩚ Clyde Donovan

Clyde with a hellspawn s/o

You messed up

ᰔᩚ Jimmy Valmer

You messed up

⭐ Blonde squad + Damien

𖣘 Tweek Tweak

Living with Tweek

Yandere Tweek with an Imp s/o

You messed up

Tweek with a affectionate human s/o

𖣘 Thomas Lacey

Living with Thomas

Yandere Thomas with an Imp s/o

Thomas with a neko s/o

Thomas with a hellspawn s/o that only cares about him

Thomas with a s/o who kisses his jawline and neck

You messed up

Thomas with a "cold" hellspawn s/o

𖣘 Estella Havisham

Living with Estella

Estella with a kitsune s/o

Estella with an angel s/o

Yandere Estella with a calm fallen angel s/o

Estella with a blind Imp s/o

𖣘 Phillip "Pip" Pirrup

Living with Pip

Yandere Pip with an Imp s/o

Poly relationship with Pip

Pip with a kitsune s/o

Yandere Pip with a calm fallen angel s/o

You messed up

Pip with a affectionate human s/o

Pip with a "cold" hellspawn s/o

Yandere Pip with a human s/o who was his only friend

Pip with a blind Imp s/o

𖣘 Gregory Bellarose

Living with Gregory

Yandere Gregory with an Imp s/o

Gregory with a neko s/o

Gregory with an energetic hellspawn s/o

You messed up

𖣘 Damien Thorn

Poly relationship with Damien

Damien with a kitsune s/o

Damien with a affectionate human s/o

[vikkirosko]

Team Craig with a reader that has a furby (you know, that hing that looks like tatletail) and that treates it like her son?

Headcanons Furby

🖕 Craig Tucker x Reader 🚀

When Craig found out about the strange toy that was in your room, he was not sure that this toy was ordinary. Furby was a strange toy, but you were attached to it and sometimes even called this toy your child. Craig was worried about it, but he tried not to focus on it

Sometimes Craig found videos on the Internet that toys very similar to yours turned on by themselves in the middle of the night, even when they had no batteries. He didn't really believe it, but he still asked you if something strange had happened to your toy. Hearing from you that nothing unusual was happening, he breathed a sigh of relief, but your words did not at all reduce his feeling of anxiety when the toy's eyes were directed at him

Craig saw that you liked this strange toy, so he didn't say anything bad about your toy. He didn't want to accidentally offend you, so he preferred to keep quiet. Sometimes it seemed to him that this toy was really creepy, but he wasn't going to give in to paranoia, because it was just a toy

Although sometimes your favorite toy bothered him, but he tried to ignore this feeling. You were happy with this toy and he wasn't going to deprive you of this happiness with his comments about this strange toy

☕ Tweek Tweak x Reader ☕

When Tweek first saw your favorite toy, he felt the most real fear. He saw very similar toys on the Internet and every time he read about the terrible cases with such toys, he shuddered. Now he saw this toy in your possession and he was genuinely afraid for you. It took you a little time to calm him down and convince him that everything is fine and that your toy will not cause any harm to you or him

Every time he felt discomfort when your toy was near. He was even more worried that it was your favorite toy and you often said that it was your son. Tweek periodically asked you if everything was okay and if something strange or inexplicable was happening. You reassured him every time, saying that everything was fine and that he had nothing to worry about, but he continued to worry about you

His concern seemed very nice to you, even though you didn't understand what was scary about a cute toy. You saw how much Tweek strained when he saw your toy, so he tried to leave it in his room when he came to visit you. You knew that Tweek could be too impressionable, so you tried to feel a little better

Tweek understood that his concern could go beyond the usual, but he couldn't help but worry about you. Whether it was scary stories about toys or real threats, he still tried to protect you to the best of his ability, for which you were grateful to him

🌮 Clyde Donovan x Reader 💧

When Clyde first saw the strange toy, he did not attach much importance to it. He was sure that it was just a toy and if you liked it so much, then everything was fine. Even the fact that you called this toy your child did not seem strange to him. It seemed nice and a little funny to him

Sometimes he also became part of your family. He liked spending time with you and even sometimes the straining look of your favorite toy could not spoil your time together. Clyde always focused on you at such moments, just happy that you could have a good time together

Clyde didn't tell the others about your favorite toy. He didn't think it was necessary, because it was your personal. Clyde knew that every person has something personal, dear, so if you didn't tell about it yourself, then you wouldn't want him to tell about it to anyone

Clyde was glad to see you happy. It didn't really matter to him whether a toy made you happy or something else. He was happy to spend time with you and was ready to play with you. Even if you decided to take this toy with you during your trip to the city, he wouldn't mind, because it would make you happy

💸 Token Black x Reader 💵

Token was the first to know that your parents gave you a toy that you really liked. When he saw your new toy that you were so excited about, he was a little surprised. A strange furry creature with big eyes that he sometimes saw in the store was now in your room and you were sincerely glad of this gift

Every time Token came to visit you, he saw this toy. It didn't bother him much that you often called the toy your child. He was the second parent of your named child and seeing your smile, he could not refuse you this little game

Several times he heard from his classmates that such toys were strange and some even frightening, but he did not understand the reason for this. He didn't notice any oddities behind your toy, besides, you would have told him if something unusual had happened, so he decided that these were just groundless rumors

Token was glad that you liked your new toy. It didn't matter to him whether you treated the toy as your child or not. The main thing for him was that you were happy. Your smile made him happy and there was little that could spoil it

🎭 Jimmy Valmer x Reader 🎙

Jimmy was a frequent visitor to your house, so when you got a new toy, he was one of the first to find out about it. The unusual toy was a gift from your parents, which became a reason for joy. You didn't take the toy to school, but at home you took it with you all the time, which brought a smile to Jimmy's lips

He didn't mind that you called the toy your child. He didn't mind being a second parent to the toy, supporting your game and often he arranged small exclusive performances for you and your toy. In fact, these were rehearsals before his performances, because he knew that you liked his jokes, and your toy only complemented the atmosphere

When Jimmy found out about the strange rumors that were going around toys similar to your favorite, he decided that this was a good topic for jokes. He knew that it was just a rumor and if something strange had happened, you would have told him about it, so he didn't worry that something was wrong with your toy. He was sure it was just a toy

Jimmy knew that you also knew about the strange rumors around these toys, but you didn't pay attention to it. For you, it was your favorite toy and you would hardly change your mind if the rumors were true. Jimmy was ready to protect you from the toy if it turned out to be evil and tried to harm you

[prettypinkporkchop]

Welcome,

my lovely Porkchops! My inbox is ALWAYS open. I absolutely adore you all!

Lists of things I'll write:

TWILIGHT IS THE MAIN GO TO (any character)

Sleep token (all members)

5sos (all members)

True blood (all characters)

Buffy the vampire slayer (all characters ESPECIALLY WILLOW)

Sturniolo (Chris and Matt. Nick is gay you girl, chill)

I may add more!!!!

Smut, angst, fluff -YOU PICK!!!

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[zylie]

this account is just for cats and dark fanfics. Minors DNI. 🔞🔞🔞