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some things never change
#helluva boss#hellaverse#helluva boss blitz#fanart#fizzarolli helluva boss#fizzarolli#helluva boss season 2#my artwork#my art#fizzarolli fanart#helluva boss fanart#fanartist#vivzieverse#cookin up angst again#they are friends#i will never shut up abt them#blitzo#baby fizz#baby blitz
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I wish UD had a route where Sam could romance him cuz CMOON!!
No I don't think I can fix him but I could love him how he deserves 😞 like I need all the best possible options for Josh and he needs to kiss Sam in all of them.
I just love them 🫠
#j.p speaks#until dawn#josh x sam#i will NEVER shut up abt them#sure chris x josh is cool an all but consider..#josh x sam and chris x ashley double date..
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if ur anti jegulus Why r u following me, a jegulus shipper who writes abt them??.?,?
#anons r gross sometimes#marauders#jegulus#i will never shut up abt them#if they have no fans im dead
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If anyone doesn’t know by any chance, Glamrock Chica is my favorite Sb character. Right by Roxanne.
#HES SO PRECIOUS TO MEEE<<<333#One of my favorite underrated characters#Glamrock Chica#Fnaf sb#I don’t really talk abt Fnaf this much on here but when it comes to Chica or Bonnie#I will never shut up abt them
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MMMMMMMM Sunday reset <33333
#°roman yaps🎀* ˚ ✦#i will NEVER shut up abt them#i love my sunday resets#its like a sweet treat#i want a sweet treat
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Stop it y'all I'm going to cry
(never stop I'm begging you)
What if Lucanis did fall asleep on Rooks lap after the romance scene?
What if when his eyes then immediately opened as Spites purple ones that instead of getting up or playing cards, Spite curls into Rooks body, wrapping their arms around them, and simply says:
"Smells like Fade. Rook. Not belong. In Fade."
And doesn't move away for hours.
#lucanis dellamorte#rook#rookanis#spite#datv#rook x spite#da spite#omg i love them#so much#so so much#i will never shut up abt them#now i actually need to sleep
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i coughed onto my huion, and this is what was there afterwards.
i like how hizashi turned out.
#art#digital art#fanart#cspaint#csp ex#digital artist#bnha fanart#bnha#mha#mha fanart#present mic#eraserhead#aizawa#yamada hizashi#aizawa shouta#erasermic#i sat down and looked at horikoshis art for 2hrs and this is how i expressed it for some reason#i really love these 2 im never gon shut up abt them#sorry if you followed me for marauders stuff im not good at sticking to a fandom#erasermic fanart
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no see the thing about jason & dick is that they have too much between them. they have too many complications for people who never really had the chance to know each other. that's your little brother, one of your biggest regrets. that's your big brother, the most unfamiliar warmth you have ever experienced. that's your little wing. that's the boy you saw swinging around once and thought "he's the most amazing thing I have ever seen". do you understand. do you. realise. there's miles upon miles of unspeakable grief and they have no way to go about it because they carry their blood in their mouth and yearning in their ribcages and they're too stubborn to say anything or reach out and yet too attached to what could have been to let go and they don't want to admit it but they keep coming back because that's my brother that's my brother that's my brother that's my brother
#im sick in the head and really need to be put down#it will be better for everyone here because my brain DOES NOT SHUT UP ABOUT THEM#what do you meannnn that dick felt like a part of him died with jason#and kori had to remind him that's he's still here and alive#what do you meannnn that jason's hero worship never really died#they really have to be normal abt each other before I start ripping things apart. jfc#dickie and jay#jason todd#dick grayson#dc#THEY'RE BROTHERS YOUR HONOUR!!
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Mandi & also her bf
#the eltingville club#welcome to eltingville#jerry stokes#mandi#💌 -- handmade postcard#//aaah the only sane ones my beloveds#//i love them i love her i'll never shut up abt her#//i always imagined her outfit to be red but decided against it bcs of her red hair... i went for the fandom's most used palette#//if i need to credit someone for it pls tell me thanks!! /gen#//also i'm fighting for my life trying to make a compilation of sketches i did for this comic/series but nothing match help me#//mmmm if next post is messy you know why
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i feel like fiddlestan shippers are just retired fiddauthor/fordsquared shippers who NEED to see this kooky farmer guy be happy for once
#i would know because i'm one of them 😥☝️#IS IT TOO MUCH TO ASK#i just want fiddleford to not suffer for once sniff#also#I SAW THE SCENE WHERE STAN SAYS “HE WONT TAKE A HINT” AND IM GOING FERAL#and not to mention i need stanley to be happy too i would destroy the world for him#and the fanart is always so fucking wholesome </3#gravity falls#fiddstan#fiddlestan#fiddleford mcgucket#stanley pines#ford fumbled him so hard i will never shut up abt this
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totals ur drama
#shut up. dont say a word. total drama lives in my SOUL but that wasnt how this started.#so i talk abt it privately a bit but im currently Drowning in ideas. ive never had this happen before. i have a backlog of ~25 drawings#and then i thought 'oh maybe it WOULD be fun to build a silver rig! a simple one! like the chihiro DR rig i built!'#and then i SCREAMED INTO THE VOID because i do not have TIME!!!! even a SIMPLE RIG IS MINIMUM A FULL DAYS WORK#but does reason ever stop me??? NO. so i fuckign. DREW THIS AFTER TODAY'S BG SERIES WORK. YKNOW. JUST IN CASE#im smashing my head with ROCKS i am DERANGED. i am CURSED. i do not have TIME FOR THJIS. HES SO CYUTE#twst#twisted wonderland#twst silver#suntails#oh yea but also im obsessed with total drama and always have been and always will be and have watched the reboot seasons#multiple times each and i have them downloaded just in case and i read the tumblr webcomic total trauma and have for years and and and#gripping ur shoulders. leave. get out of here before i keep yapping
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i doodled a lil silly edgy jiyan and if you recognize where the outfit came from...... hello 😳
#wuthering waves jiyan#wuwa#wuwa jiyan#wuthering waves#doodle#moneyoniis#im on the fence abt posting doodles hhhh but LIKEEE I CANT EVER POST THEM OUTSIDE MY PRIV TWT#i want tumblr to be a place where i never shut up. and i cannot ever shut up about jiyan rn#EXPLODES JIYAN WITH MY MIND#SHIY I FORGOR HIS EYLINER
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but when they're out on that river bank alone, what javier should be loyal to doesn't feel as confusing anymore
#also known as 'he wants so badly to run away with his boyfriend and marry him and live happily ever#after'#but his commitment to dutch and the gang breaks his heart#i want them to be happy SO BAAAD SO BAD IM GOINGN TO THROW YP#also the top right one comes w a headcanon#which is that kieran can only bathe if javier is there (and only javier) because otherwise he's too terrified of being k*lled for either bei#ng trans or just in general because he's alone#so that's why he's usually stinky#he really hates being stinky but he doesn't consider it worth dying over#anyway i love them so bad and their little fishing dates#kieran infodumps the whole time and javier feels so lucky to be alive because he knows kieran doesn't talk around anyone else near as much#if at all#javier knows 99% of the fish knowledge but he never interrupts and is always happy to listen to kieran yap about every other topic too#i need to put javi in an 'i ❤️ my autistic boyfriend' shirt#ok i'll shut up now#also i know this composition looks like total shart i'm literally the worst at doing them </3 be nice to me#rdr2#red dead redemption 2#kieran duffy#javier escuella#javieran#am i allowed to say that i own this ship#considering i literally made it LOL i feel so proud even tho it also makes me miserable that i bascially have no one to talk to abt them#image#art#hero draws sometimes
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you'll see them again !
too many thoughts and things done with Intent to fully explain myself . partially bc this was supposed to be much much longer, but i think i would like to play more in the space of post-game loop.
#finallyw finished the game . i'm dunking them into the primordial soup ^.^#before i forget#isat spoilers#isat act 6 spoilers#anyways . i created a very specific analogy of how the universe and the big bang Works when i was 8 and i will never shut up about it#whatever space our universe inhabits Was like a completely still lake and the big bang was something disturbing the surface.#our universe expands and will eventually run out of energy like a ripple on that lake#regardless of how their world Actually works . i think that something like that would be a popular belief in sif's country#vague idea rolling around . loop fades or is like . Somewhere Between. siffrin's unintentional rituals keep them around#something triggers them to properly exist again (i promise there are themes here) and they wash up on the shore of vauguarde#they are especially malleable for a little bit . kind of going through craft metamorphosis . they are given a place to stay for a while#there is more but these tags are already ridiculously long . someone talk to me abt them before i go nuts#frogart#m
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Yukine's journey toward acceptance of the life that was robbed of him, this time with finality, exemplifies the emotional and beautifully rendered arc that has defined his character.
Yukine finally accepting the reality of his death. Yukine stepping out from the fridge that contained memories of what was once his life. Yukine freeing himself from the shackles of his trauma. Yukine running to protect the person who cherished him the most in the world. Yukine standing up to an abusive father. Yukine wholeheartedly apologizing. Yukine's growth, and Yato tearing up as he stretches his little arms to pull him for an embrace.
Yukine's gratitude for what Yato did for him is evident throughout the series. He was given a name more precious than any other. He was treated like a human--an ordinary teenage boy. And life after that was one exciting journey after another. Now, Yukine can no longer be entirely consumed by the horrors of his past because he knows that his reality with Yato is so much brighter. Far brighter.
Yukine could break out from that refrigerator because of the true, sincere, and nurturing love shown by the only father figure in his life. Yato has said multiple times throughout the series that Yukine was his priority above all else, and Yukine was the only person he swore to protect the most. Hell, he even went straight to hug him after Yukine apologized for turning into that form! Yato did not need to summon Yukine. Yukine came to protect Yato on his own decision. As he always did.
The journey to their healing will be painful, and this chapter shows that Yato and Yukine will face it together. No more secrets and no more miscommunications. They will help and be by each other's side as they always have, not only as god and shinki but, this time, as family.
"I will not let him die. Not Yato. No matter what happens... I swear I won't let anyone take him from me!" -Yukine, Noragami Vol. 17 Chapter 67.
#noragami manga#noragami 104.2#ah yes i've finally calmed down#i am still however sad as fuck but at the same time relieved#my boys have reconciled and i look forward to the yato and yukine duo once again :')#i was rereading my fave chapters and i missed seeing them in battle TOGETHER#hopefully we get that next chapter when they completely annihilate father <3#i love them so much and i love this series sm#i will never shut up abt them man. their father and son dynamic is one of the best and i will stand by this till the day i die#i remember a post i made abt hoping yukine's life w yato will outweigh the grief of his past#and it did :'))))) it really did. yukine realized that himself and now he is back with yato#he is back by yato's side. the place where he rightfully belongs#i'm so emotional rn holy shit i've had this chapter dominate my head for the whole day today#anw WAR IS OVER LADIES Yukine has come back home 😭🫶#noragami#noragami spoilers#yukine#yato#mine
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Calling all enjoyers of the OrangeJuiceVerse and teenage shenanigans!
That’s right, it’s time for another episode of Bedtime Stories With PCE, and this one is SO self indulgent like I know that’s the purpose of this series, just self indulgent orange flavored bonus content, but this one, mannnnn.
Essentially (PCE stfu about OJV Kyle’s bad knee), I was thinking about how i really didn’t let my annoying ass get into the gang as 15 year olds very much post A Fall In The Springtime. So I wanted to explore that dynamic a little more, featuring stupid fights, getting scolded by your parents, Kyle being an angry little fucker, and the way one person in a friend group getting sick means everyone’s getting the plague lmao. Set a couple days after AFITS, here’s
•Fuck It, We Ball•
Stan sighed as he approached the bus stop, Cartman and Kyle already engrossed in whatever they were arguing about now. And so it begins.
He planted himself at Kenny’s side, kicking at the slush that had refrozen with the temperature dropping again over the last few days. Damn March and its unpredictability. “Dude, how do they have the energy for this at seven in the morning?”
“Oh, you know how these two get when they’re bored,” Kenny said nonchalantly. “Probably why Ky suggested takin’ the bus today.”
That made sense. While Stan and the others had taken to making their own ways to school being sophomores, carpooling and the like for the most part, occasionally they’d all load up on the bus for nostalgia’s sake on days nobody had to stay late for extracurriculars. Kyle had been leading the charge in that the past couple weeks, bored being out of basketball and irritable while his knee healed. It honestly wasn’t surprising that he’d find excitement in the childhood routine of debating Cartman, and Cartman just liked to rile Kyle up in general, not that it was hard these days. Stan had laughed his ass off just the other day at his boyfriend’s claim that he was “drowning in ennui”. Dramatic, but warranted.
“IT WAS STUPID WHEN WE WERE NINE, AND IT’S MORE RIDICULOUS NOW!” Stan’s attention was drawn to his boyfriend’s shrill screeching. “BEING GINGER IS NOT LIKE BEING A VAMPIRE!”
Cartman was grinning in a very self satisfied way. “You burn in the sun, you’re creepy, you suck souls…”
“YOU’RE SO GODDAMN STUPID!!!”
Kyle, directly ensnared in their friend’s trap, moved to swing at him with a crutch, but overshot and was slipping forward, slamming into the ground with a loud “FUCK!”
Stan, Kenny, and even Cartman froze, eyes wide and speechless because Kyle was already hurt; slipping on the ice like that had no doubt made it worse. Kyle curled into the fetal position, clutching his bad knee and cursing up a storm. Stan ran to him in an instant.
“Dude, shit, okay, okay. Fuck, did you hit it?”
“What the HELL do you think,” Kyle hissed, writhing a little in the snow. He’d only recently been able to bend his knee semi-normally again, only with support, and here he was holding it to his chest in a way that definitely couldn’t be comfortable.
“S-Stan, I… GOD, FUCK YOU CARTMAN!!!”
That back and forth was always a good indicator of Kyle’s level of aggravation. He was extremely quick when he was upset enough. Less aggressive on his own, Stan jumped to his partner’s defense without hesitation.
“Why the shit would you work him up like that, huh?!?” Stan demanded, taking their obnoxious friend by the collar of his coat. He gave him a shake, not enough to actually hurt, but Cartman still whined like a pitiful little creature. “He can’t fight anyone yet! He can’t even stand!”
Kyle dragged himself a little down the ice. “I can buttfucking stand! Dramaticfuckass-“
He crumpled under the weight of his own body. Stan caught his neck before his head could whack the ice. “Dude!”
“I’m going to obliterate you,” Kyle warned.
Stan wanted to roll his eyes, but didn’t dare. Instead, he gently scooped Kyle into his arms, relieved when he felt wiry arms latch instinctually around his neck. He turned to the other two as he rose. “Grab his shit.”
Thankfully, Kyle’s house was the closest to the bus stop, and under the rapid pounding of his own heart, Stan could hear Kyle’s pissed off mumbling and sporadic whimpers of pain.
“I’m trying to be careful, dude,” he promised. “I know it’s still hurting.”
“Yeah, because some FAT ASSHOLE made me FALL!” Kyle seethed in Cartman’s direction.
“Ay! You’re the one who was trying to hit me, JewBot!”
Stan spun around to shoot Cartman a glare. “You started it and you know it, fuckknob. Give the backpack to Kenny and fuck off to school if you’re gonna keep causing problems.”
Cartman snorted. “I would, but Kahl’s bitch mom is going to pitch a fit and I happen to find that shit funny, obviously.”
“DON’T CALL MY MOM A BITCH!”
Ohhhh boy. It was definitely too early for all this. Kenny bounded up to the porch, using Kyle’s crutches to knock on the front door. “Guys, tone it down,” he advised before turning the knob. Nobody really locked their doors around here, and they all knew it.
“Yo, Mrs B!” Kenny announced their presence as the boys filed into the foyer.
Only Kyle’s mom would be home around this time, Stan knew. Ike usually rode to his early college high school program with their dad, since it was closer to Gerald’s firm. Sheila tended to fill her days with community meetings and clubs and volunteer work, but she usually stuck around the house until the rest of the family was safely at school and work, ruling the group chat with an iron fist. A veritable lioness when it came to her boys, that one.
Which was why her alarmed gasp upon seeing her eldest son glowering in Stan’s arms wasn’t surprising in the slightest.
“Kyle! Boys! What on earth happened?!”
“He slipped on the ice,” Stan explained, gingerly easing him down onto the couch. “Bashed his knee pretty good.”
Sheila let out a “WHAT?!?”, and Kyle groaned, clearly already done with his mother. “Ma, please don’t freak out. I just need to put it up a few hours or whatever, it’s fine.”
She planted her hands on her hips and stared each of the boys down like only a mother could. Cartman actually cowered a little, avoiding eye contact.
“And just how did you fall, huh, bubbeh?” She demanded of her son. “I thought I told you to be careful.”
Stan hated having to do damage control, but Sheila trusted him, so he was probably the best bet at the guys avoiding too much trouble. “He and Cartman were just arguing. You know how carried away they can get.”
“Don’t look at me, Mrs Broflovski,” Cartman said, putting his hands up in surrender. “Kahl tried to whack me! It’s not my fault his little bird bones gave out.”
“SHUT UP CARTMAN!”
“Kyle!” Sheila scolded. “Inside voices! And how many times do I have to tell you boys not to roughhouse when it’s slippery outside?”
All four of them mumbled varying apologies, even though he and Kenny hadn’t been involved. Kyle’s mom kept raving.
“And here I was about to head out the door! Oy, I’ll have to tell the book club ladies I won’t make it to brunch, and goodness! The PTA meeting will need to be rescheduled, and I suppose I’ll have to put out a grocery order for delivery and miss the deals I’d get going myself-“
“Ma,” Kyle interrupted, even more overwhelmed than he had been. “You don’t need to change your plans or anything. I know you have a full day.”
“You can’t just stay home alone! What if you’ve hurt your knee worse?!”
Stan could tell his boyfriend wanted to roll his eyes. “It really isn’t a big deal, okay? And I’m not alone. The guys can help me if I need anything.”
Kenny had already taken to removing Kyle’s hat for him and hanging it on the hook by the door. “Yeah, we got ‘im, scout’s honor.”
“The hippie would probably stay anyway,” Cartman pointed out. He had migrated to the kitchen and was rifling through the freezer, hopefully for an ice pack and not to raid the snacks.
Well, as much as Cartman was a dick, he wasn’t wrong. Stan had no intention of leaving Kyle’s side.
Kyle’s mom pursed her lips and checked her watch. Stan could practically see her internal conflict: would she deviate from her carefully curated schedule to stay home and smother her son, or would she let four teenage boys skip school and hang out in her living room? He turned on his best “charming and trustworthy” face; he usually had good luck with adults.
Sheila sighed, and Stan felt disproportionately victorious. The woman was even more expressive than Kyle was. Clearly, the gang was about to get a day off class with no grown up supervision. Yes!
“Fine,” she relented. “But only because I’m already running late. I’ll see if I can get all four of you an excused absence.”
That definitely wasn’t going to be an issue. Principal Charles would just love the idea of them practicing “wholesome male friendship and emotional support” and all that. If that wasn’t the conclusion the principal came to on his own, Cartman was a master manipulator and could talk himself, and the rest of them by extension, out of trouble.
Sheila grabbed her purse and bent down to kiss her son’s forehead, leaving a lipstick mark. “You’re a little warm, Kyle, do you feel-“
“Ma, I was wearing a hat,” Kyle groaned. “Please give the worrying a rest.”
“Fine, fine,” she clucked, shaking her head. “You boys just behave, do you hear me? And Stanley, you call me if I need to come home.”
“Yes ma’am.”
When the door shut behind her, Kyle groaned yet again, dramatically throwing his arms over his eyes. “I swear to God, she’s gonna be fussing over me like I’m a kid until the end of time.”
“Totally weak,” Cartman agreed.
“She just gets concerned about you,” Kenny reminded him. “I mean, it’s not like she doesn’t have a reason.”
Stan almost expected Kyle to fly into a rage at that, but he just sighed. “Can’t wait to be done with the goddamn crutches so she can chill the fuck out.”
Yeah, Sheila Broflovski ever chilling the fuck out was probably about as likely as Randy sobering up. Not gonna happen. And Kyle had gotten more than just the hair, nose, and height from his mother; he’d also gotten her temper, so Stan chose to let him believe she’d let up once he could walk.
“Ha! That’ll be the day,” Cartman laughed as he turned away from the freezer, ice pack in one hand and a popsicle in the other.
Stan caught the pack easily when it was tossed his way, ignoring their resident troublemaker in favor of getting his super best boyfriend’s leg elevated better. “This okay, baby?”
“Yeah, it-“ Kyle cut off with a wince. “Doesn’t hurt as bad as it did at first.”
“Still hurts, though?”
“I mean, it never really stopped hurting,” Kyle said with a shrug. “Not all the way.”
Stan had done his research after his partner first messed up his leg. What the basketball coach guessed was a sprain turned out to be a hyperextended knee and partial meniscus tear, straining the outside ligament and everything. Not an injury that required surgery, since Kyle was young and relatively healthy, but he wasn’t supposed to put any weight on it at all for a full month, was supposed to be taking anti inflammatories and painkillers. Kyle tried to downplay it, sick of being out of commission, but Stan maintained that it caused him more trouble than he admitted.
Kenny hopped up from where he’d been perched on the arm of the couch. “Where’s your drugs? I gotcha.”
“I don’t need-“
“Nightstand,” Stan interrupted. Kyle wasn’t about to weasel his way out of medication. Kenny bounded up the stairs as Kyle angrily unzipped his coat and threw it in the general direction of the jacket hooks.
“Dude, I don’t want the fucking painkillers.”
Cartman snorted from his position on the floor, where he’d claimed control of the remote and was looking for trashy reality tv. “You’ve been on crutches for weeks and you still can’t walk, you dumb bitch. Take the goddamn pills if you hurt. That’s like, common sense.”
“You wouldn’t know common sense if it bit you in the fat ass.”
As much as Stan hated to agree with Cartman, he did have a point. “Kyle, please don’t be difficult about this. We’re just trying to help.”
Kyle scowled and crossed his arms. “You can help by getting off my case. I swear, you guys are as bad as my mother.”
“No can do, firefox,” Kenny re entered the living room, holding the orange vial of painkillers aloft. “Consider us on your case like white on rice. This bottle should not still be this full.”
“Let me see that.” Stan confirmed that it was pretty obvious that Kyle had been slacking on the meds. “Dude, c’mon. Have you not been taking these?”
“I took them “as directed” or whatever the first week,” Kyle protested. “I don’t like how they make me all foggy and tired!”
Stan fought the urge to groan. “Baby, you’re literally in pain. Your leg’s gonna hurt if you don’t treat the symptoms.” He didn’t add that the fact that Kyle had been hurting and doing nothing about it had definitely played in to his irritability. He knelt down and took Kyle’s hand. “Will you just take one? For me? Your pain is my pain.”
Cartman mimed throwing up. “Jesus Christ, you fucking simp! What is this, a shitty fanfiction?!”
“SHUT UP, CARTMAN,” Kyle snapped. Then his eyes met Stan’s, and his anger dissipated some. “Damnit, Staniel. Don’t give me the face! You look like a sad puppy and- ugh, fucking fine, but if anyone draws dicks on my face while I’m taking a damn high ass nap, I’m kicking the ass of everyone in this room.”
A threat not to be taken lightly, even with Kyle’s current physical limitations. Small, injured, about to nod off from the pill he’d swallowed while he was talking, but vicious.
“No dicks, promise,” Kenny said with a hand over his heart.
“Yeah, we all know the only dick you want on your face is Stan’s-“ Cartman was cut off by a throw pillow flung in his direction. “Fine! Geez, I won’t fuck with you.”
“I’ll keep watch,” Stan offered.
Cartman rolled his eyes and went back to flipping through daytime television. “I hate your gay ass, I’m so seriously.”
———
There was only so much Real Housewives the boys could take before it got old. And Stan really didn’t give a shit what the Kardashians were up to. Even Cartman had gotten restless after a few hours, corralling Kenny out the back door to throw chunks of ice against the fence.
Kyle was still sleeping through all of it, though his sleep looked far from peaceful. Kyle didn’t usually sleep well in general, and lying in an uncomfortable position on the couch with his face tight even in sleep, he looked to be struggling. Nightmares, probably, made even weirder than normal by the drugs making him sleep harder than he usually did.
Stan didn’t have the heart to wake him up, instead just in his lookout post on the floor next to the couch. He switched the channel to National Geographic and turned the sound off, letting his head fall back next to his boyfriend’s.
He couldn’t have been asleep long, before being jolted awake by a thump and a muttered “god damnit”.
Adjusting to the dim light of the living room, Stan landed on Kyle, who had apparently walked into the doorframe in his post nap confusion. He was immediately up and darting his way.
“Dude, you’re supposed to be using your crutches! Where’re you going?”
Kyle grumbled and rubbed at his leg. “I’m running the Boston Marathon, what does it look like? I’m on a piss quest, Stanathan.”
Stan swung an arm around him for support, helping him hobble down the hall. “For fucks sake, Ky, you’re gonna hurt yourself walking around like this.”
“Didn’t think about it,” Kyle argued. “I told you the pills make me all groggy.”
They stopped at the bathroom. “Can you make it?”
Kyle hopped through and shut the door. “I’m not helpless.”
Stan leaned against the wall, trying not to laugh at the frustrated look he’d flashed. “You have a good nap, at least?”
“Had a dream I was in a wheat field.”
“A wheat field?”
“Yeah.” He heard the toilet flush and the faucet start up. “We were trying to invade a kingdom of giants with a marching band. And then I was in my car and all the tires exploded. Pedro Pascal was there.”
Steadying his boyfriend on his way back into the hall, Stan chuckled. “The Mandolorian slashed your tires?”
“Apparently.”
Heat was radiating from Kyle like a furnace. Not that he didn’t usually run warm, especially when he slept, but even Sheila had noticed earlier. Stan helped him down onto the couch and rested the back of his hand on Kyle’s face, checking for fever.
“Dude, do you feel okay? You look kinda pale, and you’re hot.”
Kyle rolled his eyes. “Jesus, not you too. I’m fine. I can’t be sick on top of everything else, you just worry too much.”
That wasn’t how it worked, but okay. Kenny and Cartman came barging in the kitchen door, shaking ice from their shoes in a haphazard way that a certain matriarch wouldn’t appreciate.
“I need some fucking hot chocolate!” Cartman declared, Kenny letting out a muffled agreement through his scarf before unwinding it.
“Guys,” Stan started, “have you been sick at all the past week? Like, fever, dizziness, anything?”
Kenny shrugged. “I had the sniffles a couple days ago, that’s it.”
“I don’t get sick,” Cartman insisted. “My immune system is superior. Oh, lame, you guys! Is Kahl infected with some disease now too? I mean, more than just his default.”
Kyle moaned dramatically. “Please cut it out. I’m tired, assholes.”
Stan ignored him, at least until he had a chance to check for certain. “Ken, will you get the thermometer? Under the kitchen sink. I think I might’ve given you guys that cold I had over the weekend.”
“You got over that in like, two days,” Kyle pointed out.
“That was me. This is you. And if you’ll recall, I almost cracked my head open in your bedroom,” Stan reminded him.
“Because you’re a dick who tried to ignore it.”
“And what are you doing right now?”
Kyle opened his mouth to make some remark, and Kenny took the opportunity to shove the thermometer under his tongue. Kyle glared but didn’t yank it out, probably hoping to prove them all wrong.
“Ha!” Cartman was at least a little amused reading the screen. “Of course you’re sick. What, can’t handle a little seasonal bug like the rest of us?”
Moving to lunge off the couch, Kyle swung, not missing this time, but falling to the floor nonetheless. Cartman wailed like he’d just been stabbed.
“Did- did you guys see that?! Kahl totally got me in the eye! Oh, god, I’m blind! I’m suing your crippled ass!”
“Knock it off, Fatboy, you’re fine,” Kenny said tiredly. “Kyley, I think we should get you up to bed and call your mom.”
Stan was inclined to agree, not just because Kyle was definitely running a temperature now, but also because he’d just fallen for the second time in the span of a few hours, and there was no way even Kyle could deny how much that had to hurt. He scooted the coffee table out of the way to help him up.
“Okay, use the good side, I’ve got you.”
Kyle had gotten pretty graceful at using the pistol squat method to get up without putting weight on his bad knee over the past few weeks. He’d always been deceptively strong, even like now when he was sick and drawn, and Stan was just kind of there just in case he faltered.
“Don’t call my mom,” he pleaded. “It’s just a little fever. I can probably sleep it off.”
Well, considering his ridiculous stubbornness, Kyle could probably argue that illness going around right out of his body. “You can try, dude, but Sheila’s gonna be pissed I didn’t tell her.”
“I’ll handle it,” Kyle mumbled, accepting his crutches and letting Kenny and Stan accompany him to the stairs. “Will you guys stay?”
Stan raised an eyebrow. “Even Cartman?”
“Pshh, like I wanna stick around for the jew to get pissed off and try to kill me again.”
The guys knew Cartman well enough to know that was just his way of saying he didn’t want to be the reason Kyle got carried away and hurt himself, but they didn’t point that out.
“Then fuck off, fatass. Go manipulate the FBI or whatever you get up to,” Kyle said with another eyeroll.
Cartman snorted. “Eh, it’s still pretty early. Maybe I’ll start a cult or something.” He grinned mischievously. “See you assholes.”
Kenny flipped on the hall light. “I wonder what it is that he actually does in his spare time.”
“Something stupid or illegal.” Kyle groaned as he was helped into bed. “Or both.”
That sounded about right. Stan settled under the blankets next to him, Kenny having procured the cold meds still in the drawer from Stan having been sick. Stan read the pack carefully before handing Kyle a few capsules. “Here, dude. It’s the daytime shit. No acetaminophen or any of the crap that’ll fuck with your other drugs.”
“Thanks.”
Kyles massive “Ass Pro Shops” tumbler, a Kenny McCormick creation that was forever stationed on Kyle’s nightstand with its blue silicone straw, washed down the medicine before Kyle lied back with a sigh. He was clearly still in pain, and now feverish to top it off. “Have I mentioned yet that I’m really fucking annoyed?”
Kenny snorted, casually shooting the mini basketball into the hoop mounted on the closet door. “Darlin’, you’ve made that pretty clear.”
Stan wrapped him up in his arms, carefully, like his boyfriend might attack like a wounded animal. And here we see an injured fox, in his burrow, directly after fighting off the raccoon. He has allowed the continued company of the bear and the opossum, who continue to aid in his recovery. The rabbit often accompanies this ragtag group, though she would likely be unwilling to leave school, fearing both the agitated fox’s anger and a potential to be grounded.
Laughing at his mental nature documentary comparison was probably not in his best interest, lest Kyle assume he was being made fun of, so Stan just kissed his boyfriend’s flushed cheek. “You gonna be able to fall asleep again?”
Kyle snuggled closer. “Mm, if you keep holding me like this.”
Stan knew both he and Kenny would have to leave his side eventually. Kenny had basketball practice and Stan had off season football conditioning. He could get out of classes today, sure, but coach wasn’t about to ease up on him, not with Stan set to play first string in the fall. If South Park had one thing (other than cattle) to be proud of, it was high school sports.
Still, he’d savor this moment, getting to take care of him with Kenny for backup, and he’d probably cave and stay if Kyle asked.
———
The alarm clock on the nightstand flashed that it was almost three when Sheila poked her head in to whisper (or her version of it, at least), “boys!”
Uncharacteristically, Stan was the first to wake, followed by Kenny, who had curled up at the foot of the bed like a pet, while Kyle only moaned and rolled over.
“Yes ma’am?” Stan mumbled, rubbing his eyes and disoriented from their nap.
The matriarch planted her hands on her hips, one auburn brow arched in concern. “Is everything alright? Eric already left?”
“Mhm. A while ago. He went because he was making Ky mad again and they were trying to fight and we all didn’t want him to hurt himself more. It was Cartman’s decision.” Stan didn’t know why he was defending the dickhole who liked to mess with his favorite person. Maybe because Cartman had recently shown a few redeeming qualities, plus Stan felt bad in general about giving the guys his cold. “Kyle, he didn’t want us to call you, but he’s running a bit of a fever. Or, he was a few hours ago. We got some medicine in him, so hopefully it’s down.”
“WHAT WHAT WHAT?!”
Kyle sat up quickly, squeaking a little in his confusion. “Ma, what’s going on? Why are you freaking out?”
She rushed over, immediately all over her son. “Oh, I knew it! I knew you were warm this morning! Call it a motha’s intuition, but I knew you’d caught what’s going around that school of yours!”
“He’s okay, Mrs. B,” Kenny cut in. “Stanny and I both got over it quick, and Cartman definitely had it but didn’t even complain, and you know how he is.”
Sheila sighed, hands still on the face of an absolutely peeved Kyle. “Oh, I suppose. I just, I worry! About all of you! And my poor baby is already hurt, I can’t imagine how miserable it must be-“
“Ma, please. I’m okay. Just let me go back to sleep.”
Turning to the other two, who had gotten up and were standing attentively like seven year olds in trouble, she offered a motherly smile. “Why don’t the two of you go down and make yourselves a snack?” She suggested. “You have to leave for your sports soon, right? Can’t go on an empty stomach!”
Kenny opened his mouth to protest, but Stan knew how Sheila’s mind operated. She wasn’t going to take no for an answer, especially while she had already blustered into full caretaking mode at the mention of her child under the weather. She’d do that for all five of them, yeah, but as much as Kyle would kick his ass if he said it, Kyle had always been more prone to physical problems than the rest.
“Will do. Ken, sandwiches real quick and we head to the school?”
“Works for me, brother. Thank you, Mrs B.”
Sheila smiled tensely, trying to force feed Kyle the lukewarm water at his bedside. Stan reached around her to squeeze his hand. “Okay, dude?”
“I’m okay. Little plague and a fucked up leg can’t take me out.”
“Kyle, language!”
Stan had to laugh. “We left the thermometer downstairs,” he offered. “If you want to check again. We’ll be outa here in a sec.” He kissed the back of Kyle’s hand, noticing how glassy his eyes were, all the brighter in their fever flush. “Can I come check on you after?” He was asking both Kyle and his mother.
They answered in unison, which made Kenny laugh. “Aight, loverboy, let’s feed us so we don’t die during suicides.”
The irony wasn’t lost on either of them when they made it down the stairs into the kitchen. “Dude, I really hate the idea of leaving him alone.”
Kenny retrieved sandwich supplies eagerly from the fridge and cabinets. They all knew where everything was kept in each other’s houses.
“He’s not alone. Got his mama, and you know she’s leaping at the chance. Where do ya think Ky gets it?”
True. Both Kyle and Sheila shared that overbearing motherly quality. They thrived on caring for people.
Problem was, Kyle was a godawful patient, and Stan liked to coddle him in spite of the protests.
“Make me a pb&j, will you?” He asked Kenny. “I’m gonna heat up some soup for Ky. He hasn’t eaten since breakfast, if he did have that.”
“He’s gonna get annoyed,” Kenny pointed out.
That was true, but still. “Dude, my boyfriend is hurt, sick, stubborn as fuck, and diabetic. I’m not letting his levels get messed up.”
Kenny laughed. “Just marry him already. You’d make a great overprotective husband.”
“Sick, man, we’re kids!”
“That has nothing to do with what I just said. I’m talkin’ future shit.”
Stan dumped a can of chicken noodle into the pot he’s grabbed. “You deadass said “already”. We’re sixteen and fifteen.”
“You’re still gonna be a good husband one day.” Kenny was building sandwiches, didn’t look up. “We call him a mom, but you’re absolutely the type of dad to be waiting on the porch with a shotgun if your daughter brings home a date. Not that your pacifistic ass would use it.”
That was true, guns were not his favorite. “Ken, knock it off.” He checked on the time. “Hey, drink some water. We should head out as soon as we eat.”
Canned soup was easy and quick enough to heat up, and Stan had it poured into a bowl with a few crackers on the side by the time Kenny had gotten sandwiches and drinks set up on the bar. “Gonna take this up to Ky, be right back.”
“Leaning into that knight in shining armor complex pretty hard today, huh?”
Stan flipped him off over his shoulder.
In Kyle’s room, Shiela was humming at a low volume, fussing with the covers and the washcloth she’d laid on his forehead. Kyle saw him first.
“Dudeeee,” he complained. “Tell Ma I’m okay and she doesn’t need to smother me.”
Laughing and setting the soup on the table, Stan leaned over to run his fingers through Kyle’s hair. “Sorry, but I’m on her side, dude.” He gave Sheila a sheepish smile. “I’m sorry I didn’t call you, I just, he was already getting pretty good rest and I didn’t want to rile him up-“
“Oh, believe me,” she said pointedly. “I know he’d have only worked himself up.”
“I’m right here!”
“See what I mean?” Sheila put on her all business face. “Bubbeh, Stanley and Kenny have to leave soon for practice.”
Kyle looked positively betrayed. “Dude, you’re actually leaving me?”
“You need more rest, baby. I can maybe come back and visit after conditioning?” Yeah, right. More than likely, his mom would veto any more company until Kyle was over the fever. “You need to eat and keep taking it easy.”
“Yes, sir,” Kyle grumbled sarcastically.
Stan suppressed another laugh and kissed the back of his hand again before turning to Sheila. “We’ll be out the door in a few minutes. I’ll ask before coming after.”
She nodded. “I think that would be best. Thank you for helping out today, Stan.”
“Definitely, dude.” Then he froze. He called his own mother dude, but he had never called Kyle’s mom that. Thankfully, she smiled fondly.
“You boys just put your dishes in the sink when you’re done. Have a good practice.”
Stan grinned and kissed Kyle again before heading back down. Kenny was halfway through his sandwich when he plopped down and snorted.
“Man, I totally just called Ky’s mother “dude”,” he commented.
Kenny giggled. “Only you, brother. Gotta tell ya, I think this basketball team thing? This is probably a one time deal.”
“You’re not planning to play next year?”
“It’s just, well, it was only fun with Kyle, and he’s out for a hot minute. Plus I could be spending my free time workin’. Lot to think about, ya know? And it’s not like you and football. I just wanted to try it out.”
Stan understood. He’d cycled through plenty of hobbies himself. “Why not just go ahead and quit?”
Kenny shook his head. “Season’s almost over, anyway. Gotta finish it out. So, for now…” he saluted with his sandwich. “Fuck it. We ball.”
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