#kenny mccormick x nichole daniels

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Kyle x Nichole x Kenny

Chapter One: I Never Get To Hold You [Read on Ao3!] [Kyle Broflovski Master List] [Kenny McCormick Master List]

Nichole Daniels had been having a better senior year than most students. She was on the A-Squad of the Cheer team. She had her sights set on Spelman College and had a good chance of getting accepted. The cherry on top? A super cute guy, Kyle Broflovski, was really into her.

Then again… She kind of hated Cheer now. Her dad was picking fights with her non-stop about Spelman being a Historically Black College. And Kyle? He’d happily flirt and fool around with her, but he still hasn’t asked her out or committed to being in any kind of relationship.

Not that he was using her – She got the sense that he was just afraid of things imploding the second they made it official. Still, it hurt when Nichole thought about it.

So she didn’t.

Especially not that night. The basketball game went into overtime and everyone left much later than they were supposed to.

Kyle walked her home.

They stopped a few times so they could make out, but eventually, they made it to her house. They walked around back and she opened the window to the basement. He climbed in first and helped her come down.

She moved into the basement after another blowout fight with her dad. Not only was she tired of him trying to micro-manage her life, Nichole had the sneaking suspicion he was rifling through her stuff and reading her diary. Once he even took the door off of the hinges so she couldn’t close it. Luckily her mom backed her up on the move. She enjoyed having more space, more privacy, and big windows at ground level. She had a bed, vanity desk, a couch, an old coffee table handed down from her grandmother, and a 50” television. All in all, Nichole was pretty proud of what she did with the space. She even had lines of fairy lights hanging from the ceiling.

Once her feet were on the ground, Kyle pulled her into a kiss. He held onto her waist as she wreathed her arms around his neck, and it wasn’t long until their tongues were in each other's mouths.

When they finally came apart, his palm cradled her cheek and he quickly kissed her one more time.

They kept kissing as they started removing clothes and making their way towards the bed.

Shoes and socks first. Then his basketball shorts. The shell top of Nichole’s cheer uniform.

Kyle pulled off his jersey and smirked at her, “You should leave the skirt on,”

She smiled as she climbed out of her green cheer briefs, “Whatever you say, perv,”

Kyle was the horniest guy she’d ever been with. He was constantly touching her, flirting with her, or begging her to let him into the basement so they could fool around. The fact he couldn’t get enough of her really turned her on.

He playfully pushed her onto the bed and climbed on top of her. As she looked up at him, his heavy-lidded eyes, the teeth biting his lip... She realized her heart was pounding and there was already warmth between her legs.

His fingers slid their way up her thigh and he held her gaze. His other hand palmed her breast through her sports bra and he wished she’d taken it off.

His fingers rubbed along her naked, wet slit, picking up every trace of her desire for him before settling on her clit. He started massaging her in tight circles and watched closely as she moaned so softly.

Kyle loved watching her. He took his time learning her body and now he was getting close to mastering it.

...When it came to using his hands and mouth, at least. They still hadn’t had real, actual sex. Kyle figured it would happen when she was ready and simply considered it something to look forward to.

He’d been into Nichole a long time. Sometimes when he was with her, he wondered what stroke of luck led to them getting together. She was the fuel to his fire now, and Kyle burned hot for Nichole.

His fingers were deep inside feeling how soft and wet she was; He did his best to ignore the ache he felt for her. Her back arched just the way he liked as he curled his fingers and pushed her into an orgasm. As he listened to the honeyed sounds she made for him, his hips involuntarily pushed harder into her and she could feel the evidence of how badly he wanted her pressing against her thigh.

He locked his lips onto hers as the wave of bliss she was experiencing swelled and crested. She moaned into his mouth and her soft, silky walls gripped him tight. As he felt her, his cock throbbed so hard that Kyle worried he might faint.

Just as Nichole had started to enjoy the afterglow there were heavy footsteps upstairs. Muffled voices.

Kyle looked up at the ceiling, “Shit,”

She put her hand on his chest in an attempt to signal him to relax and she could feel his heart racing.

There was a loud knock on the door and the rattling of the doorknob.

They both leapt out of her bed. Nichole ran to her vanity and shimmied out of her skirt while Kyle jumped into his shorts. He grabbed his shoes, jersey, and jacket, while she pulled out a huge silk pajama top.

They ran to the window together.

Nichole whispered, “I’ll see you–”

“Tomorrow night,” He grinned, “Yeah,”

Kyle kissed her quick and hard, then he jumped onto the heavy wooden chest and climbed out of the window. She slipped on the pajama top and once he was clear, she ascended the stairs and unlocked the door.

She rubbed her eyes sleepily as her father stared her down, “Sorry I was asleep, what’s going on?

Her father frowned, “Why was the door locked?”

“Because I was tired and didn’t want to be bothered,” She sighed, “But that obviously doesn’t matter,”

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Kyle was having a hell of a time. One minute he’s in heaven with the pretty girl he wants more than anything, the next he’s sprinting down the sidewalk while throwing his jersey and jacket back on. Once he made it to the end of the block he stopped.

He had her in his hands. Literally. On top of that, it was about to be his turn and her mouth was always so...

He pulled in a deep breath and his shoulders dropped, “Fuck,”

“You should probably buy me dinner first,” a familiar voice said.

He turned to look and Kenny waved a nonchalant greeting as he walked over to him.

Kyle blinked, “What are you doing here?”

“Shortcut home,” Kenny lied, “I could ask you the same thing, but considering you were sprinting from Nichole’s direction…”

“It’s not what you–” Kyle sighed, there no point in protesting, “Her parents came home early,”

Kenny smirked, “Tough break,”

“Dude, you have no fucking idea,” Kyle shook his head and clenched his fists.

Kenny chuckled, Kyle looked so pent up and frustrated. He’d never really seen him like that before. His cheeks were all pinked up and his mouth still looked a little wet. Kenny wondered if that was still Nichole on him.

Kyle kind of just let girls fall in his lap. Over time he’d become too cool to chase after anyone and probably talked about sex the least out of Kenny’s three best friends, so seeing him like this was pretty fucking funny.

“Nichole, huh?” Kenny absent-mindedly scratched at the band-aid on his nose, “Damn, I know that hurt,”

“I was gonna– She was just about to– Ugh,” Kyle groaned.

“When did you two even start hooking up?”

“...A while ago,” He admitted.

Kenny was surprised. Kyle played things close to the vest on occasion, but he’d never been that tight-lipped. He wondered what else he was hiding.

“You’d better get home,” Kenny smirked, “Seeing you all horned up and shit is weird,”

Kyle punched him on the shoulder boyishly and went on his way. Kenny swiped through his phone until Kyle turned the corner.

Then he headed to Nichole’s house.

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Nichole was watching TV on the couch and spreading lotion on her knees. There was a bowl of popcorn on the table in front of her and a vampire assaulting a priest on the television when she heard Kenny’s voice.

“Your window’s open,” He said climbing inside and sliding down onto the chest underneath the window.

“Thanks for telling me,” She snapped the lotion shut and set it on the table, “Who knows what kind of unsavory people could try and get in,”

He grinned as he dropped next to her on the couch.

She grabbed the popcorn bowl and handed it to him.

He accepted it happily and nudged her foot with his own, “Oh, before I forget, Karen said she wants to try that handstand percocet thing again,”

“Pirouette,” Nichole corrected him, “Handstand Pirouette. And yeah? She thinks she’s ready? Whenever she falls she gets really hard on herself...”

Kenny blinked, “You don’t think she can do it?”

“Oh, she can definitely do it,” Nichole’s bottom lip pushed out into a pout, “She just gets in her head and psychs herself out,”

“But she’s saying she wants to... That’s a good sign isn’t it?” Kenny asked.

“Yeah, it is,” Nichole smiled wide, “Really good,”

Karen wanted to learn parkour at the skate park so she could be like her favorite superhero, but Kenny deemed it too fucking dangerous. He didn’t want her to get hurt, but also because there was no way their parents could pay off the medical bills if she was injured in even a minor way.

Gymnastics was the compromise. Unfortunately, gymnastics is fucking expensive. Kenny made it work. He was looking for a new job anyway, something less likely to get him killed, and the gym needed someone at the desk during the day and to clean the equipment at night.

He knew through Tolkien and Kyle that Nichole worked as some kind of trainer there. When he asked her about it, despite them not being particularly close, she helped him get the job.

When the gym closed at night, he’d finish work while Nichole gave Karen some private – and most importantly: free – lessons.

Now the pretty girl was smiling at him and all he could think about was how loud the sound of his heartbeat was in his ears.

And Kyle.

“Uh, full disclosure,” Kenny cleared his throat and grabbed a handful of popcorn,” I saw Kyle sprinting out of here,”

“I told him he doesn’t have to run if he doesn’t want to – If we get caught, we get caught – But you know how he is,” She sighed.

Kenny chuckled, “He’s afraid of his mom,”

“She can be pretty scary,” Nichole said with a grimace.

“Don’t worry,” Kenny nudged her with his shoulder, “I’ll protect you,”

She rolled her eyes, “Thanks,”

“You guys together now?” He asked, casually popping a few kernels into his mouth.

“Uh…” Her cheeks suddenly felt like the sun was beating down on them, “Not really– I don’t know. I can never tell what’s going on in his head,”

Kenny nodded.

Kenny’s first instinct was to comfort and reassure her that Kyle was crazy about her, but… Was he? He hadn’t told anyone what they’d been up to. Kyle was the kind of guy who wouldn’t care if the entire student body knew he was fucking around with one of the prettiest girls in school. So why the big secret? Yeah, fine, Cartman might be Cartman, but there’s no way Kyle would stall his love life for Eric’s sake.

Nichole grabbed a handful of popcorn from the bowl on his lap, “He’s just hard to read,”

Reading Kyle was second nature to Kenny now, but it did take some time to learn.

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When Kyle got home, he went straight to the shower.

Nichole was the zenith of girls to him. She was pretty, they had a lot in common, and there was always a lot of mutual respect, even dating back to when they were kids.

She was unattainable for so long, he never thought he’d get a chance with her. Then one day they were hanging out after a game and he walked her home. She kissed him and it felt like every nerve in his body was set aflame.

When they started fooling around, he was in Eden. The first time he slid his fingers inside of her, he couldn’t let her touch him back. He knew if he did, he’d come the second she put her hands on him. The first time she went down on him, he used every tool in his arsenal to make it last. He wanted to burn the image of her lips wrapped around his cock in his brain, but he could barely look at her. He was worried that the second he made eye contact he’d come right away. He was right. His hips jerked and she kept stroking him as she swallowed. He’d never felt as good as she made him feel that night.

As he soaped himself up, she was still all he could think about.

He thought about how her lips felt pressed against his and the shapes they made as he made her moan. The way her breasts felt in his hands. How soft, wet, and tight her pussy felt as his fingers were inside. The way her tongue moved when he was in her mouth.

He finally got to come.

When he was done rinsing both the evidence of his longing for her and himself, he toweled dry and fell into bed.

He stared at the ceiling and took a deep breath. He had an idea, but he needed a plan.

He wanted to ask Nichole to be his date for Prom.

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they all got hit w my sillyinator

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They're weirdly compatible with my artstyle.

Some notes here is that I added Maria and Luke bc they're the latino and hispanic kids so I feel a kinship here, I also gave Damien the same skin tone as them bc some pictures I saw of him he had a slightly darker skin tone and I would like to use it with more characters.

Also a little bonus:

It's really easy to make bases for these! Might make more!

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I'm finally done with this 😭😭this cold is beating my ass right now. Hopefully, when I'm feeling better, I'll finish the sketches for page three + part 2. Veronica belongs to @southparkhcsocs

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˗ˋ𝕎𝕙𝕚𝕥𝕖 𝕋𝕖𝕖𝕥𝕙 𝕋𝕖𝕖𝕟𝕤ˊ˗

Chapter Twelve: Slip of the Tongue

Kyle Broflovski x fem reader

You make me feel like I've done wrong. Slip of the tongue. I've taken it back, what's done is done.

Also available on Ao3 and Wattpad!

Premise: After running for years, your legs finally give out.

Warnings: Blood / crude language and humour

MASTERLIST

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You've been avoiding Kyle ever since that almost kiss. The memory of that moment hangs in your mind like the smell of rain after a storm, making you feel awkward and unsure every time you think about it. Right now, you're pacing around your bedroom, trying to focus on anything but him. The soft hum of your computer and the comforting clutter of your room usually help, but today, they don't.

You walk back and forth, your feet hitting the hardwood floor with each step. You had skipped dinner to eat at your desk to scroll online forums and try to figure out what to do. Every time your family went to visit the Broflovskis, you would fake an illness to avoid the thing you dreaded most. 

It didn't help that summer would be drawing to a close and the days until school started were cutting down. The whole thing made you nervous. You had blocked him on everything the moment your phone had service again.

It wasn't Kyle himself that made your stomach churn, the thought of being vulnerable almost caved your head in. 

The posters on your walls seem to mock you with their silent, unchanging presence. You run your fingers through your hair, your mind replaying that day over and over. The way he leaned in, the way your heart pounded, and the way you pulled back at the last second. It's all too much.

Usually, you weren't one to be this fragile but walking circles in your bedroom, you cradled yourself like a glass statue. It was like you might shatter at the thought of being honest.

You hoped that you cranked your music up loud enough that no one in the house could hear you frantically pacing. You were sure the inside of your mouth was mangled from the amount you had been chewing on your cheek for the past week and a half. 

It was clear you weren't good at processing your emotions, it wasn't a skill you ever learned growing up and now you suffered greatly for it. You were so aware of everything but didn't know how to put your thoughts into words like they were knotted and caught in your throat. 

The last guy you dated ended horrifically in tenth grade, due to your lack of being able to articulate feelings; Jason had been crying on the edge of his bed and you stood awkwardly watching him like he was a zoo animal. You almost wanted to scream in your blue and white striped boxer shorts and the very T-shirt you got when you went to the concert with Kyle.

The heat outside was almost insufferable and creeping its way into your bedroom since your dad refused to turn on the AC and duct taped the thermostat so neither you or your brother would raise the bill hence the very mismatched outfit you were wearing. Bebe's cherry-patterned scrunchie was still on your wrist from the late-night fast food drive you endured the night prior.

The way he leaned in, the way your heart pounded, and the way you ducked down at the last second. It's all too much. You like Kyle, really like him, but the thought of being vulnerable and what a relationship might do to your family terrifies you. All you needed was the rest of the summer to make up your mind. 

Suddenly, your dad's voice breaks through your thoughts and the loud music that was almost blowing out your eardrums, calls up the stairs. "Jellybean, Kyle's here for you!"

Panic sets in, like ice water coursing through your veins. Your heart races, and you feel a lump in your throat. The last thing you want is to face him now. You glance around your room frantically, your eyes landing on the open window. Without a second thought, you scramble to your feet and head for it.

Your hands tremble as you push the window open wider, the warm breeze hitting your face. You lean out, gauging the drop to the ground. It's a long fall, but the hedge below looks like it might cushion you. You swing one leg over the sill, feeling the rough edge of the window frame against your thigh. Your breath quickens as you pull the other leg over, now perched precariously on the edge.

For a moment, you hesitate, looking back into the familiar comfort of your room. Your feet find purchase on the small ledge below, and you inch your way down, body pressed close to the house. Your hands scramble for the drain pipe immediately. You weren't close to the ground but you were once again wild and desperate. 

Shuffling along the edge, you see your neighbour pause where he mows his lawn to watch you. You force a smile and wave to him like this is an everyday activity. You can hear thumps sounding upstairs by your room, Kyle's car is parked out front, your own is stuck behind your mother's and without waiting another beat you grab the drain pipe with your other hand as well to keep you steady as you awkwardly slide down. 

You thought for a moment that the pipe might rip from the house and send you spiralling to the ground but between the chance of falling to the lawn or getting caught in this act, you chose the former. 

You land with a soft thud, the hedge rustling beneath you. The impact sends a jolt through your body, but you barely notice. Quickly, you crawl out of the hedge, branches scratching your arms, and crouch behind it, your heart pounding in your ears. You listen intently, waiting to see if Kyle or your dad will come looking for you. You can hear a knock on your bedroom door until it inevitably creaks open. 

Knowing you can't stay here, you gather your courage and glance around to make sure no one has seen you. You slip through the side yard, the grass damp under your feet, and break into a run. Your neighbour still watches you, his wife joining him on the lawn where they try to decode exactly what you're doing. The world seems to narrow down to the sound of your rapid breaths and the pounding of your feet against the pavement.

In the moment you weren't sure where you were headed and began to think of all those who live close to you- Wendy. You knew she was home, she sent you a picture of her cat only minutes before your grand escape. 

Growing up you were always told the best way to win a fight is to not be in one, this felt similar. You knew that no matter what this would end up in an argument with Kyle but not if you were able to outrun it until it simmered out like none of it happened at all.

The pavement was undoubtedly cutting your feet, maybe you should've thought ahead and kept a pair of shoes in your room for situations like this, albeit not very common. You had more adrenaline in your veins than when you had faced life or death at the paws of a raccoon.

As you run, you wish for nothing more than a cigarette, just something to take the edge off so you aren't shaking with nerves. You thought about what Kyle would do or what he had done when he was that you had disappeared from your bedroom. What would your dad do? Probably assume that you had left hours before and he didn't notice. 

Finally, Wendy's house comes into view. Relief floods through you, giving you a final burst of energy. You sprint the last few yards, your breath coming in short gasps as you reach her front door, your chest heaving. You knock urgently, praying she's home. After what feels like an eternity, the door swings open, and Wendy's concerned face appears.

"What's wrong?" she asks, taking in your flushed face and frantic eyes. She was wearing a purple cardigan overtop of her denim shorts and white tank top, he silky black hair pulled away from her face in a claw clip that matched her small silver hoop earrings. She looked a lot more cohesive than you did. 

You take a deep breath, your words tumbling out in a rush. "Kyle almost kissed me at the lake when we were swimming in our underwear. I think he was going to, but I pulled away. The next morning he didn't bring it up but he kept smiling and trying to hold my hand and giving me stuff and I didn't know what to do! You know I don't know what to do, I'm not nice like his other girlfriends. I just got really freaked out and stopped talking to him and after we went home I blocked him on everything and I haven't seen him since. He was so sweet it's making my teeth rot. And now he's at my house, and I don't know what to do. I like him, Wendy, but I'm so scared. I'm a ruiner, I'll ruin everything and he'll go back to hating me and I'll just see him once a year around the holidays with his wife and kids and I'll just be so bitter staring at him and just thinking 'What if?' like what if I was the one who went to house warming parties with him but I won't because I couldn't sort myself out in highschool but then there's if I do tell him it's just a crazy cycle of it never working out and there's always going to be that unspoken thing between us of what was almost there. My dad told me he was there to see me and I fucking scaled the side of my house and ran here barefoot just so I wouldn't have to see him."

"Oh my god," Wendy mutters "Okay, it's fine, just calm down a bit and we can talk in my room," She gently grabs your bicep to guide you up the stairs.

You nod, beginning to follow her though your eye catches on a black mop of hair peaking over the back of the couch. You freeze  "Hey, Stan," You clear your throat in an attempt to sound casual 

Slowly, he turns his head to look at you, his face still and unreadable "Hey."

"Who- uh, are you texting?" You try for a friendly smile but it comes across as looking a little psychotic. 

He stays quiet, placing his phone on the coffee table slowly, his eye contact not moving from yours. "No one."

"Do you mind if I see your phone really quick?" You approach him steadily, forcing yourself or at least trying to be calm. 

"Yeah, I do mind."

The phone dings "Stan, don't look at that message- hey," You point a finger at him like he's a toddler and you're trying to keep him away from an electrical fire. "Stan, I'm not fucking around.”

Before Stan can grab his phone, you dive for it, snatching it off the table and backing away from Stan while you read them, quickly skimming over the messages between him and Kyle. It wasn't brief, Stan had of course informed his best friend about the obscene amount of information you dumped onto Wendy and that you were there. "What the fuck?" You turn to look at him.

"He's my best friend," Stan defends himself. "Can you please give me my phone back, dude?" You take it upon yourself to type out a quick message for Kyle from Stan, along the lines of 'I hope you die, lose this number' before dropping the phone on an armrest and heading for the laundry room at the speed of sound.

Wendy was uncommonly at a loss for words, eyes shooting between Stan gripping his hair while he read what you sent and you tearing the laundry room apart. 

"You traitor asshole cunt!" You shout while rummaging through the dryer. The clothes inside were still fresh and warm, you grab the first two socks you see, one of them a bright red knee-high sports sock, the other one is ankle length and covered in little prints of puppies. You didn't care, yanking them on over your feet while you hop to the shoe rack. "Wendy, which pair do you care about the least?"

"Maybe the boots-

Before she could even finish her sentence you were pulling on the brown leather cowboy boots that were mid-length on your shins "I'll bring these back later!" You yell, running back out the door. "Love you, Wendy. kill yourself, Stan!" 

While running away from Wendy's without bothering to shut the door, you fumble for your phone and try to dial up Red whilst manoeuvring around trash bins and bikers so you don't take yourself out. 

"Hey," Red's voice comes through, light and lazy. "Why are you calling me? You never call me."

"It's honestly so fucked up, I might throw up if I talk about it," You pant into the phone, a little short-breathed from the excess cardio while you ran nowhere in particular "Essentially, I hate Stan Marsh as of now."

"What an asshole," Red says. The two of you were like the blind leading the blind. You didn't need to give her an in-depth backstory, if you said you hated someone then she hated them too "Fuck him, where are you?" 

"Running away from Wendy's," You look around for some sign of where you are, spotting a traffic sign over an intersection "Uh- I'm on Walden."

"Are you actually running?"

"Yes!"

"How bad is your situation?"

"So bad, dude."

"Like bad for a normal person or bad for you because you kinda think everything is awful," You can hear the sound of a huge splash and cheering over the line.

"It's actually bad this time," You failed to mention that you screwed yourself over.

"Okay, well, I'm not far off Walden right now," She moves the phone away from her to mutter a question to someone else "I'm pre-gaming with some friends, it's getting kinda crazy-" She stops mid-sentence to laugh at something, you can hear the smile in her voice "I'll send you the address. Okay?"

"Yeah, okay, thanks," You utter, hanging up and copying the address into your phone. Your head would swerve around to be sure Kyle's car wasn't in sight.

The destination wasn't far from your initial spot. The neighbourhood seemed unusually quiet for a street that was supposed to be housing a rager. The houses are quaint, with well-manicured lawns and the soft glow of porch lights flickering as dusk settles in. You glance at the address Red sent you again, reassuring yourself that you're in the right place.

Slowly you approach the house, a charming two-story with a wide front porch adorned with potted plants and a welcome mat that reads 'WELCOME wait, who did you vote for?'

Feeling a bit uncertain, you decide to call Red, phone pressed to your ear as you walk up the front steps. She answers on the second ring, her voice bright over the sounds of music and chatter in the background. "What's up, whore? where are you?"

"Are you sure this is the right address?"

"Yeah, we're in the backyard, just let yourself in," She says through static. On the other end you can hear laughing and shouting, she excuses herself before hanging up.

With confidence slightly restored, you push the door open, immediately met by the sound of laughter carrying through the home. The scent of home-cooked food fills the air—roast chicken, freshly baked bread, and something sweet and cinnamon-y you can't quite place. Children dart around your legs, laughing and chasing each other, while an older couple sits on a couch, reminiscing over a photo album.

As you make your way through the house, your eyes widen in surprise when you notice a collection of shotguns mounted on the wall. Your heart skips a beat, and a wave of nervousness washes over you.

"Who are you and why are you in my home?" You hear a gruff voice from behind you and turn to see an alarmingly large man. He was taller than anyone you had seen, with a bald shiny head, and muscles bulging out of his white polo. 

You glance past him and notice the decorations—a banner that reads 'Happy Family Reunion!' strung across the living room, balloons bobbing gently in the corner, and framed photos of smiling faces you don't recognize lining the walls.

In the living room sits a large group of people, almost every single one blonde, they all stare at you from wherever they are in the room. Glancing back at the threatening display of guns and the photo of the man in front of you happily smiling while he holds up the corpse of a deer, you fumble for an answer "The entertainment, your wife hired me."

"My wife passed away last year."

"Oooohhhhh my god," You mutter and your eyes widen slightly but you make it a point to stay relaxed "That's what I am, she spoke to me from beyond the grave and guided me here, she has messages for you."

He looks like he's about to say something but a woman shoots up from the coach, a sharp exhale escaping through her lips. "What did she say?" Her eyes are wide, her face in shock as she beckons you into the living room.

With a dramatic flair, you place your hand on your forehead and close your eyes. "I'm getting a strong feeling," you say, your voice low and mysterious. This was your absurd and desperate attempt not to end up like the deer in the photo. It didn't help that you were dressed like a blind child who picked their own clothing. 

The family members around you fall silent, watching with curious expressions. You open your eyes slowly, pretending to gaze into a distant realm. "I see... a long journey ahead for someone in this room," you continue, pointing vaguely.

A woman wearing a turquoise blouse leans forward eagerly, careful not to spill her wine. "Really? What else do you see?"

You touch your hands to your head and close your eyes, furrowing your brows the same way you had seen fortune tellers do it in the movies "I'm getting the letter N, is there an N name anywhere here?"

Someone raises her hand, eyebrows drawing in slight worry "I'm Nancy."

You open your eyes and point at her "Nancy, you are going to suffer a terrible and painful death."

Nancy squeaks, a hand flying over her mouth while a man gently rubs soothing circles on her back. Everyone stares at you expectantly, waiting for you to continue with eager eyes. "Keep going," The man urges you.

"I see flying, wings- no! A plane," You say opening your eyes "Does anyone have a trip coming up?"

An older man raises his hand "My wife and I are going to Quebec."

"Why would you go to Quebec on purpose?" You wrinkle your nose, muttering before getting back in character "Cancel your trip or you will get diseased and you will die."

Gasps sound from the mini crowd in front of you, each of them murmuring to another. "What will happen in Quebec?"

"An evil French Canadian waiter will spit in your drink and will give you herpes."

They gasp again "How would herpes kill me?"

You shrug "You will die for unrelated reasons but you will regret Quebec on your deathbed." 

"What do you see for me?" A woman asks, a long floral sundress cascades down to her ankles. Her blonde hair is pulled back into a ponytail and her striking blue eyes shake you to your core. 

"I see a man in an army uniform, yes, he has short hair, wait-no, it's not an army uniform, it's a prison uniform. You will marry a convicted felon," You say simply, giving her a little smile. 

A woman with a necklace that reaads 'Sarah' looks at you, her eyes wide with fascination. "What about me? Can you see anything for me?"

You nod, feeling more confident in your role. "I see... a new opportunity coming your way, something related to your passion," you say, seeing a photo of her on the wall at a book signing with an author you didn't recognize. "It will be challenging, but very rewarding."

"Oh my goodness," Sarah smiles, nudging the girl next to her.

With every passing second, you just wanted to leave more and more, the stress only continued to build as lies spilled from your lips. You look at the walls, so many photos of the family going to church and spending Christmas together, one of them in a manger, dressed for the nativity. "I see something divine." 

At your words, everyone is captivated once more. They were hanging on every word like it was gospel, sipping their glasses of wine and bottles of beer. 

"It's holy- yes, very holy," You nod, eyes pressed shut while you randomly gesture into the air in front of you. You gasp sharply, one hand going to your heart "It's a message from the son of the lord!" You exclaim.

"What did he say?" One of the women sits up, the same one who insisted you (a stranger) entertain them by reading their fortunes "Tell me now, please."

"Jesus is going to be in Nashville on September 11th," You lower your hands from your head. 

The room falls quiet, only hushed whispers between a handful of people "Jesus is gonna be in Tennessee on 9/11?" The buff man asks. 

"Um, yeah, yup, that is what I said," Now do you realize what you said and all you can do is pray he doesn't take one of those guns on the wall and stuff you like taxidermy. 

"Whose ready for drinks?" A woman comes in with a smile, carrying a little tray of shot glasses. Looking closer at the glasses you can see each of them with a little print of the confederate flag on top.

"Oh my god," You mutter under your breath and cough to hide your panic. Thinking quickly, you grip your hair with one hand, squeezing your eyes shut and letting your free hand grasp at the air "That's it..." You say, quietly "The void has gone black."

Some of them sound disappointed, others indifferent but one particular skeezy man catches your attention. You hadn't noticed him watching the entire thing all eery like he had been lurking in the shadows. 

"Actually," You say. The lanky man stands against a wall, nursing a beer bottle and grinning at you in a way that makes you squirm. His hair is so greasy that you thought you could've fried a fish on it, on top of his blue jeans there are little crusty white stains, a suspicious wet spot in an unfortunate area. You point at him "Check his hard drive." 

You don't want to spend another second in that room, quickly you dash away while the attention turns on the creepy man. Back down the corridor, the same way you came in, you pass decoration that is very telling to the family's nature, you missed it completely on the way in. 

While scurrying out of the house, you pass the liquor cabinet. Snatching a black leather purse off the counter and dumping out the contents, you look around and quickly squat down. You almost feel bad stealing then look above the cabinet to see the confederate flag hung beneath a sleek frame then you don't feel so bad. 

Quickly and quietly, you slip a bottle of whiskey and another vodka into the bag. Just as before you shut the cabinet, you glance around once more and snatch the fancy tequila in the blue, white, and yellow bottle, intricate designs over the glass. You couldn't show up to a party empty-handed.

Just as you reach the lawn without being caught, your phone rings in your pocket. To no surprise, it's Red "Hey, I totally gave you the wrong address."

"Oh, really?" Sarcasm drips from your tone as you continue moving, looking back at the house. 

"Yeah, so- we're on our way to the party, we can meet there if you want the address."

"Are you going to send me to a rednecks house again?"

"No, what the fuck happened?" She asks, tone shifting slightly. 

"I'll tell you when I get there," You exasperate, picking up your pace. "Just send me it- no, turn on your damn location and I'll find you, okay?"

“Oki doke, whatever you wanna do," She mumbles into the phone, sending you a link and hanging up. 

You glance at her location. Red really wasn't far if you took a shortcut and didn't have to go all the way around the streets. If you could cut through two backyards, you were basically there.

You turn down a narrow alley, the dim light casting long shadows from the overhanging branches. The smell of freshly cut grass mingles with the faint aroma of a barbecue, and you find a low fence that seems easy enough to climb over. You hoist yourself up, swinging one leg over, then the other, and drop softly onto the other side.

As you straighten up, you realize you've landed in the middle of a children's birthday party. Brightly coloured balloons are tied to chairs, streamers hang from the trees, and kids in costumes are running around, shrieking with laughter. The juxtaposition of the chaotic, cheerful scene against your inner turmoil is almost surreal.

Before you can backtrack, a woman in her late thirties with a stern expression approaches you. She is carrying a plate of cupcakes, and her brow furrows as she takes in your dishevelled appearance.

"Excuse me, can I help you?" she asks, her tone sharp and unwelcoming.

"Mommy, is that a bad person?" One of the little girls points at you, her lip trembling.

"Really? A bad person? That is so corny."

"Excuse me," The mother grabs her daughter, pulling her close to her while staring at you with furrowed eyebrows. "Who are you?"

"I'm your worst nightmare," You say though everyone stares at you, some of them reaching for their phones to call for help "Kidding, I just have really poor humour."

"Is she homeless?" The daughter looks up to her mother, eyes wide and her voice squeaky. 

"That's just rude, man, like straight up," You shake your head slightly "You should teach your kid some manners."

"I will not have someone on drugs tell me how to raise my child," Her voice rises.

"I am not on drugs, for once, actually," You say and regret it the second it's out. 

"Leave," She says plain and firmly. You didn't need to dissect her words to figure out why she didn't want you there. 

"Yeah, okay," As you turn to leave, your eyes fall on the plate of cupcakes the woman is still holding. They look delicious, and in a moment of defiance and impulse, you reach out and grab one.

"Mommy, she's taking a cupcake," A little boy wearing a Bluey shirt says. His voice is whiney and his little potbelly spills from the short. 

"Look at you, I don't think you need any more cupcakes," You retort. 

"You have a big head," He puts his pudgy hands on his hips.

You lick some frosting from the top of the cupcake "Yeah? Well, you're fat so good luck in high school." 

The woman's eyes widen in surprise and then narrow in anger, but she doesn't say anything as you quickly back away, cupcake in hand. You make your way toward the gate at the far end of the yard, feeling the weight of their stares on your back.

Leaving the gate of the backyard party behind, you step back onto the sidewalk, your senses heightening with each step. The cool evening air brushes against your skin, carrying the scent of freshly cut grass and faint hints of barbecue smoke from neighbouring houses. The repetitive sound of Wendy's cowboy boots tapping against the pavement echoes in the stillness, punctuated only by the occasional chirp of crickets.

You quicken your pace, driven by a mix of urgency and nervous energy. Your feet move with purpose, yet the path seems to stretch endlessly before you. The streetlights cast elongated shadows, flickering slightly as they illuminate your way. You pass rows of tidy houses, their windows glowing warmly, each one a silent witness to the private lives within.

With each stride, your thoughts race. The embarrassment of crashing the children's birthday party lingers in your mind, mingling with the apprehension of facing Kyle. 

You take a sharp turn down a narrow, tree-lined street. The leaves rustle gently above you, creating a soothing canopy that momentarily eases your racing heart. You glance up, catching glimpses of the darkening sky through the foliage, the first stars beginning to twinkle.

Your breathing steadies, matching the rhythm of your footsteps. You focus on the sound, using it to ground yourself, to keep the swirling emotions at bay. Each step forward feels like a small victory, a deliberate choice to move past the fear and confusion.

The houses become less familiar as you venture deeper into the neighbourhood, the route to the party becoming clearer in your mind. You check your phone for the address, the glow of the screen illuminating your face. The party is only a few blocks away now, and you feel renewed. 

You move with more ease, your steps lighter despite the weight of your emotions that clung to your heels like mud. The distant sound of music and laughter guides you, growing louder with each passing minute.

Finally, you turn a corner and see the house, festooned with strings of lights that glimmer in the fresh darkness and the unmistakable buzz of a gathering in full swing. The sun had just finished setting and you made it. Salvation at last. 

The house is packed with people, the pulse of the music vibrating through the walls and floor. The laughter and conversations swirl around you, but your thoughts keep drifting back to that moment by the lake, the way Kyle's hand felt warm in yours, the look in his eyes before you backed away. 

You spot a group of friends near the kitchen and make your way over, joining their animated discussion. You laugh at their jokes and nod at their stories, but it's all a bit of a blur. Your mind is elsewhere, caught in a loop of what-ifs and maybes.

"Oh my god, hey!" Nichole smiles brightly though it falters when her eyes rake up your body "Why are you dressed like an escaped felon?"

"It'll make me mad if I talk about it," You say simply and pass her to grab a diet Coke from the fridge. 

"What happened?" Annie asks "Red was telling me that there was a thing going on with Stan and you were running from the cops or something." Both of them are done up well, Annie had straightened her hair and Nichole has taken hers out of her braids after months. 

"I'm not running from anyone," You place the leather purse on the kitchen island and begin taking the bottles of liquor out, your friend's eyes widening at the seemingly never-ending supply. 

"You are seriously freaking me out right now," Nichole says, picking up one of the bottles and reading the alcohol percentage "Where did you get this?"

"Don't worry about it," You wave it off. 

"Who's purse is that?" She asks again, eyes narrowing at the black leather.

You shrug, taking a swig of your Diet Coke, it was lukewarm but you still preferred it to the liquor that would surely amplify your awful state and leave you feeling more paranoid than you already were. "Yours if you want it," You push the bag toward her.

Nichole picks it up, eyes widening as she inspects it "Is this a real Birkin?" 

"Shit," You suck a sharp breath through your teeth "I dunno, is it?"

Annie quickly looks over, "Oh my god!" She squeals, eyes lighting up as she leans close to Nichole to look at the bag. She's wearing a pink tank top and low-waisted jeans, effortlessly pretty "Where the hell did you find this?"

"I thrifted it." You lie nonchalantly.

"I can actually keep this?" Nichole holds it close to her chest, hugging it almost protectively. She was in denim shorts and a yellow bikini top though you weren't sure she would even go in the pool. 

"Yeah, I don't care," You did care a little. If it was a big deal to them you couldn't imagine the bag you had stolen was cheap and wanted to keep it away from you, the faux fortune teller who interrupted a family reunion. 

"Are those Wendy's boots?" Annie furrows her eyebrows, looking down at your shoes while Nichole jumps happily up and down with her new bag. 

"Yeah, I had to stop at her place earlier."

"Why didn't you just drive with her?" 

"What?" Your face drops.

"Yeah, she should be here soon," Annie brushes a strand of hair away from her face, revealing large golden hoop earrings. 

"With Stan?" You ask, trying to hide the nervousness in your voice.

"Yeah?" 

You're caught off guard by someone nudging your arm, there stands Tolkien smiling at the three of you "Hey, I didn't know you were coming."

"Me neither," You answer, truthfully. You didn't even know whose house you were at, you just assumed that you probably wouldn't know them anyway.

Tolkien's eyebrows furrow as he looks down at your choice of clothing. You brace yourself for another insult but are met with another response "I think Kyle's wearing the same shirt, did you guys match on purpose?"

"Excuse me?" You poke your head out of the kitchen and glance around, noticing something that sends a fresh wave of embarrassment through you. Both of you are wearing the same band T-shirt. You glance down at your shirt, the familiar logo staring back at you, then look up at Kyle, who seems like he hasn't noticed you yet. He talks animatedly to a couple of people you aren't familiar with. "Tolkien, I need you to switch shirts with me."

"What?" He raises an eyebrow "Are you crazy?"

"Yes!" You say, scuttling deeper into the kitchen to be sure he can't see you "Please?"

"No way, dude."

"Annie?" You turn your attention to her.

She wrinkles her nose at the print of the rotting zombie on your band shirt, it wasn't even close to her style "I'm okay." 

Nichole wasn't even wearing a shirt and she was more tuned in to the observation of her purse than you once again avoiding Kyle. "Fuck," You mutter, carefully exiting the kitchen without another word. 

You moved through the crowded rooms with a purpose, your eyes scanning for any sign of Kyle. Each time you caught a glimpse of him, you quickly altered your path, slipping into different groups of friends and striking up conversations to blend in. The music thumped loudly, and laughter and chatter filled the air, but your mind was solely focused on staying out of Kyle's line of sight.

After what felt like the hundredth near-miss, you decided you needed to change your shirt. The idea of matching with Kyle was driving you crazy, and you hoped a new shirt would help you blend in and avoid awkward questions.

Your first thought is to find Kenny, he was probably there and would switch shirts with you, no questions asked but he wasn't answering your messages so your eyes landed on Adam. You ran track together and joked around on occasion "Hey, Adam," You say sweetly "Can you switch shirts with me?"

"No, I don't like you," He shakes his head, going right back to his conversation. 

"What?" You furrow your eyebrows "I thought we were friends."

"We're not friends, I hate you," he says, agitation clear in his voice. His leg had healed from the horrific injury three months prior. Thinking back to the way you hadn't visited him after his leg snapped in half and how eager you were to replace him, you couldn't really call this out of the blue.

"Wow, jeez, okay," You mutter, turning away. Eye searching the crowd for other people that you knew. "Hey, Butters!" You wave at him. 

"Oh, hey," He looks up with a smile.'

"Do you think you could swap shirts with me?" You had your fingers crossed he would say yes.

"Well that's a really neat shirt and all but I don't think my dad will be super happy if I come home in girl clothes," Butters tells you. He seems somewhat nervous, pulling on each of his fingers one by one to crack them. 

"Okay, thanks anyway, man," You give him a quick pat on the shoulder. "Betsy, hey, can you please please switch shirts with me?"

Betsy gives you an odd look, glancing down at her own outfit. "Sorry, I kind of like my shirt."

Each answer was more or less the same with the more people you asked. "Sophie, can we swap shirts?"

She looks up from her phone, puzzled. "Why do you want to change shirts in the middle of a party?"

Frustration mounting, you continued your search until you spotted an open bedroom door down the hall. You slipped inside, closing the door softly behind you. The room was dimly lit, a cozy hideaway from the party chaos. Your eyes landed on a pile of clothes haphazardly thrown on a chair, and you quickly began to sift through them.

Your fingers brushed against a large, oversized lavender button-up shirt. It wasn't exactly your style, but it would do the job. It looked like it belonged to a morbidly obese man, even then you imagined it would be over-sized on him. You slipped the button-up on over your t-shirt. The fabric was soft and cool against your skin, the oversized fit providing a sense of comfort like you were a child again who was playing dress up in her parents closet.

You glanced at yourself in the mirror, rolling up the sleeves to make the shirt fit a bit better. It was a drastic change from the band T-shirt, but that was exactly what you needed. With a deep breath, you left the bedroom, hoping no one noticed your impromptu outfit change.

This desperation to separate yourself from Kyle was past ridiculous. Why did you hate Kyle in the first place? He was so perfect it made you froth at the mouth with jealousy like you were some dog trying to behave better than him.

There was no way to clear your mind, you felt like you needed a dozen energy drinks just to get a single coherent thought. 

You made your way through the crowded house, dodging groups of partygoers with practiced ease. As you headed towards the bathroom, the pulsating music and loud chatter blurred into the background. You reached the door and found it slightly ajar, the sound of muffled voices coming from inside. With a deep breath, you pushed it open, stepping inside without hesitation.

The dimly lit bathroom was small and cramped, one brunette girl held her friend's blonde hair back while she heaved into the toilet. They barely noticed you as you closed the door behind you, the brunette cast you an apologetic glance. You felt a brief pang of awkwardness, but you brushed it aside, your goal clear in your mind.

You moved quickly to the medicine cabinet above the sink, avoiding eye contact with the couple. Your hands trembled slightly as you opened the cabinet, scanning the shelves for the familiar bottle of caffeine pills. The girl's constant gagging and sobs echoed through the bathroom but you chose to ignore it. 

Finally, you spotted the bottle, hidden behind a few other containers. You grabbed it, the cool plastic smooth against your fingers. The couple shifted slightly, and you caught a glimpse of them in the mirror- the brunette gently rubbed soothing circles on her friend's back, uttering hushed affirmations. You unscrewed the cap, shaking out far too many pills into your palm before quickly closing the bottle and returning it to its spot.

With a practiced motion, you popped the pills into your mouth and swallowed them dry, the bitter taste lingering for a moment. You took a deep breath, hoping the caffeine would kick in soon and give you the energy boost you desperately needed.

Leaving the bathroom, you step back into the throbbing energy of the party, the caffeine pills already making your hands tremble slightly. You hoped they would help you focus and regain control, but instead, you felt even more jittery and on edge.

As you weave through the crowd, the buzz of conversation and laughter feels overwhelming. Your mind races, unable to settle on any one thought for more than a few seconds. Your eyes dart around the room, and then you see him- Kyle, standing near the kitchen, talking to another girl.

She's leaning in close, her hand lightly resting on his arm, and he's smiling in that charming way that always makes your heart skip a beat. A fresh wave of jealousy crashes over you, stronger than before. The caffeine isn't helping to clear your thoughts; it's only making you more anxious and jittery.

You knew that you didn't have a right to get between him and this girl, especially after you had dodged him for days on end like he was a disease you were desperate not to catch. 

You try to take a deep breath, to calm yourself, but it feels impossible. Your mind is a chaotic whirl of emotions and half-formed thoughts. You want to look away, to move on and distract yourself, but you can't. Your eyes are glued to Kyle and the girl, your heart aching with each passing moment.

He laughs at something she says, and you feel a sharp pang in your chest. You know you need to get a grip, to pull yourself together, but it's as if your body and mind are working against you. The jitteriness from the caffeine pills makes it hard to stand still, and you find yourself fidgeting, your fingers tapping nervously against your thigh.

You look around for a scapegoat and your eyes land on Kenny, he's cheering on some kind of drinking game. "Hey, Kenny," You say way louder than intended, causing him to flinch.

"Hey, dude," He grins. He's wearing a pair of sunglasses despite being inside at night, you didn't need to be a genius to know he was covering up the redness of his eyes. Kenny looks you up and down, chuckling slightly "Jeez, what are you on? You're shaking."

"It's just caffeine," you shake your head, trying to soothe the jitters but you are near twitching. 

"Uh, okay, buddy," He slings an arm around you, pulling you in to watch the game was partaking in. The two of you were contrasting each other perfectly. Kenny was laughing and smiling, his whole body loose, eyes half-lidded beneath his glasses while you stood stiffly, eyes wide and very much aware. 

A group of people stood in a circle around a table, pointing at whoever was most likely to do the thing one of them said. "Who is most likely to start a cult?" One of the girls slurs her words and the group points at some guy wearing a baseball cap backwards who pounds back his drink.

Never had you realized how awful it was to be the only sober person in a large group if you were still qualified as sober from the amount of caffeine you swallowed back like candy. Kenny gives you a squeeze on the shoulder, shaking you slightly as he laughs loudly at something you missed completely. 

You were so acutely aware of everything all at once but also nothing at all. Every sound, every movement, every flicker of light seems amplified, almost painfully vivid

You watch as Kenny raises his arms in triumph, a wide grin spreading across his face. The others cheer, their voices blending into a cacophony of celebration and camaraderie. For a moment, you feel a pang of longing to join in, to lose yourself in the carefree abandon of the game. But the hyperactivity from the caffeine, combined with the turmoil over Kyle, makes you hesitant.

"Okay, most likely to commit a felony?" Millie asks with a lazy smile on her face. Everyone glances around before pointing at Kenny. He grins, taking in all of the cheers and the chanting that eggs him on to finish the drink in his hand. 

In an attempt to distract yourself, you watch the partygoers; as a kid, you always expected more dancing at parties in high school but the reality was that the majority of people just sat around on their phones. Across the room, Cylde stands next to Tolkien and holds up an empty beer bottle, aiming for the recycling bin in the corner. He's clearly had a few drinks, his movements slightly uncoordinated.

"Watch this!" he calls out, his voice filled with drunken confidence though there is that same lopsided smile on his face. "Kobe!" 

You watch as he winds up, his arm swinging back before he throws the bottle. You see the bottle veer off course, heading straight toward you and you feel the inevitable dread. There was no time to think between when the bottle left his hand and when it hit you in the head. Next to him, Tolkien's jaw drops, looking down at his friend in horror. 

The bottle smashes over your head with a sickening crash. Pain explodes in your skull, a white-hot flash though you don't even make a sound. The room goes silent, the music and chatter fading into a distant hum. You feel the sting of glass shards embedding in your scalp, the warmth of blood trickling down your forehead, mingling with sweat.

Clyde's face is full of horror as his hands grip his hair, his eyes wide, his mouth moving but the words not reaching your ears. Your heart races even faster, adrenaline mixing with the caffeine, making you feel like you're vibrating from the inside out. The sharp sting of the impact, the throbbing pain, the wetness of the blood, all converge into a sensory overload that leaves you dazed and disoriented.

You stand there, swaying slightly, the world around you a blur of concern and panic. Someone shouts for help, their voice piercing through the fog in your mind. The party now feels distant and unreal, like a dream slipping away as you cling to consciousness. Every detail, every sensation is etched into your mind with excruciating clarity, the caffeine ensuring that you'll remember this moment forever.

"Fuck," You mutter, agitation clinging to your words. You use the sleeve of the lavender button-up to haphazardly wipe away the blood pooling down your face. Everything seemed to get worse with every passing moment, the most awful thing of all is that for what seemed to be the thousandth time that night, everyone was staring at you.

"Holy shit," Even Kenny who was in his own realm seemed to be grounded for a moment as he watched your injury. You give the little crowd of people watching you a thumbs up to signal you are fine and they can go back to their own discussions. 

"It's cool," You take a deep breath, trying to shake it off but you weren't sure there was a thing in this world that could still you. This wasn't a great addition to your very shitty day, you were tired from running and sick from caffeine, frustrated by yourself more than anything.

You stumble away from the disorder of the party, your legs shaky and unsteady beneath you. The room feels too bright, too loud, every sound a sharp jab to your already throbbing head. You need to find a quiet space, somewhere to catch your breath and gather your thoughts. You spot a door slightly ajar down a hallway and make your way towards it, each step feeling like a monumental effort. 

Your breath comes in short, shallow gasps as if the air itself is too thick to inhale. You try to steady yourself, but your hands are trembling uncontrollably, a cold sweat breaking out across your skin. The pain in your head intensifies, each pulse of blood through your veins sending sharp spikes of agony through your skull.

The master bathroom is a welcome retreat from the party's constant buzz. Despite the light almost hurting your head even more and the face in the mirror that was streaked with blood, you were still thankful to be away from all of the little things that worsened this caffeine overdose. 

Yanking the drawers open, you dig around for something to clean yourself up with. You slide one open and find miscellaneous junk though amongst it is the treasure of Spider-Man band-aids. 

You turn on the tap, the sound of running water a steady, calming rhythm. Cupping your hands under the stream, you splash your face, the cold water a sharp contrast to the heat of your skin. You grab a towel, pressing it gently to the cut on your forehead, wincing at the sting. The towel quickly turns crimson, and you press harder, hoping to staunch the bleeding.

Looking down at the towel and then back up at yourself in the mirror, you wondered if this injury was worth going to the hospital for. You were almost sure you still had painkillers left over from your broken nose and none of the cuts seemed terrible, they were cat scratches.

The only thing that worried you was the dull thudding in the back of your head though that had been there since you entertained a room full of confederates. With all of the injuries you had acquired, you made a general rule to go in the morning if it was drastically worse. It was all just a waiting game for you.

The door to the master bedroom that was attached to the bathroom opens and clicks shut. You don't even bother checking who it is, you already have a sneaking suspicion as you continue to dab away at the sticky blood.

You had left the door ajar and it pushes further in softly, and Kyle steps in, his tall frame filling the small space. His eyes widen when he sees you, taking in the blood and the glass shards scattered in the sink.

You freeze when you see him in the mirror's reflection and turn to look at him slowly. Eyes desperate and silently pleading "Kyle, please, I just can't right now." 

"I'm not asking you to." 

"What?"

"You don't have to say anything," Kyle moves closer, his presence comforting in the small room. He takes a deep breath, then looks at you with a certain stillness. "Just let me help."

With hesitance, you slowly nod. He steps behind you, his height making him tower over you slightly. The warmth of his body close to yours sends a shiver down your spine. As you continue to clean the cuts on your forehead, Kyle's fingers gently part your hair, searching for any remaining shards of glass.

His touch is careful, each movement precise and deliberate. You feel the warmth of his hands, the gentle pressure as he meticulously picks out the tiny pieces of glass. His focus is intense, his brows furrowed in concentration. The proximity makes you acutely aware of every sensation- the way his breath brushes against your ear, the soft rustle of his clothing, the subtle scent of his cologne.

"Hold still," he murmurs softly, his voice a low, soothing rumble. "I've almost got it."

You try to stay as still as possible, the combination of his gentle touch and the methodical task helping to calm your nerves. The pain in your head throbs dully, tears forming in your eyes from it. The intimacy of the moment is heightened by the silence, broken only by the occasional clink of glass shards being dropped into the sink.

You glance at his focused reflection, continuing to clean your cuts in the mirror. The antiseptic stings less now, and the pain fading to a manageable level. Kyle works with quiet efficiency, his fingers deftly removing the last few shards. He drops them into the sink, then runs his fingers through your hair one last time, ensuring it's free of any debris.

"All done," he says, stepping back slightly. "How do you feel?"

You take a deep breath, looking at your reflection. The cuts are clean, the blood washed away, and the Spider-Man band-aids on the counter are ready to be applied. You meet Kyle's gaze in the mirror, tears pricking in your eyes. 

"Fine," You say quietly, shifting your eyes to look anywhere but him. 

When you bend down slightly to reach into the band-aid box, Kyle catches a glimpse of your band-shirt beneath the collar of the comically large button-up. He looks down at his own shirt, frowning slightly. 

The moment hangs in the air, charged with anticipation. You can feel the unspoken tension, the pull between you growing stronger. The party outside fades into insignificance, leaving just the two of you in this small, intimate space. The world narrows down to the warmth of his hand, the steady rhythm of his breath, and those unspoken moments that bind you together.

Over every little cut, you slap a Spider-Man band-aid over it, and a couple of them end up in your hairline while Kyle hangs back and watches. 

But then, the memory of last week rushes back—the way Kyle had leaned in, his breath mingling with yours, only to pull back at the last second. You had avoided him since then, afraid of the vulnerability it had stirred within you.

Now, standing so close to him, the air thick with unspoken tension, you can feel the same pull. "Are you okay?" He asks, his voice soft.

"Yeah," You wriggle yourself away from him, leaving the mess on the bathroom counter and sitting on the edge of the bed. The satin beneath you concaves like pearls bending in the sunlight. 

"Are we okay?" He asks, standing in the doorway and watching you.

You take a deep breath, your hands fidgeting nervously in your lap. "I don't know." This was the inevitable, the very thing you spent all day trying to get away from and the whole week prior trying to plan around. 

"Why have you been avoiding me?"

"I'm not avoiding you-

"You blocked me on Roblox."

"Okay fine," You raise your hands in defence. This wasn't how it was supposed to happen. You needed the rest of summer to smother the flame into ash and let it die,  "I know I haven't been fair to you-

"Why, though?"

"Because it's too much," Your voice is louder than you intended it to be. You couldn't even begin to sort out the cluster fuck that was your emotions. "It's gonna ruin our friendship." You didn't even want to say what 'it' was. The both of you knew clearly but still, you tiptoed around it like the earth might shatter if you say it. 

"It's ruined anyways." Kyle shakes his head.

You're eyes widen slightly, heartbeat picking up "You're drunk."

"I'm not."

"That's worse," You shudder. "Look at me, I just pretended to be a fortune teller in a redneck's house and I steal and I smell like cigarettes and teenage angst."

"I don't care."

"Why?" You press "I'm not even nice to you, and I'm just- generally fucked. Okay? I'm coming to terms with the fact that I'm not a very good person or even really an interesting one. I've been so awful to you, do you remember all of those things I've said to you? Remember when I stole your dad's Viagra to sell it and then I blamed it on you?"

"Yeah, and-

"And? There shouldn't be an 'and'. I'm not a nice girl and this will be the biggest mistake you ever make, that's why I couldn't kiss you at the lake because trust me- I wanted to. Kyle, you don't know what you want and I don't know why you're trying so hard. What if it doesn't work out?"

"But what if it does?" He asks "What if it does work out and we're happy together?" 

Your words die in your throat, eyes brimmed with tears that threatened to spill from the sheer pressure crushing you like some kind of torture; had you been a sinner in some kind of ancient myth, you thought that this would be your eternal punishment. His presence is so incredibly unnerving, the way he stares you down, his face unwavering. You shake your head "We don't make sense-

"And we won't, ever, we don't have to." 

 "Have you thought about this? Like really thought about this. Our families and the fact we'll have to see each other every year no matter what we do. We won't ever move past this." You were scared to death and he seemed perfectly fine. 

He moves from the doorway, stepping forward toward you "Can you please just be straight with me?" Kyle asks, voice rising slightly "Do I have a chance or not? because I have been turning myself inside out trying not to like you." 

At first, his words feel like some type of cruel prank and then they settle in your head like a nightmare."Oh my god,” You scoff, gripping your hair, eyes wide while you stand up from the bed. "I'm gonna scream, I'm going fucking insane.”

"I wanna hear you go insane. If you're going to scream, I want to hear it!" He exasperates  "I don't care what it is, I just want you to let me in."

You stared at him, eyebrows drawn in while your wide eyes tried to study each breath from him, every shift in his posture like he was hiding some ulterior motive. You couldn't believe, that he still liked you after everything. 

The thought of kissing him crossed your mind once again. The idea itself made you want to crawl out of your skin but you had to test it just to be sure. Swiftly, you close the gap between you, your lips brushing against his in a tentative, searching kiss. Kyle responds immediately, his hand slipping to the back of your neck, pulling you close.

The kiss deepens, all the unspoken emotions of the past week pouring into it. When you finally pull back, breathless and heart racing, you aren't sure that the awe and adoration in Kyle's eyes match the fear and panic in yours. 

He shifts his hands to hold firmly onto your waist, fingers digging into the plush skin of your midriff like you might disappear if he were to let go "Don't leave again, I can't do this again."

Tears prick at your eyes, a mixture of relief and overwhelming emotion threatening to spill over. The caffeine that once fueled your anxiety now seems to heighten your awareness of every sensation- every touch, every breath shared between you.

"Okay," You bury your face in his shoulder, the familiar scent of him filling your senses, a mixture of pine and something uniquely him. His cheek rests against your temple, his breath warm against your skin as he murmurs into your hair. You feel the strength in his arms, the way his muscles tense slightly as he holds you, the steady rise and fall of his chest against yours.

 His hands move slowly, one settling at the small of your back, the other cradling the back of your head, fingers threading gently through your hair. It's a protective gesture, making you feel cherished and safe. You feel the warmth of his skin through the layers of your shirt fabric, the subtle tremor in his touch. 

"My head hurts," You utter softly. You take a deep breath, inhaling the familiar scent of him, and as you exhale, the tension begins to melt away.

 "I know," He tilts his head down, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to the top of your head. He gives you a light squeeze, his arms tightening around you momentarily, just to be sure you won't slip away.

A/N: 95k words and they finally kissed

[summ3rg4l]

May I request a platonic x reader for the main boys. Where they learn the reader is a girl somehow but before they were all under the belief she was a boy and that she didn’t care to much about her gender to correct them (like a Haruhi Fujioka situation)

I really didn’t know what to write so it’s pretty short tbh

“Wait wait wait! You’re telling that that this whole time we’ve been hanging out with a chick!?”

Cartman stares at you completely perplexed on how he didn’t see that you were a girl the whole time.

“Mghf Mghf Mghf?”

“Ewww Kenny…”

“I just didn’t think it was that important.” You shrugged dismissively and put your hands into your pockets.

“NOT THAT IMPORTANT!?!? How do we know that you’re not a spy that the girls sent to get more information from us!” Cartman narrows his eyes.

“That’s retarded fatass.” Kyle rolls his eyes and crosses his arms

“Yeah why would the girls send a spy?”

“I don’t really see why my gender matters.”

“Guys come here for a second.” Cartman ushers for the other three boys to follow him away from you. After a few seconds you hear Kyle yell. “We’re not killing (name) Cartman!”

“It’s the only way kahl! We have to kill her before she gives away all of our secrets!” He looks back at you “Hey (name). Nothing going on here just chatting Y’know.”

[noirvette]

WE NEVER EXISTED [band smau]

THE BAND ♡ :

Twitter accounts:

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daily kenchole propaganda 🥰🥰🥰

[tiniedemon]

— ♡

the waiting game | masterlist

completed

kyle broflovski / reader | smau

desc | the friend group had been around since elementary school, sharing an unbreakable bond. they were bonded by time itself, and it seemed as though they’d never split. that is, until feelings start arising and conflict begins. all because kyle and y/n couldn’t get over a crush they’d shared since high school.

cws | substance abuse, past child abuse, unrequited love, trauma, unhealthy coping, feminism, violence

gal pals | instagrams . twitters

the bros | instagrams . twitters

PARTS | one two three four five six seven eight nine ten eleven twelve thirteen fourteen fifteen sixteen seventeen eighteen

extras | one two

nsfw special

spotify playlist . apple music playlist

apps used | photonote, memi message, twinotes, pinterest

hint: search “character status” to see what the characters are up to!

— ♡

[he4rts4alexis]

Have him

About: Kyle and Tolkien's TikToks take up all of you and Kyle time

Kyle x reader

( THIS IS MY FIRST ONE SHOT CUT SOME SLACK)

Waiting at kyle's locker like you always do but this time Kyle's no where to be seen.

You text him

That bastard is always stealing my boyfriend. You know what it doesn't even matte- "oh hey nichole" I say as my thoughts are being interrupted. "Hey y/n what's up" she says excitedly "what all the excitement it's like 8:00 in the morning" I say irritated "bebe's throwing a party this Friday you should come" she stated "I'll think about it" I say "alright have fun bye n/n" "bye Nicki"

*Time skip to second period*

"Hey ky" "oh y/n lemme show you this TikTok me and Tolkien made" "oh sure" "y'know Kyle you and Tolkien have been together for long periods of time you should come with me to the party" "oh um of course I would love to go to the party with you"

"alright I'll text you"

* Time skip to Friday*

23 messages from the group chat there really excited about the party lemme see what they're texting

Seems like everybody's going *buzz* *buzz* 1 message. Who would want to text me now it's probably the group chat

*Time skip to the party*

"hey y/n here have a drink" bebe says "um what's in it?" "Nothing strong see" she says as she downs the whole cup "oh ok thank you" where is Kyle I should text him

Fucking dumbass I'm ready to go home "yo y/n where you going?" Clyde ask "home GOODNIGHT!" I yell.

*Time skip back home*

I'm so tired of his shit Tolkien can have him

What a asshole

THIS IS MY FIRST ONE SHOT IM HALF ASLEEP SO IDEK IM GOING TO HAVE TO READ IT WHEN I WAKE UP BUT I HOPE I DID DECENT

[cadencewishes]

My cover of Put It Down and my cosplay of Heidi :D

[sp-by-april]

South of Nowhere Ch2 - Let's Get Lost

In which Nichole loses her virginity. 💗

Kyle x Nichole x Kenny

[Chapter 1] [Available on Ao3!] [Wattpad!] [Kyle Master List] [Kenny Master List!]

Unfortunately, the plan Kyle came up with meant he had to cancel his date with Nichole. He had to talk to someone who could do exactly what he wanted, but that was the only time they were available to lay out the project.

He didn’t make up some grand excuse. He told her that he, Kenny, Stan, and Cartman got roped into helping Liane… It was something believable and she seemed to buy it.

Nichole was disappointed, but not surprised. It was going to be their first kind-of-sort-of date and he bailed. She wondered if it was really about Cartman’s Mom or if he got cold feet and panicked.

Either way, she decided she wasn’t going to waste the evening and she didn’t want to be at home anyway. She grabbed the six-pack of beer she’d bartered and saved for the occasion, then headed to Stark’s Pond.

She was on the edge of town when she heard the heavy whumph! of something – Someone – landing behind her.

She smiled and spun on her heels to face Mysterion, “How’d it go with Ms. Cartman?”

He blinked with confusion and dropped the hero growl, “...What?”

“Kyle canceled on our date-thing. He said you guys had to help Liane with something,” She said with a slight frown.

“Oh… Uh…” Mysterion scratched his nose as he wondered if he should join in on Kyle’s lie.

“Damn it,” Nichole quietly fumed, “I knew it, he fucking bailed on me,”

“I’m sorry– He’s an idiot,” He said and meant every word.

What the hell is going on with Kyle?

“What are you doing way out here?” Mysterion blinked as he looked at the six-pack, “You’re not planning on drinking all those and walking home by yourself, right?”

“No,” She sighed, “Yes– I don’t know. I was just going to Stark’s Pond to sit and… Think about things, I guess,”

“What if…” He took a step towards her cautiously, “I came with you?”

Her lips curved into a slight smile, “That sounds okay,”

As they walked the rest of the journey, Nichole didn’t say a word. She seemed so down he wondered if he should be worried. He was kind of pissed at Kyle for making her feel the way she was.

When they finally arrived, it was full-dark. She walked a few feet from the edge of the pond and stared at the still water. She looked vulnerable to him. Like something rare, something delicate that needed protecting.

He also thought she was lost in her head and probably needed to be reigned in.

“Bench?” He asked.

“Ground,” She replied, preparing to drop down.

“Wait,” Kenny pulled off his cloak and it billowed down onto the grass, “Here,”

She sat down on it with a smile, then she dropped the beer on the ground. He sat down next to her and listened to the crickets begging for attention.

Kenny was always so thoughtful with her. Nichole kind of loved that. He wasn’t the kind of guy she’d usually go for but... There was something special about him. He was funny, he was cute, and their friendship blossomed into something that she held dear.

He grabbed two bottles and handed one to Nichole. He wasn’t sure what to talk about – If she even really wanted to talk. She said she was going there alone. Maybe he should have just left her to do her thing.

He twisted his bottle open in sync with her and took a big gulp. Maybe he should make an excuse to leave. Except then that would be two guys bailing on her in one night, right? Can’t have that.

Then again she did smile at him when he suggested he could join her. Nichole looks so pretty when she smiles, it kind of makes him melt a little.

She sipped her beer, “Slow night?”

“Yeah, kinda,” He looked over at the stillness of the pond being interrupted by insects creating small ripples, “Sorry about... Kyle,”

Nichole looked up at the sky and pulled in a deep breath. The stars really were beautiful out there.

She sighed as she set down her beer, “I just wish he’d tell me what’s wrong with me,”

“What are you talking about?” He asked in genuine confusion as he looked her over.

Her features looked even softer illuminated by the moon and the muted light pollution radiating from their hometown. The moonlight bathed her soft skin and his eyes couldn’t help but focus on her cleavage in that low-cut blouse. Then he noticed her long legs exposed by her short skirt.

He set his bottle down, placed his hand on her thigh, and gave her a light squeeze, “There’s nothing wrong with you,”

I think you’re pretty perfect.

Kenny’s face was feeling unusually warm. Nichole knew why. His cheeks were almost rose-colored. She was surprised at how cute she thought he was, sitting beside her and blushing in his vigilante costume. Then her thoughts couldn’t help but turn back to Kyle...

She exhaled softly, “There must be something wrong with me. He doesn’t–”

Kenny leaned over and kissed her. His hand cradled her cheek in his palm and her lips felt so soft as he pulled her in deeper.

When their kiss broke, he kept his hold on her and looked deep into her eyes, “There’s nothing wrong with you,”

Nichole kissed him again. He impatiently pushed his tongue into her mouth as she wreathed her arms around his neck.

She laid back, pulling Kenny on top of her and he happily obliged. As their tongues turned over one another, Kenny wondered how he could be so lucky. He wanted to know just how lucky he could get. There was a pretty girl underneath him, her tongue was eagerly rolling over his and there was no doubt Nichole could feel his cock throbbing against her.

He slipped his hand between them, up her skirt, and rubbed her through her silky satin panties.

She whimpered in his mouth and definitely felt him throb hard against her that time. The sounds she made as he touched her were so divine, that he resented the fabric barrier between them.

He broke their kiss and diligently studied her face. Her mouth was open, her full lips wet with their saliva. Her long lashes decorated her dark eyes. There were bits of gold hidden in them that he loved to see sparkle in the light. He thought her cheeks even looked flushed.

She was fucking beautiful.

He kissed her cheek. He kissed her ear. He licked lightly at her earlobe and he felt her body shudder beneath him. He couldn’t take it anymore.

“I want you,” He groaned in her ear and pushed his hips into her so she knew he meant it.

Nichole’s breath hitched, and she could only summon a small whisper, “I want you too,”

Kenny quickly hooked his fingers in her panties and started pulling them down but–

“Wait. You should know…” She forced herself to tell him the truth, “I’ve never– It would be my first time,”

“...Shit,” “Kenny paused and carefully scanned her face, “Really?”

She bit her lip and nodded slowly, “If you don’t want to – I get it,”

“We shouldn’t do this here. Your first time– It should be perfect for you,” Kenny began to lift himself off of her, “It shouldn’t be–“

“Kenny, please,” Nichole reached up to him, cradled his cheeks in her palms, and led his face back down to hers, “This seems pretty perfect to me,”

He looked into her eyes and couldn’t resist.

He kissed her hard and fast. It wasn’t even a thought, his body just moved as if disconnected from his brain.

They tugged and pulled at their clothes until everything they needed was free. Nichole had fully unbuttoned her blouse, and Kenny was in awe as he stroked himself and stared at her satin bra.

His cock looked so good to her, it drove her a little wild. He was sticky with lots of precum and she had the urge to put her mouth on him and suck his dick clean until her own spit was the only thing coating him. On the other hand, he looked thick and she was a little afraid of the pain she might feel when he was inside of her.

Kenny’s eyes fell on Nichole’s naked pussy, laid bare for him under her hiked-up skirt. He throbbed so hard it almost hurt. He positioned himself over her and rubbed the head of his cock up and down her wet slit. Her skin was so soft, he knew there was no way he could stop himself now.

It would be a lie if he said he’d never thought about it. Fucking Nichole had been a top priority in his list of fantasies for a while now. Taking her virginity was something he didn’t even know he wanted until he was presented with the option. He knew if she had wanted to stop when he tried to hit the brakes, he’d have to run home and jack off until he was shooting ghost loads.

She wanted him, and fucking hell, Kenny ached for her.

“Wait...” Nichole said softly.

Fuck. She is gonna back out. I should have fucking known I couldn’t be this lucky.

But the way she said “Please” made me twitch so fucking hard.

Nichole reached up and gently pulled off Kenny’s mask.

His lips curled into a slight smile and as she mirrored his expression, Nichole looked so good to him that Kenny had the overwhelming urge to kiss her.

His mouth locked onto hers and she sighed happily in his mouth.

He squeezed the aching head of his dick inside and Nichole gasped soft and sharp against his lips.

Kenny groaned as his cock met with her virgin barrier.

There was no going back after this.

He pushed until he was buried deep inside the heart of her.

Nichole gasped with delight, and she was surprised. It hurt a little but she also felt pleasure. She was enraptured by the way she could feel every bit of Kenny stretching her to fit him inside.

His hips moved in firm, deep strokes. She was so focused on how good it was feeling, she didn’t even notice her nails pressing into his back. He liked it.

Once he thought she was ready, he worked up to thrusting faster and harder.

She started moaning for him. He watched closely as her face contorted in pleasure and her breasts moved with each stroke.

Seeing her feeling so good and listening to her make those noises because of him was irresistible. Then there was her body beneath him… She felt like heaven. His muscles were so tight and the pressure was building to a level he knew he couldn’t handle.

He slid a hand between the two of them and his thumb brushed over her clit. He felt her tighten around him as he touched her, and began rubbing her clit in tight circles.

Her back arched and he was enamored with the way she looked as she was on the edge of coming. He wanted to keep his eyes on her face, but her breasts were so distracting. God, she looked like she had great breasts.

He took his hand off her momentarily, spread his fingers wide, hooked them in both the fabric cups and pulled down until her breasts spilled out. He quickly brought his hand back to her clit as he admired her tits. They were the perfect size for her body, shaped well, and if he stared at her soft brown nipples too long he knew he’d be coming in seconds.

He glanced down between them and the sight of his cock squeezing inside her pussy with each thrust was so enthralling.

Fuck, if I keep looking at her like this – Especially at my cock fucking her, I’m gonna come for sure.

He leaned down, ran his tongue over her tender little nipple, and then took it into his mouth. She wrapped her legs over his and he groaned in pleasure over her breast as she locked him in.

Then it finally happened.

Her eyes rolled back, her body tensed and she moaned so loud that he was a bit surprised and even more turned on. She had tried to fight it, she wasn’t ready for it to be so close to being over. She wanted to make it last. Kenny felt amazing and she couldn’t believe what she’d been missing out on.

The bliss that built inside of her, overwhelmed her to the point she hoped there weren’t tears in her eyes. Her toes curled in her shoes and her nails dug into his back.

As she came, her soft, silky walls gripped his cock tighter than he’d ever felt, and he couldn’t stop himself.

He locked his mouth onto hers and he pushed his tongue into her mouth just as her orgasm was finishing and his was about to begin. He thought about pulling out, but his legs were caged in by her. That would be his excuse if she asked about it. But truthfully, he was fucking dying to come inside her.

Nichole smiled as Kenny groaned deep into her mouth.

He thrust in as deep as her body would let him and held himself there while she gasped sharply against his lips. His hips bucked into her as all the pressure he felt finally erupted from inside of him, and his cock pulsed hard, filling her luscious little pussy with hot, sticky spurts.

She cradled his face in her hands and they continued to kiss, panting eagerly in each other’s mouth.

Nichole was right.

He relished the feeling of their tongues rolling over each other, the feeling of her body underneath him, of knowing that she gave him something that was only his to keep. Kenny could feel himself getting hard again while he was still inside of her.

That was kinda perfect.

[spwastedaffairs]

⋆♱ ☠︎ ♱⋆ 𝐁𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞

𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐯𝐞

CHARACTER PROFILES:

Y/N L/N : STATUS [ALIVE]

STAN MARSH : STATUS [ALIVE]

KYLE BROFLOVSKI : STATUS [ALIVE]

KENNY MCCORMICK : STATUS [ALIVE]

BEBE STEVENS : STATUS [ALIVE]

TOLKIEN BLACK : STATUS [ALIVE]

WENDY TESTABURGER : STATUS [ALIVE]

ERIC CARTMAN : STATUS [ALIVE]

NICHOLE DANIELS : STATUS [DEAD]

BUTTERS STOTCH : STATUS [DEAD]

𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐈’𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐬𝐲𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐲

𝐂𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐈 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐬𝐚𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞 ⋆♱ ☠︎ ♱⋆

[mommaspooky]

I FINALLY DID IT <3333 (gonna draw the boys soon)

I'm currently working on the comic dw :] I'm just going through thumbnailing for 9 pages while sketching pg 2 + 2pt 2 <3

I'm delighted with these designs (especially Red and Nichole)

I might be up for some asks on here just in case anyone has a question <<

[hunnysnoops]

WHITE TEETH TEENS

Kyle Broflovski x Reader

We wouldn’t be seen dead here in the day. I guess we’re lucky that it’s dark now.

SERIES TEASER

Premise: Despite having almost inseparable families, you and Kyle couldn't hate each other anymore than you already. The second you saw him you had your claws out and we would be ready to hold a knife to your throat, like wolves you devoured each other until a bump in the road sent you tumbling into a new dynamic. Maybe you two can find new ways to fall apart.

Slow burn | Enemies to lovers | forced proximity

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