#multibg/kyle

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@multibg / kyle : ( sms ) : wanna go out tonight?

[ ➥ Kyle🥊 ] i guess i ahve time tos pare [ ➥ Kyle🥊 ] what exactly were you planing on doing

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@multibg​   /   kyle     ||     dumb quotes jan - mar ‘23                “If it’s gay to be time-efficient, then I don’t wanna be straight.”

               There’s a loooong moment where Ike just stares at Kyle. One beat. Two. Three. Okay, Ike, pretty sure he got the point here.

“...Kyle, I don’t know a single straight person.” He’s exaggerating. Shut up about it. He has a point to make. “How’s your game of gay chicken, by the way? Who’s it with this time?”

[troublcmakcrs]

▸   @multibg​   ⟶   ❛  a touch that says ‘kiss me like you mean it’. (kyle @ craig)  ❜   ╱   (  touching tenderly , accepting .  )

Kyle’s fists balling up in the fabric of his shirt, making every effort to deepen their kiss, cause Craig to smile into it, bringing what was a steady rhythm to almost a complete standstill.  And then, he pulls away, in direct defiance of what he knows the other wants, thrilling at the highly probable chance to witness a characteristically huffy and indignant expression.

One of Craig’s hands finds Kyle’s fist, trying to coax it into loosening its obstinate grip, and with his other, he touches an index finger to Kyle’s chin, just under those warm lips that were lighting up his nerves a moment ago.  His eyes shimmer with laughter and a smugness that he knows Kyle loves to hate.

“You’re being real greedy.”

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@multibg || kyle && kenny || meme ❝ i swear, if you do that one more time ... ❞

━━ ˗ˏˋ “Aw, man. Ya made me lose count. Now I gotta start over.” Kenny fakes a frown, but it only lasts a second or two before the corners of his lips tug up again. And his hand comes back up, index finger poking at Kyle's beauty marks again. “One, two, three...”

[monmuses]

@multibg continued from here

She was only really here to hang out with some friends of hers. Across the few groups that were close in South Park, she had a few in each one that she stuck with over the years. In this case, she was with Scott and a few others after needing a break from being at her place for so long.

That, and her parents were incredibly overbearing whenever she was out on her own. So much for being an "adult" to them.

"It's a little subtle, but it's there. I don't know, it's just... more obvious I guess," she said, shrugging. "You just hide it better with your expressions."

A little joke to nudge at him, but she didn't want to cause any trouble. They had their problems and butting heads, but she knew they were close as kids. What happened? Stan had been mumbling and talking about trying to get back to Kyle but never really told the whole picture. She had a hunch there was more, but finding Kyle at this party was the last thing she expected, too.

"...talk to me about it. I'll listen," she said, softening her gaze at him. "I... I honestly was wondering what happened to you two. What happened? If you don't mind me asking."

[smileduponyou]

(manhandling symbol starters) ★ - drag my muse by the arm (-from kyle)

There's a short yelp as his forearm is grabbed and pulled, nearly toppling the unexpected blond right off of his feet. Luckily he catches himself and stumbles after the redhead, completely confused as to what in the world had prompted this kind of thing.

"What th-- Kyle??? Why are you dragging me??"

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[stmulnts-a]

               ⋯⋯⋯     “I‒ Yeah, I thought it was kinda obvious.” Tweek has been overthinking his actions for far too long by now. Of course the other theater kids would've caught on before graduation, they're observant when they want to be and gossip amongst themselves like they're each other's morning news broadcasts. He hadn't thought that they were the only ones that figured it out.

But not even Kyle? It was almost a relief. All those years, Tweek had thought he was making a fool of himself, thought his excuses of Kyle's friends triggering his anxious tics were easily seen through. Or, he'd thought that Kyle just didn't feel the same. And that was fine, he could handle being friends. Dating had always seemed like so much pressure, anyway.

Though now it's Tweek's turn to look embarrassed. “It wasn't supposed to be a cover, at first, I‒ I just‒ augh. I just wanted to spend more time with you, didn't matter what we were.” His eyes start to wander, cheeks start to burn, as he drags one hand through his hair. And aside from somewhat - mumbled vocal tics, he falls silent for a moment at Kyle's question.

“Uh... Since‒ agk‒ since high school.” He keeps his gaze to the side, avoiding Kyle the way he'd avoided looking at him. “Junior year, I think, is when my theater friends started ragging on me about it, and it took them a while to pick up on it...”

@multibg / kyle || continued

[gddmnkickd]

@multibg : 🐤- for kyle

[gddmnkickd]

[ ➥ fro bro📸 ] kids sketchy. back to u [ ➥ fro bro📸 ] where food from [ ➥ fro bro📸 ] actually idc im hungry, pick me up [ ➥ fro bro📸 ] yeah moms being kinda wack

@multibg / kyle || continued

[stmulnts-a]

@multibg / kyle : 🌻 a worried text. ( for kyle !! we need more of them )

[ ➥ Kyle🧂 ] hey nothing happened right? [ ➥ Kyle🧂 ] i mean i told craig why i was bruised up and i couldnt tell if he was upset or how mad he was so i guess im just makgin sure he hasnt been at your throat or anyhting 😥

[stmulnts-a]

@multibg / kyle: 🛏️ :3c

               ⋯⋯⋯     “Kyle, please, I'm fine.” He says that, but his voice sounds dry and distorted from a stuffy nose, his skin is more pale than usual, his eyes are blinking slow, and he's swaying on his feet. He looks like he could pass out sleeping at any moment. He damn near fell over when he pulled his backpack over his shoulder a few minutes ago. And he wants to go to class like this?

“I really can't miss this class. We're supposed to be going over what's on the final. I mean, sure, I can‒ I‒” Annnnd there's a hard sneeze, thankfully right into the crook of his elbow. Just that even makes him stumble back a step. “...I don't wanna screw up on this final, Kyle, c'mon.”

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@multibg / human kite || random dialogue 2.0 ‘ how many people have you killed? ’ (human kite @ switchblade :P)

A look of what could best be described as fear crossed his face, just for a second, as Ike tried so so hard to recall. Eventually, he turns to the other, that casual demeanor written all over his face. “Y'know, I wasn't aware I was supposed to be keeping count.”

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@multibg​   /   kyle     ||     dumb quotes jan - mar ‘23                “Grease Lightning thought automatic cars were cool.”

               “Yeah, well, Trevor thinks manual transmissions are cooler.” He motioned to the TV screen, his other hand still occupied by an X-Box controller, where he’d been playing a game of Grand Theft Auto. Though, really, Ike had absolutely no in - game information to back up his claim. “Kyle, look at it. It’s sleek. It’s stylish. It goes, like, 200 miles an hour on the highway.”

Said as he makes his character hijack some fancy - pants sports car, proceeding to speed it onto the game’s system of highways.

[troublcmakcrs]

▸   @multibg​   ⟶   ❛  ❛ I heard what you said. I just don’t take orders from you. ❜ (-from kyle, for ur main verse <3)  ❜   ╱   (  dexter , accepting .  )

“Bullshit, you don’t,” Craig says.  “Cartman made me second-in-command.”  Something about not trusting the job to Kyle, despite hanging out with him more.  Honestly, while Craig doesn’t like Cartman all the time, he enjoys the other’s company more consistently than his main friend group, and he doesn’t know why Cartman hangs out with people who have such a consistent and mutual distaste for him.  Not that Craig would be caught dead admitting it, but he feels bad for Cartman sometimes.  Sometimes.

“That means when Cartman’s not here, I’m first in command.”  Craig’s indignance over being disrespected boils over, and he delivers a swift kick to Kyle’s shin, not hard enough to topple him over, just a warning.  His hands balled into fists hint that he’s not fucking around, though.

“You’re going over that damn fence.”  Into Mr. Winfield’s yard to dig up the suitcase that’s rumored to exist under his mums.  One million dollars, Cartman’s words echo in his mind.  Why else would the geezer try to chase kids away from his property with a shotgun?  “Even if I have to throw you over it myself.  Now stop being a fucking pussy about it.”

[troublcmakcrs]

     closed starter for   ⟶   @multibg

Tweek finds it disconcerting to see Stan here among the dredges of society. He doesn’t belong here; he was always a nice boy.  Yes, he could be selfish at times, but everyone has stuff wrong with them, and generally, he cared about doing the right thing.  Tweek considered Stan his friend back in the day, and while he was a little closer to Kyle, he still admired the other boy terribly.

And now, seeing him here—partying, drinking, getting high, being loud and rude—it’s so far removed from the boy Tweek remembers that it makes him want to cry.  He knows people change, and seeing as it has been years since they spent any amount of time together, it’s unreasonable to expect Stan to stay the exact same.  But the fact that he has ended up like this…

Tweek curls up in his spot on the couch, hugging his knees to his chest, and watches Stan, who has a few lines of coke in front of him.  He has been staring for most of the night, and it’s the first time they have had a moment of relative quiet.  It’s not going to last, and if he doesn’t say something, he might miss his chance.

“D-don’t you ever get tired of it?” he hazards.  He finally looks away from Stan in favor of picking at the worn cuff of his jeans.  He laughs softly, belying his nerves.  “I do—I get tired of… all this.  It’s not really my scene.”  And I didn’t take it for yours.

[troublcmakcrs]

▸   @multibg   ⟶   ❛  “  let  me  take  care  of  you.  ” (clyde @ tweek)  ❜   ╱   (  sickness , accepting .  )

“No.”  Tweek’s immediate response is steely and frigid enough to cut through.  He grimaces, mouth twisting around a sickening taste that plagues his tongue.

He has been somebody else’s problem, a burden, a responsibility, for his entire life.  People stuck him with Craig, made Craig take care of him, because somebody had to do it, and nobody else wanted the job.  There were his parents, too, and all their insistence that he would never survive without them.  They used the notion that he could not fend for himself to exploit him and keep him trapped under their thumbs as long as possible.

He may not have much in life, but he is still standing on his own two feet long after everyone expected him to crumble, and the idea of handing himself and his affairs over to someone else, even for a short time, terrifies him.  Desperate to retain his agency, he steps back from Clyde as if it were a physical thing to keep out of the other’s reach.

“I’m a grown man,” he insists, “not a child, and I can get by well on my own.  Just because I’m not as noticeably well-off as some of you doesn’t mean I need help.”