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almost all of the token het ships among the 4th graders are shit. stendy is toxic, clybe makes no sense even if its canon, token/nichole are only a thing because kyle got fucked over, and do i even need to mention heiman? if u need a token het ships in your fanfic why not kyle and any of his love interests or jimmy/anyone?
#south park#sp#southconfessionpark#south park confession#stan marsh#sp stan#wendy testaburger#sp wendy#stan x wendy#stendy#sp stendy#clyde donovan#sp clyde#bebe stevens#sp bebe#clybe#sp clybe#clyde x bebe#tolkien black#sp tolkien#nichole daniels#sp nichole#tolkien x nichole#eric cartman#sp cartman#heidi turner#sp heidi#heiman#sp heiman#heidi x cartman
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South Park Couples
#south park#wendy testaburger#stan marsh#stendy#sp stendy#sp wendy#kyle broflovski#sp stan#eric cartman#stan x wendy#kyle x bebe#sp kyle#sp bebe#bebe stevens#sp kybe#kybe#tolkien black#nichole daniels#sp nichole#sp tolkien#tolkien x nichole#red mcarthur#sp red#sp kevin#kevin stoley#sp revin#revin#sp craig#sp tweek#tweek x craig
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so like uhhhh- i like them very much actually
#cartman would love thjs#tolkien x nichole#nichole x tolkien#token x nichole#nichole x token#tolkirn x nicole#bro why are there like 1716261 different ways to speel their names#south park#south park fanart
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This I Agree plus You see Stan just Went to the movies with Wendy plus I hate these toxic Style Shippers who think Wendy is a bad person but she's not and I want to say this but Cartman was just teasing with Stan and Kyle plus Everyone tease each others even friends plus Let me remind you toxic style shippers that Kyle hire a Gunman on Stan and They fight on numerous times and Just Because They're hanging out that doesn't mean They're a Relationship plus Stan Loves Wendy plus you Saw Stan saving Wendy from Being arrested and Called Wendy Sweetheart and Stan and Kyle hanging out Because They're Best Friends you toxic Style Shippers have you toxic Style Shippers never heard of Best Friends have you or not plus Don't call me a homophobic because I don't ship your ship plus the only lgbt ship i like is Creek plus tbh Stendy,Kydi,Creek,Tolkole and Clybe is way better than Style in my opinion so Don't be mad with my opinion toxic style shippers if you disagree that's fine but You could not just force someone to turn against to their favorite ship to like your ships that's not cool let others ship if Me, Lunar @lunarwhisperer and other Stendy fans ship Stendy and love Stendy respect our opinion instead of calling us homophobic or forcing us to turn against Stendy how about you toxic style shippers lets us enjoy stendy and Respect our Opinion.
style shippers: stan doesn’t love wendy!1!1! he wants to be with kyle can’t you tell!1!1!
stan in reality:
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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!
#Butters Stotch#Clyde Donovan#Craig Tucker#Damien Thorn#DogPoo Petuski#Eric Cartman#Gary Harrison#Jimmy Valmer#Kenny McCormick#Kyle Broflovski#Pip Pirrip#Scott Malkinson#Stan Marsh#my art#pixel art#Timmy Burch#Tolkien Black#Tweek Tweak#Heidi Turner#Henrietta Biggle#Maria Sanchez#Nichole Daniels#Red McArthur#Wendy Testaburger#south park#character lineup#creek#sp creek#gaymien#damien x gary
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Random SP headcanons pt2
Pt 1
Tweek tried to, but ultimately will never, learn how to drive with heavy advice from his loved ones (Craig). It’s too stressful. It’s dangerous because of his anxiety and tics for others and himself. No driving for Tweek. Please.
Cartman doesn’t make fun of Craig for being “half ginger” because he’s a little scared of him… kind of.
Speaking of, Cartman showed Craig his own wiener (as per TxC) of his own volition.
Fat fucking crush on Kyle btw.
If Stan hates that he looks like his dad then he hates that Kyle looks like his mom btw. Because… alcoholic x radical canadaphobe?? Fuck knows.
Stan shakes on weed (no projection here). He can’t feel it though.
Speaking of, Tweek can’t feel his own shaking.
Cartman wishes that Kenny would act how he would / seeks Kenny’s validation, hence his criticism of Kenny of the most menial of things (ie. holding a candle in Put It Down).
If there was money for it, Karen would own a lot of stuffed animals.
Kevin and Karen do not carry the gene for red hair. Or blond/blonde hair.
Cartman loves his fucking grandma. (No projection I swear)
Jimbo holds some affection for Liane but is just a gay old fuck. Jimned 4eva
Did I mention in my last post I think, despite Mrs Valmer’s canon design, that Mrs Tweak has the biggest tits? I’m saying it again if so
SHE AND RICHARD SCREW SO BAD I KNOW I SAID BUT PLEASE UNDERSTAND–
I know I said last post that I didn’t know how Tweek and Butters would be cousins but now I’ve decided… people can think differently because anything goes but for me it’s through both fathers. Tweak Bros. originates from Mrs. Tweak’s father and to earn the right to marry her he had to win him over and show his dedication to the profession
Richard and Stephen got grounded a LOT
Linda and Sheila’s hair always smells incredible (so much product)
Sheila is the type of grandma to give out stale sweeties
The Marsh name ends with Stanley. The bloodline ends with both him and Shelley
Heidi is the mother of Kyle’s kids (coping)
Cartman only became homeless after his mother died
He never worked ever (garageman future aside)
Clyde got vaccinated guys we can all rest now (the bad future self came back to tell him to never do it but once the good future is put into play he gets vaccinated because there was no bad future to come back to tell him)
Clyde is very girldad coded, soz
Bebe’s dad is a bit younger than her mom (he is the ultimate girldad… Mr. Stevens I wish I knew your name)
Clyde gets more insecure about his weight / appearance as he gets older. For now he is young however so let him live (his pudge is the pudge ever and he is sonboy if not a carnal dream and a half… latter only in pcov ofc)
Mr. Stevens helps Bebe with her homework a fuckton (particularly maths)
Butters bites his nails
Butters (after growing up) loves strong women. Look at his Pcov design and tell me he doesn’t want / have / respect a buff wife.
If Butters wasn’t grounded as much as a kid he wouldn’t have a fear of expectations as much as he does, meaning he would have probably gotten a better job than working in Dennybees or whatever it was called. Bro could have been a multi billionaire girlboss
I just want someone to hear this it’s not really a headcanon but BHLK Queen Thistle? LINDA STOTCH? Same character different nationalities istg
Kyle plays chaperone a fair bit to the guys
Kyle, Tolkien and Craig are the most sensible drivers out of All The Boys (Tolkien behind Craig and Kyle if I’m being honest)
Kenny and Bebe (Bebe isn’t a boy but YKWIM) are the fucking fastest / most reckless
Clyde and Stan are sort of not great but not bad drivers
Jimmy is rather close to Tolkien in terms of driving skill yk
Butters, Cartman, Tweek don’t drive – Cartman out of laziness / expectation of chaperones, and Butters and Tweek out of stress… Tweek tried to learn though
Craig in later years drives Tweek everywhere
Tweek and Cartman have experienced heart attacks (in later years) but for different reasons to the other. Clyde has come very close. So has Craig, though not as close.
Tweek dies before Craig.
Stan dies before Kyle.
Butters dies before Kenny (ironically).
Craig visits Tweek’s grave with flowers every week??
Craig, as an old man, wears a lot of fucking cardigans. Grandpa shirts too (the things without the collars).
Tweek and Craig have matching anythings. Typically slippers.
Bebe is very handsy and sometimes possessive. Clyde thinks it’s “sweet”. (The dudebro sweet not the romantic sweet through the possessiveness originates from romanticism).
In Pcov Clyde is a delivery man, actually
Out of all the couples, it would always be Clybe to cause the most hickeys
Bebe has a flatter ass than brilliant boobs (opposite for Wendy, though Wendy isn’t flat chested)
Nichole bleaches her skin in the future (it’s sad but look at her design. Out of everything else it’s the most unrecognisable and it’s awful) (ETA: when I say awful I’m talking about why most people bleach their skin and how it can affect one’s health – people can do as they please but ultimately skin bleaching isn’t a… great??? thing, socially and health-wise)
Nichole loves 60s/70s paraphernalia and fashion (the ultimate flower power child)
Wendy and Cartman fuck at least once in their lifetimes. They take it to the grave, but because of this Cartman doesn’t die a fucking virgin
That sounds so damn harsh wth but it’s true (I think Cartman doesn’t really have any labels moreso is just attached to certain people when it’s not just himself *cough cough* Kyle and Wendy *cough cough*)
Jimmy can see perfectly fine out of both eyes until he reaches teenhood
Jimmy has two brown haired alleles
Cartman doesn’t make fun of Kenny or Craig for having a ginger / red haired parent because he thinks they’re pretty cool. He lowkey ships them / wants to be them.
Cartman has the gene for ginger hair.
#south park#my headcanons#original post#eric cartman#kyle broflovski#kenny mccormick#craig tucker#tweek tweak#creek#craig x tweek#clyde donovan#bebe stevens#clybe#clyde x bebe#butter stotch#stan marsh#kydi#kyle x heidi#candy#cartman x heidi#long post#jimmy valmer#nichole daniels#post covid#tolkien black#mrs tweak#richard tweak#stephen stotch#sheila broflovski#shelley marsh
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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
#south park#south park x reader#south park x y/n#kyle broflovski#kyle south park#kenny mccormick#kyle broflovski x reader#south park kyle#stan marsh#wendy testaburger#tolkien black#red mcarthur#kyle broflovski headcanons#kyle x reader#kyle broflovski fluff#sp kyle#south park hcs#south park fanfiction#nichole daniels
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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.”
#kenny x reader#kyle broflovski x reader#pc kenny x reader#platonic butters x reader#post covid kenny x reader#south park#post covid butters x reader#vic chaos x reader#stan x reader#post covid kyle x reader#kyle broflovski#clyde donovan x reader#clyde donovan#tweek smut#tweek sure#clyde donovan smut#tolkien x reader#nichole daniels#stuart mccormick#post covid stan x reader
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they found out about kenny and nichole
#Finishing up my Kenny x Nichole piece and decided to sketch in kyle and tolkien and lol#kyle broflovski#k2chole#tolkien black#south park#wip#south park fanart
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No one will never not convince me that Storm was only paired with T’Challa just because they’re both black. Like it’s giving when Cartman met Nichole and even though Nichole and Kyle obviously liked each other he wanted her with Token/Tolkien just because they’re both black. Like there has been so many options for Storm but they put her with T’Challa why ?
And then like it kills me to see people praise it and be like “Oh black love” this and “Perfect couple that” and just eat it up because it’s “black love” but it’s giving “Storm has so much potential romantic chemistry with many of her own teammates but Shes black and I don’t think that’ll fly well with our white audience so… let’s put her with the blackest character we have ! That way, we can pander to black people because we all know black people love Storm and T’Challa so why not combine the two while also keeping our white audience happy !”
It reminds me of how the MCU fandom would just ship Sam with any black hero just because they were black because why tf are you shipping Sam and M’Baku ? All because you don’t want him with Steve and Bucky, who he has more chemistry with yall said “let’s ship him with a random dude he’s probably barely spoken to ! They’re both black so it works !”
It also reminds me of when the Overwatch fandom was just shipping Lucio with any black hero back in the day and mind you we only had like one for the longest time because why tf are you shipping Lucio with Doomfist, a terrorist who has hurt his friends and Efi, and underage girl ? Thankfully it kind of stopped as more black heroes got added and Overwatch died down but like I was 15 and seeing Lucio x Doomfist fanart and looking at it like “In what way does this make sense ?”
Like it happens way more in fandom than people think.
#x men#x men the animated series#x men 1992#x men comics#black panther#t’challa#ororo munroe#storm xmen#mcu#sam wilson#steve rogers#bucky barnes#samsteve#sambucky#samstevebucky#m’baku#overwatch#lucio correia dos santos#akande ogundimu#doomfist#south park#eric cartman#tolkien black#token black#sp nichole#nichole daniels#kyle broflovski
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Poor Clyde all alone, surrounded by couples. Oh kiddo.
This is the biggest group illustration I’ve done and it took less time than I expected which makes me so happy, because that means I can do more big groups like this.
#guess my blog is now a south park appreciation blog#not complaning tho#kenny mcormick fanart#south park#art#digital art#illustration#butters stotch#butters x kenny#tolkien black#nichole south park#tolkien south park#south park craig#craig x tweek#tweek tweak#tweek south park#bunny south park#south park clyde#craigs gang#south park craigs gang
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hii! i really loved your you and i romance troupe and was wondering if you could do one for craig’s group or maybe even the main girls?
⟢ you and i pt. 2
➜ in which ! you get romance troped again!
💌 ﹫team craig & team wendy.
✩ 🎸 warnings﹗angst/hurt for some.
🍓 ⟡ notes — guess whos back. back again.
*ੈ✩‧₊˚ CRAIG TUCKER opposites attract
he didnt hate you or anything he just found you so annoying.
you were loud and annoying and everything craig wanted to stray away from to make sure he isn't set off.
yet somehow he always draw to you and was always involved with you and he found that he quite enjoyed his time with you.
it was a gradual progression before his feelings were too much for him to handle by himself.
so he just asks you to date him in the most plain way possible.
*ੈ✩‧₊˚ TOLKIEN BLACK fake relationship
he hated that cartman was always trying to set him up with nichole or any other person who wasn't white that came to town.
so when the two of you were talking one day and you jokingly told him how sad it was to be single he had an idea.
tolkien asked you to fake date him. for funsies of course.
you obviously agreed wanting to help your friend and get the girls off your back about not having a boyfriend.
but things started to get a little too real and now its almost like you are a #real couple. and tolkien wouldn't have it any other way.
*ੈ✩‧₊˚ JIMMY VALMER oblivious to love
you had the biggest crush on him & everyone in the school knew
except him of course because well bros kind of oblivious.
literally people tell him straight up and he would think its a joke and laugh it off unless you personally go up and tell him.
its not even like hahahaha no way she could like me. he just thinks its a joke point blank and that people are fucking with him.
so when you do eventually tell him, he's shocked. but happy :)
*ੈ✩‧₊˚ CLYDE DONOVAN matchmaker gone wrong
initially he was trying to pair you with kenny.
so he became friends with you to find out what you liked, what you did on your off times, any secrets that could help kenny, etc.
but the more time that he tried helping kenny, the more time he spent with you.
and more feelings in him started arising. and he couldn't help but fall for you even though he's supposed to be helping kenny.
but you fell for kenny, and he just hoped he could fix this all.
*ੈ✩‧₊˚ TWEEK TWEAK trapped in an elevator
tweek was just heading upstairs for one of his deliveries when he got stuck, with you, a person he has never seen before.
you somehow manage to calm him down. god knows how.
then the two of you start talking for like an hour about random things trying to fill the emptiness of the elevator.
you two were so distracted with one another that you didn't even notice the door behind you open and the sight of freedom.
you deffo got his number after that.
*ੈ✩‧₊˚ WENDY TESTABURGER pen pals
honestly, wendy didn't know why she decided to have a pen pal. she just remembers mr. mackey telling her it could be a good idea.
so she finds a club and starts lettering to you regularly, finding that it was much more fun than she thought it would be.
she loved hearing about your day, your gossip, your hobbies. all of it, she loved everything about you.
so when you mentioned your family was going to south park to visit an old family friend, the girl was delighted.
when she saw you in person for the first time, she fell 10x harder.
*ੈ✩‧₊˚ BEBE STEVENS lovers in denial
the two of you were best friends, inseparable, the iconic duo.
so when bebe starts getting nervous around you she doesn't even give it a second thought, brushing it off.
but it gets to the point where she can't even think when she's around you, yet she continues to deny her feelings.
even after you confess your love for her, she denies and denies.
she shakes it off and continues with her life, while still talking to you, there's the tension that will always remain.
*ੈ✩‧₊˚ HEIDI TURNER right person, wrong time
it was right after she had finally broken it off with cartman officially, and you found her at the park alone.
you were a light in her life after that, you had never discouraged her for dating cartman especially knowing both of their situations.
you helped her through so much and were one of the main reasons she had to courage to keep being a better person.
yet she could never bring herself to be with you, to never cross the barrier of just being friends, all because of cartman.
because no matter how hard you loved her, she couldn't bring herself to trust anyone, not even herself. and certainly not you.
*ੈ✩‧₊˚ NICHOLE DANIELS fish out of water
you had recently moved to south park and you came from a normal city so experiencing life here, was strange.
and nichole understood you fully well. she had also moved a while back and had trouble getting used to the town by herself.
so nichole decides to befriend you and help you have the best possible experience you can when living in south park.
she introduced you to her all her friends, told you where you should and shouldn't go, who were the trouble makers. you guys spent so much time together trying to create this new life for you that you didn't realize how inseparable the two of you became.
though she couldn't help the stammer in her heart when you smiled and laughed. she loved it all, and she made sure you knew.
*ੈ✩‧₊˚ RED McARTHUR sworn off romance
there was never a point where she distinctly knew that red knew she had feelings for you, it was a rather long build.
but when she realizes her feelings it's already too late for herself and you. the damage had been done and you both were smitten.
she tried her hardest to get rid of these feelings, she really did. but the way you smiled and laughed made her heart clench.
yet, she became persistent, no matter who it was, she just couldn't bring herself to create a romance with someone.
even after you confess your feelings to her she continues to swear off love, even if her heart breaks when you walk away.
#south park x reader#craig tucker x reader#tolkien black x reader#jimmy valmer x reader#tweek tweak x reader#wendy testaburger x reader#bebe stevens x reader#heidi turner x reader#nichole daniels x reader#red mcarthur x reader
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if stans signature animal is a dog, kennys is a rat, cartmans is a pig (or a raccoon), and butters is probably a hamster, then what is kyles ??? this is an extremely important topic to discuss btw like it should be our priorty as a soicety to igure it out
#craigs is obvious but this isnt abt him luv#sp#south park#kyle broflovski#btw for cartman its cuz he had a pig in the earlier seasons at least and also cuz haha hes fat liek like a pig u get it 😐😐😐#or a raccoon cuz of the coon#butters is cuz of his hamster#but also i was thinking possibly a bunny bc 1. i think his pajamas are bunny themed?? 2. bunnies r cute n 3. butters x kenny#stan is obv (his dog sparky and also his love for dogs is referenced at other times too)#though hes a big animal lover in general#kennys is cuz whenever he died in the earlier seasons at least rats would eat him#WAIT WHAT IF KYLES SIGNATURE ANIMAL IS OBVIOUS AND IM JUST DUUMB#whatevs#clydes is a mosquito just bc of tfbw#uhhhh idk much abt the others#heidi is also an animal lover ive decided (cuz shes vegan)#(or at least was -)#tolkiens? jimmys? nicholes? wendys? heck if i jnow
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some stendy doodles and others!!
#south park#stan x wendy#stan marsh#wendy testaburger#sp stendy#stendy#kyle broflovski#heidi turner#nichole daniels#tolkien#token black#eric cartman#doodles#art#sp kydi#kydi#sp kelly#kenly#sp kenly#tokole#tolkole#bebe stevens
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Some adult designs for my absolute favs.. hehe (Mostly related to my own lil AU of Tweek x Craig’s future!)
I spent a lot of time working on them! probably my biggest project yet, haha. I had so much fun designing! I really wanted to keep their signature colors so I did my best!
Here’s some information about each character I have thought of while designing them! (adding below the cut)
Tweek Tucker
27 | 5′7 | Manager of Tweek Bros. Coffee | Happily Married
Tweek has been the manager of Tweek Bros. Coffee since graduating high school. He worked hard in order to help support his and Craig’s bills while Craig focused on his engineering studies. (Both wanted to move out quickly and be on their own instead of living at home.)
Tweek is extremely close with Tricia, the two frequently text each other / make plans to hang out. He even hired her to work at the coffee shop when she needed to make extra money during school!
When he’s not working at the coffee shop, Tweek writes and records his own music from home. He has a large following on social media for his music! (I hc he writes love songs based on his relationship with Craig.)
He became obsessed with self-care after Bebe, Wendy, Nichole, and Tricia introduced him to skincare routines during high school. He was one of the few boys who had the best complexion.
(Tweek also started wearing cherry flavored lip balm around this time.. Craig likes the flavor when they kiss LMAO)
Tweek paints his nails to avoid biting them, but he still bites them during his most anxious days.
He managed to cut back on coffee significantly after high school, and is able to sleep better because of it. (Also because he and Craig sleep better together in their very own bed!)
Tweek has a picture of Craig in his engineering suit hanging in the Tweek Bros. coffee shop next to his grandfather.
Craig Tucker
27 | 6′1 | aerospace engineer | Proud Husband
Craig decided to study engineering in order to work for NASA after college. For awhile, he felt guilty about Tweek working long hours at his parents coffee shop in order to support them. However, with the encouragement from Tweek and his family, Craig made it a point to study hard and later return the favor after graduating.
Craig proposed to Tweek almost immediately after high school, but the two didn’t get married until Craig graduated from college. They managed to save enough money for a decently sized venue and
On lunch breaks, Craig likes to send flowers to Tweek Bros. to surprise his husband.. Though Tweek gets frustrated because he always does this during rush hour at the shop.
As much as Craig likes to fluster Tweek by buying gifts, he’s always blindsided by Tweek serenading him when he gets home from work.
In his free time, he likes to build things for their three guinea pigs at home, or work on his motorcycle.
Craig keeps a picture of Tweek in his engineering suit and brags about his husband to his coworkers.
Craig still makes time to hang out with Clyde, Tolkien, and Jimmy on his weeks off.
Wendy Testaburger
27 | 5′5 | Harvard Alumni | The Smart One
Wendy first studied in Denver after high school, but later finished her P.HD at Harvard. She broke up with Stan during high school and has been focusing on herself and her education since.
Wendy frequently returns to South Park to visit her friends and family. She is still considered as Bebe’s best friend and the two are almost always hanging out.
Wendy was asked to be a bridesmaid at Tweek and Craig’s wedding and played a huge part at organizing the venue.
(One day Tweek called her frantic and stressed out over planning, and she made it a point to find the perfect venue / organized guest lists and whatnot so Tweek could catch a break.)
She takes pride in her appearance, and is probably the most elegantly dressed in her friend group.
Nichole Daniels
27 | 5′4 | Competitive Gamer | Social Butterfly
Nichole is a social media personality who focuses on beauty, video/board games, and the environment. She goes to school to eventually work in marketing!
Nichole attends various gaming events in both South Park and Denver, and her teammates consider her to be the most compassionate (and competitive) player.
(Eric Cartman is her biggest hater, but she easily floors him in every game they decide to play at their local game center.)
Nichole was one of the few who stayed in South Park during her first few semesters in college. She decided to stick with community college to get her basics done while also managing her social media. It worked out well and she was able to save a lot of money for university.
I hc Nichole being that super smart, pretty, and friendly student who gets good grades without trying. LOL
Nichole becomes friends with Tricia Tucker during high school since she always came with Tweek to Wendy’s or Bebe’s house. The two like to go jogging together in the mornings.
Tricia Tucker
23 | 5′9 | Barista | Pilates Queen
Tricia is the tallest girl on her volleyball team during high school and is later given scholarships to play professionally in college. She is very athletic and is almost always seen wearing her leggings and sneakers around town.
She is almost always seen with a resting bitch face, however is always smiley around Tweek or her best friend, Karen McCormick. (They are also the only two she frequently texts on a daily basis.) Craig gets annoyed sometimes when he comes home from work to find Tricia on his couch talking to Tweek.. especially if it’s on a night where they have a date planned.
Tricia works at Tweek Bros. Coffee during the summers, mainly because she likes spending time with her brother-in-law and also because it’s a lax job. LOL
She is the literal queen of sarcasm. Any snide remark that comes her way, she retorts with an even bigger insult.
Tweek had to scold her a few times for treating rude customers bad.. even though he finds it funny when they are taken aback by her comments.
Bebe Stevens
27 | 5′6 | Makeup Artist | Complete Diva
Bebe works as a makeup artist for various clients. She can pull off literally any look her customers desire. She is always on Coonstagram posting her artistry and has over a million followers both there and on TikTok.
Tweek considers Bebe his best friend, and she was chosen as his maid of honor for his wedding. She helped him pick out dresses and makeup looks for the bridesmaids.
The morning of his wedding, he was so distraught over his skin looking paler than usual (due to stress) and Bebe saved the day by giving him a natural look.
Bebe is the main reason why Tweek became passionate for skincare / taking better care of his body. (Aside from Craig, but Bebe had a hands on solution for Tweek to use himself.)
Bebe has an on and off relationship with Clyde throughout high school, but as adults she discovers she truly loves him and they eventually get together permanently.
She’s also a supportive gf and wears shoes from Clyde’s shoe store in her instagram posts, tagging him and sharing business.
Bebe switches her style a lot, especially if trends change. She favors a more alternative look for the most part.
Clyde Donovan
27 | 5′6 | Business Owner | Professional Crybaby
Clyde went to college for business and advertising in order to gain experience and knowledge in being a business owner, though slacked off way more than he should have in the beginning. Jimmy and Tolkien had to knock some sense into him when he almost flunked out of college because of his bad grades.
He brought them up, though! And managed to get a business degree.
Clyde dated several girls out of college, (most of them suspiciously looking or acting similar to Bebe..) but the relationships never went anywhere. He was almost always looking at Bebe’s Coonstagram feed for updates in her life, despite the two talking every week.
Eventually, they hang out again in person while Bebe is in town and the two get together again later on.
He used to get annoyed when people called him chunky in school, but later grew indifferent after playing football and getting praise for being the best quarterback on the team.
He definitely has the “I peaked in high school” vibe when he brags about his high school football scores.
Clyde sometimes helps Craig work on his motorcycle if Craig helps him with his car troubles. haha
Jimmy Valmer
27 | 5′7 | Comedian | Beef King
Jimmy majored in fine arts and traveled the country doing comedy skits. Throughout his time in college and travels, Jimmy had several partners and was widely known as a heart throb. He can charm anyone with his witty remarks and jokes.
Jimmy is close friends with Timmy and returns to South Park to visit him on regular holidays.
Jimmy, Timmy, Tolkien, Clyde, Craig, and Tweek used to work out together, but Clyde eventually stopped going after high school and Craig would get mad when Jimmy benched heavier weights than him in petty contests. (Though Craig isn’t malicious, but Jimmy made him look the fool several times in front of Tweek, which embarrassed him.)
Jimmy is packin’ all the muscle and isn’t afraid to show it.
Jimmy and Tricia form an unlikely bond during the preparations for Tweek and Craig’s wedding. She even helped Jimmy come up with the best witty remarks during his speech in case Craig came up with a snarky response.
Tolkien Black
27 | 6′3 | Criminal Justice Major | The Voice of Reason
Tolkien studied criminal justice in university and graduated at the top of his class. He played college football on the side while also being part of several clubs in the process. He is considered a well rounded student with high goals and ambitions.
Tolkien stopped dating Nichole after high school due to their difficult schedules clashing, and being long distance. The two remained close friends afterwards, and always make time to catch up if they see each other back home in South Park.
Tolkien still has deep feelings for her, especially since she’s become so independent and carefree during their time apart. (If he’s in the area and Nichole has a game tournament, he attends to cheer her on like the simp he is. LOL)
Craig, Tolkien, Tweek, and Jimmy have a particular interest in reading and have their own little book club of fantasy / sci-fi related books they exchange to read.
Tolkien won’t admit it, but he enjoys reading fantasy romance novels and poetry.
Tolkien is the only friend out of Craig’s group who actually gives good advice. When Craig and Tweek or Bebe and Clyde fight, Tolkien is always the one who points out where the issues start.
Though, despite giving good advice, he has a hard time listening to his own advice. LOL
#my art#south park#south park fanart#tweek tweak#craig tucker#sp creek#wendy testaburger#nichole daniels#tricia tucker#bebe stevens#clyde donovan#jimmy valmer#tolkien black#sp clybe#tweek x craig#craig x tweek#clyde x bebe#south park adult designs#spcreek
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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!
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#south park#kyle broflovski x reader#social media au#smau#kyle broflovski#stan marsh#wendy testaburger#bebe stevens#tweek tweak#craig tucker#kenny mccormick#tolkien black#nichole daniels#butters stotch#clyde donovan#slow burn#eventual fluff#childhood friends to lovers#angst and hurt/comfort#the waiting game series
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