final sign off for this account, thank you all so much for the endless support, my new account is @valentrixx if you'd like to catch me there!
good bye South Park Tumblr.
in fact i think i need a clean slate, i know i’m like halfway thought the revamp but i think i’m going to move account, i will let you guys know as soon as i make it what the user is🫶
i think it’s pretty clear but i do feel this message is necessary.
for a starting point, bounded is cancelled. i’ve deleted all my fake social apps, which was actually before i decided to make this, and i know this is very disappointing to some because i actually really tried my hardest but honestly i’m not into south park anymore and i think i closed this chapter of my life a long while ago. but, if you did want to know, the ending was going to go a little something like, Pete was going to say some horrible stuff to Y/N, clyde find out, clyde confront pete, clyde and Y/N happen, turns out clyde was the guy from the bathroom all those years ago blah blah blah, epilogue was them like a few years down the line, still in love and stuff, maybe a little side story about craig and tweek. that was it, but since i never finished it you guys can take what you want from it. it’s written off and i don’t see myself ever picking it back up, it makes me frown just thinking about it.
however, this account has been a very pivotal moment in my writing “journey” and i cant thank you guys enough for it!
i do have plans, which are to move everything, i’m sure you will like it. i’m going to be doing a small little revamp on my account and when and if and only if i’m feeling up to it i will be picking writing back up but it will not and i can’t be more clear, will not be south park fan fiction anymore. i’m not sure what i want to write about but chances are it will be some horimiya, some genshin impact and i’m not sure what else, we’ll see!
thank you all so much for understanding, and i’m sorry for going all ghost for so long, i’ve been taking time to reflect and grow as a person! thank you all for all your understanding and unconditional support, you guys are great!
if you would like to talk with me ever about anything my discord user is .a.bi.gail, i love music, i love anime so take of that what you will and send me a friend req.
there is 0 reason for saiki to wear glasses that are green. also, he can shapeshift, so he should be able to change the color of his hair easily. yet he chooses to keep his brilliant hot-pink/neon-green theme, because he secretly loves looking funky, but wishes others would perceive him as average. in this essay i will
Girl are you good?? Did you fall off the face of the earth??
HELP MENEKSHAHAHAHAHAHAH
okay wait I’m totally fine anon!! I’ve been really busy lately and stuff, I know my promise have been real empty but I’m serious when I get a spark of motivation I’m going to continue to write Bounded, the issue with it right now is that I’m really REALLLLLLLKY uninterested in south park 😨 (sorry not sorry)
Simple rules I expect everyone to follow, without exceptions.
(List will be subject to change.)
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☆ respect my boundaries, I absolutely do not write for any weird or morally corrupt topics if you request these I will have to block you via my own discretion. (E.g. incest, weird kinks, abuse, ect.)
☆ do not spam requests.
☆ in times when my requests are closed I ask that you refrain from requesting. They’re closed for a reason.
☆ please understand I have a life, I cannot write all the time, I’m going to take regular breaks in order to keep on top of my mental health. I do not owe you anything and I should always put me first.
☆ I’m happy to to mutuals with anyone but if you have any form of bigotry to spout I suggest you do not interact with me. Bigots are not welcome on this page.
☆ respect my opinion. I may view a character or situation differently to you; that’s not wrong that’s simply my opinion and I expect you to understand and respect that.
☆ lastly, feel free to talk to me through my ask box !! It’s there for everyone. Please try not to privately DM me though.
Also, I’d like to add, bounded us going to be pretty much the end of South Park for me, I’m bored with it. I’ve consistently wrote for it since I started my account and I really just want a change, when I finish bounded I’m probably going to start horimiya, shatter me, and fruba, maybe even SV stuff but just need a break from South Park as I’m BOREDDDD
Okay guys, I’m back again, I started writing but I’m thinking about changing my theme, I’m not ENTIRELY sure yet but I have started to carry on writing chapter 13 so I’m hoping that should be with you guys soon. Thank you for being so patient with me !!! 🫶
Y’all I’m taking a break, but also working on some stuff I’m tryna make my navigation smaller bc a bug long navigation thing isn’t a good look for my pf, so bare with I’ll be back on bounded soon (I think) !!
So Urm…i DIDNT upload today huh? I promies over the weekend or tomorrow chapter 13 will be with you, I’ve honestly been so unmotivated and a little I’ll recently that I haven’t had time to write, I’m so sorry for the delay guys but bounded will be back soon ! 🫶
Thsnk you for the continuing support even when I’m not uploading you guys are the best🤍
Note: I guess I’m not a very observant person. I don’t take into account how deeply I rely on people being in my life until they aren’t for 3 days.
It was Thursday night, you would be leaving for the airport in eight hours to catch your flight to LA. You had missed fake-dating-Thursdays as Clyde was already in LA. Not having fake-dating-Thursday this week pained you a little, it seemed it hadn’t really occurred to you how much you enjoyed it till it had gone. You would see him in fourteen hours though, that was a bonus.
You weren’t really sure why not seeing him saddened you so much, you clearly really relied on his presence in your life to keep you company.
You shoved some underwear into your suit case, it was full. Too full. When you had closed it, the edges didn’t meet. You had to climb up on your bed and sit on your suitcase in order to zip it shut.
When you had finally won the wrestle with your suitcase, you went into the kitchen where Kyle and Nichole were waiting for you. You had told them you would only be a minute and ended up taking an hour. You plopped down in the other chair at your dining table, folding your arms on the table and resting your head on them.
Nichole reached her hand over and rubbed your back. “Packing getting to you?”
“Yeah. It sucks. I hate packing.”
“Well, you could go and nap, we have like seven hours till we need to get ready to go.”
“I would, but I’m actually going to go to the studio and practice.”
Nichole’s hand halted. “Y/N.” You lifted your head up, Kyle and Nichole were sharing a look. A look that your couldn’t quite decipher.
Kyle sighed. “Y/N you’ve been spending so much time at the studio, like, twelve hours a day.”
“Yeah, we’re worried. We’ve hardly seen you, girl.”
If you were being honest, you had kind of been kind of been hiding from them. Or well, not them per say but definitely from Nichole, considering she is the only one out of the three of you unaware of you and Clyde not actually being a couple. If you didn’t spend time around her there was no reason to lie, thus, the lie couldn’t get any worse. But you also wanted to keep practicing for Pete’s event, it was convenient timing if anything.
“I’ve just been busy, you know Pete’s event means a lot to me and I want to be my absolute best.” Well at least there was some truth.
“And you will be, but if you overwork yourself you’re just going to exhaust your talent.”
You sighed. She was right, actually. You had been burning yourself out. You had known when you got home at 1am on a Wednesday, but chose to ignore it. You were enjoying the distraction, when you were in the studio there was no one there to lie to, there was no one there to pretend to be dating, the was no one pecking you, bugging you, just you alone with your thoughts. Which had actually given you time to handle the situation with Stan in a much more civilised way—especially compared to your initial reaction.
“No you’re right. I’m actually going to go and catch some sleep, like you said.”
“Good.”
Kyle, though not speaking, gave you a nod of approval.
You got up and went back to your room quickly setting an alarm on your phone. You sunk into your bed and closed you eyes, falling asleep almost immediately.
You alarm had scared you awake. You practically sat up straight in your bed. It had been a long while since you had to set one, you forgot how loud they can be.
You laid in bed for a while, simply mustering up the strength to get out of it. When you finally did you felt like your head was spinning, you'd had one of those naps where you didn't feel any better after it. You stumbled into the kitchen and quickly got yourself a much needed glass of water.
“Hey sleeping beauty.” The voice had almost startled you. You spun on your heel to be met with Craig. It felt like forever since you had actually seen him like this, the last time it was just a one on one conversation with the two of you you’d ended up arguing about Craig’s obvious feelings for Tweek.
Craig was sat at your breakfast bar, his lyric note book under him. You walked over to where he was sat, resting your elbows on the worktop. “What you writing?”
“Just some lyrics.” You tried your best to get a peek of it, however, Craig shut the note book and put it aside when he caught wind of what you were trying to do. You never really got why he was so protective over that note book, but you never questioned it. Everyone had something they didn’t want people to see, you figured that was just his.
“Okay.” You straightened your spine. “Okay, Im going to go freshen up then I think we can go to the airport.”
Craig nodded. “I’ll go tell Kyle and Nichole you’re just freshening up then we’ll go.” He spilled out of the stool and disappeared to Kyle’s room.
You went to your room and quickly threw on some comfortable clothes and grabbed your suitcase and carry-on, quickly checking through your notes on your phone to see if you had ticked off everything you needed. You had, luckily. You were free to go. You quickly left your room, being sure to shut your bedroom door behind you.
You were going to see Clyde soon.
The thought almost startled you. You’d been doing a fairly good job of not thinking about him, or how you hadn’t seen him all week. Not at fake-dating Thursday, not even in passing. You hadn’t seen him all week, it felt like a part of you had gone missing. It had never really dawned on you how much you relied on his presence in your life. You never realised how much you relied on “norm” which for you consisted of; seeing Kyle every morning, going to work, seeing Nichole and seeing Clyde.
But for now, you had to not think about that. You had bigger things to think about. Like airport security, something your deeply despised. You loved flying and travelling however you could not stand airport security. You understand the need for it you just hated how longwinded it was, and how time consuming it was, and how mentally and physically draining it was.
You slipped your trainers on stood up. “We ready to go?”
Nichole nodded. “Yep! I helped Kyle pack while you were asleep and Craig and I came over here fulled packed so we’re ready to go!” She was beaming. Over the last few weeks she had been a lot more smiley, you almost felt responsible for it, if you hadn’t of lied to her she wouldn’t be with Tolkien. She would still be miserable. Given you’d put yourself through utter misery for close to 3 months but it was worth it to see you best friend so happy.
“Let’s go then.” Kyle grabbed his keys and opened the door, holding it open for everyone. One by one you filed out. Kyle locked the door and you left the apartment complex.
The whole travel you thought about Clyde. You allowed yourself to. You were excited to see him—not that you’d let him know. Despite the worries that had once circled your mind upon agreeing to sharing a room with him, you were honestly excited for it. Sharing a room with him would be so bad, not at all actually. You enjoyed his company, a lot. He was fun to be around and it turned out you actually did have a lot in common with him.
I know I hardly post these days but for now, my main focus is on bounded, we only have 9 chapters left and I want it to be a great experience for you all, I hope you can understand why my focus is on bounded as I value it a lot and it seems you guys do too which I will never be more grateful for. You guys are the best🫶
Note: another longish chapter... hopefully this makes up for the lack of an update recently..
You and Kyle were working in relative silence, cleaning your house. You connected your music to the speakers so there was music at the least in the background but you two haven't spoken to each other since Kyle mentioned the band was on their way.
It hadn't been long that you stayed in this depressive mood, having only been a day and a half, but you sure managed to accumulate a mess. Mainly empty bottles of various drinks, alcoholic and non littered your room and living room. Doordashed food lay in your kitchen, no dishes in the sink besides utensils. Ice cream containers lay riddled in your trashcan. A few things you had torn in fits of anger laid scattered about.
The only thing that really had to go in your opinion, was the rest of Kenny's things he had over here and he had.. A lot. Most of Kenny's personal belongings were actually over here, considering he spent most of his days when he wasn't working over at your place. Butters didn't mind actually and somewhat preferred to how in and out Kenny was, gave Butters more freedom than a regular roommate.
Kenny.. before all of this happened you were.. planning on asking if he wanted to move in with you. You had been dating for a while and it seemed right, but now you're glad you didn't.
Kyle had graciously done most of the pick up, besides you doing your room. The only other thing you had to do was go through all of Kenny's old shit.
'Les' by Childish Gambino played softly in the background and you couldn't help the snort that left you. How ironic. You continued boxing up Kenny's clothes and other various items he had left in your room before you heard a voice coming from the living room and you focused on the voice.
"Fuck you. Can I have this dance," Kyle sings along, "Baby you're the baddest... baby you're the baddest girll."
You stood up, surprised at Kyle singing along to Childish Gambino of all people and slowly walked to your living room, where you stood and watched him bop along to the song as he picked up the trash laying in the living room.
"Ooh girl, I wanna know, are you ready to cry? Cause I'm no good.. no good. Ooh, girl I wanna tryy, I'm an awful guy..."
You couldn't believe your eyes nor your ears.. Kyle Broflovski.. singing in your living room as he helps you clean up. What a surprise. And to Childish Gambino no less, that's what shocked you the most.
"And I'm always away.. And I'm tryna say.. I'm a piece o- OH JESUS" Kyle turns and sees you standing there, he drops the garbage bag and bends over, hands on his knees.
You giggle and start clapping your hands, "That was a wonderful performance, you don't sing often enough, I forgot how nice your voice is."
"God this is embarrassing. How could you just stand there." Kyle huffs out, slowly standing back up.
You scoff, "I just did! I heard you from my room mister, have you been singing this entire time?"
Kyle looks away in embarrassment and you take that as a 'yes' and start laughing. Kyle joins in and the two of you couldn't stop the laughter tumbling out
The song quiets down and changes and soon 'Trance' starts playing next. You let out an noise of excitement, "OH I LOVE THIS SONG".
You run to the speaker and turn it up. Kyle crosses his arms, watching in amusement at your sudden behavior.
"DID YOU FORGETTT DO IT FOR LIFE CHICAGO THAT TIMEEE" You sang loudly.
You danced around moving to the beat being careful to avoid anything that lingered on your floor, "WONDERFUL VIBE WONDERFUL NIGHTT".
You turn to look at Kyle, hope and anticipation in your eyes and posture and he sighs before joining in, "We pulled out the feathers for this type of weather."
"YEAHHHH." You loudly exclaim, you run to him and grab his hands, jumping around to the beat and he stumbles, looking a lot like a fish out of water.
"SHE PUT IN MY HAND DONT KNOW WHAT IT WAS"
"She know some of the fam, but don't know enough." Kyle joins in.
Kyle finds your erratic tempo and joins in with your jumping around, managing to keep ahold of your hands.
Both of you sing along loudly, "Takin these M's they givin us, then run in the field like it's ten of us, I'm cleaning shout like an enema, I make that shit look like a cinema."
The both of you start giggling as you continue dancing around your living room.
"I PARTY AT SHABBA IN NEW YORK AND LA WHERE THEY KEEP GOIN ON TILL THE DAWN." Kyle raps along to Young Thug's part and you laugh loudly at how dorky he sounds.
He laughs along with you before laughing his way through the current lyric going, "I BACKED OUT OF THE KNOT SHE TRIED TO TAAAANGLEE UP."
You both dance around each other, having stopped holding hands, "IM IN A TRANCE ITS GIVIN HER.." Kyle starts.
You continue, "I MOVE SO FAR IN TIME! I MOVE SO FAR IN TIME!"
The both of you scream out, "I'VE BEEN.. I'VE BEEN WHIPPED UP IN WHIP.. WITH MY FIST UP.. IN DRIVE!"
The two of your collapse on your couch in a fit of laughter. You were out of breath, tired from the jumping around, singing, and laughter. Taking a quick peek up at Kyle lets you know he was in the same boat as you.
As the song lulls and quiets down, so does the laughter between the two and as you both finally get the last giggles out, Beabadoobee's 'Cologne' starts up next.
Letting the song start, the two of you catch your breath. Kyle lets out a sigh with a smile, "Guess we better get back into cleaning huh?"
You slouch some more into the couch, "Booo.. I don't want to clean this up anymore, besides digging through Kenny's stuff brings back memories for me.."
Kyle looks over at you, "I can always do that for you instead you know? Give you a break from that."
You wave your hand to dismiss his idea, "Yeah but you don't know what his stuff is and what mine is."
"Uhm... then you can.. sit and just say if it's Kenny's as I sort?"
You sit back up, "It's all good Kyle, that would take a lot longer besides, you're doing so much for me out here I couldn't ask of you to do that while I essentially slack off."
"Alright well, if you do want a break from him, just come find me I'll be out here." Kyle groans out, standing up and cracking his back.
You give him a small nod and just as you were about to get up, a knock at your door is heard and the both of you look over at the door, "Oh!" Kyle exclaims, "I'll get it, the rest of the band are probably here now."
"Sounds good, I'll get drinks then in the mean time," You get up and head over towards the kitchen while Kyle heads to your front door.
Kyle opens the door, "Dude! What took you so long to ge..." he trails off.
In front of him stood Kenny McCormick.
Kenny had about three different emotions that flashed across his face, first was shock at seeing Kyle, then confusion, and then, anger.
"The fuck? What are you doing here?"
Kyle takes a quick glance into your place and seeing that you didn't take a look at who's at the door tells him that you didn't hear it was Kenny, so he steps out and shuts the door behind him, "I should be asking you that, Kenny."
"Right, you should be asking me that," Kenny scoffs and rolls his eyes, "Dude why the fuck are you at my girlfriends place right now?"
"Ex. Girlfriend Kenny, and you know why. Okay, pause.. first off. Don't get threatened by me here. You're only feeling threatened because your fragile masculinity is taking over your tiny sized brain. You're only getting mad at me now because you aren't in an active relationship with Y/n anymore and the idea of her hanging around guys pisses you off because she isn't tied down to you. Which, a, I'm not tryna be a rebound, I'm trying to be a good friend." Kyle spat.
Kenny stood in silence at Kyle's words for a second, before punching him across the face, "How's that for fragile masculinity you fucking girlfriend snatcher. You're a piece of shit Kyle. You're only helping her out because you think you can get your dick wet now."
Kyle clutches the side of his face, "What the FUCK? Kenny what is your god damn problem?"
"My problem? MY PROBLEM? Oh my problem Kyle Broflovski is that you've loved Y/n L/n for let me count here," Kenny counts on his hand for emphasis, "One.. two.. three. four.. FIVE years. Five FUCKING years. And? And! CONVENIENTLY after we... sure. sure break up YOU'RE AT HER APARTMENT?"
Kyle stands up fully, pushing Kenny away from your apartment door, "Get the fuck out of here Kenny. You're not wanted."
"I'M NOT WANTED? GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM MY GIRLFRIEND YOU SON OF A BITCH."
Kenny tries to swing again and Kyle dodges it, grabbing Kenny's arm and pushing him against the wall, leaning in closer to Kenny's ear he whispers, "Kenneth. I'm being generous by letting you be so close to her as of right now. Go. You leave her alone. She's gone through enough shit recently because of the stupid, idiotic, and beyond disgusting actions that you've done. You want to come for me about getting my dick wet? When you cheated on your girl? News fucking flash, I'm not using Y/n in any capacity. She's a friend in need so get that through your sick and fucked up mind, Kenneth. Your shit will be hand delivered by me. You do not get to come anywhere near her. I will make sure that you're banned at any future shows and I will make sure you NEVER. hurt her again, are we clear?"
Kenny groans, "Fuck you, you bi-"
Kyle pushes him further, "Are we. Clear."
Kenny stays silent for a while and then he whispers, "Yes... yes we're clear jesus fuck."
Kyle lets Kenny go and Kenny backs away from the wall and Kyle, rubbing his wrists and arms. Kyle stares down at Kenny with a harsh glare, cheek slightly bruising due to Kenny's punch.
Kenny stares up at Kyle, "Just.. if you do get with her.. treat her right." Kenny then turns on his heel and walks down the hallway, Kyle watching him, eyebrows furrowed.
Kyle turns back to your apartment and opens the door, you're standing in the middle of the hallway, staring at the door and he freezes, wondering how much you managed to hear.
"Is..is he gone?" You ask tentatively.
Kyle gulps nervously, "Y..yeah he's gone."
You let out a sigh of relief and throw your arms around Kyle, "Thank god.. thank you."
"M..me?" Kyle stutters out, "For what?"
"For getting him out of here. I hear the slam against the wall and assumed something was happening and then I heard you say his name and I just froze here."
"What.. what did you all hear?"
"I tuned out the minute you said Kenneth the first time.. I think.. I heard the.. something about you delivering all of Kenny's stuff for me and that he's banned from our shows." It was then that you noticed the darkening bruise on Kyle's cheek and you gasped, "Oh my god he punched you? That fucking dick.. Kyle come on let's get that taken care of."
Kyle tried to wave you off but you dragged him away to your bathroom, "It's not a big deal."
"It's a big deal because you only got hurt because of me.. essentially. Thank you by the way if you weren't here.. who knows how this could've gone." You force Kyle to sit on the toilet seat as you grabbed numbing cream and a bandaid after washing your hands.
"This may be cold." You said, as you rubbed the numbing cream gently into his skin, however the spot is tender so Kyle still hisses in pain. "Sorry.." You whisper.
"It's fine."
You finish up and clean your hands and Kyle checks his phone and lets out an airy laugh and you turn to look over, "What is it?"
"The others just got here. Uhh..Clyde sent a pic of Kenny leaving in the group chat and captioned it with, 'Who let the unleashed attack dog in?'"
You couldn't help but let out a laugh of your own, "Let's just go see them."
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