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clyde - 19 - if anyone tells you i was crying in the locker room last week, they're lying. [ indie clyde donovan rp blog ]

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Manhandling symbol starters

Send one for your muse to…

★ - drag my muse by the arm ⁂ - grab my muse by the front of their shirt, possibly shoving them back ✱ - take my muse by the hips to carefully move them out of their way ➜ - smack my muse upside the head ⌧ - grip my muse by the back of the neck © - put a hand on my muse’s back to steer them somewhere ✂ - point sternly at a chair and tell my muse to sit down ✉ - push my muse back down when they try to get out of bed (perhaps involving illness, injury, or sleep deprivation) ☛ - press a finger to my muse’s lips to shut them up ♚ - put a hand on my muse’s knee while sitting next to them, to discourage them from standing up ♧ - slap my muse’s hand away from something they shouldn’t touch ♦ - grab my muse’s hair and yank ♤ - slam a door shut before my muse can leave the room ♞ - physically pick my muse up and carry them ♭ - grip my muse’s jaw to make them look yours in the eye ♨ - rub my muse down with a sponge/wet cloth  ☀ - pin my muse with their arms behind their back ☠ - slam my muse into a wall ☾ - wrestle/pin my muse to the ground

Add as much or as little context as you’d like!

[shoestoreheir]

I Can Be A Hero Too

[shoestoreheir]

hero-of-south-park :

“… Deserve me…?”

Truth be told, he’s flattered. But under these circumstances, it just hurts. Was it his fault Clyde got hurt? Well, no. But that didn’t stop his mind from thinking so. As it always tried to destroy itself.

“Clyde, of course you do. You don’t have to try to make yourself any better, you don’t have to get yourself into trouble…”

Clyde could see the hurt in the other’s eyes, and he felt bad but... There was always something nagging the back of his mind that... He didn’t deserve a hero. He couldn’t protect anyone... And he wasn’t even sure that he deserved to be protected. 

He laughed, it was a fake laugh, he was trying to distract both of them from the sadness lingering around him. “I looked pretty cool though... Until I didn’t anyway.” 

He moved to try and stand up, letting out a little yelp and falling back onto his ass, curling into himself as a defense mechanism. 

[shoestoreheir]

I Can Be A Hero Too

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@hero-of-south-park

“Baby… I’m already proud of you, you didn’t have to do that.”

When Ash found out Clyde had gotten hurt, first priority. Make sure he’s okay, then murder whoever hurt him. Which he was going to, and it wouldn’t be quick. Something like this deserved a much longer and painful end.

He wasn’t angry at Clyde, just… Annoyed, annoyed that he went alone. Didn’t even message Ash about this…

Clyde laughed weakly from where he sat in the grass, holding onto his side loosely and wiping a little blood away from his nose. Reminded him of when he was a kid... And that one time he said something Bebe didn’t like and she and the girls kicked his ass in eighth grade. 

“I know... I know...” He said, trying not too look at his hand... Or his side for that matter really. Blood really made him sick to his stomach. “I just... I wanted to prove I deserve you...” He laughed again, wincing a little as a pain shot through his side. 

[shoestoreheir]

hero-of-south-park :

He was also surprised when Clyde launched himself at Ash, but it was a nice surprise. He hugged back, “You know how old I am Clyde? Well you probably do, but uh. Eighteen.” He smiled, God he was lucky to have Clyde.

“I didn’t expect you to throw yourself full force at me, but I’m sure you didn’t expect me to tail you down after leaving the hospital a day early just so I could do this.”

He really should’ve stayed in the hospital, yes. But he wanted to surprise Clyde a bit.

“OH SHIT I FORGOT!” Clyde exclaimed, setting Ash back down gently and taking a step away from him. He looked his boyfriend up and down, his previously excited expression giving way to a bit of concern. 

“I didn’t hurt you did I? I grabbed kind of hard...” He brushed his hands off on his jacket a little nervously... The excitement washed back over him quickly though. He couldn’t keep it at bay for long.

“But EIGHTEEN!!! You’re a big boy now Ash!!!”

[shoestoreheir]

hero-of-south-park :

“CLYDECLYDECLYDE-”

Ash is sprinting towards Clyde. It’s late, but. He needs to see him right now, he’s out of breath as he stands in front of his boyfriend. Coughing and panting.

“It’s-” He coughed, standing up straight now. “Guess who’s birthday it is?” Ash asked, still trying to catch his breath.

Clyde yelped a little when he heard his name being yelled and spun around on his heels to see Ash SPRINTING at him at full speed. He laughed a little when the other stopped and grinned at him, before the other’s words clicked in his brain. 

He jumped up and down like an excited sentient pogo stick and practically threw himself onto his boyfriend, wrapping his arms around Ash and pulling him into a tight hug. A hug that was tight enough that Clyde even picked the other up off the ground. Hey, he was tiny but mighty. 

“HAPPY BIRTHDAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!”

[shoestoreheir]

hero-of-south-park :

Ash stared at the aparugus his boyfriend had given him and him, he looked so proud. Yes, Ash was flattered. Thought that counts, but when he died and Clyde eventually moved on, he would need to know that asparagus wasn’t exactly fit to give to your partner.

“Okay, baby. These are great, thought that counts always. Especially from you, but when I die and you find someone else… They’re not gonna like asparagus.”

Oh he already felt bad. And it showed.

Clyde looked down at the plants in his hands and scrunched up his nose a bit. “Asparagus?” He repeated as he looked at them for a long moment... And then he started laughing.

Now, it was definitely embarrassing... But Clyde also did a lot of embarrassing things, so he was pretty much an expert at coping with it at this point. He hung his head a bit as he laughed, his shoulders shaking, and when he looked back up their were just the hints of tears in the corners of his eyes.

“Man, I’m an idiot... I thought they were like... Really baby rose buds. Thought they’d last longer cause they’re so young!”

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Protective sentence starters??

because visualizing muses in these situations generally equates to puppies guarding each other and its wonderful

“No, don’t do that it’s not safe.”

“You’re scared of that, aren’t you?”

“Don’t touch her/him!”

“It’s cute that you tried to protect me and all, but you’re like a foot shorter than me, you know?”

“I will always step in between you and something like that.”

“Why? Because I don’t want you to get hurt, that’s why!”

“Do you think just because my feet don’t touch the bottom of the pool that I need a floatie?”

“The stepping stool is unecessary.”

“I’m not apologizing for what I said to that asshole/jerk… He/she was saying terrible things about you.”

“If you say another word about her/him, you’ll regret it.” 

“I don’t want to put you in that type of environment.”

“Make sure to tell me if you get worried, or nervous, or claustrophobic, or-”

“You could have been hurt.”

“I indirected him/her on Twitter for your honor.”

“I think you should leave this type of thing to me.”

“I’m gonna protect you.”

“You can hold onto me if you’re scared, you know?”

“I’m not leaving you alone.  Not now, not ever.”

“Let’s all watch a different movie.  This one freaks her/him out.”

“I get where you’re coming from dude, but honestly shut the hell up and don’t talk about her/him that way.”

“She/He isn’t an object.”

“She/he told me what you did, and all I’m gonna do is tell you to stay away.”

“You don’t know anything about her/him!”

“What?  You think that was funny?  You just insulter her/him, and expect me to laugh?”

“I’m not gonna let you put up with that.”

“Really, if you told me to I’d go punch them for you.”

“Wait, let me walk you home.”

“I’ll drive you, please– please don’t go like this.”

“It’s dangerous.”

“I’m worried about you.”

“I meant it when I said I would protect you.”

“I’m not stepping aside until you back up.”

“It’s too cold for you to come out here without a jacket on.”

“I’ll go see what the noise was.”

“Stay on the phone with me.”

“Promise me you’ll be safe.”

“I don’t feel comfortable with you going there on your own.”

“He/She did what to you?”

“I won’t let you go through something like that again.”

“I’m not perfect, but I’m trying my hardest to do everything to keep you safe.”

“Stay behind me.”

“I promised your mom to make sure you didn’t do anything stupid tonight.”

“I love you.  Of course I’m gonna defend you like that.”

“No, he/she isn’t good enough to take you out.  Trust me, I know.” 

“Are you planning to stay glued to my side this whole evening?”

“I’ll be okay, because I know you’re back here ready to step in if I need you.”

“Thank you for always sticking with me.”

“I’m really worried about her/him, but I don’t think he/she wants me to call.”

“I don’t know what I would do if something happened to you.”

“Like, I don’t expect to ever have to take a bullet for you, but I would.”

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[shoestoreheir]

hero-of-south-park :

“It hurts a lot actually… I won’t be able to sleep, so. This isn’t gonna be fun…” He gently squeezed Clyde’s hand, and watched as the tears began to roll down faster than a wheelchair on a hill.

“Hey… It’s alright Clyde, I’m gonna be okay…” It broke his heart to see Clyde crying, “Hey. Hey- look at me Clyde. I’m alright, okay?” He reached over with his other hand to pull the other into a… Sort of hug? I guess you could call it that?

Clyde snuggled a little closer when Ash pulled him in for what was definitely a pitiful excuse for a hug and he sniffled softly. “I hate it when you get hurt...” He mumbled, holding the tiger close to him. 

He took a few deep breaths and then looked at Ash’s face, slowly starting to calm down. “You just... You’ll have got get better really fast... For me, yeah?” He smiled ever so slightly, his cheeks still wet with tears. 

[shoestoreheir]

hero-of-south-park :

“Theres uh… A lot more shit than the stab. God, shoulda seen it. Well- maybe not. Yeah no-” He was happy Clyde was here. The other always made everything better. “I’m gonna be alright, just in here for a few days… I’ll be in here until my birthday actually.”

“That’s fair, I probably would’ve forgotten to put anything down if YOU were hurt at all.” Ash laughed a little, and held his hand out for Clyde to take. “This hurts like a son of a bitch.”

“Don’t tell me it hurts.” Clyde said, his little empathetic heart barely able to take it as he took hold of Ash’s hand. He shifted around a little uncomfortably in his chair and then... 

Ah, there went the tears. He sniffled and pressed his face against Ash’s hand, shaking his head a little. Hospitals already made Clyde nervous... And someone he cared about being in one for more than a few hours made him EXTRA nervous. He whimpered a little and reached his other hand out to grab the tiger again and pull it back toward his chest. 

[shoestoreheir]

hero-of-south-park :

[Text to Clyde] uhh I got a knife in my side and apparently some ribs broken

[Text to Clyde] Also a concussion

[Text to Clyde] but I should live

He always hated seeing Clyde worried, and he knew it was his fault. Everytime, but he wouldn’t stop being a vigilante. Too many things would happen, then that would also be his fault. He didn’t want more blame on him for bad shit happening.

And Clyde was right, for Ash there were many deaths there. And Clyde had shown up to just find him dead. He couldn’t imagine what that could ever feel like, he didn’t want to.

A small smile was brought to his face when Clyde entered, “Hey…” He was wrapped in bandages, “Sorry for being like this. Y'know?”

Clyde stood in the doorway staring for a minute before he bounced a little to get some of his anxious energy out. He took a step into the room and shut the door behind him before grabbing the chair in the corner of the room and dragging it closer to the bed. He flopped down into it and then put the stuffed toy tiger on Ash’s chest, offering another goofy forced smile. 

“It’s okay...” He said, trying to scoot the chair closer and just bumping his knee against the bed. He whined a little at it but tried not to react too intensely, Ash was in front of him with a FUCKING STAB WOUND after all. 

“Um... I brought this tiger cause... I was holding it when you texted and uh, I forgot to put it down.” He said, pointing at the toy and laughing pitifully. 

[shoestoreheir]

hero-of-south-park :

Ash laid in his hospital bed, thinking over the nights events. He’d have to find that guy later, when he was out of the hospital. But, right now he just wanted people to know he wasn’t dead. He also needed to thank whoever called 911 when they found him in a pool of his own blood face down. He grabbed his phone, oh shit. Clyde.

[Text to Clyde] Dude

[Text to Clyde] So in the hospital right now

[Text to Clyde] Uhh you mind coming over here?? I know its late but I wanna see you bro

[ TXT to ASH ] : WHT ? [ TXT to ASH ] : R U OK ??? [ TXT to ASH ] : I’LL BE THERE IN 5

Clyde had a heart attack just about every time Ash ended up in the hospital... He hated it. He wished the other could just stop with all the crime fighting and whatever and protect HIMSELF, but from being around Ash for this long he also knew that wasn’t an option. 

He probably drove a little too fast to get to the hospital, but there was always the idea in the back of his mind that when Ash was in the hospital there was always a chance it would be the last time he saw him... Maybe it was a lingering anxiety from when his mom died. He scurried into the hospital and was directed to the right room, which he threw open the door of while he clutched a stuffed toy tiger under one arm. 

“Hey!” He said, forcing a smile on his face to keep the tears that threatened to pour down his face while he was driving away... He was also still in his pajamas but that was a different topic. 

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Manhandling symbol starters

Send one for your muse to…

★ - drag my muse by the arm ⁂ - grab my muse by the front of their shirt, possibly shoving them back ✱ - take my muse by the hips to carefully move them out of their way ➜ - smack my muse upside the head ⌧ - grip my muse by the back of the neck © - put a hand on my muse’s back to steer them somewhere ✂ - point sternly at a chair and tell my muse to sit down ✉ - push my muse back down when they try to get out of bed (perhaps involving illness, injury, or sleep deprivation) ☛ - press a finger to my muse’s lips to shut them up ♚ - put a hand on my muse’s knee while sitting next to them, to discourage them from standing up ♧ - slap my muse’s hand away from something they shouldn’t touch ♦ - grab my muse’s hair and yank ♤ - slam a door shut before my muse can leave the room ♞ - physically pick my muse up and carry them ♭ - grip my muse’s jaw to make them look yours in the eye ♨ - rub my muse down with a sponge/wet cloth  ☀ - pin my muse with their arms behind their back ☠ - slam my muse into a wall ☾ - wrestle/pin my muse to the ground

Add as much or as little context as you’d like!

[shoestoreheir]

Crushing

[shoestoreheir]

hero-of-south-park :

“Heroes are allowed to cry too-” He laughed, wiping away the quickly incoming tears. Heart racing faster than it ever had before. Even more when Clyde grabbed his cheeks and bonked his head against his.

“And I’m always the one taking care of you and making sure you’re safe! I’m surprised you didn’t get the first hint man!” He laughed, “I was just too scared that I’d lose you if I told you man…”

“You’re a HERO! You keep EVERYONE SAFE! That’s a terrible hint!” Clyde exclaimed, still holding the other’s cheeks and squishing them affectionately. He shook his head and laughed again. “And if I lost YOU who would I have dude? I’m annoying as FUCK! No one else can put up with me like you do.” 

He sat back down next to Ash and let go of his face, his body posture softening a little as he smiled at the other before leaning in and gently kissing his cheek. 

[shoestoreheir]

Crushing

[shoestoreheir]

hero-of-south-park :

“Wait… What?” Oh now he’s REALLY gonna cry, “Really dude? You… you mean that?” He smiled, Jesus. He couldn’t remember the last time he smiled for real, but. This was as real as it could get, Clyde felt the same. And that didn’t feel real. It felt like a dream. It was a dream come true.

“Dude- you have no idea how happy I am to hear that…” He wiped his eyes, “I’ve been wanting to say this for years but I never expected to hear it BACK-”

Clyde laughed a little, more tears welling up in the corners of his eyes. “Hey man, YOU can’t cry too!” He said, his heart beating roughly against his chest from seeing the other boy smile. 

He grabbed Ash’s cheeks and bonked his head against his, smiling and laughing the whole time. “You should have just TOLD ME! You’re the one I’m always trying to be around dude! And call when I’m scared! Take a hint!”

[shoestoreheir]

Crushing

[shoestoreheir]

hero-of-south-park :

Ash watched as the other sprung up and yelled. Ooh, this was gonna go bad… 3. 2… 1. But nothing bad happened, just Clyde jumping up and down. “Okay there Mario- we gave you Oddesy and Smash Bros Ultimate, you can go without another sequel for a bit longer.”

He stumbled back as Clyde jumped and pulled him into a hug. With a small “oof” to follow up with it, “Well… I’d hope not- wait. Besides?” He watched as Clyde went from laughing to sobbing. “Woah- hey- are you okay?”

Clyde looked at Ash and laughed again with tears in his eyes, releasing the other from his hold and wiping at his eyes. “Yeah...” He said, his crying calming him down a little from his outburst of energy. “I just... I’ve wished you’d say something like that to me forever.”

He smiled a little more nervously at Ash, his cheeks a little pink under the shine of his tears. He was definitely happy... Clyde was just a happy crier. He sniffled a little and wiped his eyes again with the collar of his jacket before just smiling sweetly at Ash. “Cause like... I like you too, dude.” 

[shoestoreheir]

Crushing

[shoestoreheir]

hero-of-south-park :

“You’re gonna punch me in the face.” God, he was trembling. He couldn’t help it, anxiety in him skyrocketing like a firework on the 4th of July. What if Clyde didn’t want to be friends after this? What if he just thought Ash was a weirdo? God, alright. He had to say it, now or never.

“I have like… The biggest crush on you man, have for a long time… Never wanted to say anything because I’ve always been afraid that you’d hate me and just stop talking to me, I don’t want that. And it scares me.” Is he about to cry? Just the thought of Clyde disappearing from his life. Too much.

Clyde, who had previously been sitting on his bed, jumped to his feet and looked at Ash with the biggest, stupidest grin on his face. “ME?” He practically yelled, both of his hands against his chest to indicate to himself. This was definitely not what he had expected, but holy SHIT did it make him happy. “DUDE!!” He jumped up and down for a minute, not really sure what to do with himself. He was like a volatile little puppy about to run around your house and knock all your valuable off their shelves. 

Clyde lunged toward Ash with sudden might, pulling his much taller friend into a tight, Clyde style bear hug. “BESIDES, I would never stop talking to you, doofus!” He started laughing now, and laughter led to tears and tears for Clyde led to straight up SOBBING. 

[shoestoreheir]

smalltcwnkiids :

— he can’t help but stare at clyde, face the picture of apathy, emotions.. indecipherable. but certainly not enjoyment. he’d let clyde just take the disgusting cup out of the house, but it technically wasn’t his, so now he just had a pleased toddler who would probably ask for the pineapple cup every time he came by.

— ❝ sure . ❞ his nasally voice is apathetic as his face, clearly uncaring as to what activity they pulled up next, only caring that he gets re-seated on the couch comfortably. even at the cost of ‘accidentally’ bumping against clydes head once or twice. or three times.  

— ❝ wanna see what netflix has right now ? or did you want to pirate a sesame street movie . ❞

lCyde took another sip from his little pineapple cup and looked up at Craig as he leaned against the couch. “I mean, I haven’t watched a Sesame Street movie since I was like.... 6... So I don’t care if that’s what YOU wanna watch.” He said with a laugh, still not catching on to the joke that Craig was calling him a baby.

“I’d rather watch like... Oh man are any of the Fast and Furious movies on Netflix? Explosions sound cool right now.” Slurrrrp. It took a lot of effort to drink out of the this straw... But he was enjoying it.