Imagine Style where person 1 is colorblind and person 2 isn't. Person 1 comes to person 2, panicking over his driver test (and not being able to see the lights colors) and person 2 is just like. "Dude. They're in the same order on every stoplight."
oh ymgodufckthis is just canon tbhstan is the color blind onekyle is fucking done. im gonna write up a quickie for this one rn
“–You don’t understand, Kyle!! I can’t do this–”“..Stan..”“–How am I supposed to know when to go??” The raven haired teen continued pacing in his super best friend’s room, obviously panicked. “And the stop signs– oh GOD the stop signs arent even red!!! How–”“Stan.”“God Kyle I’m gonna get in an accident!!!” He walked over and shook Kyle’s shoulders.Thats it. Kyle lightly smacked Stan in the face, effectively knocking him out of the funk he was in.“Woah dude–”“Stan, colors dont fucking matter. The lights are always in the same position– and christ, stop signs literally SAY STOP. You are. So. Stupid.” He couldnt help but laugh at the shocked look on his sorta-boyfriend’s face.“…What.. what do you mean?” Blue eyes were wide with confusion.“Stop is the top light, slow down is the middle, and go is on the bottom. No colors needed. And fuck, Stan, shut up with that stop-sign shit.”“………”Two hours later“KYLE OH MY GOOOOD!!” Stan threw his arms around Kyle’s neck, hugging him close and tight. “I passed!! I fucking passed!!”“I suppose you could say…” Kyle started, mischevious look on his face. “Dude, don’t you dare..”
….“You passed with flying colors.”“….I fucking hate you.”
Bunny drabble for @theartof-pain !
ive never actually looked too much into hanahaki so im doing my own interpretation lmao
rating: high t? for death lmao idk
Butters was worried. Kenny hadn’t come to school in months... Whenever he tried to visit, no one would answer. Kenny had moved out around sophmore year, so it was just him... He hoped his friend was okay.
The last time he saw Kenny wasn’t too good. He coughed a lot and missed almost all his classes, just to spend time in the nurse’s office. No one could tell him what happened...
He heaved over the toilet, watching as pale blue and yellow petels coated with blood filled the porcelain bowl. Kenny grimaged at the scene in front of him. It was oddly beautiful, chunks of flower and blood mingling in the water. It suited how he felt.
No one actually understood this disease. It was rediculous and scientifically impossible. Yet here he was anyways, flowers and thorns coating his organs, tearing him apart from the inside. He should have been dead by now. Actually, he had been dead. Quite a few times.
The last time he was in hell, he had a one-on-one talk with Satan himself.
“This won’t go away. You’ll just keep dying and dying.”
Kenny nodded in understanding.
“I can free you, though you’ll have no afterlife. No heaven, no hell. Just gone.”
He frowned at Satan. Would it be worth it...?
“Make your choice, Kenny. Live in never ending pain, or disappear.”
“......” Kenny mumbled a reply and Satan nodded.
This was it. This was his last life. And it was being spent in his shitty bathroom, throwing up. He sighed, then coughed a few times. If only...
He felt it coming. He felt his life fading. Well, he’d rather not sit here and rot for weeks. Hopefully someone will come find his body.
To make things easier, Kenny unlocked his front door and plopped down on his favorite couch. He closed his eyes, relaxing as much as he could. He felt the vines crawl up his throat, and the flowers push into his mouth.
Kenny let out a violent cough. Blood coated his chin, causing petals to stick to his skin. So pretty... Blue as soft as his eyes.. Yellow like his silky hair...
He closed his eyes and let death take him
Butters knocked heavily on Kenny’s door. He felt anxious suddenly when he woke this morning. It had to do with Kenny, he could feel it. He was surprised to find the door unlocked when he tried it, and didn’t hesitate to rush in.
The sight before him made him gasp and his legs weaken.
Kenny was laying on his couch, still. His body had gashes where vines and flowers had pushed out, and his mouth and eyesockets were opened and filled with the prettiest blue and yellow flowers Butters’ had ever seen.
All over the morbid scene was dried blood. Butters bet it would have smelled terrible, if not for the almost sickeningly sweet flower scent filling his nose. He stumbled over to Kenny’s body, collapsing next to it.
Taking Kenny’s cold hand, he pressed it to his cheek and started to cry.
“J-Jeez Ken... I-I didn’ know... I’m s-sorry... If only I had loved you like ya did me...”
He was there, sobbing and mumbling out apologies for almost an hour until one of Kenny’s neighbors noticed the open front door and found him. 911 was called and Butters was led to a psyc ward to help him cope with his findings.
Butters sat in the grass, nibbling on a carrot stick as he talked to seemingly nothing. Around him were gravestones and crosses, but in front of him there was none. Rather than cold stone, a gorgeous bush took its place, blooming with the biggest blue and yellow flowers that anyone had ever seen. Butters smiled sadly at the flowers.
“...I’ll be back next week, Ken. I... I love you too.”
follow up to the goth Stan thing: yes. always end with makeouts.
HERE WE GO HERE WE GOHERE WE GO AGAIN
Kyle could not fucking believe it. The goth kids had confronted him after school and told him the news.Stan was goth again. Again. God dammit, he had hoped that phase never would have come back. Wonder what triggered it this time…
He knocked on the door of the Marsh residence, to be answered by a very drunk and very pissy Randy.“What do you want, Kyle.” Randy slurred. Kyle winced at the beer smell radiating off the man.
“Can I see Stan?” He asked, avoiding eye contact. Randy grunted at him, stepping aside to let Kyle through. Okay, that explains it. Randy only gets this bad when he fights with Stan’s mom, and it must have been bad this time to effect even Stan.
“Hey, Stan?” Kyle let himself into his friend’s room, ignoring the emo-esque ‘stay out’ sign on the door. “What the fuck dude?”
Stan was on his bed, black headphones over his ears as he blasted My Chemical Romance loud enough for Kyle to hear from the doorway. He was smudging black eyeliner while focused on the mirror on his compact. Kyle grimaced.
“Stan, you emo fuck.” He went over and snatched the headphones off the oblivious goth’s head.
“Hey–!” He snapped, looking up angrily at Kyle. “First of all, I’m not emo. Second of all, fuck off dude, I don’t wanna talk.”
Kyle just rolled his eyes. “You smell like Hot Topic.”
“What the fuck does that even mean?”
“Sadness and angst. You smell like sadness and angst.” He explained, deadpan. Stan just glared.“Leave me alone, you god damn conformist.”
“…Stan, I know your parent’s are fighting. This is a stupid coping mechanism.” Kyle pointed out, going to sit next to Stan.
“I don’t care that they’re fighting, this isn’t me coping.” He crossed his arms and practically pouted. The red head’s expression softened.
“Stan, it’ll be okay. You dont need to hide behind all this dumb shit.”
“…..”
“Come here dude-” Kyle leaned over to hug Stan. Needless to say, he was surprised when his hug was canceled out by a jerky kiss. Black painted lips pressed against his in probably the worst kiss Kyle had ever experienced.He jerked back.
“Woah– dude what the–”
“Its not the fighting. I… I like you Kyle and I had no idea what to do with those feelings–”
“S-Stan-?”
“Dude, I’m like in love with you, please don’t hate me.” Stan practically begged as Kyle stared at him, lipstick smeared mouth agape.
“…Stan… Dude, I’d never hate you…but…”
“But..?”
“I refuse to date you while you’re emo. Like, seriously. Get your act together or no more kissing.” He laughed a little at Stan’s expression of shock. “Speaking of kissing, that kiss was awful. I’ll have to teach you better.”
“…..” Stan rubbed the eyeliner from his eyes. Or at least tried to. Now black was all over his face and hands. “…Okay. No more goth, and in return, I get my super best friend position upgraded to super best boyfriend?”
Kyle grinned at him, and kissed his cheek. “Deal.”
