Characters: Kenny, Kyle, Eric, Stan
Notes: Hello South Park fandom. (Aged up characters)Not prooread.
Kenny: His poor ass can't afford spotify premium
We all know that this man is poor asf, c'mon. He couldn't afford any app that had anything to pay, I mean, his phone was really old and it was a miracle that it even turned on. As Cartman put it, "he had a potato phone."
He had admitted to himself not so long ago that he really really liked you. He didn't like you in a way that he wanted to have sex with you and just that. He wanted to hug you, kiss you, touch you, see you smile... So, he always looked for any excuse to see you or to talk to you. In class, he sat near you so he could hear your conversations with your friends. He really wanted to be with you.
That's when he overhead your friends talking about how you managed to hack a paying app and got it for free. (It was just an apk but they were still impressed). An idea clicked on his mind and he decided that in the next class he would ask you to hack that app.
The moment the bell rang he ignored his friends and made a beeline to you. You were packing up your things to go home and do your homework, but the blonde guy stopped you. "Hey..." He sounded kind of nervous, you raised an eyebrow confused. "I heard that you hack apps. "He smirked trying to hide how nervous he was feeling. You looked at your friends who were waiting for you, they shrugged they surely didn't tell anyone right? "I mean, yeah, but I can't do it to anyone, they can take down all of the hacked accounts." His smirk dropped so fast, he was about to drop down to his knees and start pleading you to hack that app (absolutely not because he wanted to spend more time with you) Until you agreed to do it. You told to him to meet up at your house so you could do it through your computer and the pass the archives to his phone. That day, he went back home skiping and smiling like he heard the best news of his life. His friend group looked at his so confused, why was he acting as if he was in a disney movie?
Stan: He reminds you of a wet dog, somehow.
He was doing his homework while listening to music, however he started to get bored. Why was homework obligatory anyways? He decided to go out for a walk, he put his headphones on and went out his house.
He felt the cold air hit his face, it was somewhat comforting. He made his way to Stark's Pond, away from his house. As he approached the lake he saw a very familiar figure crouching. He squinted his eyes and he realized it was you. Oh no... He started feeling sick, not in a bad way, of course. He tried to calm himself down, he didn't want to puke in front of you; that would make him look like a total loser! But he also didn't want lose this opportunity to be with you, and alone. As he approached you his eyes turned to the small creature that was between your hands. A small puppy whined between your soft hands as you pet it. Oh how he wanted to switch places with the small canine.
Nowadays, he has that day marked in the calendar beucase he had managed to talk to you and have a whole conversation without puking! Kyle overheard you telling your friends how people shouldn't abandon their pets in the middle of the road. He told that to Stan and both of them started a whole ass FBI research about animal shelters near South Park so Stan could talk to you about it.
After finding the perfect one, he sat next to you at lunch and told you about it. You looked really exicted to go there and he subtly suggested you to go with him. The moment you accepted he excused himself and ran as fast as he could to the nearest bathroom.
Kyle: He relies on you when Cartman starts an absurd debate.
Another day another stupid debate at class. Cartman was now saying how the people of the united states have been living in their lands since the beginning of times. And as always he didn't know what he was talking about. Kyle tried to confront him saying how he was making everything up, but he gave up as soon as he got insulted.
You were getting really, really annoyed. It was always the same thing in history class. The teacher would say what you all were going to learn that day, Cartman talked out loud and started a debate. Most of the time it would be about how the Jewish manipulated everyone into thinking that they were the victims. Anyways, this time was really stupid, and you decided to step in. "Cartman, in which state are we?" You asked out loud, everyone looked at you as if you asked the dumbest question ever, this was part of your plan though. "Colorado, duh." He said with a confident tone. "Okay, the name is in spanish, why? Because the spanish were here before you, and in the east side; the British. Oh, and before that, the native americans were here." You explained calmly, you wouldn't let him get to your nerves. "Oh yeah? And how you explain that I'm speaking english right now?" He fired back with a nervous and angry tone. Before you could speak, Kyle talked. "That doesn't matter, fatass! Just admit that you're wrong, I wanna go home." He said. "Shut up you fucking manipulative Jew!" You sighed and rolled your eyes, "he's so fucking retarded." You said and Kyle, who was near you, agreed.
After class, Kyle approached you, he put his hand on your shoulder and smiled to you. "Thank you for helping me in history class." He was red in the face, for him, you were like a greed god/goddes, you were smart, pretty, calm... He admired you so much, but he knew he wouldn't stand a chance with you. Anyways, you smiled to him and told him that it was nothing. "I just read books, not like Cartman." You said and he laughed.
From that day, he started offering you to go to the library together and suggested to study together. He liked to be with you and talk to you, he felt like he could be himself and express his concers and have deep talks with you. Every night he dreamed about holding you in his arms to sleep. AHEM, he started to talk to you more and prayed to every singled existing god to make you notice him in the same way he noticed you.
Cartman: Your grandma is cupid now.
You always had a bunch of candy inside you backpack. Why? You didn't even know, honestly. Every time you visited your grandma's house she always gave one candy, 'in case you were hungry at some point and you couldn't eat properly.' She always was worried that you had eaten properly, because, in her opinion, you were too skinny. You weren't. It was just her grandma-vision that saw everyone too skinny. You ate properly every day and ate healthy, you weren't too fat nor too skinny. Just how a human body would look.
However, one time, you stomach growled more than usual. You took out one of your grandma's candy secretly so the teacher wouldn't see you eating in class. Unfortunately, a bored fatass- oops sorry, I mean Cartman. He was looking around maybe wondering who his next victim was going to be or thinking about how to exterminate jews without his mother trying to stop him for the 100th time. From the corner of his eye he saw you taking out a small candy from your backpack. He smirked, should he blackmail you? Or trick you into something that benefitted him the most? It was you we are talking about here. In his words, he somewhat tolerated you, but everyone knew that he liked you. He was very obvious with it, to be honest. Like always picking on you or mentioning you into every single conversation or speech.
Now, after class, he approached with that shit eating grin of his and poked you shoulder to get your attention. "What do you want?" You said suspiciously, you knew that Cartman always found his way for everything. "Do you have candy to spare?" Of course he saw you and of course he would ask you to have some. You told him that you didn't have more, which was an answer he didn't like. He walked away annoyed, he really wanted that candy. Or did he just wanted an excuse to talk to you? ... Both, probably both, but the candy had more priority.
So, he started sitting next to you in class, hoping you would give him some. You refused to let him win what he wanted, but after some weeks of him talking your ear off about how he wanted to get elected class delegate or how he wanted to ruin Kyle's day, you gave up. "Okay, if I give you the damn candy will you shut the fuck up?" You whispered annoyed, your eyes darted to the teacher who was boredly explaining some equations, you wanted to punch that smirk of his. He had won the battle. He tried to ignore that tingly feeling he sensed when your hand brushed his as you gave him the candy.
From then on, he sat next to you in every class, not only because you gave him candy to shut up, but also because he got the chance to talk to you and nobody (except the teacher) interrumpted you two.
characters; tweek tweak, stan marsh, kenny mccormick, craig tucker, kyle broflovski, & tolkien black <3
tweek:
- licks the rim of the cup before putting your coffee in it, but if it’s one w/the little hole tops he licks the underside of it so that every time you go to take a drink, your still drinking a little part of him. he also gives a kiss to the on the top where you put your mouth so that when you take your first sip, it’s like an indirect kiss, and that thought alone makes his little heart flutter <3
- he seeps his own blood into the coffee that he brings you at school/when you order a drink (only yours getting that specialty of course)
- tends to believe everything you tell him; not even paying a second thought to it. he doesn’t even do it on purpose, he just subconsciously takes in whatever you tell him and assumes it as being the truth. you could literally tell him that nukes were gonna hit south park later today & he’d nod along agreeing with you before quickly processing what you had just said and going into a severe panic. him having several outbursts, twitching everywhere even more, and pulling on his hair rather harshly—almost yanking huge chunks out. what the hell was he gonna do?! how and why were nukes going to hit south park?! how is he going help you get out in time?! what about tweek bros?! his parents?! what was he going to do?! GAH! THIS WAS ALL WAY TOO MUCH PRESSURE!
- he has a strange yet surprisingly really strong sense of smell. say you used a coffee scented body wash the other night, he can smell it. he won’t say anything, but he’ll blush just at the thought of you showering your body with the scent he’s so associated with. it made him feel a little special. he wonders if the thought of him was lingering in your mind while you were buying it…oh the thought alone makes him flushed! he really loves the way you smell in general though. everytime you would hug him and wrap your delicate arms around him, he would just take in every bit of air surrounding the two of you, analyzing your scent. vanilla. a caramel-ly-sweet-glaze. almost candy like but also with a hint of foral, like you were elegant yet sweet and soft. he was obsessed. the amount of times he’s had to stop his mouth from salivating onto your shoulder was unruly. he really just wanted to taste you. just one little bite wouldn’t hurt, would it?
stan:
- will always do anything you ask him too. you want a drink from the vending machine? he’s on his way right now! you need a ride home from school? yeah of course, just let him know and he’ll be waiting for you by his truck in a heartbeat! you want to call and talk on the phone? he’ll stop everything he’s doing at the moment just hear the sweet sound of your voice speaking to him. he loves doing little tasks for you, and if anyone tries taking his place for his little jobs, he gets very irritated. are they trying to replace him? who do they think they are? they can fuck off. that’s his job to do that, not theirs. “Do you need any help carrying that? It looks kind of heavy, hey why don’t I-” “No. She’s fine she doesn’t need your help. I’ll do it.” he hisses while glaring at the male, harshly moving their hand away from whatever object you were carrying.
- kind of has mommy issues too (or maybe a kink). he loves his mom! she’s always been super sweet and caring towards him, and probably the only person he can actually bare living with in his house. he kind of yearns for that certain kind of comfort, the one of having someone really care for you. holding you in their arms, telling you that everything’s gonna be okay, telling you that their proud of you. he yearns for it because he hardly gets it and finds comfort in the rare times that it actually does happen. but hey, you act like that right? you’ve always acted like that towards him. you were just that kind of person, right? just his kind of person, right?
- praise him. literally for anything. he’ll get happy that your content with what he did and will feel like he really accomplished something. satisfying your needs is a big top for him, so once he does whatever you needed, he’s happy! him having depression and all that really fucks with his brain sometimes, and you seem to ease and even that all out for him. just reassure him that he does do good and that he’s not a huge fuck up and piece of shit. atleast—not all of the time.
- he often goes to you for his problems, always venting about whatever’s troubling him or been bothering him. he trusts whatever you say and truly takes it to heart. i mean, it doesn’t seem like you’d ever want the worst for him, you’ve always been sweet and genuine so why wouldn’t he believe in your words? (would feel like 10x better in about 5 mins if he was cuddling into you as you ran your fingers through his hair while he ranted on and on about whatever thoughts were dreadfully plaguing his mind)
- gets kind of desperate when your mad at him. he literally hates when you’re mad at him—it’s one of the worst feelings ever for him. he’ll try anything and everything for you to not be mad at him, he’d seriously beg on his knees for your forgiveness if that meant that you wouldn’t be mad anymore. can simply just not stand it. could you please just go back how to were treating him before? please??? he can’t take it nor handle it, it’s like he’s genuinely losing it to such a petty matter. his brain would be like a virus stuck on the same blank screen unable to switch off, except, you were that screen and his obsession was the virus.
- knows—err—is learning! how to play the guitar! was previously in a group with jimmy, butters, and kenny, but originally was with kyle, cartman, and kenny. they made the song ‘Finger-Bang-You’, and uh. i don’t think he really wants to remember that. so in all i’d say his musical abilities aren’t too terrible, nor song writing ones. possibly. for the most part at least. would maybe sing to you if he found his vocals to be remotely pleasant to listen to, a slow and sweet guitar riff just for you to hum along to. this is currently in the process as well. i mean that is, until he actually musters up enough courage to do so.
kenny:
- you’ve got that little halo of his wrapped around your finger, that was for sure. like stan, will do absolutely anything for you. both of them hardly have any limits, meaning they would seriously do anything for you. murder isn’t off the table :)
- really clingy. like always by your side kind of clingy. it’s cute, but eventually gets kind of annoying as the day progresses. he’s always following you around (almost like a lost puppy), you guys have a good handful of classes together (much to his enjoyment) so he’s pretty ecstatic about seeing you everyday for almost the whole school day AND school year. yay for kenny! (cue the ‘whoo-hoo!’)
- is always touching some part of your body, like always. not even in a sexual way, he’s just always touching you. have it be his hand on your shoulder, his arm around your shoulder, his hands entwined with yours, or as much as constantly having your guys arms brushed up against each other while walking to classes or while sitting down at lunch. he also always sits next to you at lunch, no matter what. would get genuinely upset if he couldn’t, so he’s always by your side to prevent that from happening :). don’t steal his seat. he will sincerely push you off of it and not feel one ounce of sympathy.
- he’s veryyy affectionate. physically, verbally, any way he can be, he is. “I love your shirt today, pretty.” kenny says with a sly grin, seemingly beaming at you with his lidded violet eyes peering right at you. he tugs on the sleeve of your tight fitting long-sleeve, inching his face closer to yours. “Who were you thinking of this morning when you put it on, hm?” he looks up at you cheekily, this particular act of his soon coming to an abrupt end as his blatant flirting earns a harsh kick from under the table, a yank from the back of his hoodie, and a few menacing glares being sent his way from across the lunch table.
- pushes his cheek against yours quite often. kenny thinks it’s adorable and obviously loves being close to you in every way possible, so it’s clearly a must! loves hugs and all that stuff, i mean there’s no way you’d actually expect him to not squeeze your entire being every time he sees you. i mean, seriously. it’s like you were almost testing his limits every single day of not crushing you!! he sighs mentally and closing his eyes dreamily at the mere thought of you. you really were just too cute..
- his touchy acts and displays of obvious admiration would almost always gain the attention of the other boys, most times more than not resulting in terribly dirty looks being directed towards the blonde male. their glares were downright deadly—rightfully so! i mean seriously…who does he think he is???
…kenny. that’s who <3.
craig:
- can be kind of aggressive sometimes, physically. and, well, he’s just really aggressive in general. treats you as fragile and gentle as he does with Stripe, but can grab you rather harsh without realizing his own strength while dragging you elsewhere if he’s mad about something. he would never hit you though, no no, he would never. but, he would beat the living shit out of anyone who did.
- has a tendency of just picking you up at random times, like completely out of nowhere. you’re so small compared to him, he just has to pick you up! doesn’t move you to any particular place, just holds you off the ground and places you somewhere else with that same exact stoic expression presented on his features. he also grabs your face a lot and just squishes your cheeks. he sees the opportunity to do it, so he does it. he thinks you look cute so why not. definitely pulls you onto his lap when you’re least expecting it just to take in your flustered expression. he’d even lay his chin atop your head to make it all the while more; the guys would be gawking at him and yelling curses at what he was doing but he really could care less. who’s lap were you sitting on right now again? yeah, exactly. you reminded him of his beloved pet Stripe at times, in which resulted in these cute and impulsive little antics.
- can and will literally glare anyone away. he has a very intimidating face, his height also adds onto that scary persona of his. everyone knew better than to fuck with Craig Tucker, unless you had a death wish and wanted to end up with a tombstone over your head, that is. “(Y/N)! I’ve been looking all over for you! I was kind of wondering if you’d wanna, you know go out to the movies sometime?” a male says, coming up next to you while shyly smiling with his hand behind his neck, while also interrupting yours and Craig’s conversation. was this awkward dickwad seriously trying to talk to you while you were clearly already talking to him? “Err- you could just, call me later! Here I’ll just—” cue that classic death glare. nobody, and i mean nobody, wanted to deal with a pissed off Craig. all it took was one look up at the teen towering over them, the guy’s eyes widening, and he was already speed walking past you while mumbling a quiet “Uh—nevermind…I’ll see you some other time (Y/N)…” as he quickly took off. “So, continue on with what you were telling me?” Craig says calmly, his whole demeanor changing and face softening while looking down at you to listen.
- thoroughly enjoys watching the stars at night with you. it’s one of his most favorite things to do in general, so why not just do it with his favorite person in the world? he prefers it much better than watching them alone like he had always used to. he loved telling you all about what he knew about the stars, space, planets, constellations, and all that other stuff. you would just listen to him, never failing to seem constantly interested in what he was saying. he really could go on and on about space and all the things correlating to it, and you would always sit and look amused with your big eyes intrigued in adoration, asking little questions here and there about what this was and how that works, he thought it was cute so it worked out pretty well for the both of you. he loved it. he loved every second of it. he loved every second of being with you. he loved you.
kyle:
- he uses you as his motivation for almost everything. when he’s doing something important, he just thinks in his mind about what you would think about him. seemingly, your opinion on him really means a lot to him. like, way too much. it’s to the point where ‘What (Y/N) thinks’ or ‘What would (Y/N) think?’ dictates almost all his decisions and choices. he does not want to be seen in a bad manner by you. hell no! that’s like his worst nightmare—that would be terrible! and because of that, he’s always trying his best to be the most perfect person he can. he’s almost always stressed out about everything because he’s so worried about how your going to react to it. he often gets frustrated and angry when something he does doesn’t come out the way he wanted or intended to. “God this is so fucking hard! But what would (Y/N) think of me if I didn’t do this good enough?” he doesn’t even want to even imagine the disappointed expression you’d have on your beautiful face as you glanced at him almost mockingly. “Are you really that dumb?” you’d ridicule him, utterly disgusted at his presence. this and that, you spewing out insults left and right insulting his intelligence and everything else about him. god no—he couldn’t deal with that. not at all. it would break his heart, mind, and soul knowing you perceived him that way. he knew you were sweet, of course he did—that was one of the big reasons he even love—liked you so much! but sadly, his mind would still tell him otherwise, convincing him that all these negative things would happen if he did so much as write something incorrectly. it never gave that poor boy a break. although there was one thing he always he knew for sure, that he had to do well. he had to. for you.
- is utterly terrified of disappointing you (also adds on to the previous headcanon above this). no matter the situation. if he sees he can do better and if there is a way to do the very best, then he sure as hell was going to. hm? what’s that? he got an a on the test? no he’ll retake it, he needs an a+. what? he got a good job? no, he’s not going to settle for that. he needs an ‘amazing job’, so he’s going to do something that will earn him that ‘amazing job’ from the person he wants it from. so what if the other kids called him a ‘try hard’? yeah. he was one—and he was sure as hell proud of it. tsk, he’d rather be ripped on by his friends for being a so called ‘try hard’ than being a completely braindead idiot. he liked being the best. fuck them.
- has always been adored by adults and other teachers because of his perseverance and dedication to always doing the best. oh if only they knew the reason behind it. “Why the fuck is this taking me so long to finish?! (Y/N) wouldn’t even take a second glance at me if I fucked this up.” he desperately tries to be perfect. so many desperate attempts to be perfect, perfect all for you. all he does is for you. everything is for you. all the time, efforts, tries, sleepless nights, frustration, stress, planning, studying, perfect grades, days, weeks, months, years, seconds, minutes—everything. it was all going to be worth it in the end though—because after all, who wouldn’t want a perfect person?
- he always puts a lot of thought into things. he’s a smart boy, no doubt about it, so he’s always observing things and specific aspects about other people. super attentive and is probably the best gift giver out of all the boys, his attention to detail will seriously surprise you and make you hold so much more value onto the things he gives and says. he puts so much effort into literally everything. like—ugh he’s just so sweet. he pours his whole heart out into the things he likes and on people he loves, he’s just such a sweetheart really. you find yourself aw-ing at him pretty frequently. he was just so cute and sweet to you!
- has the worst temper ever, but somehow keeps it under control around you. someone could do something to piss him off, have it either be on accident or on purpose, and he will remember that specific thing they did forever. he’d hold a grudge against them for quite a while. yes he holds grudges, the worst kinds too. “Oh Kyle! I’ve been needing to ask you all day, do you know who ******** is?” Stan asks him, the calm look on his face soon turning into a scowl as he recognizes the name. “That asshole? They bumped into me during passing period the first week of school and knocked my shit on the floor without even apologizing! And they stepped on my fucking shoes! Who even fucking does that without bothering to say sorry?!” he exclaimed angrily, eyebrows bunched together as he moved his hands around trying to express the anger towards the said individual. the one thing he couldn’t fix, was his anger. yeah he just figured you’d have to deal with it.
- gets flustered at anything u do to him so easily and quickly, it’s honestly super cute and you have fun poking at him every now and then. it’s like a cute little game. the ‘Let’s-Make-Kyle-Super-Shy-Until-He-Gets-As-Red-As-A-Tomato-Game!’ yeah it was super embarrassing how flustered he’d get just from you inching your face closer to his, and even more so that you knew what your affect on him was. but it’s not like he was against it, whatever got you closer to him he was completely fine with.
- if you hate someone, he hates them too. of course he won’t for no reason, but once u tell him even a little detail about how they wronged you, he dislikes them already. he forms opinions on people pretty quickly, so once you tell him, he now knows who to look out for and who to treat shittier.
clyde:
- totally doesn’t let his mommy issues make an appearance around you. pfttt of course not, why would he haha? except for that one time he— actually several times, he’s almost called you ‘mom’ instead of your own name. “Hey mo-(Y/N)!! Wanna come over later and hang out after school?” i mean, it wasn’t his fault! you just happened to have that motherly aura radiating off of you that drew him to you like a lovesick puppy. your voice was so sweet, words coming off the tip of your tongue smooth and sounding like honey to him. you could be explaining something to him and he’d just nod along contently, a series of “Mhm’s” “Ohhh’s” and “Oh really’s?“ coming from him as he just stared at you completely enthralled by your face, while his own rested upon his palm. goodluck trying to get rid of that boy haha! you cant.
- clingy, clingy, clingy! you just cant get rid of this boy! he’s always trying to talk to you any chance he can, let it be in the halls, the classrooms, on the bus the rare times you actually use it, seriously, anywhere. is kind of annoyed at how Kenny is always there with you, he usually never pays any attention or mind to the blonde headed boy beside you. he likes to pretend he just isn’t there, maybe if he closes his eyes long enough, he’ll just disappear lol </3. is also really jealous of him. uh hello? that’s supposed to be his thing always being around you. stupid Kenny always ruining it, he’d get him back somehow.
- truly reminded you of a puppy. his eyes always get so big; fully focusing on just you, excitement and pure energy basically radiating off of him. it was hard not to smile around clyde, he was such a cute idiot that it just made you laugh all the time. a little too clueless for his own good, that’s why he so closely mirrored that of a puppies aura. his emotions, actions, and words really matching those to a puppies, also his overall physique. if puppies were uh—muscly. and played football.
tolkien:
- is usually the first one to ask if you need a ride to school or a ride home (much to Stan’s dismay). he enjoys driving you places, just you and him. having time to yourselves, just chatting about whatever comes into mind. it makes him super happy since you and him rarely spend any time together alone because of all the other guys. they kind of always hog you, and it really fucking gets on his nerves. even his own friends do, but he just hides it well with that same old calming smile of his, eye twitching every now and then from annoyance. tolkien was really more on the quiet and composed side, so it didn’t come to much of a surprise that your guys interactions were quite cut short due to the other guys obnoxiously butting in.
- he often gets jealous of yours and the other guys interactions and friendships together. he’s envious. he wishes you guys were that close. he needed to find someway to stick out to you somehow because this quiet and calm demeanor of his surely wasn’t seeming to get him anywhere. he definitely needed to make plans with the both of you way more, and way sooner. most would call it just a hang out between two friends, but he’d like to think of it more like a sweet date.
- say in some kind of scenario he’s in front of the guys talking to you and they overhear him asking you: “Hey did you maybe wanna go to the mall/go out for lunch/coffee again?” and you’d be like: “Yeah of course, when we’re you thinking?” and all the guys would be like: “WHAT? YOU GUYS WENT OUT?!” AND AGAIN?!?!” , “When the hell did that happen???” and he’d turn away holding back a laugh and hiding a successful smirk on his face with his hand & a quick fake cough then looking back with a completely different expression. he just casually explained how you guys went out together. alone. not a biggie. oh competitive little tolkien. he secretly feels like he’s one upping the others & is veryyy content about it. although, his quick demeanor change and sneaky smirk doesn’t go unnoticed by you.
- is always there when you need him to be, like seriously always there. is honestly the best person to depend on, especially since it’s you that’s in need. tolkien is the best kind of person for anything, make it advice, hugs, long conversations, anything! you need a quick opinion on something important? he’s the absolute (don’t tell the other guys) best out of everyone to ask! you know he’s the right person to ask if you want an honest opinion on something because he’s not the type to sugar coat or lie about something just to make you feel better. you really appreciate that in a sense, because knowing the other guys, they wouldn’t quite do the same.
- has the cutest dimples ever. they’re very prominent and almost always show when he’s speaking, even more so when smiling. he has very charming features, and if you could admit it without any angry jealous gazes being thrown at you, you’d consider him really handsome. he almost reminded you of a prince, a prince charming to be exact! with that charming smile and those heartwarming eyes, he’d fit that role almost perfectly. you’d just have to tell him once you were alone again…
hi you, thx 4 reading!!! i wrote this a few yrs ago & just decided to finally post it <3 hope u all love & enjoy :p
[Kenny McCormick Masterlist] [Read all of Sour Candy on AO3!]
She’s still knocked out. My shirt’s bunched halfway up her ribs. I’ve got one hand underneath tracing the soft, lazy curve of her side because I can.
She’s got this sleepy glow and I want to bite down on her shoulder until she wakes up and curses me out. I almost do.
I’m not a good guy. Never have been. I can fake it in the daylight, but nights like this? Every stupid survival reflex I ever learned tries to convince me I don’t deserve her. That’s how I know I’ll ruin it if she gives me half a chance.
My sheets are tangled and cheap as hell, but she doesn’t care. Never has. She’d let me fuck her on the floor, against the door, in the back of my dad’s piece of shit truck if I asked. But I want her here.
My bed. My mess. My hands.
My room’s always too cold, draft sneaking in through the cracked window. She’s one of those girls who runs hot and who always ends up half on top of me by sunrise.
I want to wake her up. I want her angry, want her needy. That’s the truth, right? I want her rolling her eyes, calling me an asshole, pushing her tongue in my mouth just to shut me up. But I want this, too, the little fucking miracle that she trusts me enough to sleep with her back to my chest.
Vulnerable, open, easy.
I keep my hand steady, almost shaking. My pulse hammers in my wrists. I wonder if she feels it.
My nose is buried behind her ear. I drag my teeth against her neck. Barely there, just enough pressure to see if she’ll twitch.
She doesn’t. Not yet. Too deep. That’s on me. I’ve fucked her before, left her shaking, mouthing my name with her hand gripping in my hair. Maybe she trusts me now. Or maybe she’s just too tired to care.
My dick’s hard as a rock, pressed up against the back of her thigh. I’m not above rutting against her in my sleep. Hell, I probably have, more than once.
She never gets mad. Sometimes she wakes up and pushes her ass back, mumbles, “Kenny, you’re disgusting,”
But her hips always say otherwise. Tonight, she just sighs.
I let my hand drift lower, over the curve of her belly. I want to slide between her leg. I want to feel that tight, wet heat, but I’m not stupid enough to risk her waking up mad.
Or maybe I am. That’s the fun part.
I drag my thumb up, slow, until it catches on the edge of her bra.
I press my lips to her shoulder, just breathing her in. I could stay like this forever, just stupid, desperate, hungry.
I want to mark her up. I want to leave fingerprints, hickeys, proof.
But I don’t. Not yet.
I want her awake for that. I want her eyes, that smirk, the way she laughs when I fuck up and she gets the upper hand for five seconds.
She shifts, hips rolling back, ass grinding into me. Maybe by accident. Or maybe not. I bite my lip, groan into her neck, fingers digging in.
“You’re killing me,” I whisper.
My voice sounds pathetic, rough, like I’ve been up all night (I have). I’m not even sure she hears me.
I imagine her waking up to me pressed against her, hard and hornier than any guy she’s ever known. I want her to wake up, to pull my hand exactly where she wants it and tell me what to do. I
I can’t help myself. My hand slips lower, fingers skimming her panties.
“Let me wake you up right,” I murmur, low and dirty.
She’s playing at sleeping but her breath isn’t even close to slow anymore. She’s giving herself away. Every exhale, every twitch of her hips, the way her grip tightens on my fingers.
I know this game. I know her tells. And I’m so far gone, I let her win anyway.
I slide my palm down under her panties.
God, she’s warm and wet already, slicking up my fingers like she’s been waiting for this. I slip two fingers inside her, just enough to make her gasp.
She’s still pretending it’s a dream, like she’s not arching into my touch on purpose.
She tightens up around me, and my cock throbs so hard it’s painful now. I’m leaking into my boxers.
She stays quiet, but she tips her hips up. She wants me needy, out of control.
I press a kiss to the back of her neck, breathing her in. My fingers curl to hit that plush spot inside that she can’t ignore. I want to drag it out, but she rolls her hips and I nearly lose it.
I can’t keep my mouth off her. I’m at her shoulder, sucking hard enough to leave marks. She makes a noise so helpless it hurts. Still pretending, but barely.
I want her to snap. I want her to give up the act, roll over and drag me down by the hair. But I really want the slow torture.
I push up against her, grinding my cock into her ass.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” I groan, low and desperate, “You’re so fucking wet for me. You gonna let me fuck you? Even if you’re asleep?”
I say it like a joke, but my hands are shaking. If she says no, I’ll stop.
But she won’t. Not tonight.
I shove my boxers down, just enough, not bothering to hide how desperate I am now. I line myself up, tip sliding through her slick.
She pushes back against me and it’s the most honest thing she’s done all night.
I can’t help it. I sink in, slow, and her gasp is too honest to fake.
summary – you accidentally show some skin during a beta squad shoot and leave one of the boys flustered.
warnings – beta squad member!reader, partial nudity, mentions of bugs and other creepy crawlies, light swearing
word count – 1.8k
note – thank you, sweet anon, for your request. i actually already had this in the works and think it fits your idea nicely – if not, i’m happy to revisit and write a different version. anyways, this is literally the box of brain bugs challenge from their ‘last to leave the box: jungle edition’ video. enjoy (or not, i hate bugs too)
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“This is the worst idea we’ve ever had,” you groan. You tighten your goggles one more time before slipping your head into the glass box situated between Sharky and Niko.
“You’re right for once,” Niko says. He’s all set next to you, goggles on and his nose pinched closed.
“Not you violating right before we’re about to get eaten alive by bugs,” you say, your voice nasally. At least the clips are working.
“No one talk about being eaten, wallahi, I’ll break this whole set,” Chunkz says from down the line.
“Alright, bring in the bugs!’ Kenny calls out, and the challenge begins.
“I hate this,” you whine, as a bucket of dirt is poured onto your head. You try not to think about what’s hidden inside the dirt, but you feel something brush your ear and have to bite back a scream.
The boys have no such reservations.
“It’s down my shirt!” you hear Aj screech, followed by a series of incoherent screams. Next to him, Chunkz yells and somewhere beyond Sharky, you hear Kenny utter the Sign of the Cross.
The chaos around you keeps you momentarily distracted from your predicament, but another bucket is dumped onto your head and this time, the bugs find their way into your field of vision.
Oh hell no, you think as you see the grasshoppers and the cockroaches scuttle centimeters from your nose and mouth. You let out a scream, then shut your mouth for fear they’d find their way in. Some bugs have already found their way to the back of your neck and have taken to burrowing their way under your collar and down your clothes. Fuck.
Next to you, Niko is complaining about the same things. “Oh that’s where it’s long,” he says, to you or the camera you’re not sure. “They’re coming down my shirt, they’re crawling all over my ears.”
“You think that’s bad?” you grumble. “I can already feel them down my back.”
“Sounds like you’re going out first,” Niko teases.
“Nah, we both know Aj is leaving first.” The goggles and the grasshoppers clinging to the plastic make it hard to see. Despite that, you try to turn your head in the direction of the cameras, gearing up to make predictions about the challenge. “And Chunkz is next, just wait for it.”
“Oh absolutely not, mate,” Niko says in his faux Australian accent. “That’s my thing, not yours.”
“These two are doing their predictions again!” Sharky announces to the rest of the group, but no one is paying any attention. They’re all too busy fighting for their lives in their respective boxes.
“Yeah, because my predictions tend to be right!” you shout back. Big mistake, you realize as one of the insects crawls over your bottom lip. You spit, trying to get it out of your mouth.
This is truly the worst thing I’ve ever done, you think over and over as one by one, Aj, Chunkz, and Kenny give up. The minutes pass and you feel the pitter patter of legs on your back increasing.
“As I predicted, Sharky and I are at a stalemate with this schmuck.” Niko points a finger in your direction as he speaks to the camera.
“This schmuck has a name, you jokeman,” you reply, reaching out and swatting at his extended hand.
“Yeah, it’s–”
“Shush,” you cut in. You smirk at the cameras, proud of yourself for shutting up the Beta Squad’s leading waffler.
“Alright, it’s the final thirty seconds,” Aj says from beside Niko. From the corner of your eye, you can see that he’s out of his jumpsuit and completely bug-free. Lucky. “If they all manage to survive this, they all get first place.”
Finally, you think. The boys begin counting down, and no sooner do they get to zero are you yanking yourself out of the glass box and swatting at your body. You can feel the bugs crawling all over your neck, your shoulders, your arms. You shout in frustration and discomfort, unbuttoning your jumpsuit and pulling it down.
“Oh shit, they’re all over your back,” Kenny says, horrified.
“What?!” you shriek. Without thinking, you yank off your white shirt. You almost throw up at the sight of it; it’s more brown than white with the amount of insects crawling all over the fabric.
“Ew!” you exclaim, flinging your shirt away from you with one hand and swiping at your body with the other. It’s only when you’re insect-free do you realize the boys are staring at you…well, trying not to.
You look down, realizing that in your haste to rid yourselves of the bugs, you’ve left yourself in only a sports bra. Oops.
It’s not as if the boys haven’t seen you in various states of undress before. Between knowing each other for years and completing a wide range of challenges for Beta Squad content, the six of you ended up shedding clothes in each other’s vicinity more often than what’s considered appropriate. Not to mention, you’d lived with them in all three of the Beta Squad mansions.
However, as you take in the way your sports bra hugs your chest and the jumpsuit hangs low around your hips, you do understand that it must be difficult to be seen as just another one of the mandem at the moment.
“Alright, what’s the next challenge then?” Chunkz says loudly, drawing the attention of the crew and distracting them from your scandalous state.
Sharky, shirtless too and still swatting at his chest, follows Chunkz’s lead. He turns to a couple of the cameramen, gesturing for them to check if he’s got any bugs left on him. Behind you, Kenny leans down and picks up the shirt you tossed.
“Here,” he says, keeping his eyes trained on the fabric in his hands. “No more bugs, I promise. I checked.”
“Thanks, Ken,” you sigh, beyond relieved. You take the shirt, shaking it off one more time. In your peripheral, you see Aj is turned towards Niko and studiously ignoring you.
The only one who can’t seem to take his eyes off you is…Niko. You can feel his stare; it flits between your face and your chest, and back again.
That’s brazy, even as a joke, you find yourself thinking, a little put off by his audacity.
“Bro, stop staring,” you hear Aj hiss right before he smacks Niko on the arm. You glance over, meeting Niko’s gaze for a split second before he finally tears his eyes away from you.
Grateful that the boys are still gentlemen at their core, you swiftly pull your shirt back on and shimmy out of the jumpsuit. You catch sight of another insect crawling out of one of the pant legs and you shiver.
Need to get away from that.
As the production team sets up the next challenge, you sidle up to Niko.
“Looks like this one’s gonna be the tie-breaker,” you say, keeping your tone light. You’re more than a foot shorter than him and he jumps, having been oblivious to your presence.
“I’ve already won,” Niko says. He grins at you, but you can see the panic in his eyes. Like a deer in headlights, you’ve truly caught him off guard.
“Hmm,” is all you say. For a moment, you watch the rest of the Beta Squad. Sharky and Kenny are by the water, and by the looks of it, they’re debating whether there are alligators in the murky depths. Aj is chasing Chunkz around with what looks like a dried leaf on a stick. Knowing Aj and his antics, Chunkz probably thinks it’s some invasive species of beetle from Australia.
“You gonna explain yourself?” you finally say, purposefully avoiding Niko’s gaze. It’s not that difficult, since he’s beside you and above you.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Niko mumbles, too quickly.
“You looked at me.”
“Pfft, no– I– what? I don’t think–”
You turn to him then, shielding your eyes against the harsh afternoon light as you look up at him. “Come on, Niko, you were full on staring.”
“Alright, fine,” he says, looking down at you but still avoiding your eyes. You’re surprised to see that his cheeks are tinged pink.
You raise an eyebrow, waiting.
“I spaced out,” he says with a shrug.
“You spaced out?” you say slowly. “Seriously?”
Niko still can’t meet your eyes.
“Look, I don’t actually care that you looked,” you continue, annoyance creeping in. “I just want you to admit it and– I don’t know, apologize? If you don’t, I might start to think you liked what you were seeing–”
Niko grimaces and you pause.
“Oh my God.” You punch his arm. “Is that what it is? You liked it?”
Niko, normally one of the most talkative people you know, is silent. He refuses to look at you, instead choosing to keep his gaze on the production crew positioning a table and chairs several feet away.
“Aw, you have a crush on me,” you tease. You’re half joking, but Niko’s lack of denial and the blush still spreading across his cheeks slowly has you realizing that this may not be a laughing matter.
“Do you have a crush on me?” you force yourself to ask, turning towards him and raising your brows. It’s something you’ve never considered before, seeing as you’d gone through many awkward phases and suffered growing pains alongside him and the rest of the boys. And yet, Niko has always been good-looking to you and the thought of him seeing you in the same light has your heart rate picking up.
Niko finally musters up the courage to look you in the eye. His dark eyes betray nothing, but the speed at which they dart away, eager to look anywhere but you, says everything you need to know.
“Maybe?” he says and his voice pitches so high at the end that it sounds like a whine.
An actual jokeman, you think, a bit irritated with his inability to give a straight answer. You hold his gaze, your eyes narrowing. “Don’t you dare lie to me, Nikolas.”
“Okay yes, I might have a tiny bit of a crush on you,” Niko blurts out, tripping over the words. “But please, please, please don’t bring it up right now. The boys already tease me about it enough and they’ll never let me live it down if they find out you bullied me into confessing.”
“Bullied you?” you exclaim. “You’re the one who was ogling me–it couldn’t have been more flipping obvious!”
Niko puts his hands up, surrendering. “Okay, okay you’re right. You’re right and I am sorry for being disrespectful. We’ll talk about it later, please?”
He gives you a pleading look and you have to resist the urge to smack the puppy dog look off his face.
“Fine,” you relent, “but if I win this whole thing, you definitely owe me dinner.”
Hiiii could you maybe write headcanons of the main 4 + Butters if they found out their partner(reader) is autistic/neurodivergent??
So sorry for the longest wait known to human kind, and thank you so much for your patience! Hopefully this is kinda what you were hoping for!
Quick Disclaimer:
Though I do have AuDHD, my experience with it won't represent everyone who's neurodivergent, as it's a spectrum. For anyone who isn't familiar with neurodivergencies, please do your own research with reputable sources. This is simply a post with headcanons, not a peer-reviewed paper, so please don't use it to self diagnose. That being said, I hope you enjoy reading!
• to him, you are you, and that's all that matters
• he'll try his best to support you through whatever difficulties may arise
• stan's probably not the best at helping you stay focused, but he tries
• finds it cute when you talk about your current hyperfixation
• let you copy off his homework back in highschool, which may or may not have helped
• if you're on medication, depending on the living situation, he'll have a special spot for it so you remember and to hide it from his dad
• found out caffeine can help and won't stop buying you energy drinks
• always quick to defend you if people don't understand your struggles
Autism:
• stan was very accepting when he found out
• though he might not know alot about it, he tries his absolute best to properly support you
• having trouble talking? he's there to do it for you
• he's more than happy to leave an event early if you get overstimulated
• he's willing to just lay on top of you if you need the extra weight... he may fall asleep though
• isn't always the best with big emotions, but will listen when you need to talk through something
• tries his best to avoid his dad when the two of you are together as Randy is... alot
• same with cartman, he doesn't want him to harass you
• perfectly happy to stay in for a date
• not the best when it comes to meltdowns but is able to help with burnout
• always always always apologizes if he isn't clear with when he's being sarcastic, though it may take a while for him to understand why he upset you
• loves you no matter what and makes sure you know it
Kyle
ADHD:
• struggling to keep things tidy? he'll be there with cleaning supplies in less than five minutes
• kyle is the best of the group when it comes to keeping you on track
• when he found out, he did a bunch of research so he can properly support you
• he's the most clinical when it comes to support, which may or may not piss you off from time to time (there's no cutting corners when it comes to kyle)
• he'll apologize if he gets under your skin too much though
Autism:
• when he found out, you bet your ass he did a ton of research on it and how to best support you
• eventually decided it was best to ask you directly, so expect to talk through boundaries and needs quite a bit
• that being said, he means well, and will not only hear you but will listen
• makes sure you aren't put in a situation that may overstimulate you, but will put all his energy into comforting you if it does happen
• learns how to identify your signs of a meltdown/burnout very quickly, and does his absolute best to help you through it or avoid them all together
• loves how deeply you feel emotions (through the good and bad) and admires your empathy
• cherishes every moment you spend together but understands when you need space
• doesn't let cartman anywhere near you if he can help it
• happily explains any social queues you may miss
• tells his mom to make one of your comfort foods anytime the two of you visit
Cartman
ADHD:
• laughed in your face at first
• cuz it's Cartman what'd you expect?
• if you're on meds, he asks if you see tiny pink christina aguilera monsters
• quite literally won't shut up about the monsters if you're taking ritalin
• might steal some from time to time though
• if i'm being so fr, he's gonna be so mean about it at first
• zoned out? he's taking that to his advantage
• if he notices you're spacing out, he'll say some heinous shit and ask if you agree
• be prepared to get teased 24/7
• after a while (and a lengthy conversation with him about it), he'll calm down a bit
• still teases you though
Autism:
• there's two ways this will go...
• if someone else told him about it, he'd shrug it off and say he knew that already
• if he finds out himself, well... cartman will be cartman, he's probably going to rip on you like crazy
• either way, it'll take him time to even accept the new information he learned about you
• after a while, he'll use it as an excuse to leave any situation he doesn't like
• "screw you guys, we're going home" and if anyone argues/questions it, he's blaming your autism
• sorry cartman lovers (if there's any lol), he's just such an ass about it, especially around his friends
• he acts completely different when the two of you are alone
• having a date night at home? you bet your ass he's got ALL of your comfort foods
• speaking of, his pantry is full of it
• if you get overstimulated, he'll bring you home, make sure all the bright lights are off, and let you rest in his bed
Kenny
You can't tell me this man is neurotypical.
ADHD:
• kenny most definitely brings up the time his entire class was put on ritalin when he finds out, he can't help it
• despite that, he's VERY understanding
• having trouble focusing? he'll guide you through what you need to do as best he can
• finds it really attractive when you yap uncontrollably to him about your current hyperfixation
• if you're on meds, he's got an alarm set on his phone, even if you don't live together (he'll text/call you)
• having trouble remembering an important task? he's already written it down on his hand and set a reminder on his phone
• if you zone out, he's super patient with you
• need some extra stimulation? he's got you covered, whether that's through 'innocent' ways or not is up to you
• if too many tasks have been put off and you're feeling overwhelmed, he's more than happy to help you
Autism:
• kenny is the most understanding of the bunch
• having his own neurodivergency, though most likely undiagnosed, he knows firsthand tough things can get sometimes
• when he finds out, whether through you or someone else, he'll give a soft smile and a thumbs up, not treating you any differently
• if you go mute, he's there to help no matter what
• he's grateful to know someone else who may not talk as often (it feels amazing to be understood and seen)
• if he knows what your special interest is, he will be all over it with you
• expect many hand-made gifts that relate to it
• loves hearing you talk about your interests, and finds your passion towards it so so so attractive
• he's always so patient with you and your needs, and will help you no matter what
• insecure about stimming? he'll constantly reassure you
• he will ALWAYS respect boundaries you set, no matter what
• he'll help and comfort you through any burnout or meltdowns that may occur, making sure to give you space when needed
• constantly reassures you that you are loved no matter what
• if you misread a social queue, he will vouch for you and explain what happened if needed... though he doesn't always know himself
• never hold back emotions with him, he absolutely adores you and how intensely you can feel things
• you can never be too clingy with kenny
Butters
ADHD:
• if you take meds, he was probably told by his parents through a misunderstanding
• his parents probably saw you taking your meds one morning while visiting and... "YOU'RE GROUNDED MISTER!"
• Butters asks you why you are, in his parents' words, a "pill popping slut", and hands you the bottle
• after a lengthy explanation of what the meds are for, he is fully supportive of you and apologizes for his parents reaction
• after the misunderstanding is cleared with his parents, Butters is grounded again lol
• if he found out some other way, it takes him a while to understand, but boy oh boy is he supportive of you
• not only will he keep you on track, but he will praise you like no other when the task you'd been struggling with is done
• he's like your personal cheerleader
• fully willing to help you clean and stay on task while doing so
Autism:
• unless someone tells him directly, he's going to be oblivious to it
• and unless you tell him, he'll probably find out through one of cartman's many insults
• regardless, he'll be there for you no matter what
• though he may not be great at helping you with social queues, he's more than willing to help with everything else
• overstimulated? he's got sound-blocking headphones and some comfy clothes in his bag
• if you're feeling burntout, he will make it his mission to help you recover
• despite growing up how he did, butters is the kindest, most empathetic person you know, and will never invalidate you for who you are
• he's always prepared when it comes to your needs, even if that means carrying an extra bag with him when the two of you go out
• no matter what, he will make sure to remind you just how much he loves you
a/n: this was really rushed and i apologize! it might be occ, but this has been in my inbox for a while... im kind of burying myself in doing things to keep my mind off my cat :(
𝙵𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚛!!
✫★𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐬𝐡★☆:
• he'd probably be a little surprised at first, but melt into the kiss after a second
• id think that you'd make the move like he's playing his guitar, you both sitting in his room, on his bed.
• he'd be unsure for a minute, but eventually place his hands on your face or hips.
• he'd blush as soon as you pull away, laughing a little
lil' drabble (⁎˃ᴗ˂⁎):
you were sitting on your boyfriend's bed, watching him play his guitar. he was very focused, but still glanced at you to see if you enjoyed the music.
You thought about your relationships with Stan, it's been a few months since you started dating, and you still haven't kissed! he was just probably nervous, and wasn't sure what the right moment was, right?
maybe you should make the move? it might take the nervousness away! you took at small, quiet breath, hyping yourself up. when Stan focuses on his guitar again, you moved. you leaned closer to him, he looked up, fingers stumbling on the strings of his guitar. his words stuttering out, "um... b-babe? wha- what are you doing?" you'd didn't answer, you kissed him, slow, careful, a bit hesitantly.
it took him a minute, but you felt his hands reach up and land on your cheeks, thumbs rubbing your cheeks slowly. when you pulled away, he was blushing. "that... that was... nice." he said, laughing a little.
☆★𝐊𝐘𝐋𝐄 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐒𝐊𝐈★✩:
• PLEASE don't let your first kiss be in public 🙏
• he will MOVE away and look at YOU like YOU'RE insane, especially if the guys are around
• i think he's make the first move, mostly because you wouldn't know what time would be the best
• your first kiss would probably be during a study date or cooking date, a intimate, private moment
lil' drabble(⁎˃ᴗ˂⁎):
you were sitting on your boyfriend's bed, surrounded by notes and homework, a typical study date for you two.
You swear, all this paper work was so tiring! You let yourself fall back onto the bed, landing with a soft 'oof'. You groaned, "Kyleee..." You dragged out his name, earning a hum and a raised eyebrow from the redhead. You huffed, "can't we take a break? It's been a few hours now! It's been so loooonngg!"
Kyle rolled his eyes. it hasn't even been that long, he knew it. You were just... dramatic. he put his work aside and sighed. he moved so he was hovering over you. you blinked, "wha-" he leaned down before you finished, catching your lips in a soft kiss. you realize it was your first kiss, and he held the kiss for a few seconds before pulling away, with a small, smug smirk, "C'mon, babe... It hasn't been that long, you're just dramatic, and lazy. You can handle a little longer studying, okay?" you didn't put up much fight after that.
☆★𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐍𝐘 𝐌𝐂𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐊★☆:
• he'd definitely make the first move, absolutely
• your first kiss would be when he's walking you home, at your doorstep, a goodnight kiss
• he'd been waiting for the right moment, and the idea of a kiss after a date was amazing
• yes, he would absolutely walk you home, no doubt about it, don't even THINK about going alone >:(
lil' drabble(⁎˃ᴗ˂⁎):
you and Kenny were walking to your house after a very nice date he had planned. you both talked on the way, about school, the date and the next ones, or whatever else you could think of.
you both reached your doorstep and you sighed, walking up to the door. before you opened the door, Kenny had walked behind you and grabbed your hand. He turned you to face you and leaned in, kissing you. Your eyes widened before fluttering close.
Kenny waited for a while, letting the kiss last a while. but, he eventually pulled away, a lazy smile on his face. "goodnight, doll!" He walked away after, waving to you until you went inside. he now had a small grin on his face the entire time he walked home.
✩★𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐂 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐌𝐀N★✩:
• it'd be a little hard to get a decent reaction to a kiss with Cartman...
• you'd make the first move, and be prepared to get brushed off, even if he's happy inside
• i think he'd enjoy movie dates mostly! it gives him a reason to be close with you!
• Cartman doesn't really know how to express his love, so he usually results to jokes and jabs at you.
lil' drabble(⁎˃ᴗ˂⁎):
you were sitting in your boyfriend living room, eating snacks and watching a movie. This was a normal date for you.
you've been glancing at Cartman occasionally, thinking about your relationship. you haven't kissed yet! Cartman has never really tried anything, so you haven't either. he'd probably just make a shitty joke anyway.
you sighed to yourself. something must change! you turned to him, "Cartman?" He looked over at you. you leaned in and kissed him, quickly. he... didn't make a joke? he instead blushed and started grumbling to himself. you smiled to yourself, returning to the movie.
SUMMARY: in which, you witness his deaths. you remember. and care. isn't that fated?
WARNINGS: light swearing, school setting, strangers to lovers, kenny’s POV, style mention (cartman trolling), 2nd POV, no use of y/n, kenny died, kenny has a deathly hangover
WORD COUNT: 1.3k
CREDITS: dividers by @huraxy-dividers & cover by @deerminded :)
As the sole child of immortality, it wasn't unusual for Kenny's deaths to be forgotten.
It was frustrating. It took him years to get used to dying; for his memories to dull down the painful sensations of getting crushed, shot, sliced; any horrific method one could think of. The daily repetition of these sensations was physical and mental torture; especially without an ounce of a rational explanation behind his deaths. It felt like the world dedicated itself to finding ways to kill him, only to force him back to life in order to relive it all. He reasoned that the universe seriously hated him; not even just because of his forced immortality, but also because of his living situation. He would never wish his life upon anybody else.
Nobody even seemed to remember his deaths. It was like he woke up from a nightmare, that the entire day happened up until he got killed in some nonsensical manner. If he tried to tell people about it, they would stare at him like he's crazy or malnourished. Which isn't false, but it has no correlation to his deaths; they feel too real. His memories would be perpetually muffled, as if erased from everyone's mind but his own; grounds for being driven to insanity. He would be forced to remember that he has no escape from this realm, without anybody else being subjected to even a hint of an idea of this curse's true existence.
Well. Except for one oddity. Maybe.
He didn't even talk to you. It's hard enough to maintain his friendship with the three, honestly. How could he truly bond with people that can't recall a single moment of the countless of deaths that he's experienced in front of them? People that would replace him if his absence was extended?
Attachment doesn't exist for him. Its' been proven time and time again that he is disposable. Why should he treat anybody else differently?
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He woke up that dark morning with sticky sweat binding his worn parka to his body. His hands clutched at the threadbare bedsheet, as his eyes widened at the blurry ceiling.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck- fuck. I'm… I'm back."
At the realization of his return from another death, one that would be forgotten by the whole town, he felt the heavy desire to spend the day in his bed and to recover. His body showed no signs of visible signs of injury, just the typical soreness from sleeping on a mattress as flat as a pancake. But his head felt like shit.
He forced himself to sit up, the sensation of gravity making it significantly worse. A few birds chirped as he clutched his head, taking deep breaths. He looked around his room, confirming his surroundings.
—
The hallway lights were as annoyingly bright as ever. His friends were arguing about something stupid. He'd normally laugh at their ridiculousness if he wasn't babysitting a headache. His steps slowed, letting their voices slowly fade. His cloudy eyes shut tight as he kept walking, trying to focus on his footsteps over the consistent migrane.
A quiet voice chimed in next to him, as if attempting consideration towards his current state of pain. "Hey dude, you alright?"
Kenny placed his gloved hands on the top of his permanent hood, opening his eyes slightly to identify the speaker. Stan had joined him in being a few steps behind the argumentative duo, glancing at him with slight concern and curiosity.
"Mhm." he looked away, uninterested in trying to elaborate.
"Shut up Stan, Kinny's just havin' another one of his moods!"
"No, YOU shut up, fatass! Stop being an asshole!" Kyle snapped his head to Kenny, "Ignore him, you're fine."
"Yeah, we all have days we're tired."
"What, are we gonna start holding hands and holding therapy sessions for Kinny? His poor ass wouldn't even be able to afford that!"
"SHUT UP FATASS."
"Stop being an asshole, dude."
The bickering ensued with Stan jumping in, this time over defending Kenny. Kenny held a deep breath and closed his eyes; god his friends sucked at shutting up. It's like they were allergic to silence. Which is tons of fun, usually. But, god; constantly? Their chittering of voices only increased the screeches of fuzzy noise in his head.
A frantic tap on his shoulder sliced through the fog. A tired sigh escaped him, as he slightly turned and stopped walking. If the universe wants to give him an excuse to lag behind his loud ass friends, he wouldn't deny it.
He scanned the person before him, bottom up. Beside him stood someone he's never spoken to before. You were in his class, probably. He tilted his head, waiting for you to speak.
The moment his eyes made contact with you, your whole body jumped: eyes staring at him like you saw God. Or a ghost.
"Damn, what'd I do to you?" he shoved his hands in his pockets, fully facing you now.
Clearly, you had no idea what he said. Hands trembled, as if you didn't know what to do with them. Arms fidgeting, as if you wanted to hug him. What a weirdo.
He was about to turn and re-join the fading shouts of his friends, before you spoke in a shaky voice.
"You're-… here. Wait." your hand tugged at the sleeve of his parka, "Are you okay?"
What the fuck are you talking about now?
He sighed again, turning back to her. He doesn't know why you're bugging him, but it's clear he needs to shut you down. He can barely deal with interacting with his friends right now. His free hand moved to shift the front of his parka.
"Look-"
"Um-" your voice squeaked, eyes widening as you spoke. Your grip on his sleeve was still shaky, but your stance looked more resolute. "Hey- I'm happy you're here. I don't know how you're here today, but—" your mouth shut closed as you just stared at him. You looked like a dumb fish.
"Ey, where the fuck did Kinny go? KINNYYY!!"
That seemed to snap you out of it. Your face flushed in embarrassment as his silence sat, his hand letting go of the front of his parka. You sheepishly dug your hand in your left pocket, then your right, looking for something. Fingers clumsily reaching for a thin stick, hiding in the crevices of warm, sturdy, cloth.
"Here! Take this. I hope today treats you better than yesterday." Your grip held his wrist and spun it to be palm open, then placed a loosely-wrapped lollipop into his hand. As soon as the plastic wrapping touched his skin, you released your hold and backed up, clearly not wanting to stick around for Cartman's presence. "Okay, see you around, bye!!"
The lollipop was orange flavored. It was one of those lollipops that only nerds got after raising their hand and answering correctly. Kyle had a ton of these. Kenny probably had the second least out of the group; not without effort. He stared at it, feeling more confusion than gratitude. What was that about?
"Gawd Kinny, I can't believe you left me with the wannabe gay couple!" Cartman crossed his arms and rolled his eyes as he came back to grab Kenny, now alone. His multi-colored eyes snapped to the lollipop in Kenny's hand. "Ey when the hell did you get that? You're stupid as heck. Did yew steal it??"
Kenny's fingers curled around it as he shoved it in his pocket. He shifted his expression of focus to an easy smile, glancing at Cartman. "Nah. I'm not as desperate as you, fatass."
His mouth widened, staring at Kenny with shock and pure betrayal. "Ach! I came all the way here to get you, and you're talking shit? Fack yew Kinny! Last time I try bein' naice! Gosh!"
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