#kenny fanfic

[ursa-tan]

Floating

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Kenny McKormic x reader

3,928 words

All characters are 18+

Kenny returns to South Park after disappearing for 2 years upon turning 16. When he comes back with enough money to outright buy a house, you are unsure how to approach and talk to the man you had been so close to for so long. Luckily, he doesn't take you inviting yourself in with his spare key to be rude and instead invites you to join him in his room.

TW: W33d usage

The cold air stings your face as you walk down the street, listening to the show crunching underfoot with every step you take. Tentative breaths curl in the air, almost dancing in front of your eyes as you continue down the street. As much as you adored a fresh snow fall, you hated the way the freezing feeling would nip at your nose.

Footprints behind you show the path you’ve taken from your house, untouched by anyone or anything. Turns out you were the only person stupid enough to leave your house today. Even though you lived in the mountains, no one else was willing to face the frigid outside apart from you. But it was going to be worth it when you finally arrived at your destination.

Your mind wanders as do your feet, thinking about what you’re going to say to him when you finally arrive at his house. He had been gone for so long, dipping out of South Park when He was 16 and only coming back a few months ago. Sure, you had been his friend for so long before that happened, but what would He think of you now? He had been gone for practically two years. And when He had finally reappeared, He had enough money to outright buy a house and refused to talk about what He had done to get the money.

Your eyes seem to come back into focus when you’re practically on his door step. Looking up at the two-story house that He shared with his parents, staring at his window and wondering what He was going to say to you.

The spare key He kept tucked under a small rock was easy to find, obviously you still knew him better than He thought you did. Slipping it into the door, your mind wandered once again, this time racing faster than it had in a long time. Although it felt wring to slip into his house like this unannounced, you were more than grateful at the warm air greeting your frozen features.

Standing by the door, you slipped of the black snow boots and shrugged the dusty green jacket off your shoulders. The warm air almost seemed to kiss life back into your half-dead skin. It was a sensation that almost stopped you in your tracks, just wanting to indulge in the feeling, like moving out strip it away. But you knew you had to move, you had come this far, you couldn’t stop now.

As you begin to make your way up the stairs you become overly aware of a pungent and funky sent. It washes over your body in waves until you’re completely consumed by it. You know exactly what that smell is, but you don’t want to think about it. Not right not at least.

Despite trying your best to ignore it, you really can’t. Especially not when you finally get to the top of the stairs and see what you can only assume to be his door cracked open. You knew that was where the smell was coming from and somehow, just somehow, it didn’t shock you.

You have to take a deep breath to steady your racing Heart, trying to convince yourself He wasn’t going to freak out at you for arriving and inviting yourself in uninvited, but nothing you did could quell the queasiness growing in your chest.

The door was smooth under your palm, no temperature difference between the varnish and your skin. It seemed to push back as you pushed it open, a fight between you and the carpet to get the door to move out of your way. But it was all worth it when you were met with a vision of him half sprawled out on his bed. His hair was a partially ruffled mess of smooth blond locks sticking out every which way, seeming to shine slightly in the delicate light the small desk lamp on his bedside table. He was clad in nothing but grey sweats, blue and yellow socks and small black band shirt that rose up to expose the band of his boxers. His Head and upper back were partially propped up against the wall his bed was pushed up against.

Everything in your body seemed to still in the moment that his eyes met yours. Dopy and half closed, red rimmed with and almost euphoric sparkle.

“Hey Kenny…” You trail off, still wishing you had just turn tail and run before you even reached his front door.

Your eyes dropped to his signature orange parka crumpled in a Heap on the floor when He didn’t say anything. Any time you managed to push yourself to look at him, his eyes were wide in shock and confusion, but nothing said anger about him.

“(Y/n)?...” He sat up straight, both hands pressing into his rumpled sheets as He leaned forwards to get at better look at you. “I… I wasn’t expecting you,” his voice was uncertain as He spoke, almost like He was just as nervous as you.

“I know, I probably should’ve said something instead of just… coming round and letting myself in,” You could feel the voice crack that hit you half way through speaking and you cringed, having to resist the urge to recoil and practically fold into yourself.

“No, no, it’s ok.” Kenny swallowed hard, looking quickly between you and the blunt still propped up neatly in his right hand. “Come… Come and sit with me? And close the door too, please.” HE sounded so nervous as He spoke, trying not to say something wrong.

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see him running his left hand through his hair, trying to sort it out as you pushed the door over till you Head it click shut.

“Want me to lock it too?”

“Yeah.”

Once you turned around, Kenny had pulled his shirt back down and was looking at you, observing you. It didn’t take long for you to take a deep breath of the Heavily weed scented air and finally start moving to sit on the edge of his bed.

If this were anyone else, any other house you had just walked into uninvited, any other of your friends, you would’ve sat nervously. Perched nervously on the edge of the bed like you were scared of ruining their sheets or upsetting them by getting to comfortable in their space. But this was Kenny, so you had to stop yourself from falling back onto the bed and holding your hand up for him to pass you the blunt.

“Why do you look so nervous?” It felt like He was reading your mind.

“Cuz I just kinda… turned up without saying anything to you? You could’ve been doing anything.”

“I’m glad you showed up.” There was a moment of silence after He said that, especially as your eyes met and, just for a second in the low light of the room, you thought you could see dark bubbling deep in his eyes. “I feel like we haven’t talked enough since I came back to South Park.”

You felt the same way. You had only seen Kenny a few times in the 5 months He had been back, and it wasn’t nearly enough to satisfy your craving to be around the blond.

“Yeah, me either…”

The conversation felt so dry, nothing like it should. Nothing like you wanted it to.

“Fuck it, Wanna get high with me?” There was the Kenny you knew, the Kenny you had sobbed saying goodbye to at 16, the same one who had hugged you so hard you though your ribcage might burst and told you not to tell anyone He was going soft.

“Thought you’d never ask,” your grin carried in your voice as you spoke, holding a hand up and waiting for him to place the bling neatly between your two waiting forefingers.

Except He didn’t pass you the blunt. Instead, He Held a hand up to you, signalling for you to wait as He brought it to his own lips and pulled in a deep breath. Your eyes drifted down to his chest, watching it rise slowly as He inhaled. His shirt shifted with the movement, showing more of the graphic on the front.

Your concentration was broken by his spare hand coming to cup your face, tilting your face towards his. There wasn’t a moment for you to speak before He was pulling you in and firmly planting his lips against yours. They were softer than you had expected them to be. The kiss was sloppy and wet yet ever so tentative.

Your eyes fluttered shut as you felt Kenny’s lips open. They only parted slightly but you couldn’t Help but mimic his actions. One of your hands fell over the top of his, cupping it and keeping it firmly planted on your face.

Only when Kenny began to breathe out did you realise what the actual purpose of the kiss was. Slowly, you began to inhale the smoke that was pouring out of his lungs. It went down smoothly, gliding down your throat and settling in your lungs.

Once He was sure you had taken it all in, Kenny’ slowly began to pull away, eyes pulling open until He was staring into yours. His blue eyes seemed to almost sparkle in the low lighting of the room, especially as you watched them gently shift back and forth between yours, almost looking for something, a reaction of any kind. And He got it when you let out a gentle giggle, the smoke spilling from your lips and curling into the already saturated air; curling and dancing around both of your necks, almost seeming to pull you in closer.

Kenny’s face light up in a blush as you giggle, but He doesn’t dare move away. He can feel the Head of your soft breaths on his face and it drawn him in again. He wants to feel your lips, your body. It’s probably the weed driving him, placing calming hands on his shoulders and urging him forwards – but He’s sure you’ve never looked prettier in his entire life.

By the time you’ve finished giggling, Kenny had finally moved away and it taking another long drag from the blunt. He offers it to you and you take it gratefully, pulling it up to your lips and pulling in a deep breath. You notice that, just as you had when He first pulled in a breath, Kenny was watching the rise and fall of your chest carefully. His eyes didn’t move even as you Held the smoke in your lungs, even as you breathed out – He was acutely focused on you.

“Kiss me.” It was blunt, his eyes moving up to stare intensely into yours as He said it.

You felt Heat rise to your face as you chocked on your own saliva. Covering your mouth with a balled first you practically crumped up, folding in half as you tried to clear your throat. Your Heart pumped rapidly against your chest as you tried to still your mind and think clearly about what He had said.

“Is that a no?”

You sat up when you heard him speak, nearly dropping the blunt that was still balanced precariously between your forefingers.

“No! I just- caught me off guard,” your voice wobbles as you speak, taking deep breaths and forcing yourself to look into his eyes.

Once again, silence settled between the both of you as your eyes met. Only this time, it didn’t end in one of you taking a drag from the now spent blunt, or an awkward comment – but rather in another kiss.

Kenny pressed his lips against yours, one hand moving to cup your face while the other takes the blunt from your hand. You relax, tilting your Head and leaning into the kiss as He fumbles behind the both of you to get rid of the blunt in an ashtray on his bedside table. His lips were soft against yours, wet from where he had been licking them. You move to hold onto his shoulders, moving your lips against his in perfect harmony.

The hand that had previously been fiddling with the ashtray moved to rest on your waist, massaging the soft flesh through the hoodie you were wearing. Slowly, he began to guide you, swivelling you around until your head was laying on his pillow. Not once was did his lips move away from yours while he shifted.

Your hands move from where they had been resting on his biceps, slowly gliding up to his shoulders and into his messy golden-blond locks. Carding your fingers through his hair, you began to feel the need to breathe and had to gently tug on his hair to get him to pull away.

The second his lips were parted from yours, He was attacking your neck. Sloppy kisses down the side of your neck, right over your pulse point. He was leaving a trail of saliva as He went, beginning to slowly nip at the conjunction between your shoulder and your neck.

Kenny began to nip harder at your skin, sucking gently on the spot he was nipping. You let out a quiet moan from deep in your throat, pulling gently at his hair as he continued his ministrations. Finally, he pulled away, kissing the small and newly forming bruise.

“Fuck…” His breath puffed out over your now wet neck.

“Kenny,” You moaned gently, head tilted back and eyes squeezed closed.

Kenny’s hands began to slide under your shirt, splaying over your stomach. His thumbs began to move, brushing gently over your soft skin. You arch you back, pushing against his gently calloused hands.

“Can I take this off?” He mumbled into your neck, hands pulling out of your shirt to gently tug at it. You nodded gently as an answer, mumbling out a soft yes.

With your confirmation, he began to pull your shirt up and over your head. You had to arch your back and roll with him to help him pull it off. As soon as the shirt was no longer on your body, it was thrown to the floor beside his parka and his mouth was on your abdomen. More sloppy kisses were being placed on your heated skin, trailing down towards the top of your jeans.

He doesn’t even speak this time, just looking up at you with his gorgeous blue eyes and hooking his fingers into the top. The gentle tugging and ideas of what were to come drove you to lift your hips and let out a gentle whine. As soon as he felt your hips lift up, he was undoing the button and tugging your jeans down your legs. They were discarded on the floor beside your shirt within seconds of finally being freed from your legs.

You felt arousal drip into a pool un your stomach, causing your slick to pool in your panties as you waited for him to remove them. Instead, shock hit you as you felt his tongue press against your core through the silk material of your panties.

“Kenny!” you gasp, propping yourself up on your elbows to look down at him. His eyes were closed in what looked like bliss, lips pressed against your clothed entrance. He didn’t open his eyes, even when you laced a hand into his hair and tugged slightly.

Kenny pulled away slightly, lips still ghosting your panties as he mumbled something. You couldn’t hear it, but you didn’t have time to ask about it as he pressed his mouth against you again. It felt amazing, even through your panties.

It doesn’t last much longer as Kenny presses his hands against the outsides of your thighs. Pushing against them slightly and moving upwards until his fingers are slipping under the thin straps that hug your hips. He pulls away far enough to slide off your panties, letting them drop one he’s pulled them off your knees. You take a second to kick them off properly, tossing them in a direction you’re not quite sure of. They were probably gonna be lost in Kenny’s room until he cleaned up a little.

You look down as him, watching him carefully as he stares at your dripping core. Embarrassment rises in your chest as you watch him stare. Eventually it becomes too much and you let yourself fall back, pulling an arm over your face and hiding in the crook of your own elbow.

The feeling doesn’t last long though, as Kenny grabs your things, pulling them up onto his shoulders and tentatively pressing his lips against your now exposed core. Everything felt so sensitive as he began to run his tongue through your folds, groaning against your pussy. You manage another peak at the blond caged between your thighs, face contorted in pleasure as he eats you out. Deep moans reverberate from somewhere within his chest, rising though his throat and passing straight into your pussy.

Your thighs pull in tighter around his head as his tongue finds your clit, pressing small, tight circles into the sensitive bundle of nerves. The muscles in your lower stomach and leg begin to twitch as he stimulates the little swollen bud, pushing against it in was that your fingers could never achieve. Even with such little stimulation your back was already beginning to arch, legs bending to pull him in closer against you.

“Fuck, Kenny…” You mumble, feeling a hand trace gentle yet calming circles on your outer thigh. They kept you in the moment, seeming to stop you from floating off and pulling you back into his mattress.

“You taste so good.” You barely hear him as he mumbles his words against your cunt. His voice carried something so loving that you couldn’t help but let out a gentle sigh, pulling at his soft locks slightly.

Your ankles cross as he pushes his mouth harder against you, tongue moving to run through your folds and press against your clit in a repetitive motion. It was driving you mad, the perfect feeling.

Slowly, the hand that had been practically massaging your thigh came to trace the underneath of it, never breaking contact with your skin as It moved. You felt it travel further, eventually moving to your inner thigh before gently tracing your entrance.

One of Kenny’s finger dipped into your cunt, only slipping in up to the second knuckle before pulling out again. You could feel your pussy fluttering as he did it again, sliding in a little further this time. He kept doing it, pulling his finger out and gently sliding it back in, until he reached the base of this finger – then he stopped being so careful. His finger began to pump into you a bit faster, curling up against your soft walls. You were already squirming, but it only gets worse as Kenny continues swirling his tongue over your sensitive clit.

His moaning only serves to drive you further towards the edge, making your face scrunch up in pleasure as his face begins to move, encouraging you to grind your hips against his face. And you did. He begins to moan more, and you half expect him to grab your hip and pull you in closer, only to feel him shift below you and hear him start to whimper.

The pleasure was only building up in your body, dripping and pooling into a white-hot puddle in your belly. Back arching and other hand digging into his hair, pulling him impossibly closer against you. His tongue felt like it was working magic with every flicker, searing pleasure shooting though your body.

Your climax edged ever closer, only pushed by the fact that you could feel Kenny’s arm moving. Everything about the moment felt perfect.

Finally, the rope snapped and you were sent tumbling over the edge, thighs tensing and hands tugging at his hair. You became deaf to your own moans, his name tumbling form your lips as he guided you through your orgasm.

You felt like you were floating as you finally began to come down from your high. Kenny’s head was still pressed neatly between your legs, blond locks now messy and covering his eyes. However, he didn’t move, slit gently lapping at your now encroaching overstimulated pussy. His hand working faster to finish himself as he kept his focus on you.

Whimpers began to fill your throat and mouth, spilling into the air, accompanied by the wet sounds of your own pleasure and the quiet murmurs of his. His moaning got louder, lips finally separating from your hot core so his face could press into your thigh, gasping against your soft skin as he pushed himself further and further towards the edge.

“Fuck… (Y/n)...” he was speaking into your thigh as your hands still scratched lightly at his scalp, hips bucking up into his fist and panting. You could hear him reaching his own end, mumbling words bubbling up in what seemed like begging.

Kenny finally reached his end, body twitching and free hand gripping your thigh. He buried his face into your soft skin, nuzzling slightly as he rode through his high. His hand stopped, pulling away from himself and moving to rest on your thigh.

His face stayed there for a moment, regaining his breath recovering from the feeling. The warmth of his breathing puffing against your thighs was comforting and almost began to lull you into sleep. You could feel your mind slipping, drifting away as your eyes fought it stay open.

In your half-awake state, you could feel Kenny rise, pressing his palms against your thighs to help himself up. He gently rubbed his hands against the hot, soft skin in small, soothing motions.

Kenny leant down, pressing a kiss against your neck, holding himself chest to chest with you for a second. His voice was gentle as he mumbled something into your ear that you didn’t really pick up, both hands cupping your hips, thumbs massaging the skin.

A whine is pulled from your throat as his warmth is peeled away from your body. You reach up, eyes still closed, searching for the body that has already left. The faint noise of feet padding out of the door lets you know he’s leaving.

After a few minutes, you heard Kenny renter the room. His body once again moved to rest between your thighs. Shivers ran through your body when a warm washcloth pressed against your thighs, cleaning where his hands had pressed against you. You let out a light whimper as he pressed it against your core, gently cleaning you.

“Are you ok?” His voice was soft, causing you to crack your eyes open to look at his face. His soft blue eyes scanned your face, waiting for a reaction. You couldn’t summon much more than a small nod, feeling yourself melt into the mattress.

There was a small shuffle as hands slid under you, moving you until your body was laying properly on the bed. The mattress dipped as a warm body slipped in next to you. Kenny’s warmth was once again pressed against your bare skin, a hand sliding around your body until his hand was pressed into your back, keeping you pressed against him. You didn’t fight this, nuzzling into his warmth, your face pressing against his chest. The gentle hands of sleep finally took you, letting you fall into that floating feeling as you listened to Kenny breathe just above your head.

#south park #kenny mcormick x reader #kenny mccormick #kenny fanfic #kenny mcormick fanfic #x reader #x fem reader #cunningulus #fanfic #fanfiction #nsft fanfic #all characters 18+

[kenny-the-ken]

Imagine being high school sweethearts with kenny and quickly trying to have sex without getting caught because he’s so horny lmao like hes begging for some head round the back of the school lol

Don't Be Shy

I love love LOVE this request!!! Part 2 of YOU + ME and My Brother's Best Friend will hopefully be up by later tonight or tomorrow!! Please keep the requests coming guys, writing these are keeping me sane at the moment, the terrible twos are no joke 😭💀 AGED UP CHARACTERS!!

"Baby, please? Not even a quickie?" Kenny whined at you, as you continued to walk down the school corridor, shaking your head.

"No way, Ken. After school, yes of course, but in school where we could get caught? Nuh-uh!" You replied and he frowned, pouting his lips at you and trying his best to give you puppy dog eyes.

"But watching you in Physical Education babe, god and the fact you swore that skort too, it's so short and your boobs and ass looked incredible! Please?" And he was back once again on his tangent of begging and pleading with you, and he was starting to wear you down, and he knew it.

"Okay, what about, we don't have to have sex, but maybe even a quick blowie out the back where no one is during class times?" Kenny asked and you paused for a moment, seriously considering it.

"I'll think about it." Was all you said, before giving him a quick kiss on the lips and making your way to class.

He had a free period while you were in art, and having most of your work done, you decided to toy with your overly horny boyfriend.

Y/n: Hey Ken, can I ask you a question?

Kenny 🧡: Yeah baby, what's up?

Y/n: So I bought some new lingerie a few days back and I only got round to trying it on yesterday evening, I took a few pics for you, I just wanted your opinion on them.

Attachment: 5 images

Kenny opened them and his jaw dropped to his feet, you were so good at taking lude shots of yourself, and you knew this would drive him crazy, his cock was rock solid, and that's exactly what you wanted.

Kenny 🧡: I think I want you to wait for me in the disabled access toilet on the first floor.

And you smirked scanning his message before putting up your hand and asking to be dismissed to use the bathroom.

Unbeknownst to you, when you got there the door was locked, and you tried the handle a few times, before the person on the inside unlocked it, opened it enough for you to be pulled in by their hand and the door was locked again as Kenny pinned you to it.

"You think you're funny, hmm? Sending me those pictures of you looking like you were just waiting for me to come in and tear them off you and remind you who this pussy belongs to." He said, his hand going straight up your school skirt and right to your wet panties.

You let out a small moan at the contact and Kenny slowly pushed you to the floor on your knees, unbuckling his belt and pulling his jeans and boxers down, his large cock springing free and sitting against his stomach.

"Suck." Was all he said, grabbing your hair that was tied in a high pony and moving your face closer to his dick. You grabbed it with your hand, your tongue licking the bead of precum off the tip before hollowing your cheeks and taking him as best you could into your mouth.

Fuck this was just what Kenny needed, he'd been longing for you, your mouth, your pussy, anything as long as it was you. And his moans were deep and breathy, as you bobbed your head, staring up at him with a gaze of innocence.

"So pretty, Princess. Looking so innocent with your lips wrapped around my cock." Kenny moaned out, his hips bucking forward causing you to choke slightly, and he smirked.

"What's wrong, can't take it baby?" He teased before setting a quick pace with his hips bucking forward, you could feel his cock hitting the back of your throat, saliva and precum running down your chin, your hands on Kenny's thighs as you swallowed around him, earning a strangled moan from him.

"Fuck, your throat feels so good, what a little slut you really are." Kenny groaned once more, gasping as your hands cupped his balls, massaging them gently, your cheeks hollowing around him, sucking as best as you could, your eyes watering.

"Gonna make you look like a mess, slut." He moaned out, his hips quickening and his thrusts starting to become sloppy.

"Getting close, baby, gonna come in your mouth and you're gonna swallow everything I give you, understand?" Kenny asked, earned a hum from yourself in response as his grip tightened on your hair, moving your head quicker to meet his rough thrusts.

"F-Fuck, y/n!" Kenny moaned out, his vision going white as he came in your mouth, his back arching slightly, your head still bobbing up and down his over sensitive cock, milking every drop of cum from him, and swallowing, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand as you smirked up at him.

His hand cupped your face, leaning down to place a gentle kiss on your lips. "You have no idea the things I'm gonna do to you when we get back to my house." His voice was deep, and he offered you his hand to help you up, pulling you into a warm embrace.

"Thank you, baby. I love you." Kenny whispered into your ear, placing a kiss on your forehead before slapping you on the ass.

"Now get that pretty ass of yours back to class before we get in trouble." He said, and you laughed, a smile on your face, kissing your boyfriend before unlocking the door, sneaking out one after the other as Kenny walked you to your class, leaving you off with a kiss.

"I'll meet you at lunchtime." He said with a wink, before heading back to his free period.

Your teacher inquired as to why you had been gone for so long as you made up an excuse, saying you felt like you were going to be sick, but you and Kenny both knew that was was the furthest thing from the truth.

#kenny mccormick #kenny mccormick smut #kenny mccormick x reader #kenny south park #kyle south park #stan south park #stan marsh #eric cartman #south park #kyle brovlofski #south park x reader #kenny x reader #sp x reader #x reader #south park fandom #fanfic

[mioviaz]

clementine twdg fanart (non apocalyptic au)

#twdg season 4 #clementine twdg #twdg clementine #twdg #twdg fanart #twdg s4 #fanart #telltales the walking dead #violentine #clouis #twdg fanfic #twdg violet #louis twdg #twdg aj #kenny twdg #video games #fyp2023 #fypシ゚viral #wlw post

[gimpyhair]

Stupid prompt/drabble to the universe:

Levi receives a report on his desk, signed Hange Zoe-Ackerman. He decides to confront Hange about it, banging on their door "Yo, four-eyes, what's the meaning of this!?".

Hange opens the door, kinda awkward, and responds "oh, I didn't mean for you to find out this way-" Levi sees a ring on their finger and is super confused (did he fucking married Hange without realizing it). Hange then happily screams "-but I'm your new aunty!❤️"

Kenny comes out of nowhere and fully kisses Hange on their lips. Levi is speechless, under shock, does not compute, error 404

Kenny gives Levi pocket money and tells smugly him to go buy an ice cream or something to "give the grown ups some alone time". Hange giggles in a very ooc way, then playfully smacks Kenny'ass

Levi immediately wakes up, screaming (a la Kakyoin screaming meme). Hange, who is laying on the same bed, is like "babe, what's wrong, titans again?". Hange is ready to go full comfort-mode like every classic levihan fanfiction. But Levi refuses to talk because of how fucking stupid that nightmare was.

#of course im happy for romi park and kazuhiro yamaji #prompt for anyone who actually want to write a fanfic or do a comic #levihan #hange zoe #snk #levi ackerman #kenny ackerman #hange x kenny #crack #shingeki no kyojin #attack on titan #hanji zoe #levi x hange #aot #prompt

[nonoiswearidraw21]

A small comic of Butter's and Mysterion's interaction from my (favorite) fanfiction "Crimson and Clover" written by @leela-small !! It might be a spoiler from chapter two??? I'm sorry, but go read it if you ship Bunny!!! It's adorable. Hope you like it! <33

#Bunny sp #bunny #mysterion sp #mysterion #kenny mccormick #butters sp #kenny sp #leopold butters stotch #fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #fanart #art #my art! #south park comic #comic #artists on tumblr #tumblr artists

[scumbag4scumbag]

This one's for the gays... (queers, bis, pans, trans, etc)

Gonna run this poll for a week... this IS for actual reasons, so please vote... Going on the honor system that queer folks only will vote, but I know there's no way to know for sure, so please be nice.

#queer wrestling fans #homoerotic graps #wwe #aew #gcw #tna #cody rhodes #wrestlemania #roman reigns #rhea ripley #drew mcintyre #punkintyre #swerve strickland #hangman adam page #ao3 fanfic #for the gays and the baes #golden lovers #kenny omega #kota ibushi #the acclaimed #daddy ass #scissor me daddy ass #max caster #anthony bowens #billy gunn #cm punk #pretty deadly #elton prince #kit wilson #seth rollins

[brook1yn-baby]

all mine

main 4 dating hcs <3

characters; kyle broflovski, stan marsh, kenny mccormick, eric cartman x gender-neutral reader

warnings; just a smidge of smut :3

a/n; first actual post 😱 also theyre like 18/19 in this

kyle broflovski:

he’s absolutely lovesick.

bro wrote and performed a love song for rebecca when he was in 3rd grade

you can be damn sure he’s doing that and more for you

only in private though, not big on pda, especially when you’re around his friends

you both know how much he likes you, so he doesn’t feel the need to put on a show when you’re in public

he’ll sling a loose arm around your shoulders while he’s talking to the guys or sit next to you during lunch, little things that tell you he’s still yours

his jealousy does sometimes get the better of him though

probably a little insecure in the relationship, scared he’s gonna lose you to cartman like he did with heidi

one time the five of you were at a party and kyle started squaring up to guy who’d asked you if you were single

sorta gave you the ick but he made up for it by walking you home, giving you a tipsy goodnight kiss and a lopsided grin before stumbling over your porch steps and heading back to stan’s place, the other guys having to hold him up the whole way there

that was the first and last time you’d seen him drink

after you told him about his attempt to fight some random guy, he decided that it’d probably be better for everyone if he stuck to being the designated driver

oh and he loves how close you are with his family

the first time he invited you over for dinner, he was terrified about his parents embarrassing him

almost cancelled when his mom wouldn’t stop saying that her ‘little bubaleh’ was in love

still, you managed to charm them the whole night, asking questions about gerald’s job and helping sheila clean up after dinner, even enduring ike’s constant questioning about if you and kyle were gonna get married

that’s when he knew he’d found the right one

definitely ended the night with your guys’ first kiss <3

stan marsh:

i’m gonna be honest he’s a fucking loser

definitely not the most attentive boyfriend you’ve ever had, but probably the best you were gonna get in south park

it’s a small town and options are slim, so you often had to give stan the benefit of the doubt

absolutely terrible at replying to messages

if you two aren’t physically together, you probably don’t talk

luckily for you, he’s a whiny bitch and will most definitely complain when he’s not with you

meaning most of your free time is spent at his house, listening as he practices guitar, playing video games or just laying in his arms

you could go to his and just nap the whole time and he’d still be happier than if you weren’t with him

you know his relationship with his dad isn’t the best, so you have to be prepared for many late-night ‘can i come over’ texts

most of the time it’s because randy’s drunk or just being a dick and he can’t stand to be around him

and obviously, you’re his safe place

sometimes though, his messages are a little less innocent

he’s a teenage boy at the end of the day, and he has needs

(as do you ;))

you and stan have a pretty stable relationship in comparison to him and wendy, but there’s been times when you two had to go on a break

whether it’s because of his constant need to be around you or his drinking, sometimes you just needed space

you and shelley def complain about him together when you’re on a break

she’s a couple years older but she gets it better than anyone

her own relationship was pretty rocky too, so it was nice to just vent to eachother, probably with a bottle of wine and takeout

it was probably a little weird that you still hung out with his sister when you and him were on a break, but you honestly didn’t care

you and stan never stay broken up for long though, the both of you eventually crawling back

maybe it was a little toxic, maybe you knew it wasn’t really gonna last, but for now, you had him and he had you

that’s all that mattered <3

kenny mccormick:

good old kenny mcwhoremick.

despite the rumours of his promiscuous lifestyle, his body count was actually significantly lower than you expected

not that you cared; you were actually quite happy that he was so experienced- not many boys your age knew how to pleasure both themselves and their partner

he wasn’t just great in bed, either

he’s quick to fall for you, infatuated with you after just a few meetings

immediately takes on a sort of caring role in the relationship, definitely protective, similarly to how he looks after karen

it was nice to have someone so doting, though you had to remind him a few times that you could take care of yourself

he simply shakes his head, stubborn as ever

speaking of karen, you adored her

anytime kenny invited you to his house, you spent most of your time playing dolls with her or letting her do your hair

he loved how motherly you acted towards her

probably got him thinking about starting a family with you tbh

he absolutely loves showing you off, be it with pda, on social media, whatever

you were his and he wanted everyone to know

definitely has a highlight on insta dedicated to photos of you, and a playlist of songs that remind him of you

(also of songs that he’d thought about fucking you to)

though you do spend lots of time at his house now, he was really against the idea when you first started dating

you’d suggest watching a movie at his place and he’d come up with some excuse to do it at yours instead

it wasn’t that he didn’t want to spend time with you, he was just embarrassed of where he lived after years of teasing from the other boys

one day you decided to show up out of the blue, wanting to surprise him for his birthday with presents

he’s gobsmacked when he opens the door, quickly trying to divert your attention away from the mess in his living room, his parents passed out on the couch

you reassure him that you don’t mind, asking if he wanted you to go; you really wanted to stay and see his reactions to your gifts, but you weren’t going to push him if he was uncomfortable

he was relieved when you said you didn’t mind, finally inviting you in

it was the first time he’d let a partner into his house which was terrifying in itself, but he calmed down when he saw how relaxed you seemed, getting comfy on his bed and waiting for him to open his presents

you obviously didn’t care how messy his home was, or how his parents weren’t the best at looking after their kids

you only cared about him <3

eric cartman:

listen, as much as i love the enemies to lovers trope with cartman, i love the fake dating trope even more

(and i love combining the two the most teehee)

cartman had recently received some pretty embarrassing information about you, and decided to make the most of it while he’s coming up with his newest scheme

you had had a crush on one of the other boys in your class for a few months and, even though you’d only told your closest friends, somehow he’d found out

so, in order to make heidi jealous, he’d forced you to be his pretend partner in exchange for not telling your crush you liked him

it was humiliating- having to hold his hand as he walked you to class, sitting with him at lunch, enduring his sickly-sweet pet names..

..only at first, though

after a few weeks, you’d come to enjoy the routine the fake relationship provided

you also found that you actually liked spending time with eric, and he could be pretty funny when it was just you two

you did your best to shove your feelings down, slightly ashamed and pissed off that you liked him, of all people

still, it couldn’t be helped- you had stopped staring longingly at your crush during class, eyes fixed on cartman across the room

it didn’t help that heidi didn’t seem too jealous either, causing him to ramp up the ‘pretend’ affection

when you were around him, he acted like he couldn’t get enough of you; playing with your hair, caressing your face, all the while keeping a strong arm around your shoulders, like he wanted to keep you close to him

as much as you liked the attention he was giving you, it was infuriating knowing he was only like this to get heidi back

it all came to a head when he tried to kiss you as she walked past you both in the hallway

you pushed him back, all of the feelings you’d been forcing down suddenly overflowing, choking on tears as you walked away

you knew when he didn’t bother following you that this relationship really was just pretend to him

it wasn’t until later that night when he showed up on your doorstep, hands in his pockets, sighing, that you realised maybe you were wrong

he obviously wasn’t big on apologising but tried his best, looking slightly annoyed as he admitted that he’d only blackmailed you into being his fake partner because he knew you’d say no if he actually asked you out

his logic was completely insane to you, but from eric’s point of view, he genuinely saw it as his only option to call you his partner

your heart melted as you thought about how he went through all that just because he had a crush on you

you don’t say anything in response, shocking him a little as you walk towards him, wrapping your arms around him and laying your head on his chest

sure, you’d hugged before, but it was awkward and emotionless, just pretend

this was different- his arms enveloped you, pulling you close as you felt him laugh

he was most definitely gonna tease you later for being ‘obsessed’ with him, but you could deal with it

after all, you were really, actually his <3

#brook1yn-baby #south park #kyle brovlofski #kyle broflovski x reader #stan marsh #stan marsh x reader #kenny mccormick #kenny mcormick x reader #eric cartman #eric cartman x reader #headcanon #fanfic

[vctrvn-ls]

Happy Baking • |Niko| •

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summary: baking with Niko and then attending AJ’s party where he goes crazy, leading to a not so pleasant morning

warnings: alcohol, language, kissing (?)

word count: 3.3k

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"Give me that!" You screeched, hurling yourself at Niko.

"OW!" He wailed through his infinite laughter, holding up the bag of flour which was obviously out of your reach.

You strained as you gripped into him from the back, legs wrapped around his waist and arms painfully pushing onto his shoulders.

"Give. It." You swatted at his raised arm in attempt to get the flour "OMILANA!" You roared into his ear, causing him to flinch in pain, relaxing his arm, allowing you to snatch the bag and land perfectly on your feet.

"You are crazy." Niko rubbed his ear as he eyed your proud face.

"You're a disappointment." You comment, trying your best to hold a serious face.

"And you're short." He responds bluntly, making you spill out in giggles which contagiously got to him. The two of you laugh, mutually staring and resulting in harder laughter because of how ridiculously funny you both looked while doing it.

"Oh my god," you wheeze grabbing onto the table "I can't breathe."

Niko replies with a series of coughs before taking in a sharp breathe and calming down.

"Your face," he shakes his head, without evaluating exactly what 'your face'.

"Alright," you sniff before reading the instructions off your phone. "Add the flour to the mixture."

Niko takes the bowl of your previously mixed ingredients and places it in front of you, pointing at it.

"What?" You eye him "Give me the measuring cup!" You say aggressively.

"I was supposed to be chef. Why are you giving me orders!? You can't even bake!"

You scoff "And you can!?"

"Yes!"

"No!"

He groans and obediently goes to find a clean measuring cup while you continued to read the instructions.

"Wait." Niko pauses with the measuring cup in hand "Can Muslims have dairy?"

You freeze and look up at him. And then your expression changes as you furrow your eyebrows "You're the one who was friends with him for like five years, genius."

"I forgot." Niko says innocently as his eyebrows knit on his forehead.

"Aj probably should reconsider inviting you over after that statement." You open google and read aloud "Milk, cheese, yogurt and butter can all be eaten."

Niko let's out a genuine sigh and hands you the measuring cup.

You take the packet of flour and rip it open, making a small cloud of white burst.

"You're gonna make a mess!" Niko shouted out playfully, grabbing your shoulders and pretending to be bothered.

"This?" You look at him "A mess?"

He blinked.

"I'll show you a mess."

Niko didn't even have a second to say 'no I'm sorry I was just playing' when he felt your hands rubbing all over his face, smudging a chalky texture onto his cheeks.

"Oh no." You said extra sarcastically "A mess!" And then went back to measuring out the ingredients. Niko stood behind you in pure shock. Eyebrows up and mouth wide open. He couldn't tell if you were playing, like him, or if he just genuinely managed to piss you off.

"Hey what the-ACHOO!"

"Niko!" You exclaim "You're gonna get AJ sick!" Suppressing giggles, but still managing to sound serious.

Niko rubbed his face, forgetting he was completely covered in flour and getting some into his eyes.

You were just about to make fun of him and his friendship with AJ when you noticed Niko struggling to blink as he tried to get the flour off in distress.

"Ow." He commented simply, not being able to open his eyes because of how badly it stung.

"Oh my god." You say in mom-tone and grab his elbow, leading him to the kitchen sink.

"Lean down you, lamppost." You pull him down by his collar and turn on the tap, rinsing your hands before beginning to wipe his powdery face.

Niko couldn’t help but struggle to fight the need to rub his eyes.

"Ow it actually hurts." He says, furrowing his eyebrows and wincing from the discomfort, screwing his eyes shut even more.

He reaches for his face but you swat away his hands.

"Just wait." You state, wiping his face and moving onto his eyes. You really did feel like a mom in the moment, busily swiping at his eyes and trying to get all the flour out.

"Idiot." You comment as Niko finally manages to open his right eye.

"You're the one who put flower on my face!" He declares as you continue to mama him.

"Yeah well you could've thought a little before rubbing it in your eyes." You swipe away the remaining flour with your thumb and proceed to wash your hands.

"Thank you." Niko bats his eyes open, making sure he's comfortable with blinking again.

You hum in response and pat his shoulder, walking past him and back to the cake mixture.

He watches you work with the batter as you pour in the flower and start to mix.

You glance at him.

"What the hell are you staring it?" You huff as you struggle to stir the thick mixture that developed annoying pieces of flour inside.

"You know you should start cooking more." He crosses his arms as a smile crawls onto his face.

You raise a brow not knowing what he was implying.

"You look good doing it."

You roll your eyes, but fail to cover up the grin that came with that compliment. Niko notices your positive response and swiftly spins behind you, leaning over and wrapping his hand around your waist, resting his chin on the top of your head, his favorite position to be in no matter where.

"Niko." You say sternly, still trying your best to mix the batter.

"Hm?" He almost purrs in response.

"Wrong. Time."

"I don't know what you're talking about." You feel him shrug behind you, making you let out a sigh.

This man, you thought.

"If you help me with this," you put down the spatula and turn to face him, still trapped in his embrace "Maybe," you wrapped your hands around his neck "While the cake is baking," you  brought his face down to yours, inches away "We can kill some time." Your lips lightly brush against his as you practically whisper the last few words.

Niko swallows as his eyes widen in response to your siren ones.

And obviously you got him to do it. While you began getting ready for Aj's party, Niko fussed over the cake. First with the food coloring and then with the oven.

"How's it going?" You walk into the kitchen, noticing Niko kneeled down in front of the oven as he spun the little wheels.

"I can't seem to-" his words paused for a split second seeing you in a towel with your wet hair slightly resting over your face "I don't know what." He made no sense, but you came over to help as he pointed to the oven.

You had managed to turn it on with ease as Niko watched you, not knowing wether to be fascinated by your ability to turn on the oven or him.

"40 minutes." You state as the oven emits a satisfying 'bling'.  The two of you stand up and only then do you notice Niko's apron.

You giggle "You really went all in didn't you?"

He shrugged looking away shyly.

You smirk and reach around his waist to untie the bow in the back, pressing your body dangerously close to his. Niko's lips slightly part in shock at the close contact, giving you a chance to pull him down with your hands around his neck and slip your tongue in.

As your tongue worked around the inside of his lips and against his own, you caught onto a familiar sweet taste. You pulled away from the kiss, leaving Niko confused.

You licked your lips "And exactly how much batter did you eat, mister?"

He smiled, as innocently as he could "I had to make sure it was ok for AJ to eat." He tried to justify his actions.

You roll your eyes, hiding a chuckle.

"Can we maybe," Niko motioned with his hand from you to him "Continue?"

You suppress a smile before taking his hand and heading up the stairs to your room.

DING!

Niko groans tightening his grip on you laying next to him “Can we just not go?” He says lazily, nuzzling into your temple as you chuckle.

It was nice and cozy under the covers, with Niko additionally keeping you warm with his bare arms. You sigh patting his shoulder, truth be told you were just as lazy as Niko, but you needed to get up before the cake burnt and all your efforts went to waste.

You just started to shuffle in your position to sit up, when Niko stopped you.

“Nooo,” he whined pulling you in closer to him.

“Niko.” You shake your head with a smile on your face “Cmon.” You look up at him, seeing his big brown eyes staring at you, half open.

You smirk placing a small kiss on his lips making him pull an even more distressed face, hinting at the fact that he still didnt want to get up.

“Cmon cmon cmon,” you use all your strength to sit up and pull him up along with you.

He falls onto you, dramatically closing his eyes and making an ‘im dead’ sound.

You laugh bringing your hand up to his naked back and patting it “Get up, giant.” You manage to slip out from under him and grab his shirt from the floor, which was thrown in a fit of passion half an hour ago.

“Hey!” He calls out as he notices you leave with nothing but his shirt on. “My shirt.” He mumbles, getting up from the bed.

Fast forward to the two of you almost ready and decorating the cake.

“CAREFUL!” You hiss at Niko as his hand shakes while squeezing out a letter ‘H’ onto the cake.

“You shush.” He says in hushed tones as he concentrates. You watch him finish the letters ‘HBD’ and move onto ‘AJ’.

Despite your constant displeased comments about how wonky the letters were, the final result looked rather good.

“Cold.” Niko grins looking at the masterpiece he created. You nod “That’s actually not bad.”

The two of you stare at the cake.

“I think he’s gonna like it.” You put your arm around Niko, not taking your eyes off the cake.

“We need to get the other gift.” Niko referred to AJ’s ‘dream’ watch that the two of you had bought together.

“It’s in my room. When’s George gonna pick us up?”

“In twenty.” Niko said, looking at his phone.

“TWENTY!?” You exclaim.

“Yeah what’s up?” Niko furrows his eyebrows “I thought you were ready?” He takes a step back and looks you up and down, focusing on the beautiful black dress that you were wearing.

“I gotta do my makeup.” Makeup was an overstatement, for the last few weeks you’d just do something that would make you look more alive. Like curling your lashes at least.

“Makeup?” Niko repeated “You look amazing I thought you already did everything.”

“Aw tha-Wait.”

“I mean you always look amazing-”

You purse your lips and raise a brow.

He smiles showing his teeth, not knowing how to improve the situation.

“I gotta go. Can I trust you to carefully package the cake?”

Niko looks at the cake and then at you. Then at the cake. “Yes?”

You roll your eyes “Just please be careful.” And with that you hurry to your room to finish getting ready.

“Alright.” Niko turns to the cake, hyping himself up “Let’s pack you up.”

In an hour you were already in George’s car and driving towards the outskirts of London.

More specifically Essex, where AJ had rented a cottage at a resort to celebrate his birthday.

It had been a while since your last big party, and this was the first time you would be going as non-single, which was a little worrying considering the fact that you were crazy when drunk.

Despite AJ being a Muslim and not drinking, he did mention that there was going to be alcohol. You knew Niko didn’t drink and neither did George, so you were extra safe if things were to go left.

“We’re here.” George parked in a dark grassy spot. From the window you could see a small house practically in the middle of nowhere.

You got out of the car and stretched, yawning.

“Already tired?” George chuckled, walking over to the trunk and pushing it open.

“Yeah.” You say, taking the white box that he handed you, which had your cake inside.

“I got the watch.” Niko called out from the other side of the car.

George shut the trunk and turned off the car as the three of you began walking towards the cottage.

“What did you get him?” You noticed a red bag in George’s hand.

“A watch holder.” He glanced at Niko who was smiling.

“Did you tell him about the watch?” You turned to Niko.

“Obviously.”

“Well that is genius.” You nodded, impressed by the creativity and practicality.

“I know.” George grinned proudly.

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

“You think everyone’s already here?” You ask.

“It’s a little quiet for everyone to be here.” Niko replies. Suddenly you hear the lock click and the door opened, revealing AJ with the biggest smile in the world.

“Happy Birthday!” The three of you shout in unison.

“Ayeee,” Aj claps before stepping aside “Come in, come in.” He urges.

“Heyy,” you say, hugging Aj hello and handing him the gift.

“Oh what’s this?” He looks at the white box.

“It’s-”

“Don’t tell him, he’s gotta open it.” Niko nudged you before you could spoil the surprise.

“Oh right, right.” AJ nods taking the box.

“Thank you so much. You guys, come into the kitchen.”

“It’s so empty.” Niko notices as you all follow Aj.

You turn the corner and instantly get greeted with a couple of cheers.

“More people!”

You see Filly, Sharky, Kenny and Harry Pinero huddled around the table, along with some Beta Squad crew members.

“Oh my gosh!” Niko laughs excitedly “Harry!”

You giggle at Niko’s reaction as he puts down the gift and goes around the table to greet everyone. After a full round of hugging and fist bumps, he returns to your side to witness Aj’s reaction to the gift.

“You gotta start with this one.” You point to the white box.

“Alright.” AJ pulls the box over.

“CAREFUL!” You and Niko both yell, visibly tensing up.

Everyone starts laughing while you and Niko exchange worried glances.

“Okay, okay.” AJ says, and carefully finds the opening of the box. As he lifts up the top his face lights up “Oh it’s a cake!”

He observes it “You guys made it yourselves?”

“Yep, from scratch. She made me do it.” Niko pokes your shoulder making everyone chuckle.

“Wow it looks great! I bet it tastes good too.”

“Yeah Niko’ll tell you, he had like all the batter yeah?” You look up at your boyfriend and nudge him, earning an innocent smile.

“I can assure you it is good.”

Niko then moves the little white bag with the watch in it towards AJ.

“Do I have to be careful with this one too?”

“Well, you will when you open it.” You say as AJ takes out a black box.

“Oh my god.” He puts it down and brings his hands up to his face “Is this what I think it is?”

You shrug mysteriously, but Niko’s giving it all away by his warm wide smile.

“No way.” AJ looks back down at the box before cautiously opening it. An instant excited scream is heard as he finally does.

“No way!” He holds his face in shock.

“Happy Birthday, from both of us.” Niko pulls you closer to him.

“Thank you guys.” AJ waddles over, pulling both of you into an affectionate hug.

“Have a good one, Aje.” Niko pats AJ’s back.

After that, people started flooding in fast, people you knew like Chunkz and Darkest and people you didn’t. It started to get chaotic after Johnny showed up with three boxes of wine and a ton of champagne.

The music was booming and everyone was either dancing, talking or drinking. You were in a corner with Johnny and Mariam talking about their work at Footasylum while sipping your third glass of champagne.

“Where’s Niko?” You suddenly say, looking around the room. Mariam shrugs.

“You gonna look for him?” Johnny asked raising his eyebrows and taking a sip form his glass.

“Should I?”

“Nah he’s fine.” He sways his hand.

“Alright.” You turn back to the table and continue the conversation.

An hour later you were practically dozing off on the stairs, barely holding onto your glass of wine, when suddenly Kenny’s loud voice near your ear made you jolt up.

“How are you asleep!? Have you seen the state Niko is in?”

You go to rub your eyes, but remember that you have eyeliner on and instead try your best to blink yourself awake.

“What?” You mumble.

“Niko’s drunk!” Kenny yells over the music.

Your eyes shoot open “What!?”

“He’s dancing like mad.” You could see Kenny barely holding himself together.

“Get your phone out.” You order, standing up and finishing what was in your glass, before putting it aside on one of the tables in the living room.

Kenny leads you to another spacious room, in which everyone was jumping up and down, acting drunk and crazy.

“There.” You see him point to one section of the crowd that was full of familiar faces. Chunkz, AJ and Sharky all watched Niko doing some sort of spin.

Your mouth drops open, you’re tipsy yourself but that still surprises the living cells out of you. You could already picture Niko’s face the next morning when he sees all the videos of him, while throwing up into the toilet and claiming that he’ll never drink again.

“Kenny.” You clumsily grasp onto his arm “You have to film everything.”

He laughs and shrugs, but ends up nodding too. The two of you make your way through the people and you manage to get yourself in between Chunkz and AJ.

“That’s your boyfriend.” Chunkz clarifies pointing at Niko.

“This is the best Birthday ever.” AJ says, holding up his phone.

“BLEUUGHHH!”

You purse your lips and pat Niko’s back. Just how you predicted.

“Oh my god.” He props his head up with the palm of his hand “Why are you not throwing up?!”

You shrug “More tolerant?”

Niko was about to argue, but before he could do that his head was back in the toilet bowl.

“Yep.” You nod “Get it all out.” You stroke his back as you sit beside him on a small stool.

He brings his head up, emitting heavy and exhausted breathes.

“Water?” You offer him a bottle.

He looks up at you with slightly red eyes and observes the bottle in your hands, before taking it and finishing half.

“You good?” You squeeze his shoulder.

He nods, getting up and flushing the toilet.

“Wait till you see the videos.” You grin as he turns on the tap.

“The what!?” He quizzes before splashing cold water onto his face.

“I didn’t know you were a dancer.” You say playfully.

“Oh god.” His eyebrows knit as he closes his eyes in exhaustion.

“Come on.” You wrap your hand around his waist and lead him to your bed.

He collapses onto it and let’s out a heavy sigh.

“I would feel bad for you, but you did bring this upon yourself.”

“I didn’t say that when you were throwing up everywhere.” He says, a little hurt.

“When was that?”

“Oh don’t pretend you don’t remember.” He crawls up the bed and gets under the covers, facing his back to you.

You frown “Okayy, I do feel bad for you.”

“Uhuh.” He says dryly.

You lay down beside him, shuffling closer and hugging him from the back, making him the little big spoon.

He takes your hand into his and sighs in defeat.

“Love you.” You grin.

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requests are open! <3

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#beta squad #niko omilana #chunkz #aj shabeel #king kenny #fanfic #youtube #sharky #nikoomilanafanfic #niko omilana x reader #betasquadfanfic #NDL

[ellies-cove]

hey shawty- can i get a uhhhhh mystqueerion x fem or gn yn? preferably smut but whatever ur comfortable w/(aged up obviously)

:3

Oh wow-

I don't know if they wanted head cannons sooo...

These are not my characters, if the owner wants me to take down the post I wouldn't mind. :) - Moon 🌕

TW: Smut, fingering, Exhibitionism, Worship kink, Blowjobs, Breeding kink + Lactating kink.

Mysterion with a Fem! S/O

SFW!

He's your big scary dog. You're just his fancy, tiny puppy. He's making sure you're safe at night, sending himself or another person from Freedom and Pals. Tries to get Call Girl (Wendy cough cough) to befriend you. And you two become besties. He has to know if you're gonna go anywhere that night just in case Cartman or anyone else tries to harm you. Loves patroling with you at night. Pretends to hate in when you give him kisses, and he's mumbling stuff like "Not out here while I'm on duty... I need to pay attention..."

NSFW!

He's a soft dom but sometimes he has to let it out and use you uses his deep voice against you. He'll sneak up behind you, groping you while he talks to you in your ear. Either he's a switch-leaning dom or just a dom in general. He's fingered you in an alley before. Made small remarks to Freedom pals that he has a pretty girl with the prettiest tits and a perfect hole. Watches you touch yourself as he face fucks you. Has gotten caught eating you in the Freedom Pals base. Loves your tits so much, he'll suck on them and give him a tit job and will let out the cutest grunts and groans...

Dialogue:

"God princess... Taste so good."

"Fuck! So tight... all mine.."

"You want my cum inside you princess? Hm? Say it."

"Fuckkkk.... Mhmn... G-God... Y-Your tits... So good...MHgm.... Ughhh..."

#MOON SPEAKS! #South Park #South park x reader #kenny mccormick #Kenny mccormick x reader #Smut #Kenny mcormick smut #Kenny x reader #Kenny smut #mysterion #mysterion x reader #mysterion smut #fanfic #head cannons

[dirtysvthoughts]

𝓟 𝓡 𝓘 𝓥 𝓐 𝓣 𝓔 𝓓 𝓐 𝓝 𝓒 𝓔 𝓡 - CHAPTER ONE

pairing: gang leader! soonyoung x stripper! reader

word count: 2.3k

general tags/warnings: smut, pwp, female! reader, mentions of violence, m*rder, and blood, stripper things, a steamy lap dance, reader gets fully nude, big dick! soonyoung, pet names (pretty girl, baby, etc.), reader falls for soonyoung, sex w/o condom (remember if they can’t wrap it, protect yourself please), kinda a slow burn for the start of the series!

playlist songs: everything you want - pap chanel, streets - doja cat, naughty girl - beyoncé

notes: ITS FINALLY HERE BABESSSS!! i’m so excited to share this series with y’all and i hope you enjoy it! <3 every chapter will include up to 3 songs inspired by the events of the story!

soonyoung sits alone in a dark corner of his faction’s warehouse, only a few spotlights illuminating their large meeting space - deep in thought. tonight, it was just him and his five most trusted guys, finishing what might’ve been their most difficult job yet.

soonyoung is the leader of one of the most infamous gangs in the region, known for their ruthless ways. they’ve murdered, gambled, brawled with other rival gangs. many of their incidents have ended in extremely close calls, with someone either near death or two steps away from handcuffs. but they didn’t care. this was they way of life they chose. anyone that dared come in their way, they eliminated them without hesitation.

“double check the duffel bags, and make sure not one bill is missing," soonyoung says as he gets up, going to wash away the rest of the blood remnants from his hand. their job tonight was taking out another gang’s higher ups, they and they put up a hell of a fight. soonyoung genuinely wondered if the close calls he got in that knife fight were even worth they amount of money they were promised. “i swear to god if he fucks up my income again, that’s his ass,” he grumbles, hoping that this would be over with faster than he thought.

when he finishes, he approaches the table where the rest of his comrades were. “well?” he says, watching one of the guys as he puts the last stack of paper through the money counter, the familiar sound of cash rustling through the machine.

“that’s it - all $40,000 from tonight’s job, boss,” one of the guys say, wiping his forehead, hissing when he brushes against a slight gash. soonyoung smiles for probably the first time all day, relieved that finally, he could get to do what he wanted to do.

“alright boys, gather up the bags and shut all of this shit down - i got the perfect place for us to spend some of this cash,” he presses a button opening a garage door as he walks out first, heading to a black suv.

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“club illusion?” another one of his guys say as they pull into the club’s parking lot, viewing the neon purple and green signs. “not to question you soonyoung, but why here?”

he rolls his eyes and scoffs i’m the passenger seat, surprised at how not everyone was connecting the dots. “word is, they have the best and prettiest dancers here, and they might have some dealers here, heard they have the strongest shit too..” soonyoung says as he jumps out the car, fixing his jacket as he walks forward, everyone else exiting the car packing around him for protection.

the group walks past everyone in the long line, complaints and shouting starting to get louder the further they reached the entrance. but before soonyoung can sneakily bypass to get inside, one of the bodyguards stops them.

“yo, i’m pretty sure you see this line - what makes your think that you’re better than everyone else?” soonyoung smirks as he shows the patches on his jacket, signifying his affiliation and ranking. the guard’s eyes widen for a second, but he slips back into his demeanor.

“listen,” he says in a low tone for only him and the guard to hear, “i’ve had a long day, and i would really like to relax.. and you don’t wanna see me not relaxed,” the guard glances at the other men, meeting their menacing stares, and looks back at soonyoung.

“drop your weapons in the bin,” the guard says. soonyoung places his hand on the guard shoulders, smirking at him as he walks past. “wise choice,” he says as he drops his knife in the bin, the others following suites, chuckling as they walk past, some of them flicking him off.

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blue stage lights flood the club’s main floor as people sit on the tables and lounges, dancers in skimpy outfits, twirling on the poles and shaking their asses to the heavy bass. cash scatters some of the stage platforms, dancers teasing their audience by sexily covering themselves with it. the air smells hazy, a tinge of weed lingering in the atmosphere.

“forget i questioned you boss - we definitely needed to come here tonight,” he smiles, nodding his head at a dancer he made eye contact with. “i’m not leaving until i fucked one of these girls and have them screaming my name,” he says starting to drift away from the others.

“you guys are free to go where you want,” soonyoung says, eyeing his surroundings quickly. “if you run into any body, let me know and i’ll handle it.”

as the guys separate, soonyoung walks forward, observing the sights around him. as his mind takes it all in, the dj drops a beat and comes back on the mic.

“what’s up, club illusion!” the dj yells and the crowd responds appropriately. “we got some great dancers in the building and they got bills to pay, so show ‘em some love!” the audience cheers and more people continue to toss their cash on the stages.

“now coming to the main stage, one of club illusion’s sexiest, seductive dancers - welcome to the main stage, ms. sageeeeee!!” the crowd screams wildly as the lights dim and they focus on the main stage, soonyoung’s eyes immediately taking what was in front of him.

the music starts, the familiar “oohing” of the streets silhouette remix playing with through the speakers.

and that’s when he sees you.

you confidently strut on stage, your black, glossy 8 inch pleasers striding one in front of the other, your strappy black bodysuit practically exposing all of your backside. once you reach the pole, you roll your head to the right and slide your hand up your body.

“put your head on my shoul-” the music switches and you go into a side spin, the crowd continuing to go crazy as you transition and hold a pose upside down.

as the song progresses and come to end, soonyoung can’t your eyes off you for one second. he’s enamored by you - your movement, your presence, not to mention how sexy you looked in that barely-there bodysuit. you strike a final pose on the pole as the music fades. the audience continues to scream, bills covering the front of the stage.

after holding for a few seconds, you transition off the pole and gather your money, one of the bodyguards helping you down the steps when you’ve finished.

and that’s when you notice him.

from across the room, he looked like just another man in the club, but close up, you couldn’t deny how hot you felt when your eyes met each other’s. his all-black fit from his distressed jeans to his oversized jacket, his height, his black hair - he looked too good to be true.

as you begin to part ways, you wave and wink at him, hoping you caught his attention. he smirks at you, letting him know that the message was received. you blush inwardly as you turn back around, praying that he would at least rent out a section on the main floor, if not a v.i.p. room.

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as soon enter the dressing rooms backstage, you’re met with showering compliments from some of the other dancers. you thank as many as you can as you reach your spot, freshening up in case you get called back again.

as you scroll through your social media after a few minutes, one of the bottle girls comes in to the room and approaches you. “sage!” she calls you, your head snapping up to meet her eyes. “oh hey, min! what’s up?” you say putting your phone down.

“there’s some guy that keeps asking for you in one of the vip rooms, he looks kinda cute too,” she smiles nudging at your shoulder. “you better hop on that before someone else does,” she walks away heading back with her empty tray. you pause and think before you finally make a decision.

“wait, min - which room is it?”

“should be room 3!” min winks at you before going back to the main floor.

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you’re never nervous about vip room experiences. so why now? why do you feel like your heart is about to burst out of your chest?

you’re embarrassed at your conflicting emotions. never once has a customer gotten you flustered. but then again, your customers don’t usually have an air of mystery and attraction hanging over them.

you breath out a huge, but silent sigh and pull yourself together. no matter how attractive the man downstairs was, he wasn’t gonna start making your falter.

you push the curtains away as you enter the dimly lit room, silently thanking the gods that min’s guess was right. there he was, sitting on the couch across from the pole platform. his eyes were on his phone, but now they’re completely focused on you. even closer, he still had you writhing. how could one human being look so insanely hot?

“so, you’re the man from the main floor,” you twirled your hair strands, smiling at him, walking toward him with your left arm crossed against your chest. “i heard you requested me by name. no one’s ever really done that before here,” you now are in front of him, getting dangerously closer to each other’s bodies.

“well they should more often, baby,” he says as he runs his fingers through his hair. “you’re too fucking phenomenal not to be called out by name.”

if you weren’t flustered earlier, you were definitely flustered now, desperately making sure it wasn’t showing on your face.

“speaking of names, you now know mine,” you sit next to and face him on the couch, crossing your legs. “but i don’t know yours.”

“soonyoung.”

“soonyoung,” you repeat, smiling to yourself. “i like that.”

“well soonyoung,” you say getting up from the couch, standing in front of him, slotting a leg between his. “i don’t normally give my customers choices, but i like you. do you wanna see me on the pole again? or would you rather you and i get a little closer?” you say as his hands begin to touch your body.

“i think you know where i wanna go with you,” he caresses your cheek, “i wanna see you dance on me, for me, pretty girl.”

—-—

your back faces his chest as you grind into him, his hands simultaneously roaming your thighs and playing with the straps of your bodysuit. beyoncé’s naughty girl plays through the speakers, your waist rolling in rhythm to the music.

you push your ass further on him, making sure you can feel all of him as he gets harder under your touch. “you know you can take it off right?” you say as you turn your neck toward his face. “in fact, why don’t you take it off for me?” you bite your lip hard as his hands reach further up, fondling your breasts.

after some time, he does as you ask, slowly taking off your bodysuit. you help him out as the material goes down your legs, and once it’s fully off, you toss to the front of the room.

“you’re so gorgeous,” he groans as he traces your folds, and it takes everything in you not to moan out loud. instead you muster a sigh as you turn around to have your body face front.

“if i told you i wanted to fuck you, right here in this position, how much would it cost me?” he places his hand near his jeans, hoping you were feeling the same way he did.

you pause to think about your options. “mmm, $500 sounds good to me.”

without hesitation, he pulls out a large wad of cash, thumbing through the bills and giving you a little bit more than $500. you swear he read your mind because before you can even ask, he opens his mouth.

“think of it as a nice tip,” he winks at you as you stuff the bills in your heels.

you slowly bring him in a kiss. he separates from you first, but you quickly bring him back in, kissing him with more fever. he unbuttons his jeans, zipping them down as his boxers come into view. you think you’re ready, but you’re still visibly stunned when he pulls his dick out. his thick length and veins on full display.

“damn, soonyoung,” you say biting your lip, nearly drooling. “you’ve definitely proved you have big dick energy.”

he laughs as he starts to pump himself for you, more pre cum beginning to gather at his tip. once he’s finished, he beckons you with his finger.

“make me feel good, my pretty girl,” he says as you sink down on him, both of you groaning out at the same time.

“sh-shit, soonyoung, fuck!” you hiss, holding onto his broad shoulders. “you’re so big and i feel so full,” you feel like you might cum already with his he was sheathed inside you.

when he finally starts moving, you feel like you’re seeing stars. the way he pounds into you, you can feel the coil in your stomach get tighter. after a few more minutes of him penetrating and you moaning soonyoung’s name, you finally feel it.

“o-oh, soonyoung, ‘m gettin’ close, shit, ‘m cl-clo, ah!” you nearly scream as you come all over his lower half, part of your juices on his black denim.

“well, uh,” you giggle, looking down at him. “that was something,” you brush your hair away from your face, finally looking in his direction. he smiles back at you, putting his dick back in his pants.

you pull each other for one last kiss, wanting to feel his touch just one more time.

“something tells me that it might be a minute before i see you again.”

“you never know, pretty girl. yeah i have busy job, but i can definitely make the time for you.”

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{ summary } — how on earth did you hatred for each other turn into well… whatever this is?

{ warnings } — 18 + { minors do not interact }, hatefucking, semi public sex, oral sex { male receiving }, throat fucking, choking, face slapping, throat pie, multiple orgasms, teasing, vaginal sex, rough sex, dirty talk, unprotected sex, penetrative sex, male + female orgasms, vaginal creampie, internal cumshot, squirting

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{ 40 } — you’re more than just a one night stand

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you could feel him looming behind you

his presence an ever growing shadow that could not seem to lose

his gaze fixated on your figure

only a mere few steps behind you which in turn made you increase your speed

“where you going girly, i just wanna talk”

kenny’s voice lingered in your ears with the echo of the area hallway

“leave me alone, omega. how many times do i gotta fucking tell you?”

you spat words like venom, acidic to his ears

kenny was taken aback with faux shock at your demeanor, despite having witnessed it many a times before hand

“ooh, a feisty one. you got some bite to you, don’t you princess?”

“get lost, you prick!”

you managed to take sanctuary in a nearby storage room

swinging the door open, managing to squeeze yourself in just as his hand caught the door before it closed

“oh come on what will it take for you to leave me alone!?”

your back pressed against the door, trying to shove him out and at least gain a second of peace

“well, i can think of one thing”

kenny’s strength proved too much for you to handle

him having effortlessly pushed his way past you, and into the storage room

his body now barricading you against the door

your body trapped between his arms, his palms either side of your head

“oh hell no-“

“c’mon sweetheart, you know you want me”

“i’d rather fuck one of the bucks-“

your contempt for kenny and the bucks was well documented

their constant torment over the years, seemingly for no apparent reason other than to stir your emotions

it’s a surprise how you haven’t lost your sanity

kenny paused for a second, a small chuckle leaving his lips

“you and i both know that i’m a better fuck than both of them combined”

kenny leaned in, his breath tickling your earlobe on small wisps

his voice low, almost guttural, a soft rasp etched into his words

a sound that made your belly swirl with contempt

and more concerningly lust, arousal

it made your thighs clench together instinctively

your knees weak and mind in a daze

you hated him as he did you, you should not be getting so overwhelmed by this

“go to hell” you managed to seethe through gritted teeth

the blush evident and warm on your cheeks as kenny remained close

“oh princess, if i go, you’re coming with me”

his lips now present against your earlobe, lips barely feathering the skin

his cock hard, pressed up against your inner thigh through the loose fabric of his gym shorts

feeling him throb against you

“don’t lie to yourself, sweetheart. i know you’ve thought about me, about how good i could fuck you…”

kenny’s words echoed in your ears sinfully

no matter how much you tried to ignore his persistence

you could not deny how incredibly wet you had become

“i bet you touch yourself while thinking of me”

the blush increased, heat practically radiating off your cheeks

you tried to push him away, though the arousal thrumming through you kept your knees weak and unstable

instead opting for a harsh slap to his cheek

an act which completely left him unfazed

he did not even flinch

“ooh i struck a nerve there didn’t i?”

kenny let a hand fall from beside your face, smoothing down the length of your body before resting on your hip

his thumb looped in the belt buckle of your jeans

“you don’t know shit about me”

“oh really?”

he questioned, unbuttoning your jeans with one hand

you did not protest despite your hatred

he slipped his hand into your jeans, beneath your panties

fingers dancing across your soaked folds, teasing your clit

“then how come you’re so wet for me?”

you could not deny it at this point, it would be incredibly stupid to do so

the way his fingers teased you, toying with you with such ease

a small whimper left your lips, one that he easily caught

“don’t deny the way i make you feel, sweetheart”

you hummed at the feeling of his fingers, only for him to pry them from your void

your sweetness dripped from his fingertips as he licked them clean.

“fuck it”, you thought. you were gonna end up fucking anyway.

you might as well be the first to fully initiate

at least he’d leave you alone after this

dropping to your knees with haste

and much to his surprise, he let you continue

your hands reaching up, prying down the waistband of his gym shorts and freeing his cock

a small groan of pleasure ripped through his throat as you began to give little kitten licks to his tip

“i knew you’d come around eventually” kenny’s playful remark was met with malice on your end

“shut the fuck up im only doing this so you leave me alone”

“sure, whatever you say, princess”

you took him in your mouth, hollowing your cheeks so the process would be over quicker

kenny’s hand fell to the back of your head, pushing you further onto his cock so that his tip would be comfortably nestled in the back of your throat

comfortable for him at least

“you have no idea how much i want you…” kenny mumbled under his breath with the hopes that you did not hear

you did, only increasing the heat in your cheeks

his hand locked in your hair, keeping you still as his hips began to buck

effectively fucking your throat with ease

this was not supposed to feel as good as it did.

you could not believe how you managed to stoop so low as to fucking your enemy

“god, never thought you’d look so pretty choking on my cock”

your eyes were not keeping contact with his

instead, rolled back on your skull from the sheer force of his cock

spit pooled in the corners of your lips

a glossy sheen across the length of his cock

now dripping down your chin

“oh fuck-“ kenny grunted

holding your head firmly against his hips

your nose nestled in the neatly trimmed mound of pubic hair

as he emptied hot ropes of cum down your throat

feeling the residual throb of his cock against your tongue as he pulled out

you gasped for air, finally able to breathe

still feeling his warmth linger on your tastebuds

he was quick to pull you up by the hair

turning you around so that your face was pressed against the door

his still aching cock grinding against your clothed ass

his movements were swift

his hands now, tugging down your jeans, letting them sit mid thigh before moving onto your panties

“be a good little whore and take every inch of me”

he gave no warning when he was about to enter

and no time given for you to adjust to his size

kenny began his movements with quick, rough thrusts

filling your cunt deep with each movements

“fuck you-“ you seethed through a moan

“sweetheart, you are” he smirked into the crook of your neck

free hand coming up to wrap around your throat

“i’m the only man who fucks you this good. i know you hate to admit it but you love the feeling of my cock, don’t you”

you gave in, succumbing to the pleasure his cock provided with a small nod

“y-yes…” you stuttered, cringing internally at your words

“what was that princess, i didn’t quite catch that?”

“yes, fuck- your cock feels so good”

kenny pressed himself further into you, holding his positioning for a moment to pepper small kisses to your jawline

“good girl, such an obedient little thing”

your thighs began to shake

having to press yourself back against him to stablize yourself

your whines and whimpers flooded kenny’s senses

only fueling the arousal that burned through him

“you’re so fucking close i can feel it”

he began to increase his speed

“cum around my cock, i wanna feel it, sweetheart. make a fucking mess”

“kenny please…”

you cried out through choked moans

spilling around his cock without warning, much to his amusement

he was quick to follow suit, his seed filling you up so deliciously, dripping onto your panties as he pulled out of you

kenny stuffed his cock back into his shorts with haste

quickly pulling your panties and jeans back up

feeling the warmth of his cum radiate against your overstimulated cunt

“kenny?” you hummed, trying to regain your breath

he gave a soft hum in acknowledgment

“i uh…i don’t want this to be a one night stand type of thing…y’know?”

you stammered over your words and your newfound adoration of the man.

“sweetheart…” he began, the nickname he’d been using sounded ridiculously foreign given the context

“you’re more than a one night stand”

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White Teeth Teens

Chapter One: Undone

Kylie Broflovski x fem Reader

If you want to destroy my sweater, pull this thread as I walk away.

Premise: Despite having almost inseparable families, you and Kyle couldn't hate each other anymore than you already. The second you saw him you had your claws out and we would be ready to hold a knife to your throat, like wolves you devoured each other until a bump in the road sent you tumbling into a new dynamic. Maybe you two can find new ways to fall apart.

CW: Vulgar language+humour / mentions of smoking and drugs / Cartman gets called fat

MASTERLIST

Kyle was the only one who knew how truly competitive you were. He couldn't figure out how no one else saw especially during your sports matches, you always had to be forward, had to score the last point, had to win, and you craved it as compulsively as the nicotine you sucked from your fingernails when you ran out of cigarettes to burn through.

Your parents had always been close to Kyle's since high school allegedly; being constantly forced to jump back and forth between each other's houses for family dinners and game nights didn't aid in the fact that you wanted to tear each other's throats out with razor-sharp teeth. They say that distance makes the heart grow fonder and this absurd proximity made the both of you sick with a frothing rage.

You couldn't pinpoint exactly where this hatred started, it was likely back in middle school where it was taboo for boys and girls to hang out, and those kids acted like it breached scripture if you did. Truthfully you didn't remember being friends but there was photo evidence of you playing as children so you couldn't deny it.

He has seen every inch of your life inside and out from the seventeen years that you were cursed to spend side by side. He knew that you had some fun habits such as swallowing back a little bit of synthetic sunshine in the form of little tabs of acid and how you would take a joint for a stroll in the dead of night.

For every secret he held over your head, you dangled one of his right before his green eyes. This is the only thing that kept all hell from breaking loose.

"Good practice girls, I'll see all of you on Thursday," Coach Jackson said, with no indication of pride for the team's gruelling efforts on her tanned face, not even a dribble of sweat on her brow since all she did was stand in place and yell at you.

As soccer practice finally came to a close the sun was beginning to dip below the horizon, casting an orange glow on the team where you all lay on the ground of the pitch next to your bags, trying to catch your breath. Nichole chugged down her water so fast that it was dribbling down her chin and droplets had soaked into her tee shirt.

You were the most composed of all of them despite being a little short of breath, you wiped the sweat from the bow of your lip and began to peel off your sweaty shin guards.

"How are you so okay?" Annie asked, red-faced, strands of her curly blonde hair sticking out and flying loose in the wind while she sipped on a Gatorade.

You shrug "I run a lot," It was the truth, you liked the feeling of burning in your lungs along with the fact that you built up good stamina and in turn were able to withstand your coach's harsh practices.

"I should start running with you," Annie says, panting heavily before she throws herself flat against the cool grass.

"I don't know if you could keep up," There's something of a smile playing on Red's face while she shoves her gross gear into her duffle bag. "I see her run by my house every night." She had a bit of trouble keeping her shag cut tied back in a ponytail, any attempt to get the layers to stay in a braid or bun was futile so she settled on a black headband to at least keep it out of her face.

Off in the distance, Bebe honked her car horn, she had shown up early to pick up her friends and due to this in the last fifteen minutes of practice you could hear classic Justin Bieber blasting faintly from her car. "Annie, we gotta go," Nichole says.

"Ugh," Annie draws out in her dazey state. Nichole paid her friend the service of grabbing her bag and trying to drag her up to her feet.

"C'mon," Nichole mutters, hooking an arm around Annie and yanking her up to her feet. Annie finds her own footing and detaches herself from Nichole, she's still in her shin guards and cleats. "Are you coming to Wendy's later?" Nichole looks at you, sweat shimmering on her ebony skin beneath the setting sun.

You think about it for a moment before ultimately shaking your head "I gotta pick my brother up."

"What about after?"

"Too crammed with homework," You were lying through your teeth, your social battery was just running a little low and things with your dad weren't going too great. You made the decision that you needed to lock yourself in the bathroom run the shower over your skin and scrub until the water washed away the stress of your week or get high with Kenny until you felt your face go numb. Just something along those lines.

"Too bad," Annie frowns, eyes half-lidded and breathes shallow.

"See you tomorrow then," Red waves at you before heading to her car, bright hair sticking out in the green landscape.

“Love ya, Red,” You look around at the rest of your team, all cooling down and conversing "Anyone need a ride home?" Everyone looks around and shakes their heads "Isla?"

"No," She says "I'm going with Kelly."

"Alright," You sling your bag over your shoulder, clutching your carabiner in hand, it has a little keychain of a Volkswagon bus on it, a cowboy hat knick-knack and of course your actual keys. "Bye guys, see you on Thursday."

Your words are met with collective 'goodbyes' from the girls. You walk off the pitch, and despite your legs feeling like jello you manage to step off of the grassy field and land on concrete, lazy steps leading you back to your car.

Tossing your bag into the backseat, you tap around on your phone to connect to the speaker, turn it up as loud as it goes and roll down your windows. You liked your music so loud that you couldn't even hear your own thoughts, just your playlist on shuffle as you absentmindedly sang along to it. You grabbed some body spray and doused the car in it to cover up the subtle linger of cigarettes from your late-night drive the previous evening.

The air was warm and carried the scent of fresh-cut grass as you drove through the familiar suburban streets. With the windows down, you felt the gentle breeze tousle your hair, a welcome relief from the day's heat. You hummed along to the music, mind drifting as you navigated the familiar route.

As you turned the corner onto the neighbour's street, the sun painted the sky in a breathtaking array of colours - hues of orange, pink, and purple blending seamlessly against the evening sky. You couldn't help but steal a moment to admire the beauty of the sunset, the vibrant colours reflecting in your eyes. It was nearing six pm when you finally pulled into the Broflovski driveway.

You step out, looking a little worse for wear. You had taken off your shin guards and cleats but left the knee-high socks on as well as a tee shirt with the Park County cows logo on it and a pair of athletic shorts. It was one of the warmer days since it was nearing summer though South Park had a way with erratic weather that couldn't make up its mind, you were sure there would be a storm tomorrow to cancel out the nice weather.

Knocking on the door, you put on a smile, expecting to see Gerald or Sheila though you were unpleasantly met with their oldest son, Kyle. Your smile drops immediately and it's easy to see that he isn't too excited to see you either. "Oh." You push passed Kyle and into his house "Weston," You call out "Time to go!"

Kyle wrinkles his nose "You smell like hand sanitizer," He says, speaking on all of the body mist you had sprayed in the car.

"And you look like orphan Annie," You turn quickly to face him before calling up the stairs "Weston, let's go!"

"Did you leave your windows down at the car wash?" His eyes rake up your body at your sweaty form, little strands of hair sticking to your neck. 

"Go on Accutane, matchstick," You retort. This nickname came about when Kyle began to outgrow his friends, with a lanky body and a mop of curly red hair, the nickname struck you in a moment of genius. As of now, he was wearing his hat, he hardly ever took it off, especially out in public. You'd only seen it come off his head when he was swimming or when his mom forced it off.

Something about the Broflovski house was always comforting even if you hated one-fourth of the family, you loved the other three. The scent of whatever Sheila was cooking always lingered in the air, right now the smell was sweet and faint. You assumed she hadn't been home but caught a glimpse of a cookie rack set out on the kitchen counter. 

His eyebrows furrow "My acne isn't even that bad," He was right, you just knew that it got under his skin "Crash," He says, a little less creative than your nickname for him, born from the time you did acid and woke up in his backyard, luckily before his parents noticed you but not after Kyle took pictures of you passed out on the grassy lawn as well as a few rumours that had been spread about you.

"Sure, ginger, sorry you have a hard knock life," You had run out of insults to call him after seventeen years. In middle school, you ripped on him constantly for how scrawny he was along with voice cracks and his acne, though in recent years, he had passed puberty, had a deeper voice, sorted out his pimple issue, and taken to running, basketball, lacrosse, and going to the gym to tone up. You could still rag on him for it but it has less impact when it wasn't true and god knows you wouldn't go mocking his religion, you may have hated him but you had morals. All you had left to make fun of was his hair colour.

It was similar to the way he couldn't make fun of you for being ugly, unpopular, or stupid like he used to since puberty hit you like a bus and you were almost unrecognizable from the brace-faced awkward kid you used to be. You were also a little too confident and erratic for his liking. 

You were going to make your way upstairs to Ike's room where you assumed the two boys had been until you heard the familiar sound of upbeat electric rhythms and horribly overacted lines of Fury Fighters, a classic 1v1 fighting game. You move away from Kyle and turn in to the living room where you see your little brother and Ike on the couch, hyper-focused on the game ahead of them. "Did you go deaf suddenly or were you just ignoring me?"

"I was ignoring you," Weston says, bluntly. His hair is an untamed mess and the collar of his wrinkled tee is stretched out. He doesn't even look back at you but Kyle cracks a smile at his words.

"C'mon shrimp, we gotta go," You say, crossing your arms.

He lets out a groan "Can I stay like thirty more minutes?"

You shake your head "Nah, Kyle's cologne is giving me a headache."

Ike snorts a laugh and glances back at his brother, his smile falls when he looks at you; he's putting on his tough guy persona. He clears his throat and deepens his voice in the slightest "What's up?" It was clear that the little brother had a crush on you though no one brought it up, you could tell it bothered Weston.

"Hey, Ike," You give him a tight-lipped smile, watching as he turns back to the TV, fingers clicking over the controller aggressively. "You can finish this round and we're out."

"Yes!" Weston says "Thanks, love you," He says with haste, thinking that it'll butter you up.

You plop yourself on the carpeted floor in front of the couch to watch the match play out. Ike was playing as Tempest, a mage who was wise and old, a long white beard yet he somehow had an absolutely shredded pixel body. Weston was playing Sable, a pink-haired woman in a short nurse's uniform who used surgical tools as weapons, she was your go-to back when you still played Fury Fighters with your friends. You would refuse to play as a man because it breached your pre-teen code of feminism.  Watching them play made you feel nostalgic. 

Kyle leans his elbows on the back of the couch, hands clasped together to watch the game, the same as you. "Kick his ass, Weston," Kyle says, rooting for your brother, purely to annoy his.

"Hey!" Ike exclaims though he doesn't move his unwavering gaze from the game "Whose side are you on?"

"Smoke him, Ike!" You say, a little louder than intended to balance out the cheering section. 

Sheila always kept the household neat which was a miracle with Ike and Weston always running around, recently she had taken to a love of houseplants and had at least one in every corner of the home. There were framed pictures strung up on every single wall without fail, lots of the family, Sheila's wedding day, and a collection of you and Kyle actually getting along when you were kids. There's one of the two of you playing under a sprinkler in rain boots, another of you standing and smiling brightly by a snowman you made, and a picture of Kyle covering all of your little scrapes in Spider-Man band-aids. In every photo of you after the age of seven, you were with the rest of your families on opposite ends, as far away from each other as you could get.

You look back to the TV where Ike's character, Tempest summons the dead with his staff, grey decaying hands rise from the 2D ground and drag Sable down. "Fuck!" Weston yells, panic quickly spreading across his face, his eyes shoot back and forth frantically from the controller to the TV. 

Sable jumps back up and readies herself into a fighting stance, Tempest moves his staff, a green diamond on the end, horizontally and jabs Sable in the stomach over and over until she rolls back to the ground. Ike has a huge grin on his face, shaggy black hair framing his pale features, he desperately needed a haircut but for now, he was relishing in watching Sable's health bar move down.

"By the elements, I shall prevail!" Calls out Tempest, his voice actor had really put his all into making him sound deep and gruff. Ike randomly spams the buttons, sending out an erratic combo. The characters were fighting in the center of a dark alley, blue and red lights flashing every few minutes.

Sable pulls a long scalpel out of her thigh-high socks and charges towards Tempest, slashing him. When Tempest's health bar falls, Sable speaks out a voice line "Every wound has a remedy," Her sultry voice makes you cringe just the slightest, you hadn't remembered her to sound so sensual.

Tempest rises back up, jumps toward Sable and greets the character with a heavy uppercut, sending her flying through the air. You find your fingers digging into the carpet, you had hoped that Sable would win just from the fact that you used to play as her. You almost wanted to grab the remote from your brother's hand and show him how to play as her, you had memorized all of her combos and moves, and they became muscle memory to you. "You're demise is written in the stars!" The buff wizard raises his hands to the sky, gearing up to cast one final blow.

In the midst of this, Sable jumps up, pulls a bone saw out from behind her back and slices Tempest's head clean off before he can finish casting his spell. Ike drops his controller, moving his hand to grab his hair, eyes wide and mouth agape in shock while he watches his character's health bar plummet to zero. The wizard's head rolls around on the pixel ground before Sable picks it up and kisses it "Nurse's orders: Stay down," She says before drop-kicking the head out of frame. A title card covers up the scene that reads 'It's a wrap!���

"Fuck yeah!" Weston says, giving Kyle a firm high five. He looked happier than you had seen him all week, middle school was kicking his ass and you had to pull some time aside almost every night to help him with algebra. You would've scolded him for playing video games instead of studying for his social studies test if you hadn't been doing the same at his age. 

"How the hell did you do that?" Ike's head whips to look at his friend who just shrugs.

You push yourself off the floor, giving your brother's hair a little tussle "Let's go, shrimp." 

With a groan Weston up to slip his shoes on at the rack, "See you tomorrow, Ike," He grabs his bag where it sits by the coat stand. Kyle hurdles himself over the couch, taking Weston's place on the sofa and picking up the free controller to play "Bye Kyle!" He says, lacing up his sneakers.

Kyle looks over the couch and at him with a smile "See you later buddy."

The second you think Weston is looking away you stick up the middle finger to the red-headed boy across from you but it surely didn't go unnoticed "Why are you flipping Kyle off?" Weston asks, furrowing his eyebrows as he looks up at you.

You drop your hand "I'm not, I was waving at him." You lie, trying to form a cover-up. You place a hand between his shoulder blades to guide him out the door.

"You're sweaty," He comments.

"Thanks, I had no idea," You open the door and close it behind you before Kyle can say anything to your brother's remark. It's already colder than when you entered the house and you race to get to the car before you get a chill.

Weston hops into the passenger seat, scrunching up his nose at the music you're playing "Can you put on Lil Shovel?" He asks. It was one of the many rappers he had attempted to imitate. He thought they were cool for decking themselves out in designer brands and sticking dollar bills into women's thongs in music videos.

"I'm not playing that shit," You start the car and turn out of the driveway.

"Why?"

"Because it makes me want to hammer nails into my ears," You answer, eyes focused in the road while you glide through the suburban street. "Listen to Eminem or something."

"Dad doesn't like Eminem."

You wrinkle your nose "Why?"

"Because he said that thing about the gerbil."

Recognition hits you and you nod "Yeah, that checks out," Your dad was a pretty modest guy, he didn't care about anything overly vulgar. He basically mandated your life, he was the reason you were in so many extracurriculars and were the last person in your grade to get a phone, something Kyle would've teased you for if your parents weren't so similar.

"Can you drive me and Ike to the quarry on Friday?" Weston has one hand sticking out of the window moving it up and down like it was a plane, it was something you used to do before you were the one driving, a little mannerism he picked up off you.

"I have track practice and then I gotta help Heidi and Wendy with their fundraiser, sorry, shrimp," You take note of every house you pass, swearing you could put a name to every single one. You felt the fatigue hit you all at once, you knew that night your bed would become a casket and you would have to be pried from it like a floorboard. "Ask Kyle." 

"We did, he has basketball practice."

"Bummer," You say. It had slipped your mind completely that he was on the team and you hated it and how your friends gushed about Kyle before catching themselves and sending you apologetic glances. "Guess you gotta bike then."

You remember when you were your brother's age, twelve years old and you came home every night at sunset with a new scrape to show for the adventure you set out on. You gave bruises out like gifts and collected them like stickers, some sort of pride when parents would silently judge you for having purple busted-up knees.

"Mhm," He nods "Hey, can we go to Burger King?"

"No," You say almost immediately "Mom's making dinner right now."

Weston scrunched up his nose "Yeah but she had the crock pot out on the counter when I left for school today," Nothing good came from your mother's crock pot. "Can we please get Burger King?"

"First of all, Mom will kill me if I load you up with more fast food, second of all, she's gonna make you eat her dinner anyways, so just be nice and tell her it's good."

"Ugh," He grumbles watching wistfully into the distance, his thoughts stuck on the combo he was craving. "I should've stayed at Ike's for dinner."

"Yeah, me too," News of the dreaded crock pot had only worsened your day. Sheila on the other hand was an incredible cook, as much as you loved your mom and the effort she put into her meals, nothing would compare to Sheila's brisket. The thought of it almost made your stomach grumble. If you lived with Broflovski's you would've weighed three hundred pounds more. 

Your mind ricochets back and forth between going home or heading to Wendy's with the rest of your friends though the thought of being alone with tobacco burning your throat soothed you.

The drive from the Broflovski's to yours wasn't too long, truthfully, your brother was perfectly capable of walking. The sky transformed into a canvas of deepening shades, the last traces of sunlight giving way to the embrace of twilight. You stole glances at your brother, his animated chatter filling the car with warmth.

You park the car in the driveway behind your dad's car, he would surely yell at you to move it in the morning but that was a problem for future you and a decision you would regret making. You pull up on the street right in front of your house. Weston was quick to hop out of the car, he rushed across the lawn and waited by the front door for you to turn off the car, but you didn't, you just watched and waited for him to go inside.

"Are you coming?" Weston asked.

You stick your head out of the window "Tell Mom I'm stopping by Red's, I'll be back before dinner," Weston rolls his eyes at this, he didn't care for Red, since you started being friends with her you had even less time to spend with your brother. Nights of staying up late with Weston and playing Stardew Valley turned into you hanging out with your friend and getting high. 

"Tell Rebecca to eat a dick!" Weston cups his hands around his mouth.

"I won't do that but good suggestion," You call back before stepping on the peddle and moving back down the familiar streets. It was just past six and there hadn't been anyone outside, everyone was tucked away in their respective home, warm lights from windows spilling into the darkening sky. 

You didn't go to Red's, you just kept driving until you ended up at a gas station on the outskirts of town. It had long passed the dinner you promised to be home for, instead of eating the crock pot monstrosity, you opt for something with a sweeter taste, a cigarette and a bag of teriyaki beef jerky. You sat on the curb watching cars roll past, their headlights framing you like you were on stage. You just craved the aloneness you so rarely got.

You shuffle through the cafeteria line, undecided on what you want to eat but settling on one of those sugar-free drinks that are worse for you than just grabbing a regular soda for a drink. "Keep it moving, Junkie," Cartman says from beside you. God how he irked you, it was in his nature to be unbearable.

"What? Not like it's going anywhere, I'm more worried for the people in line behind you who have to eat crumbs."

"Hey, what's that supposed to mean?" He asks adding a paper plate of ribs to his tray and then another.

"It means you're fat."

He shrugs "Doesn't bother me," Cartman had grown to be a little more self-aware, by a little I mean a very small smidgen.

"You're a fat-fat fatty, keep eating fatty," your voice was unwavering. You hadn't had too much of a problem with Cartman throughout school, sure he had been a dick but you never interacted enough for him to be on your radar until he started a rumour about you shooting up heroin in the janitors closet which led to him telling everyone you were a drug dealer. This cursed you with the nicknames of crash, popper, and of course, junkie. When it first happened you weren't even aware, you just sat confused about why everyone was adding your Snapchat and asking about buying stuff from you. Eventually, staff caught wind of this and it only got worse from there.

"Fuck you, crash," He sticks up a middle finger at you "You're a dyke."

You return the gesture "At least I get pussy, lard ass."

"I have tons of sex, you faggot."

"Your hand doesn't count," You say examining the food in the chafing dishes which looked surprisingly good for school food.

"I don't care if you're a girl, I will kick your ass," He starts to get in your face but you don't bother to acknowledge it, still looking through the food options. 

"I bet if I pushed you over you would just keep rolling."

"Whatever bitch."

"Hurry up, butterball," Bebe cuts in front of Eric who has a look of pure seething rage on his face. She looks beautiful as always, blonde curly hair falling in perfect ringlets and framing her dainty face. She's wearing a red off-the-shoulders sweater and low-waisted jeans, it's such a simple outfit but Bebe manages to make it look unique and expensive.

"Fuck you, Bebe," he turns a middle finger to her, "Go shoot up with your little lezzy girlfriend." That was another rumour that he successfully sparked, that you and Bebe were secretly dating. The two of you found it funnier than the heroin thing and played into it on occasion. 

"You're so fucking stupid," Bebe wrinkles her nose in distaste of the chubby kid in front of her "Don't crack the floor when you waddle over to your table, fat ass," She adds a yogurt parfait onto her tray and keeps moving down the line, you follow in suit.

The two of you hand the lunch lady your cafeteria card but your eye snags on something else entirely "Where's Wendy?"

Bebe looks in the same direction as you where your entire friend group sits, minus Wendy who you could've sworn was there only moments ago. Her tray still sat in front of her spot on the table "She's talking with Stan I think."

"What?" You look at the blonde text to you while you find your table "Are they getting back together or something?"

"She was saying she wanted to work things out with him last night, you'd know if you were there."

"Why didn't she tell me?" You furrow your eyebrows as you glance at Stan's regular table where he was also absent from. The second thing you noticed was how irritated Kyle seemed, likely because his best friend would be opting to spend time with Wendy again instead of him. Cartman plops himself down next to the ginger, only making Kyle more agitated. When Kyle looks away for a split second, Kenny steals food off his plate and blames it on Eric. “I would never steal food from a dirty Jew!” He says, voice carrying over every other conversation in the room.

"She might not have told because you can be a little-" Bebe searches around for a word that'll soften the message "Abrasive?"

"I'm not abrasive," You say as you sit yourself down at the cafeteria table, immediately met by curious glances from the rest of your friends. This made you question yourself. Had you been so blunt that your best friend didn't want to tell you what was going on in her life? Yes. You didn't know how else to be, it was wired into your system; born from the way you were raised, like a wild animal who fought for scraps, if you didn't kill, you wouldn’t eat. Your family wasn’t really complete, it was more like something like a mom who worked herself to rust and a dad who popped in and out like some kind of disappearing act.

No one bothers to dig deeper into your sentence, already enraptured in their conversation. "I wonder how Tolkien feels about it," Lola asks, leaning in a little to where Nelly sits on the other side of the table, seemingly hanging onto every word.

"I know!" Nelly says, unable to fight the smile that formed on her face every time she gossiped "Did you notice how he isn't sitting where he usually is." At this, everyone turns their heads to Tolkien's regular table, where he’s MIA from.

Halfway through sucking the meat off of his ribs, Cartman notices everyone at your table staring them down. He glances around the table before deciding that you are looking at him, barbeque sauce smeared over his mouth and down his fingers. "What the fuck are you looking at?" He calls out, now drawing the attention of the cafeteria to you and your friends who quickly avert their gazes back to their food.

You meet Kyles's eyes for just a moment, you can read loud and clear that he's annoyed Wendy's back in the picture and she'll be poaching his best friend from him. Despite the act he's trying to portray of being indifferent, you can tell there's a storm brewing beneath his green eyes.

In your pocket, your phone buzzes and you look at it.

McWhoremick: what was that about?

You: Cartman looking rancid

McWhoremick: fair

McWhoremick: wanna hang later?

You: fo sho

You: junkyard?

McWhoremick: yup

McWhoremick: see ya :P

"What's that?" Red peaks down at your phone from next to you, her chin resting on your shoulder "Is it Wendy?"

"She's been weird lately," Jenny says, she doesn't look up from her mac and cheese, just pushes it around absentmindedly with her fork.

"Probably because all of you are talking about her like she's not our friend," Heidi peeps up for the first time in the conversation. You're a little surprised that she's eating lunch with you, in recent days she's been so busy with sustainability club that it's taken up all of her lunch breaks.

Heidi was right as usual. It didn't feel right to be talking about Wendy when she was twenty metres away, it didn't feel right to talk about her at all. The group fell quiet at this, trying to search for another topic that didn't involve speaking poorly of your friend.

"So," Red starts "Who's excited for the basketball game?"

You really weren't, you had no intentions of going though you were sure your parents would make you go to support Kyle. "I think I'll go to watch Kyle," Nichole comments. Your head whips to look at her immediately, it only made sense that she was over Tolkien after what happened with Wendy but you hadn't expected her to go for Kyle.

"Uh oh," Annie says, a small smile playing on her face. Lately, she had taken good care of her curls, a stark difference from the frizzy mess that was stuck on her head all through middle school.

"Nichole," You say, staring her down "Are you okay?"

"Sorry to say this," Bebe pipes up, not one hundred percent tuned into the conversation "He actually isn't the piece of shit that you make him out to be."

"You don't-

"Know him like I do?" Heidi finishes your sentence for you. Something you had repeated over and over again when trying to get your point across that he was evil and no one could see it but you.

"I'd do it," Lola shrugs and your face contorts in disgust.

"Ew," You say with haste, fighting the urge to gag on your food. "Do you guys realize that he's ginger under that hat?"

Everyone is unsurprised at your disdain for him, even though you tried not to talk about him so you didn't seem obsessed, every now and then, the start of a rant would slip out and that would turn into you rambling on and on about every little annoying detail about him. You wondered for a brief moment if he did the same when walking about you.

"What is it that you hate about him anyway?" Red asks.

You rack your brain for a truly solid reason you can't say that it irritated you how Kyle ran the opposite way of you on the trail on your nightly run, it was the most dreaded part of the day, brushing past him and pretending not to notice. You also couldn't delve into the fact that he always had a bored, unimpressed expression on his face when he talked to you. "Everything." You answer "I hate everything about him."

"Okay gang," Mr Waterman claps his hands together once everyone is finally seated. "I know we're getting close to the end of the year and it's exciting but there is always work to be done." He was in his thirties, a little on the shorter side, with brown hair, glasses, and lean for a teacher though it made sense since he doubled as the basketball coach. He had tried his best to be funny though his jokes usually fell flat but you found yourself laughing out of pity like it was second nature.

Wendy sat next to you, you hadn't pressed her about Stan (despite wanting to) and she hadn't brought it up. Kyle sits next to a guy whose name slipped through the cracks of your mind and stays completely silent while the teacher gives his spiel about hard work and effort.

"This will be our final seating change for the year, so if you're next to someone you don't like know it'll be over by the end of June," Mr Waterman sits himself at his desk dead in front of every lab table, shares his computer screen to the projector, showing the new seating arrangments "Alright, here are your lab partners until semester end."

You scan the whiteboard for your name and your breath hitches in your throat when you see it next to Kyles. Kyle whips his head to look at you, your gazes matching in utter terror. You had relished in the fact that You had gone the entire semester without talking to Kyle a single time in biology class.

There weren’t desks in the science labs but black tables built for two people since they worked out better for experiments, there you were stuck at the back of the class with the ginger demon spawn.

"Mr Waterman?" You raise your hand but speak before he even calls on you "You need to move me or I'll kill myself."

"Woah," He puts both of his hands out "Let's not joke about that-

"I'm not joking," You cut him off, tone dead serious. Wendy tugs at the hem of your shirt, trying to get you to sit back down, you just cast her a glance before looking back to the short teacher. "I will kill myself." 

"Can you and Kyle please come up here so I can talk to you," At Mr. Waterman's words, Kyle shoots you a malicious glare. 

"When you cause a scene about not wanting to sit next to someone it can be hurtful," Mr Waterman addresses you, his tanned hands grasped together. Bless his heart, Kyle thought he was getting in trouble and it would put a dent into his perfect record, the kid never even missed a day of school. You and Kyle stand side by side, in front of Mr Waterman's desk, careful to keep a distance between you.  "Think about how Kyle feels right now-

"I feel like I wanna slit my wrists." He deadpans, face unreadable as ever.

"Do you guys need someone to talk to?" Mr Waterman furrows his eyebrows, lowering his voice.

"No," You say, crossing your arms “Not unless it's to get a gun so I can blow my brains out."

"Okay," He repositions himself to sit taller "Can you please tell me why you don't want to sit next to each other, I'm sure we could work this out." You waste no time trying to get yourself away from Kyle, listing off all of his little habits that annoy you. Kyle, on the other hand, bites his tongue. He didn't want his teacher to think poorly of him, not when there was still a little over a month left of the worst year of school he'd ever put himself through.

"Kyle?" You furrow your eyebrows, waiting expectantly for him to go off on how you were disruptive and rude but he sort of just stood there. For a brief moment, you thought he was having a stroke.

"It's fine," At his words, your mouth goes ajar and your eyes widen. You had thought that the two of you stood in solidarity for one thing, you wanted to get away from each other. 

"Is it really?" You say through gritted teeth. 

"Yeah," He looks at you then back to Mr Waterman "It's just a childhood rivalry, we're just being immature," It took a lot for him to swallow his pride. Kyle just knew he had to get through June and then senior year would be smooth sailing. 

"Well," Mr Waterman says and you can tell he's prepping himself for a speech "It seems to me like the two of you could benefit from this seating arrangement. When you get jobs you won't get along with everyone you work with-

"We both have jobs already," You cut him off and Kyle shuffles awkwardly where he stands while the rest of the class chats idly and waits for the lesson to start.

Mr Waterman casts you a look and clears his throat before picking up where he left off "And I understand that sometimes, personalities clash, but we're a team here, and teamwork requires cooperation and understanding. You both have so much potential, but that potential can only be realized when you learn to work together, to support each other, and to lift each other up, rather than tear each other down."

Kyle's mind must've been somewhere else completely, it was like he was in airplane mode, nodding along to everything Mr Waterman was saying. Though you could feel boredom creeping up, fighting yourself to pay attention to the genuinely useless pep talk.

"I want you to take a moment and think about what it means to be part of a team," Mr Waterman urged, his voice gentle yet persuasive. "Think about the strength that comes from unity, the power that comes from collaboration, and the joy that comes from shared success. Both of you are strong students and I can see you doing very well working together on labs and assignments, okay?"

"Yup," You nod your head, giving a thumbs up so he would excuse you and this would blow over.

"Okay," Kyle says.

A smile forms on Mr Waterman's face, he leans further back into his desk chair. "I think I can sense a friendship forming here, now go take your seats."

You laugh awkwardly, quickly brushing past Kyle to sit in your new spot at the back of the class. You were stuck sitting next to Kyle and behind Eric Cartman, how did he get into AP biology? You weren't one hundred percent sure though you heard Isla say that it was a misplacement that never got corrected.

Once again, Mr Waterman calls the class to capture their attention. Writing about the new unit on the whiteboard in a red dry-erase pen that was squeaky and running out of ink. You ruffle through your backpack, trying to find your binder while everyone else is rapidly taking notes. You pull out a stack of textbooks and some personal reading for English, finally finding your science binder. 

"Why are you reading Mein Kampf?" He looks at the book that rests on top of the stack, it's old and beaten up and smells a bit like stale orange juice, the cover holds the jarring image of Adolf Hitler.

"Because I'm racist," You say, sarcastically but Kyle doesn't pick up on this and seems a little taken aback "Joking, obviously, it's for history."

He averts his eyes back to the whiteboard. Mr. Waterman speaks briefly on physiology, before wiping the board clean and unfreezing the projector where he set up a slide show. As most science teachers do, he clicks through the slide show and waits for his students to take notes, answering the few questions that the kids have.

"Shit," You mutter as the teacher skips to the next slide before you could finish copying what was on it. You glance at Kyle "Uh, did you write all of that down?”

Wordlessly, he pushes his paper towards you to copy it, he keeps his eyes trained on the board. His writing was neat, it looked like it could've been a font, each word spaced out almost precisely from the next. Cartman snakes his head around and then moves his entire body when he sees the two of relatively civil. 

"Jews got a boner for the junkie," Cartman says, a little louder than intended. Next to him, David looks beyond annoyed, he’s gripping his pencil so tightly that you wouldn’t be surprised if he broke it.

"Shut up, fatass," You and Kyle manage to say in sync before you look at each other in disgust that your thoughts matched up.

"I fucking hate high school." You say under your breath, turning to look back at your notes and pushing his back toward him.

"Me too," Kyle says and you're actually on the same page for a change, you're not sure if you like it.

A/N: I hate this but here it is anyway 😔 I promise it gets more interesting. Open to head cannons and requests rn. Thanks for reading!

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[kenny-the-ken]

Mine, and Mine Alone!

This was requested by a lovely anon, so thank you so so much for the idea!! I had so much fun writing this!! Send me lots of requests guys!! I love hearing from you all!! AGED UP CHARACTERS

Clyde fucking Donovan. He had been a thorn in Kyle's side for years now, ever since Kyle started dating y/n, and that was almost three years ago.

He knew Clyde was in love with you, but wasn't it obvious that you weren't interested? You were a kind girl, and he played on that fact. He knew you'd never want to hurt anyone's feelings, and he loved that about you, but he hated how Clyde used it for is own advantage over you.

All of this made Kyle extremely over protective, even getting to the point where his friends group were protecting you too, just to stop Kyle's brain from literally exploding every time a guys eyes lingered on you for just a bit too long.

And that was just in a day to day situation. Tonight was worse, oh one hundred million times worse, you were all going to a party at Wendy's house, Wendy had personally invited both of you and when Kyle seen how excited you were about attending, he knew he had no other choice but to come.

There you stood, your hand in Kyle's, sipping your drink and chatting to Wendy about god knows what when Kyle's interest peaked. The door had opened, and there was Clyde, sounding already under the influence.

"Douche bag at 10 o'clock." Stan spoke, ripping Kyle from his thoughts, simply nodding in response.

"Be better not try anything." Kyle whispered to Stan, you completely oblivious to what they were chatting about.

You all had been here for a while now, and much to Kyle's surprise he was actually enjoying himself more than he thought he would. He and the guys were all tipsy, laughing together like they did when they were kids, and you were taking shots in the kitchen with Bebe and Wendy.

"Hey, y/n, long time no see." You turned to see Clyde, leaning against the kitchen worktop.

"Hey Clyde, how're you?" You asked, your words a little more slurred that normal, causing you to giggle at yourself.

You were also too oblivious to realise that Wendy and Bebe had moved back to the living room where the rest of the party was, leaving you alone in the kitchen with Clyde.

This was his chance, and he wasn't going to waste it.

"I'll be so much better when I get to call you mine." Clyde replied, inching closer to you, and you slowly began to panic, your eyes widening slightly.

"Clyde, that's not going to happen, I'm with Kyle, I love him!" Your voice was raised louder than before, and your back hit off the edge of the worktop behind you, Clyde still approaching closer to you and you had no where left to go.

"You seriously think that a girl like you should be with a guy like that?" He questioned, one of his hands reaching to where your back rested against the countertop, locking you in.

"Clyde, move away from me!" You warned, your tone raised louder once more as you pushed him, which only made things worse.

"I've been in love with you forever, y/n, just one kiss, and then if you don't feel anything then I'll leave you alon-"

He was cut off from finishing his sentence as Kyle threw a punch at his from the side, Clyde's nose already staring to bleed as he clutched his face.

"Don't you DARE speak to my girlfriend that way, Clyde! And even better yet, don't fucking touch what's mine!" Kyle shouted, throwing another punch at him, knocking him to the ground.

"Kyle, I wasn't-" Clyde began, before Kyle cut him off once more, no way would he entertain this bullshit.

"Wasn't what? Pressuring my girlfriend to kiss you?! You've always been a pain in my fuckin' ass Clyde! Take the hint! She's with me, I won, you lost!" Kyle shouted once more, his arms engulfing you close to his chest, pressing kissed on the top of your head.

"Come on, y/n, let's go home." Kyle spoke, as you nodded in agreement, taking his hand in your own as he led you out of the house, sighing when you were a few streets away.

"He's so lucky I didn't kill him." Kyle spoke through gritted teeth, his free hand clenched in a tight fist.

"I'm just so glad you came when you did, god knows what he's have tried." You spoke, yours hands still shaking from the incident moments ago.

"You're staying in my house tonight, no ifs or buts about it, I'm gonna cuddle you to sleep." Kyle spoke, his hand detaching from yours to wrap an arm around your waist.

"As long as you don't mind?" You asked, a small smile on your face as your boyfriend shook his head.

"Of course I don't mind, my bed feels lonely without you in it." Kyle spoke, placing a gentle kiss to your forehead as you neared his home.

He quietly unlocked the door, not wanting to wake his little brother, and you both entered, heading upstairs to get ready for bed.

"My mom washed and dried your pyjamas you left here by the way." Kyle spoke, opening one of his beside cabinets and lifting your pyjamas out, placing them on the bed for you.

"I'll thank her in the morning." You said, taking your coat off and pulling your jeans down, then taking your top off. You could feel eyes burning through your flesh, and you knew that Kyle couldn't keep his eyes to himself, or his hands for that matter.

His hands found your hips as he pulled you to his chest, a small smirk on his face as he pressed kisses down your neck.

"I think it's time I remind you who this pussy belongs to, hmm?" He spoke, his voice low and raspy. His strong hands pushed you backwards onto his bed, a small gasp escaping you as he stood above you, pulling his shirt from his body and next unbuckling his belt, trailing his jeans from his legs, a smirk stuck to his face.

"I'm gonna ruin you, baby." He spoke, quickly removing your panties from your small form. He got down on his knees at the edge of the bed, pressing soft kisses up your thighs, before dipping his tongue between your wet folds, wanting to taste you.

"Fuck, Kyle!" You gasped, your hands moving to tangle in your boyfriends thick, tightly curled red hair, tugging gently.

His tongue was circling your clit, as he sucked gently on it, earning a long string of moans from you. And they were about to get louder, you felt his long digit circle round your entrance, before he pushed it inside you, curling his finger against your g-spot, his tongue still stimulating your clit.

"K-Kyle, oh my god." This only increased his speed, as he entered another finger inside you, pumping them quickly while curling them against your spot, and your back arched against the soft mattress beneath you, your moans growing louder and more frequent as you neared your release.

"I-I'm getting close, Kyle." You managed, his free hand moving up to tease with one of your nipples, his tongue licking stripes along your clit as you felt your orgasm wash over you, your back arching, and Kyle's name falling from your lips effortlessly in the form of moans. It was electric, your hands tugging on Kyle's hair, as he lapped up your juices, pulling his finger from you and sucking them into his mouth before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

"That was incredible." You panted, Kyle's smirk still firmly placed on his lips.

"Oh baby, who said we were finished?" He winked, and you knew you were going to be in for one hell of a night.

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[sydsaint]

Best Bout Machine is Back Baby!!!!! <3

Summary: As his wife, you accompany Kenny when he finally comes back to Dynamite.

You pick nervously at your nails as the car pulls into the safety of the back parking lot. Kenny glances over at you and notices the worried look on your face.

"Hey." Kenny's soft voice breaks you out of your fit of worry. "It's going to be fine, sweetie. I'm going to be fine." He assures you.

You turn your head toward your husband and nod. "I know." You nod and fall silent for again. "It's just...Matt and Nick." You add after a moment. "Plus you heard the doctor. You have to take it easy Ken."

Kenny chuckles, amused by how much worrying you do when it comes to him. "I know." He muses and reaches over to grab your hand. "It's sweet that you worry so much." Kenny lifts your hand in his and kisses the back of it gently. "But we've got this, okay?" He assures you.

You reluctantly nod and the car comes to a full stop in an empty spot. The two of you gather up your things and head inside the arena for Dynamite.

You hang around backstage with Kenny for most of the night. It's only after he insists that he'll be okay and that you should allow yourself a few minutes to go catch up with your friends, do you leave his side. Kenny remains backstage mingling with some of his work buddies while you head down to the women's locker room.

"YN! Oh my gosh! It's so good to see you!" Willow is the first one to greet you once you're in the locker room.

"Willow!" You grin and open your arms wide for a hug. "Gosh! Yes! It's so good to see you again!" You hug her tightly.

Willow picks you up off the ground in a crushing hug before setting you back down to the floor.

"How are you, girl?" Willow asks you eagerly. "You look great! And how's Kenny?"

"I've been good, thanks." You reply. "And Kenny is doing much better, thanks. He's not cleared to wrestle just yet. But he is cleared to travel so there's that." You explain the situation to Willow.

Willow nods, soaking up the information. "That's good news." She smiles at you. "And how are you? How's it feel to be back on the road and not cooped up at home all the time?"

"It's nice being out of the house, yeah." You admit. "And I'm doing well, thanks, Willow." You smile at her.

You and Willow catch up a bit before you move on and catch up with a few more people. You are in the middle of talking with Toni Storm when Willow barges into the room like a mad woman.

"YN!" Willow hollers out into the open room before spotting you.

"Willow?" You turn away from Toni in confusion. "What's wrong?" You question her as she rushes over to you and Toni.

Willow comes to a stop at your side. She takes a split-second to catch her breath before putting a hand on your arm with a worried look on her face.

"YN you need to come quick!" Willow huffs. "Kenny just got attacked out in the ring by Matt and Nick!" She explains.

"What!?" You gasp. "Oh my god!"

You rush past Willow and out of the locker room. Sprinting at full speed you weave through the backstage area and out toward the ring.

When you manage to make it out to the ring Kenny is already on the ground, post-attack. You watch in horror as he clutches his midsection in agony, his former friends standing tall above him. You find yourself unable to move as medical and security staff begin to file out from the backstage area. Matt and Nick walk past you, both making a passing glance as they go.

"Oh, no. Oh, fuck." You finally find yourself able to move.

You move forward and rush around the ring to where some of the medical team are helping get Kenny onto a stretcher.

"Kenny? Hey, Ken. It's me. It's, YN. It's going to be alright, okay?" You assure him.

Kenny writhes in pain on the stretcher and you grab his hand for support. The medical team leads the two of you up the ramp and through the backstage area to where there is an ambulance waiting in the loading bay.

Your worry lessens a bit once you see the waiting ambulance in the distance. But then Matt and Nick show up again and your worry warps into rage.

"You two!" You whip around and confront the Jackson brothers. "You arrogant, pigheaded, Chauvinistic, fuckheads!" You shout for anyone and everyone to hear.

"YN! Let's just calm down now." Matt winces at you and stomps over to him.

You continue on the warpath toward the brothers who both back to retreat. "I want both of you fuckers out of my sight before I shove my foot up both of your asses!" You growl at the brothers.

Jack Perry pops up behind the brothers and you begin to see red. You lock eyes with him and shove past Matt and Nick. Jack spots you coming and is quick to retreat with Matt and Nick.

"Ma'am!" One of the medical staffers shouts at you from back toward the ambulance. "We're about to roll out. Are you coming?" He asks you.

You shoot one last death glare at the Jackson brothers and Jack before turning back around and heading back to the ambulance. You head inside the back of the ambulance and take a seat by Kenny's gurney.

"Sorry about that, sweetie." You grab Kenny's hand and smile at him. "I'm back. And we're going to get you all fixed up again, okay?"

"I'm going to be fine, honey." Kenny lets out a strained cough and clutches at your hand.

You nod in agreement and squeeze his hand. "I know, baby. I know."

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[britbrocedes]

clegan x f1 socmed au *ੈ✩‧₊˚ part 3 - update

Warnings:

— times and dates do not matter

— I’ll try to att every week, please be patient w me

— forgive any mistakes, and your comments and interaction would help me a lot to continue <3

— have a good read!

• Chapters 🪡 Part 1

[1.1] and how does this affect bubbles and mclaren fr

[1.2] ask the contract

[1.3] she has a list!

[1.4] our little Tasmanian Devil

(due to images limit, i’ll continue in part 2 which is already out)

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[alottodix]

In honour of procrastinating to write chapter 10 of the Percy Jackson AU:

Eric Cartman!!

Fanfic: Stan Marsh and the Lost Lyre

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