#this just popped in my head as i was thinking about stan and kyle going to the zoo

[lets-all-calm-down-a-bit]

*Sheila and Sharon take the boys to Cheyenne Mountain Zoo and Stan is very upset about Quarters for Conservation.*

Stan: It’s not fair man! Those poor fatass toads don’t have hardly any tokens, but the tigers and leopards have loads!!! Kyle: Dude, you do know those tokens don’t actually do anything, right? They use the money we paid for the tokens to donate. Stan: If they didn’t use the tokens to determine what animal to donate to, then why would they give them to us?!? Kyle: Stan, please tell me with a straight face why you think one of the leading wildlife conservation agencies of the world is putting the fate of endangered animals into the hands of toddlers who decide which slots to put tokens in purely based on which animal is the fluffiest. Stan: … Stan: But why do they give us the tokens though

#colby rambles #this just popped in my head as i was thinking about stan and kyle going to the zoo #i feel like kyle would put his tokens in the black footed ferret slot #and stan would run to the wolf slot before noticing how few the wyoming toad has and putting his tokens into that one out of guilt #tbh i don’t know if the tokens impact the donations #but it would be pretty fucked up if it did #stan marsh #sp stan marsh #sp stan #kyle broflovski #sp kyle #sp kyle broflovski #sp stanky #stanky sp #sp style #style sp #stan and kyle #south park #southpark #sp #sp shitpost #shitpost #cloby's headcannons

[spiderrmax]

main 4 + s/o on their period

request: can u do like the main 4 x s/o on their period 🙏🙏 author's note: the request didn't specify pronouns so the reader is written as gender neutral but is afab! also a lot of this is based on my experience w my period

Stan Marsh

Knows the most out of the boys due to his sister + his mom

Is still a bit awkward about it though, but won’t shame you for it. knows you can't control it

A bit embarrassed about buying you menstrual products but also knows it’s worst for you so he just keeps his head down.

Doesn’t mind lying with you if it helps. Will do the thing where he holds you from behind and places his hands over your stomach in order to provide some comfort

Knows what kinda snacks his mom and sister have when they’re on their period so he makes sure to get those kinda things.

Is sympathetic if you’re emotional. Won’t understand why you’re crying about a spoon but won’t make any rude comments to you or anyone else.

lets you borrow clothes if you want something loose to wear. also likes seeing you in his clothing :)

Kyle Broflovski

Doesn’t know a lot before dating you because he never cared to learn. His mom probably told him the basics but that’s it

But! Does so much research once he gets into a relationship with you.

Will bring over snacks that he read were beneficial for periods.

“I read that bananas are good for your period because of the potassium.” You call him a nerd but it’s very sweet

his sweetness causes you to cry because he's a "good boyfriend" and he panics while also being happy you think so much of him

Will try to provide advice based on his research but also knows that sometimes the best thing he can do is just lay with you and watch some stupid romance movie.

Also doesn’t mind buying menstrual products! Probably would get shit for it but just argues that his friends are single and wouldn’t get it

Eric Cartmen

Knows nothing about periods; might call you gross at first

Won’t buy you menstrual products, but if you are dating for a while he’ll probably buy something to have at his house. He won’t mention it though, it’s just there one day. 

However he has his good moments. One time you bled through your pants and he let you tie his jacket around your waist because you didn’t have one.

Of course he covered it up by saying he couldn’t be seen with a mess and you’d just embarrass him, but you know he means well. His tell is that he won't make eye contact

Would probably say something that’d accidentally upset you, but would awkwardly console you until you stop crying.

Shares his food with you if it’s something you are craving. Gets to the point where he just automatically gives you a piece while his friends stare in shock.

He's probably the best to cuddle with on your period! He's really warm naturally and that would help with any cramps or soreness

Kenny Mccormick

Also knows nothing about periods. Probably died and missed sex-ed

But! Will ask you a lot of questions to know specifically about your period.

If you send him to buy menstrual products, he will get lost. Send him with a description of the product you want. Would accidentally buy panty liners thinking they are pads

Would love to cuddle if you’re up to it! Has no problem laying in whatever way helps you. He is at your disposal

 Will console you if you’re upset; lets you place your head in the crook of his neck if you’re crying about something. gets that it makes you emotional. you two will laugh later about some of the things you've cried about.

if he's at your house, will def try and make you food to eat. will pop popcorn or make boxed brownies. sometimes they don't turn out great but hey. he means well

Rents movies if you just wanna relax. he's so go w the flow. just listens to what you need and will do it!

#south park x reader #stan marsh x reader #kyle broflovski x reader #eric cartman x reader #kenny mccormick x reader

[shadow-heleyna]

The accident... (Angst, Style [Stan x Kyle])

Chapter 2: Pop quiz

I watched as Stan and Wendy talk to each other across the classroom. Stan is blushing, laughing, and smiling… he looks happy with her. Someone taps my shoulder, I turn my head around, and I see Kenny. He's smiling and… blushing. Why is he blushing?

Kenny leans his body against my desk seat. “Hey, Ky” Kenny says in a happy tone, but it's muffled due to his orange parka, but recently, he's been calling me Ky. I know he's my friend, but he's been acting weird around me lately.

“Hey, Kenny… what's up?” I say as I look towards Stan as he's going back to his assigned seat. “Nothing, just wanted to talk to you” Kenny's muffled voice said while smiling. When I mention anything about Stan's and Wendy's relationship, Kenny doesn't really seem to care… he seems more focused on me than anything else. I keep catching him staring at me. “Kenny… do you think Stan should break up with Wendy?” I whisper to him since Stan has taken a seat at his desk next to me. I watch Stan as he rolls his eyes and looks out the window. It seemed like he heard me, or he gets annoyed when he sees me. “I don't know man…” Kenny says as he looks at Stan and back at me to stare at me again.

Kenny smiles and then goes to his desk.

I turn my head towards Wendy, and she's talking to Bebe and Red before class. She typically talks with Bebe, Red, Nicole, Heidi Tweek, or Butters before class. Stan doesn't really care unless she's talking to Butters. He doesn't really like when Wendy talks to Butters because he thinks Butters will hit on her, or Wendy will cheat on him with Butters. One time Stan beat up Butters because he found a note of a secret admirer for Wendy, and he thought it was from Butters.

Butters now barely talks to Stan anymore and barely talks to Wendy anymore in school. Stan didn't even apologize when they found out the note was from Tolkien before he got with Nicole. Stan just talked to Tolkien about it, and that's it.

Mr. Garrison walks into their assigned seats, and everyone rushes to their assigned seat. “Good morning class… today we're doing a pop quiz” Mr.Garrison says to us, and Cartmen yells “What The Fuck?!” “Language Eric!” Mr. Garrison yells back to him and he already sounds annoyed. Mr. Garrison sighs and looks at Cartmen, irritated and annoyed. “I don't want to do this today, Eric. Just do the quiz so we can ge-” Mr. Garrison gets interrupted by Cartmen and Cartmen yells “Fuck you, Fuck you Kyle and Fuck this!”

“What the fuck did I do?!” I yell confused and pissed off. Cartmen ignores me.

I watch as Cartmen gets his backpack and gets up and out of his desk. He walks to the classroom door and walks out the door. I look around me as I see Stan, Wendy, Craig, Tolkien, Heidi and Mr. Garrison roll their eyes. I sigh and I notice that Craig is flipping off Mr. Garrison.

Mr. Garrison gets the pop quiz out and hands it out to us. Mr. Garrison doesn't give a shit about Cartmen's antics anymore since he's gotten used to it, and he's been our teacher since 3rd grade.

I look at the pop quiz that Mr. Garrison just handed to us. I look around for something to write with and then I look in my bag. I can't find a pencil or anything to write with. I look towards Stan, and I see him looking out the window and he looks zoned out. I move my hand to his shoulder and I tap it. He looks at me, and I blush. I see him get an annoyed and irritated look.

“What?” Stan whispers to me and he sounds annoyed. I don't get why he's so annoyed with me all of a sudden… I bet it's HER fault. I smile softly and then I say “dude, can I bor-” I get interrupted by a shush by Mr. Garrison and I roll my eyes. “You want a pencil I'm guessing, Kyle” Stan whispers but he's more quiet this time and I nod my head. Stan reaches into his bag and grabs a pencil out of it. He hands the pencil to me. Stan goes back to looking out the window, and I move my hand towards the paper.

I started to answer the questions. I look at Stan through the corner of my eye. Just ad I look towards him… he looks at me. I blush, and then I notice Stan looking at my paper and copying my answers. “Hey Stan, you w-” I whisper before Mr. Garrison interrupts me. “Shut up unless you want a 0” Mr. Garrison says, and I go quiet. Stan seems to know what I was gonna say, and he nods his head. I smile softly, and I blush.

How does he always know what I'm gonna say? Even now and we barely talk to each other now. Does he read my mind? CAN he read my mind? Does he know? Does he feel the same?

#craig tucker #craig x tweek #eric cartman #kyle broflovski #south park #south park fandom #south park fanfiction #sp k2 #sp style #stan marsh #fanfic #fanfiction

[4awny]

Anxiety.

Not that Cartman had much of a long attention span anyway, but Kyle was getting on his nerves. He interrupted him loudly, "Oh my god shut up." He said with a flat tone. "I saved your fucking life, Broflovski. You owe me a favour."

"I don't owe you shit." Kyle made a decent effort to suppress his anger. "What makes you think I owe you something?"

"Because you do." Cartman reflected on his question, giving it some serious thought. "Because I don't help people I don't care about. If I do, it's because I know they'd do the same for me. By definition, that's called loyalty."

Emotional blackmail, Kyle preferred to call it, seeing only bad intentions. "So what if they don't want it? Or they don't feel the same way? What then?"

Cartman narrowed his eyes. "You do feel the same way."

"No, I don't. I hate you." Kyle said.

A wicked smirk laid present on Cartman's lips. "You've got a fucked up way of showing it." He uttered and then got to his feet. He dropped the towel somewhere by the sink and forgot to turn the light off as he left the room. He went back to the bedroom. "Wendy, now that's someone you hate. You hate her so bad and it's so obvious to everyone but you."

"First of all, I don't hate her. Secondly, if it's so obvious, why hasn't Stan said anything to me?"

Cartman dropped his phone on the bed and could be heard muttering, you clearly don't know him, in the background.

"What did you say?" Kyle asked irritably.

"I said you clearly don't fucking know him then, do you?" Cartman's head popped in view and there was more gravel in his voice. "Jesus fucking Christ, listen. Stan doesn't care. Stan doesn't care about anything. How can you not see that already." He vanished to go back to doing what he was doing, which was walking around the glass and pondering what he should be doing it with. "Wendy's always been too good for him, I don't know why it took her so long to see it, in my humble opinion."

Kyle couldn't understand where this was coming from. "What the hell are you talking about? All you ever do is talk shit about her?"

"Well, yeah. Stan's my fucking friend, I'm obviously on his side. That's literally retarded. I think Wendy's a stupid bitch for what she did, but I get why she did it. Stan isn't aware of anything going on outside his own head, so it's his own fault. Maybe it'll teach him a lesson. Like, I get it. You're depressed. But can you at least make the fucking effort to listen to me talk about something? It's fucking rude and I think, what's the point. What is the point? Right? We both know it, just no-one says it."

It pained him to say it, but Kyle understood very well. "Right." He agreed quietly.

"Whenever this happens, you know what happens? Me and you sit back and let Kenny do all the work." It made Cartman feel good to finally confront his thoughts out loud. "And that's because you and I, we feel the same about it. We're built different."

"Is that what you really think?" Kyle asked him.

"Yeah, that's what I really think. You wanna know what else I think?"

"Go ahead." Kyle swallowed.

"I don't think you like it when other people are in relationships. I don't like it either. Everything is fucked up when there's a girl involved. Look at Wendy. Whenever she's around us, I have to watch what I say. Okay, she's hot. And she's smart, which are two reasons why I can tolerate her. You though? You don't tolerate her at all. You always deny it too, like why? Just own it. But you won't. Heh. That's a common trait of yours. Denial." Cartman snickered some more and then grabbed his phone to see Kyle's expression, which wasn't currently in view.

"Yeah, and you think about me way too much." Kyle said, just after clenching his jaw. "That's common trait of yours. Obsession." He reappeared on screen with an irritating grin on his face.

The brunette stared at it and didn't react. He studied Kyle's smile for a few seconds longer than he needed to. "At least I'm not in denial about it." He remarked, slowly grinning with him. Kyle couldn't hold his laugh and looked away when he did. This kind of reaction made Cartman a little happier. Kyle responded in the only way he knew how to, which included a few harmless insults and of course, refusing to accept that what Cartman was saying had some truth to it.

Chapter 29 - Anxiety

#south park #kyman #eric cartman #kyle broflovski #cartman x kyle

[twsthc]

twst character playlists 🎧☆

⚠️ warnings: i have bad music taste. also a lot of nightcore. sorry.

last updated: october 10, 2023

🌹 🎼

Riddle: Bôa - Twilight , Laufey - Let You Break My Heart Again , Nakaniwano Shoujyotachi - SHISHAMO

i was thinking about putting in regal classical music or something, but its like, the whole point of riddle is hes a KID and that was taken from him

this is what he sounds like on the inside; a sad teenager lmao

Ace: Estelle - American Boy , Pharrell williams - Hug me , Bruno Mars & Cardi B - Finesse

teenage boy pilled

HUG ME! BRING IT IN! WOOO!!

Deuce: Beastie Boys - Fight for Your Right , Childish Gambino - Girls Look Better , ROAR - Christmas Kids , Wheatus - Teenage Dirtbag

2 people simultaneously agreed hed listen to the Beastie Boys in my discord so here we are!!

Cater: Azelia Banks - ANNA WINTOUR , Magdalena Bay - How to Get Physical , Katy Perry - California Gurls , Mitski - Washing Machine Heart

Azelia and Beyonce are in there cuz pop culture and cater and blah blah blah

i personally think hes a nightcore avril lavigne kid

Trey: BTS - 134340 , Sion - lies , Hyeln Joo - Hair Cut (미장원)

i would give you some super deep and understandable reason for these but.

idk!!! it just sounds like trey. this is what he sounds like.

🥩🎶

Leona: A Tribe Called Quest - Electric Relaxation , MF DOOM - Hoe Cakes , Sade - Smooth Operator , Kendrick Lamar - We Cry Together

i had to consult the african council (my dad) for this one

ATCQ of course, and Sade because my dad asked politely

Ruggie: GROOVY - Jersey Luv , Tay-K I <3 My Choppa , Lil Gnar - Sticky Rice , Odetari x 9lives - I LOVE YOU HOE

i dont have to explain myself to you

(hes african american boy coded)

Jack: Ice Cube - It Was A Good Day , Micheal Jackson - Rock With You , Bell Biv Devoe - Poison , De La Soul - Me Myself and I

i think he would be into oldies and ruggie would tease him for it

micheal jackson stan

🫧🎵

Azul: ABBA - Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! , Dalida - Love In Portofino , Caravan Palace - Lone Digger , Caro Emerald - Tangled Up (Lokee Remix)

old sounding music for the "nostalgia" (he wasn't even born during these eras)

the songs that play at the lounge and it kinda got stuck in his head

he fantasizes about preforming these songs in drag btw

Jade: Antonia Carlos Jobim - Girl From Ipanema , Laufey - From the Start , CAPSULE - TICTAC

songs he listens to on long hikes while thinking about violence

Floyd: 41 minutes of Roblox music , Megurine Luka - Tako Luka Maguro Fever , Euday L. Bowman - Twelfth Street Rag , ₳С₴łĐ₳ - PRIVET PRIVET 2009 ST

haha get it spongebob music because hes a fish

(gets booed off stage)

🌞🎼

Kalim: Serani Poji -Pipo Pipo , 레드벨벳 - Day 1 , takeshi abo - LEASE , MAXIMUM THE HORMONE - ChuChu Lovely...

cutie patootie happy-go-lucky songs

i feel like Takeshi Abo - LEASE is what goes through his head on loop 24/7

Jamil: Paramore - Renegade , Bôa - Duvet , beabadoobee - the perfect pair , LeTigreWorld - Deceptacon , Mitski - Washing Machine Heart

Paramore - Renegade was actually a recommendation! thank you yorick :3

otherwise i think rock/soft heartbroken songs go well with him

👑🎶

Vil: Lana Del Rey - Doin' Time , Magdalena Bay - Killshot , Kitty Kallen - It's Been a Long, Long Time , Mitski - Liquid Smooth

queen. flawless. stilettos. category: bad bitch.

too classy for this world, forever that girl

Epel: KYLE - Don't Wanna Fall In Love , Ram Jam - Black Betty , WHAM! - Everything She Wants , Hot Freaks - I Wanna Be Your Boyfriend

a mix of older and newer songs i guess

i hc he works on a family farm (for fun and allowance). hed be blasting Black Betty in his left airpod while wrestling a sheep in the mud

music taste slightly influenced by deuce and jack methinks

Rook: Vendredi sur Mer - Écoute chérie , Camille - Le Festin , ラムのラブソング , Shelly Duvall - He Needs Me

you know i had to do it to em

okay but these songs unironically fit rook to me idk

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Idia: 【らき☆すた】スーパーアハアハデラックス , 初音PV新作くるみ☆ぽんちお.flv , Caramella Girls - Caramelldansen , 6arelyhuman - Hands up!

the first one represents how i hc he listens to those 16 year old anime tohou remixes on a daily. he injects them into his veins.

nico nico douga war veteran. u u uma uma...

Ortho: Nanoray - DesktopBuddy , METAROOM - S.N.U.F.F.Y

cute and electronic sounding songs!!

🐉🎼

Malleus: Malice Mizer - Ma Chérie , this entire playlist , Yoko Kanno - Green Bird , NASTYONA - My September ,

being honest idk much about malleus

all i know is he would listen to malice mizer and he is gay

Silver: The Smiths - Heaven Knows I'm Miserable now , Burn The Ballroom - Kiss Me You Animal , Wienners - GOD SAVE THE MUSIC

lilia influenced his music taste a lot

Sebek: deaf, doesn't listen to music

Lilia: Mothy - ヴェノマニア公の狂気 , MASA WORKS DESIGN - 狐の嫁入り , Kenshi Yonezu - KICK BACK

trying to stay true to his war general roots while also remembering hes a gamer otaku thing now...

also hes in the "light" music club so

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst headcanons #music #playlist #riddle rosehearts #leona kingscholar #kalim al asim #vil schoenheit #idia shroud #malleus draconia #making this hurt me physically #for some reason the octatrio were the hardest to assign??? #despite them being my favorite dorm #hmmm #character playlist #twsthc

[mouschiwrites]

hey!! I'm making a request for a match-up :))

uhhh platonic, female reader, south park, and some stuff about me is thattt I'm a huge study person, artist, pianist, music LOVER, and TV girl Stan (TRY ME I LOVE THEM SO SO MUCH)

Thanks for your request!! :D I match you with:

Stan Marsh!!

Some headcanons!

He loves to listen to you play piano

He definitely requests you to play funny songs

And he’ll do the most cringe dances you’ve ever seen while you play

He also just likes to share earbuds

Especially when you’re walking home together

You guys have multiple collaborative playlists, all with goofy names like “playlist for when I’m with your mom” or “getting mauled by a bear <3”

But you also have some moody playlists

When one of you is in a bad mood, you’ll invite the other over and just put on your moody playlist

You’ll mope around for a while until you’re ready to talk

(If you want to talk at all)

When you’re not being moody, you’ll play one of your goofier playlists

Honestly you guys just kind of vibe in each other’s presence

Stan likes it when you draw while hanging out though, and he always asks to see when you’re done

He’ll back off if you decline, but he’ll hype you up so much if you do show him

Much like with the piano, he’ll request you to draw stupid things

He’ll hang the drawings on his wall if you let him keep them

He also relies on you academically

Study sessions aren’t uncommon between you two

He’s more inclined to come to you for help than Kyle; you’re way nicer than him

Plus you’ll let him listen to music while you study

If you couldn’t tell already, music is a huge part of your guys’ friendship

A drabble!

You harrumphed, slumping against the wall.

Stan looked up from his phone. He was lying on your bedroom floor, scrolling away, while you were drawing on your bed. Well, trying to draw.

“Art block?” Stan guessed.

You sighed loudly in response.

“Want me to give you some ideas?”

The corner of your mouth quirked up in a lopsided smirk. Oh boy, time for something stupid. You nodded.

“Okay, hm… Sonic. But he’s sharing lasagna with Garfield.”

You nodded again, getting straight to work. You drummed your finger on the edge of the sketchbook while you drew, appreciating the music.

A couple songs later, the sketch was done. You tilted your head thoughtfully as you stared at it. “I’m going to add more stuff.”

Feeling inspired, you filled the negative space on the page with as many pop culture references as you could think of. Character after character appeared in the sketch until every corner of the paper was drawn on. It took a long time, but you were quite proud of the result.

“Done.”

“Can I see?” Stan sat up, excitement obvious in his expression.

With a comedic smirk you flipped the sketchbook around, letting him behold your masterpiece.

“Is that Brian from Family Guy?” Stan burst into laughter, taking the book into his own hands to get a closer look.

He was howling within seconds, tears filling his eyes as he noticed each little detail. “Oh man,” he gasped, out of breath from his fit. “This is amazing.”

You were giggling a bit yourself, watching him lose it like that. “Thanks.”

“Please let me keep this.”

You waved your hand dismissively. “You’re the one who inspired my masterpiece.”

With a huge grin Stan carefully tore the page out, handing you your book while he continued to stare at the drawing.

And a song!

Talk to Me (Cavetown)

We can talk here on the floor

On the phone, if you prefer

I'll be here until you're okay

Let your words release your pain

You and I will share the weight

Growing stronger day by day

…

Anxiety, tossing, turning in your sleep

Even if you run away, you still see them in your dreams

It's so dark tonight, it looks nice, fall asleep

It's alright, come inside, and talk to me

Thank you for your support!! Take care of yourself, lovely lovely dear <33

(divider by saradika)

#south park #south park x reader #stan marsh #stan marsh x reader #stan x reader

[angelicyouth]

Youth ; Chapter 3

⇢ pairing: kenny mccormick x marsh!reader x craig tucker

⇢ synopsis: ❝Growing up with the boys as the sole girl of the group, it was only natural for them to grow protective over their pseudo-little sister as the years went by.❞

⇢ warning: descriptions of a panic attack

⇢ [AO3 link] ; [series masterlist] ; [previous] ; [next]

A cacophony of voices fight to be heard over the other, everyone shit talking around the game of Mario Kart that’s currently set up in our living room. The boys and I watch as the four players duke it out on the big screen, witnesses to a friendship-breaking competition.

Loud stomping abruptly interrupts the taunts, “Y/N! What the hell? Is that my fucking shirt that you’re wearing?” My brother violently hollers from his spot, standing halfway down the stairs to peer down at the rest of us.

“The one you’ve been looking for all morning? Yup.” I lazily drawl from my spot on the couch, obnoxiously popping the “p” in my reply. My head slightly shifts as Tweek attempts to neatly braid my hair, Butters gently coaching him from the side.

“You’re a fucking asshole, you know that? Made me waste a bunch of time looking for nothing.” Stan continues as he finishes his journey down the stairs.

“You act like you have better things to do, loser. No girlfriend, no job—nada. So I don’t see what the big deal is. Are you on your period or something?” An accidental sharp tug makes me wince, Tweek muttering apologies as he quickly kisses the top of my head in repentance for his mistake.

“Shut up! Quit stealing my shit!” He's standing off to the side of the couch now, eyebrows furrowed and arms crossed.

I glare at Stan and say around a mouthful of orange chicken at the top of my lungs. “Quit stealing my weed then!”

”God, you’re such a fucking pothead!” He shouts, fists clenching in anger.

”Says the alcoholic who starts his day with a shot!” It’s a low blow but all I can see is red.

“Bro, quit being a whiny bitch. You’re not dirt poor like Kinny. Just buy a new one.” Said blonde flashes Cartman his middle finger so he rolls his eyes and attempts to correct himself. “What? Fine, at least you weren’t born ginger and a Jew like Kahl. Talk about a double whammy, I’d honestly kill myself.”

”You don’t need a reason to kill yourself, Cartman. Make all of us happy for once and just do it. If you really need a reason, just think about how fat you are and how much wasted space you take up.”

”Aye!”

The match concludes with Jimmy coming out on top and the boys deciding to abandon the game entirely. They resume eating the Chinese takeout that’s laid out on the coffee table in front of them and half-heartedly listen to the sibling’s routine bickering.

“Take it off.” He scoffs at me, face heated with anger. Tolkien rolls his eyes so hard that I’m surprised a headache doesn’t occur.

“Huh?”

“C’mon, Y/N. You’re stupid, not deaf. Want me to ask mom to get you hearing aids? I said: take. It. Off.” Comes out of my brother’s gritted teeth, each word growing more impatient and strained.

“Big deal, Stan! There’s so many other fucking shirts in this house. Feel free to get one from my closet if you need one so bad.” I retort in exasperation, clenching the denim on Tweeks legs that lay on either side of my body in frustration.

“Ack!” The frenzied blond yelps from behind me and I let go, fiddling with the creases on his jeans instead.

“No! Didn’t you hear me, r-tard? It’s mine, I bought it. Now, take it off!” Kyle closes his eyes at the elder Marsh’s words, tired beyond his years.

“Able to throw some money away for a dumb shirt but you can’t even pay me back my hundred dollars.” The local space enthusiast mumbles to himself, a chorus of ‘shut up, Craig!’ resounds from the boys in Team Stan.

“Fine!” I smirk and get off from my perch on the couch, a sly yet very bold idea pops up into my head. The perfect little thing to piss my dear older brother off. If you want petty, I’ll give you petty.

I grab my shirt from the hem and start to slowly lift it off of my frame, quirking a smug eyebrow and taunting my brother with a smile when more skin starts to show.

“Woohoo!” Kenny hollers excitedly at me, his hands in the air.

“F-f-fuck! No! Quit it, will you?! Don’t fucking do that!” Stan pushes those in his way aside and the boys make it hard for him on purpose by sticking out their legs to trip him. My brother scrambles over to me, forcing my hands down.

“Aw. What’s wrong, Stanley? You’re starting to sound a lot like Jimmy, how cute. I thought you wanted your stupid shirt?” I jeer at him. It’s like what Bebe always says: boys never know what they want and that’s the problem with them. Amen, sister.

“Ewww, Marsh. No one wants to see your underdeveloped body.” Craig socks Cartman on the arm, hard and the larger teen squeals like a dying pig.

“Don’t listen to them, sexy! Keep on going!” Clyde joins in laughing, sliding off his jacket and twirling it over his head in support of the apparent stripping going on.

“You’re voluptuous! Curvaceous! I’m already down on my knees at the sight of you, sweet thang!” Clyde continues to exaggeratedly hype me up, comically imitating the sound of a barking dog afterwards.

“I don’t know how you guys can take her seriously when her hair’s only halfway done. Looks like a damn hippie.” Cartman mumbles, more focused on inhaling his food and rubbing his now sore arm.

“Pffft, b-buh-baby Marsh gone w-wild!” Kung pao chicken accompanies Jimmy’s words of encouragement and he grabs one of his arm crutches, twirling it above his head too. My hands are still at the hem of my shirt, lifted up slightly and exposing a sliver of skin, even when my brother lets go.

I turn my head and catch Craig’s eyes trailing down as he smirks at me, his eyebrows lifted up playfully. A glint in his deep blues as he nonchalantly says, “I wouldn’t mind.”

While I’d normally giggle in amusement at the normally stoic teen and the contribution towards further riling my brother up, my face immediately flushes red after my talk with the girls at the party. I’d say that butterflies are invading my stomach, struggling to break free but it honestly feels like a whole damn zoo down there.

Feeling the adrenaline rush from my brother’s anger, the boys egging me on, and Craig’s attention, my heart beats at record breaking speed and I can feel my cheeks shyly heat up. This development doesn’t go by unnoticed as Kenny stops his playful cheering and laughing, watching the interaction between us two with furrowed brows.

“Fuck off, Tucker. Actually, fuck both of you all the way to hell.” My brother grumbles, angrily throwing himself onto an unoccupied space on the couch with his arms crossed. “It’s the fucking principle of things.”

“Big word, Stanley. Is that your word of the day? Did you learn it from this week’s episode of Sesame Street?” I mock him with a pout in fake sympathy.

“Shut the fuck up before I kick your fucking teeth in!” My brother’s stupid face goes red with anger.

He pouts when Kyle holds him back and rolls his eyes, ever the voice of reason. “They were just joking, Stan.”

“Yeah, Stanley. I was just joking.” My eyes continue to follow Craig as he lifts a bite of food towards his handsome face, wooden chopsticks pressed against his still smirking plush lips.

“Craig.” My brother says sharply this time, straightening up his back to glare at the teen over Cartman’s bigass head. I’m slightly confused as to what’s happening but still loving the attention Craig is giving me.

“Relax, Marsh.” Craig chuckles with a challenging look in his eyes. Tension begins to grow in the room and I’m lost because the other guys would normally laugh at suave shit like that and instigate a fight.

I roll my eyes and figure that it’s just them being overly protective, going back to my spot in between the cute coffee addict’s legs so that he can finish his attempt at doing my hair. Butters has a small braid done in between tufts of silky blonde from when I demonstrated the process to Tweek. He rubs his knuckles together, nervous energy exuding from his body as I return next to him.

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The girls excitedly informed me of tryouts and the process, which involves practice with the already established team and the new potential recruits. A week and a half is given to learn a few cheers before the day they hold the official tryouts, which was today. It’s here where I finally meet Nichole Daniels, Tolkien’s girlfriend. It would’ve been nice if he brought her over from time to time but I can understand his vehement refusal of bringing her anywhere near a number of dumb boys. Trouble seems to follow the guys wherever they go.

As promised to the parentals, I attended and it’s not as bad as I thought it would be with the friends I’ve already made being here. I’ve never had problems with dancing as it comes easy to me so it’s nice to just hang out and bask in the feminine energy.

My parent’s request has continued to go under the radar as the boys have been busy with the football season starting. Their practice allows me to not have to think of an excuse for staying out late since they’re already busy, extracurricular activities taking up their time after school as they prepare for the season.

I shove the heavy front doors of the school open, the sun almost fully set as a gradient of red, yellow, and orange bathe me in their hues. The girls always remember to offer me a ride home from their parents but I always politely reject, my guilt not allowing any of them to go out of their way and use their gas on me.

My hands are shoved into my pockets, trying to accumulate as much heat as possible while I begin the journey home. Wisps of fleeting, misty clouds escape from my mouth after each puff of breath I let out and I watch them disappear. I bask in the rare moment of solitude and the quiet that comes with it.

I’m colder than I normally would be tonight because a freshman accidentally spilled her gatorade onto the duffel bag that I’ve been using for cheer. Not only were the sweats that I usually throw on over my shorts drenched in sticky sweetness, but the clothes I wore to school earlier were also an unlucky casualty to the liquid electrolytes.

I wonder if I’ll make the cheer team, I ponder to myself.

The rhythmic sound of my steps on the concrete sidewalk accompany me on my walk and I hum to myself until I hear sharp, rambunctious laughter. I’m startled as my head shoots up and see that across from me in the distance are a group of boisterous, older teens. Fear resounds within me when I faintly remember them terrorizing my brother and friends when they were in the fourth grade, them having been in the sixth at the time.

I pray in my head that they don’t notice me but my prayers go unanswered as they cross the street, now joining me on the same sidewalk. I know I can’t outrun them so I panic and impulsively decide to take a detour, turning right into an alleyway until I dreadfully notice that I can still hear them from behind. What was once just the sound of obnoxious laughter is now the noise of thundering footsteps following closely, beginning to get louder and louder.

My feet hastily pick up their pace and I can feel the tremors reverberate through my now sweating hands, anxiety filling me to the very core. My trembling makes the process of pulling out my phone agonizingly slow and I silently curse at my misfortune.

The white puffs of air that once brought me entertainment on my walk now serve as a reminder of the danger I’m in. Unlike before, they come out of my mouth in quick intervals and I clench my teeth to bid them away.

Out of nowhere, someone roughly yanks on my ponytail and they’re quick to cut off my yelp as a rough hand forces itself onto my mouth. The assailant painfully holds onto my other arm, both grips enforcing excruciating pain.

“Hey, I recognize you. You go to our school, always around those dumb boys.” One of the perpetrators in front of me sneers as he brings his face up to mine, his rancid breath invading my senses and making me feel even sicker than before.  

“Lucky, aren’t we? We got baby Marsh!” Their eyes lighten up in both delight and recognition. I can feel upcoming bile trying to force its way up my throat from hearing the term of endearment the boys call me used like this, the connotation eerie in this situation.

Trying to make a sound is futile as all my cries for help are muffled, my captor getting annoyed at my squirming and relocating his hold on my arm to my neck instead. He squeezes and I whimper in fear, my breathing becomes more desperate when my kicking and elbows do nothing to deter him.

“Why’re you crying? You’re just asking for it when you walk around in fucking shorts. We live in South Park. No one would dress that way outside in the snow if they weren’t a total slut.” They all degradingly mock me, laughter resounding throughout the cold air as foreign fingers begin to play along the edge of my shorts.

“Pffft, dumb bitch.” One of them slaps me just because they have the power to do so in my vulnerable state before squeezing both of my cheeks together with one hand, hard.

“Who wants to go first?” They all fight over the answer to the question and I clench my eyes shut in dread, the color draining from my face.

Before they can do anything, yelling can be heard and I’m dropped by my captor. I stumble to the dirty ground of the alleyway at the loss of my previous support. On the floor, I painfully dig my nails onto my thighs. My breath hitches and my chest tightens, my panicking intensifying despite finally being free.

Short breaths rake through my trembling body and my nails dig deeper. Crescent moons appear on soft skin, invoking blood. My head starts to feel a little light and I try my hardest to calm myself down but it’s to no avail, my attempts prove to be futile. My unoccupied hand trembles as they reach up to touch wet, stinging cheeks. I didn’t even notice that I‘ve begun to sob as every gasp for air racks my body.

“Holy shit.” Varying voices can be heard from around me but my mind barely registers their words as my head continues to feel even lighter than before.

Even though I’m unable to determine whether or not I’m safe, I don’t flinch when someone crouches next to me and hastily crushes me against their hard chest. I’m numb to my surroundings and everything feels distorted. It’s as if I’m underwater, drowning.

“Ack! She’s hyperventilating! Gyah!”

“No fucking shit captain obvious!”

“Shut the fuck up!” The chest I’m against rumbles and my brain finally registers it as the sound of Kenny’s voice. I muster up what little strength I have to look up and see my boys around me. My brother is directly crouched in front of me and from my peripherals, I can just barely see that it’s Kyle in the same position next to him, eyes wide in panic.

“Shit, shit, shit!”

“Fuck! What should we do?!” It’s Tolkien this time but I can’t look away from my brother. My eyes are begging him to do something, anything to make it stop. Oh how I wish twin telepathy were real.

“Breathe, baby. You need to breathe for me.” The world tilts around me as a soothing voice near my ear urges. A resounding gasp of air struggles to be inhaled but it’s too shaky and tears of frustration continue to fall. My breathing isn’t slowing and I just want this to be over.

“Someone needs to do something before her heart gives out!” Someone loudly kicks what sounds to be a trash can in anger, messily spilling its contents all over the floor and I flinch at the blow.

“Y/N, breathe.” Stan coaches me, taking my hand and placing it on his chest. His large hand encompasses my smaller one, exerting slight pressure until I can feel his heartbeat.

“Just focus on the sound of my voice and follow me. In, and out. In, and out. I’m here. You see me, right? You’re here with me at this very moment and you’re safe. You’re always safe with me. Big brothers always got you, yeah?”

I can’t do it anymore, I just can’t.

I’ve been trying and nothing is happening.

It won’t stop and I can’t fucking breathe.

I don’t want to disappoint everyone but I’m tired.

“Shh, shh. You can, love, you can. I know you can.” Kenny patiently encourages me as he gently brushes strands of my hair away from my sticky, tear-stained cheeks. Heavily disoriented, I didn’t seem to realize that I was verbalizing all of my thoughts.

“You know why? Because my girl is the absolute best—the best girl ever and everyone who's anybody knows that. She’s resilient and just so, so strong. As long as she tries her best, I’ll always be proud of her no matter what and nothing she can do will ever disappoint me. Literally, nothing. She could put a bullet through my head and I’d just pass away in euphoria because my last living memory is of a goddess with ethereal beauty.” Kenny continues and ever so slightly, a corner of my lip lifts up.

This is familiar. This is comforting. I know this. The playful flirting and cheesy, over the top exaggeration. His soothing voice helps guide me back down to Earth as I focus on the rising chest of my brother under my fingertips. This is familiar, too. It’s a sound I’ve always known, even before I was born. Whenever I’m feeling sad or scared, my big brother will always hug me to his chest, my ear pressed against the faint beating of his heart. The rhythmic sound let’s me know that I’m safe, I always am when he’s here. This sound is the other half of me.

“Good girl, you’re doing great. Really great. You always do great and I knew you would.” It’s the voice near my ear again and this time, I’m finally able to look away from my brother to see that the voice belongs to Craig. It appears he had a hand on my shoulder throughout the whole ordeal, his thumb rubbing comforting circles over my jacket.

I now notice that Butters has my other hand firmly in his, tears streaking down both his and Clyde’s faces. They all must have found me after practice and I’m thankful that I wasn’t too far from the school before everything went down.

When they ask me what I was doing out so late, in athletic shorts no less, I mumble an excuse about the girls inviting me to workout in the weight room back at school. They don’t know that it’s not just today that I’ve been trekking home alone at night and I don't want to correct their assumption when they sternly lecture me on how dangerous it is.

After taking me home and getting myself cleaned up, they decide on an impromptu movie night filled with blankets, pillows, and snacks. Last minute texts are sent to their parents, notifying them of an emergency sleepover. They place me in the middle, a cocoon of softness, warmth, and comfort. They let me choose all the movies for the rest of the night and the food we order for delivery.

Our faces are colored a pale green from the clay mask I put on everyone, those with longer hair having mini palm trees at the top of their head from being tied up away from their faces.

Self care, they told me.

This isn’t edible so don’t try to lick it off your face, I told Cartman.

I slowly look around and take in the bright light of the television reflecting off of their individual faces. Some people, like Tolkien and Kyle, are starting to nod off, fighting the last dredges of sleep for my sake. On the other end of the spectrum, Butters and Clyde jump at every loud sound that accompanies the suspenseful music, paranoia painting their faces white. Tweek catches my eye and gently feeds me a kernel of popcorn.

Surrounded by my boys, I smile knowing I’m safe whenever I’m with them.

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I’m sitting in front of my vanity, carefully applying some makeup to cover the faint bruising on my cheek, the process therapeutic. The occasional clicking of buttons could be heard, Craig lounging on my bed with a handheld gaming console in his hands. I softly mouth along to the words of the low music playing from my phone while faint laughter can be heard from downstairs.

I chance a glance up and catch Craig’s reflection from the corner of my eyes, but I don’t turn my head around as we make eye contact through the mirror. My lips unconsciously quirk up, fondness of the boy behind me fills my entire being from the tips of my toes to the top of my head. “Hmm? What’s up, Tucker?”

He doesn’t say anything, only a thoughtful look adorning his attractive features. Ever since the night the boys found me, I’ve been catching their lingering gazes on me from time to time. Eyes distant, as if they’re looking past me.

I settle both of my elbows onto the tabletop, my hands carefully framing both of my cheeks lest I smudge my hard work. My smile doesn’t falter, never when I’m with him, and I lightheartedly tease him, “What? Never seen a good looking Marsh before? I know you’re around my brother all the time but he's not that ugly.”

I’m successful in getting a reaction from him because I’m soon rewarded with a twinkle of mirth in his eyes, his expression softening, “Come here.”

His deep voice is firm, filling my room with its gentle demand and I blindly obey. With Craig, I’d do just about anything for him. He’s now seated upright and has positioned himself at the edge of my bed, legs open and his thumb tapping a beat onto his thigh.

When I’m close enough, the boy grabs both of my hands, interlocking our fingers together. He gives the intertwined digits a swift, reassuring squeeze before guiding me to him to close the short distance between us. I stand in between his legs and he elicits sudden goosebumps along my arms as he carefully drags his long fingers down the length of it, slowly before finding purchase at my hips.

I instinctively loop my arms around his neck, bringing us closer together and he gently squeezes in response. He murmurs so quietly, “Are you okay?”

I softly reply, my thumbs rubbing soothing circles onto the back of his neck, catching strands of smooth black hair. “You’re here, aren’t you?”

Our voices are hushed. There’s no need to be quiet but it feels like we’re in a bubble and at any disruption, no matter how slight, might pop it.

“Yeah… You know I’m always here for you, right?” I softly nod in response, a slight shift in this space of intimacy we’ve created.

“You know you have me, right?” Again, I nod as I hang onto his words.

“Because I’d do anything for you, Y/N. It doesn’t matter what it is—big or small. At the asscrack of dawn or in the middle of the night. I'd drop whatever I was doing if it meant getting to you when you need me.” His long fingers reach up to lightly smooth his thumb at the area where soft skin meets makeup.

“If you ever have any doubts or feel upset about anything, just talk to me, okay? And I promise that I’ll do whatever I can to erase those doubts and remind you of how much you mean to me. I don’t ever want you to feel alone or less of anything, not when you mean everything to me.” The ravenette continues as he moves his hand, this time tucking silky strands of hair away from my face and behind my ear.

I shyly giggle in bliss at his soft touch and even lighter voice. “Where is this coming from, Craig?”

He ignores my question, persistent to convey his message to me. “You do know that, right, Y/N?”

“Of course, I’ve never doubted it or thought otherwise.”

“Good.” The teen says, satiated before bringing us down onto the bed.

My hands lay themselves against his chest to keep myself upright and he caresses my head with both hands, angling my head down to give my forehead a soft kiss. His lips lingers before pulling away.

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It wasn’t hard for the girls to see the slight traces of lingering purple under my attempted camouflage. I tried to reassure them that it wasn’t anyone’s fault but mine, yet they persisted in trying to make up for it due to the guilt they all felt.

I had just finished applying my daily cover up and was adding the final touches to my hair, making sure that every single strand was in place. Satisfied, I turn the brightness of my computer screen back up until the reflection of myself on the glass disappears. I had time before I was due to head out so I loosely curled every lock cascading down my shoulders, braids adorning either side of my head. The girls wanted to take me out later in the day as an otherwise unnecessary apology and I hummed to myself in excitement.

“Wow, doll. Is this all for me?” I look up from the boss battle I was currently engaged in, pausing to identify the intruder that let out a low whistle.

Kenny leans off from his laidback position on my door frame and lazily walks up behind me, the end of his lips quirked up. He gives me an appreciative hum as he takes his time scanning my appearance, indulging his eyes on my figure. I patiently smile at his appreciation.

“Ah, scratch that. That was a stupid question, you’re beautiful every single day to anyone who lays their eyes on you. You don’t even need to try so I meant to say that this is a welcomed treat.” I turn around in my seat to face him, giggling at his words of praise. I greedily drink them in as I loop my arms around his waist.

“Beautiful?” I seek more of his validation, a deepening blush rising on my cheeks as I parrot back his compliment.

He takes a small section of my hair and gently guides his hand to his face, kissing the soft locks in his possession. He hums to me, “Beautiful, bewitching, alluring… You’re every synonym and every iteration of the word, babe. You define beautiful, you’re the very embodiment of it. That word was created because of you—if I were to look under the definition of it, your name would be there.”

My smile grows wider and my cheeks start to hurt from the action, resulted by the constant influx of euphoria that the blonde never fails to provide me. Whether from being drunk on the male’s compliments or shyness, the color red has made its permanent residence onto my cheeks.

He lets go of my hair and gently cups his large hands on either side of my face, angling it up towards his taller figure.

“Pretty.” He quietly utters to my skin, kissing my forehead.

“Gorgeous.” A kiss to my nose this time.

“Irresistible.” A kiss to my left cheek.

“Ravishing.” A firmer kiss to my right cheek with a playful growl, melodic laughter gets pulled out of me.

“Lovely.” He says much softer this time, watching me with gentle eyes. He keeps his devoted gaze onto my visage, his thumb lightly goes over my lips once. “Everything a guy could ever ask for in a person. Everything that I could ever want in life. If I could have one wish, it’d be you.”

My eyes flicker between bright azure orbs, the air between us charged. Before I can say anything, the sound of muffled yelling from my brother’s room startles us. I hastily look away embarrassed, the moment between us broken.

“Can I make you pretty, too?” I flash him a toothy grin and he playfully rolls his eyes, seeking refuge onto my bed. That’s all the answer I need before I push at his shoulders to guide his back down before I settle myself onto his lower stomach, giggling with an eyeshadow palette in one hand and a makeup brush in the other.

Washing flecks of glittery white over his eyelids, I bring my face closer to his and take the time to study the teen under me while his eyes are closed. His slender hands find purchase at my hips and I find myself mesmerized at the mini constellations that adorn his handsome face. Albeit not many, every freckle looks like a tiny star, accentuating the blonde’s mesmerizing features.

I lean in closer to get a better look as I carefully paint a streak of black, a steady hand making a line. I inspect my latest stroke when his hand gently grabs the wrist of the hand I have hovering over his face, the same one holding my eyeliner brush. His eyes slowly open as to not disturb my art, our faces close to one another. Kenny showcases his boyish smile, flashing me with deep dimples at the lack of space between us and my eyes inadvertently lower, seeking plush lips.

“Haven’t you noticed that yeah, the boys are overprotective over you. But when it comes to Kenny and Craig, it’s different?”

Fuck.

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Chapter Eight: Rubble to Rubble

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Series masterlist

Chapter Warnings: mentions of pregnancy, cursing

Authors Note: Enjoy these next few chapters you guys🫣 shits getting real now.

Chapter art by @silvell

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“Where the hell you been, Junebug?” My dad asked, getting up with concern as I walked in the door.

“Oh, I just drove to Denver to show Mark and Vanessa the ultrasound. I ended up staying a couple hours.” I explained, shrugging my shoulders as I tried to keep going upstairs, but my dad stopped me.

“A couple hours? Why are you going there in the first place?” He asked angrily, causing me to look back at him confused.

“Oh, well, they wanted to know about the stuff… And I said I'd keep them updated, so I did.”

“You could have mailed it to them. Why would you drive an hour out to East Jesus, Nowhere?” He lectured, making me even more confused.

“I just did. You know, and while Mark and I were waiting for Vanessa… We watched Ghost… And then he burned me a couple of CD's of this weird music, so…It was cool. He's kind of cool.” My dad shook his head at me.

“Juno, you can't just drop in on them like that.”

“No, it was not a big deal. He was totally cool with it.” I said to calm him down, though it didn’t work much.

“You don't understand. Mark is a married man. There are boundaries.” He explained, and I scoffed at him.

“Oh, come on. Listen, Dad. Now, you're acting like you're the one who has to go through this. Like you have to get huge and shove a baby out of your vag for someone else. What does it matter if he's married? I can have married friends.” I grabbed my car keys from my pocket, slamming them on the table infront of my dad, knocking over the jar of weed he had been putting together.

“It doesn't work that way, honey. You don't know squat about the dynamics of marriage.” He yelled back, glaring at me as he put the bids back in the jar.

“You don't know anything about me.” I snapped at him. It was safe to say I got easily defensive with my dad. He was gone for most of my life, why should I let him affect me. Well, he wasn’t home, he was still there, slowly making everything worse for Stan Shelley and I. And my mom too. I know he was trying, but it takes a lot of hard work to fix that.

“I know enough.”

“We don't even sell at the farm anymore.” I teased, making him roll his eyes.

“We don't sell anymore because you and your siblings had to be little babies about it and complain to mom! When you guys move out I’m gonna be so rich, I’m gonna buy a parakeet.” He explained, ignoring me as he focused on making his jar look good.

“Whoa, dream big.” I remarked, heading up to my room as he shouted after me.

“Oh, go fly a kite.”

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IT WAS STRANGE COMING BACK TO THE BROFLOVSKI HOUSE. Kyle and I had agreed that we weren’t telling his family about the baby, there was no need to stress them out if the baby was going to someone else anyway. I missed coming here. It was right next door, it was always the house I’d look at on my way to the garage, look at with hope. Back before we understood what anything was, when I’d sit on our ‘throne’ as Stan and Kyle worked to build our elven kingdom. Kyle and I getting married in the highest point of the tree house with ring pops so that we could rule our kingdom together. It was all so innocent back then. I collected myself, taking a breath before knocking.

“Hi, Juno. What can I do for you?” Sheila Broflovski asked, smiling happily as she answered the door.

“Kyle home?” I asked, smiling back.

Kyle’s mom was possibly attractive once, but now she looks mostly like you’d expect a mom to look. I’m sure his dad was head over heels, I don’t know maybe Jersey people were his thing. I didn’t mind though, I’d always thought of Mrs Broflovski like my second mom. She would always treat me as such. Making sure I had extra sunscreen at the beach, helping me learn to ski, making cookies every time I came over.

“Hey, man. Don't concentrate so hard. I think I can smell your hair burning.” I teased, seeing Kyle leaning against his bed with his homework binder in his lap. I swore his face must’ve lit up the room when his eyes met mine, jumping from his seat as he stood to come help me walk over.

“Hey, what's up?” He said cheerfully, grabbing my arms to help me come sit down in the beanbag chair from across from where he had been sitting.

“Not much. I just wanted to come say hey. I mean, I miss, like, just hanging out with you on school nights, you know?” I said, which caused Kyle to smile even more, his face softening of it even could more than it was. He pour a few to face into his hand, plopping them in his mouth before looking back at me. Orange tic tacs are Kyle’s one and only vice. The day I got pregnant, his mouth tasted really tangy and delicious.

“Wow, you really… You really seem to be getting pregnanter these days.” He said, chuckling slightly as I laughed along.

“You know, I set up this whole private adoption. And this married couple in, like, Denver, they're gonna be the parents.”

I couldn’t explaine it really, the way his face seemed to drop the slightest bit when I mentioned that. That the fact we weren’t gonna keep it, disappointed him. I didn’t know why. We were 17, you’d assume it would hurt us more to have to keep it. But it didn’t. And I think I understand. Something that would connect the both of us forever, gone. I guess that stings.

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

“Wow, what are they like?” He asked, and I sighed, laying back slightly.

“Well, I mean, the guy, he's awesome. His name's Mark, and he likes old movies and he plays the guitar. We actually hung out this afternoon.” I explained, causing Kyle to look at me with furrowed eyebrows.

“Is that normal?” He asked in response, making me shrug.

“Probably not, but…Listen, I talked to my mom and dad...And they said they wouldn't narc you out to your folks...So I think we should be cool, you know?” He smiled, but it wasn’t a Kyle smile, more like the smile you give someone to get them to stop talking. More just pressing your lips together and trying to smile but you couldn’t.

“That's a relief. How pissed was Stan?” He asked, now frowning as he mentioned Stan. As much as Stan was my twin brother, he was Kyle’s best friend. I know he hadn’t spoken to him since he found out, and it stressed Kyle out to no end. He knew I had told him, he knew it would come out eventually. It just broke his heart a little to know that his best friend felt that betrayal from him.

“He was, pissed. I think now he’s just mostly afraid you’ll never talk to him again for being a dick.” I explained, chuckling slightly at the dramatics my brother showcased.

“He wasn’t a dick, he was just mad.” Kyle said, making me nod sun agreement.

“That’s what I said.”

“I just miss him, you know?” He said quietly, causing a thick silence to fill the room. It was a weird feeling, kinda like when I told him I was pregnant. It felt empty, painfully empty.

“Yeah, yeah I get that. You know, I'm gonna… Start looking like a pretty big dork soon, so…” I explained, making him chuckle.

“You always look like a dork Jo.” He interrupted, causing me to roll my eyes, shoving him teasingly as he laughed.

“Oh shush. Are um, are you still gonna think I'm cute when I'm huge?” I asked, looking up at him as a light blush covered my cheeks.

“I always think you're cute. I think you're beautiful.” He replied quickly, not even taking a moment to think about his answer. My face turned an even brighter red.

“Jeez, Kyle.” I couldn’t help the nervous laugh that left my mouth when I replied.

“Well, I do. Hey, Jo, when this is all over, we should get the group back together.”

“Oh, yeah. I mean, that would be awesome.”

I hadn’t hung out with the boys all together much since everything went down. It was awkward, I really only had been with Craig and Kenny through it all. Hell I hadn’t seen Butters in weeks.

“I mean, once Cartman goes back on his meds…” Kyle continued, making me nod. I hadn’t seen Cartman in weeks, I didn’t even know he was refusing to take his meds again.

“We're just, like, ready to rumble.” I said, and Kyle sighed, as if he were preparing himself to speak.

“And I mean, we could always get back together too. That's an option.” He looked down at the ground as if he was trying to avoid my eye contact, and I gave him a confused look.

“Were we together?” I asked, making Kyle look back up at me, nodding awkwardly.

“Yeah, we were once, you know? That time.” He explained, forming a new awkward silence between the two of us.

“What about Rebecca Cotswolds? You could totally go out with Rebecca Cotswolds.” I offered, trying to change the subject. He furrowed his eyebrows at me at the mention of the girl. She joined our school in freshman year, though we had know her since fourth grade due to the spelling bee. Even then everyone thought she was sort of strange, she didn’t communicate the same way due to being homeschooled. The entire time Cartman teased Kyle for being “in love with her” because he talked to her so much. It was Stan who found out the reason he talked to her was to learn more about girl, so he could talk more to me.

“I don't like Rebecca. She smells like soup. I mean, have you ever smelled her? And her whole house smells like soup.” Kyle explained, shaking his head with defiance. He let out a low sigh, looking down at the ground to avoid the awkward situation. I couldn’t help but feel my heart pang at the sight. This was different, it was weird.

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#south park x reader #kyle broflovski x reader #kyle broflovski #stan marsh #stan marsh x reader #kenny mccormick x reader #stan marsh x sister reader

[broflovski-brah]

skipper you’re too nice and kind to say this so i’m gonna say it because i’m feeling bitchy today. i know it’s comforting to imagine that yalls faves like all the same things you do and some of yall desperately want kyle to be this soft uwu guy but let’s be so for real right now. kyle would not be a fucking taylor swift fan. where are people even getting this from? he canonically listens to hip hop and new wave and has never shown any interest in girly pop music, unlike some of his friends cough cartman cough. also, most regular dudes (which kyle is) don’t like taylor swift. if we’re gonna modernize his music taste i honestly see him being more likely to listen to music like drake, childish gambino, and tame impala over taylor swift. maybe hozier if you really wanna give him a soft side. wendy, shelley, and cartman are RIGHT THERE they would be the swifties, not kyle. he’d actually be more likely to be super annoying about his music taste and act superior because he listens to the smiths than be a swiftie. i will die on this hill. ok bye im gonna go work on my 100% ACCURATE kyle playlist

aw that’s nice that you think i’m kind lol-people usually tell me i’m bitchy.

but yeah.i do agree with this. kyle isn’t a taylor fan im sorry. there’s no way he would like any of her music, county, pop, folk song, whatever. he hates her music. he would respect everything she’s done but he doesn’t get why she’s so overhyped.

as for modern music taste i say beastie boys.. (no sleep til brooklyn hits hard tb) maybe some fall out boy in there, but not the really edgy ones. i sort of agree with the hozier bit? hozier is more stan’s thing imo, but like i can see kyle liking jackie and wilson. like if hozier came on the radio he wouldn’t turn it off (unless it’s smth like like real people do, i can’t see him liking songs with that sort of beat) but he wouldn’t be actively enjoying it. he would love drake. eminem as well. maybe pop smoke. i can see him being an early kanye fan but he stopped listening to him when he started going off the deep wnd. he would like rap and hip hop and stuff.

tbh i don’t usually know how to respond to a head anon i disagree with without sounding mean or anything. i don’t wanna make people feel bad. but kyle being a taylor fan just doesn’t make sense to me.

#south park #skipper speaks #kyle broflovski #anon #asks #answered

[slugbugda]

An Old Friend

A/n: I haven’t written anything in months but I was talking with @skipper-the-cryptic-bastard about their kraken Kyle headcanon and I just had to >:^D

I can’t write g/t to save my life--

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Stan leaned his head up against the back of his seat, watching mountains pass by as they drove through Utah. He wasn’t sure why they were there, exactly, but in lieu of Spring Break his dad wanted more than anything to take them to a place where he could “Get outdoors”, and “Man up a bit.” 

The car pulled away from the backroad, stopping in a dirt driveway next to a wooden cabin. It was surprisingly nice; God knows where Randy got the money to rent it out. Stan took out his headphones and grabbed his bag as his parents talked away in the front.

“Maybe we’ll catch a sea monster or two.” Randy laughed, throwing open the trunk of the car. He pulled out two fishing rods, dropping them to the ground of the dirt driveway. 

Sharon scoffed. “Don’t say that around Stan, you’ll scare him.” 

Rolling his eyes, Stan got out of the car– leaving his discman in the back seat. “I’m 16. That stuff doesn’t scare me anymore.” He sighed.

“Yeah, yeah.” Randy gave a dismissive wave, “Can you come help me get this cooler out?”

It was just past 9:00 when they made it to the Great Salt Lake, and Stan was already lamenting Shelly for not being there. It’s not like he could’ve used college work as an excuse. Not that it mattered, though, as it was now one of the few times where Stan’s dad actually wanted to spend time with him– however that may be.

Sharon wanted to give the two some alone time, leaving Stan and Randy on the dock positioned just outside of the cabin. It was nice out– Stan sat down on the wooden pier, letting his legs dangle off of the sides above the cool water below. A soft wind blew through his hair as he did so. Meanwhile, his dad pulled up the cooler– leaving it only a few feet away from the ledge before propping it open. 

Inside were a dozen or so beers, along with a jar of worms. Stan cringed as he watched them wriggle and move inside. It made his stomach lurch.

“Now I know you don’t like hunting,” Randy started, taking one of the two fishing rods from Stan’s hands. “But this is different.”

Stan raised an eyebrow at that. “They’re still alive, dad.” 

“Not if you know how to fish. They won’t even know what got them!” Randy popped open the jar of worms, stabbing one onto the tip of the fishing rod. “Now you try.”

Reluctantly, he took out a worm and hooked up his own fishing rod; casting it into the water. He squinted his eyes as he took in the morning Sun’s glare, watching as it reflected down on the lake. For a few minutes they sat in silence, with Randy eventually breaking it. Stan picked up something about sea monsters before zoning out– finding himself lost in his own thoughts. 

When he first told Kyle that he was going to Utah for Spring Break, he seemed nervous– despite the fact that he also wouldn’t be in South Park. 

“My dad wants to take me hunting, I think.” He said.

“And you can’t just do that in Colorado?” Kyle asked; he was supposed to be visiting family over Spring Break. Sbf or not, why would he care where Stan was?

At first, Stan waved it off as something to do with Utah's Mormon population, but now he wasn’t too sure. He felt his eye twitch.

“It was in the pamphlet.” Randy interrupted Stan’s thoughts, “Krakens and all. It’s a curse, I think.” He cracked open a beer from the cooler.

The tip of his fishing rod bobbed in the water, but no fish was there. “Where’s the pamphlet, then?” Stan asked; not that he believed in it, but weirder shit has happened. He could suspend his disbelief for the sake of the trip.

“One second.” Randy got up, pulling his fishing rod out of the water. “I think your mother has it.”

Stan watched as he got up and walked away, half-drunk beer still in hand. 

Once Randy disappeared behind the treeline Stan focused his attention back on the water. Something felt off; he shifted uncomfortably and looked around, but no one met him. The hair on the back of his neck stood up– as if he was being watched. 

Suddenly, something darted past him; slipping under the deck just below his feet. Stan’s breath caught in his throat. Whatever it was, it didn't look like a fish– no, fish don’t have tentacles. 

From the way it moved in the water he could tell that it was at least four to five times bigger than him. And now, whatever it was, he heard it go still; he was being watched. Keeping the fishing rod in one hand he pushed himself back, bringing his legs up from the dock. 

“Just because it’s landlocked doesn’t mean you won't find any.” Randy’s words ran through his head, “They go here when they miss the sea.” 

Stan cursed under his breath, looking through the wooden boards in an attempt to see what was there. Randy hadn’t come back yet, but he doubted he could do anything about it. 

“Who’s there?” Stan choked out. He waited for a few seconds, but a reply never came. “Well no shit…” He muttered bitterly. 

Suddenly, the thing bolted out from under the deck; it was faster than before, hidden by the glare of the sun. All Stan could see were those same tentacles, coloured a sea green– he paled in size to even one of them. 

It made its way to a nearby rock, but stopped in its tracks. Stan felt himself jolt forward, pulled by the fishing rod clasped tightly in his hands. It was hooked onto something– Stan’s heart raced as he looked down. 

It was hooked on a tentacle. 

Stan’s hands shook, but he wasn’t about to back off. The tentacle jerked around in an attempt to get free; blood stained the water where one its suckers had attached onto the metal tip. He raised a hand over his eyes in an attempt to see better, cursing his empathy as he did so.

The other tentacles had splayed out around it, hiding the rest of the creatures form– at least, the parts that couldn’t make it to the rock. Stan squinted as he tried to make it out; a distinctly human torso connected to the tentacles from the hip. They were massive– giant, even.

“What the fuck…?” Stan said, not to anyone in particular; maybe to the sea monster, or kraken, whatever it was– but he wasn’t sure if it could understand him.

Carefully, he pulled up the rod and grabbed the end of the tentacle. It was cold and slick, and almost slipped away as he held it; the jerking stopped as he did so. Stan pulled the tentacle off of the hook before letting it go, watching as it slipped back into the water. 

It started to swim away, albeit awkward and haphazardly, leaving Stan alone again on the dock. 

“Wait!” Stan shouted out, and the kraken stopped for a second time. “Can I have that again? I’ll bandage it.” He was tense, as he could tell that it was, too; why? He didn’t really know. 

To his surprise, it pushed itself back over to the dock; giving him ample time to roll up his sleeves and take grab of the tentacle again, holding it still as he used a free hand to grab the medical kit from the cooler. The final job wasn’t very well done, but he was able to wrap the tentacle in a layer of medical tape; stopping the bleeding. Stan wiped what was left of the mess with gauze, drying it off before dropping it back into the lake.

He didn’t expect the kraken to cooperate, but it stayed still through the ordeal– occupied with covering its face and upper-body. That was until Stan got a glimpse of something in the water; that being curly, orange hair floating out from behind the other tentacles. His heart raced, and his eyes met the kraken’s. 

“...Kyle?”

#South Park g/t #G/t #This is fr awful

[thatsmyassbrostop]

TOLKIEN ASK THING. also stan. mayhaps a kyle or wendy if ur feeling daring

There was another ask for Kyle too so I'll do em at once Tolkien

Sexuality headcanon - Cisgender Bisexual (Female-leaning but a strong bond or strange attraction will do it)

OTP - Stolkien, ofc

Brotp - Crolkien (Craig/Tolkien) or Tolkyle

Notp - Cartkien (?? Cartman x Tolkien)

First headcanon that pops into my head - Tolkien has a light sway when he's standing or hugging or anything and it's super calming for people, especially anxious ones

Favorite line from this character - "I'm out"

One way in which I relate to this character - Underrepresented token black friend who people tend to chalk up to stereotypes and presumptions

Thing that gives me secondhand embarrassment about this character - As a black guy, Tolkien embarrasses me for finding Tyler Perry hilarious. Shame on him.

Cinnamon roll or problematic fave - Cinnamon roll but I think those labels only go so far in South Park lol

Stan

Sexuality headcanon - Nonbinary Bisexual (Definitely not cis but he's afraid to question it)

OTP - Stolkien

Brotp - Style/Stenny

Notp - Canon Stendy (Bi4Bi/Nb4Nb Stendy is cool)

First headcanon that pops into my head - Stan wants everyone to care so hard when he comes out and nobody fucking does

Favorite line from this character - "Hey Tol-KEEN"

One way in which I relate to this character - Facing lots of expectations to lean more toward trying to live like some alpha male when in reality there's a lot of underlying emotionality and queerness. Also messy behaviors I've since moved past and sympathize with

Thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character - He's literally the worst boyfriend ever

cinnamon roll or problematic fave? - problematic, NEXT

Kyle

Sexuality headcanon - Cisgender Demisexual (Female leaning)

OTP - Style I guess? I'm just really flexible with Kyle, and I enjoy K2 and Tolkyle a lot

Brotp - K2 and Tolkyle

Notp - Kyman, but I actually don't rly care that much, I'd say "NOTP" is a bit strong

First headcanon that pops into my head - He and Stan are better for each other when they're older, I tend to think of him pretty separately from Stan as they're growing up bc they're both really messy and have shit to work on

Favorite line from this character - "I'm poopies, Ma!"

One way in which I relate to this character - I spent a lot of time being passionate about being right but not enough about *doing* right, which led to some hypocrisies. I never resent Kyle, really, for being a mess intellectually

Thing that gives me secondhand embarrassment about this character - The way he won't get over Cartman even into his middle age, like I *get* it to a certain degree but buddy it gets embarassing

cinnamon roll or problematic fave? - he's just a guy to me. just. just a little guy.

Wendy

Sexuality headcanon - Genderfluid Polysexual (Bc of Call Girl, and I enjoy Wendyl a lot)

OTP - Tolkiendy/Bi4Bi Stendy

Brotp - Kendy/Stendy

Notp - Canon Stendy

First headcanon that pops into my head - Wendy's gonna spend time after breaking up with Stan experimenting with who she is, it'd be a little resentful but it's also natural to that really emotionally tumultuous teenage stage in life

Favorite line from this character - "Don't do that, Tweek"

One way in which I relate to this character - A strong emphasis on visibility and social equity, as well as sympathy to a fault at times. I'd want her to learn as I did that it's okay to not take care of some people who won't take care of themselves.

Thing that gives me secondhand embarrassment about this character - She keeps trying to fix Stan without understanding that he's naturally codependent and NEEDS to be taken care of, there's nothing she can do to change that herself and she's dragging herself down.

cinnamon roll or problematic fave? - problematic cinnamon roll. She's sweet and I love her but she's also lowkey sadistic and fucked up. I love it too.

#south park

[inactivebooo]

𝑺𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒏 - 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒏

It’s been a couple days since you last took a test , and so you decided it was time to buy and take some more . You awkwardly navigate the store isles until you find what you’re looking for.. looking around to check if anyone’s near (no one is) you grab a handful of different tests and pop them into your basket. In a pathetic attempt as keeping any dignity you had left , you used the self checkouts. “Stupid fucking thing SCAN!! Ahem.. sorry” you smile sheepishly at the supervisor watching you.

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As soon as you get home , you make a run for the bathroom. Taking all 5 of your tests and then pacing relentlessly. Soon enough the timer you set goes off … upon seeing the results you burst into tears . “Oh thank god!!” You let out a sigh of relief as you glance down at the 5 negative pregnancy tests in your hands. As you slowly recover from the shock , you decide you need to call Kyle and then Stan.. of course you’ll need to tell Craig and the girls too but they can wait.

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After you got off the phone with Kyle , you head over to stans. Once you reach his house , you knock on the door and wait patiently for him to answer. Eventually the door opens. “Hey y/n! What are you doing here?” Stan question as he invites you inside. “I was hoping I could talk to you? About a few things actually” you inform him as you both head into his bedroom. “Uh yeah sure I guess” you sit on the edge of his bed , and motion for him to join you. “So um.. I took a few more tests this morning, they were all negative” you stare at stan to gage his reaction, he appears to be processing the news. “So what does that mean..?” He asks “I’m not pregnant!!” You exclaim in excitement. Stans baby blue eyes brighten significantly “you’re not?? Oh y/n/n this is amazing!!” He tackles you into a tight embrace . You pull back with a wide grin on your face “Stan.. there’s one more thing I wanted to talk to you about..” you look up at him through your eyelashes , begging him to hear you out. “Alright..?” “I.. I want you to apologise to Craig.” Stan stares at you bewildered for a moment before running his hand through his silky black locks. “.. I don’t know y/n.. he doesn’t exactly like me- I mean he did kinda bust my nose the other day” “I’m gonna talk to him too- just please Stan .. if not for yourself then for me?” You stare into each others eyes for a moment before he caves. “Fine. But only for you”

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Once you get home the first thing you do is seek out Craig. “SPACEBITCH??” “WHAT?” Yeah he’s home..

You walk into his room and flop onto his bed “dearest brother of mine… may we chat?” You bat your eyes at him.. he rolls his. “What now” “okay number one - I took more tests and you’re not an uncle!!” You grin “secondly I’ve spoken to Stan and he’s going to apologise for being a dick to you… I was wondering if you’d maybe do that too..? For me?” Craig ponders it for a moment “and what’s in it for me if I do?” You’re flabbergasted.. clearly you didn’t think of that. “Uhm.. I won’t go behind your back with my boyfriends anymore..? And idk I guess I’ll but you one of those stupid ass space light projector things” “they’re not stupid- but alright FairPlay .. I suppose I’ll apologise.. you gonna apologise to Clyde for smashing his jaw?” You place your hand on your chin in fake thought before sighing “I probably should”

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“Alright you may have noticed that I’ve gathered both groups here today .. now I know we all have had some.. disagreements but - I’d like to suggest we form a truce” you say whilst stood in-front of both groups . “… I agree - this has gone on far too long” tweek speaks up and you offer him a smile. Soon enough it’s agreed that the two gangs would all reconcile and become friends. You walk over to Clyde , who cowers behind Bebe slightly “Clyde I just want to say I’m sorry” relief washes over his face as he perks up “it’s alright.. I’m sorry for being a dick in the first place.”

“Kyle?” Stan askes as he taps said ginger on the shoulder. “Yeah?” “I’m sorry dude.” Kyle softly smiles at Stan , “dude.. I’m sorry too”

Craig comes over to Stan next. He clears his throat “uh Mar- Stan. I want” he sighs “I want to apologise for being a jackass to you” Stan grins ever so slightly “it’s alright dude.. Craig? I’m sorry for being a dick and treating y/n like shit the last few weeks” both boys stare at each other before Craig initiates a hand shake “for y/ns sake I’ll forgive you..”

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As everyone is heading off home , Stan grabs your wrist and twirls you around to face him. You stare up at him quizzically “uh.. y/n? Will you be my girlfriend again..?” You beam up at him.

“Yes.”

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Tags - @valstarroz @h3artilly @4xbei77 @heckie-dizzle @carinaryen @kodzuchar @66bloomcat @lacunaanonymoused @onaluvstowrite

#seventeen #stan marsh x reader #south park smau #stan marsh x y/n

[alister312]

South Park Fukuoka Pop-Up

Thanks to a heads up from the ever lovely @/danilazuli, I found out about another South Park pop-up shop opening today! Unlike the last two which were in Tokyo, this one is in Fukuoka. Since that means I don’t have to get on a flight to get there, I went after work today.

First difference from the anniversary one in Tokyo last summer is that this one wasn’t its own store, but instead shared the space with some other pop-up events going on. Specifically, a Capcom pop-up, a Doraemon pop-up, and TMNT pop-up. This meant it was much smaller than the big Tokyo one I went to and didn’t really have any extra themed stuff like the school bus photo op.

As you can see, it was pretty much just the merch. This was still pretty nice because they had a lot of stuff from both the anniversary Tokyo pop-up and the second one I didn't go to! In particular, my friend and I were thrilled to see that they had the non-pixel acrylic standee with all four main boys that completely sold out last summer. Unlike the other ones that sold out, that one was not sold as a part of the secondary distribution in Village Vanguards so this was very exciting. They also had the Creek-themed totes, something only sold at the second pop-up that I didn’t see being resold online afterward.

Other highlights include many character buttons and keychains. They only seemed to have the Stan, Butters, and Towlie acrylic keychains, though they also had Kyle, Kenny, and Cartman as well last summer. I’m not sure if they stopped selling those ones or if they were simply out of them for the day. I’ll check when I go back again. I don’t remember the buttons or the plasticky key pouches being available at last summer’s pop-up, but maybe they were at the other Tokyo pop-up. Or maybe they’re exclusive to the Fukuoka one! I’m not sure.

Speaking of stuff I hadn’t seen before, I don’t think they had these shirts at either of the Tokyo pop-ups before. I really like both of them! The pixel Butters is very cute and simple, but the Let’s Fighting Love one is just so funny and classic. I didn’t get either one today but I’m definitely considering it for when I go back 👀

Even if I didn’t get the shirts, I did get a bunch of other stuff! I have quite a lot of clothes, but as I said, I am very tempted. One of the things the pop-up advertised was a sticker if you spent ¥3000 (~$30). I assumed this was just one sticker if you spent at least that much, but apparently it was one sticker for every ¥3000 you spent. I got 2 of these stickers. They’re blue with the classic lineup and I honestly like it a lot. I do wish they had more more options though, especially because it’s very easy to spend over ¥3000 (all of the shirts are ¥3300).

All in all, I think it was definitely worth the trip over there! Hopefully a lot of people go to it and let Matt and Trey know that there’s fans down in Kyushu.

#south park #sp merch #sp fandom #sp #サウスパーク #don’t ask me how much i've spent on merch at these damn pop ups. or how much i will continue to spend. #if anyone has questions or requests for when i go back later lemme know lol

[caughtonwebcam]

I found an unfinished apocalypse au style oneshot in my old crusty dusty wattpad drafts. I was reading a book at the time about two gay dudes helping each other survive after a virus kills everyone so this is literally that but with Stan and Kyle (I’m so creative!) so I thought I’d post it

The air is finally starting to cool as the golden glow of the sun settles into the horizon. I watch as my shadow becomes longer, nerves making me shift uncomfortably on the jagged pavement. Should I have gone in with him? He shouldn't have left the weapons with me. The sun was setting, who knows where the infected could be hiding. I'm starting to think we'd made a rash decision choosing to leave Denver behind. And yet, at the same time, what else could we do? And where can we go from here? We're doomed. The whole world is... or was. Everybody just disappeared so rapidly. I take my phone out of my pocket, ready to call Stan, just to check if he's okay. It's nearly dead. Great. The eerie silence makes my stomach squirm. My leg bounces as my doubts start to seep in. It's only been about around 48 hours.

Suddenly, I hear footsteps approach. My muscles tense when I hear the sound, but relax when I recognize a familiar voice along with it.

"The store was nearly empty," Stan explained, slinging his black backpack over his shoulder, "it's like we're living in COVID again." He reaches into his bag, pulling out a can and tossing it to me. I catch it. Canned spaghetti. It's also like we're living in World War 2 or some shit.

"I wouldn't compare this to COVID," I chime, "At least there was a vaccine for that."

Stan sighs though his nose. He sits down next to me and pulls out another can. He hands me a plastic fork. I take it, apprehensive. I pop open the can, frowning. Looks about as appealing as earthworms. In the corner of my eye, I catch Stan glancing at me. I direct my gaze away from his.

"Dude," he says to me, "you gotta eat. Look, if this is about rationing or whatever, I got plenty of food to last us—"

"It's not that."

Stan's eyebrows furrow as he tilts his head like a confused puppy. "Then... what's up?"

He scoots closer to me. I curl my fingers as his inch closer to mine. I can't tell if it's intentional or not.

"Stan?"

"Hm?"

I turn my head to face the horizon. The light is dimming and almost gone. My entire body feels hollow, yet heavy at the same time. I just want to stare at the light until it goes out completely.

"Remember how when we were kids, I used to get pissed at you for being so cynical and depressed all the time?"

"Uh... yeah. Why?"

"I finally get it."

Stan's eyes soften, but he keeps his confused expression. And then I see something click.

"Kyle."

My eyes start to sting a little as I fight back the sadness pooling behind them. I never cried often, especially in front of others. But I feel like these past two months have changed me. I still fight the tears from habit and shame, despite myself. We were already vulnerable. I couldn't let my baggage drag us down. Besides, Stan's equally been through enough.

(It just cuts off here I never finished it)

#south park #kyle broflovski #stan marsh #style south park #stan x kyle #post apocalyptic #apocalypse au #South Park au #South Park apocalypse au #fanfic #fanfiction #my fanfic #oneshot #au #unfinished #abandoned fic #south park fanfiction

[roostertuftart]

kyle for the ask thingy

sexuality headcanon- Demi bisexual (male preference) or demi gay. he's demi no matter what though. Or ace. just ace spectrum rly imo

otp- Is this even a question. STYLEEEEE style style style. I love style sm. Literally look at them they mean so much to me. Stan and Kyle are such a fun dynamic and there's so much that can be done with them. they're best friends and they love each other more than anything but they're also codependent and could be the other's downfall. They hate each other. They need each other. I want to shake them.

brotp- not to get literal but I love his dynamic with his brother so much. Kyle just being an annoying older brother with eldest-sister-aka-the-third-parent-complex who is desperate to be a positive figure in Ike's life and Ike wanting Kyle to fuck off so he can watch Pewdiepie (but he loves Kyle dearly). Iconic.

notp- Mghhhh I'm not gonna go on about how I hate ky///man here as I've done so plenty before but I don't like it as a bothsided thing except in rare cases, typically only if it's used as a plot device that isn't intended to be endgame. It makes me genuinely uncomfortable- On the other hand, a lot of my closest friends ship it so I can tolerate it. But yah, not my thing and not something that makes much sense to me except in very specific cases.

first headcanon that pops into my head- Freckles bc someone commented that he doesn't have them on an animation I made the other day and it pissed me off lol

Also he's autistic

favorite line from this character- "Because you're my little brother, Goddammit! And even when I'm fifty and you're forty-five, you're still gonna be my little brother!" Bless him

one way in which I relate to this character- Hghhhhhh hahahahah oh boy. Ummm Repression and anger as a defense mechanism. Can't keep my mouth shut. Too judgmental (trying not to be,,), and plenty more. he's so fucking relatable I hate him

something that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character- His tiktoks (though I also adore them) and how badly he'll try to fit in in the most awkward ways possible. It's more loveable than embarrassing though.

cinnamon roll or problematic fave? Cinnamon roll. He has some issues and can be shitty but I think he's overall a good person who tries his best and I think that shines way above any missteps he's made, especially considering he's rarely malicious and usually his worst actions were taken out of hurt and in an attempt to make things better for everyone.

Here's the prompt for anyone who wants it!

#kyle broflovski #ask #anon #ty! #south park #ask game

[6ftkyle]

Kyle? For the ask game

fffinally doing this ask game :3 i didnt forget, ive just been having a real Time lately.

1: sexuality headcanon gay! homosexual! every fleeting interest he's ever had in a girl has been comphet! im usually pretty flexible on sexuality headcanons but this one is like. phew. that is a homosexual.

2: otp its so so so hard for me to choose between k2 and kyman as my kyle otp. ive been into k2 for so much longer, but there's not nearly as much content for it, so kyman is on the brain constantly.

3: brotp stan and kyle. i really and truly love their friendship so much, i think they're bizarrely codependent besties who can hardly make a single choice in life without filtering it through each other and bickering about it.

4: notp also style i think. not that i outright hate it, i just cant get invested in it as a romance, really. mal reminded me kybecca exists so im gonna say that actually, sowwy

5: first headcanon that pops into my head i like to think he's a lil bit colorblind, as a personal coping mechanism for how clashy his ugly lil outfit is. he can't see how bad it is, it's a nice lil fall color combo to him.

6: favorite line from this character "I'm nine years old, and I have a hemorrhoid, Stan. I have a hemorrhoid, and Cartman has his own theme park." i am never not thinkin about this one, fellas

7: one way in which I relate to this character :^ ) well. theres a whole lot of ways but im gonna go with the fact that the age gap between him and ike is about the same as the age gap between me and and my brother. his relationship with his foul mouthed gamer little brother reminds me of my relationship with my own foul mouthed gamer little brother a lot of the time

8: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character uhhh i think the whole crushing on heidi arc. embarrassinggggggg

9: cinnamon roll or problematic fave? problematic fave, its south park, theyre all problematic faves

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