Invisible String - Jake Kiszka P1

Invisible String - Chapter One: Child In The Garden

Word Count: 2,864k

Warnings: 18+ (Not this chapter but in future chapters;) MINORS STAY AWAY.

This story follows Greta Van Fleet x OG character Gigi from early childhood to present times. Super sappy, sweet, sad, plot twisty shit here. Enjoy!

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Marjorie knocked on the front door of her best friends house three times. She heard shouting and three pairs of little feet running and scuffling around from inside. She looked down at the little girl that held her hand and smiled excitedly. The child beamed up at her with the same excitement written on her face. 

About ten years ago her husband Tom had told her that their daughter was going to be the spitting image of her. And that she was. She had the same green eyes and blonde hair, which was tied into a single braid all the way down her back. She was very small but quite the spunky, spirited child. Nothing other than a complete tomboy, having no interest in dolls, dresses, or other girly play things. She preferred playing in the woods behind their house, in the creeks and streams, and running barefoot up and down the dirt road that connected her only friends' house to her own. 

There was a commotion behind the door and little voices fighting over the door handle. A deeper louder voice was heard and the smaller footsteps seem to scurry away, followed by some heavy footsteps and the sound of the lock turning and the door opening. A friendly figure stood in the doorway to greet them. "Hi, Uncle Kelly!" The little girl yelled and ran to hug him. Marjorie followed her daughter inside and greeted her long time friend, and best friend's husband,Kelly. "Hello beautiful girls!" Kelly exclaimed. "Dinner's on the grill and should be ready soon. Karen is in the kitchen, Marj."

"Thanks Kelly. Tom should be here any minute. He had to run into town to grab some things from the store for me." 

The little girl let go of her 'uncle' and followed her mother down the hall and into the kitchen. As they came through the doorway they both saw Karen standing over a cutting board with a knife and an assortment of random vegetables. 

"Marjie!" Karen exclaimed. "I'm so glad you're here, now you can help me. I need the onions sliced so Kelly can put them on the grill with everything else." The two started a conversation about the weather and other things that did not interest a ten year old girl. She walked over to the dining room table that was just opposite of the kitchen island and looked around the room. 

She had practically grown up just as much in this house as her own. There were a few paintings on the light green walls and white curtains that hung from the rod above the big window looking out to the front yard. To the left of the window was her aunt Karen's wine cabinet. A house plant sat on the top and hung about halfway down the side. The top half held her wine glasses that she had collected over the years, and some of which she had inherited from her family. The bottom half was where all of her bottles of wine sat. Some were fancy wine saved for birthdays and anniversaries, and others cheap enough to come from the grocery store. It never made sense to the girl why the wine was kept on the bottom and the glass on top. She understood that the glass was easily broken, but wouldn't she want to keep the alcohol further away from her children? There was a lock on the bottom cabinets, but it was useless as it was broken. It made no sense to her but it seemed to work for Aunty Karen.

She walked passed the table and the wine cabinet into the sitting room. Aunty Karen loved this room. It had vintage velvet couches and pretty plants hanging from the ceiling. She always had books sitting out on the coffee table next to the little figurine center piece. She dragged her fingers along the table and went to look out the window on the far side of the wall. From that window she could see her own home. It was very small in the distance but she could see the white paint and the black roof. 

She must have tuned out all the noises around her as she looked out the window because she was very startled when she heard a small voice behind her yell, "Boo!" and felt hands grab her sides. She let out a shriek and quickly turned around to find the face of a little boy looking back at her. He had a mop of brown hair on his head and a cheeky grin on his face. He had meant to scare her, and he did just that. "Sammy! You scared me!" She scolded the little boy who was about a year younger than her. Unfazed by her lecturing, he just looked at her with a smile on his face. "Dad said you were here so I came to find you." He told her. "We're all playing outside and you have to come play too." And with that he grabbed her hand and began to lead her passed the dining room, through the kitchen, by the stairs, down the hallway, and out the back door.

Sammy still held onto her hand until his dad called him away to help carry plates of freshly grilled food inside, leaving her on the concrete patio. Underneath an umbrella that was attached to an outdoor table sat another little girl. Brown eyes and brown hair just like Sammy, only she was taller and had a more round face than Sam's. She had bangs and very neat combed hair. She sat quietly with a coloring book and a few pencils not realizing she was standing there. "Hi Ronnie!" Greeted the little girl happily. Ronnie looked up at her guest and smiled. "Hi! Do you wanna color with me? I can pull out a coloring page for you." Ronnie was a year older than her and always behaved like the little girl's older sister. They weren't particularly close but they were friends and got along just fine when they wanted to. Ronnie was very girly, clean, quiet, and calm, the exact opposite of her. 

"No, I'm okay thanks though." She answered. "Where are the boys at?"

"Oh.. okay. I think they're running around in the trees playing tag or something."

"Thanks Ronnie. I'll probably want to color later aft-.." The little girl was interrupted by a loud yell behind her. "Gigi!" She turned around in just enough to time to see someone running at her and arms engulf her in a clumsy hug. They tumbled backwards slightly and their ankles caught on each other sending them both to the ground with a thud. Ronnie rolled her eyes at the two of them. 

Gigi was crushed under the bodyweight of someone who was slightly bigger than her. Another little boy, with a goofy grin and energetic personality propped himself up with his hands in the grass on either side of her head and looked down at her. "Hi Gigi." He laughed, completely out of breath. "Joshua get off! You're crushing me!' She half laughed and yelled. He rolled off of her and stood to offer her a hand up. Before she even had the chance to dust the grass off of her shorts she was embraced by him again, only this time it was much calmer.

Josh was Gigi's best friend. She was his. They were completely inseparable and have been since Josh held Gigi for the first time as a newborn baby. They were as close as two people could be without being siblings, despite the two year age gap. Their parents thought it was odd that they both became so close instead of her and Ronnie. Her and Ronnie were closer in age and they were both girls, yet the universe picked Gigi and Josh to be best friends. 

After a second Gigi pushed him away telling him that he was sticky and smelled funny. "You should go wash your face before dinner, Josh." He happily and without question walked inside to do just that. 

"Hey, Gigi." She heard from behind her. She spun around to see Josh's twin brother Jake. He walked up to her and gave her a side hug. She just smiled at him and turned away to hide the redness in her cheeks. She didn't understand why she felt her cheeks heat up around Jake. It was uncontrollable. She couldn't help it, sure, but it still embarrassed her nonetheless. Her and Jake were close, but still not as close as her and Josh. 

Her and Jake both carried the same passions, and that's why they got along so well. The minute the both of them could hold a guitar they were begging to learn how to play. And that was something they did together often. When Josh was busy or tired, her and Jake would go and hide for hours and hours, play their instruments, sing, talk about music, and listen to Jake's parents vinyl collection. Jake often felt like Gigi was the only person in the world he could talk to about his dreams. That was all because they both had the same dream. To share music with the world. 

Marjorie's love for music quickly spread to her daughter the minute she could understand it in the slightest bit. Gigi had grown up going to her mother's shows and performances that slowly got bigger and bigger as the years went by. She loved to watch her stand on stage in elegant dresses underneath a spotlight and sing along to an orchestra. Every time she saw her mother perform, she wanted to do the exact same thing when she got older. 

Jake walked around Gigi to face her and scrunched up his nose in stifled laugh. She furrowed her eyebrows in confusion as he continued to cover his laughter. "Come here" he said as he motioned towards himself. She slowly walked up to to boy still unsure of what was so funny. He reached out, pulled her braid from behind her back and undid the tie. He brushed his hands through her blonde hair to undo the braid. Gigi never questioned it because she quickly realized her hair was why she was being laughed at. She always had a habit of messing up her hair by being a little too crazy. She fiddled with her fingers and looked down at her shoes as he picked the pieces of grass out of her hair. "Here, now look at me." He said, and she obeyed. "There. Now you don't look so crazy." He said with a laugh and tucked her hair behind both ears. Before she could thank him, Josh, Sammy, Kelly, Karen, Marjorie, and Tom, all made their way through the backdoor.

Josh ran up to her and pulled her away from his brother by the hand to the chair he claimed as his. All five children sat down at the table while their parents made up their plates of grilled chicken, corn, salad, and a slice of watermelon. They ate, giggled, talked, and joked until they had all finished and struck up a game of hide and seek. And they ran and played for a good long while, until the sun had said its goodbyes for the day and the stars began to dot the night sky.

They had made their way back inside to watch a movie after Karen had told them it was too late to be outside any longer. Kelly had made Sammy say his goodnights to the other children and carried him up to his room for the night. Josh and Gigi had curled up next to each other on the couch as Ronnie looked through the movie case to pick a film for them. Her and Jake sat together under a blanket after she had picked A Bug's Life. Not long after the movie had started Josh had his head laying on the arm of the sofa and soft snores came from his mouth. Gigi knew he had fallen asleep but was afraid to move for fear of waking him up. 

"Psst. Gigi." She slowly lifted her head her head off of Josh's shoulder to look at Jake who had just whispered her name. "Wanna go upstairs?" He asked quietly. "I'm bored of this movie." Ronnie smacked his arm, offended he didn't like her movie choice. Gigi looked from Josh and back to Jake before nodding her head yes. Jake took the blanket off his lap and got up from the couch, waiting for Gigi to follow. She slowly stood to her feet, careful not to wake Josh. She walked over to the love seat on the other side of the living room and pulled the blanket from it. Cautiously, she laid it over Josh and tucked it around him. "Night, Joshy." She whispered and lightly kissed him on the forehead.

"Gross" Jake whispered at Gigi. "You're gross." She said and pushed him out of the room. They walked up the stairs to the door at the very end of the hallway on the left. Jake opened it and they both walked through. Immediately, Gigi was hit with the smell of old books and furniture. The whole wall opposite of the door was a huge shelf that was full of hundreds of vinyl records that belonged to his parents and grandfather. Papaw Kiszka had always felt just as much Gigi's grandfather as the other Kiszka children. Gigi had no grandparents of her own, and Paps was the closest thing. 

Jake walked up to the old record player that sat under the window to the left and pulled Elvis's G.I. Blues out and slid it back into its sleeve. "Watcha wanna listen to, G?" Jake asked as he placed it back on the shelf next to the other Elvis records. Gigi shrugged and turned away to hide her flushed cheeks. Jake was the only person in the world that called her G. She didn't know why or how he came up with it, but she absolutely adored it. "Not sure..." she slid her hand along the shelf reading the spines of each record. She passed records from The Who, Taj Mahal, Bob Dylan, Tom Petty, and Joni Mitchell, before stopping on the section with the Stephen Stills records. She pulled out three of the vinyls from the shelf. "How about some Stills?" She asked looking up at Jake. "Sounds good to me." He nodded. "Which ones you got there?"

"We have Stephen Stills One, Stephen Stills Two, or Manassas. You pick." She told him, holding out all three for him to see. He reached out for the album with the big blue letters on it. Gigi smiled. "I knew you'd pick that one." 

"Well it's my favorite!" He laughed and slid the vinyl out. "I know, Jakey. It's mine too so I'm glad you picked it." She said with a smile. "I thought you liked Manassas the most. Johnny's Garden used to be your favorite song, right?" 

"Yeah it used to be, but you changed my mind." She smiled. Jake laughed loudly as he put the vinyl into the player.

"I've converted you!" He cheered and fist bumped the hair. "The first one is the best and now you know it!" Gigi stood on her tiptoes and pulled his hand down. "Hush!" She said while laughing. "You're gonna get us in trouble and we haven't even played anything yet!" He quieted down, realizing this. He turned back around and slowly and carefully dropped the needle onto the record and waited for it to begin playing. 

After a few moments of silence, the sounds of Love the One You're With filled the small room. Jake turned to look at Gigi with an excited smile to which she returned. Jake sat on the ground and patted next to him motioning for her to sit. She sat shoulder to shoulder with him facing the window and the record player. She closed her eyes and let the sounds of the music fill her ears and her lungs as she breathed in the atmosphere around her. She could feel Jake staring at her even with her eyes closed. "I wonder why he's always looking at me." She thought "If I open my eyes I bet he'll be looking at me. It's not that weird to look at people." She tried reasoning. "But it is weird to stare. Maybe he just likes to look at people. He probably doesn't even realize he's doing it."

Without opening her eyes she laid down on her back. The song ended and Do for the Others began to play. She opened her eyes when she felt Jake lay down next to her. They looked at each other for a moment and Gigi closed her eyes again, leaning her head against his. The record continued to spin and they listened to the songs they had listened to a thousand times before. They enjoyed the silent company and the sound of the music that filled the air around them. Before long, the both of them had drifted into a peaceful sleep, leaving the needle skipping at the end of the record.

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The Christmas Kids

Summery:

It's been four years since Craig Tucker stepped into South Park. After a nasty, one-sided breakup at sixteen with his long-term boyfriend, Tweek Tweak, Craig has been on a downward spiral with seemingly no end. With a new assignment from his therapist, Stripe #10 and enough medication to kill a small village, Craig is returning to the source of all his problems. Things have changed in South Park and some people don't know how to leave well enough alone. With new friends, old friends, and something in between, Craig just wants to disappear out of the lives of everyone

Parings: Craig/Tweek, Kyle/Stan, Kenny/Butters/Marj

“I dream of you in every waking and sleeping moment and its the sweetest and cruelest form of torture.”

Day one.

My name is Craig Tucker.

I’m twenty-two years old.

My therapist is making me do this assignment where I have to make an entry for a whole year. Three hundred and sixty-five entries. He told me that it was okay to skip a day or two if I forgot or didn't have the energy to write anything down. I don't mind this if i'm being honest, it's better than wallowing in my own self pity like I have been the last few years.

I think it would be rude to not introduce myself to you, even if you are just a leather bound book filled with empty space.

So.

My name is Craig Tucker and I'm depressed.

I was first diagnosed when I was sixteen when my boyfriend of six years broke up with me. Then a lot of stuff happened and I got the free upgrade of having MDD- major depressive disorder, a few years later. I’m gay, I’ve known since I was fourteen. You’re probably wondering, “Craig, how did you have a boyfriend for six years if you didn’t know you were gay until years after you started dating him?”

That, my friend, is the question, isn't it? I grew up in South Park, this fucked up little town in Colorado. The adults were insane, there was one fat kid who was a menace to society (his friends were too, I still hate them for Puru) and then there was Tweek.

Tweek Tweak was this neurotic little blond kid whose parents ran the only coffee shop in all of South Park.

We even fought once because of the fat kid I mentioned earlier. We’d played superheroes together (I was Super Craig and I beat the shit out of other kids, I loved it) and before we “dated”, we were doing some medieval shit with this new kid who farted. Like, a lot. It was a weird time.

Then the Asian girls started making yaoi fanart of us and the whole town had decided that we were gay, dating and that was that. We “broke up” shortly after and Tweek had decided to make me sound like a cheating bastard with some dude named Michael (srsly what the fuck, im still mad about that).

But I guess we just sort of stayed together after that. We fake dated for the town but we actually became really good friends and eventually the line between friends and being something more just… blurred. I was the only one who could calm him down and he was the only one I could stand touching me.

That's sort of my thing. My family never believed in coddling their kids and it was rare to be touched in a way that wasn't violent (I got into fights a lot) or those posed two second family pictures. I even remember flinching away from his touch in the beginning because it was so foreign.

I haven't let anyone else touch me since.

The thought makes my skin crawl, like having any one else’s hands on me but his made me want to throw up.

Sorry, I'm rambling aren't i? It's been a while since i've talked to anyone that wasn't the therapist.

I'm gonna be honest, book. I’m not okay.

I’ve been in love with my ex for nearly ten years and I don't know how to get over him. No one else clicks and a part of me is so, so tired of getting drunk and high to feel something other than misery and self pity that I just want everything to end. That sounds bad doesn't it? Who feels that way over some guy?

Everything feels heightened now because I'm going home to South Park for the first time in four years and I'm scared out of my mind. I was a complete mess that last year and a half of high school after Tweek broke up with me and I spent most of that time high, drunk or both on the first set of meds that made me feel numb enough that I could barely think and when i could, i was so fucking miserable i wanted to die.

If I'm being honest, I don't even know how I graduated. Despite what everyone thought about Kyle Broflovsky and Wendy Testaburger being the smartest in our grade, I had been on track to be valedictorian, which I hid from everyone as best I could. Sure, I had sucked at school when I was younger but the teachers had been able to tweak (ha, jokes) how I was taught and boom, smart as hell.

Honestly, I think my teachers felt bad for me and just passed the depressed gay kid who was dumped by his long term boyfriend for a fucking girl.

Ugh.

Book, this entry is making me want to jump so I’m gonna end it here. So see you for entry two, maybe I won’t be so miserable the next time we talk.

-Craig.

He flipped the book closed and flexed his fingers, which had cramped from the amount of writing he'd done. A part of him had almost felt bad for trauma dumping through the pages and immediately wanted to punch himself in the face because how fucking stupid is that? It's a book.

He hadn’t been lying as he wrote and he’d even felt like the slightest bit of weight had eased off of his shoulders for a moment. He looked around his barren dorm room and wished he could make time stop moving; graduation had come and gone and now he was heading back home to South Park for the first time in years. Apartments were too expensive in the city and he was completely wiped out from paying tuition.

So home it was. Tricia was about to be in her senior year of high school and he’d felt guilty for missing so many events the last few years. His mom was excited he was coming home and he had no doubt that every single miserable person in town knew the Gay Kid was coming back home.

Being out of the cold shadow of the mountains had done him good, his voice had finally let go of the lispy rasp he’d had for so long and he'd let his hair grow out so it stuck out from under his hat.

He looked towards the desk in his room and stood from his perch on the bed. Stripe #10 had been changed to his carrying case and he’d protested it, his angry weeks expressing just how he felt being in his tiny enclosure.

“Dude, chill. You’ll be in there for only a little longer and I’ll give you treats later.”

Stripe let out a huff in response.

“Don’t sass me young man, it's hard being a single mother dealing with your tantrums.”

Damn kids.

He shrugged his bag on and lifted the cage, leaving behind the dorm he’d occupied for so long. He left the key by the RA office and put Stripe in the front seat of his car, buckling him in and throwing the bag into the back seat.

“Don’t expect to see your deadbeat dad anytime soon bud, just because we’re going home doesn’t mean you get to see him.” He said to Stripe, who didn’t respond.

Teenagers are so ungrateful nowadays, he thought to himself and started the long journey to South Park.

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i do i want to hear about your girls just in general they sound very interesting please tell us stuff random ask question : what would each of the girls’ favorite song be and why

(sorry if this wasn’t an invitation for asks, disregard this if so and have a great day !!)

this was 100% an invitation!!!

OKAY so to set the scene. imagine 22-23 yr olds who create midwest emo music & are gay.

narrator is safiya, she plays bass and is hot. sullen but raging, light-humored but heavy-hearted. she uses a second-hand bass. she is always reciting memories. she lives so deeply in the past that the present is leaving her behind. she has an enormous, paralyzing fear of death (my special gift to her. from me). her favorite song is probably daughter by loudon wainwright iii but she would never admit it. she probably says it’s ask the angels patti smith or lou reed ride into the sun

love interest is miki, she’s an amnesiac who has to get to paris, ohio; the band’s last stop on their tour is helltown, ohio so they (not without an argument, but out of girl-goodness and peace & love) decide they can bring her home. she intermittently factory-resets essentially & the girls don’t know this yet but she’s a ghost BOO. she is a ghost bc the overarching themes of the story relate to grief & music & the main question WHEN WE GO, WHAT DO WE LEAVE BEHIND? miki’s favorite song is stay by pink floyd

the other girls are eleanore (lead vocals & guitar) who is very into like crystals and thinks she is psychic (she is psychic). she is my sweetheart, she has never been in love and never will be but she loves the world so deeply and believes in magic so much that she has never once thought she’s missing out… has fuckugly fashion sense. favorite song is applejack dolly parton and ALWAYS plays it when she has aux bc she is not in the business of denying herself pleasure.

suzie (backup vocals and rhythm guitar) who is blonde and vapes a lot. tries to be sooo go-with-the-flow; it’s an excellent act on her part. she makes all the band posters and is a fantastic & utterly erratic artist; her guitar is covered in stickers she made. she acts like she is only in the band to get head bc she has permanence issues & is secretly made of fear (favorite song is james dean you let us down by dazey and the scouts but HER song is bobby jean by bruce) but

JODIE (drummer) is madly in love with her. they fall together eventually but it’s a slow process of developing trust etc… jodie is so cool and has a secret twilight obsession #twihard and loves to knit. her older sister is her best friend and she always wants to be safe more than anything, but has this constant taunting instinct to do something great, something no one has done before… it’s what attracted her to joining safiya’s band in the first place. favorite song is puetro rican jukebox by panther but she was named after the saves the day song jodie

marjorie is safiya’s lifelong best friend & the band’s manager/roadie. they have sort of a kenstewy from succession thing going but they’re not In love in the end, they just love each other … will do anything for each other. marjorie is constantly plagued by headaches and shit bc her hrt gives her migraines & it’s characteristic it’s just classic that the terrible dependence she has on everything that makes her herself hurts her too—namely safiya, who also gives her headaches :) everyone so easily assumes she is safiya’s keeper (as marjorie is very type-A and safiya is like a wild cat) but marjorie needs safiya so badly in return it’s actually embarrassing for them. marj’s favorite song is i’m not made of iron by chrissy zebby tembo

about: *leo fowler.

basics.

full name: leopold kristoff fowler meaning of name: leopold = ‘people’ & ‘bold’, kristoff = ‘bearing christ’ nickname: leo, tadpole by some family members age: 23 date of birth: november 12, 1996 hometown: tallahassee, florida nationality: american ethnicity: dutch gender: demiboy sexuality: pansexual spoken languages: dutch, english profession: in lovell he’s a part time student and works at fowler’s flowers, but just the latter in st. louis

appearance.

height: 6′2″ eye colour: blue hair colour: auburn??? i feel like that’s the version of if someone had strawberry blond hair bt . strawberry brown instead??? idk it’s reddy-brown voice: pretty deep, surprisingly smooth jst feel like he has the personality of someone with a rougher voice bt . alas...... obnoxiously thick southern accent tattoos: c’est la vie on his ribcage, kristoff on his hip, ‘x’ on the inside of his middle finger done in shitty stick and poke, ‘L’ done in stick and poke on the side of his wrist, heart with a knife through it on his chest, tattoo inside his lip that says ‘pussy master’* :pensive:, ‘ouch’ on the bottom of both soles of his feet*, a hand giving the middle finger on the back of his left calf, dolly parton’s signature on the top of his thigh from when he got it at one of her concerts, a smiley face on his ass* >_>, a melting popsicle on the back of his right bicep*, ghost face mask on his right shin; * = he did them on a dare LKHSDGKLHLSDG piercings: lobes, right cartilage, industrial bar in his left ear, nostril, had an eyebrow and lip piercing when he was younger clothing style: pretty dishevelled and purposely ill prepared outfits, sometimes u can catch him in just plaid and khakis but more often than not he’s in something weird, his prized possession is a leopard print shirt that has a heart in the center, steals clothes from his aunt and uncle when he has nothing clean/can’t bother finding anything, been seen in marj’s skirts and leggings bc of this, and then on the other hand he’ll wear like a lime green tank top with a monster baseball cap worn sideways his style is just carefree and eclectic

health.

physical ailments: n/a neurological conditions: bipolar i disorder allergies: n/a sleeping habits: pretty much only falls asleep between the hours of 3-5 am, doesn’t matter if he works the morning or afternoon shift....... if he doesn’t work at all he’ll just sleep until his body naturally wakes up which is also usually around 3-5 pm KLSDGLKHSDGLKHDG exercise habits: doesn’t exactly have one..... he’s a pretty active and energetic guy so he’s usually up and about doing whatever anyway, also rides his bike everywhere since marj and steve r usually out with the only car they have sociability: loves being around people but he’ll eventually grow cranky, doesn’t necessarily need to be alone but at least with a different group of people if he gets to this point, the only time he actively doesn’t really want to see people is when he’s having a depressive episode but those don’t last too long as is drink / smoke / drugs: yes / yes / yes

personality.

positive traits: adventurous, courageous, determined, funny, gregarious, independent, quick-witted, tough, versatile negative traits: belligerent, cantankerous, foolhardy, harsh, impulsive, parsimonious, sarcastic, tactless, unpredictable, vulgar goals/desires: lowkey he’d never admit it but he just kinda wants his parents’ approval in the end, and also maybe to find something better than supervisor at a flower store (no offence to marj and steve its just not his dream) fears: staying committed and missing out on different opportunities/people that could change his life, the fact that he probably can’t do any better than be a supervisor at a flower store tbh hobbies: drinking, drawing a bit tbh, thrifting, loves collecting random knick knacks and is personally loving buttons rn, harassing his friends<3, making stupid tiktoks that somehow have gotten him a kind of big following habits: swearing obnoxiously without caring, yells in dutch when he’s frustrated which he’s mostly picked up on cuz everyone else in his family does it, stares more than what is socially acceptable tbh, refuses to walk under ladders

favourites.

weather: sunny with some clouds colour: dark green music: likes a lot of 90s and early 2000s rap and rock, old school country like he loves dolly parton LKSDHGKLHSDGLK rly enjoys elvis presley too, some edm or anything that he can jst dance wildly to movies: old school slasher films, screams his fav movie series ever food: spaghetti bt specifically w marj’s Phenom homemade meat sauce<3 drink: grape juice, whiskey sour

relationships.

father: steven fowler is his uncle but currently his legal guardian, he’s a co-owner of fowler’s flowers and is kind of a mess but in like the fun way....... LKSHDGKLHSLDG he just spends a lot of the day in nothing but boxers and socks w their cat on his lap watching the weather report if he’s not working, has the weird energy of someone who would be running like a joke shop instead of being a florist. archibald fowler is leo’s biological dad but he sucks Big Time, giant business typhoon i hvnt . figured out 100% wht sort of business bt hes got Money bt doesnt even rly want anything to do w leo he jst sees him as a massive disappointment bc archie’s nothing but a loser fart of a square. mother: marjorie fowler’s his aunt and other legal guardian also the other co-owner of fowler’s flowers, literally the sweetest woman on the planet like she’s never done anything wrong in her life n u can take tht to the bank. she’s a bit weird n super spiritual, their house constantly smells like random herbs and rly intensely of flowers and plants bc she makes so many home remedies bt she’s an angel a fkin ANGEL!!!!! renata kline’s leo’s mom n she’s like . fine ig she was pretty negligent n her best friend is a bottle of wine....... she rly peaked at a young age when she was a pageant girl n she still coaches n stuff now bt she’s obvs rly sad so leo tries not to lose it on her too much even tho he thinks she’s annoying LKSHDGKLHSLDKGKLSDG siblings: augustus is his oldest brother and he’s pretty cool, probs the brother leo is closest with even tho he considers him boring bt it’s only bc he’s . actually responsible n wht not they had a lot of fun growing up together tho when leo visited new york. mikhael is the devil, he’s actually a bit of a cunt n both him n leo have expressed their hatred fr each other without missing a beat i think they actually dnt hv any love or affection fr the other in the slightest SKLDHGLKSDHG. vaughn n leo r closest in age he’s not tht much younger n he’s probs the shiest of them, pretty soft spoken n well meaning, him n leo dnt rly keep in contact too much anymore bt theres a special place in his heart fr vaughn he’s pretty protective even tho he bullies him a lot bt thts besides the point. willhelm’s the youngest n it kinda shows he’s pretty idgaf attitude n rly blunt bt he’s also funny n probs the biggest partier outside of leo so he gets a pass whenever he rolls his eyes in leo’s face. pets: mitzie’s an 8 year old tortoiseshell cat who lives primarily on ppls laps shes literally more lap dog than cat significant other: n/a family’s financial status: middle class

extra.

zodiac sign: scorpio<3 mbti: estp - the entrepeneur enneagram: the epicure temperament: sanguine hogwarts house: gryffindor moral alignment: chaotic neutral primary vice: pride primary virtue: dilligence element: fire

Bunny Week Day 2: Costumes

“Ken, I don’t think this was a good idea…” Butters uncertain voice comes from the bathroom. Kenny had been waiting for him to come out for at least an hour trying his best to coax and sooth the boy inside. 

“Come on Butters, it can’t be that bad. I’m sure you look great. You know I’d love you no matter what you wore.” Kenny says loud enough for him to hear. Though his heart jumps in joy once he sees the door start to creak open. “O-Ok ken but tell me if I look stupid or somethin’…” With that the door swings open and there stood Butters in all his glory. He had a beautiful strawberry blonde wig in a sunflower dress. “You look beautiful Butters…” Kenny whispers lovingly going over and hugging Butters close he places a gentle kiss to Butters cheek with a smile on his face. “Do you want to be called Marjorine?” Kenny asks wrapping his arms around Butters to not only show his support but love for him. “I suppose I would…” Marjorine whispers out shyly. Kenny grins proudly and nuzzles into his girlfriend’s shoulder. “Well Marjorine you are absolutely beautiful tonight.” Kenny takes his girlfriend's hand and goes to lead her out. Butters goes to stop Kenny and Kenny glances back with a soft frown. “But Ken I don’t have a real costume…” Marjorine had her gaze down cast clearly embarrassed. It hurt Kenny deeply to see his beautiful girlfriend in such a state. Kenny would always love her, whether she was Marjorine or Butters. “Well of course you do babe. You’re going as a picture of perfection.” Kenny couldn’t help but grin when he gets his girlfriend to giggle. “Come on the others are waiting. We can stop at some store.” With that Kenny leads his girlfriend downstairs. Sure enough Eric, Kyle and Stan were all waiting for them. Kyle was dressed up as a mummy, Eric was hitler and Stan was dressed up as a t-rex. Kenny couldn’t help but snort at their costumes. “Dude your costumes suck!” Kenny laughs out particularly looking at Eric and Stan. “Well at least we have a costume!” Stan huffs out trying to cross the tiny dinosaur arms. That sent Kenny into a fit of laughter. “At least I’m not dressed up like some girl!” Eric sneers out. Kenny stops laughing right away and glares at Eric. “Excuse me?” Kenny hisses bitterly. Eric was visabbly getting nervous, Kenny was rarely one to stand up to Eric but when he did the most likely outcome was Eric getting his ass kicked. “No offence Butters but what exactly are you even going as?” Kyle questions snapping Kenny’s attention to Kyle now. “Well my girlfriend is going as a picture of beauty clearly.” Kenny says and points to Marjorine dramatically. Marjorine couldn’t help the blush that crossed her cheeks.

“Aw gee Ken, you’re embarassin’ me…” Marjorine says though she gladly holds onto Kenny’s hand. “Well I’m taking Marjorine to the store really quickly to get some costumes. They should be on sale by now.” Kenny hums softly and kisses Marjorine’s cheek being careful to not mess up any of her make-up. “Well you two have fun, we’re going to stop by the houses on the way to Token’s house. We’ll see you there for the party?” Kyle asks. Eric was going to say something but with a stern glare from Kyle he stops deciding to just grumble under his breath and cross his arms. “Sounds good to me, come on Marj.” With that Kenny leads his girlfriend to a nearby costume store. “Alright Marj you can pick any costume you want and I’ll find something to match it.” Kenny smiles as Marjorine went running off into the store to find a costume. God was she cute. “Look Ken!” She comes back with a hello kitty dress. Kenny shouldn’t have been surprised but he smiles softly. “If that’s what you want to wear babe then so be it.” He hums softly and takes her hand.

“Now I just need to find something to go with that…” After searching the store top to bottom Kenny had found a costume tux and a hello kitty bow. Sure it wasn’t anything amazing like the dress but Marjorine seemed excited enough. Kenny pays for the costume and the two change quickly. Kenny looked surprisingly good in pink, maybe he should change from his normal orange now and again… Now Marjorine, she just looked stunning. “Come on Ken we’re going to be late to the party!” Marjorine gladly takes Kenny’s hand leading him towards Tokens house. Kenny let out a soft chuckle but follows after her anyway. About half way to Token’s Kenny noticed Marjorine was shaking slightly. It was a rather chilly night and Marjorine’s dress didn’t leave much to the imagination. “Here Marj… If you’re cold then you can just say…” Kenny drapes his pink jacket around her shoulders in an attempt to warm her. She smiles sweetly holding onto it to insure that it wouldn’t fall off. “Thanks ken.” She whispers lovingly leaning into Kenny. Kenny gladly wraps his arm around her and held her close. Kenny couldn’t deny that he would worry about her. She would always stay quiet and try to deal with things by herself. It wasn’t an easy thing to deal with but they were working on it together and that’s all Kenny could ask for.

“Hey Ken? Thanks for lettin’ me Marjorine tonight…” Marjorine whispers sweetly casting her eyes to the ground. Kenny lifts her chin with a soft loving smile stopping and looking into her beautiful eyes. “Marj, if this makes you happy don’t you ever apologize for it ok? Not to me or to anyone. You be who you want to be.” Kenny whispers lovingly and sealing it with a kiss. If for this one moment Marjorine was comfortable with herself then Kenny would be ecstatic. One day she would learn to love herself no matter what, but that takes time. Time Kenny was willing to give.

Miscellaneous Information                                                        

Thank you Marj for tagging me <33 @whatdiknow

Rules – bold the statements that are true

APPEARANCE

I am over 5′5″ • I wear glasses/contacts • I have blond hair • I wear sweatshirts a lot • I prefer loose clothing to tight clothing • I have one or more piercings • I have at least one tattoo • I have blue eyes • I have dyed or highlighted my hair • I have gotten plastic surgery • I have or had braces • I sunburn easily • I have freckles • I paint my nails • I typically wear makeup • I don’t often smile • I am pleased with how I look • I prefer Nike to Adidas • I wear baseball hats backwards

HOBBIES AND TALENTS

I play a sport • I can play an instrument • I am artistic • I know more than one language • I have won a trophy in some sort of competition • I can cook or bake without a recipe • I know how to swim • I enjoy writing • I can do origami • I prefer movies to TV shows • I can execute a perfect somersault • I enjoy singing (but I’m not actually good at it) • I could survive in the wild on my own • I have read a new book series this year • I enjoy spending time with friends • I travel during school or work breaks • I can do a handstand

EXPERIENCES

I have had my first kiss • I have gotten drunk • I have told a crush I like them• I have flown on an airplane • I have stayed awake for more than 48 hours • I have had a near-death experience • I have caught something on fire • I have performed in a talent show • I have shot a gun • I have been on TV • I have gone scuba diving • I have broken a bone • I have slow-danced • I have gone on a shopping spree

RELATIONSHIPS

I am in a relationship • I have been single for over a year • I have a crush • I have a best friend • I have known a friend for over ten years • my parents are together • I have a brother • I have dated my best friend • I am adopted • my crush has confessed to me • I have had a long-distance relationship • I am an only child • I give advice to my friends • I have made an online friend • I met up with someone I have met online

AESTHETICS

I have heard the ocean in a conch shell • I have watched the sun rise • I enjoy rainy days • I have slept under the stars • I meditate outside • the sound of chirping calms me • I enjoy the smell of the beach • I know what snow tastes like • I listen to music to fall asleep • I enjoy thunderstorms • I enjoy cloud watching • I have attended a bonfire • I pay close attention to colors •I find mystery in the ocean • I enjoy hiking on nature paths • autumn is my favorite season

MISCELLANEOUS

I can fall asleep in a moving vehicle • I am the mom friend • I live by a certain quote • I like the smell of Sharpies • I am involved in extracurricular activities • I enjoy Mexican food • I can drive stick-shift • I have memorized an entire song in a day • I believe in true love • I dream up scenarios to fall asleep • I sing in the shower • I wish I lived in a video game • I have a canopy above my bed • I am multi-racial • I am a redhead • I own at least three dogs • I am LGBT

Not sure who’s done this already but I’m tagging @smittenwithsugden @smugbisexualtrash @moirabartons @escapingreality51 @peterbeale @tobiasmquinn (as always feel free to ignore)

Only The Beginning

Kenny McCormick didn’t normally have friends over during the week; his parents always got high after his mom got off work. Tonight, however, was a special exception.

Butters was curled in a ball on Kenny’s bed, sobbing. A few hours earlier Kenny had received a call from a distraught Butters. The petite sixteen year old had sounded so broken on the phone that Kenny told him to come over.

“Dude, Butters, what happened? Did Cartman do something?”

Butters buried his face further into Kenny’s pillow and shook his head.

“No,” came a muffled response. “Eric didn’t do nothin’. I did.” He choked out another sob. “I’m a deviant. Evil… My parents found out.”

“Hey, man. There’s no fucking way you could be evil.” Kenny sat down on the bed and put a gentle hand on Butters’s shoulder. “What exactly did your parents find? Porn or weed or somethin’?”

Butters shook his head again. “No.” He looked up at Kenny with red, swollen eyes.

The splotches on Butters’s face and the bit of snot on his upper lip was unattractive, but Kenny still felt his heart skip.

“They found my…dress up stash.” Butters cringed like he’d just told Kenny something disgusting.

Kenny raised a brow in confusion. “You mean, like, your paladin costume or Professor Chaos stuff? I thought they knew about that already.”

The smaller blonde had stopped crying. With a small sniffle, he sat up and positioned himself knee to knee with Kenny. He pulled the pillow along with him and hugged it like a cherished plushie.

“Sorry,” Butters sighed, “that’s not it either… I’m not bein’ clear with you. I just- I don’t want to loose your friendship. You’re my best friend, ya know?”

Kenny let out a giggle. He abso-fuckin-lutely knew this. He and Butters had been best friends for years. Their friendship was an easy one. They clicked. Super Best Friends, just like Stan and Kyle.

Kenny put his fingers on top of Butters’s shaking ones. “You know you can tell me anything, right? I’m not going to judge you, Leo.”

At the use of his real name, Butters’s lips lifted into a small smile. He shrugged and looked away from the other boy’s intense gaze.

“I have -had- dresses; it was only, like, two of ‘em. I had a lot of bows, though, and a Hello Kitty makeup kit.” Butters managed to say this without tearing up again, but he was biting his bottom lip so hard Kenny thought it might start bleeding.

“My dad took all the stuff out back and set it on fire. He said he was going to send me back to that 'camp” I went to in elementary school. I can’t go back there. So many kids killed themselves there, Ken.“

Kenny scooted close to Butters and pulled him into a hug. Butters stiffened for second but eventually gave in. He slowly raised his arms to rest on Kenny’s shoulders and buried his face in the crook of his best friend’s neck.

"So, you don’t hate me?”

“Fuck no. How could I? You’re so fucking adorable, dude.”

“You think I’m adorable?”

“Yeah, Leo. You’re always adorable. You’re adorable with your face red, and I bet you’re adorable in a dress too.”

Butters’s face was no longer red solely due to his crying. He felt Kenny’s fingers run through the short hair on the back of his head. Butters nuzzled further and gave Kenny a small kiss under his ear. Kenny pulled back to look the boy in the eye.

“You think Marjorine might want to borrow a dress of Princess Kenny’s?”

Butters snorted at the mention of the various play-time personas.

“You still have Princess Kenny stuff?”

“Of course I do. It’s one of Karen’s favorite costumes. She has the old one, but I made myself a new one. This one’s based off Rosalina instead of Zelda. The blue should look really good on you.”

Kenny hopped up from the bed to dig around in his small closet. He pulled out a long, baby blue dress with bell sleeves.

“Sorry its so wrinkly,” said Kenny as he ran his hand down the dress to smooth some of the said wrinkles.

“That’s ok, Ken.” Butters rubbed his knuckles together. “You’re sure it’s ok for me to wear?”

“Yes, dude. Come 'ere.”

Butters got up from the bed, both nervous and excited. He walked over to where Kenny was holding the dress up, as if to slip it over Butters’s head. The now smiling boy shrugged off his aqua colored sweater and raised his arms to duck into the dress. Kenny rangled all the fluff and satin down over his best friend, turned him around, and buttoned up the back.

The small bedroom had a full length mirror screwed to the wall, and Butters could see himself in it as Kenny turned him around again. A spike of adrenaline ran through his body, and Butters could see lust in Kenny’s face. It was a look he’d seen many times, but it had never been directed at him before.

“Butters… Fuck, you look hot.”

Butters swallowed a nervous gulp. “You too, Kenny.”

Kenny stepped closer to Butters so that their noses were almost touching. Fingers brushed fingers.

“Leo, can I kiss you?”

“Gee, Ken. You can kiss me all you want.”

Without any more prompting, the dirty blonde pressed his chapped lips to the soft, plump ones of the younger boy whom he’d loved for years. It was the most wonderful thing he’d ever felt. It was better than a nice set of tits. It was even better than getting stoned off his ass. There was no way he was letting this princess think that this kiss didn’t mean anything to him.

Kenny cupped Butters’s face in his hands and teased his tongue at his lips, asking for access. Butters complied without hesitation. Their tongues danced around each other. Their breath became one.

With a gasp from them both, they pulled their faces apart. Heavy breaths huffed between them as they stared into each other’s eyes. After a few moments, Kenny spoke.

“Leopold Stotch, will you be my boyfriend -or girlfriend?” He gave a small glance down to the dress. “You can be whatever you want and wear whatever you want. You can even stay here. It’s not much, but it’s better than a stupid 'pray-away-the-gay’ camp.”

Butters let out a chuckle and gave Kenny the biggest smile of his life.

“Duh, Ken. I love you, silly.”

Kenny leaned in to peck at Butters lips again. The pecks trailed from his mouth to high on his cheekbone to his eye where the scar Kenny gave him was permanently etched.

“I love you, too.”