#fuck that fatass dog
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its insane how i gotta go "where the hell is my chihuahua" SHE IS A FAT FUCKING CHIHUAHUA I SHOUDLNT STRUGGLE TO FIND HER IN AN EMPTY BACKYARD
#shes here now.#she was behind the one obstacle in the yard#i guess theres like 3 but whatever#fuck that fatass dog#lovingly.
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Random tiktok that i thought of
Breaking an Poseidon ai is like the best thing ever
Also how about Sephiroth from ff7 as Tsukuyomi 😈
@lotusmybeloved @viostar2095 @monstertreden @posei-dont-mina @lady-pani-dabaddie
#shuumatsu no valkyrie#snv poseidon#snv amphitrite#amphitrite#ror amphitrite#ror poseidon#abibaz#coems🤑#Tsukuyomi and Amphitrite>>>>>>>#snv tsukuyomi#ror tsukuyomi#Fuck Poseidon all my homies hate poseidon#Poseidon your broken heart is the same as having is the same as aeting ice cream in the summer#Poseidon the goofy white man#amphitrite please leave poseidon i can treat you better than him#amphitrite you’re the love of my life marry me#amphitrite you can abuse me beat the dog shit out of me cheat on me#poseidon you’re a fatass and you stink
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for the past half hour ive been thinking about something rude someone said to me like four years ago and how i didnt tell him off for some fucking reason
#i was on the phone with my friend and her brother came in and we were all talking#my friend said to show her brother my dog#i was like ok and turned the camera to my beautiful adorable lovable brown and white havanese#the asshole fucking says 'ew i fucking hate little dogs'#cool didnt ask#i shouldve yelled in his face#no one disrespects blueberry#fucking no one#idc#kill yourself#ugly fatass
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America should have saved the second atom bomb for Sweden in 1945
#this is zelda my dog#shes a fucking lard#shitpost#shitposting#dank humor#fresh memes#dank memes#art#traditional illustration#traditional art#fatass dog#dogblr#pitbull chihuahua#sweden slander#swedes dni#if youre swedish DO NOT INTERACT#🇸🇪 hater#god i love hating and being a hater#haterism
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cw : y/n is kinda freaky in this idk (I snorted), guess who's our roommate important, fat shaming a cat, huge cat alert, mega pussy(cat), jeno big schlong core, desperate jeno (but only for a second), just a simple blowjob and his cum tastes like WHAT?!
side note: I took long asl writing this because I'm so used to writing for wayv like the 2 day gap between the haechan fic and hendery fic compared to the 13 day gap between this fic and the hendery fic makes me SICK.
extra note: I've never written for jeno before either.
apart of the nct corny plots series!
why were you so excited for a fuckass plumber?
you had a bigger problem anyway, under your sink it smelt like fucking mold and water.
man fuck this.
your roommate, jungwoo was barely home.. you asked him if he knew anything about pipes and he only sent a dog emoji.
there was a familiar brushing in between your feet, you looked down at your fatass white cat, nella rubbing against your ankles. jungwoo thought that it'll be funny to make her rhyme with nutella because her old owner said that supposedly.. she ate jars of it.
picking her up, you think you tore your acl but once you met eyes with her; you felt kinda bad. isn't that basically neglecting..? but whatever, she's fine now.
nella's head nudged against your flat hand against the counter, you obligated unconsciously to petting her whilst spacing out on a random hummingbird perched on a fence.
“nella, do you think I'm weird?” you asked the unaware feline, she only licked your palm with a sequence of purrs. that was probably a yes. you sighed and fixed the navy blue edge of your short nightgown, there was then a knock at your door.
it's must've been him before nella jumped her big ass down and skedaddled to the basement. “who is it?” you called whilst heading towards the door, trying to identify the warpy figure through the translucent glass. “uhm, I'm here to fix your pipes” jeno, you presumed, scratched his head, you could make out his muscular figure.
you opened the door with uncertainty and the first thing you noticed was his dirty ass uniform and the smell of dirt and water bouncing off your senses. “you're jeno, right?” you said with a coy smile, trying to not look at his bulky torso by keeping unwanted eye contact. he only nodded, his shy doe eyes met yours finally.
“well, don't be shy.. come in then.” you muttered, you might've even given him a dirty look. this hefty nearly 6 foot male was so shy for what, what if he was a criminal? eligible for death row?!
not your problem, for now.
right now.. you wanted to have his kids.
you unconsciously licked your lips as he walked past, like that one italian weirdo from that weird italian movie where they fucked every 39 minutes. you know, that one? why was his ass fatter than yours?
“um, what seems to be the problem?” jeno's voice echoed from the kitchen, snapping you out of your thoughts. only yelping an “oh!”, you shuffled like a flintstone to the kitchen and found him leaning in the corner of your kitchen counters; looking at the sink and you with uncertainty.
“oh well,” you clasp your hands walking over to the sink. “so basically.. urm.. uh” you side eyed him for a second before scratching your head. “it smells like mold and.. urm..” you looked at his nose again, stop looking at his nose, don't look at his lips?! why are you looking at his DICK?!
“I'll just show you.” you sighed before falling to your knees and opening the cabinet, the smell of mold almost made you shrivel into a fucking pinecone. jeno must've gotten whiff of it too because his nose scrunched in disgust and he held back a gag, but soon you'll be gagging on his– not now.
“see, but I think—” you said, slapping your hands in dismay. you crawled under the sink, looking for that bitchass rustic pipe that you glanced at earlier. “it seems like it's this one pipe–” you babbled on and on about the pipe, literally it sounded like mimimimimi. but he really focused on, your negligee raising with every subtle movement of yours; you weren't even wearing panties..
you were leaking, more than the pipes probably.
and it needed some fixing.
if you get what I'm saying hahahaha ahhahahahah oh.. never mind.
“yeah and all he does is send me–” you came from under the sink, jeno's tongue clicked. his expression was a line between curious, perplexed, maybe focused on something.
“oh.” you mumbled, he was spaced out on something and definitely didn't listen to your rant about you undependable roomie. you looked behind you to see what he was so interested in besides your rambling but you only looked at him in confusion.
“um..” you popped your lips inward before he suddenly cleared his throat. his eyes widening in a quick realization, “oh my fault..” his belt scuffled against the cabinet when he tried to adjust his now.. erection.
urmmm, let's just ignore that.
he anchored his back slightly, “there seems to be a lot of moisture–” he paused weirdly, eyeing your slick hole once you looked away. “on that one rusty pipe..” the male pointed at the anomaly. you could only nod, hands respectfully clasped together.
“so, I'mma start working on that..” he said whilst grabbing a wrench. “it only needs a replacement and I should be done..” he reassured, raising his head with a squiggly grin; his cheeks flushed.
simply, you nodded awkwardly before he continued with his work. what do you do now? you decided to situate yourself on your couch, glancing at him every once and a while. but during one of your peeping moments, there was a big white blob heading towards jeno.. wait NELLA?!
the feline brushed against his leg, jeno froze. you bit your lip in fear that he'll just storm out or what if he breaks out in hives? with a gut wrenching clang of his wrench, your fucking heart stopped. but, his hand extended towards the mass you called your beloved cat and your heart resumed but it still kept a hectic beat.
nella approached his inviting hand before she started to lick his index before grazing her teeth on his nail; about to bite him. almost breaking your ankle, twisting it, stubbing your toe, chipping a nail, almost falling over nothing, almost falling over a plant, almost falling over a chair, almost dying, you pick up nella and almost tear your fucking hamstrings.
she ended up biting your forearm instead and threw herself down the basement stairs, “oh, I'm sorry..” you carried a solemn tone whilst rubbing at the small but wide bite mark with a sigh. jeno stands to his feet, concern etched on his features as he inspects the wound.
his hand found your wrist and pulled it towards him, you winced at the rough padding of his fingers. “cats could really be unpredictable, huh?” he declared playfully as miniscule drops of blood seeped from the wound, you giggled at his comment but it wasn't fucking funny because what if you got rabies? you wished he would actually just break out into hives right now.
“I mean.. are you okay?” jeno finally looked up at you, his deep black eyes punctured into your soul.. there was some sort of romantical vibe in them.
you blunk and the room spun.
there's suddenly rose petals EVERYWHERE, the room is hot as hell, careless whisper is playing in the background and he suddenly has a comically large moustache like mario, “mi mujer, mi todo, ¿te importaría si atendiera tu herida?” his sultry gaze met your muddled face, his eyebrow raised suggestively and the buttons of his shirt popped in your face and revealed his toned torso. you seriously have no words and even I can't explain this scene as I'm typing it.
you only nodded before jeno broke out into pirouettes as he spun to the bathroom and came back with bandages twirling around and above him into a pretty pattern of curls and ended in a break out of elegant dance moves then a split.
“mi amor déjame atenderte..” he placed a chaste kiss on the lesion, it burned. he wrapped the bandage around your forearm and tore it off with a smirk.
everything was suddenly back to normal, his moustache was gone. “man what the fuck was that?!” you stumbled back and rubbed your bandaged arm in confusion, jeno's lips were parted in bewilderment. he was staring like it was your fault,
“nothing happened?” he stated sternly.
“yes, something happened! you turned into a fucking whatever the fuck!”
“I don't know what you're talking about.” he retorted, crossing his arms across his torso and steadying his weight on one foot with a pop to his hip. “you know what, never mind.. is my sink fixed?” you asked with restraint frustration whilst rubbing your forehead, keeping yourself steady on the island just incase you would black out.
jeno shook his head, “I mean, I could fix it faster if you helped a bit..?” he asked shyly and smiled when you nodded, you now noticed the crinkle in his eyes when he did so.. heading over to the sink, you crawled into the small space along with him.. he handed you the flashlight.
he slid into the confined space, “just point it where my hand is, alright?” he reassured you before continuing with his handiwork. jeno's muscles flexed and strained with every twist and turn of the screws. every once in awhile his leg would nudge against your bare thigh, which you now noticed and pulled the hem of the gown down but it'll just raise up slightly above your ass once again but you're sure that jeno wouldn't notice.
but, he did. the curvature of your ass would be exposed with every subtle movement of his leg, yes he's a weirdo and he's intentionally but unintentionally brushing his knee in that same area. his boner was becoming quite visible and ample than before, his neck burned in restrainted arousal and he was probably a bright cherry red. he swore that if that bitchass dress raised even an inch more, he woul– it did.
“sorry miss, I need to g-get some tools from my truck.” jeno slid out and quickly stood on unsteady feet, you realized that his hands were weirdly set at his groin area once you looked up at him with unintended doe eyes.
uttering a quick “fuck”, he finally gave in.
jeno's hand coursed through your hair gently, his rugged hands running through the tangles. his erection now stood out like a spear like those over exaggerated brazzers videos, his hand gripped your scalp and nudged you towards his soaked tip and pulled his cargos down with the other.
“I– uh.. need you to suck me off, please..” he pleaded stupidly, his speech slurred and rasped slightly as his hand found the hem of his pants. “you're so fucking pretty, please..” he whined once his cock sprung out, you were NOT going to take that flag pole down your throat, but you gave an exception for him. both of his hands found your head, gripping and clenching to your head with urgency, jeno chuckled triumphantly once you parted your lips.
the masculine scent of his member intoxicated your senses, the tip placing a blob of precum on the tip of your nose and ran down to your lip. your tongue peaked out and licked the cream off the bump, it tasted awfully sugary?
enveloping his tip into your mouth, he grunted loudly, his gentle touch turning tense in your hair. jeno's hand guided your head up and down his lengthy member, your narrow esophagus pulsating and clenching with every hurried thrust down it. veins sprawled from his other hand to his neck whilst it gripped the island, his eyes rolling back to his skull once you managed to take him all the way to his base.
“s’ fucking good at this..” he praised in an unattractive wheeze, jaw unhinging to emit another groan. he suddenly stilled at the back of your throat, your glossy,pleading eyes looking up at him. jeno started to gyrate against your nose, your jaw and lips straining trying to accommodate to his girthy base as you held back a series of gags and chokes.
his head bumped and leaked precum against your tonsil once he resumed his shallow thrusts. “m’ so close..” jeno rasped, his balls tensing against your chin. with a final shove of your head and another gag from your end, he exploded in your mouth. why'd it taste like that? you suddenly pulled away, gasping for air at the realization.
“jeno—” you hiccuped, his aching cock bobbed, resting against your top lip; quite literally interrupting you. in your blurry peripherals, nella licked at a small droplet of his release; your stomach caved at the sight.
the sweetness of his cum made you sick, the thick substance coated your throat for what seems to feel like globs. “why does it—” you coughed and choked on air, jeno suddenly picked you up by the armpits and sat your writhing figure on the counter.
“your cum tastes like cheesecake..?”
taglist: @haechansbbg
#nct smut#kpop smut#smut#nct imagines#nct scenarios#nct drabbles#nct dream smut#lee jeno smut#kpop drabbles#nct fic#nct fanfic#jeno#nct dream#nct dream fic#nct#jeno smut#jeno x reader
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if you’re ok with writing for multiple characters, could i request a platonic oneshot with chuuya and dazai x fem!reader who is apart of their “double black” (except ig it wouldn’t be double black anymore) and both mediates their arguments and instigates them? (maybe a snippet of friends to lovers between chuuya and the reader 🤭) tysm have a nice day!
"Unlit Cigarettes stained by Warm Lips"
15! Chuuya x gn! reader x 15! platonic! Dazai
A/N: ofc! yall i should keep my mouth shut bc i make too many promises i cant keep. HALLOWEEN IS SOON BTW AAAAAA
Content: stuck in a jail cell with your unfortunately idiotic subordinates, fluff, crack, mafia work, reader is MEAN, a little romance w chuuya, dazai may be ooc but i like to think that in this kinda dynamic he acts more like a normal teen, slight soukoku, smoking, lots of swearing, NOT PROOFREAD‼️‼️
"Missss.. [Y/N]s smoking."
You slap the lanky boy's shoulder harshly as you shove the cigarette box back into your sleeve, watching as your other subordinate's face contort in surprise as Dazai mockingly whines. "Ow.." he rubs his shoulder with bandaged fingers, the ginger next to him looks at you with amusement and confusion. "Where the hell did ya get that?" he asks, you sulk in annoyance from the whining bastard beside you, "Up your ass." a quiet click of the tongue from the ginger can be heard as you defy his genuine question.
Unfortunately, these two are your subordinates, your partners in criminal work, your associated murderers in the underground business. Even though Double Black is all scary and terrifiyingly violent, you thought they were a pair of funny, immature and idiotic assholes.
Dazai Osamu, a lanky, greasy boy wrapped in bandages, loved dying. Yes, he wanted to fucking die, but he doesn't. You sometimes question his skill of staying alive after that many suicide attempts, but it's alright, you suppose. The mafioso had messy brown hair and wore massive suits that did not fit him and constantly smells like dog shit. He claims he has a silver tongue with women but the only woman he 'has' is the front-desk suicide hotline lady. If somebody ever asked your opinion on him, you would answer.. "He's.. interesting."
Next is Chuuya Nakahara, a short, but strong arrogant boy who is frustratingly brutal. Veeery brutal. He's extremely competitive and takes every minor activity as a sweat-inducing challenge. Karaoke is a pain when he's screaming his ass off, simplistic cooking or baking is horrifiying because this shithead works like he's donating food to charity as if his fatass isn't going to inhale everything afterwards, and any sort of video game was devasting, any one.
He had short ginger hair and stormy azure eyes. His fashion sucked until Koyou, a fellow superior of yours knocked some sense into him. Chuuya had a rather small figure but fairly muscled. Yeah, he flexed his abs (ribs) in the mirror randomly. The boy loved fedoras, chokers and classic, fancy clothing that made girls scream 'DAMON TORRANCE 😍‼️' under his Instragram posts. If someone were to ask your opinion on him, you'd say: "He's an alright guy," with a shrug.
Some dumbass landed you three in jail for a reason you'd rather not speak of, and now you have to deal with the aftermath of waiting for your 'beloved' guardian, Mori Ougai to come bail you three out.
"Mackerel," Chuuya jabs Dazai's side, intensely glaring at him. "Why'd you get the guard's attention? I could've smoked." he hisses, causing the taller boy to snap back at him with an eyeroll. "Nah it's fine, I don't have a lighter anyway." you mediate the tension, boredly playing with the flimsy cigarette box in your hand. The redhead scoffs a little, leaning back in the concrete seat of the jailcell, impossibly manspreading further. "We could use Dazai's hot ass breath as a makeshift lighter.." Chuuya suggests with a smirk, the lanky teenager sassily scoffs, "Or rub pipsqueak's oily hair until it catches fire."
"Like- how would that make a fire?" you retort in amusement, "Have you ever been to a science class?" Dazai and Chuuya shrug in sync unshamefully,
"Was busy protectin' gangsta kids."
"Missed most of middle school 'cause of an attempt."
...
"Fair enough," you shrug back, fixing your hair. "Y'know, Boss is gonna kill us when he gets here." you add on, leaning your head against the prison wall. "I know, I'm not fuckin' prepared," Chuuya copies your movements beside you, loosely throwing an arm around your shoulder. Dazai's eyebrows knit in amusement and embarrassment at the sight, "Pipsqueak, you are NOT smooth." the ginger almost glitches as he flew away from you at those words, now chasing the brunette around the jailcell.
"'Playfighting between you guys is a fuckin' hazard, even for the mafia." you mumble, placing the unlit cigarette between your lips to feel the sensation once more. "This isn't playfighting! I'm gonna kill his ass!" Chuuya pants between missed kicks thrown at Dazai. "That's why [Y/N] thinks you give 'dog vibes'!!" the brunette retorts, bringing up a previous conversation based off you psychoanalyzing your coworkers.
"Why you!-" the smaller boy curses, flying off a wall aimed towards Dazai's head. "I'm not wrong though!!" you fling your arms up in surrender, smiling cheekily as Chuuya rolls his eyes. "After this fuckboy, you're next." You swallow thickly in slight fear. You swore you could hear walls crack and floors thump at the loud commotion, drowning out the poised footsteps towards your cell.
"Sir, are these your children?"
A kind, petite policewoman points to you three fighting like rabid animals. Mori Ougai, your tall, diabolic and terrifiying boss smiles fakely, watching his underlings fight in pure irritation.
"Unfortunately."
The tall brunette immediately halts as the ginger almost decks him in the face. Your hands stay frozen in the air as if you've been caught instigating a chicken fight.
Dude, you are so fucked.
#bsd#bungou stray dogs#bsd chuuya#chuuya nakahara#15 chuuya#bsd x reader#15 light novel bsd#chocsra#chuuya x reader#15 dazai x reader#dazai osamu#pm dazai#dazai x reader#crack fic
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What about hcs or a writing about dating kenny but youre also poor? Maybe you meet the main 4 and you go to get kenny, realizing he lives in the same part of town you do?
Kenny with a Poor Reader
n.o.t.e.s - 🍄Your wish is my command
w.a.r.n - 🎸No warning like fluff
p.a.i.r.i.n.g - 🍂Kenny x Poor!reader
w.c. - 320
Kenny would also understand you and your come up. He would be glad for someone who can relate and not make jokes.
❀ You and Kenny would always be on the grind, helping each other along the way.
❀ Even though you guys enjoy some pop tarts or tv dinner with each other, though it doesn't taste good, it feels better when your boyfriend is with you.
It was really a surprise you when you realized you were living near to your boyfriend for long time, figuring this out when you were walking home with Kenny.
"Whoa, you live here too?" Kenny asked with joy.
"Yea"
"The more fun than" Kenny gave you a smug smile.
"Gross, Kenny," you laughed out.
When Kenny introduces you to his family, you felt welcomed in, though it wasn't a different from what your own home was like.
❀ You and Karen would immediately click like you were sisters. She would love you have you around and definitely admire you a lot.
❀ Imagine you have crocheting skills, that you learn from your mother and make cute mittens, hats, and sweaters for Karen and Kenny.
❀ You try to help out Kenny and his family, and though you are poor too, you still try to help them out.
You would share some tips and tricks on saving some money on food and clothing with Kenny and his family, something that you learn from also being struck with poverty.
❀ You and Kenny would have those piggy banks where you guys would save up money together, to afford to get married or buy a house together.
Kenny would definitely love you with his whole heart; he also loves that someone can also relate to him.
If you were new to the neighborhood and new to the school, Kenny would help you make some friends by introducing you to his friends.
Cartman would definitely shit on you guys for being poor as hell.
❀ "Look like Kenny isn't the only one" as he waved a dollar in your face like you were a dog.
"What the fuck Cartman" Kyle said out, Stan standing by him and looking at Eric incredulously.
"You don't fucking do that fatass" he yelled.
❀ You didn't care about how Eric just waved the dollar at you, you just glared at him, but overall Kyle and stan were cool guys.
You manage to be friends with them immediately, by your character.
You and Cartman were totally beefing with each other, you really hate his guts, but you guys soon reunited by pranking Kenny, Kyle and Stan.
❀ "Well, L/N you aren't as bad as you I thought you were," Cartman said as he sprayed painting Stan's house,
"-And your not a fat douchebag" you said with a smug smile.
"IM NOT FAT IM JUST BIG-BONED" eric yelled
#kenny mcormick x reader#karen mccormick#kenny mccormick#sp kenny#sp kenny mccormick#kenny mccormick x reader#kenny mccornmick x y/n#south park headcannon#south park x y/n#south park x reader#south park#south park headcanoons#eric cartman#kyle brofloski#stan marsh
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big fatass bungo stray dog doodle dump. again idk if ive already posted some of these but at this rate i dont fucking care anymore
top two are the most recent
the rest? really doesnt matter when
most of these have either twitter or discord context but i dont feel like explaining any of it right now
#art#fanart#shitpost#scribbles of a housefly#bsd shibusawa#bsd#shibuvan#bsd ivan#bsd fyodor#also ONE (1) oc doodle#bsd atsushi#one of these was a panel redraw from memory#thats it
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Hey girl! When you get time could you write a one shot where Bakari walks in on Reader’s bachelorette party and he sees a male stripper on his fiancé?
Return from Vegas
"Get it all out now because once we're married, that's it," you'd told him. But he'd already gotten it out. Before the two of you were official, he'd slutted and been slutted. Threesomes, orgies, kink, he'd done it all and was ready for a life transition into something a little more permanent. According to you, you were too. Going to Vegas without you felt disrespectful.
"Just go! Have fun," you told him. You meant it.
"Nah. I'm straight." He meant it.
"Your friends already planned and bought your ticket. They're excited. You should give them this before you shut down on their shenanigans forever," you pressed. His friends respected you, and you had a mutual respect for them, which Bakari appreciated. Taking that into consideration, he took your advice and accepted the flight to Vegas.
Out the gate, they were rowdy, his boys excited and ready to get into some cuddy. They started in the casino, playing roulette and slots. Bakari wasn't a gambler. He found his way to the food and had a time with three orders of food sitting on the table in front of him. That's how his boys found him, rubbing his stomach with empty containers.
"Get your fatass up," they laughed. He was content to sit there until they mentioned a magic show. Suddenly, they were all kids running through the halls past shops and stands. Bakari wanted to be part of the show so bad that they chose him, and it made his day.
As for the night, he was taken to a club where he danced with beautiful women. He still wasn't getting loose enough for his boys' liking. They bought him his own bottle to get him lit. He texted you for an excuse to get him out of it, but you doubled down instead. He sighed.
"I guess I'm thotting the weekend," he toasted.
Liquor in his system made him frisky. His lips were loose, his movements were loose, and his words were slick. Women gravitated to him, looking to have a good time of their own. He gave them one, but they wanted to fuck. He told them he was engaged, but that only made them bolder. He let them kiss and feel on him in the open, getting a feel for what he was working with. It would have been an easy lay, but he simply was not interested, even drunk. He only saw your face.
The sex occurred back in the hotel room when they wanted to come back with him and his boys to get freaky. He sat it out, which meant some of the girls left. Sadly, one of his boys got 0 play from it as they weren't attracted to him. That wasn't Bakari's business.
That weekend, Bakari saw a magician, a show of celebrity impersonators, burlesque, and strippers.
Fresh off the return flight, Bakari and his boys met up with a few other male friends at a local strip club. Everyone left behind wanted to live vicariously through his stories as usual. They begged to know what went down in Vegas.
"That stays in Vegas," he teased over drinks. "Besides, it's nothing I haven't already done."
"My nigga!" "You dirty dog!"
He ended up folding and giving them every raunchy detail down to the color and fabric of the stripper's thong in his lapdance gone cowgirl. They didn't recognize he was only describing one of the strippers present and lying.
"Why can't this shit happen to me," one friend asked, looking around. Bakari didn't have the heart to tell him all the reasons.
"I'm a step away for a second," he gestured to his phone, excusing himself to find a quiet place for a phone call. He called you. "How's your party going?"
"Huh?"
Bakari smirked, happy to hear your friends screaming and the loud music on your end.
"How's your party going," he repeated louder.
"UGH! We're living!"
Your friends had your weekend planned out as well. You'd already come back from your weekend road trip, clubbing, and a spa. Now you were enjoying your party.
"How would you feel if I were to pop up briefly just to dick you down?"
You laugh at someone in the background.
"Huh? Baby, I can't hear you."
"Would it take you from your party? Would you be cool with that?"
You were too distracted to talk, and Bakari fully understood. Still, he missed your presence and assumed you had to be feeling the same since on any normal day, you're usually trying to live in his skin.
"Devon. Drive me to Fairfield."
Devon kissed his teeth. "That's 45 minutes out."
"Then drive fast."
Bakari knew where Marianna was having the party for you. He knew your friends. He left his bags in the car as he did when he went into the club. The house they'd pulled up to was huge. It belonged to a friend of a friend of Marianna, but they were in Nigeria, so Marianna was able to use the home for the party.
"Come on, man, house full of women? The woman of my dreams could be in that house," Devon pleaded to go in.
"Stay yo ass in the car. I'm not playing with you," Bakari doubled down. Devon was a mess and would definitely fuck up the vibe. Bakari wasn't there for that. He wanted one thing since he hadn't had it all weekend, though it'd been thrown in his face. Then he'd leave.
The front door was unlocked. He walked into When We by Tank playing over a speaker. There you were in a sash and crown, laughing on a bar stool while you let some predator looking nigga in a small green thong rub his dick on you.
You looked up then, surprised to see him standing in the doorway. Slipping from your stool, you maneuvered around the stripper to get to him. You can see his irritation. You rub your head and look back, stressed and trying to find words for the situation.
"Well, first of all, I want to know who hired the stripper," Bakari speaks first, keeping his voice low. Was this why you pushed him so hard to go to Vegas and fuck strangers so you could do this lil dumb shit? One stripper? You're still fully clothed. "Who thought a stripper would be a good idea?"
"Be fair. That's just what happens at a bachelor party," you whisper, still not giving anyone up.
"Who?"
You kiss your teeth.
"I won't make a scene. I'm leaving, but tomorrow? You better have an answer... Have fun," Bakari waved at your party, friendly to show that he didn't come to break things up.
"Heeey Kaaari," they sang in unison.
"Sup ladies."
You tried to hold onto his hand, but he subtly pulled away. "Go enjoy your stripper," he whispered, not mad but tickled.
"Why did you really come? Come inside," you plead.
"Thought I'd pop up on you and dick you down, but have a nice night."
"Come in," you tug, but he shakes you off.
"I'm serious. Do you, but tomorrow? It's on."
Bakari returns to the car and tells Devon what happened.
"You being mature about it."
"Mature," Bakari smirks. "I strike you as mature?"
Devon drives him home so he can sleep off the weekend and unpack his bags. In the evening, you come over and use your key to get in.
He sits his tea mug down, looking back at you. You're just coming from work.
"You mad?"
"At?"
"There being a stripper at my party..."
"Who hired the stripper?"
"Jacqueline. She wanted me to have fun."
"She only got you one? Why not 3 or 5?"
"Are you serious?"
"You pushed me to go to Vegas so you could get a stripper," he accuses, watching you stress.
"That's not-"
"It is. You sent me knowing what Jacqueline had planned, so now you need to earn my forgiveness before this wedding. I need head. An hour of head. Now."
You sigh and drop to your knees on a cushion with your face between his legs sucking for your penance as he drinks his tea. You've done 20 minutes, but never a full hour. He gives you a break every 15 minutes to drink some water. It makes your mouth super wet.
"Drink my cum," he instructs watching you swallow his kids as you try to work up some more. "No hands, just mouth."
You make it through.
"It's cool. If you want to have strippers, be my guest, I don't care," he says honestly. "But you don't need to get rid of me to do it. That's what the punishment was about. Just say you want strippers. How are we getting married, and you're afraid to be honest?"
"I wasn't afraid," you clarify. "I wanted you to have fun with your friends since I was gonna have fun with mine."
"Did you fuck anyone?"
"No! But you did right?"
"No. Despite you selling me off, no, I didn't. I never would've proposed if I wasn't ready to be out of these streets. Now I need to know the truth. Are YOU ready to marry ME?"
You pull his goatee.
"Yes, or else I wouldn't have said yes. I just wanted you to purge everything that isn't a devotion to me. I'M ready."
"You sure," Bakari's brow rises in jest. "We can call the stripper back."
"You are my stripper."
Stricken with the idea, Bakari begins to slowly remove his clothes, dancing and showing off his swiveling hips. If you wanted a stripper, that's what he'd be. You throw ones at his body.
"You want me?"
Teasingly, he grinds against you, mocking the last stripper to make you laugh. It's enough, and he stops the skit, ready to just get you in bed.
"Come here," he lifts, carting you into the bedroom where the door closes.
The End.
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jjk first and second years as my brothers bullying my dog because "it bullied them first"
maki: *glaring*
yuta: girl its not that serious
maki: fucking fatass dog. bro cant even walk he waddling
toge: not like he gonna get very far
yuta: STOP BULLYING MY DOG
maki: IT BIT ME
yuta: OMG CRY ABOUT IT
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megumi: boy you are the size of australia where do you think youre going huh
nobara: exactly
itadori, hands and knees on the ground in front of the dog: boy why you so cylinder
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yuta: if youre here to bully my dog then get out of my room before i pull up on you
panda: why is he built like a run on sentence
yuta: HUH?
toge: sausage ass dog
maki: built like a roll of toilet paper
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nobara: why is he bigger than the great wall of china
yuta: WHY IS EVERYONE GANGING UP ON MY DOG GODDAMN
#jujutsu kaisen#jjk#incorrect jjk#incorrect jujutsu kaisen#yuji itadori#megumi fushiguro#nobara kugisaki#yuta okkotsu#inumaki toge#maki zenin#panda#?#or like#panda jjk#mhm#if my brothers see this STOP BULLYING MY DAMN DOG HE AINT DID NOTHING TO YOUR BITCH ASSES
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WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU WHY DO YOU POST SO GOOD I NEED TO GET MY FUCKING GUM OUT AGAIN
please
Bro I'm just some tired theatre nerd who wants to be treated like a dog when I come home I don't know how I make any of my posts
Also like gum as in chewing gum? Can I have a piece?? or like are we hunting me for sport cuz I'll let you know my fatass doesn't run so idk how fun that'll be
Just know that as I'm answering this I'm *bites you bites you bites you*
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FUCK WIENERS DAD.
HE ISNT LIKE EMOTIONALLY OR PHYSICALLY ABUSIVE OR ANYTHNG. HES JUST SO FUCKING USELESS!!! THIS BITCH IS DESTROYING WIENERS ENTIRE FUCKING HOUSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ITS NOT EVEN A JOKE. THEY CANT EVEN USE THE BATHROOM ANYMORE BECAUSE HIS FATASS BROKE THE BATHROOM AND NOW THEY HAVE TO USE THE GUEST ONE. THIS BITCH FORCED WIENERS ENTIRE FAMILY TO FUMIGATE THE ENTIRE FUCKING HOUSE (HAS BEEN DOING THIS FOR LIKE 2 WEEKS NOW BTW) BECAUSE HIS STUPIDASS KEEPS EATING FOOD AT 3 IN THE MORNING AND THEN HE JUST LEAVES HIS HALF EATEN SHIT ALL OVER THE PLACE! IT ATTRACTS BUGS. RATS. FUCKING CREATURES AND NOW THEIR HOUSE IS INFESTED AND THEY HAVE TO FREAKING FILL IT WITH POISONOUS GAS TO KILL FUCKING EVERRRYYTHINGG INSIDE! WIENER COULDNT EVEN MAKE KOREAN NOODLES BECAUSE HIS KITCHEN IS A LITERAL DEATH TRAP. "TO BE FAIR THE ONLY GOOD THING HES DOING RIGHT NOW IS FIXING MY MOMS CAR FOR FREE AND THIS TIME HE WASN'T EVEN THE ONE WHO RUINED THE CAR" - WIENER. BITCH. THEY HAVE ANOTHER CAR TO USE. BUT THEY CANT FUCKING USE IT BECAUSE ITS HIS DADS TRINKETMOBILE THATS SO INSANELY FUCKED UP AND FILLED TO THE BRIM WITH BULLSHIT. AND PROBABLY ACTUAL SHIT. HUMAN. DOG. HORSE. CAT. I DONT FUCKIN KNOW BRO BUT IT IS NOT RIGHT. THE ENTIRE FUCKING THING IS COVERED IN DUST SOMEHOW AND HES JUST RUINING EVERYONES LIFE. EVERYTIME THEY TELL HIM TO CLEAN UP AFTER HIMSELF HE SAYS THAT ITS THE MANS JOB TO DO WORK AND ITS THE WOMANS JOB TO CLEAN. BITCH DONT EVEN GOT A JOB. HE IS UNEMPLOYED AS FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!! HE LIVES LIKE GODDAMN GINTOKI ALL HE DOES IS ODD JOBS FOR FAMILY MEMBERS. HIS MOM HAS TO WORK A 12 HOUR JOB EVERY SINGLE DAY TO MAKES ENDS MEET AND THEN IS ALWAYS MAD BECAUSE SHE COMES HOME TO A DESTROYED ASS HOUSE BECAUSE HER STUPID FAILASS HUSBAND RUINED IT AGAIN!! WIENER AND HIS BROTHER AND HIS MOM ARE ALWAYS FUCKING CLEANING EVERY SINGLE DAY BECAUSE HIS DAD IS JUST LEAVING SHIT EVERYWHERE. HE DRINKS OUT OF THE MILK JUG. EVEN THOUGH THEY KEEP TELLING HIM TO FUCKING STOP!!!!! HE. IS. AN. ANIMAL! HE CANT EVEN WIPE HIS OWN DAMN ASS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! RN WIENER TOLD ME HES OUTSIDE WORKING AND TINKERING. BITCH TINKERING ON WHAT? HE AINT EVEN FIXING THE CAR RN. BRO IS JUST MAKING RANDOM SHIT IN THE YARD. HES LESS GOOD AT MAKING SHIT THAN FUCKIN DOUBLE D FROM ED EDD N EDDY. GOD. DAMN.
(PHOTOS BELOW ARE PROOF OF THIS ANIMALS MADNESS)
MAKE THIS BITCH FUCKING STOP. OR DIE SO HELL STOP.
LIKE TO CHARGE
REBLOG TO CAST
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Shinonome Ena wheezed as she felt the tube getting pulled out of her mouth. Like a nipple to a newborn, she wanted to bite down on it, and keep the fattening fluid flowing into her mouth - even though she knew there was none left. Accepting her own defeat after a moment, Ena just pouted as she watched a bridge of saliva be left as the only thing connecting her to the tube, before that too fell apart. Like a good wok, the tube's mouthpiece was filled with the flavourings of everything her girlfriend had forced into her face across their dozens of feedings; jam, cream, caramel, chocolate and syrup. In short, it was awfully sweet. Perhaps Ena had just been conditioned into it, but she felt actively fatter whenever the thing was in her mouth, as if she could just imagine something yummy getting pumped down it, and into her own belly. "Mizu--Uurp--Mizuki... That'sh... All?" Ena mumbled, her voice weak, horny and drawled.
Looking down at her destitute piggy of a girlfriend, Akiyama Mizuki didn't know if she wanted to tease and taunt her, or just stare. Ena, dressed up in her frilly, padded pink lingerie, a bow over her cleavage and buried under her love-handles. It was a miracle this set still fit, in no small part because Ena would surely chew the shit out of Mizuki if it ever did burst; these were limited edition, you prick! "What, you wanted more?" In the end, Mizuki chose to tease the struggling glutton beneath her. She'd had to drag the tube out of her puffed-up cheeks, and ended up staring into those bratty, self-obsessed eyes as she'd done so. Ena deserved teasing - she always did, no matter her weight. "You're getting fat. Fat and greedy, Enanan. That's never a good sign."
Ena simply glared up at Mizuki. If she'd been a cat - which she very almost was, to tell the truth - she'd have puffed up her fur and hissed. "If you're too fucking poor to feed me, then just spit it out." Trying to turn Mizuki's teasing back on her, Ena absorbed herself with the prissy, pampered persona she so enjoyed fulfilling. Ena's fullness was entirely Mizuki's responsibility; if she wanted her huge so badly, then she'd have to be an obedient feeder and keep Ena bloated like a tick. Shinonome Ena, unsurprisingly, subsisted on an exclusive diet of cheesecake and pancakes. If something sweet wasn't being practically forced into her fatass of a body at all times, it was entirely in her right to squeal about it. With a little hmph, Ena preened herself on Mizuki's queen-sized bed, wiggling about and letting herself jiggle hypnotically. She'd been nearly flat before she'd let Mizuki fatten her up, but now she was curvy all over - quite literally. Feeling her chest slosh about within her bra was practically an aphrodisiac for the spoilt girl.
"Come on, you've already eaten your way through my paycheck, piggy!" Mizuki grabbed a handful of Ena's chubby cheeks, wiggling the pig's fluffy, flabby flesh between her fingers. Mizuki did her best to keep up with Ena's appetite, but considering she was reaching the quarter ton mark, it was getting tough to keep that much belly filled up. If Mizuki could really get indulgent with it, she'd just keep Ena hooked up to a vat of butter; but that'd earn her little more than a slap on the cheek and one hell of a backache.
"Ngh...! More means more, Mizuki!" Barking more like a dog than a kitty, Ena grabbed at the hem of Mizuki's tank-top and dragged her closer. Ena was weak, thanks to all the catnaps she took, but when she pulled a tantrum, she could still pull one, at least. She was outgrowing her underwear, outgrowing her uniforms, becoming too gluttonous for a normal stuffing, and even getting too wide for Mizuki's bed. Someone needed to teach this useless feeder how to care for a real goddess, and if that meant Ena needed to give her a five-hundred pound squashing, so be it.
"Heh?" Mizuki was actually pretty worried. She'd seen Ena pig out with such a furious appetite that it'd scared her before, and the look in this blobby hog's eyes meant only one thing; more, did really, mean more. "E-Enanan, you're not gonna eat me, are you?!" Mizuki sobbed, trying to resist her girlfriend's buttery fingers. Even with more cream and butter on her fingers than skin, Ena could still grab a handful of food, and stuff it wherever it needed to be.
"What?!" Ena's chubby face screwed up in confusion, almost having to hold back her own laughter. "No, you fucking idiot...!" She cursed under her breath, wondering how she ended up with such a stupid feeder. It'd explain a few things. "Your cock, you jackass." Licking her lips, Ena reached out a flabby hand once again, and grabbed the bend of Mizuki's dick through the stretched-thin fabric of her white panties. "I'm gonna suck the life out of you if I have to." Ena huffed, getting ready for another tube to pump it's load into her ever-greedy mouth.
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Snippet Tag!
This is a sneak peek at Chapter 8 of Neon Moon. Writing this section was something I went back and forth on, because unlike most of what I write: I've introduced some characters that are directly from my life. See if you can guess who. (It's not hard.)
An enormous dog stood amid the grazing cattle, occasionally looking around but ignoring the horses and their humans. "Wait! Whose dog is that?" Sirius was pretty sure he'd never seen that one before. The ones he'd seen were small, sleek things: fast and agile. The dog there was big: tall and broad, with thick sable fur, a mane-like ruff, and a tail that curled over his back.
"Oh him?" Remus smiled. "That's Carrot. He's one of ours. But he's a livestock guardian so he doesn't really do the house dog life like this pampered girl," he explained with a nod at Marea, still balanced comfortably on the rolled up blanket behind Az's saddle.
"Guardian? What's he guarding against?" Mary asked, looking around for any apparent danger. "Bears?"
"Well, yeah, actually."
"Wait, what-"
"Let him finish, Mary!" Lily chided.
Remus just shrugged. "There are bears and mountain lions and cougars out here, plus some coyotes and there's been some wolf sightings lately. Haven't seen any myself and they're mainly up in Tahoe, but urban sprawl has 'em coming down this way more and more."
Sirius looked back out at the dog, who finally looked at them, and when he locked eyes with Remus, he wagged his tail and slowly ambled up to their little band. "Can I pet him?"
Remus laughed. "He's prob'ly gross as hell, but have at it. He doesn't do any tricks, though. When he's not havin' to make his own decisions out here, he gives all his braincells to his brother Vimes, who should be around here- ah. There he is."
Sirius turned to Flo's squeal, where a slightly smaller dog the same color as Carrot was nosing around at her horse's side bag, where Sirius knew the oat cakes were kept.
"Ay, gordo, basta ya!" Remus scolded. The other dog—Vimes—took several steps back, his ears splayed out to the side, and ambled away with one final longing look at the bag. "Sorry 'bout him. He's a fatass. …Affectionately, I guess." Remus rolled his eyes, but hopped off of Az to give both dogs a scratch behind the ears when they came back up to him.
Vimes didn't seem to want anything to do with them now that treats were off the table, but Carrot's tail gave a slow, lazy wag as he submitted to Sirius's petting. His head was soft and a little droopy—from a copperhead snake bite, Remus said—and he was pretty manky, but Sirius wiped the dog grime off on his jeans in a very brave show of manliness.
Some context below the cut. C/W: pet loss
Carrot & Vimes were the first dogs my now-husband and I adopted as a couple together, back in 2013. We went in with the intention to adopt ONLY Carrot (then called Pecan) but when we saw him running around with his littermate Vimes (then called Mesquite), and ignoring their 4 sisters, we couldn't say no. It was a dumb idea because lol littermate syndrome and lol college schedules, but we loved the hell out of these dogs.
Before we'd gotten them, Carrot had been bitten TWICE by a copperhead in the face (didn't learn the first time I guess), they'd had sarcoptic mange, and had been skunked twice and put under two rabies quarantines. Carrot's face was always a little droopy.
He was my heart dog. Stupid as fuck, good god...not an intelligent thought in there, but he was a loving, protective, wall of a dog at 110 pounds and nearly 3 feet at the shoulder. A DNA test said they were Great Pyrenees, Newfoundland, White Swiss Shepherd, and a whole lotta "we dunno, mixed breed", and Carrot looked just like a Pyr who had been dipped in some German Shepherd paint.
He passed away last August, right around the time I was writing Chapter 1 of Neon Moon. He was nearly 10, so definitely a senior citizen for a giant breed, and I still miss the hell out of him. Vimes is still alive and kickin', diabetes and blindness be damned, lol.
In the photo, Carrot is on the left and his grumpy brother Vimes on the right.
It feels apt to say that those who love us never really leave us, and I hope that by sharing a little bit of this dog with y'all, he can continue to be remembered in the hearts of my readers.
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hi ur bff here can u write ghost from cod smut :3c
AHH THIS BUM... okay... i gues,,
GHOST FROM COD x Fem!READER
Trigger warnings: you already know *rolls eyes* Poop, Mini kyle, MY version of y/n, pee, dookie, farts, dookie, smut,yander, non/con.
AS ALWAYS NO MINI KYLES AND NO MINI RAVIS.
EVERLASTING BUTTCRAACK ```~
One day you were walking around in england and making toots in england WHEN all of the sudden... you saw this sus guy. HE WAS ALSO MAKING TOOTS. So you walked up to him.
"You copy me." You said firously
"WHAT!" he said really mad
he towered over you with a nasty glare before grabbing your throat causing you to yelp and blocking your windpipe.
"Dont. you. EVER. make. toots. in. england." He spat at you. his dookie colored eyes staring back at you.
"f-f-f-f" you wanted to say it but-
"F-f-f-f-f" he mocked you and twirled his fake hair.
"FOCK YOU!" you yelled out as you raised a knee and kicked him in the nut sack and ran off.
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You went into a gas station and bought some beer and candy. When you walked out you saw this... weird red van. Bright headlights staring back at you as you raised an arm over your eyes trying to block the light. It was so dark outside you couldnt make out what it was.
You ran over to the van and began cussing out the driver and throwing beer cans at the side, denting it. But the red van just sped off.
"WTF!!!:" you yelled.
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You were asleep in your bed...
*CREAK*
Your eyes flashed open and your heart began pounding.
"OH GOD THE FBI IS HERE TO GET ME!" You yelled jumping out off bed and ran for the window. It was after your second foot left the window and you were headed down at a rapid pace that you remembered you live 68 stories up...
You shat hella out of fear before feeling the impact. but you didnt hit your head. and you didnt feel anything. Thats when you saw.. THE OFFENSIVE TOOTER Headed at you with a GUN!!
You got up and began running!
"MAN I KNEW THIS GUY WORKED FOR THE FBI!"
You jumped over kids, cars, dogs, fatasses, bums. but you didnt escape it. THere was even a bum rooting you on but you still tripped and he threw a STANKY LEG paper towel ovever your nose and you passed out.
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What the.
"WHERE THE FUCK AM I!" You yelled looking around.
"Shhh..-"
"AHH THE FBI!!! LISTEN IM SORRY I FARTED ON THAT GUY!! AND IM SORRY I KILLED 20,000 PEOPLE YOU KNOW I DIDNT MEAN TOO!!!" you yelled
silence filled the air and the offended tooter looked confused.. scared even.
Like there was something behind you.
You zipped around in the spinny office chair you were tied to to make sure there was no backrooms doors monster,. luckily there wasnt.
"thats hot."
What the fuck... you thought to yourself. the offended tooter is now saying that your... hot.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN TOOTER!! I KILL PEOPLE!!" you accused angrily
"STOP CALLING ME TOOTER IVE NEVER FARTED IN FRONT OF YOU. Killing people is h-"
"NOT HOT!" Yoyu finished his sentence.. or atleast you thought it was a man...
*you felt something sharp in your neck before passing out*
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You woke up with no clothes on and a pile of dookie next to you!!
"AHH WHAT THE!!?" you were also on the street. You ran over to your apartment which was right next door luckily and you threw yourself into the shower and threw some clothes on.
*Did i sleep walk again* you thought. hmm.
It was nothing just a bad dream you thought as you layed down.
In the window behind you was the face of the angry tooter.
I guess youll never know if it was a dream or not
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CREDIT
WRITER: fartquen12
IDEA: anon
THIS FIC THREW BOOTYCHEEKS BUT WHATEVER
#simon ghost riley#simon riley x reader#simon ghost riley smut#simon ghost x reader#nominikylesallowed#nominiravisallowed#fartquen12#yandere simon riley#yandere x reader
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Kyle Broflovski/ Eric Cartman (SP fic)
('What's up with the fatass?')
/Let me slide into your mind/ part 4
'Technically, I'm not gay if I'm testing, right?'
Slight warning ⚠️ this fic is kinda deranged and would probably (will) be outta the ordinary, wacky in a sense but also trauma? Maybe, idk could be? Mmhh..
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He was stoked by the confession, couldn't even manage to bare a retort back with some snarky comment. A brief silence, a light breeze brushing their way.
He looked at Jackson's green eyes, as the sunset reflected on them. Making this all feel even more like a fever dream.
He chuckled nervously, not sure if the feeling he felt was flattery or uneasiness.
How the hell is he gonna get out of this?
On one hand, Jackson was Stewart's best friend: who is seemingly the leader; he was also a very important part of their friend group and they wouldn't bat an eye to trow him out to the gutter over Jackson.
So if he were to reject Jackson now, would that demolished all opportunity to still be friends? Would they kick him out? Would they target him again?
It's not like it's his fault that Jackson was some gaywad and was madly in love with him, but they will definitely side with nerd geek over his coolness.
On the other hand, he also sorta liked Jackson? Not in the gay way ofcourse, but he's warming up to him. Also, Jackson was the first to talk to him and even somewhat got along when he first arrived in this damn town.
He's been nice, a little hot headed but he is also kinda into that aswell, helping him with studying, oddly enough they do get along and they also share a certain type of humor aswell!
It'd be a pity if he ruined a possible great ally over some dumb crush. Besides, he's fucking rich.
And he doesn't make a big fuss over him taking over and picking what they'll watch on Netflix in his big flat tv unlike Tolkien.
He was finding it quite difficult to pick what to do, it's not like Jackson was bad looking.. not the type you'd be horrified by even the thought of holding his hand type of way. He in fact is quite attractive for a guy, no homo, but he COULD endure being in a relationship with him if it were necessary..
".. y-you can't be serious are you?" He mustered out, expecting to be contradicted and be told it was just a fucked up joke.
Jackson hold on to his hands making him eye him weirdly, his mouth flattened, "I've never been this serious in my entire life, Eric."
The way he said it made it all seem like some kdrama rom-com, his eyes landed on to his lips then back to Jackson's eyes feeling nauseous.
This was.. different.
His heartbeat pounded recklessly, as he felt his eyes squinted shut, maybe expecting something more unintentionally leaning forward.
But the entire mood was interrupted by two other obnoxious boys.
"Goddammit, took you long enough!" Stewart shouted, as he walked towards them alongside Hershey who brushed some leaves off him coming from behind a tree.
"You guys ruined the mood, assholes," Jackson groaned annoyed, rolling his eyes and letting go from one hand still latching on to the other.
"A confession shouldn't take that long," Stewart complained, as he shoved his hands inside his pants.
"Yeah, it's been like two weeks and dog park hadn't gotten the hint at all," Hershey huffed as if he was the one desperate for it to be over.
"I would've made him my bitch by now if I were you," Stewart kept on rambling, "like, it's not hard to say 'I like you, be mine' or some shit like that."
"You lack skill," Hershey joined in the mutual bashing on their friend's timing.
He felt himself small, looking at the three as they banter like if he had actually said yes to Jackson's confession, as he had no other choice but to be his—
"Wait, you said this been going on for awhile?," he mustered out confused, it wasn't long since he's got there.
"Ha, you blind fuck. I guess southies lack attention skills too? Ofcourse it was. Why would you think we'd even let you in our friend group to begin with?" Stewart commented casually but was nudged lightly from Jackson as a 'that's enough' kinda way, earning a eye roll from the redhead as a response, "you've gone soft," he mustered.
He felt like he wanted the ground to swallow him, that only means one thing. Saying 'no' will be his dismay, he'll be cast aside if he were to reject Jackson.
He bit his lip, contemplating the situation he's put in. He hangs out with Jamie but that wouldn't be enough to not be targeted, and he doubted the brunette would even care if he were.
Unlike with these assholes he felt a sense of security, a place he can run off to and shield himself from being a tp loser.
"Jackson approached you with all intention to fuck you, he saw you walking near our neighborhood while we were skateboarding looking like you were about to pass out and in his eyes you were the most—," Hershey teased deviously, before being nudged angrily by the blonde.
"Okay, guys that's enough," he blurted out embarrassed, putting his attention on his own quietness.
"He's into bigger boys," Stewart added with a wicked grin, now Jackson shoved him aside as he snickered and ruffled his blonde locks playfully.
"So you two going out now or what?," Hershey then spoke after a brief silence and some rough play from both best friends.
He couldn't help himself feel flustered, if his actual friends were there they'd bash on him for being a complete gaywad or even saying something remotely gay. Which is why he retrained himself by doing many things like; karaoke or dressing himself up and dancing with cut out celebrities he liked, makeup, tea parties or gushing over stuff animals, painting his nails and trying out his mother's heels..
Not that he's gay, but he genuinely did enjoy those things.
But these dumbasses? They don't seem to care at all.. they even expected him to act a little gay...
"Maybe.." he blurted out, startling Jackson who looked his way with sparkling eyes and blushed face.
Okay, he was kinda cute.
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So it's official, he's now dating Jackson Hu. You may ask, what're the benefits of being the blonde's boyfriend?
They're plenty, in a matter of fact. There wasn't even a single student that had said anything negative his way or any tp comments. On the contrary, he's been making a lot of new friends!
They actually approached him with all intention of wanting to befriend him and hang out. Unlike with the southies they always nagged and nagged that he was some burden they couldn't just get rid off.. and as much as that shit did kinda hurt him, he wouldn't deny he hated them aswell!
These north parkers had made him somewhat feel welcome even if they started with a rough start. They invite him to parties, games and do shit together! Yes, they were common bashing and naming, but that's just typical kids behavior.
They treated him like an actual friend than some pest. And are even very openly affectionate to each other, unlike with his old gang that type of affection was mostly excluded from him and exclusively just a 'bff' thing only the gay bitches of Stan and Kyle had, and sometimes Kenny.
Ofcourse Kenny has time in time proven to him that he does care and he doesn't mind being all open for a hug from Eric Cartman, compared to Hippie dick and Jersey jew that would immediately make an assumption that he was scheming some shit or they'll just stand awkwardly not daring to do something back.
They weren't very opened with hugs or hand holding when it came to the three, not that he couldn't say the same, by that point it was just too weird and kinda an anomaly. He felt he had a whole different thing going on between his dynamic with Stan and Kyle, contrast with Butters and Kenny.
He could be freely emotionally himself with the blondes but with the 'super best friends'? He just couldn't, it was always a hesitating thought and just searching for a opportunity to do so.
He could count the times they had hugged with all intention to do it, with his fingers.
They weren't as evenly close as he'd would like..
But the kids from North park, his now gang. They're so— chill, and cool. And never excluded anyone from giving some love, maybe because they kinda acted like hippies? Even though they claimed just being liberals or some pretentious shit like that.
He could hug Stewart who is the most jock douche of the group outta nowhere and he wouldn't even bat an eye! He'll hug him back or pat him lightly like an actual bro.
Not that he's touched starved ofcourse but..
It actually feels nice.
Other of the good perks of being Jackson's boyfriend, is that he feels more freeing on being more himself in a sense?
He can do things he'd normally think pussies would do, being reassured by his friends and boyfriend that the things he liked didn't defined his sexuality and all that lame opened minded shit.
He loved it, he also liked how Jackson looks at him, and call him by pet names.. even the pecks on his cheek before entering class or being walked home. It made him feel fuzzy and funny..
Also, being completely loaded he buys him stuff! Shoes and sometimes even dresses cause he somehow found out he liked drag!
And his friends, they are willing to try things his southie friends would call him lame for! They even gone to a karaoke and sang together.
But not only that has changed, but he's feeling a little different since his move. The town really is making him shift in to some.. he couldn't recall what, but he feels he could change for the better being.
He also noticed a huge change on his mom too!
She turned PC not long ago.. he wasn't entirely sure what started it but she did mentioned she turned a member at work and that she'd be a better mom from now on, the typical shit he's already use to hearing from her emotional outburst or when she's drunk.
But he's noticed she has kinda kept her word for it, the other day he mentioned about feeling a little insecure about his weight now that he had a boyfriend and all, she actually talked to him like them parents he'd see on TV 'tell me more, I'd like to be of help' 'you know you're perfect in every way, you don't have to change who you are for anyone' 'if he doesn't like the way you are then he isn't for you' 'I think you should try doing a diet if that makes you feel any better but you really are beautiful, poopsikins' giving him actual advice instead of running away!? Actually listening to him instead of distracting him with toys and food.
They also been getting along better and they talk more, his mom even admitted to him that she's been feeling lonely for years now and that loneliness just drove her into making him her only friend and she now realized how bad that truly is for his development. He even admitted how much it affected him to not actually have a father figure in his life, the absence and hollowness it felt everytime he saw his friends bond with their dads. And it was all just emotional and heartwarming moment between the two. A bunch of sobbing and apologetic promises that he wasn't sure they'll actually commit.
Maybe they could fix things out or maybe not? Only time will decide.
He layyed on his bed recalling his mother's words once more, feeling a tight feeling in his chest, hiding under the covers with a soft smile.
North park kinda rules.
°°°°
He was panicking, Jackson had stolen him a quick kiss on the lips. It was a small brush but he felt like he was swooning, being swooped up in the air by his strong arms as he carried him bridal style to the nursery cause he clumsily sprained his ankle in p.e class.
"How you're feeling, babe?" He asked softly, while he couldn't help but look at him dreamily.
"Good.." he mustered with a dumbfounded smile, gripping on to his shirt, butterflies popped inside his stomach. And with out further hesitation he place his hands on his cheeks and made him leaned forward, planting a passionate kiss, wrapping his arms around his neck as he felt Jackson deepening it before breaking it off.
Still inches apart, "Goddamn that was amazing.." he mustered out dumbfounded, eyeing him soft, "maybe I should carry you often if that makes you want to kiss me like that more," he admitted with a cheeky grin, nuzzling his nose against his.
"Maybe you should..?" He teasingly said, eyeing him playful before planting a small peck on his lips.
In a blink of an eye, after a couple of days
They were found making out furiously in the living room couch of his mansion. He couldn't help himself, he was feeling deluded by all of things Jackson did to him, he wanted to be touched, kissed, the pleasure it gave him when he'd grabbed his waist and pulled him closer. It was amazing.
'Technically, I'm not gay if I'm testing, right?'
He gripped on the blonde's t-shirt, making him mumbled a couple of 'mmph' before being sunk in deeper on to the couch, hearing him whisper sweet nothings to him as a voice echoed the room, snapping him out of him.
"Cartman~" Jackson kept murmuring his name against his neck, but not with his usual voice, it was..
He pushed him away with his hands against his boyfriend's chest slightly, as his eyes widen in contemplated horror.
"Kyle?"
Kyle found himself on top of him looking at him with a devilish smile, before grinning wide like a triumphant.
"AHHH!!!" He screamed like a chick that was about to get murder in some classic 90s horror movie, pushing him off from his lap as he rested his weight on his elbow still eyeing the boy.
Now vision getting clearer, as a concerned Jackson looked his way.
"Babe are you alright? Who the fuck is Kyle?" He asked, standing up; as he had fallen to the floor by being pushed so abruptly.
He panted heavily, still grasping some air as he clenched hard on to his chest, this shit is gonna give him a heart attack.
"Is this because you miss your old town? Is that it?" Jackson still continued to asked worrisome, before biting his lip as he contemplated something looking at the floor.
"Y-yeah.." he managed to mustered, still, the scare was still haunting him.
Jackson look at him with pitying eyes, "do you want.. I can give you your password, maybe that'll make you feel better? Only if you promise me you would be discreet about it?" He tried reassuring, approaching cautiously and sitting far in the other end of the couch.
"U-huh, that'd be awesome, thanks.." squinting his eyes shut and nodding fanatically, he took this as a good opportunity to talk with Kenny, he hasn't been able to contact him in so long.
He gulped hard, sweat falling drastically as if a bucket of water had been splashed on his face, now looking at Jackson's eyes, feeling himself get calmer with each passing second.
Being back home, he let out a long tiresome sigh, the episode from early still was eating him at whole, he needed to calm down or he could mess things up with Jackson.
He grabbed his laptop and typed in the password and email Jackson gave him.
And lord and behold, he was now online.
Another thing he had to do was change his number, as people there would recognized immediately the area code of South Park. Bad thing about it, is that his now friends erased all his contacts excluding his mom and family (cousin and uncle's) luckily for him, he did manage to slip out saying Butters was a cousin when he notice his friends doings.
Finally back on his old account '@ EricCart_brah' he looked for Kenny's active status, he knew by this hour he'd be back home and scrolling endlessly on his phone ignoring his parents common arguments.
Kenny Mccormick online•
He bit his lip, he knew Kenny would demand answers because he's clearly been 'ignoring' him, which is why he told Butters to calm Kenny's tits down and tell him that he was just really busy, which wasn't far from the truth. In reality he was busy, being a North Parker wasn't easy you know!
'Sup poor boy' common, not too desperate, and quick to the point.
He waited a couple of dreaded seconds, as he looked at his screen. Kenny was taking his damn sweet time to read his message, longer than usual, oh, he must really be pissed. It was definitely on purpose cause Kenny would immediately reply back to him once receiving a message while being actively online the only times he wouldn't answer back immediately was when he was doing his shifts or walking Karen home from school.
It was their best friend thing to always prioritize their messages over anyone else's, they kinda agreed on doing it out of spite because Stan and Kyle once ignored them on the group chat a couple of years ago sliding into a roblox server with out them. Fucking dicks. They still couldn't somehow let that go.
After a minute, he finally read it, but it was left on seen. He frowned, 'Goddammit, kinny,' he thought.
'Typing...'
Those three minutes were torturous coming from Kenny.
Meanwhile he waited for Kenny to stop bitchin' with him, he scrolled through his inbox, he had two unread messages from Kyle and one from Stan, ofcourse he didn't bother answering so he left them unread, they're bitches anyways, and because they were very old messages too, like a day after his move and Stan's was at 3:00 am pretty much while he was still on the road to get to North park. But there was also messages from both Clyde and Craig, these weren't entirely far apart from the day he left south park but he was curious.
'Hey, fatboy, pleaseeeee come back I beg you🙏🏼' that was pretty much it with Clyde, sometimes he wondered if that dude was okay from the head, cause damn what gives?
And Craig's was just a '🖕🏼' he rolled his eyes, hoe.
*Ding*
About fucking time.
'Took you long, u got bored of your little north dickers?'
He snickered, now HE got his sense of humor.
'C'mon, Butt's didn't gave u mah mezzage?'
'He did'
'Okay, so Y u bitchin at me?'
'What's with the new account? Embarrassed by your people, fatboy?'
'Iz da it? U worried I forgot about u?'
'Seen'
Goddammit, 'I would never, asshole 🙄 yk I've been buzy with my move'
'Why r u writing with typos? I saw u got nice grammar in ur dumb np page'
'U stalkin me?'
'Yes, what're u gonna do about it? Send me a grenade via inbox?'
"Hahahaha!" He laughed out loud by Kenny's ridiculous shit talk, how he missed that.
'Don't be an ass🤣'
'Your so dumb...'
'*you're' he couldn't help but slapped himself in the head, what was all that about? Why did he correct that shit, he's acting like the dumb jew now.
'Sure, bitch. Okay, so how's it been?' Atleast Kenny seemed to shrugged it off easily, neither did he seemed angry anymore.
'Itz been good but itz lame ass fuck, wbu anything going on over there?'
'Not really, everything seems to mellow out since ur fat ass left town'
'Aye! Stfu!'
'It's true tho, everything is as boring like when we took that hunting bunny exhibit'
'Ugggh don't remind me🥱'
'Man, when would u come visit? Or is it like a temporary thing? C'mon tell me *dick sticker*'
'Not sure tbh, just hang in there got things handled from a tea just u wait👌🏼'
'This is my new number btw (+1)***-***-**** don't give it to those assholes of Stan and Kyeeel'
Kenballz added (+1) ***-***-**** to his contacts.
'U still angry at them for the party?'
'Nah... just want to be a dick to them thatz all'
'Fair'
'Gotta go, ttyl?'
'Sure'
He sighed exhausted sliding out from Kenny's dms, looking at the hour an it was just 2 am. Maybe he should give a peek at the hippie's message?
Stan Marsh offline• 25 min ago
'Hey, Cartman. Sorry about earlier, yk me and Kyle didn't mean to actually just not give a damn about you..
I kinda really feel bad about it rn.. hope you can forgive me? Even so, I wish you luck with the move. Ik how difficult it is to adjust to the changes but Ik you'll manage better than I ever did:)'
Way to make it gay Stan, he sighed, getting off from the couch and heading to his room in a slouch. In all honesty, he really wasn't angry at them, he kinda actually expected them to act like dicks? But still, something about Kyle just pissed him off, but being angry at Stan was very hard to do. He was so emotional and for some reason he pity him for it.
Maybe that's why he had a weak heart for Stan.
He layyed down reluctantly, opening his laptop once more, might aswell look at kyel's, or curiosity will get the best of him.
Kyle Broflovski offline• 2 hrs ago
'Hey fatass'
'Fuck u then'
Well, that was short and quick. He huffed throwing his laptop to his side, covering himself with his blanket kinda pissed off and dozing off to sleep.
°°°°
"Damn, theres a lot of people in your town," He said in a 'awe' looking at the crowd of people surrounding the mayor hall.
"Our town now, fatboy," Stewart added, wrapping a arm around his neck.
He blushed, they're very welcoming and friendly to him for some reason all of a sudden. Maybe he's been doing so damn good so far, his act has already went beyond the limits of fantastic, cause it seem his tp vibes weren't as strong as when he first arrived. He smiled accomplished.
Jackson eyed him from his side with a small wink.
He beamed even harder, he felt his cheeks stiffened by how much he was smiling that day.
He wrapped his arms around Stewart's waist resting his head against him while seeing the mayor walked towards the microphone.
"It's a nice evening today for our beautiful town," He began, it was an old man probably in his mid fifties, grey hair and had one of those fancy suits on.
"Today we've managed to make a great accomplishment, being at a rate of 55% of popularity," the man beamed proudly at the crowd.
The crowd roared cheerful, he even heard his friends shout '¡fuck yeah!'
He honestly didn't quite understand about the popularity ratings that was going on between states, but he honestly cared less it wasn't his problem.
"If we keep our rating up, will be in the 90% in lesser than a month," the man fist upwards to the air, "but that's not all, we've been given news that were offered for a possible show next fall!"
Everyone gasped, and he was left confused, just arching a brow.
'Who'd want to watch a show about some dumb town?,' he couldn't help but think about how lame that was, but said nothing. His friends seemed to be stoked about the idea.
Maybe that was his southie side speaking in him.
"Now moving that aside, time for the announcement for the winner of next judge for this yearly cat costume competition!" The man exclaimed, causing some of the people watched eagerly as the mayor took out a small piece of paper from the box to announce the winner.
"And the winner for this yearly competition is— Eric cartman?"
The people gasped as they all eyed him, even he was left bewildered.
He didn't recall ever written his name in that slip.
"It's the southie" he heard a man whispered, and a couple of others murmured.
But later roared cheerfully as they boost him upwards with their hands dragging him still dumbfounded to the stage.
"Go, Eric!" He heard his boyfriend screamed from afar, as he stepped on the stage, seemingly still confused.
He smiled awkwardly as he approached the mayor.
"Seems the town picked you for the role, it was just destined to happen," The man stated before gesturing the crowd to applaud.
He gulped seeing all those people cheering for him, it really boosted his ego and pride.
All the admiration he craved is now becoming overwhelming in a matter of seconds, the fact he just doesn't know, unaware of what's not knowledgeable maybe that's why he felt that hidden unease squeezing feeling inside his stomach.
After all that, he walked down stage and was greeted once more by his boyfriend who hugged him tightly.
"Congrats, baby nuts."
"I- I really don't know how my name got there?"
"Who cares? You got such an honorable role being from Shart Park," Stewart chimed in, approaching them with Hershey by his side.
"I suppose.. but I really don't know my role or anything?"
"Don't worry about it, we'll tell you everthing you need to know for the big day," Hershey added with a grin, "btw, Jacky your parents were looking for you just now."
Jackson groaned, "no fucking way, seriously? My god.."
"What's wrong, babe?" He eyed him curiously.
"It's- it's nothing, Eric," he shrugged giving a look at Stewart.
How fucking weird, he hated being excluded from shit.
Another day ended, and by that point and on he learned that this cat festival was a honoring tradition, the competition however was just as important than the actual festival itself so it was necessary to not mess it up or his reputation will go down the line. He did wonder why the hell they'd pick him for it, but it was way too beneficial to bail out from, he also liked that he was being recognized more by his name than by the town he was born in.
He looked through his clothing finding a perfect outfit for the evening, ignoring the voices from his head, the constant whispers and the small curses against him. Kyle's voice resonated in him like a damn devil, a curse yearning to release it's dangerous magic on him.
He wasn't sure why Kyle out of all people would be the one to haunt him. Okay, now that he thinks about it, he may be certain of why.
Ofcourse Kyle would be capable of doing that! He has always been envious of his luck and awesomeness, who wouldn't want to curse him more than Kyle ever did?
'Eric~'
"Shut the fuck up, kahal!" He screamed out, covering his ears.
'C'mon, Eric don't be such a wuss'
"I'm no wuss!"
'Ofcourse you are, fat boy'
"Aye! I ain't fat you dumb jew!"
'Don't belittle my people, fatass!'
"So stop using your dumb magic on me, and leave me alone!"
'Never, you're a traitor. A imposter'
"What're you talking about?""
'You really think these north pussies give a fuck about you? You're just a southie for them-'
"That's not true I'm changing!"
'No, you can never change. You got it in your blood, Eric. You'll be for ever be a bigoted south park faggot–'
"¡Shut up!" He hissed out, everything went silent and he no longer heard Kyle, "¡shut the fuck up!" He kept on whining while squinting his eyes shut, trying to shut all the demons out, falling on his knees now gripping on to his hair.
It was night time, meaning the beginning of the festival has now started, Jackson picked him up walking from hand to hand to the center of town. He visualize all the cute cats everywhere. He couldn't help but feel a pit in his stomach thinking about Mr kitty.
He still can't believe his mother forgot to bring Mr kitty! But he shouldn't have trust her knowing damn well she took some crack beforehand.
His cat would've been the cutest among all, sadly she would not be able to participate in such wonderful event.
'Maybe if you actually stayed in south park instead of moving your ass over here. You wouldn't be struggling about your cat, fatass'
"Quit it, Kahal! Not now" he hissed in a whisper as he side eyed his boyfriend who was seemingly distracted by some decorations.
Ofcourse Kyle wouldn't let him enjoy his night, his gonna follow him until he fucks up something.
'Don't blame me, this place sucks ass'
"It does not!"
'It does too'
"Nuh-uh!"
"Eric, are you alright?" Jackson snapped him out of it, now looking at his direction.
"Yeah baby, ofcourse I am!" He exclaimed nervously, "how about you show me those kitten mittens you told me about the other day?"
"Oh! Fuck yeah, dude!" Jackson beamed excited, before dragging him to somewhere else.
'How rude, bluntly ignores my presence'
"Shut up, Kahal. I don't want him to hear you!"
'Mhm, I don't see why you're so damn in to him, I'm soooo much interesting than him and you don't seem to like me like that?'
"Cause you're a stupid jew, that's why!"
'So you admit you're a gaywad?'
"Fuck off, dude." He shoved away with his free hand next to his face, as he were capable to shoo Kyle's annoying voice from him.
"Ms Ellen has always had the best of mittens," Jackson spoke, approaching a small stand letting go now from his hand as he gestured all the colorful mittens.
'*cough* gay *cough* *cough* what a gaywad'
"Tsch, quiet!" He sneered in a whisper, before continuously to eye Jackson in an awe.
He's so cute, he felt his eyelids fall slightly feeling that fuzzy feeling once more in his stomach. Now he wondered how he scored such a wonderful boyfriend with zero efforts!
'Stop looking at him like that, your eyes are gonna fall'
"Don't tell me what to do, Kyel," he mustered out while smiling dumbly, seeing how Jackson seemingly spoke as his blonde locks move in such a memorizing slow way.
'I'll give it two weeks max'
He heard that last bit but decided to ignore it, he is planning to enjoy his night with Jackson and succeed as a great judge.
Everything seemed to be going smoothly, he and Jackson had played many of the games there. It was just the two of them that night as both Hershey and Stewart we're doing their own thing with their girlfriends, so it'd made sense for he and Jackson to do the same.
"You know.. I'm glad you're here," Jackson said out of the blue, grabbing his attention.
"Yeah? Why?" He asked munching on a corndog.
"Well, normally I'd be alone in these type of things cause those assholes are always latching like slugs to their girlfriends and shit," he said, obviously referring to the guys, smirking slyly, "now I can do the same with out feeling envious of their own love life, let's be slugs together, baby nuts"
His heart skipped a beat, he smiled warmly.
Jackson approached him, a step forward planting a kiss on his cheek he instinctively closed his eyes not wanting for it to end.
'Dumbass, he doesn't like you. He likes that he's no longer the only gay one in town'
He frowned, as he opened his eyes once more softening seeing Jackson look his way in such a lovingly way.
He hold on to his hand, "don't worry, baby. I love you," he reassured more to himself than to his boyfriend.
Ofcourse he loves Jackson, why else would he feel this immense feeling inside his chest. He's a great friend not that he 'like-like' him like that, he's just so awesome and amazing to ignore, he stands up in the crowd, he's different.
'You're confused. You don't like him, you like feeling praised'
He moved his head frantically, dragging Jackson by the arm leading him to the apple bucket game where men surrounded it cheering for the next loser to grab a red apple among the greens while blindfolded.
'You can run all you want, but you know I'm right, fatass'
"We should try it out," he ignored the echoing voice against his ears.
"Sure, did I ever mentioned you I was stated 1st place state champion of apple bobbing?"
"Really?" He looked at him surprised, Jackson winked at him placing himself in line.
'Gay'
He scoffed, "grow up, Kahal. It's sooo 80s of you to be so close minded," commenting that as he stood next to Jackson sharing him a toothy smile.
'Ugh, you two gross me out'
'Why don't you set the bucket on fire? Wouldn't it be fun if you put gasoline inside and let the next player get it? Hahaha!'
He shook his head, "no, kahal, that's awful," whispering annoyed.
'You use to do it all the time with Butters and Kenny. What's the big deal now? Afraid your pussie friends can't deal with some actual fun?'
He gritted his teeth, clenching his free hand, eyeing the next player who was a blonde girl with two big ponytails.
'Dude, wouldn't it be awesome if we do one destiny final on her? Her hair is perfect to get-'
"No, it wouldn't be 'awsome', get over it" he stated still looking at the crowd.
'Man, what's happened to you'
He bit his lip to that, in all honesty he really thought it'd be funny to see the blonde chick be dragged by a horse because her hair was tangled and tied up on it's leash.
But that wasn't a North park way to think.
'But you're not from north park'
"Tsch, what did I tell you about reading my mind Kyel!," he blurted out, flinching once he noticed he screamed too loud causing a few people to look at him weird and Jackson to eye him carefully, "you're invading my privacy," he murmured in between teeth
'You do it all the time! Don't be such an hypocrite. You don't even know what personal space is'
"I feel like I've already said this many times, but are you alright, babe? You're acting like a little pyscho."
'Cause he is. Are you blind?'
"I'm fine, babe. Just ignore it." He shrugged now getting ready to play next.
"Ignore what?"
The game went on an he managed to witness the competitive spirit Jackson had, he was rabid to win a stubbornness no one can wear him off from, ruthless almost murderous over some dumb apples noneless!
'Pst, you never seem to care when I do it?'
"Shut up, kahal. It's different, my baby is gonna get hurt," he looked at the bloody looking hound who was glaring daggers at some big chunk of a man with a cool looking beard holding on to a couple of apples in his mouth, probably five.
No longer had their blindfolds on as they circled around each other as if they were about to go in combat. Jackson had three apples, making his cheeks look all puffed up like a angry squirrel. He would laugh by the adorable display but there were other more important matters in hands.
"Hon, why don't we just truce this and-?"
Everyone gasped, going all silent, before the beard dude spit out the apples from his mouth in a bursting laugh.
"Hahahahah! Awe, how cute. Oh southies and their stupidity, your tp boyfriend is such a loser! Ofcourse, you should definitely listen and be the typical whipped ass licking moron you are and ask for a small cease-fire?"
Jackson eyed the man up and down in a threatening manner silently warning him
"South- Park- ies" The man tilted his head with each pronouncing words, grinning confidently.
"Oooohhhh" everyone blurted out in a shared shocking response, as it was indeed a low blow to be called a south parker, a disgusting insult that's worse than being thrown actual feces in someone's face.
Jackson spit the apples he had out of his mouth and straight up lounge himself towards the man.
"TAKE THAT BACK!" Screamed back, punching and yanking the man's beard off.
"Goddamn," he whispered in disbelief.
'Guess your boyfriend is also kinda a little cookoo himself'
He watched bewildered by the intensity of the street fight being unfold, as people cheered like wild animals. He even notice his other friends were already there in the pile of people cheering Jackson on.
This reminded him of the time when Kyle force him to ride a bull for some dumb Terrance and Phillip dolls, he was damn determined to win them he didn't even care that he was a vietnamese prostitute for the temporary being signing him up for the bull ride contest not caring he was drop off by Leonardo dicaprio the next day from who knows what of a night.
That was some immense determinant stubbornness and a whole lot of obsessive competitive spirit.
'In my defense, I really wanted those dolls and you wasted all the damn money'
"Whatever, Kahal," He whispered with not much enthusiasm, looking at the blonde boy smirking confidently as he stood up like he had won some boxing match.
Jackson approached him smiling warming, placing a small kiss on his lips.
"Told you I was number one champion."
'I don't think that's how you play bobbing apples'
"Sorry he call you that, baby," he added lastly before hugging him 'comforting'.
'What's there to be sorry about? You are from South park'
He corresponded back, "thanks, babe," reassuring with a small hum, smiling lightly.
'Stop acting like you aren't, asshole'
°°°°
Being judge wasn't the difficult part is was the people who'd glare menacingly, who'd watch carefully and cautious as other competitors would look like pray, atleast those that seem so gullible that'll easily cease on losing which was rare cause north park; the ones from blood, conceived from the womb of a north park mother will never bail out until they give their last breathe those that were from other states however would budge in one or a couple of rounds depending on how far long they've lived in the town. Yes, rounds.
What he figured out about this whole cat costume competition wasn't exactly just cute kitties dress up in fancy wears, it was a matter of actual BATTLE. They'd prepare themselves in a cage putting two people in and place their cats on a rounded chair. Waiting to be judge as they place themselves in middle of both cats, rules were simple:
1. First cat to jump off the chair will guarantee the owner making the fist move starting first round.
Only thing that wasn't allowed was weapons (guns, knives, swords, grenades, wires, types of acids, any sort of dust powder and flame throwers).
He wasn't sure exactly why the last weapon was needed to be specified with red ink, but he was a man who didn't question much.
Pretty much anything else is valid, so you're basically on your own once you're in the cage.
2. First player who accidentally hurts or (kill) the felines in anyway while being on the cage are disqualified immediately making the other competitor pass to the next round.
Being so damn fucking grateful he didn't bring Mr kitty to this whole thing after all was an understatement.
3. No sex inside the cage (one boner and you're out).
Now that was a rule he wondered why was needed to be added, but Hershey had told him it was because sometimes the tension between the two competitors will turn them up and makeout mid-battle.
This is why Jackson also told him he wasn't gonna let him compete as a player, he wasn't risking his boyfriend on 'falling' for some other dude. Kinda toxic, but he kinda like the possessive attitude.
4. Each meow counts as a double point, so you're current points would be sum together (the cat must be your feline for it to add up).
5. Each round is about 15 minutes (if dragged).
6. They're only 6 rounds per fight.
7. If referee catches you purposely making your feline meow you're disqualified and would be punished being excluded for the next year's competition.
8. Every aim on the gut, calves and armpit is 15 points (must be with a fist punch/ grab or finger thruster it would not count otherwise).
9. Bruises are also counted (1 point), in other cases: any teeth yanked off counts as 4.
Eyes (not preferable) 3 points.
Fingers (please don't) 6 points.
And any limbs (again, mayor Paul Theo won't pay for your hospital bills. Cautious.) 10 points.
10. You must sign the term and conditions agreeing you're aware of all the dangers you're putting yourself in and would not ask for legal action if you're severely injured (don't be a pussy), before festival date. The signature is obligatory or you will not be allowed to participate.
11. Once sixth round is over you must have atleast over 120 points gather up for the win. If both competitors have over that limited amount the competitor who has the highest count is declared winner.
However, if both competitors haven't pass the limit, they're both disqualified and will be called: tied losers until next year. (No one likes a tie you damn finger teaser).
In worse cases, a deceased competitor mid play would immediately disqualify you. If the competitor passes away after the ending round however, is automatic victory.
Eleven being the last rule, made him winced a little worrisome. This wasn't like the cow chase tournament they had in south park. This was beyond that.
What he did point out is that north parkers are VERY and when he says VERY, like goddamn! they're competitive. They don't like losing.
He bit his lip nervously as he was gesture to take a high up seat, sitting while seeing the crowd of people fill up empty seats.
Judge main attribute is to watch and declare winners, also having to count individually each players points, added his own judgment by rating each cat outfit which is important for the final counting.
He had the power to make a competitor lose if he felt like not giving a high score to their cat. Just like the power to make someone win even with a lower point count, he has unlimited points to give. And if he really dislikes the outfit he can take away max 15 points from a competitor.
So yeah, that was pretty sweet.
'You're already feeling yourself aren't you, fatass?'
"just a little... but could you blame me? Everyone is totally boned by the thought of overpowering someone, and I just have the opportunity to overpower anyone."
'That's more like it.. but don't over do it, lardass.'
"Jesus, can you give me a break already?"
'Not until you're back in South park; your real home with your real friends. We're I can keep an eye on you up closer.'
He rolled his eyes not bothering in answering back, spotting Jackson with the gang seating in some seats. Jackson spotted him right away and blew him a kiss. Which he subconsciously grabbed and blew another one back.
'God, you're so gay.'
The tournament began and everyone was riled up, it was a total massacre in and out of the cage, he was lucky being at top of it all. Seeing how aggressive the crowd of viewers were, he even notice his friends joined in the bashing. Unlike the competitors the audience could and can throw shit in, some tried aiming their gun to the competitor they hated the most others just shaked the cage in a rabid manner and some threw rocks with poor aiming.
It was quite a sight, a whole different display than what he was given firstly of the town.
"Wow," he said in an 'awe' admiring the chaos.
'Please, this would never get at a South park level'.
"C'mon, you can't tell me this isn't skewl?"
'Not even the slightest.'
"You're just saying that cause you're jealous."
'Sure~ being jealous over some people attempting to kill each other in a cage is so– exciting. If I wanted to watch that shit I could just see MMA for women on tv.'
"Okay you snarky jew, I get it, fuck. Nothing pleases you."
'I'm just stating facts, nothing beats south park.'
He grunted, reluctantly watching the whole tournament unfold, and eventually get to its end.
He was almost thrown a bucket of literal shit on because for the people's eyes his judgment wasn't going their way, not pleased by his choices. For his luck he had Jackson by his side during his performance, preventing any damages his way. Which he thought it was very warming and protective of him.
"You should give Eon a 10 pointer it'll definitely hit the rail for Jennebie," Jackson whispered in his ear, he could feel his malicious smirk against it.
So he followed through and did just that.
"Also hit Merry with a 5 pointer and let Harry have it with a 3," he continued almost in a sultry manner.
He looked his way, and sure enough it seem Jackson was turned on by pissing people off; he had dilated pupils and he was bitting his lip, moving back and forth frantically.
'He's literally manipulating you under your damn nose aren't you gonna do anything about it?'
He denied with his head not listening to Kyle and continued following his boyfriend instructions. It's not like he's whipped but he didn't mind pleasing him in some way.
He felt Jackson's hands slid next to his arms rubbing them lightly as he rested his head on his shoulder, sighing.
"Eric did I tell you how hot you look today?" He mustered nuzzling his nose against his neck warmly, "you drive me crazy."
He felt himself melt into Jackson's words, smiling dumbly as he saw how the competitors reacted by their scoring, feeling soothe by his touch and soft hair against his cheek.
He hummed as an answer, dazzlingly eyeing the crowd infront of him not caring much of the insults being sent his way.
"Mom, do you think I'm ready to have sex?" He asked his mother, now being back home.
His mom looked his way from the small kitchen practically part of the living room.
She moved her mouth as she was trying to articulate some words, seemingly startled, "uhhm.. well, I'm not sure poopsikins, do you feel ready?"
"I'm not sure either, but all my friends have done it," he shrugged not seemingly sure himself, "when was your first time?"
"Oof.." she exclaimed almost incredulous of how far that was, pouting her lips in thought, "probably when I was your age now that I think about."
"Wow. So does that mean I'm already late?"
"Ofcourse not sweetums," she chuckled, while smiling, "it's takes the right person at the right time."
"Did you do it with the right person, ma?" He asked genuinely curious.
"I did it with the coach of our volleyball team."
"Aye! That doesn't seem very ethical at all!"
"Technically I was learning something new, hon," she tried justifying herself with a light nervous tone to it, "anyways– why do you ask? Is that boyfriend of yours already wanting to escalate towards higher grounds?"
"Well.. not exactly, but it seemed like it!" He admitted, almost exasperated by the whole previous ordeal, "he seemed like he wanted something, he just.. didn't have the balls to tell me.
Even though it was obvious he was trying to hide it from me and he was all touchy too."
"Hmmm.." she looked at the ceiling, thinking carefully, "well it does seems quite suspicious, but you shouldn't get to that type of conclusions yet."
"Why?"
"Because then he'll think you're desperate."
"Really!?" He exclaimed almost nervously, eyes widen by the possibility.
He went to his room after eating dinner and briefly remembering the underwear gnome he and Stan hid in a cooler from a previous episode of theirs while he made an extra sandwich cause he was starving to death and the diet he had set himself off with wasn't it for him. Worrisome of looking like a desperate horny dog to Jackson, that was far what he wanted to give.
He layyed down sighing exhausted, remembering the passionate kisses Jackson gave him before entering his building, backing him against a wall and making out for a couple of minutes before reluctantly drifting ways.
He bit his lip just thinking the possibility of Jackson wanting more than just kisses, gulping nervously as he lightly yanked the collar of his shirt feeling a immense tightness around his neck, sucking in some air.
He took out his phone and texted Butters about his other worry that has also been eating him alive all day. The previous event made him realize how much he missed his little feline friend.
Butters (+1 ***-***-****) 📞
[Inbox✉]
'Butters, make sure Mr. Kitty is well fed or I'll hunt you down and chop you into bits you hear me!'
'No need to worry about it, Eric👌🏼
I'm already making sure your furr baby is alright'
'Please don't call it a furr baby, dude. That's gay as fuck'
'Butters?' He reluctantly added.
'Yeah?'
'If I we're to never come back.. would you miss me?'
'Why golly, Eric. Ofcourse I will, we're best pals!'
'I fell like you're bullshittin me rn just to make me feel better'
'Are you feeling under the weather again?'
He pinch himself, Butters could right outta the bat tell when somethings bothering him even through text.
'Maybe..'
'Do you know if any of the guys have been.. not that I care or anything! But, do they seem to miss me or something?'
'Typing..'
Butters kept writing but it seemed he stopped a couple of times before continuing writing again as if he was contemplating his reply and erasing it back and forth.
Finally after like a minute, he sent a bible looking message.
'This is what I've seen so FAR, it's not accurate so please don't take it as seriously, alright?:)
I've seen Stan and Kyle being the ones least affected by your absence, ofcourse that was just the first few days.
Stan seems to be taking it all pretty lightly but I do see him getting bored easily and shoving his face in junk food all day (probably not you related) but still, it's kinda unlike him yk.
Kyle on the other hand.. well, yk how pissy he gets. It's kinda hard to tell what's in his mind when all he shows is anger. But he does seem to be in denial of you actually staying in north park for too long, he thinks you're scheming something (Which isn't entirely untrue but he doesn't know that) and you already knew that.
Kenny, I already told you. He wasn't taking it well, but he's gotten better since your last call.
And well, to summarize it all, it does seem to put affect in some way for them. So I do think they miss you, Eric.
You guys don't really have the best way in showing it'
'That's useless dunk garbage, I could've guess that myself, dumbass.
But thanks.. I guess'
'Anytime n.n'
'Eric.'
'What?'
'What the hell is dunk garbage suppose to mean?'
He sighed, placing his phone in his lamp stand, covering himself in his covers.
'Are you finally gonna admit you're homesick, dickface?'
"Fuck you, I am not," huffing annoyed, he tossed himself to his other side, "I just miss Mr kitty that's all."
'Mhm, sure, Cartman'
"Tee hee~ tee hee hee~" he heard from the end of his bed, he snapped back up in shock, glancing at that little well familiar devil.
'Oh great'
"The fuck!? I thought I had got rid of you already!"
"Tee hee~ is this how you welcome your little bundle of joy after years of not seeing each other?"
"Fuck you, dude! I don't want nothing to do with you anymore. I'm not a little kid anymore, this is totally lame now," he hissed hiding half his face under the covers, feeling frustratingly embarrassed, "so uncool.."
"So you rather replace me for a gay inner monologue of your gay little friend?" Cupid sneered, approaching him.
'Fuck you, asshole!'
"Up yours, Kyle!" The little creature snap back almost bitterly, now changing his tone to a sweeter one, "Eric we use to be the best of friends! Setting people up with their true love it was so much fun!"
"Yeah, but acting like cupid is a 2016 thing, get over it already. It's sooo totally lame."
Cupid me sighed in disbelief and disapproval, "preteens I swear~" he rolled his eyes annoyed before continuing, "look, Eric. I'm here not exactly to set anyone up.
I'm here to make you realize the real you tee hee~"
"The real me?"
"Uhuh," he nodded beaming wide, "you're so in denial of your true feelings I'm starting to feel pity over you~" he swirled around in circles playfully.
"Aye!"
"But don't worry! That's why I'm here! To open your eyes~"
"To what?"
"Being in love with Jackson ofcourse! Tee hee hee~!"
"WHAT!? NUH-UH! you're bullshittin me right now! I don't like Jackson, I just think he's neat and cool!"
"That's being a complete gayway, cupcake~"
'I must admit just this once that the ugly goblin has a point'
He heard cupid me huffed by the name, but he couldn't give a rats ass about it, "Shut the fuck up, Kahal! And shut the fuck up cupid me! I DO NOT like Jackson!"
"Yes you do~"
"Nuh-uh!"
"Yuh-huh~"
"NO!" Panic began rising in him, shoving harshly the little creature to the wall running inside his closet with his hands covering his ears closing the door with a loud slam.
'Sweet, can you do that again?' He heard Kyle say referring about how he had shoved cupid me in a furious attempt to get him away.
He ignored him once more, squinting his eyes shut dismissively shaking his head frantically. Hearing cupid me rise above with angry noises and the flapping of his wings echoing the room in a loud attempt to threatened him.
"That does it, Eric," Cupid me spoke tirelessly behind the door, his sweet tone long gone replacing for a more menacingly one, "I've been very nice and have forgiven you countless times of how you've mistreated me!
Now come out of the closet right now, were gonna speak like real men!" He slammed harshly the door attempting to turn the handle but his little hands couldn't grasp it entirely making it almost impossible.
"No! Leave me alone!"
'C'mon cupid me, leave him alone already. You can't force it either' he heard Kyle try to reason with it in his defense, but Cupid me was way stubborn to let things slide easily.
"Shut up, Kyle, I don't want to hear anymore of those gay little speeches of yours! This is between me and him," Cupid me kept on slamming the door, even trying to budge in with his body, "come outta the closet right now, Eric!
You can't hide yourself in there forever."
"Just you watch!" He cried out, feeling tears fall down his cheeks, sucking harshly some air. He's never felt this scared in his life, feeling how small and suffocating the small space being, sobbing and holding himself for dear life as he hugged his legs hiding his face.
There was a immediate silence, he wanted to take a peek and make sure cupid me was long gone, but he stopped before placing his hand on the door.
'Don't be stupid. He could be acting like he isn't there to make you come out, he isn't called a creepy little shit for no reason'
He nodded, gulping nervously, as Kyle was indeed right. Cupid me wasn't to be mess with, he was calculated, cunning and coldly accurate, he knew his ways to get him, and he hated having let that little shit capable of making him feel this vulnerable.
He rocked himself back and forth in attempt to calm his nerves, but it didn't help in the slightest.
'Breathe, asswipe, you don't want to pass out either'
He squinted his eyes even harder, sucking in some air and letting it out, in and out.
'1–
Breathe in, exhale..
2-
Breathe in, exhale..
3– '
His breathing began to take a slower pace, Kyle's voice soothed him like no other but he was immediately tense back up by the sounds of a chainsaw.
Oh god, no.
He trembled trying to back further away but there was no more end to it. He looked fearsome at the door being torn apart and a crazy cupid me smirking menacingly poke inside.
"Oh, Eric~ come out from the closet, dear~" he sang, finally demolishing the door to it's entirety.
Cupid me gripped him from his shirt yanking him out and with a loud thump he shoved him to the floor, he whimpered trying to reach his bed and try shielding himself under it but Cupid me dragged him by the legs. Sobbing uncontrollably he was left no choice but to look into his eyes.
"Eric, I'm not trying to hurt you.. but you have to listen to me. You're in love with Jackson."
And with that, cupid me pointed a arrow at him, "this is for your own good, be happy and be as gay as you can possibly be tee hee~!" Finally releasing the arrow and knocking him out dead with a hit.
°°°°
He gasped wide awake, looking at his sweaty hands and seemingly back in bed. He looked around and cupid me was no longer in sight.
'Morning gay bitch'
Just Kyle, but that wasn't anything new for him.
He sighed feeling slightly better, "Morning.."
'Sleep well, fatass?'
"Slept like ass, but I do feel slightly better," and with that, he got out of bed and went to the bathroom to brush his teeth.
He had noticed it seemed to be quite earlier than usual his mother was still in bed, so he quietly walked passed her room to not disturb her.
Since when has that ever matter to him?
He made himself breakfast not bothering on waking up his mother, and soon after headed outside to meet up with his friends. They had agreed on hanging out for today at the skaters park.
Waving hello as he saw both Hershey and Stewart already sitting in some stairs waiting for the remaining members.
"Morning!"
"What's got you all smile and rainbows?" Stewart asked with a smile, arching a brow confused.
"Nothing, I just feel good you know," he shrugged, sitting in the spot next to him.
"You did a great job as judge, dog park," Hershey added, now sitting with his legs cross infront of them, mindlessly sliding his board from side to side.
"Thanks."
After a few minutes of chit chatting Jackson had finally arrived, eyes widen in surprise as he notice him, planting a kiss right away on his lips.
"Morning, baby nuts. Didn't think you'd be here this early," he gave a hand five to Stewart and a peace sign to Hershey before sitting down, "normally you're the last to arrive."
"I thought you'd be happier to see me~" he teased with a smirk.
"I'm always happy to see you."
His heart skipped a few beat smiling wide and his face felt heated.
"Damn, motherfuckers. Get a room," Stewart added with not much malice into it, taking out a small bag from his pocket of his baggy ass black pants.
"What the fuck is that?" He asked, curiously eyeing what it seems to be a couple of joints.
"Never tried a joint before, fatboy?"
He denied, he thought those shit were for pussies; poor people like Kenny and hippies, definitely for hippies. Goddamn how he hated hippies.
"Damn why didn't you say so!" He exclaimed baffled, his other two friends also looked distraught his way, "here," he passed him a joint but he hesitantly look at it.
There wasn't anything relatively good in those things, he's only gotten bad experiences just being near them. Being his mother a crackhead herself or seeing Kenny get himself high with paint for substituting it; even if he had countless times told him he should just stick with the joints instead of huffing paint like some crazy junkie. He also witnessed dumb highschoolers making themselves look like cringe looking fools being all high and shit promising himself he'll never be like them.
"What? Scared?" Stewart asked, taunting moving the joint in hand with a sly smirk.
And Jackson eyed him with a intense look, interest peeking his way.
'Don't do it, asshole'
He snatched that joint quicker than dashing off in a hurry when he hear the microwave announce with a beep that his hotpocket was ready.
Huffing a deep bunch, coughing loudly as it hit his throat awfully while his friends laughed by the first attempt.
"Killer.." he mustered out, feeling how the substance was already hitting him bad.
He was starting to feel a lot lighter since, also losing appetite and replacing his food with joints. Luckily his mother seem to not mind it much, as she view it being a phase of his now that's he's hitting adolescent anytime soon.
He layyed down, puffing some more of the weed given, turning on the tv lazily.
He laughed incredulous at the big companies that claim being precautious of the environment and safety of the children.
And he bashed on people who show any ounce of hatred towards animals.
Who do they think they are? This world is supposed to be freedom, we're all animals living in the same globe managed and ruled by arrogant men who play god.
Who can say who's to command the world? Just cause they speak and are highly intelligent than most animals there.
Someone should do something about it, go against this corrupted government and protest for the right of change and liberty.
He huffed another hit, before resting deeply his head against a cushion and doing absolutely nothing about it taking out his phone and putting on so music to avoid any mindless thinking.
His eyes widen in realization, "MOOOOOOOM," he screamed out loud in a scare.
°°°°
"Ah, I see," the doctor hummed, as he eyed his eyes with a small flashlight, "you're developing pussie-itis." He concluded.
"Oh my," he heard his mother gasped in surprise.
"What's that?" He asked confused.
"It only occurs to outsiders," he explained, placing back his flashlight in his coat, "it's a condition that could lead to severe head trauma being cause by being homesick or being expose for too long on a diffrent environment far different from your previous living."
"Nuh-uh! I'm not home sick!"
"This is serious, you could turn into a giant pussy."
He gasped by the revelation, covering his mouth.
"Is there any way to prevent that happening, doctor?," his mother asked concerning.
"Well, I could prescribe some medicine. But that still can't guarantee some changes in your son, Ms Cartman."
Being prescribe meds was super lame, but he had no choice into taking them.
However after a few days he got tired and decided to skip a few times and lastly shoving the pills inside a drawer completely forgetting about them as he venture with his friends doing whatever crappy shit hit their way.
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#south park#eric cartman#kyle brovlofski#stan marsh#kenny mccormick#kyman#sp kyman#'what's up with the fatass?' fic#my small headcanon is that once Cartman grows older#he develops this voice monolog being Kyle#kyle is his voice of reason but he is also his inner demon#this is also his way to somehow blame his actions to Kyle instead of himself#also wanted to add that in post covid Cartman had turn jewish so i thought it'd be funny if#now that he's outta south park he'd also turn into a hippie another thing he claimed to hate#i thought it'd be funny af#btw if its not made clear by this point Cartman's brainwashed! just like when Kenny was brainwashed by purity rings#you wouldn't be bffs if you atleast once haven't been brainwashed by being put in a cultural approval environment :D✌🏼
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