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ursa-tan · 1 year

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That wasn't very heroic

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Kenny McCormick x Fem!Reader

Kenny is on the run from the cops and needs a safe place to hide, so he chooses a house and breaks in. Little does he know, the occupant is still awake... But surprisingly, she isn't too upset to see him

Kenny can feel the snow crunching under his feet as he runs, fresh and crisp, compressing with each footfall. The sirens wail in the distance, slowly growing quieter as he continues to run – the flashing blue and red lights fade in time. He needs a safe house and he needs one fast.

The thought of a house right on the edge of town pops up. It’s a small place, if he remembers correctly, with two people inside at most. Maybe the police would check there first, have a single smart thought between them and check the most out of the way house.

Doesn’t matter, not as Kenny approaches the house. None of the lights are on, but one of the second story windows is cracked open ever so slightly. If it isn’t locked in position, then there’s just enough room for him to slip his fingers under the window and crack it open the rest of the way. If it is locked, then… Well, Kenny’s never had a problem with a little bit of property damage.

Finally reaching the side of the building, he begins to scale the brick. Wall running has never been a problem for him, especially not after years of practice. There is a hole in a brick about halfway up between the first story and second story. This makes it easy for Kenny, giving the chance to practically launch himself off a lower window ledge and use the hole to hoist himself the rest of the way up.

Luckily for him, the window isn’t locked in position – in fact, it slides open incredibly easily. So easy actually that it nearly makes Kenny lose his balance and topple backwards. He manages to recover at the last second, digging his nails into the wooden frames though his gloves. It hurts, tugging slightly at his fingertips, but its enough purchase for him to pull his body forwards and tumble into the room.

After the tumble, he finds himself splayed out on his back, arms and legs outstretched in a starfish position. He’s laying on top of a fluffy rug, a large round shaggy rug that’s tucked partially under the foot of a bed. It’s a sweet cherry blossom pink colour, slightly faded from sun bleaching, making it closer to white.

He sits up, rubbing the back of his head from here he had smacked it upon landing. The room is bathed in a soft yellow tinged light, making it feel warm. A sweet scent is also lingering in the air, a mixture of vanilla and cinnamon. It only takes Kenny a second to see that the smell is coming from a nearly burnt down candle shaped like an anatomically correct heart.

There’s a door to the left, positioned right next to a desk with paper strewn about. Soft rock music is thumping gently behind the door. Kenny doesn’t pay attention to it however, instead choosing to haul himself up and investigate the desk.

The paper looks like it was ripped straight from a sketch book. Its nice and thick and has a textured feel to it that’s noticeable even through Kenny’s gloves. There are many half-done and crossed out sketches all over the paper, ranging anywhere from furniture to still lives. A small leather-bound sketch books catches Kenny’s eye, however, as its partially tucked away. Whoever it belongs to had obviously attempted to hide it.

He takes a moment, pulling out the rolling desk chair and sliding into it, picking up the book and turning it over in his hands for a few seconds. He brings it to his nose, taking a deep inhale – an earthy smell takes the place of the sweet one from just moments earlier. He holds the book close to his face for a second before letting it drop, exhaling and turning the book the right way around in his hands again. He can tell its bound in real leather.

Just as he pulls the cord from around the book, cracking it, the door next to the desk shifts open. The soft rock plays a lot clearer now, accompanied by the mumble singing of a young woman. She has a towel wrapped around her hair, keeping it up and out of her face.

She doesn’t notice him at first, walking out of the en suite bathroom and over to her bed. She shuffles around in the sheets for a second, looking for something Kenny is unaware of. It takes a second before she stands back up again, holding a hair brush in her right hand and using her left to smooth out her sheets again.

When she turns around, Kenny is sure that – for a second at least – that she doesn’t see him. But she does. And she screams. Not any words, just a short, sharp, terrified scream. To punctuate it, she throws the hair brush at him. It doesn’t hit, however, instead smacking into the wall quite a bit to the left of his head before clattering to the floor.

“You done?” Kenny rasps out, making sure to put on his Mysterion voice in order to keep up with the bit.

She takes a deep breath, standing up properly and dusting something off of her pyjamas that isn’t actually there. Her eyes narrow as she stares at him, scanning over him. They freeze for a second, staring into his eyes before she sighs, relaxing.

“Why are you in my room?” It’s a reasonable question really, but Kenny is still offended that she didn’t get at least a little excited to see a superhero in her room.

“Running from the cops, needed a place to lay low for a little before heading home,” He keeps his voice monotone as he talks. “Can’t risk someone finding out who I am.”

“What did you do to make the cops chase you?”

“What’s with all the questions?”

“Answer or I’ll call the cops.”

“Ok!” He holds his hands up in surrender, facing his palms towards her as a sign of defeat. “Cops just don’t tend to like it when you stick your nose in their business… Or solve their crimes for them… Repeatedly… By beating people up… So, when they saw me, they decided to chase me, that enough information?”

“I guess it’ll do.” She crosses her arms, cocking her hip a little. Her eyes don’t move from him for a few seconds. But then they flit down to the small book in his hands and bulge out of her head ever so slightly. “Give me my book.”

“This one?” He holds it up, smirk coming across his face as he stands. “The leather-bound book?” He holds it in his right hand, pointing to it with his left.

“No, the one behind you – Yes that one!” She storms over, even thought its only a few steps, and reaches for it.

Kenny holds it away from her, pushing his arm behind him as she goes for it. He can’t help but giggle at her frustration as she attempts to reach around him for it. He just passes it into his other hand, holding it in front of himself as she circles around him.

“Don’t you want it?” He finds himself suppressing laughter as she practically growls, desperately trying to grab the book.

“Yes! Of course I want it!” She goes to snatch it but he moves his arm too quickly, holding it above his head.

She grumbles, standing in front of him and staring up at the book. A second of silence passes before she places a hand on his chest and bends her legs slightly. Kenny immediately knows what she’s about to do but doesn’t have time to react as she jumps. She managed to snag the book, gripping it between her finger and pulling it back from him as she comes back down.

As soon as she’s back on the ground, she’s stepping away and turning her back to him. Kenny can’t help but take a few steps forwards and peer over her shoulder as she flips through the book. He’s shocked to see that the book is full of sketches from people around town. He recognises a few faces, mainly that of Wendy and Bebe just going about their days. It’s not till he sees his own face, mostly covered by his signature orange parker, that he gasps. She jumps forwards upon hearing it, turning around to glare at him.

“What are you doing?” She growls, snapping the book shut and holding it close to her chest.

“I was just seeing what was in the book… You’re a pretty good artist,” he speaks with amazement, eyes shining slightly.

“I… oh, well, thank you,” She mumbles, face flushing red for a few seconds before she clears her throat and stands up straight.

“You draw a lot of people?” Kenny finds himself genuinely interested, especially considering that he can barely remember seeing the girl in front of him anywhere around school.

“Yeah... Normally just my friends, but sometimes other people too. I don’t want to come off as creepy though, so I try to refrain,” She sighs, looking down at the book in her hands.

“Why don’t you draw me?” He chuckles, mostly joking but still backing up to the desk chair from earlier. Sitting himself down, getting as comfortable as he can while also striking a mockingly mysterious pose – the sort of thing you would see in a bad superhero movie.

She giggles slightly, sitting on her bed and tucking her legs up under her, crossing them. There’s a pencil on the nightstand that she picks up, flipping open her sketch book and immediately beginning to sketch.

“Don’t move, I want to get this right,” she laughs, eyes flickering between the page she’s working on and his form.

“So, I never caught it, what’s your name?”

“You never asked, but it’s (Y/n).” She looks up from her book for a second, stopping her sketch for a momentarily to smile at him. Kenny can’t help but feel heat rise to his face, flushing it a light pink. “Now stay still, that includes talking.”

Kenny chuckles at the words, settling in for however long this is going to take. He can feel his muscles start to ache after a while. He has to resist the temptation to get up and stretch, to shake his muscles out. But looking at (Y/n)’s face, seeing the sparkle of concentration in her eyes as she sketches, watching her tilt her head ever so slightly as she continues, pushes him to continue.

Neither of them can tell how long passes before (Y/n) finally looks up, rolling her neck to make it crack. She places the pencil on top of the open sketch book, resting them both on the bed, and looks up at Kenny.

Kenny can see the sketch, its amazingly done. The proportioning and anatomy looks just right, along with the shadows – yet he can’t really say anything, its not like he knows much of anything about art.

“So, what are you gonna do now?” (Y/n) speaks up, breaking his trance and tearing his eyes away from the book. He settles on her face, observing her carefully.

“Well… I think its safe to head back so…” He doesn’t finish his sentence, there’s a part of him that doesn’t want to.

“That’s fair,” she trails off halfway through her sentence, moving to fiddle with the leather cord of the book, “ I should probably be going to bed.”

There are no further words exchanged, only Kenny watching (Y/n) fold the cover back over the book and place it back on her bedside table. She smiles softly at him and he can see something almost sad in her eyes. But he knows he has to go – and so he does.

Slipping out the way he came in, prying open the window with much more tenderness this time. It feels like a much farther way down than it was coming up, but that’s never stopped him before. Hanging from the window ledge by his fingertips, Kenny looks inside to say goodbye to (Y/n). Her eyes are acutely focused on his, watching his every movement, everything down to the way he breathes.

He finds that his tongue it thick in this throat, glued to the roof of his mouth, unmoving. Kenny can’t say anything despite the fact that he wants to so badly. So, in leu of speaking, he raises one hand in a half wave and then drops from the window ledge.

The snow partially breaks the fall when he hits the ground, giving way under his body – but not by much. He knows his knees are going to hurt in the morning. However, if (Y/n) thought that he looked cool, then it will have been worth it.

He turns on his heals, breaking into a fast jog back to his house, intending to get at least a little sleep before tomorrow. Unfortunately, he turns and runs so quickly that he doesn’t notice (Y/n) come to the window to check for him.

By the time the next day rolls around, Kenny is already finding himself regretting dropping from a second story without rolling when he hit the ground. So much so he’s considering stepping out in front of the school bus as it pulls up so he can start the day anew.

“Hey dude.” Stan looks dead when he walks up, tired eyes and dishevelled hair. He stops next to Kenny, waiting at the bus stop.

“Hey!” Kenny’s voice is muffled and hard to make out, but to his friend who’s known him for most of his life, its not a problem in the slightest. “You look dead, what’s up?”

“Friend of mine called me last night to gush about the fact that Mysterion was in her house, wouldn’t shut up about it for hours… Went to bed at three in the morning,” He grumbles, hand coming up to pick some crust out of the corner of his eye as he speaks.

“Huh.” Kenny has to supress his surprise at the fact that Stan knows who (Y/n) is – let alone knows her well enough to stay up all night talking.

“She’s a massive Mysterion fan girl, even has one of those old t-shirts from ‘coon and friends’. Doesn’t wear it though, with it being a slur and all.” He looks down at the snow, kicking at a rock on the side of the road.

“Who’s your friend?” Kenny is carefully racking his mind to see if Stan has ever mentioned her before, to see if it’s appropriate to ask about her by name.

“A girl in our science class, (Y/n). We were assigned lab partners at the start of the year, she’s pretty cool.” He doesn’t really elaborate much more, tired eyes struggling to stay open.

Kyle arrives just moments before the bus, scurrying on and tracking snow in behind him. The driver shouts, but Kyle mumbles something and slides into the seat next to Kenny. However, Kenny isn’t paying attention at all – rather, he’s staring at Stan, who’s leaning over the back of the seat across the isle and talking to (Y/n).

Her face lights up as she talks to him, a beaming smile plastered on beside twinkling eyes. He can hear the faint sound of her laughter over the noise of the bus, laughing at Stan’s jokes. Jealousy rises in Kenny’s chest at the sight; he wants to be there, in Stan’s position, making her laugh, watching her smile so close up.

He takes his time when the bus finally stops, lingering behind while everyone else gets off the bus. (Y/n) is also taking her time, still chattering away with Stan. Well, she’s more chattering at Stan while he nods along, smiling through the sleepiness. He can’t take the feeling anymore, walking over to the pair and waiving.

“You gonna introduce me man?” Kenny places his hands in his pockets, smiling over at (Y/n). “There’s something familiar about you, have we met before?” He knows it might blow his cover but he just can’t help it. There’s something about her that makes him desperate to know more.

“Can’t say we have, I’m (Y/n), pleasure to meet you,” She speaks with a smile, holding out her hand as she does. Kenny grasps it, feeling how his hand wraps almost entirely around hers, and shakes.

“Pleasures all mine.”

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d34dg1rl5 · 2 years

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Teenager! Kenny McCormick Headcanons!

💀 Kenny smokes, drinks and does a lot of drugs. He knows it's not good for him, but he is immortal, so he doesn't care.

💀 He doesn't do any sports but he is still kinda ripped. Which caused some girls to have a big big crush on him. But he wasn't interested.

💀 He is still a really big pervert, but believe me when I tell you that he is still a virgin! He had a lot of girlfriends in the past but he never did anything past kissing.

💀 He is the first one to get his drivers license! He owns a small used Pick Up Truck, which he bought with the money he saved all the time.

💀 He likes to go on night drives and stops the car at quiet places where he can watch the stars and just be at peace.

#kenny mccormick #headcanons #south park imagines #south park #kenny mccormick fluff #mysterion #kenny south park

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kira-broflovski · 1 year

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kenny mccormick hcs: having a gf that loves kissing him

NOTE: i wasn't sure if you wanted hcs or a whole fic, so I made it hcs, if you want a certain part to be a fic let me know bc i fckn love kenny too :>

slightly steamy part at the end ;))

you love kissing him and he is so here for it.

he LOVES physical touch, so any of that good physical affection you give him makes him melt.

it's gotten to the point where he's cranky if he doesn't get them for a while: it's the first thing that happens when he wakes up, and the last thing before he sleeps.

you always make sure to pass him in the halls between classes to make sure you can give him a little kiss so he gets through the class.

if he's hanging out with his friends, Kenny will of course invite you. if you stay around you can give him all the kisses to your hearts desire. but if you can't stay long you come over to drop off some food you made for the 4 of them and kiss kenny.

^^ resulting in the others absolutely loving you, which would 100% make kenny jealous.

how to stop him from getting jealous? kiss him ofc!!

obviously, kissing him is never a problem considering you love to give him that affection he craves.

most of the time, your kisses will leave him wanting more so he'll have to pull you back for more.

^^ i'm sure that would lead to a lot of makeout sessions

seeing your flushed face and slightly swollen lips makes him proud of himself, especially if it was in front of someone that was trying to get with either of you.

most of the time, however, you'll just kiss him for no reason. other than the fact you just wanted to.

if he's feeling particularly needy, he will literally stop what he's doing and make you give him more kisses. he doesn't even care if it's front of his friends that may or may not make fun of him later.

you'll just cheer him back up with kisses when he got back.

i imagine so much affection will also make him quite,, hormonal

"More." He breathed out, to which you happily obliged. You continued to kiss various spots on his face, before he cupped your cheeks and kissed you deeply on the lips again and again.

Both of your hands roaming each other's bodies, just got his poor heart racing. Your kisses may easily soothe him, but they also easily turn him on.

"Y/N, you're driving me crazy." He whined.

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jewbeloved · 1 year

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Could you do Craig, Kyle and Kenny with s/o that has terrible memory like their s/o constantly forgets what they were just saying 🤩🙏

Craig, Kyle, and Kenny with a s/o who has terrible memory 😵‍💫🖤🧭

Warnings: I have no clue what to put as a warning.

Gender: Neutral

💙 Craig Tucker 🐹

He doesn't mind it and he is very patient with you whenever you're trying to remember what you were talking about before.

He will stand there for hours and hours giving you all the time you need to remember, my guy is loyal.

He will also be there to help you get back on track if you actually forget what you were talking about before.

"It's okay (Name), just take your time I'll wait".

If guinea pigs could bite really hard, then Craig wouldn't mind letting Stripe bite those who make fun of you for having terrible memory.

If your memory loss is a habit, Craig will help you get rid of it. But If you had it ever since, then Craig will support and comfort through it. You won't have to deal with this by yourself if Craig is around☺️💙💙💙

💚 Kyle Broflovski 🍀

Kyle doesn't mind it either like Craig, but if you both are discussing something important and you forget what you were discussing, then he might be a little annoyed at you for that. But that annoyance goes away after a minute don't worry.

Kyle will also help you get rid of your memory loss if it's a habit, there are cons when it comes to memory loss better to be safe then sorry.

Someone making fun of you for having terrible memory? All Kyle sees is rage and anger towards the person making fun of you.

You better hold this boy back before the person gets sent to the infirmary.

Can you really blame him for beating up the person though? They were making fun of you and thinking they won't have terrible memory anytime soon, what goes around comes around.

Kyle will defend his s/o from anyone who tries to hurt them.💚💚💚💚💚💚

🧡 Kenny Mccormick 🐁

Kenny will also help you get back on track with what you were saying, but sometimes he might not be able to help you if he wasn't paying attention to what you were saying or talking about.

If he has to put himself in between you and the person who is mocking or making fun of you in general, he will certainly do so and have no problems with it.

What makes this person think they can just come outta nowhere and mock you for having terrible memory and think they're hot shit for doing so?? Not on Kenny's watch, they aren't getting off the hook.

Kenny has patience when you're trying to figure what you were saying before you lost track. But if your thinking goes on for way too long then Kenny will step up and correct you back on track. That is...if you're okay with him butting in.

Feeling insecure about having terrible memory? Kenny's affection and comfort will help fix that.🧡🧡🧡🧡

I have bad memory sometimes but I don't know if that has something to do with my ADHD or not.

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kwnnys · 1 year

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— kyle, eric, & kenny w a dirty minded reader (platonic) !

hcs : g/n reader a/n : this idea was haunting my mind and I js had to write it 😓😓 also I originally wanted to add stan but I had no ideas for him sorry 😭😭 warning(s) : nsfw mentions

— kyle broflovski

DUDE IS TIRED OF YOUR SHIT.

you and cartman are the reason why hes this close to going insane

you love bothering him with silly jokes that make his face as red as his hair, bursting out laughing as he pinches the bridge of his nose

especially in public. you two would be sitting beside each other in the assembly hall when you randomly get a dirty thought. grinning evilly as you whisper said thought in the gingers ear.

his head will immediately cock towards you and he'll give you the most DISGUTING and STANKIEST expression known to man.

you only laugh it off.

you also like to bother him with 'does the carpet match the drapes?' questions, to which he always refuses to answer.

physically gags whenever he sees you staring at some person all drooly.

you draw dicks on his homework when he isn't looking. in pen.

— eric cartman

one of the few people that actually tolerates your shitty humor.

he snorts at most of your jokes, and he considers you as his 3rd best friend after butters and kenny.

you two like tag teaming against stan and kyle whenever they get TOO close, much to the disappointment of the duo.

"I love you, kyle" "I love you too, dude" "jesus, why don't you two go and makeout at this point." "yeah, grind on each others dick while you're at it!"

usually ignores you when your gawking at some hot person, but occasionally tells you to shut up.

he does get annoyed sometimes when you're restless and joke around too much for one day.

HATESS whenever you make jokes about his mom. will literally throw hands and tell on you.

calls you a horny virgin

used to rip on you 24/7 till you 'jokingly' said you were into it.

— kenny mccormick

the most iconic duo ever.

the only person that understands you and your dirty mind 😞

you guys CONSTANTLY ogle at random hot people, whispering and giggling to each other as said person just stares at you two in concern.

you both also exchange playboy magazines all the time. and you two are hella sketchy when doing so.

"got the goods, ken?" "yeah, got it right here"

the group thought you were doing drugs at first tbh.

you and kenny are always fueling dumb ideas and questions into each others minds

you two are also each others wingman/wingwoman 🤝

you guys made a pact a few years ago that if at 35 you were both still single, you'd get married

jokes about who has the bigger dick constantly (even funnier if you're afab)

kenny is probably the kind of guy to moan randomly during class, you both think its the funniest shit ever.

you guys like to buy flavored lube and rate it. probably also fed it to cartman once telling him it was some candy.

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lumnries · 1 year

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┆．pairings main 4 x gn reader

┆．synopsis matching w him!!!!

┆．cw cussing

✉️ … i’m back w another one!!!! my reqs are still open :3 FOR MY CURRENT REQS, I’M DOING YOURS WHEN I WAKE UP 😁😁 they're aged up here as usual

stan ⊹ matching earrings

OKAY HE’S A BIT CONFUSED. he’s heard of people matching things, but when you suggest it he’s all ???

he definitely lets you pick what you want to match. since you did ask him first, he may as well let you decide what you want. & when you finally picked something out, he was kinda stunned. like ohmygod EARRINGS??? 😦😦😦 he thought you meant something more simple, like keychains but it’s not like he’s complaining

HE’S SO HAPPY WHEN YOU GUYS GO OUT AND WEAR THEM. he never takes them off, like ever.

“stan, do you like this one?” his gaze turns to the earring you’re holding. he briefly looks at it before nodding and quickly muttering a yes. “okay! i’ll buy it.” he panics as you take out your wallet, not wanting you to spend your money. “how about i pay for it? i may as well buy it since you were the one who thought of it.” you let out a snicker as you smile at him. “you always pay for our dates. let me repay you by this.” he sighs, murmuring something about you not needing to repay anything. he decides to let it go, knowing he couldn’t convince you.

kyle ⊹ matching keychains

LISTEN, HE PROBABLY THOUGHT OF GETTING MATCHING KEYCHAINS FOR THE BOTH OF YOU WHEN HE WAS RANDOMLY SCROLLING THROUGH HIS PHONE.

at first he wonders what you’d want, however he’d probably just go for the most common choice. why? because he does NOT care wtf you guys get as long as it’s something you’d like ‼️‼️

today, you were gonna meet up with your boyfriend, kyle. since it was the weekends, you guys planned to do a study date at his house. he told you he’d help you with your homework, but just now, he texted you to tell you that he had a surprise. saying you were excited was an understatement. currently, you’re in your boyfriends room. he welcomes you in, as he tells you to take a sit on his bed. he then takes out two keychains that had the design of both your favorite animals. he hands his to you. “i saw something yesterday, & bought these for the both of us. you have mine, i have yours. now we have something to remind us of each other.” you can’t help but grin at the boy, and give him a kiss in the cheek.

cartman ⊹ matching pjs

he just saw some cute pjs and instantly bought it thinking abt u 🙏

IT EITHER HAS THE DUMBEST OR PLAINEST DESIGN.

HE DEF VISITS YOU RANDOMLY JUST TO SEE YOU WEARING IT. he wants to make sure you like it 😭😭

“CARTMAN, WHAT THE FUCK.” you’re dumbfounded, seeing your boyfriend outside your window. it was 1 in the morning, and he was out here with just his pajamas. you went out with a jacket in your hand, worried. you’re now outside only to be met with his satisfied expression. you put the jacket on him & smack him, to which he groans at. “what was that for??? i just wanted to see you.” you sigh, knowing he meant well but couldn’t help but worry. “you know, i’m fine with you visiting me but at least try taking of yourself. you could’ve gotten a cold…” he whines, but understands your concern. “fine, not because i’m listening to you but because i don’t wanna get sick and miss my classes with you again.” he looks away. you laugh at his antics only to receive a glare. “my bad. but why’re you here at one? is it something important?” he smirks. “of course, i had to see if you were wearing my gift.” you stare for a moment before you cackle. you whisper a low of course before inviting him in to sleep with you for the night, not wanting him to be troubled by the algid air.

kenny ⊹ matching lego sets

GUYS. LISTEN. i saw these rlly cute lego sets on pinterest & was like “omg this is perfect” BECAUSE THEY’RE SO CUTE

anyways, you probably buy them because you were originally looking for a gift to give karen but the moment you saw the set you just knew you HAD to buy it.

HE WAS SURPRISED, LIKE YOU GOT ME A GIFT TOO??? he was straight up crying happy tears like u’re so thoughtful 🙁🙁

“well, i’m just glad your sister liked the gift. we should take her out next time.” you say to the blonde boy. he nods, seemingly lost in thought. “ken? you good?” you ask. the male jerks his head to look at you and apologizes. “you know you can tell me anything.” you reassure him as he laughs. confused, you open your mouth to speak but he cuts you off. “no, i’m just curious why there’s still something in the bag.” he points to the said object. “oh! wait a moment.” you get up & take the bag as you walk back to kenny to hand him the bag. he’s confused for a moment before he checks the inside and sees two lego boxes. “what do you think?” you watch him as you wait for a reaction, and you see his beaming smile. he turns to you & hugs you as he thanks you over and over for getting him a gift.

#☒ ⠀fluff #south park x reader #stan marsh x reader #kyle broflovski x reader #eric cartman x reader #kenny mccormick x reader #x reader #gn reader

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noirvette · 1 year

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main 3! gaming headcanons!!

i missed kennys birthday because of my college classes wtf happy belated bday to kenny

a little off topic for the post but ive been playing around with the idea of making a band smau (after hours by 777bambi is so good every update got me at the edge of my seat) and ive primarily been focusing on that as of late so my next few posts might just be headcanons

Stan, Kyle, and Kenny and gaming with their s/o!! cw: implied nsfw on kenny's part

♡ STAN MARSH

Thinks it's great to game together, an easy way for you guys to bond and have fun!!

He kind of likes the more nostalgic games, like super mario bros for the wii (this made me look up the game to confirm it's age and it was made in 2009 wtf??)

Let's you be player 1 but the catch is that he gets to be luigi

Stan prefers playing games on the wii (and switch) and or the ps4/ps5. He's a console kind of guy.

Prefers playing video games at your house and he'll even bring the necessary consoles over if needed just because if his dad sees you two playing he's going to whine to Stan about joining in.

Aside from nostalgic games he's also an action game multiplayer fan, lot of games he has is stylized to be fit for multiple people, so think of games like "It Takes Two" or even the multiplayer parts of Pokemon SWSH / Pokemon SV.

If you're a more single player kind of person, he definitely doesn't mind watching you play while cuddling. Would probably fall asleep watching you play.

I could see him playing Stardew Valley co-op with you if you convince him, but doesn't enjoy the whole farming thing too much

He marries Abigail in retaliation for making him play it with you. (Marry Shane and he will IMMEDIATELY divorce Abigail and beg you to marry him)

He still definitely plays multiplayer pc games with his friends, but sees no real joy in playing it by himself (think like valorant or league)

HOWEVER, if you want to play those games with him? Total tryhard but the really bad kind of tryhard.

Considering he only plays these games with Kyle, Kenny, and Cartman and doesn't play it on his own time he kinda sucks lol.

Screams "YOU'RE BAD" into his mic when he actually downs someone. Screams "WHAT THE FUCK" if he gets downed that Sharon comes in running like "Stan are you okay?!"

He gets so frustrated when he dies that he starts literally pouting. Let him get the final kill if it's just you two against one.

Insta-locks on Sage just to heal you only in game

"Sage heal? Sage heal?" -your poor other teammates

You carry him in these games tbh.

♡ KYLE BROFLOVSKI

Unlike Stan, Kyle loves games like valorant, league, etc. He gets to let out his rage easily by winning

When he loses everyone in South Park knows, he's so mad. However he rarely loses so South Park is safe.

Out of his friends he's for sure got the most amount of kills and wins.

Screams "LETS GOOOOO" when he wins LMFAO. Then gives you a victory kiss.

FPS games is Kyle's specialty. He's def an omen main or something.

If FPS isn't your thing or if you're not good at it Kyle gets it. If you're willing he'll show you how to play (and how to get good fast) however just don't play with him, if you're lagging behind (even if you're new) he's so annoyed, but never mad.

Is willing to play other games with you 100%. Also thinks it's great to game together, even if your guys' gaming genres don't match he's willing to play what you like.

Mario Kart is your guys' go to. You always win against him which leaves Kyle in shock so he often demands rematches.

Ike joins with you guys sometimes and you both initially let Ike win. Ike gets mad though because he wants you both to play equally with him, so when you play fairly he still wins because Ike is just that guy.

Kyle is more of a pc gamer than anything, but if console is up to bat he's an xbox guy. Still is a fps guy on console but it's all single player.

HATES fortnite lol. Doesn't get the hype over it at all, he thinks the mechanics are stupid and won't play it. Might if you beg him to but.. you so owe him.

Is more of the guy that prefers you to watch as he plays, however has no issue if you want to take over playing and he watches, he makes you guys snacks to have while you play.

Avid minecrafter tbh, played it mainly for Ike but then got addicted. So now he makes you play it with him too. He's definitely the "miner". Goes all out on making sure you both have the best armor and weapons. Has a shit ton of diamonds so he made you a diamond shovel for the hell of it even though it's a dumb thing to waste diamonds on. Made you a pink wool heart behind your house when you were gone.

Also an avid tile matcher (think candy crush), begs you constantly for lives. Please give him lives he gives the MEANEST puppy dog eyes.

♡ KENNY MCCORMICK

AVID HORROR GAME ENJOYER LOL

Literally any type of horror game is his go to game. Also likes those RPG horror games (think like ib, the witch's house, misao)

Sets you up by saving right before a jumpscare and then has you come over to play it with him and then you get to experience the jumpscare.

Late night horror game playing with Kenny <3 where you two just play roblox horror games all night, sometimes he puts in the comedic horror ones just so you guys can laugh at how bad it is.

He borrowed Outlast from Cartman to play on your console and you still have nightmares.

"Don't worry baby, nothing can get you when I'm here!" "What if you're NOT here though :(" and then cue him as Mysterion for the next 3 weeks to protect you.

Demands to be princess peach or rosalina in any mario game you guys play. If only one of them is an option and you take that character he will refuse to talk to you until you give up the character

Is also another minecraft enjoyer but likes scaring you with Herobrine LOL and that one scary jukebox disc.

"(Y/N)...." "What Ken?" "Herobrine is outside our door rn" (Y/N) left the game

He also likes watching you play games. Lays down with his head in your lap watching you play.

Kenny prefers multiplayer games that aren't limited to just two players only multiplayer. Only because Karen can play the game with you two then.

If you do happen to playing a two player only multiplayer game and Karen wants to join he lets her take over for him.

Kenny also loves puzzle like games (think like escape room games or keep talking and no one explodes).

Really he just loves seeing your face get all frustrated when playing these kinds of games. He rarely gets frustrated with things like these because he manages to somehow always figure it out, but doesn't say anything just to watch you get annoyed.

If you start getting really frustrated at the game and he notices, he does one of three things; he takes the controller or your phone away and turns on a new game, he actually solves it to spare your sanity, or he saves the game and helps take your mind off of the game and onto something else.

#stan marsh #stan marsh x reader #stan marsh headcanons #kyle broflovski #kyle broflovski x reader #kyle broflovski headcanons #kenny mccormick #kenny mccormick x reader #kenny mccormick headcanons #south park #south park x reader #fluff

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writingforcuteppl · 1 year

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Pop-Tarts

PAIRING: Kenny McCormick x Reader

SUMMARY: There’s nothing in the world that you love the most than having Pop-Tarts for dinner with your boyfriend and his sister.

GENRE: Fluff.

WARNINGS: Swearing, a little bit suggestive.

WORD COUNT: 1.1k words

“Are you staying today?” Kenny stood up from the mattress where the two of you were lying. He made his way to his closet and grabbed a shirt he could put on. He also grabbed one of his sweatshirts and threw it your way.

“I dunno, should I?” you asked in a mocking tone while you were putting on his sweatshirt. You loved spending the day at Kenny’s for various reasons, 1) his parents weren’t home most of the time since they were out getting wasted or doing something probably illegal, and 2) Kenny kept an eye on Karen, making sure she was ok and taking care of her. And after so many years of knowing Kenny and spending almost all your evenings and even some nights at his house, you never got tired of spending time with him and Karen.

“You definitely should, baby. You know, we miss you staying here with us. I miss you.” you made your way to him and hugged him by his waist.

“We literally spend every evening together, babe,” you laughed, and he hugged you back.

“I know, but I really miss you at night. Miss you laying beside me, miss your soft touch, miss you letting me lay my head on your chest while you play with my hair, and of course, I also miss the way you moan-” You covered his mouth with your hand before he could continue.

“You’re too naughty. You know well these walls are thin as paper, and Karen’s next door, Kenny,” you said. “Also…” you approached his face to whisper your following words. “Don’t start something you know we won’t be able to finish, got it?” he only nodded and removed your hand from his mouth to kiss you. You grabbed Kenny by the neck to deepen the kiss and smiled into the kiss. You heard a knock on Kenny’s door, and you stopped.

“Guys, not that I want to interrupt whatever you hormonal people are doing in there, but can we have dinner, please?” the two of you laughed at her comment.

“Sure, just give us a moment, Karen,” Kenny answered, and you heard her gag. “She turns 16, and she starts having an attitude’ Kenny sighed, and you just laughed at his comment.

The two of you exited his bedroom and made your way to the kitchen, where Karen was taking three Pop-Tarts packages out of the box so she could warm them up. You made your way to the cupboard and took out three plates while Kenny took three glasses and started to fill them up with each of your favorite beverages.

While Karen was preparing each and one of the Pop-Tarts, you could see Kenny became serious, as if something was bothering him, but he tried to brush it off and act as if nothing was happening.

Having dinner with Kenny and Karen was something you always enjoyed. Most of the time, you would have takeout, but you also enjoyed having this type of dinner. In reality, you really didn’t care about what you were having for dinner. What mattered was the fact that you could enjoy it with your two favorite people in the world.

Karen was talking about how her day went. Kenny always made sure to let her know she could talk about anything with him, even if it was about an ordinary school day, and Karen always enjoyed letting her brother know how her day was. You and Kenny listen attentively, wanting to actually know and understand everything Karen was saying and commenting occasionally. The three of you were almost finishing your dinner when out of nowhere, Karen stood up from his chair.

“Shit.”

“Language,” Kenny reprimanded her.

“Sorry, I forgot I have homework that’s due tomorrow” Karen made her way to her bedroom, leaving the two of you alone in the kitchen. You waited until you heard Karen’s door shut to start interrogating Kenny on his behavior change a few moments ago.

“Ok, spit it out, McCormick.”

“I don’t know what you are talking about, baby.” Kenny grabbed the dirty dishes and took them to the sink. You walked towards Kenny and made him look at you.

“Please, don’t play dumb with me. What’s bugging you?” Kenny sighed. It always amazed him how you were able to tell he was bothered by something, even if he tried to hide it.

“It’s stupid, y’know? Some years ago, Cartman said that girls don’t want to eat pop tarts for dinner and for a reason. I thought about that comment tonight.”

“That fucking fatass.”

“I know that I shouldn’t let his stupid comments affect me, but….” you could see he was exasperated. “It’s just sometimes I think you deserve more than this than me. Not only you but also Karen.”

“Ok, I’m gonna stop you right there, Kenny. First of all, don’t you dare think less of yourself. Haven’t you seen everything that you’ve done for Karen? You made this house better for her. You changed this place so she could live better. You went and found a job and started giving her what she needed and required to give her a better life.”

“It wasn’t all by myself. You also help me.”

“Yeah, but you were the one who did most of it. And last but not least, I love you so much, Kenny. You have no idea how much you mean to me. The way you make me feel is just indescribable in a good way, and I will literally do anything to see you happy. And I don’t care if we are eating pop tarts, or takeout, even if we were eating a 5-star dinner in the most expensive place, I’m gonna be the happiest as long as I’m with you. So stop saying we deserve better because you are better. You are what we need and what we want, got it?”

Kenny was smiling and trying hard to not cry out of happiness. He usually wouldn’t let any type of comment get to him, but sometimes he does overthink and feels he’s never going to be enough. But hearing you say the opposite was all that he needed. Kenny grabbed you by the waist, bringing your body closer to him.

“Have I told you how much I love you today?” you smiled.

“Mhm, probably, but I love hearing it.” you gave him a peck on the lips.

“Well, I really love you, Y/n, and I’m so glad I have you in my life.”

“I love you, Kenny McCormick.”

n a v i g a t i o n

Kenny’s Birthday Week Celebration.

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vampirevatican · 9 months

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Eating for... Three!?

pairing - Kenny McCormick x black! fem reader

genre/tags - pregnant reader, twin babies, tooth rotting fluff

notes - 1.7k words. yes this is a pregnancy fic, no i won't be detailing the birth but the journey? oh yes please. do i wanna be a mother? hell no. do i love family fluff, sims family gameplay, the idea or stories of happy families, think that babies are adorable? yes.

summary - You know about Kenny's upbringing, where he came from, and how if he ever had kids he wanted to do better than his parents. The first night you heard about it you saw the determination in those blue eyes and felt your heart melt, he really wanted to go above and beyond for his own. When you brought up baby names he was a little bit curious but didn't want to pressure you into it. So that night, while you two were about to sleep, you brought up trying for a baby. He could barely contain himself.

"Ken, I want a baby." You were both winding down for the night. Him in just boxers, the covers and laptop covering his legs, and you in a bonnet and silk night gown. He immediately stopped what he was doing on his laptop and looked over at you, shocked and excited. You've mentioned baby names before, it wasn't like you guys weren't having sex whenever he had free time, but did that mean you were off of your birth control? "A..are you sure?" He had to take a pause at the start of his sentence, still startled by the sudden reality he was in. He has already set aside the laptop, slightly turned to face you in bed; eager and trying to control his enthusiasm but that was impossible. When you nodded he pulled you into a hug and kissed your face as you laughed and hugged him back. "Yup, been thinking on it for a bit and figured we might as well." You said as he pulled away and you looked into his blue eyes. "You've always wanted a family, and I wasn't fully against it just concerned of what the child would be brought into." You looked around at the huge bedroom, the floor to ceiling windows covered by blinds, walk in closet connected to a bathroom and vanity. "I think we'll do great." You gave him a light kiss and whispered, "There may be a chance we'll have one already."

It definitely didn't take too long either, given Kenny's drive and him taking off work for the next few weeks he could. You two were like rabbits around the mansion, save for the nursery you set aside. One day decorating it, with Kenny doing the heavy lifting, you took in everything. How ornate, adorable, and welcoming the room was. "Kenny," you said to him as he was hanging up picture frames that were yet to be filled. "Yes, my love?" You couldn't help but smile, as he looked over at you and came to your side. He pulled you into a side hug, taking in the room with you, "We're going to spoil this kid rotten."

WEEK 0-13 (0-3 Months)

You've seen and heard about morning sickness but was hoping, praying, that it'd miraculously pass you. It didn't. Neither did the other side effects you read about with you husband.

Kenny held your braids back while you were puking in the toilet, tying the box braids into a high ponytail and rubbing your back. "It'll be over soon darling." He told you, doing his best to reassure you and immensely grateful you're willing to be the mother of his children, your children. He didn't mind the constant trips to the bathroom to pee, whenever he noticed you were tired he was quick to get you to rest.

"Kenny I'm fine, just a little..." You yawned, laying in bed next to him. "Tired. Please get some rest, your body needs it." Not being able to resist his request; being obviously very sleepy and so comfy in the warm covers, smooth sheets, and plush mattress, you only gave him a look in protest before drifting off. By the time you were awake again he already had clothes set out for you to get ready for the appointment to check in on the baby. He helped you get ready every step of the way with some protest from you. "I ain't even showing yet Ken, you don't have to wait on me hand and foot." He simply shrugged, having the both of you take the elevator down instead of the stairs. "I just love pampering you. You're my lovely wife, who's carrying our precious child, even if they're not fully formed yet." You let out a small chuckle at his words.

The baby was fine, right where they should be with no complications, but you were facing the changes of having the little one around. Looking online it seemed that it'd just get more intense as it went on. Your sense of smell made it so that there was the sent of lavender, pine sol and coco butter throughout the mansion. Whenever Kenny asked what you wanted to eat the cravings and aversions grew stronger. Foods you didn't like before, you now hated a few and found others delicious. Foods you did like before became strong favorites. Though that wasn't the only thing that fluctuated.

Kenny was understanding during your mood swings. There to comfort or reassure with whatever you were sobbing so much about and quick to step back and listen whenever you were pissed. "Don't fuckin' touch me. My god, everything is pissing me off. Why are the people at the office so incompetent? We're both not there for a couple of weeks and they wanna blow up my phone. The hell they reaching out to me for?" Kenny was listening to your rant as he answered emails in bed with you as the TV played, knowing it'd pass eventually. "No idea dear, but after 6 meetings that could've been emails. I completely understand how you fee-" He looked over to see your deadpan expression and immediately took back his words.

WEEKS 14-27 (3-6 Months)

As the baby grew so did your cravings and so did your stomach. When going for another ultrasound with Kenny, wearing shades and having security do their best to keep off journalists and paparazzi, you were both surprised to discover the news. The obstetrician, a black woman you had personally requested from the start, was analyzing the monitor and making sure she was seeing things right. "Yeah, that's..." she said pausing for a second and turning the monitor to you and your husband. "Looks like you're having two little one's Mrs.Mccormick." Hearing the news your worries had melted away to pure joy and astonishment as you squeezed Kenny's hand. The blonde was just as excited, there'd be two additions to the family soon.

Then came baby names, along with the little ones deciding to make themselves known with each press to your belly. If they weren't stretching their hands or feet, it felt like your stomach was doing flips. Kenny would rub your belly with lotion after a bath and talk to them, earning small kicks and you letting him know that they hear him. You still made an effort to be capable and move around but your body definitely wasn't what it was, not to mention the little ones reminding you that you're their mommy now. When your feet and ankles swelled or your body was aching? Immediate bedrest, ordered by none other than your husband of course. "Ken I'm fine, I can get up and-" every protest was met with a 'No.' and kisses to your cheek or forehead. He waited on you hand and foot, no buts or exceptions.

The baby shower was small, with just a few friends and family. Being that Kenny is a famous philanthropist; the announcements, unveilings, and multiple interviews you both had, just made it easier.

Of course, before the baby shower, he made the announcement of y'all having little ones soon to the presses. "Yes we're having children. Now, if you could please give us some privacy." He was very blunt with it and it made some headlines but that wasn't for you to worry about.

There were balloons, a small cake decorated to look like a crib with little blocks that spelled 'welcome babies'. Looking around at the colors, (pastel purple and yellow) two-tiered diaper cake, and the table crowded in baby clothes and toys you thought 'These babies are gonna be spoiled past rotten.' You wouldn't have it any other way though. From the start you always wanted to give your children everything they could ever want and more and with their father growing up and being who he is, it was a recipe for the most loved and gifted children.

WEEKS 28 - 42 (6-9 Months)

At this point, there wasn't much fighting on your end of being pampered. The only time you were out of bed, you went to the bathroom or your husband helped you in and out of the tub. The twins were ready to leave and with each passing day, their restless movements made that well known. All that was left in the wake of the twins was just them pulling a circ-de-solei whenever they felt like it. When it was strong but not enough to stop you in your tracks, adorable, and whenever it wasn't Kenny was there to try and make you laugh or aid you in any way possible. "Don't make me come in there." He was holding your belly, looking down and talking to them. For some reason that would get them to stop moving or, "You're hurting mommy." then there was no movement from either of them.

When it was around go time, Kenny was more than prepared. He had a set car, chauffeur, everything packed. The months before he was reading parenting books along with you, maybe even more than you. A few times you'd wake up in the middle of the night to pee, you'd catch him wide awake reading and something about that made you feel better. Kenny was always a doting husband. Not just through expensive gifts, date nights, or vacations but also being there for you through anything. He'd help take down your protective styles, watch videos on how to do and take care of your hair. Over the pregnancy you were in an afro most of the time. Partialy out of tiredness, carrying two became a hassle over time, and the other half because when you caught sight of yourself; you felt a sense of pride and immense joy. You were a mother, you're a mother.

The little ones took their time coming out. Enough time for there to be little moments between you and your husband that were more sweet than nearly crushing his hand. Though when the pair was born, and you held them in your arms as your husband got a picture before holding one of them himself. That same feeling came back, your hair was back in a protective style but that didn't change anything. Your crotchet braids were done by a professional before the due date, they held up nice; save for the edges because of the sweat, but as Kenny slicked them back and kissed your forehead you just smiled. 'Im a mother.' and as you thought that, the little girl in your arms held your finger with her tiny hand.

#kenny mccormick x black! reader #kenny mcormick x reader #sp post covid #post covid kenny #kenny mccormick fluff

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hunnysnoops · 1 month

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White Teeth Teens

Chapter One: Undone

Kylie Broflovski x fem Reader

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

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

PART TWO

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What about after?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You're sweaty," He comments.

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

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

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

"Why?"

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

"Dad doesn't like Eminem."

You wrinkle your nose "Why?"

"Because he said that thing about the gerbil."

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

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

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

"We did, he has basketball practice."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Are you coming?" Weston asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"It means you're fat."

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

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

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

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

"I have tons of sex, you faggot."

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

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

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

"Whatever bitch."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

McWhoremick: what was that about?

You: Cartman looking rancid

McWhoremick: fair

McWhoremick: wanna hang later?

You: fo sho

You: junkyard?

McWhoremick: yup

McWhoremick: see ya :P

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You don't-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Okay," Kyle says.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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