#multibg/kyle

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               ⋯⋯⋯     “I‒ Yeah, I thought it was kinda obvious.” Tweek has been overthinking his actions for far too long by now. Of course the other theater kids would've caught on before graduation, they're observant when they want to be and gossip amongst themselves like they're each other's morning news broadcasts. He hadn't thought that they were the only ones that figured it out.

But not even Kyle? It was almost a relief. All those years, Tweek had thought he was making a fool of himself, thought his excuses of Kyle's friends triggering his anxious tics were easily seen through. Or, he'd thought that Kyle just didn't feel the same. And that was fine, he could handle being friends. Dating had always seemed like so much pressure, anyway.

Though now it's Tweek's turn to look embarrassed. “It wasn't supposed to be a cover, at first, I‒ I just‒ augh. I just wanted to spend more time with you, didn't matter what we were.” His eyes start to wander, cheeks start to burn, as he drags one hand through his hair. And aside from somewhat - mumbled vocal tics, he falls silent for a moment at Kyle's question.

“Uh... Since‒ agk‒ since high school.” He keeps his gaze to the side, avoiding Kyle the way he'd avoided looking at him. “Junior year, I think, is when my theater friends started ragging on me about it, and it took them a while to pick up on it...”

@multibg / kyle || continued

[troublcmakcrs]

▸   @multibg​   ⟶   ❛  a touch that says ‘kiss me like you mean it’. (kyle @ craig)  ❜   ╱   (  touching tenderly , accepting .  )

Kyle’s fists balling up in the fabric of his shirt, making every effort to deepen their kiss, cause Craig to smile into it, bringing what was a steady rhythm to almost a complete standstill.  And then, he pulls away, in direct defiance of what he knows the other wants, thrilling at the highly probable chance to witness a characteristically huffy and indignant expression.

One of Craig’s hands finds Kyle’s fist, trying to coax it into loosening its obstinate grip, and with his other, he touches an index finger to Kyle’s chin, just under those warm lips that were lighting up his nerves a moment ago.  His eyes shimmer with laughter and a smugness that he knows Kyle loves to hate.

“You’re being real greedy.”

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@multibg || kyle && kenny || meme ❝ i swear, if you do that one more time ... ❞

━━ ˗ˏˋ “Aw, man. Ya made me lose count. Now I gotta start over.” Kenny fakes a frown, but it only lasts a second or two before the corners of his lips tug up again. And his hand comes back up, index finger poking at Kyle's beauty marks again. “One, two, three...”

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Rollercoasters are one of those interests that people are supposed to grow out of, so Kyle is the more normal of them, and honestly, Craig is a little bewildered that he’s stuck with it this long, that nothing else has drawn his attention away from them.  He also saw the third Final Destination, but it didn’t put him off, and he has read articles and watched videos about actual rollercoaster accidents, and he still wants to ride them.  He never got to ride the world’s largest indoor rollercoaster before it derailed and killed three or four people, and there was that kid who drowned in a great rapids ride, and they drained the thing out.  Terrible for the families in those instances, but what about him?

He always approached rollercoasters in a different way from most of his peers, though; even from the time he was young, he was fascinated by how they worked and the physics required to make a working one.  He doodled dozens of designs on his homework assignments, very few of which would be feasible, looking back on them.  Unlike other kids, he didn’t want just to ride them; he wanted to understand them and be part of them somehow, a feeling exacerbated by the couple of summers he spent as a ride operator.  Amusement parks are supposed to be less joyous when you work in one, but that wasn’t the case for him.

“Yeah, I know I should…” Craig says, frowning, his voice still tinged with doubt.  He has been trying to talk himself into it for years, and now that Kyle has validated him in it, it still seems like a waste of resources, even though he will experience the same sinking feeling of missing out that he did when he heard about MindBender and its shutdown.

“It’s not the company, though.  I think I’d feel even worse if I took someone with me.”  Craig gets lonely from time to time, but solitude has become a difficult habit to break.  It’s slightly easier these days, especially with Jimmy warning him when he starts to pull away and seem distant.  However, imposing on someone else and forcing them to endure potential boredom for his sake still doesn’t appeal to him.

“It’s not even a good rollercoaster,” he argues.  “It doesn’t even go upside down or anything like that.  There’s more interesting ones right here in Colorado.”  More interesting for the average park-goer, at least, who cares little about history and just wants a plain good time.

“If we did go, we’d have to research something you’d want to do.  It’s like I said, most of my problem is the lack of anything else on the itinerary.  I can’t drag you across the map and back just for that one thing.”

truthfully? kyle had absolutely no interest in the rollercoaster craig had been raving about. for the most part, he avoided rollercoasters and amusement parks just in general. they were fun as a kid, but now as an adult, germ paranoia and final destination plagued his mind. what interested kyle was the fact he had never seen craig so excited over anything (except maybe red racer). so of course, he had to offer.

            ❝ i mean, that's fine. it's been a long time since i was on a roadtrip. it'd be nice to travel. ❞

kyle sat up from the lounged position he was in on his bed, scooting so he could throw his legs over and look down at craig. he gave a shrug, and a gentle smile. his hand came down to pet the cat, who decided to join kyle's side after being disturbed by craig's surprise.

            ❝ don't make fun of me when i say it, cause i know it's cheesy . . . but it seems like something you really wanna do. and you should before it does get shut down. if company is all you need, i'll go with you, craig. i want to go. ❞

[gddmnkickd]

@multibg​   /   kyle     ||     dumb quotes jan - mar ‘23                “If it’s gay to be time-efficient, then I don’t wanna be straight.”

               There’s a loooong moment where Ike just stares at Kyle. One beat. Two. Three. Okay, Ike, pretty sure he got the point here.

“...Kyle, I don’t know a single straight person.” He’s exaggerating. Shut up about it. He has a point to make. “How’s your game of gay chicken, by the way? Who’s it with this time?”

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(manhandling symbol starters) ★ - drag my muse by the arm (-from kyle)

There's a short yelp as his forearm is grabbed and pulled, nearly toppling the unexpected blond right off of his feet. Luckily he catches himself and stumbles after the redhead, completely confused as to what in the world had prompted this kind of thing.

"What th-- Kyle??? Why are you dragging me??"

@multibg

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@multibg continued from here

It was the mere frustration and expecting this to go wrong when they were put together, but if there was one thing that she put together, they had the brains. Fran didn't want to ditch out on school, despite how often they fought with one another. That was one thing going for them; they had the smarts and had strengths in learning.

She watched him pull a chair up to her desk, sitting up a little while glancing at Mr. Garrsion and back at Kyle. "That's... fine by me, I guess," she muttered softly. "I... I actually do wanna get this grade. But I wanna try. As long as... nothing dumb happens. I'm already getting enough of a migraine from being next to Cartman."

The packet was being handed out, one being given to them to share with the instructions written out on the first page. Thankfully, this wasn't like most times in the past where they actively fought with one another. She gave a sigh, keeping her voice low in a whisper to Kyle.

"...I don't mind talking. I just thought that... y'know, it'd turn out like before," she whispered. "If you wanna... actually try, then I'm fine with that. It's better than getting paired up with... literally anybody else right now."

[troublcmakcrs]

▸   @multibg​   ⟶   ❛  ❛ I heard what you said. I just don’t take orders from you. ❜ (-from kyle, for ur main verse <3)  ❜   ╱   (  dexter , accepting .  )

“Bullshit, you don’t,” Craig says.  “Cartman made me second-in-command.”  Something about not trusting the job to Kyle, despite hanging out with him more.  Honestly, while Craig doesn’t like Cartman all the time, he enjoys the other’s company more consistently than his main friend group, and he doesn’t know why Cartman hangs out with people who have such a consistent and mutual distaste for him.  Not that Craig would be caught dead admitting it, but he feels bad for Cartman sometimes.  Sometimes.

“That means when Cartman’s not here, I’m first in command.”  Craig’s indignance over being disrespected boils over, and he delivers a swift kick to Kyle’s shin, not hard enough to topple him over, just a warning.  His hands balled into fists hint that he’s not fucking around, though.

“You’re going over that damn fence.”  Into Mr. Winfield’s yard to dig up the suitcase that’s rumored to exist under his mums.  One million dollars, Cartman’s words echo in his mind.  Why else would the geezer try to chase kids away from his property with a shotgun?  “Even if I have to throw you over it myself.  Now stop being a fucking pussy about it.”

[troublcmakcrs]

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Tweek finds it disconcerting to see Stan here among the dredges of society. He doesn’t belong here; he was always a nice boy.  Yes, he could be selfish at times, but everyone has stuff wrong with them, and generally, he cared about doing the right thing.  Tweek considered Stan his friend back in the day, and while he was a little closer to Kyle, he still admired the other boy terribly.

And now, seeing him here—partying, drinking, getting high, being loud and rude—it’s so far removed from the boy Tweek remembers that it makes him want to cry.  He knows people change, and seeing as it has been years since they spent any amount of time together, it’s unreasonable to expect Stan to stay the exact same.  But the fact that he has ended up like this…

Tweek curls up in his spot on the couch, hugging his knees to his chest, and watches Stan, who has a few lines of coke in front of him.  He has been staring for most of the night, and it’s the first time they have had a moment of relative quiet.  It’s not going to last, and if he doesn’t say something, he might miss his chance.

“D-don’t you ever get tired of it?” he hazards.  He finally looks away from Stan in favor of picking at the worn cuff of his jeans.  He laughs softly, belying his nerves.  “I do—I get tired of… all this.  It’s not really my scene.”  And I didn’t take it for yours.

[troublcmakcrs]

▸   @multibg   ⟶   ❛  “  let  me  take  care  of  you.  ” (clyde @ tweek)  ❜   ╱   (  sickness , accepting .  )

“No.”  Tweek’s immediate response is steely and frigid enough to cut through.  He grimaces, mouth twisting around a sickening taste that plagues his tongue.

He has been somebody else’s problem, a burden, a responsibility, for his entire life.  People stuck him with Craig, made Craig take care of him, because somebody had to do it, and nobody else wanted the job.  There were his parents, too, and all their insistence that he would never survive without them.  They used the notion that he could not fend for himself to exploit him and keep him trapped under their thumbs as long as possible.

He may not have much in life, but he is still standing on his own two feet long after everyone expected him to crumble, and the idea of handing himself and his affairs over to someone else, even for a short time, terrifies him.  Desperate to retain his agency, he steps back from Clyde as if it were a physical thing to keep out of the other’s reach.

“I’m a grown man,” he insists, “not a child, and I can get by well on my own.  Just because I’m not as noticeably well-off as some of you doesn’t mean I need help.”

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@multibg || kyle && kenny || meme 😘 (kyle @ kenny)

━━ ˗ˏˋ A little unexpected, but hey, who was Kenny to complain? In fact, he leaned down to press a little more into the kiss for a second there. “...Ya could'a asked, Ky, I would'a leaned down for ya.”

[troublcmakcrs]

▸   @multibg   ⟶   ❛  ‘ i thought you were going to sleep forever. ’ (kyle @ tweek, mainverse... sleebover.....)  ❜   ╱   (  soft tired , accepting .  )

      Tweek is still rubbing the sleep out of his eyes when Kyle speaks, and then he freezes.  It’s generally considered terrible manners to sleep later than the sleepover host, and ice shoots through his veins as he realizes his mistake.  He stars at Kyle for a moment, trying to determine if the other is mad at him.

      “Why didn’t you wake me up?!” he shrills, his voice hoarse.  They agreed last night that whoever woke up first was responsible for waking the other.  Tweek already planned not to rouse Kyle, though, because he didn’t expect to sleep at all.  He is used to being the only one awake, and it comes as a shock to be last for once.

      He looks around the room for a clock and catches the sunlight filtering through the window.  He can’t remember the last time he missed the sunrise.  “What time is it?”  Nine or ten, probably, still late for a coffeehouse owner’s son.

      Speaking of, despite knowing he doesn’t have a right to impose after disrespecting the social norms of sleepovers, he bunches the front of his pajama shirt up in his fist and asks, “…Is there coffee?”

[troublcmakcrs]

▸   @multibg​   ⟶   ❛  “Will you still be my friend?” (kyle @ tweek…… 🥺)  ❜   ╱   (  fruits basket , accepting .  )

Having Kyle step through the front door caused Tweek’s anxiety to spike, and he still hasn’t recovered, hands shaking, pulse hammering in his throat, unable to make eye contact.  He tried to explain that the coffeehouse wasn’t open yet, and he was still getting things set up, but that didn’t seem to perturb Kyle any.  He at least set the other up with a plain cup of coffee, unable to do much else at the moment, but scared of what might happen if he did nothing.  He has spent so long avoiding Kyle out of respect after the other said he didn’t want to see Tweek anymore, and now here he is, intentionally putting himself in Tweek’s space and making it impossible to get away from him.

Finally, Kyle reveals his intentions—will you still be my friend?  Tweek’s jaw sets hard, and he exhales sharply through his nose, eyes darting rapidly over the contents of the cardboard box he has busied himself with unpacking.  He wants to say so much in response to that that it’s hard for him to say anything, overwhelmed by over a decade of thoughts, all shoving each other for their opportunity to slip off his tongue first.  He wants to say that the time to be his friend was years ago when he first came back into Kyle’s life and expressed interest in rekindling that connection.  He wants to say that Kyle told him to stay away ‘until he was better,’ and Tweek doesn’t know how ‘better’ the other wants him to be because he may be sober, but he’s still fucking crazy, he’s still fucking sick.  He wants to say that he’s never tried to be anything other than good and kind and warm to Kyle, and the man has consistently assumed the goddamn worst about him, holding crimes of which he’s nowhere close to guilty against him.

Craig and Kyle fought about Tweek often enough, and Craig often relayed the details of those fights to Tweek, so it’s not like he doesn’t know what Kyle has been saying about him behind closed doors.  One time, Craig told him that Kyle was mad that he was trying to help Tweek, and Tweek replied, That doesn’t surprise me.  Kyle wants me fucking dead.

He doesn’t want you dead, Craig tried to argue, flashing wounded blue eyes up at him.

Actions speak louder than words.  And that shut Craig up. He looked like he wanted to say more but couldn’t because he knew Tweek was right—Kyle was certainly acting like he wanted him dead by walking away from him and trying to convince others that they ought to do the same.

Tweek turns more fully away from Kyle so he can swipe at his eyes, which have started to well with tears.  Then, he hurries through unpacking the dishes left in the box, his hands shaking more with lividity than anxiety at this point, and he worries he might drop them as he throws them into cupboards as quickly as possible with the intention to organize them properly later.  Right now, he wants to get them out of Kyle’s face, dishes Craig paid for, which was evidently the source of the couple’s most recent disagreement.  It’s not fair, it’s not fair—he has never wanted to cause problems for them.  He is so sick of being wrapped up in their business and drama that he cannot go to their wedding in good faith.

“Sorry, I’m full up,” he says, even though he can name three people at most that he can really consider his friends.  “You’ll have to settle for ‘decent acquaintance.’”

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     @multibg  〢  cont from here.

Even though they didn’t hang out often, Tweek always regarded Kyle as one of his better friends in elementary school.  It didn’t take much, just basic niceness and courtesy, which many other people couldn’t afford him.  He knows it’s wrong to refer to them as great friends currently, but seeing Kyle again, a swell of hope rises in his chest that maybe he can start on changing that.

Tweek returns Kyle’s hug more tentatively than he wants to, their sudden proximity making him self-conscious about the way he must smell.  He hopes the leftover fumes from Kyle’s cigarette will make it easy enough to ignore.  As much as Tweek always liked him, there was something uppity about him back in the day, too, and there exists a need to impress—or at least conceal some of the realities of his current situation, being that impressing is something of which he is not currently capable.

He bites his lip when their hug breaks, his mouth still smiling, but something troubled in his eyes as he tries to work out the safest way to phrase things.  “Fine—I’m fine, thank you,” he says, stuffing his hands in his coat pockets in case they start to shake.  “I moved out, so that’s pretty cool.  I’m staying with some friends right now.”  His eyes dart about, and he rushes through his words as if trying to get through the subject of himself as quickly as possible.

He had hoped Craig would not come up so immediately in the conversation, especially with it having been a number of years.  It was much worse back in the day, shortly after it happened, but he still gets it sometimes.  What happened with you and Craig?  Are you guys still together?  Why not?  When’s the last time you saw him?  People rarely regarded them as anything other than a unit, and sometimes, it worries him that he might never be anything other than ‘Craig’s boyfriend’—now, ‘Craig’s ex.’

Thankfully, Kyle doesn’t linger on the subject long, just touching on Craig’s mention of Tweek in passing.  “I’m glad you guys are getting along,” he says earnestly, widening his smile.  “I remember when you couldn’t stand each other.”  He laughs shakily, unsure why he’s becoming increasingly nervous.  “His fault, I’m sure—I tried to convince him you were chill, and he never wanted to hear it.”

He looks up at the Best Buy, seeking a subject that isn’t Craig or himself.  “Do you work here now?” he asks.  “That sounds like it’d be fun, being around keyboards and stuff all day.  I think that’s the most important thing about a computer, how the keyboard feels.”  Typing—maybe he can look into getting some administrative, clerical thing, although don’t a majority of them require college?  Oh, well, it still can’t hurt him to look.

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@multibg / kyle : ( sms ) : wanna go out tonight?

[ ➥ Kyle🥊 ] i guess i ahve time tos pare [ ➥ Kyle🥊 ] what exactly were you planing on doing

[gddmnkickd]

@multibg : 🐤- for kyle