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paladin4theright · 6 years

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In The Dark

In the dark, In the dark

A gentle, cool breeze tickled the blonde crown of hair. A plume of thick vape smoke eased up from freckled parted lips.

Ooh, I've done it again. Dug a little deep and it's all caved in Now, I free fall in a black hole I know I'm getting warm ‘cause I feel so cold.

The radio played to block out stale silence between two old friends. After sharing a lung-filling puff of misty nicotine, bright blue eyes closed and whiteness veiled over his slightly darker complexion. He stuck his hand out the window of the black, lifted truck, letting the gale draft through his outstretched fingers.

But I'm looking on the bright side now Tryna figure out somehow (None of this is real, no) It's looking like a write off now I think we need to talk like now

Pitch black save for the quick flits of neon and LED lights the flash like a strobe in the cab of the truck. Only the sizzling sound of the vape motor and loud song selected from the blonde's phone playlist. Bright blue eyes opened again and slid over the black, faux-leather textured dash of the truck to the blonde who drove it. Hands lazily gripped the steering wheel, 1 and 11 o'clock positions, in confidence. He appeared comfortable. Black, buzzed scalp itched, so the darker haired male removed his worn blue and red beanie from his head, feeling it scrape against his Velcro-like hair and scratched.

So, don't swear to God, he never asked you It's not His heart you drove a knife through It's not his world you turned inside out Not his tears still rolling down Jesus Christ, you're so damn cold Don't you know you've lost control? Forget about the things you think I know No secrets, you can't keep me In the dark, In the dark

Another plume left parted lips that turned up in the corners and it filled the cab of the truck with a hazy film before plunging to dissipate out the window. Feeling the observation, the blonde turned his ancient sky-blue eyes to catch the gaze of his lifelong friend. A knowing smile broke out across his face, crinkling the corners of his eyes and his light colors eyes glistened in the dark.

Deathblow, look at you go Brought a T-62 to a rodeo So tall, it broke the fourth wall Guess my fairy tale has a few plot holes

Despite himself, the darker-eyed man grinned right back. The freedom he felt this night was the most uplifting day he's had in years. The brightness of his sincerely happy smile cut through the vapor.

Well, I'm looking on the bright side now Tryna figure out somehow (None of this is real, no) You can give the act up now Yeah, go ahead and take a bow

The blonde kept his wide smile and sparkling light eyes as he turned them back to the road ahead of them. The two young men met up just for this one night before one was shipped off due to a military contract, he signed himself up for. They both had secrets they shared with each other. They were mutually making huge sacrifices to better themselves for someone they each loved. They equally had made separate difficult decisions alone.

So, don't swear to God, never asked you It's not His heart you drove a knife through It's not His world you turned inside out Not His tears still rolling down Jesus Christ, you're so damn cold Don't you know you've lost control? Forget about the things you think I know No secrets, you can't keep me In the dark, In the dark

No secrets, you can't keep me In the dark, In the dark

The atmosphere between the two young adults felt purely empathetic and simply incognito. There was no turning back now for either of them. They similarly wished that they would be absolved later for their actions. At this point in their short lives, they felt invincible. Everything was going precise for once and they weren't going to stop and take it all back.

I'm not looking for Salvation Just a little faith in anyone or anything I'm not looking for Salvation Just a little faith in anyone or anything I'm not looking for Salvation (Oh no, ‘cause it’s all come caving in) Just a little faith in anyone or anything I'm not looking for Salvation Just a little faith in anyone or anything And its time I knew you, so

The blonde pulled the black Chevy off the main street onto a hidden, narrow dirt road that led up a steep hill. Once at the top it flattened into a plateau. Below, the large city of Denver twinkled against the black backdrop and midnight-blue sky. Mountains towered as dark, guardian silhouettes in the distance and the snow reflected back subtle moonlight from the waning crescent that hung in the air. Stars littered the empty space in an irregular, sporadic array similar to that of the blonde's freckles that powdered his attractive face. Placing the truck in park and taking in one more drag of the steamy nicotine, he placed the machine in his center console and let the cloud lift from his nostrils and lips like a fire-breathing dragon. The darker-haired male watched him with a cocked eyebrow and lively, intrigued eyes, smiling all the while. The blonde let out a laugh and the other joined in as they unbuckled their restraints and leaned their seats back until they were comfortable.

Don't swear to God, never asked you It's not His heart you drove a knife through It's not His world you turned inside out Not His tears still rolling down Jesus Christ, you're so damn cold Don't you know you've lost control? Forget about the things you think I know No secrets, you can't keep me In the dark Don't swear to God, never asked you It's not His heart you drove a knife through It's not His world you turned inside out Not His tears still rolling down Jesus Christ, you're so damn cold Don't you know you've lost control? Forget about the things you think I know No secrets, you can't keep me In the dark

They laid in their seats, staring up at the gray material the covered the lining of the Chevy. So many things ran through both of their minds as they lay quietly with the thrum of the diesel engine rumbling peacefully, almost lulling them into a state of contemplation. The blonde used his abs to surge himself forward and turn off the truck to save fuel before laying back down into the heated leather seats. The material groaned in protest as he moved around.

Don't swear to God, never asked you (oh no) It's not His heart you drove a knife through (oh no) It's not His world you turned inside out (oh no) Not His tears still rolling down (you’re so damn cold) Jesus Christ, you're so damn cold (you’re so damn cold) Don't you know you've lost control? (oh, oh) Forget about the things you think I know No secrets, you can't keep me In the dark, In the dark

Music died away as the playlist prepared to pick another song and the silence was mesmerizing. Only the crisp air caressing the pine and cottonwood trees nearby became apparent through the Chevy’s open windows. Sensing the atmosphere that began to take a more severe turn, the blonde turned his focal point to the dark-headed friend next to him who was laying on his side staring at him with a somber expression.

“Kenny…” He began as his eyes flickered from left to right, plotting his words with extreme care, “if anything happens to me while I’m over there…. let Kyle know that this was all for him.” Those eyes that were so carefree quickly appeared laden with darkness when they panned back to the freckled face’s own enigmatic eyes. The darker male continued to bore his eyes into his friend’s, not once breaking contact to get the point across as this was the most vital information he was ever about to share. Possibly even his last. Those eyes; those antique, cryptic sky-orbs surveyed him with such a fervor that Stan wondered how and why the hell he stuck around as his friend. Those secretive eyes that always stupefied him with how they appeared so different in age when compared with his friend’s outward appearance. Sky eyes with flakes of steel and gunmetal greyish-blue hues entwined in the valleys and mesas within his irises.

“Let him know…” he continued, viewing those surreptitious irises that seemed so much older than Kenny was, with extreme intensity. “…let him know I loved him.”

No secrets, you can't keep me In the dark, In the dark

“I will, Stan. I promise.” Kenny swore as he reached out, placed a comforting hand on Stanley’s shoulder and gave it a loving squeeze. “I swear I will.” He insisted once more.

The intensity in Stan’s gaze was replaced with a misty, appreciation. The eye-contact was broken as he forced himself to look away from those determined, archaic orbs and lay down on his back before he started crying. He can’t show weakness. Not now. Not with Kenny. However, the broken immortal new all too well that Stan was afraid. He knew what that was like and he would do whatever it took to cheer his best friend up.

“You’ll be fine, dude,” Kenny assured gently with a smile. “You can’t get away with dying because I’ll drag your ass back to the land of the living.” As Kenny mentioned this, a grin spread across Stan’s chapped lips so he continued, “You’ll come live with me when you get back from your tour. That way, we’ll start looking for ways for Kyle to start talking to you again together.”

“By then do you think you’ll have Butters living with you too?” Stan teased, chuckling a bit when he noted Kenny’s facial expression that confirmed he was caught off guard by the subject. Adoring the slight blush that dusted under his cute, sporadic freckles on his nose and cheeks, Stan let lose another giggle. “Dude, you’ve got it so bad for him.” Kenny shrugged his shoulders into the leather seats at this statement, not denying it because he knew it was the truth.

“Hopefully, I will be in a place where I can take care of him and he never has to worry ever again.” The look of determination upon Kenny’s face was the most astonishing thing Stan had seen all night. He truly was trying to improve himself and his lifestyle for Butters, just as he was for Kyle.

“I just hope they’ll both forgive us.” Stan murmured softly as he looked back out the window as he placed his hands behind his head, watching the stars glimmer in the night sky. Silently, Kenny agreed.

The song referenced and the reason for my inspiration behind this scene: “in the dark” by Bring Me The Horizon.

This is part of my on-going “Revenge” AU.

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kevinstoley · 9 years

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Stan | Kenny: I Never Fell Before

my girlfriend is stenny shipping trash and i wrote this for her like the fellow trash i am

happy birthday cupcake <3

Stan Marsh isn't exactly someone who is good with big decisions. He's even worse at confrontation-- he always gets either too emotional or not emotional enough, depending on a thousand different things, including whether or not he's wearing a band t-shirt that day. Pair that with the blunt, honest, and occasionally brutal, but consistently well-meaning nature of Kenny McCormick, and it can lead to some pretty heavy exchanges between the two.

The formula for these sometimes heart-wrenching conversations seemed to be Stan, Kenny, a bottle of Jameson, a pack of Marlboro's, and a good old-fashioned fucking on the beat up mattress of Kenny's bedroom. Almost without fault, usually during pillow talk after their second round at 3 am, one of them would roll over and say something that, at the time, seemed quite profound. Stan's favorite was still when Kenny had been staring at the ceiling, still rather intoxicated, and suddenly declared,

"I would probably fuck a dog for money like, not more than once. But if they paid me enough, I can't pretend I would say no."

Soon after, "At least I wouldn't fuck a dog for five bucks," had quickly become one of Stan's most cherished comebacks for talks with Kenny.

So, it was on a night very similar to that one that Kenny rolled over onto his side, propped himself up on one elbow, and gazed down at Stan with such a serious expression that the latter wondered for a brief moment if the former was about to slip into his Mysterion voice. There was no way Stan could've braced himself for the bomb Kenny was about to drop. Not the funny kind of bomb dropping either like, a fart y'know? This was some soap opera level shit right here, at least by Kenny's standards. "Hey dude, how much do you trust me?" That question alone was enough for Stan to nearly choke on his cigarette. Coming from Kenny, something like that could mean anything, really; from some freaky new Kama Sutra shit, to a newly acquired batch of molly, to a deeply probing question that Stan was positive he wouldn't answer correctly. The raven exhaled slowly as he peered over to Kenny, smoke cascading from his freshly bitten lips. He studied the other’s face for a beat or two, frowning slightly in concern as he settled down onto his side as well to properly face the him. "What's that even mean? I trust you more than I trust a lot of people, Ken," he answered, voice dripping with sincerity. Although there was as slight shift in expression, Kenny's face was still impossible to read. He wasn't as predictable as Kyle, but almost as smart in a lot of ways as far as knowing people went, and he had a way of making Stan feel excruciatingly vulnerable during moments like these. He should probably be a lot more unnerved by it than he was. "Like, well we've been fucking around for what, almost a year right?" Kenny waved his hand, raising a brow questionably. "Uhh, in two weeks it’ll be a year from our first time, yeah," Stan answered with a slight smile.

The blond couldn't hold back a smile of his own at that answer; of course Stan probably had it written down on a calendar somewhere at home.

"So let's throw a hypothetical out there, and it's totally the fuckin' whiskey that my liver's trying to sort out that's making me talk out my ass, if I'm being real, but here it is: would you say you trust me more than Kyle?"

Stan hesitated, "I don't think that's what a hypothetical is." "Okay, then I'm just asking the question," Kenny scoffed, reaching for the cigarette Stan was currently wasting. Stan handed it over and fell silent for a time as Kenny smoked, knowing that he wouldn't be pushed for an answer too soon, because he knew that Kenny knew how much he had to think about this sort of shit. Finally he sighed and reached tiredly for the pack of cigarettes, because Kenny had already finished off the last of their first one. "I would say so." That threw Kenny for a loop. "Fuck, for real?" "Yeah, not like. In every way. There's some stuff I could only come to Kyle about, but there's stuff I could only come to you about too, and I think at this point it's all, I don't know, different? For me and Kyle, we don't really talk the way we used to. Not like you and me do, not like this. I think there's a lot more I could talk to you about than him." Fuck, fuck why did Kenny bring this up? Stan looked completely miserable as he lit up another smoke, took a few long drags from it and let out one of those sighs that left Kenny feeling like someone had punched him in the gut. He knew what a touchy subject Kyle was and yet here he was, rubbing salt in Stan's wounds like an overenthusiastic French chef. But he couldn't pretend he regretted it, not after the answer he'd gotten. This was a rocky start considering where he wanted to take this, but he definitely wasn't going to stop now. Kenny wound his arm around the other's slim waist and snuggled up close, pressing light kisses to the pale skin of his collarbone. The sigh that escaped Stan's lips was much more enjoyable, then. "Why're we suddenly talking about Kyle?" "Just wondering if I should ask him for his wedding ring yet, or what." "Oh ha-ha, I'm in stitches," Stan sighed and rolled his eyes. "It's a whole process to get it fitted y'know, he has smaller hands than me." "I'm laughing so hard, wow. So funny Kenny!" "You sound like Craig when you're that deadpan."

Kenny laughed half-heartedly and nabbed the cigarette to steal a drag, exhaling through his nose before handing it back to Stan.

"Just trying to figure some shit out," Kenny grimaced. Stan didn't answer, seemed incredibly invested in watching the smoke curl out from the end of his light. God, slightly drunk and post-orgasm Stan was even more emotional than the sober one. He was going to shut down quickly if Kenny didn't figure a way to lighten it back up. "Dude, you want one more shot before bed?" he asked excitedly, climbing over Stan to snatch up the bottle of whiskey off the floor. Stan immediately perked up and propped up on the pillows, tucking his cigarette between his lips. "You know I do," he said with a slight laugh, although it almost sounded bitter. Kenny handed over the bottle, knowing damn well that Stan wouldn't bother with the formalities of a shot glass, and watched the latter chug down a couple of gulps like it was water. He took a swig from it himself, for luck more than anything, then waited until Stan had snuffed out his cigarette to snuggle back down into place beside him. There were a few grunts here and there as they sorted out their limbs and the pair eventually settled with Kenny's face nuzzled into Stan's chest, one arm each thrown around the other in naked cuddling bliss. Once they were both comfortable, Stan spoke up again. "Really, why d'you ask?"

Stan felt Kenny tense up for a moment, felt the arm around him tighten.

The blond cleared his throat before saying, "You know how shit I am at math, man." Stan groaned, "Kenny 'm so tired, and kinda tipsy, no more riddles please." "Just trying to figure out the chances," Kenny laughed nervously, "chances of you saying no to this." "Saying no to what?!" "My best guess is in the ballpark of a hundred to a hundred-fifty percent." "God damn it--" "Go out with me."

Silence. Almost a full minute of it. Neither of them dared to move. Stan had basically forgotten how to breath. Kenny stayed nuzzled in his spot and tried to focus on listening to the accelerated thmp-thmp of the other’s heartbeat. It was Stan who found his voice first. "What?" There was no emotion behind it, save for disbelief. Like he just wanted it repeated, or maybe written down and recorded somehow. Kenny inhaled deeply and was really fucking grateful for that last shot he'd had. "Go out with me. A legit, honest to God relationship, with like dates, and hand holding and fucking monogamy and-- there's not much of a transition to make, we basically do that all that already," he swallowed thickly, "but I like you a lot. A lot, Stan. I'm gonna be straight up with you, as straight as a cocksucker can fuckin' be at least; I've thought about this a lot and if you wanna give it a shot, I'm on that shit like Cartman's on the free pizza at every party."

That last part actually earned a laugh from Stan, which Kenny felt victorious about until they fell into another round of heavy silence. He was positive Stan must be able to hear his heart beating in his ears, it was practically hopping out of his throat and screaming, 'I'm so fucking in love with you and I know you're out of my league but it'd kill me not to try.' It felt like eons before Stan figured out what the hell to say, but it was only about a full ten seconds. "Holy shit dude, you're being serious." "Well I mean, yeah?" "Sorry, I-- like, never thought you'd want a serious relationship, ever." "Me neither." "...So," Stan faltered. "So?" "Um..." "Um?" "So, yeah." "Yeah?" "Yeah!" "Yeah what, what the fuck?" Kenny was about ready to shake the kid. "Yeah, I-- dude, just yes. Fuck yes," and suddenly Stan was giggling with nervous energy like the adorable fuckwit he was, and Kenny could've sworn he'd died of a heart attack and gone to heaven right there. "You make me so happy dude," Stan said with a giddy grin as he leaned in to steal a kiss. Kenny wasn't sure if he could believe how simple that was. "Seriously, all I had to do was ask?" "Seriously, yeah." "Fuck me, that was easy." "Well it's not like...I would've said yes this whole time. Actually, I would’ve said no until kind of recently." "Ouch. Penalty to Marsh for punching below the belt." "I didn't mean-- Okay it's just that I realized in like, the last month that I sort of...” Stan cleared his throat, a heat flooding to his cheeks, "liked you."

Kenny couldn't help it, he put on his best 2nd-grader voice, "Oooooh, you mean like-like?" "Shut up!" Stan slapped his arm gently, tensing up as he felt his ears start to get hot. Kenny snorted and pulled away from his spot in Stan's chest to get a look at him blushing like an idiot. It occurred to him how fucked he already was, because wow, he seriously loved this kid. He loved this kid and how much of a stark contrast he was to everything else in Kenny's shitty fucking life. Stan was so warm, and safe, and sweet, and just such a genuinely great guy, and Kenny didn't think he would ever get bored of falling asleep next to him. He was so good with Karen, so good at talking shit out, in the way that when Kenny needed someone to really just get it, Stan was there. And when all he really needed was to be quiet for a while and curl up with someone and a pack of cigarettes Stan was great at that, too.

If Kenny was being honest, it was scary. It scared the everloving piss out of him to think that he had earned the trust and affection of a person like this. He placed a hand on Stan's cheek and took a long look at this gorgeous guy and his stupid pouty lips and kind blue eyes and pink cheeks and damn, he was kissing him before he could even finish the thought about how pretty he was.

Stan wound his arms around the thinner boy and pressed flush against him, drawing him closer to deepen the kiss wondering when he would wake up from what had to be a dream. He couldn’t remember ever being this happy, and like, fuck, everything was so easy with Kenny. They were always just having so much fun that everyone else paled in comparison. Stan was someone who thought breathing wasn’t even worth the effort, sometimes, but the only thing that'd ever been difficult about Kenny was figuring out that he didn't just want to fuck around with him. That he needed him now in a way he never thought he would before. Saying yes felt like the easiest decision he'd ever had to make in his life. As they started to become a tangled mess of limbs and happy whispers and passion for the third time that night, both boys internally reiterated something that each had realized months ago. I'm so fucked.

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