#he tugs on kyles sleeve. helps w a little nod you know

[candyunicornsateme]

Sometimes I imagine Kenny being really quiet, just continues hanging back quietly watching a lot, but he def has this knows-more-than-let's-on look and feel, has this friendly, warm, but knowing little smile sometimes. Wordlessly helps in some little way then fuckin disappears

#rimble ramble #he tugs on kyles sleeve. helps w a little nod you know?? #ive been thinking about rlly specific things lately #im inspired by fall stuff!! almost k2 month! #its time to draw everyone in flannel and #having longing stares at each other #IDK #yall i miss when we'd all just talk about characters #my headcanons

[andrea-lyn]

anything with alex jealous of past Michael/male oc, maybe an old hook-up returns to roswell and alex is suddenly wearing his tightest shirts and skinniest jeans?

For months, the Wild Pony had been a dangerous place for Alex to set foot in. He might walk in and see Michael making out with Maria, or Michael tugging on the long-haired bartender’s ponytail to yank him in for a kiss, or a tourist from a passing town who happened to find their way into Michael’s lap. In those months post-Max, Michael really took to the whole ‘no encores’ with aplomb.

Maybe Maria would have been different, if she’d let it happen, but as soon as she’d cottoned onto Michael’s game, she opted out.

So it’s safe to be back, tentatively, because Maria’s put Michael on a one-night only restriction, with the provision that he isn’t allowed to pick up anyone new. “He’s going to give himself an STD,” she says, aggressively polishing the glasses. “I can’t believe you’re telling me you still love him,”

Alex shrugs, because it’s not something he can help.

He and Maria had talked it out over a bottle of tequila and it had ended with her resolute promise to respect Alex’s feelings, even if Michael didn’t seem to even understand what a feeling was, those days. She hadn’t been willing to let Michael use her and since Alex is in the same boat, it leaves them fast friends once more, sitting at the bar of the Pony and watching Michael wander in for his weekly allotted time at the bar.

“DeLuca. Manes.”

Alex tries not to let that sting, but he did go radio silent when he’d figured out that in the wake of Max’s death, Michael was trying to burn himself to the ground. He’s not going to walk away any longer, but he’s also not planning to step in with the fire extinguisher.

He has his own healing to do.

“Guerin,” Maria replies evenly. “Guy over there in the corner has been asking after you. I thought I told you no hookups,” she says sharply, gesturing to the hot guy in the booth, wearing a biker jacket and a pair of jeans that are so tight, Alex feels the sympathetic hurt.

Alex had noticed him when he’d walked in because he’d been checking him out, but Alex doesn’t really give random people much attention, not when he’s still trying to figure out his move with Michael to both let him know that he’s still interested, but that he also needs Michael to work on his bullshit.

Michael glances to the booth and raises a brow. “Shit,” he exhales. “I didn’t know he was back in town.”

Alex and Maria exchange a confused look as Michael ignores ordering a drink to go say hello to whoever the old friend is. They look close, which Alex is trying not to pay too much attention to.

He knows Maria will hold on to her rule about no hookups, but that doesn’t help when it looks like Michael is all buddy-buddy with the guy, leaning into his touch. They might not be looking to hook up tonight, but Alex has the feeling that they definitely have in the past.

Alex forces himself to turn back around, reminding himself that it’s none of his business who Michael used to sleep with or who he’s sleeping with now. If Michael doesn’t want to date or do anything, Alex doesn’t get to insist otherwise. It’s not his turn to make demands.

Maria offers him a sympathetic look and a warning nod, which is all he gets before Michael’s at the bar with his friend at his side.

“This is Murphy,” Michael introduces him, clapping him on his back. “He and I worked on Foster Ranch two summers ago,” he says, letting his eyes slide over Murphy’s chest, pushing a long exhalation out past his cheeks. Alex’s jealousy is starting to spike off the charts, because he thought he was the only one who made Michael react like that. “We had a great summer, didn’t we?”

“Definitely great,” Murphy agrees, voice low. “You working the ranches this year?”

“Nah, got a new gig at the junkyard…”

Alex tunes them out and drinks, noticing how Michael doesn’t introduce either him or Maria to Murphy, which means that he must have already told them. “Well,” Murphy says, voice low, “You should stumble out to the ranch sometime. Maybe we can get into some of that old trouble.”

Alex clears his throat, pushing off his stool.

“You don’t have to go…”

“No, I’m good,” Alex says firmly. “Just taking a bathroom break,” he says, because he wouldn’t leave Maria here alone to deal with this either, even if she had been fairly clear about how Michael’s downward spiral had done a good job shattering any deeper feelings she’d been starting to develop for him.

Apparently, the truth of Michael’s life and his antics are enough to sway any sane person away from him. It’s a shame that Alex lost that ability ten years ago when he’d first fallen in love.

He spends half an hour collecting himself before he heads back out to the bar, ignoring Michael and Murphy at the pool table. There’s a shot of whiskey waiting for him and a mirroring one in Maria’s hand. “Here’s to our bad taste. I wish it wouldn’t linger in your mouth so long,” she says. “I met this great new guy through Liz,” she says. “Maybe she could hook you up?”

Alex shakes his head, a disappointed look on his face. “I’m still in love with him,” he admits. “For better or worse.”

Hearing the drunken slurs of Michael’s speech behind him, it’s definitely been for worse these days.

*

The next week, Alex knows he should go anywhere other than the Pony on Michael’s night, but that feels weirdly like losing. He can hear Kyle’s voice in his head telling him that it’s not a war, but it sure as hell feels like one. There’s no guarantee that Murphy will be there tonight and he still isn’t in control of what Michael wants to do.

He suspects the last thing he’s going to do is drop everything and come beg for Alex to give them a chance, but none of that matters.

Even if nothing is going to happen, he’s not going to passively sit there and let Murphy get all of Michael’s attention. He takes care that night when he dresses, putting on the pair of skinny jeans that he knows flatters his ass best, along with a long-sleeved shirt that stretches against his shoulderblades when he shifts. He adds just a hint of eyeliner to the lids of his eyes, runs gel into his hair, and puts on a pair of combat boots along with his leather jacket.

He looks good. He knows he looks good.

Alex isn’t even sure why he’s doing it, because it’s not like Michael had been making out with Murphy in that booth. There had just been the implication that something had happened in the past, but Alex knows how Michael looks at people that he wants and it hadn’t been hard to see.

He takes one last look in the mirror even though he knows he looks good, then he heads for the Pony.

Maria gives him a knowing look, rolling her eyes. “I’d say that you’re addicted, but here I am instead of sending out my bartender,” she says, with a hopeless shrug. “I, however, am not wearing my very best. Can you even sit in those?”

“We’re going to find out,” Alex says, inching down onto a stool because he’s not sure if they’re going to end up splitting at the seams. Maria brings them both beers and they get to gossip, trying to avoid Michael’s name even though they both know why Alex is dressed up like that.

For pride, for himself, for whatever reason he wants to say, he wants Michael looking at him.

Unfortunately, as the hours pass, it doesn’t seem like he’s coming. “Maybe he discovered AA,” Maria suggests.

“Or someone else’s bed,” Alex replies miserably, turning on the stool to get up, wishing that Michael didn’t keep spiraling like this. What he’s not expecting to see is Murphy standing in the door of the Wild Pony, a wary look on his face. Alex nods to get Maria’s attention. “What’s he doing here?”

Actually, the question he wants to know is ‘what’s he doing here without Michael?’

“Alex Manes?” Murphy asks, walking over to him.

“Yeah?”

“Michael’s outside,” Murphy says, looking him over with a soft huff. “Okay, I get why he’s still sitting in his truck.”

Alex exchanges a confused look with Maria. This whole thing is weird, because Michael’s ex-something is currently looking for him and Alex has absolutely no idea what the fuck is going on. “Sorry, what the hell is happening?”

“Michael’s outside in his truck. I caught him on my way in, he said to come talk to Alex Manes, see if he’d go outside and talk to him there.”

Alex gives Maria a wary look, not sure what’s happening. He’s not sure he likes it either, because this kind of sounds like the start of him being kidnapped, but what’s the alternative? He just ignores it? He finishes his beer and gestures to his seat to give to Murphy, who seems all too happy to sit down and flirt with Maria (and his friend, traitor, pushes Alex to go see what’s wrong, occupying Murphy with conversation).

He wanders outside to see Michael parked in the corner. If he thinks about it, he kind of thinks he’d been parked there when Alex had turned up, even.

Walking over, he leans his forearms on Michael’s rolled-down window, raising both his eyebrows. “I was summoned?”

“Yeah. Fuck,” Michael hisses. “It’s even better up close.”

His brows creep up even higher, which he didn’t think they could do. Alex gives him a speculative look and wonders how much Michael’s had to drink or whether he’s been hitting the acetone too hard. He sighs and leans forward on his forearms, giving Michael a wary look. “What the hell is going on?”

“I know,” Michael starts, his voice low and rough, “I know I’ve been kind of shitty lately.”

“Slutty or shitty?”

“Come the fuck on, you’re gonna get pissed at me for sleeping with people? I’m not with anyone,” Michael protests and Alex holds up his hands to allow it to slide because Michael’s right, it’s not like anyone is dating. “So, I’ve been shitty lately and drinking too much and yeah, maybe I’ve been a little free and loose with the sex, but then Murph comes back to town and you turn up tonight looking like that…”

Alex feels his heart clench in his chest. Maybe it’s because he can hear the turmoil in Michael’s voice.

“Do you wanna go for a ride?”

“We can’t just pretend things are fine because I wore one decent pair of jeans?” Alex protests quietly, even though every ounce of him wants this. Why else would he dress up like this, if not for this specific end goal?

Michael shrugs, looking sad and pathetic. “I know,” he admits. “Murphy told me I needed to get my head out of my ass, that I had people who cared about me, as friends.” Alex knows he cares a whole lot more, but he lets Michael speak. “So, I’m saying let’s go for a ride and talk. Tomorrow, maybe you can wear that really soft black sweater and we can talk. And the day after that,” Michael says, reaching for his cowboy hat to set it on the dash, “you could wear anything you want and we can talk then, too.”

Alex’s smile softens and he nods, gesturing to the passenger seat. “That seat taken?”

“Only by you.”

So Alex, despite all his better senses, gets in. They do talk. What’s more surprising is that they only talk, but it’s good. It’s clear Michael is still wildly fucked up, but that’s okay too. Alex isn’t exactly a shining paragon of mental health these days either.

They talk. They go for more rides and they keep talking.

It’s not three nights later. It’s not three weeks later. It’s three months later when they go for a ride, but at the end of it, Alex decides to wear nothing at all when they get back to the cabin. From the look on Michael’s face when he wanders inside and sees Alex laid on the bed in the moonlight, he feels fairly confident that Murphy over at the dairy isn’t going to be getting any attention this season.

That’s more than fine for Alex, who’s coming around to the ‘better’ part of ‘for better or worse’ these days.

#Anonymous #malex #michael/past guy #jealousy #michael/alex #mentioned maria/michael #happy ending #tumblr prompts #roswell new mexico

[paladin4theright]

Lovin’

Loud music boomed in the ears of teens spread around Stan Marsh’s house. Butters Stotch had a little to drink thanks to the girls at the party. Bebe had mixed him her own favorite cocktail, a Blue Hawaiian, just for the small blonde teen to try. If Butters could picture what a tropical rainforest tasted like, it was most definitely this rum-based drink. Butters was at Stan’s house for one reason only and that was Kenny McCormick. Sure, it was Stan’s birthday and Stan had been really sweet to have invited him but Butters only entertained the idea of attending because his longtime crush told Stan that he was definitely going to be there. He watched Kenny through pale blue eyes and grinned as the other boy trifled with everyone around him. Butters liked how flirtatious Kenny was with other people. Butters liked watching everyone’s reactions to the way Kenny would coyly speak with them. Kyle, for example, would get flustered where Stan would play along. Token would get embarrassed and Clyde would make it into a competition of who could flirt with whom better. The small teen sat on the couch, people watching, as he sipped on the tropical goodness that was his Blue Hawaiian. Kenny made his way around the house, touching shoulders and hips gently as he greeted everyone. For once, possibly because of the sheer number of people that occupied the Marsh residence, Kenny was not wearing his orange parka. It was sitting, waiting for him on the couch, much like a certain blonde boy. As he greeted everyone he could, he already felt some of the effects of the coke and whiskey he’d adequately mixed together. Everything was great. Boisterous rock music played over the speakers and it made his night that much better. The music was infectious. It made him want to fuck, get drunk, and cause general mayhem. He turned and found Butters watching him from the couch with his pale blue eyes. A wide smile crossed his lips and Kenny moved fluidly through the crowd of teens. He made his way to Butters and kissed the crown of pale blonde hair before sitting down next to him. He touched Butters’ shoulder lightly.

“Having fun?” His blue eyes had brightened intensely from the alcohol.

The smaller teen grinned and nodded his head. He held out the Blue Hawaiian for Kenny to take from him. His lips were a light blue from the Curacao mixed in the drink and chapped from the cold air. Stan’s birthday was in October so the air was starting to get colder in their tiny mountain town.

“O-oh yeah, I’m havin’ a g-great time.” Butters shuddered. His heart grew warm when he’d felt Kenny kiss the top of his head. Everything felt a little warm actually. “Are you?” He asked, “Ya were t-talkin’ to a lot of people.”

Kenny’s grin only grew. “Well, yeah! I’m havin' a great time!” His cheeks were rosy from the happiness and slight intoxication he felt. Kenny wrapped his arms around Butters and he nuzzled his nose against the smaller teen’s cheek. He took another drink from his solo cup and tried not to make a mess of himself or the Marsh’s living room couch. He’d decided that Stan had thrown a pretty fuckin’ rad party.

“W-well that’s great, Ken!” Butters attempted to speak over the music. He felt his heart flutter as he looked down to his lap. He reached to his sleeves, pushing them up halfway up his forearms. He looked up at Kenny, nuzzling against the other teen, moving his face so his lips were at Kenny’s cheek, giving him a quick peck. He giggled happily. Kenny chuckled at the kiss and looked down. Butters’ arms caught his attention when he noticed traces of bruising on the pale flesh. Kenny frowned as he ran his right hand over the other youth’s soft arms. His fingertips lightly grazed the skin, being so incredibly careful. If Kenny was being honest, he could admit he worried about Butters often. He knew he had done things that were hard for Butters even if he didn’t remember them. Watching a friend die over and over again could be devastating. He set his drink down on the coffee table and he leaned over to Butters’ neck, leaving light and gentle kisses. He felt Butters grin and lean his head over to allow Kenny more room to kiss at him.

“K-Kenny,” Butters let out a soft moan. He felt little needle pricks all over his body and butterflies floating around his belly. “Ya wanna do this here?” He asked, running his small hands up Kenny’s arms and wrapping them around Kenny’s neck.

The tall teen smiled and leaned against Butters’ warm ear and whispered, “No one here will even remember anything.” His voice was sultry as he kissed Butters’ ear gently and continued to kiss back down his neck. “Don’t be nervous.” His lips moved against Butters neck as he spoke. He then lifted his head to look at Butters and those pretty pale blue eyes. Kenny’s own messy hair fell into his eyes. So many thoughts crossed Butters’ mind but the one that was most prevalent was how handsome he found Kenny. Kenny was always handsome and just knowing that Kenny was as into Butters as he was into Kenny made the small teen’s heart swell and his body shake. Butters could feel his appendage already growing, tugging at the khaki pants he wore. His entire body trembled at the thought of Kenny’s hands wandering over his body.

Butters smiled and nodded his head, “If ya sure Kenny,” He leaned forward to kiss the taller youth’s soft, wet lips. He barely pulled away to tell Kenny. “I trust ya.”

Kenny brushed his lips over Butters’. “After the party is over we can go to my house if you want.” He suggested with an innocent looking smile. The thought behind that smile, though, was anything but innocent. His own feelings for Butters were both romantic and physical. No one made him feel the way Butters did. He didn’t feel poor, he didn’t feel like a failure, and he certainly didn’t feel like he wasn’t loved. That’s what he adored about Butters. “Only if you want to.” He added again.

Butters grinned, excitedly nodding his head. God, he wanted Kenny so badly but those butterflies in his stomach were making him nervous also. Looking at Butters, it would probably be hard to tell that he felt any sexual feelings at all but when he was around Kenny since he’d hit puberty, all he wanted was for Kenny to be with him, around him, and in him. His love for Kenny, Butters thought, could probably make Butters’ heart blow up.

“Y-Yeah, Ken, ‘course I wanna!” He confirmed over the rock music playing. He moved his arms to grab at the front of Kenny’s shirt, pulling the other boy closer to him. He locked lips with Kenny again, still keeping that tight grip on Kenny’s shirt.

When Kenny’s lips locked with Butters’ he felt heat move to his cheeks and a quiet groan escaped him. He always felt like goop when he was with Butters. His heart began to beat in his chest and he felt himself getting stiff, the baggy sweatpants he wore started to feel a little uncomfortable.

“Here, let’s move out of the way.” He moaned against Butters’ lips as he helped the teen stand up and the moved to the stairs. He sat down and patted his thighs, indicating for Butters to sit in his lap. He smiled innocently up at Butter with his large, happy sky-blue orbs.

Looking closely at those bright blue eyes when Butters moved to sit in Kenny’s lap, the petite teen noticed they looked old and tired. They seemed to have seen a lot of grief and held lots of mysteries, which was weird for his age. He faced the dirty blonde-haired boy as he straddled Kenny. Butters wasn’t very heavy at all, mostly from years of borderline neglect. His parents sent him to bed without supper more often than not it seemed. Once he was situated, Butters wrapped his arms around Kenny’s neck and leaned forward to start leaving soft, tiny kisses around Kenny’s lips. It seemed a little quieter on the stairs, probably because of the half wall that surrounded it. It was perfect because Kenny would be able to hear just about any noise that Butters would emit. Cheeks flushing with color, Kenny’s eyes widened, but he loved the feeling that Butters gave him. He wrapped his arms around Butters’ smaller frame and held him close and protectively. He moved to kiss Butters’ neck, sticking his tongue out and trailing it gently against Butters’ soft skin. He moved his mouth to Butters and kissed him sloppily. Sloppy kisses, in Butters opinion, were the best thing in the world. It showed passion, love, and a need for Butters that nothing else had shown him. He let out another hum from the back of his throat, loving the feeling of Kenny being all over him. “J-Jesus, Kenny,” Butters remarked, moving his hands up to grab lightly at the back of Kenny’s dirty blonde hair. He grinned, leaning into the wet kiss to flick his tongue up against Kenny’s bottom lip. Kenny’s lips were soft and supple and tasted like cigarettes, weed, and whiskey.

“Mrph, Butters…” Kenny sighed out and parted his lips, invited Butters to a more passionate kiss. Butters always tasted sweet, which was Butters as a definition. The boy deserved all of the attention Kenny could afford to give him and more. Kenny had decided that when he was old enough, he would dedicate all of his attention to Butters and would work to make a better life for them - maybe move far away. Maybe they could go to Hawaii! Kenny grew excited at his own thoughts, as he passionately kissed Butters.

“Ky!” He heard over the music. “Ky-Le.” It was Stan, drunk as fuck, calling for his best friend. Kenny rolled his eyes, smiling and continued his business with Butters.

Unapologetically, Butters ground his hips into Kenny’s front. He moaned against Kenny’s lips, mouth open and wanting more as they kissed. Butters couldn’t say it, maybe he was too young, but he loved Kenny. He loved Kenny with all his heart and he couldn’t get over how the other boy made him feel. If they were to run away, right now, right this instant, Butters wouldn’t regret it. As long as he was with Kenny, he was happy. “K-Kenny,” Butters moaned, “Kenny, I n-need ya.” His stutter was apparent in his arousal.

Kenny groaned, feeling his own excitement growing when Stan turned down the music and told everyone to get the fuck out. Kenny smiled and looked at Butters. “My place then?” He established with a smile, looking up at Butters as he leaned back against the stairs, watching him through the dirty blonde hair in his eyes.

Butters blushed when Kenny actually looked at him. He was so happy. Kenny was so attractive and sweet and perfect in every way. “Y-Yeah, let’s go!” He voiced his eagerness and moved to get off of Kenny. He held his hand out to the other boy to help him stand. “A-are we walkin’?”

Thanking the smaller boy, Kenny used Butters hand and helped himself up. He moved across the living room and grabbed his orange parka and draped it over Butters’ shoulder. “Yeah, I don’t have a car remember?” He smiled.

Cartman suddenly popped between them, “That’s because he’s fuckin’ po.” He slurred and then walked off, humming “In the Ghetto” by Elvis Presley. Shrugging it off, Kenny turned his attention back to Butters. “Ready?”

Butters watched Cartman for a moment, tilting his head. “More than ready!” He exclaimed before taking his gaze off Cartman and looking up at the teen that stood a good head and a half taller than him. “Don’t worry about it, Kenny. I don’t got a car neither.” He reassured as held out his hand to grab Kenny’s.

There is DEFINITELY SMUT but since it’s tumblr I won’t post it so I won’t get flagged. If you’d like to finish reading the naughty stuff then move on over to my AO3 account!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13938804

#south park #sp kenny #sp butters #sp #south park kenny #south park butters #sp bunny #south park bunny #kenny mccormick #butters stotch #leopold butters stotch #revenge au