Clyde spent his high school years fooling around with guys. Now that he’s met a girl he likes in college, he isn’t sure what to do. Lucky for him, his good friend Bebe is there to show him a thing or two.
Start As You Mean to Go On
When Bebe Stevens and Clyde Donovan ended up at the same university, pretty much everyone from their high school graduating class thought they had gotten together, for real and at last. Even Bebe thought so, but only for a second: the second between Clyde’s drunken confession that she was his “special friend” and her own drunken epiphany that he wasn’t speaking euphemistically–she occupied a special place in his heart, right next to but completely separate from his best friend, and nowhere near all the spaces reserved for fooling around and falling in love. She wasn’t sure whether or not to be disappointed by that, until Clyde wrapped her up in a hug that made her feel like she’d won something.
So when she sees him blushing and flirting with a girl at freshman orientation who is as impressively tall as he is, the dark locks she’s alternately pushing back from her face and twisting around her finger as curvy as her figure, Bebe can’t help grinning; and when she sees the two of them together in the cafeteria the next morning, she lets herself be called over by a couple of her new friends and sits with them instead.
"So," she says as she nudges herself into the open space between his door and doorframe when she goes over to his room that afternoon, "you and that girl last night. She’s hot!" Flash of tongue as she grins at him, waggles her eyebrows, and he grins back as she joins him on the bed, wall at their backs.
"Yeah," he says. He circles something in the course catalogue in his lap, folds down the page, closes it. No eyebrow-waggle, no tongue-flash, just yeah.
She elbows him. “What’s up?”
"Nothing," he says. Says it like it’s something, but something he can’t talk to her about. Which is ridiculous.
Extremely Thin Premises presents A Lazy Miaou Jones Story-like Thingie Craig Tucker as “Spaceman Craig” in The Stripper Who Loved Me also starring Clyde Donovan and Stan Marsh as The Jocks [ :/ or \0/ — only you can decide! ]
“It’d could go either way Clyde. After a round of [paper, scissors, craig wins] the loser jumps into the pit.”
“what the fuck is craig wins? WHERE’D THE ROCK GO?”
“Meaning, I’ll always win. And rocks will always be lame.”
“FINE. DURING NUCLEAR WINTER, WHEN WE BARRICADE OURSELVES IN MY BASEMENT, IMMA STUFF MY ASS WITH ALL THE FOOD AND HOG ALL THE BLANKETS. STARVE AND FREEZE YOUR ASS TO DEATH CRAIG.”
“…Love you Clyde.”
“Oh. I love you too Craig :D”
”Works every time.”
I’m still laughing so hard I can barely see through the tears to type this, so I hope the typos are minimal. (I don’t know why I even asked this, but I’ve kind of been obsessing on zombie apocalypse lately…)
[20 min ficlet] tweek, clyde, kevin - primary colors
20 minutes each (40 min total) on Write or Die, for w0rmsign double prompt: Tweek - cherry Nyquil / Clyde and Kevin - UFO
Tweek turned his head from side to side, scanning the full length of the shelf. He reached up and grasped some of his hair, feeling the familiar pull when he turned to scan back to the other side along the next shelf down. Why were there so many different cough syrups? And they were all for something slightly different. It didn’t make sense! He just had a cough, and he wanted not to cough. Which was the syrup for that?
He let go of his hair in favor of covering his mouth as another cough worked its way out of his lungs. He knew you were supposed to cover your mouth so you didn’t spread your germs to other people, but then didn’t that mean he was covering his hand with germs? It didn’t matter that they were his own germs—they were what was making him sick, weren’t they? So why would he want to catch them with his bare, naked, exposed hand? Now that the germs were on his hand, out here in the air with all the germs that had escaped other people’s bodies, people who didn’t cover their mouths like that kid he’d seen in the candy aisle or the old lady with the walker standing in line at the pharmacy—jesus, she had to have something awful, if she was getting a prescription instead of over the counter medicine like Tweek. And now those germs were flying through the air and some of them had probably spotted the germs Tweek had coughed up onto his own hand, and what if Tweek’s germs were, like, super hot or something? They were making Tweek feel pretty hot, so they were probably hot to other germs, who were probably speeding up their floating through the air in order to zoom down to Tweek’s germs. They were probably getting it on: jesus, Tweek’s hand had probably become the Spring Break of the germ world.
[20 min ficlet] kyle/stan - while you're in the world
20 minutes on Write or Die, for kyley_b prompt: Kyle/Stan - insomnia
While You’re In the World
Something in Kyle’s voice told Stan he’d been saying Stan’s name for a while. Still, he hadn’t shaken Stan’s shoulder or even touched him, as far as Stan could tell, and so it couldn’t be an emergency. Stan kept his eyes shut and did his best to sink back down into the sleep that was calling to him so sweetly.
Kyle was pretty sweet, too, though. And if there wasn’t an emergency, if Kyle didn’t need Stan for something, that must mean he was calling Stan as sweetly as sleep because he wanted Stan.