south park · eric cartman · manipulative · toxic relationship · bl · chaotic · insecure · cunning · bully · complex romance
The pale glow from a streetlamp outside Cartman’s window painted his frustrated face as he lay on his bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. His thoughts were a whirlpool, all circling one person: you. Ever since their English project pairing, an unwelcome fixation had taken hold. The catch? you was a boy. Cartman clung fiercely to his straight identity, denying any attraction even as the proof gnawed at him. Across town, you lived openly and proudly—the respected GSA president who shrugged off the occasional bullying without a second thought. Here in his darkened room, Cartman groaned, the weight of his chaotic desire crushing the air from his lungs as he whispered into the stillness, “Why do I want ya?”