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brook1yn-baby · 10 months

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all mine

main 4 dating hcs <3

characters; kyle broflovski, stan marsh, kenny mccormick, eric cartman x gender-neutral reader

warnings; just a smidge of smut :3

a/n; first actual post 😱 also theyre like 18/19 in this

kyle broflovski:

he’s absolutely lovesick.

bro wrote and performed a love song for rebecca when he was in 3rd grade

you can be damn sure he’s doing that and more for you

only in private though, not big on pda, especially when you’re around his friends

you both know how much he likes you, so he doesn’t feel the need to put on a show when you’re in public

he’ll sling a loose arm around your shoulders while he’s talking to the guys or sit next to you during lunch, little things that tell you he’s still yours

his jealousy does sometimes get the better of him though

probably a little insecure in the relationship, scared he’s gonna lose you to cartman like he did with heidi

one time the five of you were at a party and kyle started squaring up to guy who’d asked you if you were single

sorta gave you the ick but he made up for it by walking you home, giving you a tipsy goodnight kiss and a lopsided grin before stumbling over your porch steps and heading back to stan’s place, the other guys having to hold him up the whole way there

that was the first and last time you’d seen him drink

after you told him about his attempt to fight some random guy, he decided that it’d probably be better for everyone if he stuck to being the designated driver

oh and he loves how close you are with his family

the first time he invited you over for dinner, he was terrified about his parents embarrassing him

almost cancelled when his mom wouldn’t stop saying that her ‘little bubaleh’ was in love

still, you managed to charm them the whole night, asking questions about gerald’s job and helping sheila clean up after dinner, even enduring ike’s constant questioning about if you and kyle were gonna get married

that’s when he knew he’d found the right one

definitely ended the night with your guys’ first kiss <3

stan marsh:

i’m gonna be honest he’s a fucking loser

definitely not the most attentive boyfriend you’ve ever had, but probably the best you were gonna get in south park

it’s a small town and options are slim, so you often had to give stan the benefit of the doubt

absolutely terrible at replying to messages

if you two aren’t physically together, you probably don’t talk

luckily for you, he’s a whiny bitch and will most definitely complain when he’s not with you

meaning most of your free time is spent at his house, listening as he practices guitar, playing video games or just laying in his arms

you could go to his and just nap the whole time and he’d still be happier than if you weren’t with him

you know his relationship with his dad isn’t the best, so you have to be prepared for many late-night ‘can i come over’ texts

most of the time it’s because randy’s drunk or just being a dick and he can’t stand to be around him

and obviously, you’re his safe place

sometimes though, his messages are a little less innocent

he’s a teenage boy at the end of the day, and he has needs

(as do you ;))

you and stan have a pretty stable relationship in comparison to him and wendy, but there’s been times when you two had to go on a break

whether it’s because of his constant need to be around you or his drinking, sometimes you just needed space

you and shelley def complain about him together when you’re on a break

she’s a couple years older but she gets it better than anyone

her own relationship was pretty rocky too, so it was nice to just vent to eachother, probably with a bottle of wine and takeout

it was probably a little weird that you still hung out with his sister when you and him were on a break, but you honestly didn’t care

you and stan never stay broken up for long though, the both of you eventually crawling back

maybe it was a little toxic, maybe you knew it wasn’t really gonna last, but for now, you had him and he had you

that’s all that mattered <3

kenny mccormick:

good old kenny mcwhoremick.

despite the rumours of his promiscuous lifestyle, his body count was actually significantly lower than you expected

not that you cared; you were actually quite happy that he was so experienced- not many boys your age knew how to pleasure both themselves and their partner

he wasn’t just great in bed, either

he’s quick to fall for you, infatuated with you after just a few meetings

immediately takes on a sort of caring role in the relationship, definitely protective, similarly to how he looks after karen

it was nice to have someone so doting, though you had to remind him a few times that you could take care of yourself

he simply shakes his head, stubborn as ever

speaking of karen, you adored her

anytime kenny invited you to his house, you spent most of your time playing dolls with her or letting her do your hair

he loved how motherly you acted towards her

probably got him thinking about starting a family with you tbh

he absolutely loves showing you off, be it with pda, on social media, whatever

you were his and he wanted everyone to know

definitely has a highlight on insta dedicated to photos of you, and a playlist of songs that remind him of you

(also of songs that he’d thought about fucking you to)

though you do spend lots of time at his house now, he was really against the idea when you first started dating

you’d suggest watching a movie at his place and he’d come up with some excuse to do it at yours instead

it wasn’t that he didn’t want to spend time with you, he was just embarrassed of where he lived after years of teasing from the other boys

one day you decided to show up out of the blue, wanting to surprise him for his birthday with presents

he’s gobsmacked when he opens the door, quickly trying to divert your attention away from the mess in his living room, his parents passed out on the couch

you reassure him that you don’t mind, asking if he wanted you to go; you really wanted to stay and see his reactions to your gifts, but you weren’t going to push him if he was uncomfortable

he was relieved when you said you didn’t mind, finally inviting you in

it was the first time he’d let a partner into his house which was terrifying in itself, but he calmed down when he saw how relaxed you seemed, getting comfy on his bed and waiting for him to open his presents

you obviously didn’t care how messy his home was, or how his parents weren’t the best at looking after their kids

you only cared about him <3

eric cartman:

listen, as much as i love the enemies to lovers trope with cartman, i love the fake dating trope even more

(and i love combining the two the most teehee)

cartman had recently received some pretty embarrassing information about you, and decided to make the most of it while he’s coming up with his newest scheme

you had had a crush on one of the other boys in your class for a few months and, even though you’d only told your closest friends, somehow he’d found out

so, in order to make heidi jealous, he’d forced you to be his pretend partner in exchange for not telling your crush you liked him

it was humiliating- having to hold his hand as he walked you to class, sitting with him at lunch, enduring his sickly-sweet pet names..

..only at first, though

after a few weeks, you’d come to enjoy the routine the fake relationship provided

you also found that you actually liked spending time with eric, and he could be pretty funny when it was just you two

you did your best to shove your feelings down, slightly ashamed and pissed off that you liked him, of all people

still, it couldn’t be helped- you had stopped staring longingly at your crush during class, eyes fixed on cartman across the room

it didn’t help that heidi didn’t seem too jealous either, causing him to ramp up the ‘pretend’ affection

when you were around him, he acted like he couldn’t get enough of you; playing with your hair, caressing your face, all the while keeping a strong arm around your shoulders, like he wanted to keep you close to him

as much as you liked the attention he was giving you, it was infuriating knowing he was only like this to get heidi back

it all came to a head when he tried to kiss you as she walked past you both in the hallway

you pushed him back, all of the feelings you’d been forcing down suddenly overflowing, choking on tears as you walked away

you knew when he didn’t bother following you that this relationship really was just pretend to him

it wasn’t until later that night when he showed up on your doorstep, hands in his pockets, sighing, that you realised maybe you were wrong

he obviously wasn’t big on apologising but tried his best, looking slightly annoyed as he admitted that he’d only blackmailed you into being his fake partner because he knew you’d say no if he actually asked you out

his logic was completely insane to you, but from eric’s point of view, he genuinely saw it as his only option to call you his partner

your heart melted as you thought about how he went through all that just because he had a crush on you

you don’t say anything in response, shocking him a little as you walk towards him, wrapping your arms around him and laying your head on his chest

sure, you’d hugged before, but it was awkward and emotionless, just pretend

this was different- his arms enveloped you, pulling you close as you felt him laugh

he was most definitely gonna tease you later for being ‘obsessed’ with him, but you could deal with it

after all, you were really, actually his <3

#brook1yn-baby #south park #kyle brovlofski #kyle broflovski x reader #stan marsh #stan marsh x reader #kenny mccormick #kenny mcormick x reader #eric cartman #eric cartman x reader #headcanon #fanfic

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spiderrmax · 1 year

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main 4 + s/o on their period

request: can u do like the main 4 x s/o on their period 🙏🙏 author's note: the request didn't specify pronouns so the reader is written as gender neutral but is afab! also a lot of this is based on my experience w my period

Stan Marsh

Knows the most out of the boys due to his sister + his mom

Is still a bit awkward about it though, but won’t shame you for it. knows you can't control it

A bit embarrassed about buying you menstrual products but also knows it’s worst for you so he just keeps his head down.

Doesn’t mind lying with you if it helps. Will do the thing where he holds you from behind and places his hands over your stomach in order to provide some comfort

Knows what kinda snacks his mom and sister have when they’re on their period so he makes sure to get those kinda things.

Is sympathetic if you’re emotional. Won’t understand why you’re crying about a spoon but won’t make any rude comments to you or anyone else.

lets you borrow clothes if you want something loose to wear. also likes seeing you in his clothing :)

Kyle Broflovski

Doesn’t know a lot before dating you because he never cared to learn. His mom probably told him the basics but that’s it

But! Does so much research once he gets into a relationship with you.

Will bring over snacks that he read were beneficial for periods.

“I read that bananas are good for your period because of the potassium.” You call him a nerd but it’s very sweet

his sweetness causes you to cry because he's a "good boyfriend" and he panics while also being happy you think so much of him

Will try to provide advice based on his research but also knows that sometimes the best thing he can do is just lay with you and watch some stupid romance movie.

Also doesn’t mind buying menstrual products! Probably would get shit for it but just argues that his friends are single and wouldn’t get it

Eric Cartmen

Knows nothing about periods; might call you gross at first

Won’t buy you menstrual products, but if you are dating for a while he’ll probably buy something to have at his house. He won’t mention it though, it’s just there one day.

However he has his good moments. One time you bled through your pants and he let you tie his jacket around your waist because you didn’t have one.

Of course he covered it up by saying he couldn’t be seen with a mess and you’d just embarrass him, but you know he means well. His tell is that he won't make eye contact

Would probably say something that’d accidentally upset you, but would awkwardly console you until you stop crying.

Shares his food with you if it’s something you are craving. Gets to the point where he just automatically gives you a piece while his friends stare in shock.

He's probably the best to cuddle with on your period! He's really warm naturally and that would help with any cramps or soreness

Kenny Mccormick

Also knows nothing about periods. Probably died and missed sex-ed

But! Will ask you a lot of questions to know specifically about your period.

If you send him to buy menstrual products, he will get lost. Send him with a description of the product you want. Would accidentally buy panty liners thinking they are pads

Would love to cuddle if you’re up to it! Has no problem laying in whatever way helps you. He is at your disposal

Will console you if you’re upset; lets you place your head in the crook of his neck if you’re crying about something. gets that it makes you emotional. you two will laugh later about some of the things you've cried about.

if he's at your house, will def try and make you food to eat. will pop popcorn or make boxed brownies. sometimes they don't turn out great but hey. he means well

Rents movies if you just wanna relax. he's so go w the flow. just listens to what you need and will do it!

#south park x reader #stan marsh x reader #kyle broflovski x reader #eric cartman x reader #kenny mccormick x reader

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kira-broflovski · 1 year

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Secret || Kyle Broflovski x Reader

note: characters are aged up to high school!! decided to add an element of social media into this one 🫣

It was an evening just like any other in the Marsh residence. However, in a moment of impulse, Randy decided to treat Sharon for a night out.

Shelly was now in charge of her younger brother and sister, Stan and Y/N. Not that either of you needed supervision considering you were in your senior year of high school. Your older sister was fully aware of this, so she just kept to herself in the living room.

She decided to reside downstairs, also knowing that you and Stan would stay in your respective rooms.

Playing all the video games he wanted with nobody to tell him to keep it down, Stan lazed about in his room and mumbled along to his gaming playlist that was blasting from his speaker. He sat back without a care in the world. Although, he was starting to get a little hungry.

Then, there was you. Cool wind was blowing in from your wide-open window, your 'love' playlist contrasting the music coming from your brother's room, as you laid on your bed and texted your boyfriend.

The boyfriend that nobody else knew about, none other than Kyle Broflovski, of course.

You had been dating Kyle for a few months now, and how you haven't been caught is a mystery to both of you.

Most of your conversations did happen over the phone for the sake of not blowing your cover, just like the conversation you were having with him right now. God forbid Stan found out about his own best friend dating his twin sister!

You mentioned your parents were out, so Kyle decided to play a risky game.

Curious, you slowly turned your head to look at the window like your boyfriend had said to do. You jumped out of surprise, not exactly expecting said boyfriend to be leaning into the window.

"Kyle?" You whisper-shouted.

"Help me in." He laughed.

You scrambled out of bed to help, not wanting him to get hurt.

Your room was at the side of the house where the garage was underneath the window, so Kyle had somehow got onto the roof and waited for you to notice him standing in your open window.

"What are you doing here?" You asked, sitting back down on your bed.

"Uh, I didn't want to wait to see you again." He shot you a sheepish smile that you couldn't stay mad at.

Shaking your head and laughing quietly, you patted the bed next to you and he immediately sat down beside you. He threw his arms around you, unable to contain his affection. You laid back, still holding Kyle in your arms, and he gladly leaned back with you, getting as close as physically possible.

Thankfully, the music playing from both your room and Stan's room was loud enough that your brother next door couldn't hear anything, nor could Shelly downstairs.

After taking a deep breath, Kyle mumbled into your neck, "this is nice."

"Yeah, it is."

Due to your relationship being a secret, moments like these were rare. But that made you both appreciate them much more.

The last time Kyle was able to sneak in was a month ago. He told his parents he would be at Stan's, which wasn't a total lie, but they didn't know Stan was out on a camping trip with his scouts group.

Everything was going well. You and Kyle just laying in each other's arms, listening to music and talking about whatever came to mind.

It seems, however, the music was a little too loud as you didn't hear Stan walking downstairs, back up, and down the hall.

"Hey, Y/N, Shelly's ordering food so— what the fuck!?" He interrupted himself when he saw a random person laying with you.

"Oh shit!" You yelped.

"Who the fuck is that?" He couldn't see who it was as Kyle's hood was up and he was facing away from the door, where Stan was stood with his arms crossed.

"Uh..." You had no idea what to say. What could you say?

Kyle slowly got off of you, still refusing to turn around and face his best friend. This was not how either of you were expecting your relationship to be found out.

"Well?" Stan stepped closer.

Knowing there was no getting out of it, Kyle slowly turned around and looked at him.

"Kyle!?"

"Now, Stan, listen—" you started.

"Listen? What the fuck is going on here?" Your brother exploded. "Guys, I'm not fucking stupid, so don't treat me like I am."

"We never said you were," Kyle mumbled.

If looks could kill, Kyle would be dead where he sat.

"Of all people, you decided to date my best friend?"

"Stan."

"How long have the both of you been doing all this behind my back?"

"Stan!"

"Answer my question, Y/N."

"A few months." You mumbled.

"Months!?" He yelled out of disbelief, feeling like he had been betrayed by two of the closest people in his life. "Are you fucking kidding me?"

"Listen! For once, just fucking listen." You got up and stood in front of him, getting fed up of his shouting.

Kyle stared at the floor and played with his hands nervously.

"Neither of us can control who we like, alright? And we just so happen to like each other. We knew you'd try to stop us, so we kept it from you and have been dating in secret." You stated calmly. "He treats me so fucking well and makes me feel like nobody ever has in my life, so excuse me for wanting what's best for me, Stan."

"But my best friend? Really?"

In reality, he had no idea what else to say. He knew you were right as he knows you've been happier the past few months.

"Hey, I didn't say shit when you started dating Wendy!" Now it was your turn to get mad.

Your brother stared back and forth at the two of you in disbelief, trying to find something to say. "Just wait until mom and dad find out about this."

You simply rolled your eyes in response, and Stan turned to Kyle.

"I'll tell your fucking parents as well, about how you've secretly been dating my sister. I'm sure they'll love that!" He pointed a finger deep into Kyle's chest, before turning around and storming out, slamming the door on his way out.

A couple minutes of uncomfortable silence passed before Kyle peeped up. "That could've gone a lot better..."

"Tell me about it." You sat back down and grabbed your phone.

"What are you doing?"

"Texting Shelly what we want to eat."

#kyle broflovski x reader #kyle broflovski #south park #south park x reader #south park x y/n #south park boys #stan marsh #shelly marsh #randy marsh #sharon marsh

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vikkirosko · 1 year

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Hello, could I request Gregory, Stan, Kyle, Craig, Clyde and Jimmy with a female s/o with who they have to fight for who wears the pants in the relationship? Like she just randomly pops out in their house with a bouquet of flowers, handmade chocolates, or even little gifts!

Maybe them reacting to the reader kneeling in front of them in the middle of the recces and hand them a real ring while saying:

"[his complete name] will you marry me?"

Headcanons Primacy in relationship

💙 Stan Marsh x fem!Reader 🐶

From the very beginning of your relationship, there was a certain rivalry between you and Stan. Neither you nor he admitted it. The reason for your rivalry was that you could not decide who in your relationship is in some sense the main one. Stan could give you flowers and the next day you could give him a box of handmade chocolates

Stan never scolded them for your attentions. He was embarrassed by your gifts but continued to grumble, telling you that it was he who should give you gifts and not you to him, however, you ignored his mutterings. Sometimes you came to his house with gifts. Sometimes you brought him sweets or other sweets that you made yourself or some small gifts that made him blush and you smiled proudly, rejoicing that your gift pleased him

He will never forget the most embarrassing thing that you did during your entire relationship. That day you approached him with the most serious expression you could have. When you got down on one knee in front of him, he was very confused and tried to find out from you what you were doing. Instead of answering, you took his hand in yours and asked if he would marry you

Stan remembered that incident for a long time, but you were not embarrassed about it, but only smiled broadly at him and said that when you get older you will repeat your offer before he decides to propose to you. Stan knew you were serious, but he wasn't going to give you such an important thing as a marriage proposal

💚 Kyle Broflovski x fem!Reader ✡️

From the very beginning of your relationship, there was a little competition between you and Kyle. You were the one who invited him to meet and it would seem that there was nothing wrong with that, but after that you seemed to alternate signs of attention. Then he could give you something, then you. There was nothing wrong with that, but it bothered Kyle a little

You loved giving him gifts. You could come to him with sweets that you made yourself or brought him some small gifts, some of which were also made by your hands. You liked to give him gifts for no reason and Kyle kept up with you, also gave you gifts. Neither he nor you acknowledged the fact of a small rivalry, but others saw it

The most unusual of all your attentions was when you approached him at school at recess with the most serious expression on his face that he had ever seen you. At first he thought that something bad had happened, but you got down on one knee and asked him if he would marry you

Kyle was very confused by your words and could not immediately answer you anything. You didn't mean it to him that time, but that didn't mean you weren't planning to repeat your question in a few years, when you're older and ready for a new stage in your relationship

🖕 Craig Tucker x fem!Reader 🚀

Craig didn't attach much importance to who was supposed to be in charge of the relationship, but he didn't give up on rivalry, even if it was rivalry with you. The main reason for your rivalry was that you both wanted to be in charge of your relationship. You called each other on dates and gave each other different gifts, as if trying to figure out which of you would do more in your relationship

You often came to visit Craig and gave him gifts. Usually it was flowers, sweets that you made yourself, or small gifts. His sister, every time you came with gifts, found reasons to tease him, but you didn't pay attention to it, continuing to give him gifts

The most embarrassing event was when you came to him during the big break at school and got down on one knee in front of him. He didn't understand what you were going to do, but he kept a calm expression on his face. However, when you took the real ring out of your pocket and asked if he would marry you, he could not keep calm. However, he was still able to keep his voice calm and agree to your sudden proposal

Craig was thinking about what was waiting for you in the future and that you could well start a life together, but he did not expect that you would get ahead of him and make him an offer. He wasn't against your future together, but he wasn't going to completely give you the upper hand in the relationship. You may have proposed to him, but he planned to do a lot to catch up

🌮 Clyde Donovan x fem!Reader 💧

When Clyde was dating Bebe, he used to give her gifts and be active in the relationship. When you started dating him, he thought that little would change compared to his past relationships. However, this was not the case. You were much more active in the relationship and in a sense competed with him for supremacy in your relationship

You often gave him gifts. You didn't see anything strange in this, often giving him various little things, whether it's handmade sweets or some other small gifts. Clyde liked your gifts, but he always tried to give you more than you gave him. It didn't bother you, and you continued to give him gifts, sometimes even coming to his house to give him a gift

Clyde has always been sure that if your relationship moves to a new level, he will be the one who will make you an offer. He thought to do it in some special setting so that you would be happy, but he didn't even have time to make an attempt. You beat him to it by getting down on one knee in front of him right at school and with a real ring asking if he would marry you

A variety of emotions mixed up in Clyde's soul, but in the end, what was most like happiness took over, causing him to blush violently and his eyes began to water. You had to hug him so he wouldn't start crying, mumbling about how much he loves you. He was genuinely happy to hear you propose, rejoicing that you loved him so much and it no longer mattered to him that you were the first to propose to him, and not him to you

🎭 Jimmy Valmer x fem!Reader 🎙

Jimmy has always been a gentleman and this quality of his has not disappeared even when you started dating. He always tried to make you feel good, gave you various gifts and often complimented you, causing you a sincere smile. However, you never remained in debt to him, giving him gifts in return and just giving him something to please him

You often gave him different gifts. It could be handmade sweets, flowers or some nice little things. Jimmy liked your gifts and he was glad of them, but sometimes it seemed to him that there was an unspoken competition between you in which you tried to find out who had a leading position in your relationship

He received the most unusual and exciting gift from you when one day you got down on one knee in front of him with the most serious expression on your face. You took a real ring out of your pocket and asked if he would marry you, causing shock to everyone around you and embarrassment on Jimmy's face, who least expected this

Jimmy stuttered a lot, trying to say yes, but when he finally managed it, a happy smile appeared on your face. You were genuinely glad, even though your words greatly puzzled him. He thought he would be the one to propose to you, but he wasn't upset about it. He was glad that your feelings and thoughts were similar

🗡 Gregory of Yardale x fem!Reader ⛸️

From the first day you met Gregory was gallant and polite towards you. You responded to him with friendliness and didn't mind spending time with him. When your relationship changed from friendly to romantic, he continued to be gallant, polite and affectionate towards you and often gave you gifts to please you, but you also gave him gifts, absolutely not seeing anything strange or unusual in this

It didn't bother you that sometimes his reaction to your gifts was unusual. He was surprised that you gave him gifts no less often than he did. Sometimes it seemed like there was a rivalry between you for supremacy in your relationship, but you never talked about it, so he never talked about it with you, especially since he liked your gifts

Usually you gave him flowers, handmade sweets or some small gifts, but one of your gifts shocked him a lot. It was a ring. The real ring that you handed him, getting down on one knee in front of him and asking if he would marry you. This question put him at a dead end, but seeing your expectant look, he agreed, hurrying to lift you from his knees

Gregory didn't know what to do. He didn't expect you to propose to him, but that didn't mean he was going to refuse. His feelings for you were strong and even though it didn't happen the way he planned, he was still going to connect his life with yours

#south park #south park x reader #south park headcanons #Stan Marsh #Stan Marsh x Reader #Kyle Broflovski #Kyle Broflovski x Reader #Craig Tucker #Craig Tucker x Reader #Clyde Donovan #Clyde Donovan x Reader #Jimmy Valmer #Jimmy Valmer x Reader #Gregory of Yardale #Gregory of Yardale x Reader

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angelicyouth · 1 year

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Youth ; Chapter 1

⇢ pairing: kenny mccormick x marsh!reader x craig tucker

⇢ synopsis: ❝Growing up with the boys as the sole girl of the group, it was only natural for them to grow protective over their pseudo-little sister as the years went by.❞

⇢ [AO3 link] ; [series masterlist] ; [next]

“....-N…. Y/N..? Helloooo? Y/N!”

I jolt when I hear someone calling my name through the music I’m listening to. I take off my headphones and let it hang around the back of my neck, answering without looking away from the computer screen in front of me.

“My bad, what?” I question disinterestedly as the music continues to play faintly below my ears. The clicking of my mouse can finally be heard since I threw my headphones on for full immersion a while back.

“The guys are coming over, throw on some pants.”

I take my eyes away from the RPG that I’m currently playing and when I notice that my brother is wearing nothing but boxers and a graphic tee, I lazily lift an eyebrow at him.

“What?” He mocks as siblings typically do when he notices my condescending gaze and I roll my eyes at him, saving the progress I’ve made on my game.

“Clyde got that new video game we were talking about last week.” He continues to say as he lifts his body up from his laidback stance against my door frame, typing something on his cellphone. Probably the guys telling him that they’re on their way.

I hum a simple hmm in answer to him as I get up from my chair and stretch the kinks in my body after spending the past few hours sitting down.

"Oh yeah, do you know whose burrito is in the fridge?” My brother distractedly asks as I take my time walking to my closet to look for some shorts to throw on.

Similar to my brother, my current attire is just an oversized band tee and my underwear. On me, however, it reaches my mid-thighs. Dwarfing my body, I wear these types of shirts often to sleep as a makeshift pajama dress, meaning I forgo any bottoms since no one but my family sees me like this. Because of this, my brother and I wear each other's shirts, which is often the cause of our mom’s headaches when we fight over clothes.

“You know it’s mine.” I quickly glare at him as I pull the article of clothing out from its designated shelf.

I do this carefully so that I don’t disrupt the other pajama bottoms its in between because Lord knows that if I fuck up this area in my closet, I’ll carelessly handle my other clothing until the whole closet becomes a rat's nest.

It’s already messed up here so it shouldn’t matter if I do the same to everything else. I’ll clean it soon anyways… Not.

“Yep, I know. I already ate it.” He laughs, a shit eating grin on his face as he slams my bedroom door shut. The sound of his feet quickly hitting the floor can also be heard as he runs to wherever the fuck he decided to hide.

“STAN, YOU DICK!” I yell, pulling up my shorts in anger.

I grumble and pout to myself while I do a quick check in the mirror to make sure I’m presentable. I was looking forward to reheating my leftovers after getting in a good amount of progress on my game.

Why the hell do siblings touch shit that isn’t theirs? Ugh. And the audacity he has to directly ask me about it when he already ate it. If he's still hungry, I'll just give him a knuckle sandwich.

I throw myself onto my bed to check my phone since I went MIA for the past couple of hours that I was preoccupied with the gaming world. The date catches my attention and I grimace when I notice that tomorrow would be the first day of sophomore year. It’s easy to lose track of summer when this shitty town is covered in snow all year round. Hearing the front door slam open and multiple muffled voices overlapping, I bring myself downstairs to the living room and spot Clyde putting a disc into the gaming console in front of the television.

“Sup?” I call out to no one in particular with multiple variations of hey being thrown back at me.

I jump over the back of the couch and settle myself in between Kenny and Tweek, with Tolkien sitting to the right of the coffee addict. Kenny automatically pulls my legs up to settle over his lap, resting a hand on my calf as he fiddles with his phone with the unoccupied one.

“How the hell do you guys not have any cheesy poofs? What kind of household is this? I’ve been busting my balls for years waiting for this game to come out and when the day finally arrives, I can’t even enjoy it with the best snack ever?? I’d expect this from broke ass Kinny but not the Marsh’s!” Cartman complains as he follows the ever aloof Craig over to where the rest of us are lounging, stomping his feet from the kitchen to the dining room in a normal Cartman-like tantrum.

“Shut up, fatass! Stans ordering pizza so stop complaining before we put a limit to your slices!” Kyle threatens from the kitchen while Kenny and I roll our eyes.

“You’re welcome to leave.” I sarcastically mumble with my eyes still trained on Clyde setting everything up. He always looks really cute when he's concentrating.

“Oh shut up Y/N, this is your poorass pantry I’m talking about.” Cartman shoots back as he dramatically plops down on a seat at the dining table, his head down on the tabletop and his arms stretched out on either side next to Butters. I flash my middle finger at his pathetic display and see that Craig is sending him one too so I snicker when the black haired boy and I make eye contact.

“Instead of bitching, here's a suggestion. Why don’t you make your fat self useful for once and get some at the store then? You can even take it back to your house and just stay there for the rest of the night.” I snark back despite the sickeningly sweet tone of voice I adorn.

“Aye!” Fatass sits up and yells back at me before Kyle walks into the room, rolling his eyes.

“Dude. You can lay off the snacks for one night, can’t you? Cause you know, I’m pretty sure you have enough fat stored in your body to last you without any type of food for a few months and you’d still be alive.”

“Shut up, Craig!”

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Loud, but this is just a typical night in with the boys. The boys, meaning Team Stan, Team Craig, and of course, Butters. We all hang out together as one but like any other group, there are cliques within it. I guess they formed when we were younger and would play games that required opposing teams having to go against each other.

Having to split, these are the groups that always formed when we played stuff like catch or basketball, and why the guys in each respective teams are a bit closer to one another as opposed to the other team. They naturally formed because Stan, Kenny, Cartman, and Kyle live near each other whereas Craig, Tweek, Tolkien, Clyde, and Jimmy live closer to one another.

Of course, I’m usually in my brother's “team” and this works out for us because Butters typically likes to sit our games out and play moderator instead.

Speaking of. My brother, Stan, and I are actually twins. Because of this, our parents decided to separate us and have Stan and I go to different schools when we got into elementary. They wanted to encourage us to be independent individuals and to make our own friends, instead of being comfortable with sticking together after we went to preschool together. Yes, we met all the guys and became friends with them when I still attended the same place as my brother, but my parents were worried that I wasn’t spending enough time with other girls my age.

Even though I went to a separate elementary school and middle school than the others, I still grew up and spent all of my time with them when we were outside of school. Because of this, I’m still as close to everyone else as they are with each other.

This year, however, my parents finally decided that we were old enough to make the decision of whether or not my brother and I wanted to finally attend the same school. Of course, I jumped at the opportunity to go to school with my older brother and our friends. Well, okay. It was more like I insistently begged them and they finally caved in and gave me the green light to transfer.

Gathered around the television on either the floor or the couches and with pizza in our faces, Kyle silently curses as he checks his phone.

“My ma wants me home early since tomorrow is the first day of school.” He informs us, wincing when he remembers the start of a new school year.

“Ack! I completely forgot!” Tweek’s eyes widens and twitches as he clenches his shirt in first day jitters.

“Oh gee, me too! But that means we’ll finally be able to go to school with you, huh, little buddy?” Butters nudges me with his elbow and I smile into the can of soda I’m drinking from.

"Yessss! I can’t wait! I’ll finally be able to meet the other schoolkids at South Park!” I beam, throwing my arms around the blonde and hugging him in euphoria.

Growing up with the boys and being the only girl, everyone has naturally grown to be rather protective over me as they see me as their pseudo-little sister. This meant that they constantly whisked me away from others our age and would promptly pull me away if I ever did something as simple as wave to someone outside of the group. They called it taking me away from the lame-o’s, as Cartman constantly reminded me.

Of course, I knew the other people that my friends are cool with like Timmy, Scott Malkinson, and Dovahkiin. They tag along with us from time to time and it’s a refreshing change of pace when they do.

“I’m also excited about the commute! Finally, I get to catch some more sleep in the morning because mom or dad don’t have to drive me thirty minutes just to get to North Park!” Cue me dramatically fake sobbing into Butters shoulders as he consoles me by petting my hair.

“There, there, buddy. You won’t have to worry anymore!” I giggle as Craig pulls me away from the little cutie.

“Lameee, I already see your ugoo face enough. I don’t need to see it at school either.”

"Shut up, Cartman. How do you think we’ve felt seeing your fatass in and out of school for all of our lives? That’s a decade too much.” Kyle tiredly says.

“Aye!”

“Well, I’m excited to finally see my bestie at school!” Clyde throws his arms around my shoulders from behind me. We giggle to each other in excitement as I place my hands on his arms.

“I’m going to get so much second-hand embarrassment when I finally get to see you try to flirt with a girl, Clydey.”

“Y/N! You wound me! Did you forget that I’m the most handsomest, most charming, and most smoothest guy in school—no. In all of South Park!” Clyde boasts while I continue to laugh, consolingly patting his arms in pity for his delusions.

“Besides, I wouldn’t think to do that anymore now that I have my baby girl going to school with me!” He says as he puckers up his lips and exaggeratedly makes kissing sounds towards me.

I’m still laughing as I lightly block his face from me. Clyde is always so silly and more sensitive than the guys (ahem, a crybaby, ahem), making him my partner in crime in stupid antics like this.

“Dude.” Stan pinches the space between his eyes and furrows his brows at the obnoxious flirting. The boys and I play flirt all the time for fun, but mostly to annoy my brother.

“You’re like this now, Stan, but wait until tomorrow. In a small town like Shit Park, a new student will be the talk of the school.” Tolkien slyly smirks, trying to get into the ravenette’s overprotective head.

“Oh shit. Fuck, I forgot. You’re fresh meat.” My brother stares at me uncomfortably, his face going pale at the overwhelming thought.

“Leave him alone, guys… Besides, my princess will have her trusty knight by her side.” Kenny gloats.

When we were younger, there was a fantasy game we liked to play, involving a “Stick of Truth” that we fought for. Kenny chose to be a princess at that time to cheekily spend more time with me, another princess in the game. The pet name stuck and has been something he’s fondly called me from then on.

“More like mangy dog. You’re just going to drop her as soon as you see someone else with legs and a pulse, McWhoremick.” Craig deadpans, setting Kenny off as he clenches his jaw in anger.

“Anyways!” I cut them off before it escalates, “I’m most excited to see the poor girls you guys have dated!” I teasingly smirk.

“No. No, no! Respect my authoritah, Y/N! I'm seriously! Don’t come anywhere near those stupid skanks, nothing good ever comes out of girls!”

Cartman always gets defensive when his ex or any of the girls that the boys know gets brought up. Probably because the guys still clown him for the voicemail they got ahold of when we were kids, crying and threatening to commit suicide if she didn’t get back together with him. They like to joke around and say that they’d use “dying pig Cartman” the way those rappers use voicemails in their hit songs.

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As I lay in bed after the guys go home, I restlessly toss and turn, repositioning myself in bed for hours into the night. I can never sleep due to both excitement and anxiety before the start of any school year. Deeming all my attempts futile, I pull out my phone from under my pillow and text the group chat to see if anyone else was in the same boat as me.

GROUP CHAT (EVERYONE)

N/N: yoooo

Toolshed (Stan): nooooo (barf emoji)

N/N: aye! fucking RUDE >:(

N/N: imma stuff you back into mom’s womb

HumanKite (Kyle): LOL gross dude.

theCoon (Cartman): not as gross as ur mom’s jew vagina

HumanKite (Kyle): Shut the fuck up, fatass.

theCoon (Cartman): you know, its ironic you call me that when you have a fat bitch mom!

SuperCraig (Craig): idk cartman, your mom’s must be gaping to have been able to push a fat baby like you out

Mysterion (Kenny): LMAOOO tru dat

Mysterion (Kenny): phat pussy

theCoon (Cartman): AYE! at least my mom didn’t willingly fuck a soulless ginger like urs craig!

SuperCraig (Craig): (middle finger emoji)

Tupperware (Tolkien): Your mom literally did, Cartman…

HumanKite (Kyle): Fucking dumbass.

theCoon (Cartman): details, DETAILS

theCoon (Cartman): his parents are still together so she still does!

HumanKite (Kyle): Yeah, but that just means your poor mom has to work hard to make enough money to feed herself and 10 other people because you eat enough for an army.

theCoon (Cartman): shut up you fucking JEW!!!

N/N: i can’t sleep :(

Toolshed (Stan): no one cares lol

N/N: shut up

N/N: you know how theres always a twin who's less attractive, even when they're identical?

N/N: that's you, stanley

N/N: ur just bitter cause im the cuter twin

Toolshed (Stan): ur literally ugoo but i admire ur confidence i guess

Tupperware (Tolkien): I never get why you always insult each other's looks, you're literally twins

ProfChaos (Butters): poor buddy

ProfChaos (Butters): want me to hop on my switch? we can play animal crossing together until you get sleepy :3

Mosquito (Clyde): oooo, i can’t sleep too so i’ll also visit ur island :D

theCoon (Cartman): laaaame

theCoon (Cartman): kick these pussies out of the chat ffs

theCoon (Cartman): lets hop on our PCs and start an online campaign instead

FastPass (Jimmy): hop on this dick instead :P

Mysterion (Kenny): AYO??

Mosquito (Clyde): LOL, NO HOMO BRO???

FastPass (Jimmy): nah bro, all the homos (sunglasses emoji)

Mysterion (Kenny): AYEEEE

Toolshed (Stan): LMAOOO

FastPass (Jimmy): lmao wait no i was just kidding (crying emoji)

theCoon (Cartman): you guys are fucking idiots.

N/N: ewwww, with cartman?? who can be that desperate, even as a joke jimmy? (barfing emoji)

Mysterion (Kenny): want me to swing by N/N? i know a few ways to make you tired (winking emoji) (smirk emoji) (devil emoji) (tongue emoji)

SuperCraig (Craig): (middle finger emoji)

Toolshed (Stan): DUDE.

WonderTweek (Tweek): Want me to oo br ing you coffee eee tomo rrow Y/N?? ??

Tweek’s twitching often has him typing like this. He doesn’t bother fixing his typos since it’s not hard to make out what he says, anyways.

N/N: my gate is open butters :3

N/N: idk clyde, you trampled on my flowers last time.. >:(

N/N: ily tweek!! <3

Mosquito (Clyde): Y/NNNNN!!! T—T

FastPass (Jimmy): he did it on purpose too, Y/N

FastPass (Jimmy): i saw him

FastPass (Jimmy): i kept telling him not to

FastPass (Jimmy): he laughed like a maniac and everything while he did it

FastPass (Jimmy): he also threatened to chop down your trees

Mosquito (Clyde): LIEEEEES

Mosquito (Clyde): DON’T LISTEN TO HIM Y/N

Mosquito (Clyde): people are always trying to take me down because im HANDSOME so SHUT. UP!!!

Mosquito (Clyde): jealousy is a disease, jimmy, and i hope you get better soon because it looks UGLY on you!!!

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Despite sleeping late due to playing on my switch with Butters and Clyde, I wake up earlier than my alarm multiple times. Because of this, I decide to give up on going back to sleep when I notice that it's not that long until I should start getting ready anyways. I opt to pass the time on my phone instead, scrolling through social media like Coonstagram.

With my morning routine out of the way, I barge into my brother’s room without knocking to make sure he’s not still asleep so we’re not late to the bus stop… and also, to be annoying. After confirming that he is, in fact, awake when he throws a comic book at me, I go downstairs to eat some breakfast.

“I can’t believe you and Stan are already starting your second year of high school… Soon, you’ll be off to college like your sister and leave your father and I behind.” My mom laments as she places a plate of food in front of me.

“Don’t worry, mom. I’m pretty sure Stanley will still be living with you guys until he’s at least 35!” I smile sweetly at her while I spread butter onto my toast, as a muffled AYE! can be heard from upstairs. She tiredly sighs at us for getting onto each other's nerves so early in the morning but I continue to innocently eat my food.

“You remember what we talked about, right?”

“Hmmm..?”

“Even though you're going to school with your brother and the others now, I still want you to try to branch out into other things without them. You’re in high school now and I don’t want you to miss out on once in a lifetime opportunities and experiences because of the boys,” The brunette continues.

“Yeah mom, I know. Don’t worry, I’ll make new girl friends when I try out for sports. Maybe volleyball? Or basketball. I don’t know—something. I still haven’t decided yet.” I shrug around a mouthful of food.

“You know that's not what I mean, Y/N… Just think about at least trying to join, maybe, I don’t know. Cheer? We don’t care if you don’t make it, but at least just attend tryouts? Who knows, maybe you’ll like it.”

Ahhh, and there it is. Even after all these years, my parents are still trying to push me to be more independent from my brother and the boys by doing more female dominated activities.

“Pffffttt!” Shelley snorts behind a glass of orange juice and I glare at her, angrily stabbing at my poor eggs.

“Why are you even here? Shouldn’t you be on campus, at your dorm or something? I bet she’s ditching classes, mom! Wasting all that college tuition!” I tattle annoyingly on my elder sister in spite.

“Shut up, TURD!” She voices over me, kicking the leg of my chair and making me pout even more.

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When my brother and I walk to the bus stop, I’m still pouting at what my mom reminded me of. I get more upset when I think about how we have to take the bus, even though most of the guys know how to drive.

Admittedly, we’re not of age to even get our license yet but some of us have their driver’s permit. They learned a little earlier because all of our parents are pretty chill with us learning how to drive as South Park doesn’t get traffic at all. This eases their anxiety as there are barely any other drivers on the road.

It doesn't ease my anxiety though, which is why I never learned to drive. I mean, why would I need to when I have a servant—oops, I mean brother, who can? The only problem is that none of our parents have gotten any of the guys cars to freely use (except for richass Tolkien) and aren’t planning to until they can legally drive.

“Mmph mmmph mmph? (What’s up with you?)” Kenny asks me before pulling down his parka’s hood.

“I don’t know, man. She’s been pouting since breakfast. Just ignore her,” My brother shrugs in answer for me and I pout even more.

“Probably that time of the month,” Cartman snarks before Kyle punches him in the arm.

“Shut up, fatass.” He says so I seek comfort from the ushanka wearing teen for coming into my defense, hugging his arm and leaning my head against him so I can comfortably mope.

“Hey! I asked how you were first. Come here, Princess.” Kenny whines and makes grabby hands at me but before he can do anything, the bus pulls up. As I look around at the new faces sitting all around me, Kenny grabs my arm and pulls me to the seat beside him.

“What’s wrong, beautiful?” He asks, putting his arm around me but I just shrug in response.

“Is it because you didn’t get enough sleep last night? You know you don’t need beauty sleep when you’re already so pretty. And Tweeks bringing you coffee, yeah? Just wait a few more minutes and you’ll be able to get your fix,” He gently offers but I just shake my head.

“Are you nervous for your first day? Don’t worry baby girl, daddy’s here.” He teasingly says while winking at me, and it works. I crack a smile because of how cheesy and ridiculous his words are and softly slap the hand that's on my shoulder, leaning my head against him for the rest of the ride.

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South Park High looks the same as it did on orientation when we got our class schedule, prior to the first official day of school. Even then, I’m not as nervous about transferring to a completely different environment since I have my boys with me.

Kenny still has an arm around me as he walks me to my locker, until Craig pulls him by the hood to take him off of me, choking him in the process.

“Fuck! You asshole!”

“Can any of you guys not get into trouble on our first day of school?” Kyle sighs with his eyes closed, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose when he and the others get to us. I finally get my much needed coffee and hug Tweek out of appreciation.

“That’s like asking Cartman not to eat.” Clyde snickers to the guys, eliciting laughs all around and lifting my mood up even more.

“Aye!”

“Ngh! Whoever gets to the cafeteria first grabs us an empty table, right?” Tweek interrupts while we voice our confirmations, my arm wrapped around his lower back from our earlier hug as I sip on my warm cup of caffeine.

“I’ll pick you up after class for lunch, N/N.” Craig’s monotonous tone reaches me, leaving no room for a no as the others pick up conversation around us.

“You don’t have to! Isn’t your class at the other end of the school? I don’t want you to have to go through all that trouble for me.”

“Yeah, dude.” Stan side eyes him, having heard our exchange.

“You’re so short, I don’t want you to get lost in a sea of people and miss lunch.”

“Pffft, Craig! Even if I did get lost, I wouldn’t miss the whole lunch period.” I smile fondly at him, letting go of Tweek to adjust my backpack’s strap.

“Yeah, if anything, I can pick up Y/N.” Kenny pipes up as Craig furrows his brows at his interruption. Stan rolls his eyes at the both of them, deciding to leave the conversation and go talk to Kyle instead.

“We have the same class, you idiot.”

“And? Everyone knows I’m faster than you.”

“Says who? My legs are literally longer than yours and I’m the tallest of the group. One step from me is equal to, like, four struggling steps from you. Three if I’m being generous.”

“Ugh, you guys are annoying. I have the class before lunch with Clyde so we’ll just meet you guys there, okay? Sheeeeesh,” I make the decision for them.

“You rang, beautiful?” Clyde drops his prior conversation with Jimmy and Tolkien midway to nosely join ours at the mention of his name, leaning his arm on me like I’m an armrest.

“Shut up, Clyde.” The three of us say as I shove his elbow off of me.

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When it’s finally lunch time, Clyde and I enter the cafeteria to see that a few of the guys managed to snatch a table for us so we head straight to the lunch line to grab some food. On our way there, we stop by a table and say hi to Jimmy, Scott, Timmy, and Dovahkiin.

“You go here now, baby Marsh?” Dovahkiin types out to me on his phone, an eyebrow raised.

“Yep! My folks finally decided to let me go to school with everyone!”

“Oh boy.”

“Hmmm? And what do you mean by that? I don’t like your tone, Dov.” I playfully shoot back.

“More trouble this year :p”

I laugh, “We’re not that bad! Actually… that’s valid. Whatever! You’re just jealous that you don’t get the attention of being the new kid now that I’m here!” I stick out my tongue at him and push down the bill of the hat he’s wearing to cover his eyes.

His melodic laugh can be heard and I smile, feeling proud that I was able to get a sound out of the notoriously mute Douchebag. I notice that a few other students look our way in surprise from the corner of my eyes.

I settle myself in between Craig and Kenny while Clyde takes a seat at the other side of the table between Tolkien and Tweek. The rest of the school day goes fine and the day after goes similarly. The third day, however, is different. It’s during one of our passing periods when I’m at my locker to switch out my books that it happens.

I share all of my classes with at least one of the guys so I usually have a buddy with me throughout the whole day. While Butters normally walks with me during this passing period, he had to use the bathroom and told me that he’d just meet me at class. When I close my locker door shut, a group of girls come up to greet me.

“Hi! My friends and I were wondering what your name is, new kid.” The black haired girl smiles at me. She’s really pretty and I can tell from that, her silky hair, and cute sense of fashion that she’s probably popular with others.

“Oh! Hi! My name is Y/N!”

“Cute name! I just wanted to formally introduce myself. My name is Wendy Testaburger. I’m the student body council president and co-captain of the cheer team,” I nod at her words, impressed. Holy shit, she’s only a sophomore and she was able to get people to vote for her for president?

“My name is Heidi Turner! It’s nice to meet you!” A girl with light brown hair introduces herself next. Her headband is so cute and unique with a flower sitting to the side of it, I’m in awe of her personal style and confidence.

“I’m Bebe Stevens! Stick with us and you’ll be fine, okay new kid? We’ll let you know which boys are a waste of your time!” The blonde giggles, twirling curly hair around her perfectly manicured finger.

I can’t help but to think that the aura she exudes is more mature. Maybe it’s because of the higher end attire she's sporting? Or maybe… it’s her rack..? Ah fuck, don’t look there, stupid! Eyes up, idiot! God dammit, this is all Kenny and Clyde’s fault!

“The name’s Rebecca McArthur but you can just call me Red! If you want to try out for cheer, let us know so we can tell you when our coach has a date set for tryouts!” Wait, are they all cheerleaders? The boys will be jealous of me once they find out about my new pretty friends hehe.

“We actually wanted to ask if you’d like to have lunch with us, too. Find us in the lunchroom if you ever decide to and feel free to sit with us! It doesn’t have to be today, but anytime you feel like it! We’ll see you around, okay?” Wendy invites me as the rest of the girl say their byes.

While being the new kid means that a good amount of people have been greeting me in the hallways or going up to me in class to introduce themselves, this was the first time that I’ve been invited to sit with someone for lunch. I’m so excited that I inform my lab partner of the news.

“no one new has invited me to sit w/ them at lunch since i came! :D” I write out in my notebook before sliding it across the two-person lab counter to my seatmate in science class.

“duh, it’s cause ur bro + his friends are super overprotective of you. no one can approach you even if they wanted to since you’re with them all the time :P” Dovahkiin writes back and I frown at this revelation.

“huh… that makes sense, i guess? oh god ew, i hope no one thinks that im dating any of them :x my brother?? CARTMAN?? vomit!!”

“its ok, you can tell anyone that im ur bf if they do :D” I softly hit his arm with the back of my hand even though I’m rewarded with his melodic snickering.

By the time lunch comes around, I’m giddy when I grab my food with Clyde. I tell him to go on ahead of me and he doesn’t question it, probably thinking that I want to stop by Timmy and the other’s table again. I don’t, however, and scan the room until I find the table that the girls are sitting at.

I sit next to Wendy and Bebe after I skip to their table, the ravenette patting the seat between them with a smile on her face. It feels nice talking to the girls as we get to know each other, with them asking me about how I’m adjusting to the school and what classes I have.

“We have another friend, her name’s Nichole, but she said she has to do something in the library today.” Red informs me and I soak up the information, enthusiastically nodding my head at her words.

“Speaking of Nichole, we actually noticed that you hang out with her boyfriend and his friends.” Bebe nonchalantly brings up as the girls all glance at one another.

“Oh, what! Wait, so that means your guy’s Nichole is the same one that's dating my friend Tolkien, then? No one else has a girlfriend that I know of,” I smile up at them.

“Mhmm, we actually noticed that you're really close to the guys,” She continues. The other girls seem interested too as they give me their undivided attention.

“Haha, yeah. They’re like my brothers!”

“Really? You just started going to school in South Park though?” They’re all surprised.

“Yeaaah, but I’ve known them all my life! I’ve actually lived in South Park all my life too. I just went to school in North Park until this year,” I say as I munch on my fries.

“How? Are you neighbors with one of them or something?”

“That, but I also went to preschool with them. If you guys have always been in South Park like me, we probably even went to the same preschool! I can’t remember shit from that long ago though so you guys probably don’t remember me too,” I shrug.

“Huh. I’m surprised that you guys kept in contact throughout the years then.” Wendy says to me in thought this time, the other girls nodding.

“Hmm, I can see why you'd say that. But my brother’s one of those dumbasses, so…”

“What?!” All the girls exclaim. Their unexpectedly loud response causes a casualty in my fries. I look at the fallen piece of food under the lunch table and mourn the tiny loss.

“So that makes you twins then..? Unless one of them flunked, resulting in you getting stuck in the same grade with him. It’s honestly believable with how dumb those guys are but we’ve gone to school with them all of our lives and we know that none of them have been held back a grade…” Wendy mumbles out and I laugh, agreeing with her statement.

“Yup, twins! I’m a Marsh!” I proudly boast, smiling wide with my teeth showing. Wendy chokes on her water and all the girls share a meaningful glance with her.

“Pfffft, oh man! We wanted to warn you about those dumbasses because we always saw you with them, but we just thought they got to you first and you were oblivious to who they were. I didn’t think you grew up that close with the guys, much less being related to one of them!” Bebe laughs at the unexpected turn of events.

I blush, flattered that they cared enough about a new girl like me to want to warn me about who they thought the ‘wrong crowd’ was.

“Not like you can say anything though, Bebe. You dated one of them,” Red scoffs, entertained at Bebe’s slowly reddening cheeks.

“That doesn’t count! Who even counts relationships from when they were in elementary school?!”

“Wait… Does this mean you’re the same Bebe that dated Clyde?” My entire expression does a complete 180 as I cross my arms and lift an eyebrow at the blonde.

“Dude. You used him for shoes.” I continue, furrowing my brows at the mortified girl.

“I was just a selfish little kid! I didn’t know any better! At least I didn’t date Eric Cartman!” She throws Heidi under the bus in an attempt to divert the attention away from herself. I continue to stare at her, unamused.

“Well, Wendy and your brother dated on and off when we were younger!” My eyes widen as I turn my head to the person sitting on the other side of me.

“Aw, dude.” I say to her in a mixture of pity and disgust, the expression reminding the girls of when Stan would say it. If there were any doubts about my bloodline, this further confirmed it for them.

“I-I-It’s not like that anymore! I haven’t thought of him in that way since elementary school!” It’s Wendy’s turn to get red in the face and embarrassed.

“Yeah, it’s the other Marsh. Homegirl has a type~” Bebe snickers at the other girls but I don’t hear it, still in disbelief that my brother managed to date someone as pretty as Wendy, regardless if their relationship wasn’t legit due to their age.

Before anyone can say anything else, the bell signals the end of the lunch period and the disbelief remains throughout the day. I catch up to the guys outside of the lunchroom and they waste no time questioning me.

“What the hell, Y/N! Why’d you eat with those bitches?! I know it might be hard for you but I thought I warned you to stop being so stupid!” Cartman seems irritated as the other guys echo their sentiments at having seen me eating with the girls. No, their exes. I squint my eyes at my dumb brother and at the fatty.

“Hello? Y/N! Don’t tell me your weak ass got brainwashed in an hour?! Jesus fucking Christ, woman!” Fatass continues while shaking my shoulders. I roll my eyes and push his grubby paws off me.

“You’re an ass. Heidi’s such a sweet girl. I don’t know why I’m so surprised that you managed to fuck that up,” I tell him as we continue to walk in the hallways.

“Nuh-uh! She was the crazy bitch in the relationship! She manipulated me! She took advantage of all this,” He waves his hands over his body, “For her own selfish gain!”

“What is there to even gain from you? A few pounds?” The guys laugh and I fistbump Craig.

“And you! Bro. Brooo. Wendy? When will you surprise me for once and not embarrass me for being related to you?” I cross my arms while Kenny hugs me from behind, throwing his arms over my shoulders and smiling at Stan from over my head.

“Nah, she's nicknamed Testabitch for a reason, babe.” Kenny takes out the lollipop in his mouth to reply and I push his hand away from my face when he offers the sweet to me.

“She’s not your babe,” We hear from Craig’s deep voice as he eyes the blonde in disgust at his offering.

“Did Bebe say anything embarrassing about me?” Poor Clyde tugs on my jacket to get my attention. I offer a sympathetic smile and hug the jock, breaking out of Kenny’s hold.

“Don’t worry Clydey, she seemed embarrassed that I knew about her using you for shoes.”

“Don’t hug him for being a fucking simp, Y/N. It’s his fault for being a dumbass. The only thing that bitch is good for is her fat rack.”

“Shut up, fatass.” Of course, Kyle is the one who replies.

“Shit, right? I couldn’t stop staring at them!” I turn my head towards Eric to say.

“Y/NNN!” Clyde whines in betrayal and I pet his head in apology.

#south park #south park x reader #craig tucker x reader #kenny mccormick #craig tucker #south park fanfiction #kenny mccormick x reader #lalawrites

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pinkrifle · 6 months

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Hello ml!<3 i was wondering if you could do yandere team stan and craig x reader platonic please! Like they see reader as a little sister!^^

hi lovely! i do not take SP requests anymore buttttf this seems really easy, so i should be able to do this !

saying this rn i’m so sorry if this is short #_# <\3 i’m sorry if i missed a character or two aswell!

only team stan right now as i can’t really think of much to do for team craig, sorry once more! D:

Stan Marsh -

a little careful not to bring you around his friends too much.. especially cartman AND COVERS UR EARS EVERYTIME ONE OF THEM SAYS A DIRTY JOKE LOL (no matter how old you are!1!1!)

would 100% go off on anyone who tries to mess with you (and Kyle would probably join him too) , ya don’t F with family, folks!

trades his lunch or snacks at lunch to give them to you!! loves seeing the look on your face when you get a snack size pack of skittles. Even if it’s super small your face always lightens up and he just laughs and feels very proud of himself after

he makes sure shelly isn’t too mean to you, let’s her rip on him instead if she gets a little aggressive with you (she wouldn’t really go that far dw <3)

Eric Cartman -

GETS YOU IN TROUBLE ALL THE TIMMEEEE

(don’t worry he always does something in return after. begrudgingly and hesitantly.) (he just feels bad)

brings you on all of his little dangerous adventures but makes sure you stay safe all the time,, if you get hurt EVER he’s SOOO dramatic. begging for a hospital!

if any of his friends (aka rest of team stan) dare to say anything to you (they don’t cuz they don’t care) he will 100% be dramatic ALLO OVER AGAIN, threatens to beat up his friends (he can’t rlly) and is nice to you for the rest of the day!!

steals cute stuff from other classmates and brings them to you, steals snacks from people and brings them to you!! probably stole some snacks from stan that he planned to give to his own little sibling

Kenny McCormick -

tones down his dirty jokes when with you, and also does not let you around his friends LMAO

loves hanging out with you, karen, and kevin! at first he was really hesitant on stuart and carol having you (like with karen) but loved you so much after your born!!

protects u FOR LIFE. is basically also your guardian angel when he’s in his mysterion costume! when your in the foster home thing(?) he’s visiting you like crazy and bringing you treats aswell. makes sure you never get beaten up in the basement by the parents

loves whenever you show him something you like. Anime? cartoons? etc? your not cringe to him at all! he likes weird shit too, trust. Watches and plays everything you show him <3

a video game MASTER! having any trouble with a boss fight? he’s got it. Cant find an item? he already has it and is gonna trade it to you!!

Kyle Broflovski -

takes care of you and Ike RELIGIOUSLY. love you two both to death!

plays dolls/action digs with you even if your in middle school or whatever (in the event he’s in HS or whatever) , he doesn’t want his little siblings to ever grow up! brings a tear to his eye.

every Hanukkah he makes sure you get the best presents and NEVER lets your presents break, always has them in pristine condition ! hates seeing you sad , it affects him more than he’d like to admit.. he also gives you his hat to wear when your a little down!

bakes and cooks with you, he’s pretty okay at cooking but if your bad it’s no problem! he’s willing to teach you the 3 dishes he knows how to make LMAO. If your better than him at cooking? EVEN BETTER, teach him! but he’ll be a little embarassed to learn stuff from his little sibling

having trouble with homework? he’s on it! he won’t let you cheat on anything, but he’ll help you and guide you to the right answer.

Never let’s people talk shit about you or make fun of you, he will fr fight his friends if they dare to do that.

heya! thanks for requesting, i haven’t been really willing to write lately but this got me off my booty!!! i really should open my tf2 and scp foundation reqs.

sorry again i couldn’t do team craig! i hope these were good enough, feel free to request this again some time if i’m ever active again! <3

#（✿ ◞◟）🫧 marj writes! ﹒#south park x reader platonic #south park x reader #south park #kyle brovlofski x reader #kyle broflovski #eric cartman x reader #eric cartman #stan marsh x reader #stan marsh #kenny mccormick x reader #kenny mcormick x reader #kenny mccormick

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p1-f1 · 6 months

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Ghosts in the Graveyard *

𝙿𝙰𝙸𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶𝚂: Ghost!Stenny x Reader.

𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙽𝙾𝚄𝙽𝚂: None. Fem implied.

𝚆𝙰𝚁𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶𝚂: MDNI. Mentions of death/torture.

𝚆𝙲: 1.6K

𝙽𝙾𝚃𝙴𝚂: This is my first Halloween special, + first time writing something slightly spicy!! Also I haven’t written in a while, and I know it’s past Halloween. Enjoy!!

The dark graveyard rings with silence, but it speaks for thousands. Old creaky trees, dark clouds, and a bright moon that shone down to lead your way. It was as if it it was leading you, wanting to help you to find the graves you were looking for.

You came for two people in specific.

Kenny Mcormick and Stan Marsh.

Three or four years ago, the two boys went missing after reportedly running away. Some say they were massacred by wolves. Others say they were kidnapped and tortured. One things for sure, no matter how many bodies the cops claim to be theirs, they never are.

Everyone knows this. Kenny didn’t have brown hair. Even if his parents don’t remember. He was forgettable and vague but not to the point you forget something so obvious. Stan didn’t wear his school ID everywhere he went. In fact, he burned the thing the moment the school gave it to him in drunken recklessness. The ID they found was burnt, sure, but when Stan was done with his, it was a few pieces of ash.

Stan Marsh was an interesting boy, one only a few people could find the words to explain. He was a mysterious boy. One moment he’d be fine the next he’d listening to The Cure and crying about his girlfriend to his now late friend, Kyle

When he wasn’t crying or getting drunk, he was getting into whatever trouble he could find with his friends. Many a time people saw his mother getting him from the police station. Though, weeks before his disappearance, he hadn’t caused trouble at all. Actually, people saw a spike in his grades and his amount of smiling.

Thing was, he got quiet. Horribly quiet. Poor kid wouldn’t even talk to his own mother in full sentences. Only person who talked to?

Kenny McCormick. Dirty minded, dumb, weed addicted. When he was alive he would fight anyone who called him out on his everlasting addiction but it was there and it was obvious. He couldn’t go a day without getting high and his non addiction gave withdrawal symptoms when he didn’t have weed in his system for more than a day or two. It was sad, really.

Other than getting high and fucking the entire cheerleading team, Kenny really was a caring person who would do anything for his friends. He had a sister, who, is in middle school now, but still mourns his death. His parents are dead, and his older brother is either on the streets or in his grave. Nobody remembers the Mccormicks. Other than Karen’s girlfriend or just friend who hasn’t come to the realization that she might be gay, nobody else visits their graves but Karen.

They say that if you visit the graveyard with Kenny’s old parka or a small bag of weed you’d be spared, but nobody has ever found his raggedy orange jacket so they didn’t know if that was true. Same with Stan. Show up with his old blue beanie or booze, he’d let you go without a thought. Just dump it into the lake and minutes later his spirit wasn’t floating straight.

That’s where you come in. You had known the two when you first came to South Park, getting close to the two specifically.

Sure Kyle was a sweet guy and you’d been with him for a little bit, but he was a hopeless romantic, and you lost interest only a few months later. Kenny and Stan made you feel some type of way. Kenny’s teasing, Stan’s edge and level of patheticness just…made you shiver. In the good way, of course.

You’d had a crush on them for a good while, and not just one, but both at the same time. Dreaming of them holding you and kissing you and— anyway, they were gone. And you still weren’t totally believing that. They’d show up for you, surely. Both boys loved being around you!

But here you were. Only person with the blue beanie, and only person with the orange parka. Ready to meet your lost loves. (That— weren’t really your loves— but, you’ll meet them anyway.)

You step up to the grave and watch as the bugs scurry off. Something was already here with you. The first one up was Kenny. Setting the parka down neatly folded. the thought that you didn’t exactly know what to do popped in like that and out just as fast. As long as you could see your boys, nothing else mattered.

The wind sent a shiver down your spine, and you took it as a sign to start your little séance.

“Kenny…I heard you show up for everyone else. You— scare them away— or whatever, but, I don’t want that. I want to see you. To talk to you, maybe? I don’t know.”

The doubt had already filled your head. Did he even ever like you? Did Stan? Were you even a small thought as they were dying? What if you couldn’t even convince him to show up? Too many possibilities, too short of a Halloween.

“I miss you, yknow. Quite a bit. Everyday I miss walking past your house after school and seeing you work in the yard or playing with Karen because you couldn’t be inside. I miss seeing you behind the school getting wasted or high or with a girl for gods sake. I just—“

And right as you were about to start talking, piercing cold hands slid from your waist down to your hips, then the feeling was gone.

If it’s not Kenny, another really horny ghost was around.

“Was— Was that you? Are you here? Kenny? Whatever— just…I’m sorry I couldn’t help. Or be there. Or even die with you. It should’ve been me. If I hadn’t hung up on Stan— or if I had walked home with you— none of this would have happen—“

“There’s no point in saying “had”, doll.”

That stupid sly voice spoke, from up in a tree.

“You’ve had my attention since you stepped foot in this damn graveyard. Always will. The hottest piece of ass!”

He laughed, the ghostly figure floating down from a tree. It was indeed Kenny. (Not that you ever had any doubt.) Except, he was a pale blue and slightly transparent, with a slight aura of orange. His left eye was missing, gone along with his left forearm and two fingers on his right hand. His white “wife-beater” was torn on the bottom and some on the top. With small streaks of blood and maybe some dirt here and there, too.

His sweet old eyes were still soft but had no pupils, so most of telling how he was feeling came from his tone. Cute, bruised, marks, scars, anything lined his cheeks faintly. Those small little chin dimples still rested, though, under the sly smirk. He was already checking you out, and you just found out he was here.

“Kenny!”

You squeal, running to him. He turned opaque, arms wrapping around you with excitement and joy. Those arms… they always had your attention. Lanky but not totally skinny, toned but not completely buff, a good amount of muscle and a good amount of bone. Anyone would just call him skin and bone but they don’t know him like you do.

“Hey sugar!”

Kenny said with a light chuckle, holding you close. He loved your body, being much bigger than you. So small…easy to hold…easy to love…

“Yknow, is it just me, or have you gotten even more beautiful after my death? Oh honey that ass…”

He gave it a playful slap, causing your face to flush even more.

“My beauty…” Long slender fingers met the start of your thighs, lifting you up with ease so he could hold you. He made little suggestive motions, but never made a move.

“You’d like to be in this position with me more, hm? I know you would. How dirty!”

“Oh go easy on ‘em, Kenny. They’ve only seen you for the first time in what- four years? I don’t care enough to remember..”

A deeper voice rang, and something in your mind registered as your back was met with a chest. Kenny flips you around, turning you into the same position with Stan.

“Stan…”

“Y/N.”

Dark blue and piercing eyes started into yours, almost like he could see your very soul floating about. His dirty bleached hair rest in his shoulders. The black roots has spread like fungi out from under his hat, which he put on your head. The scars along his face from certain…childhood…events were more slight in death, but still hot as fuck.

Stan had more meat on his bones, surprisingly, and was a bit more buff than Kenny, but still not a body builder. You could feel the rough and calloused hands on your cold thighs, squeezing ever so slightly.

He leans his head forward, raising and eyebrow.

“I’d say take a picture…but, well, you know, don’t you sweetheart?”

His voice lowers, face getting even closer. You could feel Kenny’s own lips already latched to your neck. His hands moved your hair away from it so he could have more access and sucked. What happened to them when they died? Maybe they’re just taking advantage of the fact someone came to visit them that they knew, or…they really liked you.

“You smell nice…did you get all dolled up for us? Wanted to see us so bad? Impress us? Just like you did with those skimpy little outfits in school? How pathetic…come on, hon…”

Stan degrades, laughing as his teeth met your bottom lip. He bit, pulling it away and letting it make a small snapping noise when it retracted

“Did you miss me? I sure missed you.”

Usually Stan was more on the quiet side. In the few times you’d kissed either of them when they were living, Stan hardly said a word. But now? Very talkative. Kenny, on the other hand, always loved talking. He was loud, very spontaneous. But fun nonetheless..

“So sweet…all for us. Isn’t that right, Kenny?”

“All for us!”

“And oh are we gonna have fun with you…”

“So much fun…”

[ BATTERY - LOW. ▯▯▯> ]

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princessconsuela120 · 3 months

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Chapter fifteen: Keep the Wolves Away —✧

Series masterlist

Chapter Warnings: mentions of pregnancy, mentions of suicide attempt, heavy stuff guys tread lightly

Authors note: I’m not gonna lie this chapters kinda heavy. Enjoy guys, we’re almost at the end!

—✧

It was a lot more peaceful in the mountains at nighttime. You’d hear the occasional howl from the wolves, or the sound of running water from the river just a few yards from the cabin. But Kenny realized that the peacefulness was very soothing, like a breath of fresh air from the normally loud nature of our friend group. Not that he didn’t love our friend group, he did. He just appreciated the silence a little bit more because of it.

Kenny had wondered off late at night, or morning you could say, to go and smoke out by the bridge above the river. He wanted to be surrounded by the quiet. Instead he was met with a sight that was anything but peaceful.

“Hey! Hey! What are you doing out there!” He yelled, noticing the silohoure of a figure standing by the edge of the bridge.

“Kenny?” The voice called. Kenny rubbed his eyes, trying to determine wether he actually saw who stood infront of him or if his weed may have been laced.

“Cartman? What the fuck dude?” Kenny called out, coming closer to Cartman who stepped back at the sight of Kenny.

“Kenny go back to the cabin.” He said softly, holding his hands out in a calm manner. Kenny shook his head, his expression getting angrier and less patient.

“No, what the hell are you doing at the edge of a bridge at, 3 fucking am?!” He yelled, and Cartman shook his head, sighing.

“It’s nothing Kenny, just go back to the cabin.”

“I’m not going back.” Kenny said, crossing his arms angrily.

“Really Kenny I just..” Cartman said, stepping back slowly.

“Get away from the edge Cartman!” Kenny shouted, as Cartman’s leg slipped back. “Fuck!” Kenny shouted, running over to where he was. Eric’s hand was stuck in the fence on the bridge's edge. Kenny grabbed his arm, grunting as he attempted to pull him back up.

“Jesus, why are you so goddamn heavy!” Kenny shouted, tears now streaming down Eric’s face as he hung off the edge.

“Just let me go Kenny!” Eric shouted, making Kenny feel his heart drop.

“Stop saying that Eric, it’s not funny!” Kenny shouted back, finally pulling Cartman far enough up to keep him safe. However, in the heat of the moment, the momentum from Cartman being brought up knocked Kenny over the edge.

“Kenny!” Cartman shouted, running to the edge to see Kenny at the bottom. He struggled to pull out his phone while climbing down the side, meeting where Kenny had fallen at the bottom. He grabbed him, pulling him out onto a patch of grass as he dialed a number in the phone. “Holy shit, oh my god. Oh fuck.”

—✧

“What do you want fatass?” Kyle asked, pulling out his phone to answer Cartman’s 8th call. He was extremely annoyed with the boys constant calls, in fear it would wake up Juno who had finally just gotten to sleep after a long night of vomiting and discomfort.

“Kyle please..” Eric sobbed, causing Kyle to sit up once noticing the urgency.

“Why are you crying?” He asked, Cartman trying to contain himself on the other end.

“Please, I’d never ask you for anything but this again.” Cartman cried. Kyle got out of bed carefully, sending me one last glance before walking out into the hall.

“Cartman what’s wrong?” He asked, his voice much more kind then when he had answered.

“It’s Kenny he, oh god, he’s still breathing just, I don’t know if he’s conscious.” He rambled, unable to catch his breath from how panicked he was.

“Cartman it’s 4 in the morning, what are you two doing?” Kyle asked, whispering to not wake anyone else up.

“Please just come here now, and call ambulance please!” Cartman yelled, hanging up the phone before sending Kyle his location.

Kyle wasn’t even entirely sure what was wrong, but the thought of Kenny being unconscious made his chest feel heavy. He threw in the first pair of slippers he found, hoping Tweek wouldn’t freak out once seeing his slippers where gone, and ran to the car. It was only a bit away from the cabin, but Kyle was to panicked to think.

“What the hell?” Kyle yelled, getting out of the car to see Cartman holding onto Kenny below the bridge. He struggled to get down over the side, running to Kenny’s side when he got there.

“Kyle, please!” Cartman shouted, making Kyle gesture urgently.

“I called the ambulance, they’re in their way. What happened?”

“I was out on the bridge and then, I slipped and he caught me but he fell..he’s been slipping in and out ever since.” Cartman explained, causing Kyle to sigh as he pulled Kenny into his lap.

“Fuck… Kenny can you hear me?” Kyle called, shaking him slightly.

“Kyle?”

Kyle flinched when he looked down, seeing the cuts and bruises scattered over Kenny’s body.

“Yeah Ken it’s me, can you breathe okay?” Kyle asked, but Kenny didn’t answer. He shook his head, tears falling down his cheeks.

“Please, please I don’t wanna die for real this time.” Kenny sobbed, making Kyle’s heart ache at his broken voice.

“It’s okay Kenny, you’re not gonna die..”

“I won’t wake up this time, it won’t go back to normal this time please, I’m afraid.” Kenny continued to plead, looking down at his body with fear.

“It’s okay Ken. You’re talking crazy just try to breathe.” Kyle reassured.

“I’m so scared, it hurts, I don’t want to die.” Tears were now streaming down Kenny’s face violently, as ambulance sirens could be heard in the distance.

“You hear that? That’s the sirens. You’re gonna be okay.” Kyle reassured, sending Cartman to go and wave the ambulance down.

“I’m scaredd…I..” Kenny’s eyes began to shut, open again, then shut once again. Kyle could feel tears in his eyes.

“Kenny? No, no no Kenny c’mon keep your eyes open. Come onn…no! Listen to my voice.” Kyle yelled, shaking Kenny aggressively to get him to wake up.

“They’re down here!” One of the officers called, bringing a group of men who came down and lifted Kenny up and into the stretcher.

“Please, my friends he..”

“Your friend is in good hands.” The officer annoucned.

“We need a extra hands pronto!”

“Are you alright sir are you injured?” They asked Kyle, who shakes his head in response, looking at his now bloodied pajamas.

“I’m fine, the blood isn’t mine.”

“We better take this one, his blood pressure scarily low and it seems he’s dislocated an arm.” They said, turning to Eric who shook his head.

“I’m fine.” He replied snappily, making Kyle sigh.

“Cartman don’t fight with the paramedics please, it’s not the time.” He lectured, which made Eric nod.

“Okay.”

“I’ll call your mom Cartman..”

“No! No, it’s fine, I’m fine, she doesn’t need to be worried. God knows how much trouble I be in, chicks and I right?” Eric yelled, making Kyle furrow his eyebrows confused as they all made their way to the ambulance.

“Okay..hey, wait! I want to come too.” Kyle said, moving in to where they had brought Kenny.

“Are you family?”

Kyle nodded, rubbing his forehead with frustration.

“Yeah..yeah we’re family.”

—✧

I had quickly made my way to the hospital once Kyle had called, we had to wait until the next morning but we went nonetheless. We both stopped in Cartman’s room forst to check up on him, and now it was my turn to split and check up on Kenny.

“I’m gonna go see Kenny.” I said, kissing Kyle’s cheek as I pulled away from his grasp.

“Okay love, be careful. You know the doctor said no more stress because you could…” He said sternly, making me roll my eyes as I called back, walking to the door.

“I know, I know.” I mumbled, making myself chuckle playfully.

“I love you!” He called out, making me blow him a kiss.

“I love you too!” I yelled back, before leaving and closing the door. Kyle sighed, turning to smile slightly at Eric.

“Hey.” Kyle said quietly, making Eric smile at him.

“So with Juno, everything okay with..” Eric tried to stall, hoping he could ignore the dreaded lecture from Kyle, but the angry look on his face said otherwise.

“Cut the crap Cartman.” Kyle hissed, making Eric look down was he pressed his lips together.

“Yeah. Yeah okay.” Eric mumbled, trying his hardest to avoid Kyle’s eye contact.

“You know that was a really, awful thing you did.” Kyle said angrily, gritting his teeth as he glared at Eric.

“I know.”

“Kenny could’ve died!” He shouted, not letting Eric keep talking. The room was dead silent, the only noise being the ticking of the fan from above the bed.

“He wasn’t supposed to be there.” Eric said quietly, still not looking up at Kyle, who had let his hands fall to his sides, showing just how angry he was.

“Well thank fucking God he was huh? You could’ve died!” Kyle shouted again, and Eric sighed.

“I know.”

“What the hell would have possessed you to get that close to the edge of the bridge?” Kyle snapped, making Eric sigh, finally looking up at the flaming angry expression left on his face.

“Look, it’s really not something I need to get into okay? Kenny’s fine, I’m fine, we’re all fine.”

“I don’t know what kind of sick joke you were trying to play there Cartman! Kenny’s in the hospital, he’s in a lot of pain. He almost died, and you seem like you couldn’t care at all that it’s your fault!” Kyle continued to yell, making Eric get angry now.

“I know it’s my fault goddamn it!” Eric yelled, causing Kyle to recoil slightly, shocked Eric would get so angry. “Kenny shouldn’t even have been there! I should’ve just gone over the edge like I was supposed to but the bastard had to save me!” Eric yelled, now making Kyle go quiet.

“What?”

He wasn't sure what he was supposed to say. What do you say when your friend tells you something like that?

“I don’t think I have to explain further exactly what I was doing at that bridge.” Eric said, quieter this time.

It was quiet again. Kyle stared holes into the side of Eric’s face as he looked up at the ceiling. A few tears left Eric’s cheeks. It was true that Kyle and Eric had the worst rivalry in all of South Park. They hated each other. So much so that they had to be split up in classes to prevent further outbursts. But Kyle didn’t actually hate Eric, and Eric didn’t actually hate Kyle. He didn’t know why he was admitting this to Kyle, maybe it was because he was so mad it just came out. Or maybe, after all the fighting they had, Eric realized that Kyle and him had been through the most bullshit since he was alive. Maybe he knew Kyle would understand. Or maybe he just needed to tell someone, and hoped Kyle hated him enough to let it be. Kyle wasn’t sure why either, but he did know one thing. Eric Cartman would not kill himself, Kyle wasn’t gonna let that happen.

“This is serious dude, you have to tell somebody.” Kyle said softly, his enter demeanor changing.

“I just told you, didn't I?” Eric said sarcastically, rolling his eyes. Kyle sighed instead, choosing to ignore the sarcasm dripping off Eric’s tongue.

“Yeah but, I mean someone who can help. Does your mom know?”

“No. And she doesn’t need to know. She’s going through enough right now.” Eric said, shaking his head as he clutched his forehead with frustration.

“Dude, I know we get at each other's throats a lot but you know I’m always here for you.”

“Yeah, yeah I know.”

“Hey, I’m right here talking to you now, right? No yelling. Just talking.” Kyle said, smiling kindly at Eric, who smiled back.

“Yeah, talking. It’s nice.” Eric said as he nodded. Kyle sighed, shaking his head as he frowned.

“I don’t want you to die Cartman, you’re my friend.” Kyle couldn’t help but get choked up at the thought.

“I thought you hated me.” Eric said with a chuckle, making Kyle scoff.

“I never hated you, I hated the things you said. That doesn’t mean I want you to die. And I sure as hell know Juno doesn’t.” Kyle said. The mention of her name made Eric smile.

“Kyle?”

“Yeah Cartman?”

“My mom has cancer.” Eric said, so quiet he had hoped no one could hear him. But Kyle did, Eric could tell he did by the way his eyes softened. “And, well, they don’t think she’s gonna survive. And if she doesn’t, I don’t know if I will either.”

—✧

I’m not sure when it was that Kenny and I became, Kenny and Juno. It was some time around kindergarten, when I offered him some of my lunch on our second day. Ever since he had cling to me, and I to him. We partnered together for everything, so much so even Stan started to get jealous. Something to do with our friendship, something which had sealed us in time forever, must have been when we were in 4th grade. Kenny and his family had been put into foster care after their parents had been taken. It was around the time that Kenny and I first started discovering his unkillable quality. See, growing up, I was the only person who remembered Kenny dying. Every single death. For some reason, knowing that much about a person seals your friendship forever.

“Jesus…what are you still doing here June?” Kenny asked, sitting up slightly in his spot, waking me up from where I had been napping leant against his hospital bed.

“Huh?” I mummbled, rubbing the tiredness out of my eyes as I sat up.

“Its fucking, 3 in the morning how have they not kicked you out yet?” He asked, making me smirk proudly.

“What, you’re not happy to see me?” I teased, wiggling my eyebrows as he furrowed his eyebrows at me.

“Do I even wanna know how you managed to stay?”

“Probably not.” He chuckled x before sighing as he gestured to me disappointedly.

“You should be at home Juno, you’re pregnant and on bed rest. This stress isn’t good for you.” Kenny said, resting a weak hand on my stomach. He smiled slightly when feeling the baby place a kick against his hand.

“Well I would be even more stressed at home and not next to you.” I said, smiling as I grabbed his hand. He smiled back, it was a weak smile but a smile nonetheless. “Besides, you’re not allowed to die before you're the godfather to my child. They’re gonna need an uncle Kenny if they’re gonna survive. I’m gonna need an uncle Kenny.” He sighed, shaking his head.

“Come on, you know I’d probably be back. I mean how much do we really trust that Katullo actually rid me of my power.” He teased, making me shake my head, my facial expression quickly dropping at the memory of the god.

“That doesn’t settle knowing you’ll be in pain. Just you wait til I give birth to this thing, you’ll be the one remembering my pain, see how I feel.” I remarked, making him chuckle.

“I don’t think that’s a very legitimate threat.”

“Totally is…they said you can come home tomorrow.”

“Sweet.” He cheered, fist bumping me.

“You managed to break your arm, fracture your shoulder and sprain an ankle. The rest of your injuries are a few bruises and some rough cuts that will heal soon enough. Got that sick new scar across the bridge of your nose though.” I explained, tracing his new scar carefully with my fingers. He nodded his head, looking at his reflection proudly.

“Cool.”

“Don’t worry though, you get to be my practice dummy for feeding this thing.” I teased, pointing to my bump, referring to the fact that I would be spoon feeding him until his arms healed.

“Ew, Juno I love you and all but I don’t know how Kyle would feel about me sucking your boobs.” He teased, earning a light shove from me as he laughed loudly.

“Not that you pervert! I mean I can help hand feed you til your arm heals.”

“How lovely.” He mumbled, rolling his eyes.

“I talked to your parents about it, they’re gonna let me stay with you for a week or two to help you get back on your feet.” I explained, making Kenny shake his head defiantly.

“Juno you can’t do that.” He said, making me shake my head, letting Kenny know it’s no trouble for me to help him.

“No, it’s okay really. Kyle’s okay with it, and the doctor said I need to move around a bit more anyway. Besides, I’m bringing food from home so I can cook for you and your family.”

I could hear him sigh at the thought. I had known food and money was always rough for Kenny and his family. Anytime I would stay over I would always bring something along with me to help support them. Kenny always detested, but appreciated my care for his family nonetheless.

“What if you go into early labor at my house?” He joked, making me scoff.

“Would you chill? You’re my best friend Kenny, I’m not about to not take care of you. Besides, Karen said she’ll let me sleep in her room, so I can have sleepovers with my best girlfriend.” I said happily, smiling back at Kenny at the mention of his sister. He smiled, grabbing my hand and squeezing it as much as he could with his weak arms.

“You know, you’re gonna be a great mom Juno.” He said kindly, making me rub my thumb gently against the back of his hand.

“Thanks Ken, that means a lot.”

“Where would I be without you?” He asked, making me shrug.

“Dead probably.”

“Yup, again and again and again..” he teased, making me push him as he chuckled loudly at my aggrivation. It was true, there was something to be said between a pregnant teen and her Kenny. It’s a funny thing really, the concept of soulmates. You always think of them as someone you’re meant to love romantically for the rest of your life in every universe. But I know for a fact that Kenny McCormick is my soulmate. And it may not be romantically, but I would love him forever.

#south park x reader #kyle broflovski x reader #kyle broflovski #stan marsh #stan marsh x reader #kenny mccormick x reader #stan marsh x sister reader #post covid stan marsh #post covid south park

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l-pandamatic-l · 11 months

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Kyle x Marsh!Fem!Reader

' And Like Hell Is He Going To Let You Go...'

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So don't judge me BUT, I had this Kyle idea in my head and I just HAD to write it!

basically, you're Stan's sister, you grew up with the guys just all kinda hanging around a lot of the time so you just got used to it, not like they were your friends but yeah, but once you all get to high school, things develop.

CW/TW: slight sexual attraction implications, nothing else

You had grown up with your brother's friends just being around all the time. You knew them all, but it's not like they were your friends. But once you all got to high school, they started to talk to you a bit more. When your brother wasn't in class with you, they were actually pretty friendly. Eventually, you were invited to game nights and movies, every time Stan was out with friends, you got to tag along! Little would you know that it was all thanks to Kyle and Kenny and the way he looked at you. Even when you all were in middle school, he thought you were the most beautiful, intelligent girl he'd ever known. He wanted to talk to you all of the time, he loved listening to your voice, just letting you drone on for hours until your cheeks turned pink and you apologised for rambling. He'd just smile and ask you to continue, having no clue what you were even talking about. Kyle was so infatuated with you that it didn't take long for him to really come to terms with how he felt. Even though, he knew he would never be able to ask you out like he wished he could. Either Stan would drop him as a friend, you would horribly reject him, or both. Or so he thought. When all the guys were sleeping over at you and your brother's place, you snuck downstairs in the middle of the night for a quick snack to see a distraught Kyle sitting at the counter. You felt bad and decided it wouldn't hurt to sit down next to him and ask what was wrong. But, when you sat down, you could sense an awkward tension.

"Kyle," you asked, "Is everything alright? you seem kinda...off?" Kyle simply nodded, unable to say a word. You thought it might be that whatever was bothering him was just too difficult to talk about, but in truth, he was ashamed at the way he had eyed you up and down the minute you came downstairs. In your shorts, he could see the shape of your thighs, and the sleep shirt you wore left your shoulders exposed as it hung loose on your body. He tried to set his mind straight, telling himself that Kenny was just rubbing off on him, but when he looked up to see your angelic eyes, he knew he'd gone crazy. Crazy for you. He sighed, shaking his head, red curls falling in front of his face in shame. "It's..." he sighed, "It's a girl." He admitted, well, sort of. You did your best to hide the disappointment in your voice as you asked him to continue on. You honestly had always thought Kyle was so sweet, and you wouldn't mind having him around more often. He was cute and so kind to everyone, the perfect guy in your eyes. But, you had prepared yourself for this, He deserved some genius goddess, not you. Just the younger Marsh girl. "She- She's just- I-" Kyle struggled to find the words, groaning as he rand a hand down his face, stopping to cover his eyes and reddened cheeks. "She's smart. I could listen for hours about anything she wants to talk about. I love her voice and the way she explains everything she loves with- with this passion in her voice. And her looks, god, I don't even know where to start. She's the most gorgeous person I've ever met, and that's still an understatement!"

You listened, nodding as you held back your disappointment and sadness. "Well, why can't you just tell her? You know, that you like her so much?"

Kyle groaned, now fully aware of his predicament. "She'd say no. And it's not because she's like, mean or anything, just way too good for me. And even if she did say yes, she'd realise just how badly she messed up when she could've had the world and picked...well...me." You grabbed his hands in yours, a serious demeanour filling your body.

"What? Kyle you have got to be kidding me! Any girl would be lucky to have you! You're kind, and smart, and one of the only decent guys in the whole town! If that dream girl says no, then she never deserved your love and admiration in the first place! And-" You wanted to continue but you were cut off as Kyle's eyes began to water.

"You... really mean that?" He asked, voice strained with emotions you were more than surprised to hear coming from him.

"Well yes," you hesitated, "I mean that. You're a great guy, Kyle. It's kinda hard not to like you..."

He squeezed your hand before bringing his up to cup your cheeks, skimming his thumb over the skin there, sighing almost with relief.

You wanted to break the silence, ask him what was going through his head but you knew. You knew when he glanced down at your lips and up to you as if he were asking, pleading for an answer.

You gave him a clear yes as you bunched his shirt up in your hands and pulled his lips to yours.

Kyle let out a soft breath as his hands moved to tangle themselves in your hair, pulling you close, knowing he'd needed this for as long as he could remember. And now that he finally had it, like hell he was going to let you go.

#Kyle broflovski #Kyle x reader #spxreader #south park #South Park x reader #South Park kyle #x reader

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pineappleciders · 1 year

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Can you do sp main 4 with a reader who is trans mtf?? I really like your ftm one and since my sister is trans mtf she would love to read this x

sp main 4 finding out reader is trans mtf

A/N: i am so glad you liked it and i hope your sister likes this too!!!! i know this is really similar to the ftm one mainly because i dont think they'd react too differently! link to ftm vers here

also i wanted to add that i usually write with a fem reader differently than a g/n or masc reader!! mostly because they're like 4th graders and the whole girls vs boys thing. so i'm sorry if they're... colder??? idk how to describe it😭

stan marsh

he's just like "oh" in a surprised voice

doesn't really care but might ask a few,,, personal questions. he's genuinely curious and he doesn't mean harm. asks about what it means and why you transitioned

"how did you find out? like what does it feel like?"

he might encourage you to talk to wendy and the girls if you haven't become friends with them already! he says this because he knows it'd probably be nice for you to hang out with other girls so they can dress you up and help you feel like you fit in

also puts in a good word to wendy for you and u two become friends :)

again you coming out might make him question his own gender. he just gets really confused because he's never had the chance to explore himself and having a trans friend makes him more comfortable to do so!!

might ask you questions at first about how you found out, but other than that he just treats you like how he normally does; probably forgets that you're trans if anything

kyle broflovski

kyle never really hangs out with girls in the first place, the closest girl friends he has being you and sometimes wendy. he is very awkward around girls .

so you don't have to worry about him treating you like more of a bro after you come out, because he doesn't. if he were to treat you any differently he would treat you like more of a girl if anything if that makes sense

like he doesn't mean to exclude you but he figures it'd make you feel better to not be grouped with the boys??

"yeah, i get that. sometimes i feel like i was made to be a tall black man. it's really hard to play basketball as a 4'3" jewish white boy."

mostly, he doesn't really care, and he probably actually would prefer not to hear you talk about it. like i mean he prefers to not hear about 'assigned genders' because it makes him think of genitalia and honestly he does not like to think about that

so yeah, he's a little confused but he tries his best to understand, and he might be appreciative that you opened up about it, but for the most part he's just like "good for you" and moves on

eric cartman

similar to the ftm one, since he's known you as a girl all this time that no matter how hard he wants to misgender you he never truly sees you as anything other than a girl

he'll call you names and tease you for it but at the end of the day he still sees you as a cootie-ridden girl

he kicks you out of games because 'girls can't play games' and the others say you can play and he gets all pissy

he shoos you away at lunch not because you're trans but because you're a girl. he would rather be caught dead than hanging out with a chick. so in a way he's kind of accidentally an ally LOL

he gets uncomfortable when the topic gets brought up and would prefer not to think about it. he genuinely wants to stay out of it because he does NOT want to know what people have down under. absolutely hates thinking about it

"dude, i already live in a hot dog. i don't need to have any more wieners in my face."

kenny mccormick

he looks at you funny all confused.

"mph, nmph? mphph? (wait, what? really?)"

"mmphmph, mph mphph mmf mmphh.. (jesus, dude, i never would've guessed.)"

he's genuinely really confused because all the stereotypes of trans girls he's seen on tv and they all depict them looking super masculine and stuff. he's never really met a trans person so he's confused when you're just some normal kid

he's supportive, but he doesn't really care. he pats you on the back and says cool and then goes back to like. playing mario kart or whatever you guys were doing

he doesn't know anything about what it means so he might ask some questions about what dysphoria is and transitioning and all that. he will listen genuinely but he might fall asleep. he actually does care though!!!

thinks it's interesting but never brings it up again or talks about it and treats you like normal. honestly he would be very happy to play princesses with you as princess kenny

you have sleepovers and he acts all girly. like you do his hair and nails and dress him up and he kicks his feet having the time of his life

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skyewritesstuff · 5 months

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all too well (stan's version)

my masterlist.

entry 3 in my (taylor’s version) songfic series.

summary: you said if we had been closer in age maybe it would've been fine...and that made me want to die.

pairing: post-covid!stan marsh x younger!reader

fandom: south park

warnings: oh god. toxic relationship. toxic age-gap relationship (20s/50s). domestic violence (throwing things). language. afab reader.

notes: based on all too well (10 minute version), the song and the short film, by taylor swift. this has been beta read, and fun fact, this is the first fic i've written that got a perfect score in grammarly. it has been beta read. :)

word count: 2.9k

“If we had been closer in age maybe it would’ve been fine.”

That was the moment that set you off. It was like a match was lit and dropped into a brush pile doused in kerosene. It simultaneously made you want to rip your skin from your bones and scream in agony, but also retaliate towards the older man standing in front of you…so that’s exactly what you did.

“You burned down your family’s farm. You killed your sister and your mom, and you ruined your own life just like you fucking ruined me! You told me you loved me. You took my virginity. You told me you wanted to marry me and now you’re saying our ages are a problem? That’s bullshit, Stan and you know it.”

“Fuck you. Fuck you. Get the fuck out of my house. We’re done. Go find you some guy your age that can drink to tolerate your batshit crazy ass, because my body has built too high of a tolerance to even be able to get buzzed enough to be around you. I’d rather go back to using my hand on the nightly basis than listen to you scream and cry at me like a fucking kid.”

You held it together despite internally wanting to crumble. You wanted to fall to your knees and sob and beg him to stay and beg him to love you, because despite everything, you still loved him.

“Fine.” You walked over to the counter and grabbed your belongings and your keys before turning to head out of the door. You then turned around and faced him, “That’s the funny part about all of this, Stan. My age is a problem now? Cool, fine, because you know what? Years will pass and I’ll get older…but your little girlfriends, side pieces, and fuckbuddies? They’ll all stay my age.”

With that, you walked out and slammed the door, heading to your car and exiting his driveway quicker than you’d ever pulled out of a location in your life. You tried to hold your tears in as you drove, but they started quickly pouring out and didn’t stop until you found yourself sitting on the floor of the shower in your apartment hours later

The water falling from the shower head had started running cold a long while ago. You couldn’t tell if you were still shaking from the tears or from the cold drops that fell onto your bare skin, but you pulled your knees in closer to your chest as you sat there overwhelmed by everything. This wasn’t your first fight with Stan. Things were never fully stable. He’d gotten mad at you when you asked him why he dropped your hand and stepped in front of you when a tall woman with black hair and glasses approached him at the class reunion that he’d invited you to.

“You dropped my fucking hand! What am I supposed to do with that?”

“I didn’t even fucking notice. What are you talking about I ‘dropped your hand’?”

You shuddered again at the memory as it kept playing on in your mind as if you couldn’t shut it off even though you desperately wanted to.

“They are all older than me.”

“But like, what are you talking about?”

“I feel so out of place. You’re the only one that makes people comfortable.”

“You’re making this about you.”

“They won’t even look at me!”

You finally mustered up the strength to stand up, get out of the shower, and wrap yourself in a towel. It was removed the moment you dried off enough to put on your pajamas, consisting of one of Stan’s t-shirts and a pair of athletic shorts. Your heart ached as the cotton fabric went over your head and onto your body, hanging loosely on your frame.

You hadn’t even bothered to tell anyone what’d happened. You hadn’t from the start, so why start now. Your friends would be sympathetic and supportive, but you also knew of some friends, but more so family, that would be telling you ‘I told you so’.

Your mother had warned you from the beginning, telling you that he had no business being with someone that was young enough to be his daughter regardless of whether or not you were both consenting adults, which had been your main defense all along. He was able to connect with your dad on sports, alcohol, and music and had even made the connection that they might have played each other in football in high school. That thought made you feel a little uncomfortable, but it wasn’t enough for you to see the concerns that even your dad silently harbored about this relationship.

You shook your head, drying the ends of your hair with a towel before curing up to lay down on your side, feeling ashamed and embarrassed that you’d even let this go on for as long as you had. There were so many signs and you’d missed them all, wearing what you could only describe as rose tinted glasses to see the world through the lens of the hope of true love.

You stayed on your side, curled up, until you glanced at the alarm clock to see the time. It was then that you were brought back to a few months prior, naked and curled up on your side in his bed as he pulled you into his chest. You felt dirty and ashamed. It was one thing for you to use your body to stop an argument and to pose a distraction from harsh words and glass bottles being thrown around, but it was another for him to go along with it. You wanted him to not take you up on your offer, coming to you with the proposition to talk about the problem at hand instead of just fucking to forget. The memory made you feel sick to your stomach…they all did.

The only thing that hurt worse than the bad memories were the ones that radiated any glimmer of hope into the spiral of your relationship. You baked cookies together at one in the morning all because you just wanted to. He wrapped his arms around your waist as you mixed the ingredients and got them prepared and hoisted you onto the counter to kiss you while you waited for the oven timer to go off. He told you all about his childhood…from his friends to the farm…information you’d never think of sharing, let alone weaponizing. You told him about yours and how you’d always dreamed of falling madly in love, getting married, and having children as to drop some kind of hint to him. He told you he loved you not even a week later when he’d come over to spend the evening with you, but the kiss that followed tasted of whiskey, planting the seed of doubt in your heart that you’d work hard to push back down every time you said those three words to him.

The good did not outweigh the bad, but your mind couldn’t wrap around the idea that someone could be that kind only to be so cruel. How could someone love you and then destroy you with such simplicity? Unless, they never loved you at all. You shook your head, trying to shake the thought out of the forefront of your mind. That could never be the case, but what if it was?

You were jarred from your thoughts by the sound of not knocking, but pounding on your door. You jumped, unsettled by the noise. You walked to the door, peering through the peephole only to see Stan standing on your doormat, partially slumped over on the door, using his closed fist to pound on the door. He apologized, begging you to answer the door through slurred words all because he loves you and he made a mistake.

You opened the door and Stan all but fell inside, stumbling and grabbing a hold of a coat rack and your arm. Several items fell off of the coat rack as he picked himself up. You rolled your eyes watching him scramble to pick them up out of the floor, almost falling again.

“Just leave it.” You replied coldly.

“N-No, I did this…I fucked it up like I fuck up everything else.” he handed you a beanie and a hoodie and you took it into your arms with a deep sigh of frustration.

His hand landed on a red knit infinity scarf. He picked it up and took a good look at it. “You had this on when we went to see Shelley and mom. I-It matched the flowers.”

You took a hard swallow, pursing your lips, “Yeah…” Your mind went back to the red carnations Stan placed on his sister and his mother’s graves that day. Regardless of his behavior, you couldn’t help but pity him when it came to his family. It was a tragedy and there wasn’t anyone that could deny that.

Once you hung the articles back on the rack, you turned to Stan, who was leaning on the wall for support. He was more than obviously drunk, per usual. You cursed the availability of self-driving cars, but you doubt deep-down that his drunken state would’ve kept him from getting behind the wheel to try and keep you entrapped considering it was something that would ultimately benefit him. Despite his self-deprecating behaviors, Stan was the love of his own life. He was his own number one and there was no one that could knock him out of that position short of the bottle.

You crossed your arms over your chest, “What do you want, Stanley? You told me to get out of your house and that we were done.”

“I-I know…but…I couldn’t…I couldn’t let you leave. I love you, Y/N. I love you and need you, baby.” he slurred, reaching for you. You took a step back and rolled your eyes as he continued, “Alexa told me I needed to stay away from you, but I just can’t. I can’t do that. She told me to stay away from ‘that little girl’ and to find someone my own age, but I told her that you’re a woman and you’re mature. It’s fine. You know that, right? I’m not…I’m not worried about your age.”

You blinked, perplexed by his statements considering what he’d said earlier, “I don’t even know how to respond to that.”

“Remember when Kyle said he didn’t know I had a daughter, but it wasn’t my daughter, it was you?”

“Yeah, and I remember your other friend stopping me at the bar telling me I needed to run too.”

The whole reunion felt like a fever dream, but the comments made by Kyle, as well as the man at the bar…a taller man with dark hair and tanned skin who was holding the hand of his husband who also looked at you with deep concern etched onto his features…stuck with you. You knew by their impact that you shouldn’t have let them go, but instead, you forced them to the back of your mind every time they’d reappear. You’d remind yourself that these people no longer knew Stan, because it’d been decades since their school years. The presence of a freshly twenty-something year old on the arm of a fifty-year old was everything an outsider needed to know about Stan Marsh.

“That’s a good idea…let’s run…let’s go to Vegas…let’s get married. I love you and I want you to stay with me.” he begged, this time dropping to his knees.

“Get up, Stan. This is ridiculous.” You said, extending a hand to help him up. He stood back up and walked closer towards you, putting his hands on your waist. Tears were welled up in his eyes and his face was flushed. You couldn’t tell if this was from the heat of the whiskey, emotion, or his history of having a sensitive stomach in times of high stress.

“I'm so sorry.” He leaned in and pressed his forehead to yours. His lips lingered near yours and your chest tightened. Your love for the man in front of you was doing its best to fight off the anger and sorrow you were feeling as if you hadn’t been down this road before. This was a normal occurrence even if it wasn’t in the presence of a potential break up. Every fight ended like this. He’d get drunk, apologize, kiss you, fuck you, and then wake up the next day hungover. The fight would be long since forgotten.

“I can’t do this, Stan.” Your voice cracked, “I love you, but I can’t do this.”

“But you love me.”

“Sometimes love isn’t enough.” You spoke plainly, gently putting your hands on his chest to slowly push him away. Your stomach turned a little, knowing his past history of violence. He’d never hit you, but any nearby object was fair game to be tossed through the air in your general direction. You didn’t trust him not to hit you, and that should’ve been another red flag, but it also went ignored.

“But…”

“You took my virginity when we were both drunk. You lied about my age at the reunion until someone told you there was no way I was almost thirty. You’re basically unemployed. You drink all day and half-ass your job to the point where you lose clients quicker than you make money.” The more you spoke, the more the anger began to rise as you recalled all of the things you’d been ignoring for so long, “You’ve thrown full glass bottles of whiskey at me. You’ve thrown long neck bottles, shot glasses…basically anything you can drink your sorrows away in has been thrown my way on top of your phone, my fucking water bottle…anything with weight to it. You ruined my twenty-first by not showing up to my party and blacking out drunk in your own fucking bedroom, which made my parents hate you…”

“Your parents love me!” The rest of your points going ignored again.

“You really are oblivious as fuck, aren’t you? I’m dying inside, Stan. I can’t fucking doing this anymore. You have ruined me and I don’t know if I’ll ever be myself again. You said if we had been closer in age maybe it would’ve been fine…but I don’t even think you could hold a relationship with someone your own age. If Wendy wasn’t married, you would’ve left me that night and moved on to ruin her too…but I don’t think she would’ve given you the opportunity…because admittedly, she’s not young and fucking stupid like me.” You pursed your lips, taking a breath, “You couldn’t manipulate her the way you do me…the way you did me…because we’re done, Stanley.”

He looked at you, eyes glazed over, his brain taking longer to process what you’d said due to his state of intoxication.

“I loved you and I tried to be there for you. I tried to create a safe space, because fuck, no one’s done it for you for the last fifty some years and I thought you deserved it…but you just took advantage of it.” You said, shaking your head, “I hope one day you find everything you’re missing. I hope you go to rehab, because you need it. I hope you make peace with your father, because you need that too.”

“Fuck Randy. I fucking hate Randy. He’s…”

“He’s your dad and sure he’s fucked up over the years, but it’s not like you’re some saint either. You both have made mistakes. Go to therapy, get your shit together, and go find happiness…with someone who isn’t me…and is closer to your own age.”

Tears had started to stream down your face rapidly and you hadn’t noticed. He stepped closer and reached up to wipe your tears away. You shook your head, reaching up to wipe them off yourself.

“I’ll go with you out to your car and program it to take you back home, but after that, I don’t want to see you ever again.”

“You don’t mean that.”

You nodded, “I do…and I’d normally say that I’m sorry, but I really don’t think I am.”

“I thought we were made for each other.” he paused, “Maybe another time…in another life?”

You shrugged. The sentiment was nice. It was pleasant to think about, but it was sadly not a reality. It was doubtful that your lives would ever cross again and it was unlikely that he’d change. In another life, maybe, but that wasn’t something you were even sure existed.

“I don’t know, Stan.” You said, wrapping your arms around your midriff.

“I love you.”

You didn’t say anything. You opened the door and motioned for him to follow you. On your way out, the red of the scarf hanging from the coat rack caught your eye. For a brief second, your hand reached up to take it, debating on dropping the knit accessory in the back seat of his car. You knew that this would just enable Stan to try and contact you again and begin this cycle in a never-ending loop like the article of clothing itself.

You wordlessly followed Stan to his car, programming it to drive him back to his home before helping him into his seat and closing the door. You backed up, watching the car start to pull out of the lot and head down the street as he exited your life for good.

It was rare, I was there, I remember it all too well…

#south park #south park fanfiction #south park x reader #stan marsh #pc!stan #pc!stan marsh #post-covid #post-covid special #stan marsh x reader #stan marsh x yn #stan marsh x you #south park x yn #south park x you

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lulu24784 · 1 year

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washing machine heart | part 3

"I know who you pretend I am."

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synopsis: | You're absolutely infatuated with Stan Marsh and have even started dating him! It should be a dream come true, but the truth is, he's only with you to make Wendy Testaburger jealous. To help you work through your emotions, you turn to Kenny McCormick, your best friend.

pairings: | kenny mccormick x fem! reader ; stan marsh x fem! reader ; wendy testaburger x stan marsh

cws: | angst, drug use/drug mentions, explicit language, sexual content, unrequited love, mental health themes / sh

everyone is aged up to be 18+

Kenny McCormick was South Park High’s biggest playboy.

Girls would drop their panties just at the sight of him! ... Not really, but a boy could dream. There was no disputing, though, that he had a way with women. Everything was great, and he enjoyed dating different girls occasionally, but for some reason, every time he caught a glance of you, his heart would race.

He had never felt this way before, despite the fact that you two have been friends since fifth grade. It was pretty new, only starting within the last... Two years? If that could be considered “new.” He would occasionally catch himself thinking about you while in class and would find himself staring at you for much too long. Hell, he couldn’t stop thinking about you even when he was with another girl.

The way you’d laugh along with his lewd jokes while seeming adorably shy. How much you genuinely cared about him and wanted to make sure he was always doing okay. How you’d share your lunches with him or bring him and his sister, Karen, over for dinner.

That was another thing.

How nicely you got along with his younger sister. That was a feat in itself.

Kenny thought you were the cutest thing imaginable, which didn’t help either. Typically, he was drawn to confident party girls with rocking bodies... But something about you drove him wild. He figured you had a gorgeous body beneath your oversized sweaters and skirts.

Not that... That was all that mattered, of course! You have a lovely personality as well! Your entire being was perfect.

Kenny was completely enamoured. There was no denying it at this point.

There was just one problem.

Stan Marsh.

Although it was difficult to accept, Kenny had come to terms with the fact that you would never feel the same way about him as you did about Stan. He had heard how you spoke of him, your words practically dripping with adoration. He’d seen how you’d react when Stan simply grabbed your hand.

Kenny wished it were him instead.

For the time being, he would just have to settle for being the best friend. It was still okay! In all honesty, the fact that he was present in your life was all that mattered. Yet, he would beat the shit out of Stan if he ever caused you any hurt. He would do it whether or not it destroyed your friendship.

He was furious that Stan was effectively using you to get even with Wendy. Stan’s actions were plain to see. It was obvious to everyone. The fact that the idiot had to drag you into his tumultuous, drama-filled relationship with Wendy made Kenny livid. Stan could have picked anyone, so why you? You made it clear that you were madly in love with him, so of course it was because of that.

It has to be a good ego boost.

Kenny strolled along the street, towards your house. Following your “date” with Stan, he had bugged you to visit. The blond was giddy. He would have some quality time with you—alone. Just the two of you. His sigh was dreamy. Surely, thoughts like these couldn’t be healthy for his heart.

He approached your door and gave it a gentle knock. After a moment, the door slowly opened. You were looking up at him with the prettiest fucking smile he had ever seen when he looked down to see you.

God dammit.

Kenny made his way inside as you let him through the door. He couldn’t help but notice that all the pillows and blankets in front of the television were arranged to resemble a small blanket fort. A few lit candles were placed by the windowsill.

The atmosphere felt romantic.

You smiled at him endearingly.

“I figured we could eat snacks and play some games!” You spoke, full of excitement, as you made your way over to the blanket fort.

Kenny was awestruck. This was bad. Oh, so bad.

Throwing his orange parka off to the side, he moved over to the blanket fort and sat down next to you, nervously swallowing. His senses were overwhelmed by the scent of you; patchouli and vanilla. He saw some chips and a few soda cans as he took a look around the blanket fort. A Gamesphere and a couple stacks of movie cases were also there in front of the television.

“I picked out some movies too, in case we get bored. Oh! And if you want more to eat, I can order a pizza.” You spoke, setting up the video game console.

Kenny leaned back, grabbed a controller, and nodded.

You two spent a couple hours playing games and chatting about random topics like school.

“I’m surprised you didn’t have a booty call tonight,” you flashed the blond a mischievous grin.

Kenny just chuckled and poked your nose, “Nah, you’re more important.” He winked.

It wasn’t a lie. He would have cancelled any plans he had with another girl the moment you texted him back, even if he’d previously planned them. You were the only one he actually cared about.

Taking a sip of his drink, Kenny slowly averted his gaze to the television; Not wanting to look at you.

“How was your date with Stan?” He inquired, feeling slightly more anxious. A joint would be good right about now. Why did he even have to ask? He felt like an idiot.

“Um... It was alright.” You shifted awkwardly. “Just the usual.”

You were visibly upset, and Kenny could tell. It’s pretty apparent that the anticipated date didn’t pan.

He scowled as he fiddled with the drink can tab.

“A quick fuck then?”

His words were filled with venom. He hadn’t intended for it to come out that way, but there was nothing he could do about it now. He turned to face you, seeing your shocked expression.

“Kenny... What the fuck?” You glared. “He’s not like that.”

He gave an eye-roll. “Yeah... I saw him with Wendy when I skipped class. They seem like they're getting pretty close again.”

Kenny saw as your expression began to wane and become dejected. He was such a scumbag. What a great way to sour the occasion.

He exhaled and drew you close to him by wrapping an arm over you.

“I’m sorry,” he muttered. “I just don’t want him fucking you around, y’know?”

With tears starting to form in your eyes, you gazed up at him.

“You’re my best friend... I just want what’s best for you.” In an effort to cover up his feelings, Kenny fluffed up your hair.

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You knew he was just looking out for you, but his words stung.

Stan would abandon you for Wendy as soon as he could. That much was obvious. Why couldn’t you get that through your head? You knew, you knew, you knew... And yet... When you had that notion, your chest tightened, and you hugged Kenny. He held you in his arms and caressed your hair as you sobbed against his chest.

“I-It’s not... It’s not fair.” You cried. “Why can’t... sniff... I be good enough!?”

Your head was pounding, and your heart hurt. All of your feelings of inadequacy flooded back into your mind. Even though you weren’t sure if Stan would actually leave you, your insecurities convinced you that he would. It felt like you were spiraling.

“You’re more than enough. He’s just an idiot.” Kenny muttered, resting his chin on top of your head.

“He wouldn’t even fuck me.” Feeling ashamed of what you had admitted, you clung to Kenny’s shirt and covered your face.

“Oh, well, he’s an even bigger idiot than I thought.” He laughed, “I woulda fucked you on the first date. No hesitation.”

Your cheeks turned red, and you shoved Kenny while giggling a little at his vulgar comment.

“You’re such a perv.” You sat up, wiped the tears from your face, and sniffled a little. “It’s really embarrassing, though. I feel like there’s something wrong with me.”

Kenny squeezed your cheeks in his hands while huffing a little and grinning. “You’re perfect, shuddup!!” He groaned.

As you gave him another big hug, you giggled.

You were already used to Kenny’s flirty remarks by this point. None of it actually meant anything. He was just trying to cheer you up! Right?

A part of you couldn’t help but feel a little sad at the thought, but you weren’t sure why.

“Hey, why don’t we watch a movie now?” he softly pulled away from you and shifted towards the television, pointing to the stack of movie cases.

“It’s getting kind of late though, hey?” You checked the time on your phone and saw that it was already eleven o’clock.

Kenny grinned a little and pressed play on the film. “Whaaat? You’re not gonna let me stay the night?” He teased.

You gave him a long look before exhaling dramatically, “Well... I guess my parents won’t be home... Yeah, whatever. You can stay.” You crawled out of the blanket fort. “I’ll go get s’more pillows.”

You walked over to one of your house’s storage closets and grabbed a couple of extra pillows your folks had stored away.

“Don’t you have plans for tomorrow, though? With the guys? Stan mentioned gaming or something.” Throwing the pillows into the fort, you then crept back inside where you nestled up next to Kenny and laid down, making yourself at home.

“Oh, yeah. It’s whatever. It’s not ‘till later, anyway,” Kenny shrugged and sank down next to you. “You wanna come?” Even though he wasn’t really paying attention to what was on the television, he continued to stare at it.

“Won’t Stan be upset?”

“Who cares? You’re my friend. He can suck it.”

You nodded while smiling. “Yeah, I guess I’ll go with. But if Stan gets mad because he wanted guy time, it’s on you.”

“Yeah yeah.”

The two of you laid in the fort, watching the movie. Eventually you fell asleep, curled up next to the blond. As he cast a quick glance your way, Kenny smiled gently. He softly moved the strands of hair that fell over your face and gave you a little kiss on the forehead. His sunny smile grew saddened as he wished he could do this all the time. Another thought filled his head; He couldn't believe Stan hadn't had sex with you yet.

What a dumbass.

Slowly, he drifted off as well.

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