#south park fanfic

[urspopinionsareshit]

Why is it always "Kyle is jealous of Wendy", "Kyle is secretly pining over Stan and resents Wendy" when scenes like this exist in canon:

I'm just saying. Maybe switch it up once in awhile?

#style #sp style #kyle broflovski #stan marsh #south park #south park fanfiction #south park fanfic #before anyone says ''do it yourself'' i already did actually but i can't just read my own fics #my posts

[h-harleybaby]

A very haunted Halloween [Stan Marsh edition]

Your breathing was heavy as you ran through the unfamiliar woods, the huffing and howling of wolves only encouraged you to run faster. Your legs burned and screamed at you to stop but your sense of self preservation was stronger than how much you wanted to give up. The forest is fine they said, the forest is beautiful at night they told you. So fucking much for them.

Earlier that night, Clyde had invited you to go on a trail late at night on Halloween with a group of friends. Something about smoking a little and maybe some alcohol. Obviously, you were stupid enough to agree because now you found yourself running for your life at midnight in woods you had never been in.

The path you found yourself following was one that smelled like wet dog, paved with the steps of those running and the claw marks of those chasing. Wolves howled loudly behind you, like they were cheering you on for lasting this long.

Soon the wolves started dispersing, heading in different ways as if they were now chasing something else. One wolf remained, with shiny black fur and blue eyes that seemed so familiar. There was hunger in those eyes, and it wanted flesh. Well that’s what your mind screamed at you anyways.

This was NOT how you imagined you would spend your Halloween, this was bullshit! You found yourself under a wolf as it drooled on you, bright blue eyes staring into yours. The very wolf you had been running away from because it was trying to maul you. Something about its eyes told you not to worry yet common sense told you to scream and pray someone would hear you. You tried pushing the wolf off but it was much too heavy for you to fight. After it growled and slobbered in your face, it licked you and plopped down on your body like it was laying on you.

You quickly accepted your fate, the wolf clearly liked you and there was no leaving it. It innocently looked at you like it didn’t just tackle you, it’s tongue sticking out as it’s eyes fluttered shut. The other wolves from earlier flocked around you both, but as they came up you could hear a sick crunching. It wasn’t from chewing, no. It was from bones crunching and breaking before healing almost immediately. Fur was shed and the wolves stood upright as they turned into familiar faces.

Well not all too many of them were familiar, but Clyde’s face stood out from all of them. They all stood around you in tattered clothes and bright smiles. The moon was long gone by now, the sun starting to raise and your weary limbs starting to really feel the ache of running for your life.

“Maaaan you should’ve been here earlier, Stan got us the weed and hoooly shit! Speaking of, someone should like.. wake him up or something?” Clyde said before inching towards you guys, tapping the black wolf with his bare foot. With one more pathetic howl that sounded like a groan, the black wolf- who you now know as Stan, transformed back.

His bones crunched and it was disgusting to hear so close to you, but he still looked up from your chest with a goofy smile. His fur was quickly shed, replaced with familiar torn clothes. He fake coughed awkwardly as he watched your face turn from confusion to a mixture of relief and slight anger, trying to ignore the stiffening appendage against your thigh. The group snickered and quickly left the two of you alone, Clyde trying to hold back a cackle.

“Sorry.. I was supposed to ask you out tonight but that went.. I swear it was Clyde’s idea to do all this! How about I take you out later? As a sorry I promise!”

You’ve survived, how does it feel?

#South Park x reader #south park x you #south park x y/n #south park fanfic #south park fanfiction #stan x you #stan x reader #stan marsh x reader #stan marsh x y/n #stan marsh x you

[labratatouille]

CHAPTER 10 IS OUT!!

#south park #kenny mccormick #stan marsh #butters stotch #it’s a fanfic #eric cartman #kyle broflovski #sp kyle #sp style #south park fanfic

[broflovski-brah]

I wanna request something.

Kyle from south Park comforting tiny y/n after a nightmare

Of course, friend!!

Giant!Kyle x Tiny!Reader- Nightmares.

(Note: All characters are aged up to sixteen or so. They are high school students)

I wasn’t sure if you wanted platonic or romantic so you choose lol

TW: nightmares, yelling, arguing

As a tiny, life could be hard.

Oftentimes you were busy just trying not to be trod upon or accidentally crushed by one of the giants around you, seeing as they were each at least 100 feet tall. It was scary, being almost twenty times smaller than them. But the one exception was Kyle.

Now Kyle was known to be one of the angrier giants of the bunch, often losing his temper if he were pushed hard enough, but he never acted out violently. He only really beat up one person in his lifetime, and it had been for a good reason.

Through all in all, Kyle was a real sweetheart. He could be oblivious at times, yes; but he was never cruel or mean to you. For you, he was all bark, no bite. Especially since you were so small.

After you had been found in South Park, kept as one of the ‘school pets’ for a bit. And though you were never treated like an animal, Kyle still felt it wasn’t right to keep you in some glass cage to be observed and looked at in such ways. So…he saved you. And while he’s, when he did it was terrifying to see a gloved hand the size of your own body and then some reaching in and grabbing you, he was nothing but soft and gentle.

After a while, you and Kyle began growing closer to each other, despite you being twenty or so times smaller than them. You celebrated Hanukkah with the Broflovskis as well, and any other holiday you celebrate in the winter and even then some. They were pretty tolerant of your religion. Eventually, Kyle began to carry you around everywhere he went. Mainly out of fear that you would get lost (not that he would admit that; he usually claimed you would ‘mess up his room while he was gone’) but also because he was afraid of what his friends would do. So, you two were attached at the hip. This included while you were sleeping.

You slept on his nightstand in a small matchbox bed he had made for you. It had a small piece of linen cloth as a blanket and even a tiny mattess made from a memory foam piece that he had cut out from one of the fidgets he owned (stress from school really got to him sometimes). There was a tiny pillow made of cotton as well. After Kyle had tucked you in, (as you begged hun to do) he hesitated before placing a kiss to your forehead. His lips were the size of your entire upper body, so it was tough. Afterwards, you just blushed a bit, flattered with the kiss. He backed up and soon went to bed. His glasses were right on the stand next to you. It was funny, seeing how big they were compared to you…not that you minded.

Eventually, Kyle began to snore gently. His breathing was labored with the hands of sleep as his huge chest rose up and down as he slept…his hand was outstretched as he turned in his sleep…and it all hit you just how…big…he was. He could crush you with one wrong move. That scared the shit out of you. But surely, he wouldn’t hurt you. Not intentionally, at least.

Right?

So, with that you drifted to sleep.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ You awoke the next morning with a start, hearing Kyle’s door slam. You jolted up out of bed as he came into his room. He was fuming. Now this wasn’t unlike Kyle; he had some anger issues, even if he was mellowing out in his teenage years, he was known for his emotional outbursts. His face was almost as red as his hair as he threw his trapper hat down in a fit of rage. You felt your body calm up as you slowly got out of bed. You looked up at Kyle. He had blood dripping from his nose and a few cuts on his cheeks. He looked awful.

“Kyle..? Ky? Is everything okay?”

Your tone was shaking. Hell, you were shaking. You hated seeing Kyle this worked up. Kyle turned his rage onto you.

“Is everything okay?”

His tone was short, and almost eerily gentle. Like a snake lulling it’s prey into it’s opened jaws. He slammed his huge fist onto the nightstand, his eyes nearly glowing with rage. His fist was nearly the size of you, and the sheer force of which he slammed it down sent you toppling over. You scrambled back to not be squished before looking up at him in terror. He rose to his full height, looming above you. His gaze was dark as he scowled

“YOU RUINED MY LIFE!”

He snapped, his breathing heavy and his lips curled into a sneer. You flinched back as Kyle continued to look at you as if you had killed Ike.

“Me..?Um…I didn’t…I…I err…” You stammered. Kyle just grew more irate.

“All you do say in and day out is ruin everything! I never wanted a pathetic brat like you!” he snapped, practically snarling. You tried running off, but he was much faster. You could feel the heavy booming of his steps as he made his way over to you.

“You RAN OFF AND I DELIBERATELY TOLD YOU NOT TO!” He screamed, fury in his voice as it ripped up his throat and tore it red raw.

“And now I had to save your sorry ass from fucking Cartman himself because you couldn’t stay here for FIVE GODDAMN MINUTES!” He angrily punched the nightstand again. You tried to speak.

“Kyle! I…I didn’t…I don’t…” You continued stammering.

Kyle looked down with an almost evil look. “Just get out of my life!” he snapped. He picked you up in his fist and you screamed and wailed in terror…and then you woke up.

You weren’t awaken by a huge fist squeezing your insides out, you weren’t woken up by the ginger snapping and screaming…you were awoken by a gentle shaking of your body. You only saw his finger…his finger that was about twice your size…and you jumped back, panic filling your expression. Your heart dropped to your stomach.

Kyle saw this reaction and immediately was confused. He quickly put two and two together though. You were crying in your sleep, twitching and muttering…and now you were afraid. He realized you were probably just having a nightmare.

He withdrew his finger, instead, sitting up in bed. He yawned, which only allowed you to see his teeth…his teeth which could aw easily kill you…and you flinched back again. Kyle saw this and put his fist over his mouth to hide it while he yawned. He rubbed his eyes blearily and reached for his glasses before putting them on. His hair was a mess of red curls, tangled and poofy looking. It looked soft.

Kyle looked at you with concerned green eyes.

“Woah, dude…are you okay?”

Genuine concern laced his voice. He wasn’t really good at showing comfort or concern. He was an awkward boy, but when he had to be, he knew just what to do. He held his hand out for you, his pale skin was slightly lit by the dim, silvery moonlight. His eyes were gentle and he had a small, somewhat encouraging smile resting on his lips. He looked almost like he was inviting you to cuddle…

And so, with your fear subsiding for the moment, you hesitantly reached for Kyle’s hand. You soon reached out and grabbed his finger. He reached out and gently cupped you in his hands; a stark difference from the nightmare-Kyle who practically just squeezed your insides until they came out. You nearly cried from relief as Kyle sat up and turned on his lamp. His eyes were droopy and he lofted one hand to his mouth to yawn into, not wanting to scare you anymore. He crossed his legs and tilted his head.

“What happened?”

His tone was soft and caring. Nightmares were something he could usually help with when it came to comfort. After all, Ike still had reoccurring nightmares about dead celebrities. He was good with helping others, just he could be awkward at times.

You looked up with wide (E/C) eyes and fiddled with your hair. You looked down.

“I…I um…had a night…a nightmare…” you stammered.

Kyle looked at you with sympathy.

“Would you like to talk about it?”

His voice was husky and deep from just having woken up, but it was a bit endearing. He waited for you to speak, and you did.

“I…I ran wway…from…uh…from you…Cartman found me…”

Kyle rolled his eyes a bit at the name ‘Cartman’ before nodding for you to continue.

“And…and I…you came home…you were pissed and angry and you…you hurt…”

You were working yourself up again. Kyle’s heart was torn in half as he gazed at you with sad eyes.

“Hey…hey, I would never hurt you, Y/N.” He said, his tone caring and genuine. It was true. While he did have a hard time controlling his emotions sometimes, he wouldn’t hurt you.

You looked up at him, still wary. He saw this and gently stroked your back with the tip of his index finger.

“Would some cuddling help, N/N?” he asked, looking genuinely worried and like he wanted to help. After a moment of thought, you nodded. With a smile, Kyle turned off the light.

“It’s settled then.”

He pulled his hat off his bed’s side and placed you inside of it. He gave your head a gentle kiss, a kiss which covered your face and torso entirely. His lips were soft and warm, and honestly reminded you of home. You were at home with him. He rested you against his chest, his heart pounding strongly, working to keep his body healthy. You felt the strong pulsing like a drum under your time form, the only barrier between you and the drum in his chest was his green, fluffy hat and his t-shirt. Before going to bef, he whispered one last thing.

“I love you, Y/N…”

And you both fell asleep to the rhythm of his heart and breathing, knowing everything was okay. You were at peace, and you could finally rest knowing you were safe here.

You were home.

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Ah, sorry for that cheesy ending! I hope this is what you wanted. Sorry for the long wait, been awful busy; i’ll get back on track with the rest of all your requests soon!

#g/t #south park g/t #kyle broflovski #kyle #broflovski #south park #south park fanfic #south park x reader #giant #tiny #angst #comfort #fluff #fluff/angst #angst/fluff #hurt/comfort #kyle broflovski x reader

[lunarwhisperer]

holy crap, it can't believe this actually happened!! mended hearts is currently #1 story under the #stendy tag on wattpad! I don't know how much longer it will stay that way, but I'm glad it actually happened!

#south park #southpark #stendy #south park stendy #sp stendy #south park fanfiction #south park fanfic

[caughtonwebcam]

my trans! kyle au

this is still a wip but here’s a snippet of a fanfic I’m writing :)

cw: mentions/descriptions of menstruation/blood, gender dysphoria

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“It’s perfectly normal, bubbie. You’re just getting older. Your body is maturing into an adult.”

Kyle fidgeted with his hands, sinking lower into his bed in shame.

“But I’m not an adult! I’m only thirteen!” he exclaimed to his mother, still refusing to make eye contact. “Why is this happening?” 

The red-haired woman raised an eyebrow. “They didn’t teach you in school?”

Kyle shook his head, confused as ever. The education system when it came to sex ed was never the best. He had recalled learning about periods, but it was never properly explained how it worked and his own biology. It was all about STDs and abstinence. 

“Well,” started Sheila, “once a month, your body releases an egg to be fertilized by a man and make a baby. If it’s not fertilized, the blood build up for the baby is disposed of through the vagina.”

Kyle shuddered, recoiling in disgust. “Ugh! Don’t say that word!”

His mother rolled her eyes. “Be mature, Kyle. Anyways, it’s what’s called a menstrual cycle. Does that make sense?”

Kyle wrinkled his nose. Gross. What if he didn’t want to give birth to a kid? And for a week each month? What was the point?  He shrugged.

Sheila sighed, rubbing the Kyle’s back in comfort. The scrawny boy still trembled a little, still taken aback by what was happening to him. “You see, Kyle,” Sheila began steadily, “it’s something every… every…” She trailed off, searching for better wording.

Kyle perked his head up, eyes widening with concern. “Every what?”

“— Every female born person experiences. It’s nothing to be embarrassed about.”  There it was again. A reminder. Of the stupid body that was given to him by God. The curse of femininity that he couldn’t erase no matter how hard he tried. He could cut his hair, layer sports bras under his orange jacket, deepen his voice and yet, while it did help ease his dysphoria significantly, he’d still bleed. Both his uterus and heart. If anything, that was scarier than the first sight of blood in the school bathroom earlier that day. 

Kyle groaned, burying his sunspot dappled face in his arms, another pang of  nausea twisting in his abdomen. 

Ugh, shit. How long is this gonna last?

“I think I’m just gonna… lay down for a bit,” the boy grumbled as he pulled the plush comforter over his head. Sheila nodded, ruffling Kyle’s red curls sympathetically. 

“Sure,” she replied, “I’m going to go make you some hot tea. It’ll help soothe the cramps.”

Kyle smiled weakly, “thanks mom.”

When she shut the door behind her, the ginger boy’s grin fell, being replaced by a sour grimace as the twisting in his gut made him want to vomit, his head feeling lighter. He rolled onto his back, cringing as the small movement made more warm blood flow out of him. 

Kyle clutched his stomach and squeezed his thighs together as tears pricked his eyes. 

Holy fuck. This was the worst.

~~~

Stan pursed his lips as he rang the doorbell. Something must have been really wrong if Kyle left school early. Was he hurt? The question plagued his mind until suddenly, Sheila opened the door. She looked down and smiled, being met with the boy, who carried a large gift basket filled to brim with boxes of sanitary products, among other things. “Can I help you?”

”Um, hi, Ms. Broflovski. Is Kyle home?”

Sheila glanced back for a moment, before returning her gaze to Stan. “Yes,” she replied, “he’s upstairs resting right now, though.” 

Stan’s eyes brightened. Good, so he was okay. “Can I see him?”

Sheila bit her bottom lip. “I wouldn’t right now if I were you.”

”Please?” Stan pleaded, “can you at least just give this to him and say it’s from me?” He held up the basket.

Sheila exhaled. “Okay, fine. But I’m not sure if he’s in the mood for visitors.”

#south park #south park fanfic #trans character #trans kyle broflovski #transgender #kyle broflovski #stan marsh

[kestalsblog]

I will stop reading a South Park fanfic immediately if Eric maturing or being redeemed is shown through weight loss. I’m all about redemptive Cartman, but why can’t he be overweight and still be a better person? When we see adult Eric in the Covid special, he’s still big. He’s a big character, and yeah it’s played as a joke among the boys, but I dislike when fic writers somehow correlate his toxic personality only with the size of his body. Sure, if you want to write about him trying to improve his life and exercise is one part of that - I can’t get on board! But skinny = good. Nope!

#Eric cartman #South Park fanfic #South Park #South Park Eric

[creamymilkk]

I hope ur still active but can you do teenage Kyle finding out his s/o has a thing for red heads??

🦊♡ “I mean.. yeah..I do have a thing for redheads…" ♡🦊

༉‧₊˚ #Teenage!Kyle x GN!Reader 

𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. . .

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█████▒▒▒▒▒𝟕𝟎%

███████▒▒▒𝟏𝟎𝟎%

██████████ 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞

. ˚₊ ꒱ Pairing/Pairings: Teenage Kyle and Reader.

༉‧₊˚ -Format: Headcanons/Blurb

× &﹕Summary: All of your friends try to bring up a fact about you to Kyle but you didn't want that until he found out...

×﹕♺ AUTHOR’S NOTE(S): Hey! Im getting back to writing:D so I will 100% be more active, AND MY GOD THIS IDEA IS SOOO GOOD!! I’m in the writing mood sooo BLURB TIME:3 (Y/F = Your friend’s name, E/N = Ex name.)

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♡- Let’s begin, you two met at highschool. Sooner and later, you two become a thing. Which you two were honestly such a power couple.

♡-  I mean everyone wanted a relationship like you two, even Wendy wanted Stan to act like his best friend. ANYWAYS, back to the main thing.

♡- Let’s just say when you introduce your new boyfriend to your friends, let’s say they were giggling and whispering to you about your boyfriend…

♡- “Really, y/n? I thought you were done with…” before your friend could finish the sentence. You were already pulling Kyle away from them. 

♡- He was already wondering what ‘you were done with’ her words not his. He kept asking you what they meant but you kept changing the topic.

♡-”Hey sweetheart, what was your friend about to say-”

♡- but before he finished “Look at the time! I have to go to math class, I don’t want to be late like last time!!” Then you were fast walking to your ‘math class’ even though you were just going to the bathroom.

♡- You were just shy about the topic and didn’t know what Kyle would say.

♡- Kyle would usually drop the topic after knowing you didn’t want to talk about it but he couldn’t get this out of his mind. So he did some digging (by digging just asking your friends)

♡- And oh boy..he didn’t think it was that..

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Kyle didn’t know what you were hiding, I mean it couldn’t be that bad right? The red head boy just sighed as he closed his locker. The school day couldn’t be faster? I mean for him, the day went slower than a snail. Yes. A snail. But luckily he made it through lunch time, where he saw your friends looking at him and was giggling. Then there was his partner, in the middle. Blushing like crazy, soon they made eye contact. Then they quickly stood up and headed to the bathroom, he just knew there was something she was hiding. But he couldn’t quite pin what was the reason, they couldn’t tell him. So he walked where your friends were. They all saw him walking towards him. They all stopped talking and passed ‘shhh.’ ‘He's coming, act normal!!’ 

“Hey you…” one friend said to Kyle, so awkwardly. “Well me, Y/F and Y/F have to go… to the bathroom!” the friend said and got up with the other friends. Leaving the awkward friend with Kyle. Great. “Um ... I really need to go also! See you!” they said trying to leave before this gets anymore awkward. “Hey no wait-” Kyle said while grabbing their arm. “Look. I really need some answers and I think you might know the answer.” He said while trying to make them sit down, he really hoped that they might answer the question. “Okay fine! What is it?” they said their voice was growing louder than before. “What’s Y/n hiding?” “What do you mean?” “You know what I mean! The reason why you guys were giggling” He said clearly getting annoyed. He knew they were acting dumb. “Ohhh! That” they giggled. “I thought Y/N already told you” Starting to smirk at him, “Well if they did, I wouldn’t even have asked you!” he said, getting mad. “Okay, so you already know they dated other people right?” “um..yeah?” He said confused. “What’s E/X hair color?” “Red?” “yup! Now what's E/x hair color?” “Red?” ‘What are they getting on?’ he thought. “Now what's your hair color?” “It’s Red.” “your so dumb.” “huh? What do you mean, I don’t get it.” “dude. Y/N has a thing with red heads.”

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♡- So there he was in front of the bathroom, waiting for you to come out.

♡- He couldn’t help but get flustered. Something about that just made him blush just like his hair color.

♡- He used to hate his hair when he was younger, I mean Cartman made fun of him for it. Nobody even used to like it.

♡- Just you liking his hair color just made him blush like crazy. So you did kinda boost his ego. 

♡- When you finally came out and saw him. All you could do is stare at him, your friends already quickly told you what happened. You were going to kill F/N.

♡- “Hey Y/n, I finally found out what was brothering you!”

♡- he said while smirking just a little.

♡- “So your into read heads?” He said clearly knowing how much that made you blush like crazy. Just. Like. His. Hair color. He thought.

♡- “NO!” you almost yelled.

♡-  “So all of your friends are lying to me?” He said while lightly laughing.

♡-  You sighed, you couldn’t hide it anymore. “I mean.. yeah..I do have a thing for redheads…”

♡-  He couldn’t help but blush. Those words just made him melt.

♡-  You looked up and there was your boyfriend, blushing, eyes wide open, and lost for words. All of that ego was now gone.

♡-  Of course, you couldn’t help but giggle.

♡-  So you kissed him.

♡- “God..I love your red hair.”

♡-  Kyle was just standing still, with such a love struck smile.

#kyle broflovski x reader #kyle x reader #kyle broflovski #kyle brovlofski #south park #south park fanfiction #south park fanfic #south park fandom #gn reader #gender nuetral reader #inbox is always open #inbox open #South Park kyle #im into writing #i hope you like this #im going to cry #i love him so much #i love him

[zal-eska]

Beyond the Stars [Creek One Shot]

Summary: It's been 6 years without Tweek in his life. 6 long years filled with anguish, determination, and a relentless search on where to find him after he was harshly taken away from South Park 

[A Heart Full of Stars one shot - Chapter 1 from Craig's perspective.]

Available on AO3

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* ﾟ. ───

Age 14

Craig clutched at the red jacket he currently had his face smushed into, finding little comfort in the hand that was rubbing up and down his back as he sobbed. He side-eyed the article he had opened on his phone reading ‘Body Found in Colorado, Identity Yet To Be Confirmed’ making him choke out another cry.

“Come on, Craig.” Clyde said softly, used to the routine of Craig scouring the news and then coming to him crying. “It’s probably not Tweek. He’ll be in a nice house somewhere, somewhere safe.”

“But, what if he isn’t.” Craig sniffed, his voice breaking as his throat was raw from the crying session. “I can’t find him anywhere, what if one of these articles will be him?”

“They won’t be.” Clyde rubbed down his arms in an attempt to stop Craig from shivering. “I know this won’t make you feel better now, but Craig, that case was huge. If anything happened to Tweek the media would be all over it, especially if something bad happened to him. Take the silence as a sign of his safety.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* ﾟ. ───

#feeling the angst recetnly lol #after writing the last chapter i really needed angsty craig #boy needs a hug tbh #sp creek fanfic #SP Creek #south park fanfiction #south park fanfic #south park ao3 #tweek x craig #craig x tweek #craig x tweek fanfic #tweek x craig fanfic #sp twaig #creek angst #creek fluff #creek one shot

[wtfwayne]

Just wrote my first south park fanfic. Just fluff, hurt/comfort, a glimpse of angst.

#kenny mccormick #sp kenny #eric cartman #sp cartman #kenny x cartman #kenman #sp kenman #fanfic #fanfic rec #south park fanfic

[urspopinionsareshit]

You know how I often point out that a lot of fanfic authors tend to rewrite canon to make Stan look like more of a victim (eg. making Randy physically abusive, Sharon an aloof mother, etc)? A lot of authors also like to rewrite canon to make Kenny look like more of a hero, especially when it involves Karen or Butters. Like, Kevin might be a blank slate character, but is it really necessary for him to do unspeakable things to Karen for the sole purpose of Kenny swooping in and saving the day? Kenny is already Karen's hero without all of that.

And hoo boy, don't get me started on Stenny fics that feature both victim!Stan and hero!Kenny.

#kenny mccormick #stan marsh #south park #south park fanfiction #south park fanfic #my posts

[h-harleybaby]

butters sneaking out just to trick or treat with reader and his friends maybe….. i can imagine stephen and linda calling it the devil’s holiday

~🍋

I’ll sob ily

Trick or Treat!

• It all started when you brought up the idea of trick or treating a couple days before Halloween. Butters couldn’t even remember the last time he went trick or treating… or at least a time when Cartman didn’t sucker him out of his candy at the end of the night

• Too bad when you brought it up to his parents they immediately shrieked about how they wouldn’t have their son participate in that “devil holiday”. Poor Butters, being confined to his room without even homework to do during Halloween

• Of course that didn’t last long when you climbed up to his window with some of those cheap vampire fangs and a little fake blood. He could never say no to that cute face you make when you beg after all

• After a quick change and a little help from you with the blood you guys snuck out while the sun was setting, little plastic candy pails that y’all were much too old for in hand

• You guys went all over the neighborhood collecting candy, even wearing masks and knocking on Butters door to get some candy from there too. Poor Butters was sweating because he thought his parents would recognize him

• Y’all even went to other towns! Stan ended up giving you guys a ride into neighboring towns if you both gave up a lil candy during the ride. Thank god y’all had money because you guys had so much candy that y’all had to buy another candy pail

• Butters tried scaring a little kid by hissing at it but it only laughed and made fun of him. Too bad that kid accidentally tripped when you guys walked past him. Mhm, it definitely wasn’t you tripping him to get Butters to feel better.. tooootally not

• By end of it, y’all had hit multiple rich neighborhoods and came back with stuff like Pokémon cards and full sized candy bars. A pretty good Halloween haul if I do say so much! Kinda sucks that Butters tripped and lost at least half of his candy. How was he supposed to know that kids would swarm in like rabid animals and claw for whatever they can get?? THEY’RE NOT HUMAN I SAY!!!

• When you took him home you best believe that man was grounded for WEEKS! At least he had enough time to hide the makeshift costume and candy, let’s just hope that ants don’t get to it.. or his grandma, that woman is a bloodhound when it’s candy

• It doesn’t matter though, the next day you snuck in and ate candy with him regardless of him being grounded. He tried biting you with those plastic fangs you got him for a dare and it was really funny to watch him attempt and somehow hurt himself more so than bite you. It’s ok though, with a quick kiss he doesn’t feel as hurt anymore

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[labratatouille]

Chapter 10 in a nutshell👍

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[broflovski-brah]

im being self indulgent so here’s a fix of kyle being sick and sheila taking care of him

“Care for You”

Warnings: Sickness, overeating, stomachaches, the works in a sickfic.

Kyle’s immune system had always been fucked. Ever since he was born he was burdened with having the immune system of a damn squirrel. So oftentimes he would be bombarded with an onslaught of different sicknesses. Fevers. Chills. Colds. Stomach bugs. Flu. You name it, he probably had it at some point. It also didn’t help that he was diabetic, so his immune system was even more compromised.

He knew something was wrong from the moment he woke up. He had felt a sharp throbbing in his abdomen. His stomach twisted inside him. He assumed it must’ve been hunger, though he couldn’t recall feeling hungry that quickly after waking up. He sat up and was instantly hit with a dizzy spell. He groaned and buried his face in his hands. He contemplated going back to bed but he knew that it was a Saturday. Which meant game nights with the boys. And Kyle had promised he would be there since he hadn’t been to the last few because of the unfortunate timing of his sporting events.

But there was another thing he had to get past now, besides the feeling of his stomach swimming inside him. His mom.

Kyle loved his mom to death. He really did. She was there for him whenever he needed her. She was his rock. She listened to his problems and made him feel better when he needed her most. But Jesus Christ could she be overbearing. Not to mention observant. He checked his clock.

“11:30?! Fuck…”

He hadn’t even realized he had been passed out for that long. He was surprised his mom hadn’t come barging into his room to make sure he wasn’t dead. Oh well. Up and at ‘em.

As soon as Kyle swung his feet over the bed, another wave of dizziness washed over him. He let out a low groan and a dry belch, which tasted like death. He scrunched up his face and smacked his lips a bit to get the taste out of his mouth. He knew something was definitely wrong. Probably some digestive issue. But would he admit that? No. No he would not. He powered through and managed to stand up, changing into a loose t-shirt and jeans. He noticed his stomach looked kind of bloated. Likely as a result of the sickness. He sighed to himself in a mix of frustration and annoyance before pulling his shirt over his head.

He began rummaging through his drawer, trying to find his insulin and blood sugar monitor. He set everything up on his desk. It was hard to focus with how dizzy he was and blurry his vision was. He managed to force his eyes into focusing by putting on his glasses. God he hated them. His diabetes had messed with his vision, thus he needed either glasses or contacts, which unfortunately, the former seemed like the safer option. He knew he probably didn’t have the stability to put in contacts at the moment, with how shaky his hands were. And he really didn’t have the time, nor patience to fight with contacts at the moment.

He squinted a bit as he set up his lancet. He pocketed the lancet, the insulin and the glucose monitor and went downstairs, praying Ike wasn’t in the bathroom. Kyle was sixteen and Ike was eleven, thus sharing a bathroom had become a lot less…convenient. He also prayed he wouldn’t pass by his mom. He didn’t want her to worry about him if she saw how sick he looked.

After managing to sneak downstairs, he knocked on the bathroom door, to which Ike responded. “I’m busy!”

“Fuck…” Kyle uttered. He sat down at the table, just as his mom walked in.

“Kyle, bubbi! I was getting worried about you. You don’t normally sleep this late!” she rushed over to him, putting her coffee cup down. He hoped she wouldn’t look too closely to his face. “Hey, Ma.”

Shit. His voice was croaky and clearly gave him away His mom’s smile dropped. She squinted at him.

“Kyle, dear. Are you feeling alright? You look sick.”

Kyle inwardly cringed. He would’ve much rather preferred to just go back to bed and not put up with Cartman’s bullshit, but it was Game Night. And he promised Stan he would be there. Kenny too. And he couldn’t let those two down. So he pulled himself together.

“Yeah, I’m okay. Just think my blood sugar’s a bit low.”

It wasn’t a complete lie. It could’ve been too low. Or high. The symptoms were really similar, albeit the sudden ravenous feeling inside that told him to eat. That was definitely a sign of low sugar. But it certainly wasn’t just that. It was also the fact that he felt minutes away from barfing his guts up if he had any contents in his stomach to throw up. His mom squinted at him, as if she were sizing him up. She had gotten off his ass a lot more now that he was older and could be trusted with more things, but she was very firm when he was sick.

“Okay…check your blood sugars and if you’re still feeling ill, tell me.”

He nodded. He knew he probably wouldn’t, regardless of whether he still felt sick or not. But he needed her to think he was okay enough. Especially if he was gonna be driving himself there.

After about ten minutes, Ike got out of the bathroom. He hugged Kyle quickly around his stomach, which sent a jolt of nausea through him. He kept a straight face though as he hugged back lightly. “Mornin’.” he smiled a bit as Ike went off to say hi to his mom.

He went onto the bathroom and sat on the toilet seat. He set up his lancet and lancing device after washing his hands thoroughly and drying his hands off. He knew that the sickness-induced clammy hands would probably mess up his reading, or it would ruin the stuff he was using, so he knew he needed to act fast. He set out his blood monitor and testing strips before inserting a clean lancet into his lancing device He set the puncture deepness to a level 3. He pricked his finger and watched a bead of red blood ooze from the wound. He quickly reached for the blood monitor, watching the blood be pulled into the testing strip. While he waited for his reading, he shakily bandaged his finger and threw out his lancet. The monitor beeped again.

65.6 mg/dL.

“Crap…”

That was the last thing he wanted. The biting nausea in his belly had been enough to nearly keep him bedridden on his ass, and now that he had to eat something sugary? With his stomach being as upset as it was? He honestly couldn’t tell if the grumbling in his belly was from the dull nausea that pricked at him or the hunger. Intense hunger was kind of an old friend to him. A symptom of low blood sugar, which was much more common in Type 1 diabetics (such as himself) than Type 2 diabetics. In the end though, he had chalked up the illness to his low blood sugar. It would explain a lot. He walked out of the bathroom where his mom was waiting.

“Are your sugars okay, bubbi? Do you feel okay?”

“65.6.” he replied, feeling a mix of biting hunger and nausea grabbing at his stomach as a loud, rumbling gurgle squeezed its way through his stomach. He felt his cheeks redden a bit. If there was one thing that set his mom off, it was that. Her eyes widened, both at the news of his low sugars and the rumble coming from her son’s midsection. She acted quickly and grabbed him a juice box. She tossed it to him before speed walking off to the kitchen. Kyle felt a bit guilty as he stood, but a sudden bout of dizziness caused a small groan to rip from his throat.

“Ma, you don’t-“ she cut him off.

“Just sit there, Kyle. You need to eat. Drink your juice and get your sugars up a little bit. At least until I’m done here. Okay?”

He hated the way she looked at him. The worry in her eyes. The way she went into fight or flight mode as if he was gonna drop dead in a matter of minutes. He supposed it was because of both his premature birth and the fact he was a rainbow baby. It had caused Sheila to become very overprotective of him. But he hated seeing his mother worry. But he physically didn’t feel well enough to argue, so he succumbed to his ill state and began drinking his juice box.

His mom came back with a bowl of yogurt. There were some fruits in there, but she had been caring in the means that she didn’t add bananas. Kyle was not a picky eater, but he couldn’t stand even the sight of bananas. It was clear that this would surely bring his sugars up at least. The sight of food caused a dull ache of hunger to grip at his stomach as his mother sat next to him.

“Eat up.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. He wolfed it down like he hadn’t seen food in a week. His mom couldn’t help but smile. Ever since he had entered high school his appetite had completely skyrocketed. By the time he was done, he was feeling a little better. Not as nauseous. He figured it would go away with time. He stood up to clean his bowl in the sink and gave his mom a soft hug from the side.

“Thanks, Ma.” he said, a small grin tugging at his lips. She smiled and hugging him back tighter, managing to squeeze out a hiccup, which was quickly followed by his hand flying to his mouth as he burped a little. This caused her to laugh a bit.

“Aww, still the same as you were little.” she commented, to which Kyle rolled his eyes and ran a hand through his curly hair. “Yeah, yeah…” he laughed a little before cleaning off his dish. He went back to the bathroom to finish getting ready He switched his glasses out with contacts. His hair was more messy and unkept than usual, but it was nothing that his trusty trapper hat couldn’t fix. He brushed through it as well as he could and went through his normal routine before throwing his hat on. He grabbed his coat and keys before hugging his mom goodbye.

“Don’t be home later than 10, Kyle.” she said firmly. “We’re having your favorite for dinner tonight.” Kyle nodded and smiled a bit. “Got it. Love you, mom.” He poked his head into the living room, where Ike was playing on the Xbox. “Bye Ike. Love you.” Ike got up quickly and hugged his brother. “Love you too!” he chirped before rushing back to his game. Kyle’s mom watched him walk out. “Drive safe, Kyle! Keep your eyes on the road! Love you more!”

Kyle couldn’t keep the smile off his face as he got into his car and drove off. He seemed to. be in the clear, sickness wise…

For now.

…

“God damnit!”

Cartman’s angry voice rang through the air as Kyle laughed. He had just kicked Cartman’s ass for the fourth time in Smash Bros. This had been going on for a while. Stan and Kenny were watching this all play out. Cartman was the first one out, just as he had been for the last little bit. Eventually Kenny was the second one out. So it came down between Stan and Kyle. The two trash talked each other a bit as they played before Stan eventually topped Kyle.

“Fuck!” Kyle cursed loudly, hitting his knee with his fist as he glanced at Stan. “Kiss my ass.” Stan commented, shoving Kyle lightly. Kyle rolled his eyes.

Eventually, Cartman’s mom had brought out a bunch of food. Kyle’s eyes widened. Stan looked a bit appalled and Kenny looked like his eyes were gonna pop out. It was a lot of food. A lot. And Cartman’s mom was an amazing cook…so Kyle kinda braced himself for overeating. But he didn’t wanna eat too much, he knew his mom was cooking something for when he got home but it was only six o’vlock. He figured it would be digested by then. So he sat down with the rest of the boys before he began to indulge himself.

He sat alongside the rest of the boys. Cartman was wolfing it down like he hadn’t had food in years. Kenny was too, but it was understandable for him. Poor kid was lucky if he ate at all on the weekends. Even then the only meal he usually got during weekdays that was ensured was the school’s lunch, which was free to those who couldn’t afford it. Other than that he could expect a pop tart or a waffle when he got home. But that wasn’t anything like it used to be now that Kenny was in his teenage years. Kyle felt awful for him. Stan seemed to be taking things in moderation. He already had a weak stomach that was easily triggered, so he knew if he ate too fast he would end up with a massive stomachache.

“Fuck. Cartman’s mom’s a damn good cook. If I got meals like this every day I would be just as fat as Cartman.”

That got a snort out of Kyle, who nearly choked on his food as Cartman yelled at Stan. Kenny seemed to be losing his shit before going back to stuffing his mouth and occasionally slipping a few bites into his pockets when he thought nobody was watching.

Eventually, the four finished up the meal. Cartman let out a huge belch, which caused the rest of the group to roll their eyes in disgust.

“That’s fucking sick.” Kyle snapped at the brunette, which just caused him to laugh.

“Like you’re so innocent, Kahl. God, you’re such a fairy.” Cartman retorted sharply. Kyle just rolled his eyes before hearing a much louder, more disgusting burp from the other side of the room. All eyes snapped to Kenny, He had his parka pulled over his face as he blinked innocently, as if he didn’t do anything. The silence was quickly broken by laughter as Kenny just averted his eyes as if he had done nothing wrong.

“God, you two are sick.” Stan said, wiping a tear from his eye. He stood up, stretching out a bit. Kyle followed suit, yawning a little. He suddenly felt very fatigued. A small headache ripped at his skull, but he ignored it for the time being.

It couldn’t be anything. Probably just from spending the last five hours playing video games.

Right?

…

After the meal, the boys went back inside to finish up their video game tournament. It didn’t take much for him to feel a pinch in his stomach. It felt like a sudden punch to the gut. A small, but low groan ripped at Kyle’s throat as he clutched his stomach. He hoped nobody noticed. Eventually, Stan noticed.

“Dude, are you okay?” Stan asked. “You don’t look so hot.”

Kenny suddenly approached too, to see what was going on. “Yeah, Kyle. You look like you’ve got a fever or somethin’.”

Kyle opened his mouth to answer, but quickly brought a hand to his mouth to muffle what might’ve been the kraken of burps. It wasn’t pretty sounding. Nor did it feel relieving like it normally probably would’ve. It felt wet. Like it was leading up to something. Stan’s eyes immediately widened and Kenny gripped Kyle’s arm. Cartman looked up from the TV and came over.

“That’s fucking sick.” he mocked Kyle’s tone from before. Nobody laughed though. Kyle’s eyes were wide as he felt saliva pool in his mouth. He shook his head. “Not now.” He managed. Cartman just rolled his eyes, not seeming to get the hint.

“What, are you gonna be sick or something? Too much food for you?” he teased. Kyle’s shoulders heaved as his stomach gave a low, sickly rumble. He glared daggers at Cartman, shaking violently. But not from anger, but from illness. He shoved Cartman back with the last bit of strength he had. It made Cartman stagger a bit.

“I said not-“

He was cut off by a much more retch-like belch. His shoulders heaved as he gagged. Cartman seemed to understand what was going on.

“Oh Jesus Christ, I swear to God if you throw up-“

And, as if in cue, a thick stream of vomit escaped from the ginger’s mouth and went all up the front of Cartman’s shirt. Cartman was frozen in place. Looking like a deer in the headlights.

“Kahl! What the fuck?!”

“Woah, sick dude!”

“Jesus Christ!”

Cartman shoved Kyle away from him, but he didn’t seem done there. He let out another retch before surprisingly, Kenny was the one who took action. He was used to sicknesses. His family couldn’t afford vaccinations (nor did they believe in them) and he was probably the most sickly teen in all of South Park right after Kyle. Karen used to get sick a lot too, and he was used to caring for her. Kenny grabbed Kyle by the arm and helped him to Cartman’s bathroom. He helped Kyle kneel down in front of the toilet and pulled his hair back gently. It was a bit too late though as Kyle got a bit of vomit on Kenny’s parka. He coughed up bile into the toilet and finally sat back.

“Fuck, I’m sorry…” he croaked hoarsely as he noticed the vomit on Kenny’s parka, to which Kenny just shrugged it off.

“It’s fine. I’ve had worse.”

He propped Kyle up against the bathtub and sat beside him. He closed the lid to the toilet and flushed down the vomit. Kenny crossed his legs.

“Didja feel sick this whole time, or?”

It was a simple question. But hefty, for Kyle, who sighed.

“I woke up this morning feeling like shit. I figured it was my sugars…” He hated talking about his diabetes. He felt like a ripoff version of Scott Malkinson while doing so. He preferred to keep his dignity. But he knew he could be honest to Kenny. Kenny was a better friend than he got credit for. “And my sugars were low this morning, so I figured that was why…I felt a bit better, but still felt like I had a weird cold or something, but no big deal. I guess it was a bigger deal than I thought, huh?”

He wiped stray ribbons of saliva from his mouth before standing up with Kenny’s help, who nodded understandingly. “I’m not gonna tell. Do you wanna go home?”

Kyle checked his watch. It was 8:30. He kinda did wanna go home and just be in the comfort of his own bed, with his family…so he nodded a bit. Kenny stood up and held his arm gently. “Let me help you out.”

As soon as he got out of the bathroom, Cartman walked in. Kyle glared a bit, half expecting some smartass comment, but none came. He noticed the puke stain on Cartman’s shirt. He didn’t feel the same feeling of guilt he felt after vomiting on Kenny. In fact, he felt a strange sense of pride. Cartman had it coming.

Kyle brought his fist to his mouth and burped dryly into it. It wasn’t anything like the previous ones. It was airy and quiet, almost as if it was all his stomach had to offer. Cartman glared harder, folding his arms a bit as he mumbled “Weak tit.”

“Fuck off, Cartman.” Kyle snapped. Even in his sickened state he was sure he could beat the snot out of Cartman. Cartman just rolled his eyes. Stan got in the middle before the fight could escalate. Normally they would’ve let this play out but Kyle was visibly shaking and sweating. He was not physically able to fight back like he usually would.

In the end, Cartman stormed off without another word, pissed that his shirt had even ruined. Kenny wished him a quick recovery, while Stan helped Kyle into his car. Kyle handed over the keys before the car ride faded into silence, aside from an occasional gurgle from Kyle’s middle or a dry burp that tasted and smelled of rotting turkey. . Stan had to pull over three times because of how sick Kyle was getting. He didn’t complain (much) at all though. He simply held Kyle’s hair back and allowed him to get the gross stuff out of his system. Eventually, Kyle got home.

The moment his mom saw him, she freaked out.

“Kyle?! Oh my God!” she hurried over to him. He weakly waved. “Hey, Ma…”

…

Stan explained everything. Kyle getting sick. The times he had to pull over. All of it. Kyle interjected a few times to add in a few missed details (i.e. the low sugars and how he didn’t think he was actually sick) and in the end, Sheila thanked Stan for bringing her son home safely. When Stan left, she turned to Kyle.

Oh God. Kyle hated that look.

She looked genuinely worried.

Kyle would’ve almost preferred it if she had been angry with him. At least it wouldn’t tug his heartstrings like the look of pure sadness and worry on her face did.

“Kyle, bubbi, why didn’t you call me? Or tell me you weren’t feeling well? I would’ve come to pick you up…”

Kyle wanted to retort back with some snarky comment. He was sixteen! Calling his mom to take him home?! Because he was sick?! He couldn’t deal. But he didn’t wanna tell her that.

“I…don’t know.” he opted. He couldn’t really talk past the sudden lump in his throat.

Sheila must’ve noticed this. She hugged him gently. It was a bit awkward because he was so tall and lanky, but he hugged her back lightly.

“I’m always here for you. You know that, don’t you?” she reached up to push some of his damp-with-sweat bangs out of his face. He looked down at her, seeing the genuine care in her expression. He simply nodded, not being able to speak.

“I don’t care if you’re six, seven, eight, sixteen, twenty five, forty…I’m here for you. You are my son. And I love you more than anything.”

She helped him up the stairs and to his bed. He was too weak to check his own sugars after vomiting up nearly everything in his system, so Sheila did it for him. She was much more careful and soft than he was with himself. He often rushed it just to get it over with. It was such a chore to him. But to her? She seemed to genuinely care about his health. She always did. She tsked a bit and went downstairs, grabbing him a juice box. She brought up some soup she had made for dinner as well.

“I know you’re sick, sweetheart, but you need to eat. Just get a little something in your system.”

He couldn’t even protest. Even though he had thrown up what felt like seconds ago, his stomach seemed to disagree, giving a small gurgle of hunger. He groaned in response. His stomach was really beginning to piss him off.

He felt a sudden warm hand on his shoulder. His mom had grabbed a chair. She sat beside him. His hands were shaking. A lot. So eating was a bit of a struggle, but she had helped him. He felt her gentle hand rubbing at his stomach as the food slipped down. It helped him digest his food. Ever since he was a baby she would do stuff like that, not so much anymore, but whenever he was sick. By the end, he had eaten as much as he could manage, and felt more tired than anything. His eyelids drooped. Shiela laughed a bit.

“Get some sleep, honey. I’ll check on you tomorrow.”

Kyle couldn’t even muster up the strength to reply. He simply nodded and let his head sink into the plus pillow beneath him. He nodded a bit. As his mom was on her way out, she heard a soft noise. She turned her head.

“Hey, Mom?”

“Yes, sweetie?”

“I love you.”

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[Edit] rushed ending I know- if you enjoyed this be sure to leave any ideas you may have in your inbox!! I have more coming <33 i’m sorry if it’s not in character, i did try-

please reblog, it would help me loads <3

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[lunarwhisperer]

IT'S FINALLY UP!🥹🫶🏻

INTRODUCING SERENDIPITY, MY ALL NEW MULTI-CHAPTERED STENDY FANFIC!

I hope you'll all enjoying reading it. 🫶🏻

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new stary fanfic!!

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