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kenny-the-ken · 1 year

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Y O U + M E

Part 2

ALL CHARACTERS AGED UP!! Alludes to talking, breaking in and NFSW content!!

Mysterion was a super hero, used for good, protecting others from the darkness that roamed the streets. And sometimes Mysterion had to use his power to his advantage.

He stood atop a thick branch on the tree outside of your bedroom window, and he sat at a far enough distance that you wouldn't spot him. It was winter in South Park, the streets desolated, and darkness sprung around 4pm, so he wasn't too worried about getting caught.

Since you had just moved your family had no curtains or blinds in your home yet, and considering you had said your mother was back on drugs, Kenny figured you'd probably never have them, much like himself. His mind was racing, as if he was speaking much to himself internally.

That was when he heard the front door slam, and he watched as you started walking down the street. It was close to your meeting time, you were getting snacks, he would have to be quick, but he could take a quick little peek. Right?

Mysterion made his way to your window sill, lifting the slatted windows quietly, and climbing through your bedroom window.

Panties, both clean and used, makeup and clothes were strewn about your room, and boy was he glad he seen this before you tidied up, because now he could bring himself home a little souvenir to remember you by, like he could ever forget.

He wasn't normally like this, he was a good guy, really! Kind, caring, the bestest friend someone could ask for, he was loyal and honest, but his childhood had seriously fucked him up. He was so starved of physical, mental and emotional attention and nurture that he became obsessive of those who he held near to his heart, and you had the largest piece of his heart, so by god was he going to let you slip away. If he couldn't have you... no one could.

Picking up a pair of your used panties, hopefully not a pair you would miss, and anyways, they were in safe, loving hands. Looking around he seen pictures on your wall of you and your friends from back home, you were just as beautiful then as you were now. He noticed your journal sitting atop your dresser, as he made his way over, flicking to today, hoping to find something about himself.

Today was great! I made lots of new friends, mum still isn't back, but she should be fine, she is back in her home town after all, she's probably catching up with some friends. The cute guy I mentioned before, Kenny, he's coming over to work on our project tonight, hopefully we get on well, who knows where it may go?

Cute? So he did catch your eye after all! Fuck, it's 6:45 and he heard the front door opening as he quickly made his get away, climbing back down the tree and heading back to his home to get changed and come back, just in time for 7pm!

You stood, nervously twiddling your thumbs, you wore an oversized hoodie and a pair of pyjama shorts, your hair in a ponytail and that was it, you wanted to see if he liked you that way too. And this outfit would get the perfect response.

You heard a knock on your door as you jumped from the sofa, and answering, maybe a bit too quickly, but whatever.

And there you were, fuck was he drooling already? Even in the comfiest and biggest of clothes you still looked sexy! Your legs were perfect as he studied every little detail about you, following you into your home. You didn't know that he'd been here not that long ago, but what you didn't know wouldn't hurt you, and besides, he was just making sure you safe.

You both got to work on the English project you were assigned and Kenny couldn't take anymore, seeing the plush skin of your thighs, the little moans you made in frustration at your work, and he knew you dressed like this all for him, so he finally made his move.

"I was thinking that in this piece they were referring to-" you were cut off, as Kenny placed his hand on your bare thigh, squeezing it as you gasped and Kenny knew there and then that you were pure putty in his very skilful hands.

He leaned over, your foreheads resting against one another as you both made intense eye contact, and you made the move, the biggest mistake you'd ever made, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him to kiss you, and he deepened the kiss by biting your bottom lip and snaking his tongue into your mouth, you felt dizzy, was this real?!

Kenny had you soaked through your panties in no time, and he roughly pulled your hoodie from your body, pausing to take you in. You only wore your pyjama shorts and panties now, nearly your whole body exposed. He knew you were kinky, and he knew his eyes weren't deceiving him when he thought your nipples were pierced, they were, and his mouth was straight on them, being gentle not to hurt you or tear out the piercings. The taste of your floral body lotion and metal on his tongue, and he wanted more, you were more addictive than heroin, and god kenny was hooked from one look at you.

You watched as he hovered over you, taking his shirt off his body, and pulling down his black jeans, your heart beat quickening, and he closed the space once more, leaving a trail of purple bruises down the front of your throat, between your tits and now on your thighs, as he pulled your shorts and panties off your body in one quick motion, licking his lips before finally, he tasted you, and god it was like nothing he'd ever tasted before, sweet yet salty, and he wanted more, he'd give you head everyday if you wanted, and he was good with his mouth, your back arched and hands tangled in his hair, moans for him escaping your mouth.

"So shameless for me, aren't you? We were supposed to be working on a project together and now look, here you are, your pussy throbbing for my cock, what a little slut you really are y/n." Kenny said, not even bothering to prep you or put on a condom before pulling his boxers down and lining his rather large cock up with your hole.

"I- I'll be your slut forever, Kenny, please." You pleaded, and Kenny groaned, pushing the tip of his cock inside your tight, wet heat. Your eyes widened, a moan escaping your parted lips.

"You don't know how long I've longed to be inside you." Kenny whispered in your ear, pushing himself in to the hilt, a dark smirk on his face.

"I'm gonna make sure you can't walk tomorrow." Kenny spoke, his hips snapping back and forth roughly fucking himself into you, one of his hands coming down to massage your clit in time with his thrusts, and you were shameless, your moans filling the bedroom, and the louder you got, the more Kenny's ego grew.

"That's it, baby. So good at taking my cock." He praised, his pace not letting up. He lifted both of your legs and threw them over your shoulders, driving himself deeper inside you, and you swore you were in heaven.

"Oh god, Kenny. I- I'm getting close." You moaned out, and he rolled his hips, creating a different feeling in your pussy as his cock moved in and out of you.

"That's it, cum for me, show me how good my cock makes you feel." Kenny whispered, his own moans and groans growing by the second as his cock began to twitch.

Your orgasm hit you like a tonne of bricks, your vision going white as your back arched underneath him, and you screamed his name, your moans never ending as your cunt spasmed around Kenny's hard cock, which made him finally cum streaks of white cum deep inside you, and he stayed inside you, both of you panting and staring into each others eyes.

He finally pulled out of you, laying down beside you, pulling you into his chest, your breathing still laboured.

"I-I had no idea you felt like this about me." You replied, gazing up at your crush, you'd had feelings for Kenny for as long as you could remember.

"I'd be crazy not to, you're the most gorgeous girl I've ever laid eyes on." Kenny spoke softly, and he meant every word he said, his hand tracing small circles on your back.

"I've wanted this from the moment I laid eyes on you." You spoke, and Kenny smiled.

"Me too." That was all he needed to hear, the conformation that you did indeed have feelings for him, now came phase two.

"Do you maybe fancy going on a date with me? Rather than just being fuck buddies?" Kenny asked, laughing slightly, his cheeks flushing a light shade of pink, and you nodded in response.

"I'd love to, Ken." You replied, placing a gentle kiss on his lips.

He'd done it. He had you, you would be his, but now came the hard part, protecting you, and there wasn't any length Kenny wouldn't go to in order to keep you safe.

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sappy-detective · 2 months

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wip :3

#i’m writing a fan fic and my stupid little brain likes to have VISUALSSS!#do i have same face syndrome? help..#also if anyone has any craig and tweek HCS about anything but especially how they look- tell me! please :3 #south park #creek #sp creek #craig tucker #tweek tweak #ship art #art #my art #fanart #wip

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delivish · 2 months

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#not me wanting to make a Discord server specifically Bunny fic writers.....🤡#i always feel like a deer in headlights on Discord BUT #i feel like it would be a fun way to bring people who like Kenny/Butters together #and generate more fic and fan content #On AO3 there are ONLY 1700-ish fics that ONLY feature Kenny/Butters as a pairing #There are more that have them just as a background....#Compared to the 4400-ish Style-only fics #And the 4700-ish Creek-only fics 🙃#Mind you this is using the otp: true function to filter out multi-ships!!#But arg #How do I go about this hmmmm #SP Bunny #--/----

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honestyikes · 6 days

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shocker, uh reads fan fiction!

bully me all you want, I choose happiness.

Read "the days after I wished for you" awhile back, yes I read fanfiction, yes I am an unloved, touch starved teenage girl. Re-reading this gave me random inspo to make art. Also surprise!! Art style change, for now. Anyways check out this fic, WARNING THOUGH it's a south park style fic, and aye, don't knock it til you try it. Obv. The characters are aged up, and there are some inappropriate moments(s s s sexual), but I like the fic so far, actually thats an understatement, I love this fic so much so far, so much so I might draw the other characters;)

Creator of amazing fic: @deleahtarte

Check the fic out:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/44408530

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#south park fanart #south park au #south park aged up #fan fiction #Fan fiction inspired art #fanart #style sp #kyle broflovski #stan marsh #Stan is always sad like wtf cheer up buddy #Anywho 10/10 fic would recommend #artwork #art #Digital art #Why does stan have a butt chin?? BC I SAID HE DOES ARGUE W THE WALLLLLLLLL #STAN LOOKS SO SHORT IN THIS LMAOOO BUT IF YOU READ THE FIC THIS MF IS HUGE

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sansxfuckyou · 8 months

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Towing my Heart

Summary: Kenny works odd jobs as a mechanic, he's been in places many people didn't even know existed, so when he gets a call for the crux of heaven, hell, and earth alike, he isn't really fazed.

Warnings: Swearing, violence, check Ao3 port for full tags

Authors Note: Car problems are a total bitch if I'm being honest, so have some niche and somewhat complex AU for day of K2 week, the prompt was demons/angels, and I chose angels. @bree-sae hey, hey mechanic Kenny AU, come look at it South Park mutual. anyways! I hope ya'll enjoyed and if you did maybe consider checking out the Ao3 port or dropping a reblog

"Y'ello?" Kenny began with as he picked up the phone, kicking his feet up on his desk as he spoke.

"Hi, uhm, this is McCormick Auto-Repair right?" Came a somewhat nervous voice from the other side.

"That it is, Kenny McCormick speaking, should I bring the paperwork with me?" Kenny asked, "Or if you want to make an appointment I can put you on the other line with Karen."

"No, no I'm not making an appointment," His client said, "My names Kyle by the way."

"Nice chatting with ya Kyle, so, where are you and do you know what the problem is?" Kenny asked as he stood up, pacing a little bit around his office.

"My alternators been going awry for a while now, and it was really fucking with me, so I swerved off the side of the road to avoid it," Kyle explained, Kenny gave a hum to go on. Kyle gave a sigh of embarrassment, "Something scraped and I'm pretty sure something important is leaking."

Kenny had to hold back a laugh, "I'll be over with a tow, where can I find you?"

"You know that gas station right where you can enter Heaven or Hell? I'm just past that on the way out, it's not super far from the town you're situated in if I read your business card correctly," Kyle said.

"That is the worst place to break down," Kenny said, reaching for his tool box as he made his way through the building, "Please tell me you're using an all terrain vehicle with a roof."

"Of course," Kyle said, "Why does that matter?"

"Imp attacks have been rampant lately, so stay in your car until I get there," Kenny said as calmly as he could manage.

"Alright, will do," Kyle said.

"See you in thirty," Kenny said before hanging up.

He tapped gently on the window of the car his coworker was working. He raised his head from under the steering wheel in an instant, he wiped a smudge of something from his face. There wasn't usually liquid in that compartment which was just a bit worrying.

"What's up?" Craig asked.

"I'm heading out to tow someone, could you work on the Jeeps exhaust leak while I'm gone?" Kenny asked, leaning on the sill of the window a little bit.

Craig nodded, "Totally," He hauled himself up from his crooked position, "Just gimme a minute to stretch."

"Be back in an hour man," Kenny said, giving a grin and a fist bump before taking his leave.

-/-/-/-

Kyle sat in his car impatiently, he was really, really glad that he was here to drop off Stan instead of pick him up. He couldn't imagine being towed with Stan and some guy neither of them know, it's a lot easier to ignore conversation if it's just one person. Being told to stay cooped up in his car really isn't helping his morals either, he just wanted to get home so he could help Ike with his homework. And now he's stuck here, in his car, overheating, stupid heatproof enchantment was already wearing off.

He tried to turn on his car and it rumbled to life begrudgingly, he flicked on the AC and let the small amount of cool air wash over him. It'd probably feel colder if he stayed outside for a bit first, but, he couldn't do that. Imp attacks, or angels being pissed off, it's been known to happen before. He'd be fine though, he'd be perfectly and completely safe outside.

He pushes open his door and leans against the side of his car that's weakly running, he stuffs his jacket inside as he kicks around a rock. He just meanders aimlessly around his car and across the barren and cracked road, rarely glancing around as he did so. He looked up at the sound of wings flapping to find imps hanging in the sky holding crossbows and pebbles. He squinted a bit before realizing that he was the one they were going to shoot at.

Fear kept him paralyzed as he watched the pebbles start to come down, aim erring ever closer to his form. Then he swore he could hear the trigger of the crossbow being pull, arrow coming way to fast. He barely moved fast enough to dodge it, the red barbed tip not even bending as it hit the asphalt. He felt like he was doing some stupid dance as he pranced about the small stretch of road to try and survive.

Theoretically speaking he could hide in his car, but then the damage would be worse, and he'd have to pay more, and that did not sound ideal in the slightest. He looked down the road desperately to find that a tow truck was indeed coming and relief flood his form. He practically dashed over to whatever he could hide behind that wasn't his car. He ended up taking cover behind a gnarled tree that was losing it's final leaves for the season. The thunk of arrows and the screech of tires was not exactly pleasing to hear, but the screaming to 'Get the fuck away!' was.

Kyle leaned over to peer behind the tree to find his tow truck guy heaving heavy breaths and adjusting his baseball cap. Kyle could instantly see the golden band on his wrist, bright and luminous despite how barren the area was. He hesitantly stood up and walked over to his car, the heat of the area was really starting to get to him.

The tow truck guy perked up a bit and gave a sharky grin before holding out a hand that Kyle reluctantly took. His hands were calloused and rough, "Hi, I'm Kenny, I take it you're Kyle?"

"That's right, and this is my problem child," Kyle said, gesturing to his beloved Subaru. Forest green and with a couple zip tie patch ups where the metal tore due to excessive rusting.

Kenny stared in silence for a moment.

"We love her, a lot," Kyle said, trying to break the silence.

"I can tell by her condition," Kenny got out after clearing his throat, "Nice zip tie job."

Kyle gave a nervous laugh as Kenny made his way to start looking for the tow hook, "Gotta make do with what you got, Stan did it."

"Oh? And who might this Stan be?" Kenny asked innocently, "If you wanna chat."

"Chattings fine, you're fun to talk to," Kyle answered with.

Kenny popped up from the ground and made his way to lower the bed of his truck, "Then tell me more."

"Stan is my good buddy, since kindergarten actually, I'm pretty sure he has some demonic lineage but that's fine," Kyle explained as he watched Kenny hook up the car to the rope with rapt attention. Maybe he shouldn't be staring at the mechanic like a starving animal, but each move of a limb is just a bit attractive. He doesn't exactly see guys who do physical work a lot from a close distance, he isn't one either, flipping patties, "That or he just really likes the food they serve in hell."

"Hell does have some killer food I'll give 'em that," Kenny said as he started on pulling in the car, he stopped when he noticed it was on, "You okay if I grab the keys?"

"Go for it," Kyle answered with calmly.

"You can keep talking about Stan," Kenny said as he turned off the car and slammed the door shut.

"Yeah, Stan, Stan, Stan, he's trying to become an astronomer these days," Kyle explained as he made his way to the cab end of the truck. He watched with intrigue as the "I never thought he would but here we are."

"Ain't that the truth, I never thought me and my sister would be running an auto-repair shop but here I am! Towing some lovely looking guys Subaru at the cusp of hell," Kenny said, throwing a wink Kyles way, it had him short circuiting, "Just teasing Kyle, I'll stop if that Stan guy is actually your BF."

"He's my best friend, I haven't had a boyfriend for a while now," Kyle said.

Kenny gave a sympathetic hum, "Real shame, hop in if you want a ride to the shop."

Kyle swung open the door and slid onto the torn leather sit, he kicked at a couple empty plastic cups on the floor. He reached for his seat belt and did it up, "Any idea what she's leaking?!"

"I think it's the coolant, which is gonna be a big problem if you don't get it fixed soon!" Kenny said as he held a hand under the leak and inspected the fluid briefly, he wiped it down on his coveralls. He unhooked the winch and secured the wheels in place before hopping in, "Shouldn't cost a whole lot if you got a good job."

"Oh I do not have enough money for an alternator and a coolant leak," Kkyle groaned as he held his face in his hands, he jumped a bit as the truck started, the engine fired a bit. He held a brief concerned look.

"Don't worry she does it all the time," Kenny said as he rolled off down the highway. He reached over absently in the center console of the car, "Now, paperwork."

"Could we do it when we reach the shop?" Kyle asked.

"Totally, but we should talk a little bit about prices though," Kenny said hesitantly, "The alternator is gonna be real fucking hefty, and the coolant leak, depending on how bad it is could cost over a thousand dollars."

"Lovely," Kyle said, "I couldn't pay you in other methods could I?"

Kenny hummed as though deep in thought, "Well, if you take me out for a meal I could do the coolant for free."

"Really?!" Kyle asked, sheer hope clear on his voice.

Kenny gave a warm laugh, "No, fuck no, sorry mate."

"Dammit," Kyle muttered, "Don't get my hopes up like that."

"I'll try Kyle," Kenny answered with.

-/-/-/-

Two flat tires, a busted spark plug, and some body work later and Kenny and Kyle have gotten into a lovely rhythm of things. Kyle calls up and asks Kenny to come over and give him and he does exactly as told like he's a dog. Or the one time Kyle scheduled and appointment Karen got to bring up how great of a guy he is with Kenny afterwards. It was a tense dinner of takeout that night, what with Karen teasing her brother and him giving feeble 'stop it's in response.

And Craig is still the diligent and somewhat stoic worker he's always been, aware of every interaction between Kenny and Kyle when they're in the shop. Much like Karen, and unlike Kyle, he isn't blind to whats got Kenny twisted up inside. He doesn't say anything to Kyle, not ever, more afraid of losing his job than anything else at the moment.

Still, one more call is received and this time it's a blown head gasket.

Kenny is at the scene in an instant.

"Thanks for coming so soon," Kyle got out nervously as he helped Kenny hook the car onto the winch.

"Don't worry about it," Kenny answered with as he started to roll it on, "That's what us repair men are for."

"I know, I know, still feels like I'm taking up way too much of your time," Kyle said as he popped open the passenger door and slid in, no wrappers, "I see you cleaned up the place."

"Some lady was a total bitch and went off about her high heels getting sticky," Kenny said, a near snort of amusement came with the memory.

Kyle gave a hum, "Makes sense."

"Also you stepped on a rotting half eaten burger last time and I nearly vomited right then and there at the notions of more than one being in here," Kenny added on with a nervous laugh.

"Yeah that was hella nasty," Kyle said with a grin on his face as they rolled out. His eyes were quick to fix on the golden band around Kennys wrist.

Kenny took note, "Like the bling?"

"I've been wondering about it lately," Kyle said, reaching out to touch it, Kenny jerked his hand away.

"Family tradition, my sister and brother have one too," Kenny said, he sounded tense, "Don't know how my parents afford some weird gold mineral mix but they did."

"Can it come off?" Kyle asked, Kenny shook his head.

"Nope! We're stuck with it forever, till we're in the dirt," He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel as he spoke, "I'm just glad it's comfy."

"It should chafe," Kyle said, "But there's no reddening near the edge at all."

"Magic," Kenny answered with.

Kyle pursed his lips before speaking, "Is it what let's you get so close to the crux without a heat guard enchantment?"

Kenny froze up, "I'm naturally immune to heat."

"Bullshit," Kyle said bluntly, "Unless you happen to be supernatural, or like, a demon."

"I'm a little bit not human," Kenny said, "That's all I'll divulge unless you want me to remove your discount."

"I nearly forgot about the discount," Kyle said, backing away from the subject, "Awful sweet of you."

Kenny gave a hum, "You're awfully cute and have a lot of car problems, shocked the head gasket didn't go faster considering the rep Subarus have."

"Well, you're to put simply, an angel Kenny," Kyle said, a smile on his face as he spoke.

"Thanks darling," Kenny got out, grip on the steering wheel tightening so subtly Kyle didn't notice it, "I think the head gaskets gonna cost one point five K."

"Fucking hell," Kyle groaned out.

"Heres hoping only the gasket is gone then," Kenny answered with stiffly.

"Heres hoping," Kyle answered with.

-/-/-/-

"Craig!" Came Kennys voice as he slid over a wrench.

"Yeah boss?" Craig answered with calmly as he leaned on the hood of the car Kenny was working on the underbelly of.

"I think I'm in love," Kenny said, sliding out from under the car.

"Here we go again," Craig said bluntly.

"He's amazing Craig, he's absolutely lovely, shame he's been having good luck with his car lately," Kenny gave a weak laugh as he sat up, cracking his back, "I'd love to see him again."

"He came in here two weeks ago with a popped tire, and just yesterday for an oil check," Craig said.

"Yeah but, I wanna tow his car again, chat with him on the road," Kenny said, pouting a bit.

Craig reached for the golden band on Kennys wrist, "Couldn't you use your angel powers to give him a broken transmission?"

"That'd cost him so much! I can't do that," Kenny said, snatching away his wrist, "I could, but I won't is what I mean."

"You could use it to make him fall for you," Craig offered.

"No way in Heaven or Hell," Kenny said, he fiddled with the halo he so rarely wore above his head, "Besides, we're plenty close even without it."

"Sure, ask him out next time you get a chance to tow him," Craig said.

Kenny rolled his eyes, "Maybe I will, maybe I won't."

Then the phone rang, and Kenny was rushing over to answer it, giving the regular spiel. He started grinning like a love struck teenage girl the second he recognized the voice. He nodded and gave generic answers before getting the same location he always does and hanging up.

"I'm out to give Kyle a tow," Kenny said, a bit of pep to his step as he made his way across the hard concrete flooring.

"Ask him out!" Craig called out.

"I'm not doing it!" Kenny called back.

When the door of the truck slammed shut Craig was back to working on the car.

"Fucking dumbass," Craig muttered to himself as he jacked the car a bit higher, "That guy obviously likes him."

-/-/-/-

Kenny was just about to ready to rip someones head off at the sight laid out before him. Of course the demons were finally deciding to mess with some mortals just for the heck of it. He slammed his hand on the horn and held it there as he watched them scratch up Kyles car and hold him hostage. Eventually they all turned over and were those tears in Kyles eyes? Oh god they were, and his jacket is starting to char. Kyle was quick to stare at his car again and plead for them to stop scratching his paint job and tearing the zip tie job.

The McCormick took a steadying breath as he slid off his halo and tightening his coveralls a bit. He gently placed his halo to rest at his throat, tight like a collar but held like a beacon of royalty, it brought an eminence to his existence. He pushed open his car door and hopped out, he didn't even bother to close it again as he made his way to the demons and Kyle.

"Fellas I would highly recommend you back the fuck away from my property," Kenny said rather boldly as he gestured to the car, and the to Kyle, "He's my client, don't know what made you think you had rights to touch him Cartman."

Red rose to Kyles face at the notions of being Kennys property.

"What makes you think you have the right to talk to me like that Kenny?" Cartman spat back as he shoved away Kyle.

Kenny brushed past the demons scratching up Kyles car, they had stopped, "Would you believe me if I said the wings on my back?"

"Ha, really wanna bust those bad boys out with a mortal watching?" Cartman countered with tauntingly.

Kenny paused, "Well, I suppose I don't," He rolled up his sleeve, "You and your goons have a five second head start before I start fighting."

Cartman gave a singular laugh, "Sure, your prissy boyfriend is still watching."

"He's not my boyfriend," Kenny said, "Three seconds left."

Cartman stood still.

"Be that way," Kenny answered with.

His fist hit Cartman hard in the sternum, and he shot back, a sting on his chest. He pivoted on his heel and simply reveled in the terror on the others faces, they easily started to run and take off. Kenny chased after them and vaulted himself off the hood of Kyles car, he wouldn't charge for it. He latched onto one of their sets of legs and dragged them down.

"Don't think you're getting away that easily," Kenny snarled as he tossed the demon down, their friend staring in shock. He stamped on their tail and they screamed, "You! Yeah you!"

The demon stayed silent, "Yeah?"

"You have two choices, take your friend and go unharmed, or sit there like a stunned cunt and fucking regret it," Kenny snapped.

They sat there like a stunned cunt.

"Wrong choice," Kenny got out quietly before forcing himself up, big bright wings tearing the back of his coveralls as he pumped them.

The demon attempted to scramble off but it really didn't make any difference in the slightest. Kenny still latched on and hit them hard enough to break their nose, tainted black blood splashing his outfit and his face. They dropped in mere seconds, tail thudding against the roof of Kyles car.

"My car!" Kyle exclaimed.

"Sorry darling!" Kenny shouted back before lunging for Cartman who was barely up.

His hands came to rest at the demons throat and sternum as he ran him into the dirt for a good two feet. Skidding and scraping thick scales along the asphalt, his tail thrashed and he ended up latching onto Kennys waist and wing, claws digging in. Kenny merely grit his teeth before squeezing a lot tighter around Cartmans windpipes.

"Who the fuck said you could touch anything an angel laid hands?" Kenny snarled out.

"You and I both know you're not a fucking angel, you're some shitfaced half blood son of a whore," Cartman spat back in a smarmy tone.

Kenny would've bashed his skull in right then and there, finally ridding the menace that's been lingering around his lineage for hundreds of years.

But he doesn't.

Instead he stands up and backs away, hands raised.

"Fine, leave, go, next time I will kill you," Kenny said as he made his way to his tow truck to find Kyle already hooking up the winch.

There was no idle chitchat as they hooked up the car and pulled it onto the raised bed. Not a single word was spoken as they watched Cartman fly off, Kenny ruffling his feathers in annoyance. Tense silence washed over them as they started down the road, by now they'd be flirting in a half joking manner, making never fulfilled promises about checking out a new restaurant.

Kenny heaved a heavy sigh and Kyle instantly looked over to him, "Please don't snitch."

"What?" Was all that Kyle could produce in response.

"Angels aren't allowed to integrate into human society, I'll get smited by God himself," Kenny explained.

"I won't snitch, you're only a halfling anyways," Kenny said.

"Even worse," Kenny sighed out, "Even worse."

Kyle paused, "The dent in my hood?"

"I'll fix it with a fifty percent discount," Kenny said before swiftly tacking on, "Seventy cause you're cute."

Kyle doesn't respond with any of his usual answers and Kenny knows he's truly fucked up.

"Look, you're probably never gonna come back to McCormick Auto-Repair so can I get something off of my chest real quick?" Kenny asked as gently as he could despite the tightening grasp on the steering wheel.

"Go for it," Kyle said dismissively.

"I fucking, I'm in love with you, all of you. Every last part of you. And I'm not just saying that cause you're good for the business. I'm saying that cause I adore you, everyone can fucking confirm if you don't believe me," Kenny got out as earnestly as he could, trying to keep his eyes on the road.

"Oh thank fuck," Came Kyles shocking response, "Feelings mutual."

"You're not just joking around?" Kenny asked, sounding impossibly unsure of himself.

"I'm not man, you've always been an angel to me and everyone else, and now I know you're half one at least," Kyle explained, "I thought you'd take a hint."

"I thought the same," Kenny answered with, "So, paperwork."

"When we get back?" Kyle asked.

"Of course, of course, but I'm saying we plan a date too," Kenny offered, lifting his grasp on the drivers wheel briefly as he spoke.

"Totally man, that sounds perfect," Kyle answered with impossibly fast, and then he tacks on the nickname, "Angel."

He revels in the way Kennys wings fluff up in a flustered state, "Shut up."

-/-/-/-

Craig is the one to answer the door at the front of the shop, Kenny stuck in the midst of cleaning up a small spill of oil. He finds Kyle standing at the door, grinning a stupid grin and holding a bag in one hand.

"Here for Kenny?" Craig asked, Kyle nodded.

"First date," Kyle said, "I also got you a small gift, and Karen too."

Craig quirked a brow, "Oh really?"

Kyle reached into the bag and pulled out a bag of jerky, "Teriyaki flavor."

"Thanks, Kennys cleaning up some oil right now so you're gonna have to wait," Craig explained as he let Kyle in, "Karens in her office if you want to chat with her."

Kyle simply shrugged, "I'll give her the gift later, it's just some new pens and notepads."

"She'll really appreciate those," Craig said as he led Kyle to the main garage part of the shop.

Kyle peered around the edge of the door, finding Kenny kneeling on the ground and scrubbing idly at a spill of what was clearly more than oil. It smelt like a horrible blend of radiator fluid, oil, and a bit of root beer, clearly strong enough to make Kenny wince with the collar of his shirt pulled to his nose in one hand.

"Oi! Kenny!" Craig shouted, drawing up the hybrids attention, "Your dates here."

"It's already six?" Came Kennys response as he stood up, stretching his arms over his head and shaking down his wings, a few flecks of black fluid coming off.

"Already six," Craig said as Kenny walked over, wiping down his hands on his coveralls. He made sure to avoid the few patches that Kyle had stitched on for him.

"I haven't finished cleaning the spill yet," Kenny got out nervously, "Maybe we could postpone?"

"That's fine, just don't overwork yourself angel," Kyle said before placing a small kiss to Kennys cheek, tactfully avoiding any car fluids that had gotten on his boyfriends face.

"I won't," Kenny said before returning the favor, "Promise."

Craig gently pushed them apart, "I'll work on the spill, just tell Karen that you're heading out before you go."

Kenny pulled Craig in for a quick hug, "Thanks man, I owe you one."

"You owe me one hundred at this point," Craig said with a sigh as he pulled up the zipper on his coveralls.

"Let's go tell Karen what's happening," Kenny said, taking hold of Kyles hand and dragging him over to Karens office.

Kyle gladly followed, interlacing their fingers comfortably, the halo Kenny wore as his bracelet clinking comfortably against the silver band he had gotten for Kyle. A bright yellow Citrine sat embedded in the middle of it with Garnets on either side. It was, if nothing else, one of Kyles most prized possession, he wore it everywhere that he could.

"Hey Karen!" Kenny exclaimed as he waltzed into his little sisters office.

"Yeah bro?" Karen asked as she looked up from her schedule book.

"Me and Kyle are heading out on a date tonight, Craigs in the shop," Kenny said, pointing behind him as he spoke to the shop.

Kyle took a hesitant step in, "I recently got you something."

"Really?" Karen asked.

Kyle nodded as he reached into his bag, "Yeah! Definitely, you're fucking amazing, it's not much though," He placed down the pack of blue pens and the notepad, "I just heard you complaining about running out of pens."

"Thanks Kyle," Karen said as she tore open the pack, "Hope you two have fun, but not to much, Kenny still has work tomorrow."

"Will you please not?" Kenny asked desperately, red tinting his face at the knowing smirk his sister wore, his wings fluffed up whether he liked it or not.

"Hey man! I'm just stating the obvious!" Karen said in jest as she threw her hands up in faux surrender, "Now get out! I have work to do."

"Jeez, no need to be so moody," Kenny teased back as he pulled Kyle out of his sisters office.

He eagerly led Kenny out back to the junkyard, giving quiet 'hurry up's all the way there. There was a slight bounce to his step as he tugged along his partner of one month, maybe two.

"C'mon man, I have a gift out here, for you," Kenny said, gripping Kyles other hand as he spoke.

"Really? You hid a gift, in a junkyard?" Kyle asked, "If it's something small I know for a fact you lost it."

"Hey! I did not," Kenny spat defensively, a bit of a pout on his face as he spoke, "It's something big, trust me."

"Okay, I trust you," Kyle said, then Kenny released his hands before swiveling around behind him.

Kenny raised his hands to cover Kyles eyes, "Cool, then just do what I say, take five steps forward."

Kyle did as told, "Now I'm really fucking curious."

"Rightfully so, turn left," Kenny instructed, following Kyles motions closely to keep his eyes covered all the while. He shuffled his wings a bit as he moved.

"Your feathers are kind of grimy," Kyle said.

"I haven't had a chance to preen recently," Kenny answered with, "Five more steps."

Kyle gave a hum as he stepped forward, "I could help."

"Last time you helped it did not end up with me any cleaner," Kenny chided.

"It was fun," Kyle answered with.

"It was, but this time I want them actually clean," Kenny said, "Ready?"

Kyle nodded, "Sure."

Kenny lifted his hands, "Voila!"

Kyle was absolutely speechless at the sight before him.

"I fixed up a near identical version of your old Subaru for you, gave it some stripes, made it so it sounds really loud when you rev," Kenny explained, as he rifled through his pockets.

"Kenny," Kyle managed breathlessly, euphoria shooting through every inch of his body. That was his car, just like his old one, but better. And Kenny did it for him, bought and fixed an entire car after not even three months of a relationship.

"And here," Kenny began as he jingled the key ring, "Are the keys."

Kyle hesitantly took them.

"Go to her Kyle, she's all yours," Kenny said with a nod before watching Kyle rush off to start up the car.

He was absolutely giddy as he revved the engine and inspected the upholstery. The steering wheel was plush under his fingers and the gearshift had a little heart embroidered in it. The backseats where clearly patched up, some from his favorite bands, some simple graphics. He pulled open the glovebox and found a cardboard box inside, he eagerly pulled it open, finding a hat inside.

Kenny pulled open the passenger door and slid in, "Too much?"

"You are hereby unrequired to get me any gifts for the next ever is how much," Kyle said as he tugged on the green hat, two flaps on either side of his head, "No big ones at least."

"Well, I sort of had the crews help with this one," Kenny said, "Craig helped me choose the seat types and Karen did the little upholstered bits- I just did the technical stuff."

"Still! A whole fucking car! That's insane," Kyle said in sheer disbelief as he hesitantly pulled out the spot and started through the junkyard, "Crazy even."

"I found it a crime you didn't have a working car," Kenny said as he pulled on his seat belt, "Now, we're checking out that new restaurant right?"

Kyle nodded, "Yeah, I also got you a gift though."

"Really?" Kenny asked as he started on stuffing his wings back into his coveralls.

"Really! It's not nearly as good as this one though," Kyle said, reaching into the back for his bag. Kenny handed it over and watched with intent as Kyle pulled out a box.

"hey, I'll love it all the same," Kenny said with a sly smile on his face, one he almost always wore.

"Here," Kyle said, handing Kenny the box.

Kenny popped it open and went silent, eyes wide, "Darling."

"I can get a different one if you don't like it," Kyle said with a nervous laugh.

"Kyle I love it," Kenny got out quietly, absolutely stunned at the gift. He slowly slid it onto his wrist, a silver band like Kyles except with Orange Zircon in the center skirted by two pieces of Lapis Lazuli. He stared at it, "It's beautiful."

"Really?" Kyle asked.

"Yes really! I love it almost as much as I love you," Kenny answered with as he pressed a kiss to Kyles cheek once more, not wanting to distract him from the road too much.

"Cool, now we have actual matchies," Kyle said, lifting his hand and nodding towards his wrist.

Kenny clinked his bracelet against Kyles, "Almost like wedding rings."

"Hey maybe that'll be my next gift for you," Kyle said with a laugh.

"Jeez so I have to wait a whole year till I get another gift?" Kenny teased.

"You'll simply have to wait and see," Kyle answered with.

#K2WEEK2023 #south park k2 #south park #k2 south park #sp k2 #kyle broflovski #kenny mccormick #craig tucker #eric cartman #karen mccormick #writing #fanfic #fanfiction #fan fic #fan fiction #tw violence #tw swearing

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wormfan77old · 2 years

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normalize reading the scenic route obsessively to the point where u feel like drawing scenes from it even tho they dont do the writing justice

#read the fic if u havent this is an order #whether ur a south park fan or not its a GEM #sp style #sp kyle #sp stan #south park #south park fanart

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fruitloopzed · 1 year

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“So you think I’m pretty, then?”

Been reading a lot of @fayoftheforest ‘s fics, highly recommend Ship In A Bottle :) Captain Stan is by far my beloved, most favorite character thus far.

#sp #South Park #sp Stan #stan marsh #sp fan art #ship in a bottle fic #just a quick doodle whipped him up in an hour I’ve been so obsessed with this fic today #there will possibly be more ship in a bottle art they have my whole pirate loving heart

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hext00ns · 5 months

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Outrunning Karma

Chapter 2: twos a real fucking annoying coincidence

Ships: Stylenny

Warnings: (Non-permanent) Main Character Death, Cults

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It probably wasn’t that smart of him to have made himself known so soon.

Mysterion was swarmed with thoughts of the encounter the other day as he snuck his way between buildings. Keeping his eyes peeled for anything out of the norm.

Seeing Karen after so long almost had him feeling sick. The range of emotions that had exploded through him. He could hardly handle half of them. But it wasn’t like he could just let her get hurt. Who knew that that guy was gonna do to her. Mugging her was the best case scenario. Having seen that only after two days of being back in Colorado had his blood hot with anger, fear, just about anything else in between.

Karen was an adult now. She could keep herself safe. But even then, the need to protect overshadowed any other rational thought. He was fighting back any feelings of guilt. It was a necessity for him to leave. Coming back was just as much of a necessity. But he was going to make sure to cause as little harm and hurt to Karen, or anyone, to the best of his abilities. Besides, what was the chance that he would need to save her or anyone else that knew him before he could leave again? It was a once in a million probably.

Before he could keep throwing himself in his guilt, his phone began to buzz in his pocket. He always kept it on silent just in case. He made his way into an empty rooftop out of view before picking it up.

“What do you want, Damien?” he hissed out in his gruff voice.

“Are you Mysterion-ing right now? Your voice sounds stupid when you do that, you know.”

Mysterion rolled his eyes at the other’s words. “The voice does not sound stupid. It sounds super cool. Like fuckin’ batman.”

“Sounds just as lame as it did when we were eight. Sounds just as lame now. Besides, who the hell said you can pull off a Batman?”

“I do, smartass,” he grumbled back. “Dude, I’m literally out on the town doing my ‘thing’. What the hell do you want?”

“Dad wants to know if you’re coming down for dinner tonight.”

“Is that seriously why you fucking called me?” He could hear the chuckles from the other end but they didn’t sound like Damien’s. “Tell Pip I said he can go fuck himself.”

“Noted,” responded Damien. At the same time Mysterion could hear Pip’s higher voice giving a sound of distraught. “Though my dad really did wanna know.”

Mysterion sighed, “I don’t know man. I’ll see. I’m still trying to get this all done as soon as possible so I can be out of Colorado.”

“Speaking of,” Damien started back up. “The actual reason I called was to let you know how fast the news of you being back has spread.”

“What?!” he hissed back. “You gotta be fucking with me.”

“I called my uncle to double check. Karen has already told both Broflovski brothers about her heroic rescue.”

Mysterion ran a hand over the bare part of his face with a sigh. “But it’s just Mysterion… Their memories are still intact, right?”

He could almost hear the nod in the other’s voice. “As far as any of us can tell.”

Mysterion gave a sigh. It was better than nothing. He needed to be more careful, though. Especially out of the mask. There was too much riding on all of this.

After a last quick word, he hung up with Damien and went back to his patrol.

It wasn’t even twenty minutes before he found something suspicious.

A man being followed down the street. It could have been just two people walking but it was the way the second figure moved. Their whole body covered in what looked like a shroud and keeping their form hunched over and features out of view. His suspicions were also added with the way the second person kept pace with the first.

Mysterion got closer as the two walked, keeping a close eye. He needed to be careful just assuming things about people. It could just be some anti-social guy walking in his own way. Or anyone really. He needed real reason to drop down and intervene.

Thankfully, or unfortunately, that opportunity was given to him rather quickly.

The second figure waited till they were in a darker part of the street and suddenly sped up. Grabbing the man from behind and holding a cloth to his mouth.

Mysterion didn’t waste another second jumping down, landing right behind the duo. He grabbed the person from behind, startling them enough to let go of the other man. He then pulled them off him and spun them around to see their face.

He was surprised to see an older woman under the cloak. However, he was only given a split second to see her as he noticed the man falling down towards the concrete.

Mysterion dropped the woman and threw himself just enough to catch the man from hurting himself. Unfortunately, it seemed Mysterion’s luck really was dogshit. He recognized the man near instantly as Stan Marsh.

Fucking fantastic.

He didn’t have enough time to sort through anything, however, as he couldn’t let the woman get away. He tried to get Stan to the ground as gently yet quickly as possible. He then jumped to grab the woman and throw her to the ground.

“The hell did you do to him?” he hissed.

“It’s just chloroform!” She screamed back out in fear. She moved around sporadically to try and get Mysterion to let go. “Get off me!”

“Not until you tell me what you were doing!” A dark cloak and chloroform were some suspicious signs of what he was in Colorado for in the first place.

She paused her struggling to take a new look at him. Her face then gave a venomous glare to the masked vigilante. “You wont stop us this time.”

He was too caught off guard by her sudden shift. He was about to ask her what the hell she was talking about before he felt a sharp pain in his chest. She had somehow gotten a knife between them and lodged it into him. It took no time for his body to start screaming. The adrenaline settling into his blood.

He didn’t think she pierced anything important. However, blood loss was a genuine concern. He needed to deal with this woman and whatever the fuck he was gonna do with Stan before he lost too much.

He really hoped he had enough adrenaline to make up for it.

The woman took his surprise to kick him in the leg and get him to let go. She started to make a break for it down the road. He couldn’t lose this lead.

He stumbled into a run to chase her and once again grab the back of her cloak. He tugged hard and threw her down to the ground. He pulled out a zip tie and forced her wrists into it. He was out of rope for the time being. But he was always prepared.

Once she was bound he pulled her up by her collar.

“Who are you?” He hissed into her face. “Why were you trying to kidnap that man? What do you mean I ‘wont stop you this time’?” He gave her a few firm shakes as he hissed out his questions.

She kept trying to get away from him. Thrashing about to try and loosen his grasp on her. “Fuck you!” She hissed.

He reared back and landed a hard punch to her cheek.

She let out a shout of pain. She spit out blood and a tooth onto the ground. Maybe he had done that a bit harder than he should have.

“You’d really hit a fuckin lady?” She spat out.

“Answer me,” he growled in response.

She frowned, clearly having not gotten the response she wanted from him. “Do whatever the fuck you want to me. Kill me if you want! You’re not gonna win in the end, Mysterion.”

The way she hissed out his name was full of a vitriol that he wasn’t expecting. In fact, he was pretty surprised she knew his name in the first place.

He was about to go in for another attempt of intimidation when he heard a groan from Stan. Shit. He almost forgot about him. He stood and threw her back to the ground. “Keep your ass here,” he said before giving an exceptionally hard kick to her chest. Hopefully the pain will keep her where he needs her long enough to settle things with Stan.

He went back over to the man and looked down on him. Maybe the chloroform hadn’t gotten that into his system. He seemed out of it but not completely down for the count.

Stan looked up at him with blurry eyes. Maybe if he was lucky the other wouldn’t even remember seeing him.

Mysterion grabbed his arm to pull him up. “Are you alright?” He asked.

“Dude,” Stan groaned out. “I’m not, like, twelve again, am I?”

The vigilante shook his head. “No, you’re not.” Once he was able to get him stable on his feet he took another look at him. “Can you stand on your own?”

Stan paused, seemingly trying to evaluate his current situation. “I think so?” He looked back to the taller’s face. “I’m not going crazy, am I? You’re seriously Mysterion?”

“I’m not gonna answer that.” He let go of Stan tentatively, making sure the other really could stand on his own before fully taking a step back. “I’ll watch you go home. You’ll be safe the whole way there.”

“Oh,” Stan mumbled back. He looked like he was trying to blink the dizzy out of his system. “Are you seriously alive? And just saved my life?”

The vigilante shook his head. “Stop asking so many questions. You need to get home where it’s safe.”

“Dude,” Stan groaned out. Sounding more lucid as he spoke. “I have, like, seven years of questions. I’m not letting you just shrug me off like that.”

Mysterion opened his mouth to speak but stopped when he heard the sound of feet running. Looking to the side the cloaked woman had finally gotten to her feet and was making a break for it. He looked back to Stan and only responded, “Actually, you are.”

Mysterion then took off after the woman down the road. Not ready to let her get away so easily.

***

When Stan did get home he was almost annoyed with himself for not running after Mysterion and that woman. Unfortunately, even though he could stand and get himself home fine, the actual feeling of being chloroformed hadn’t left him. Even if it wasn’t enough to keep him completely down, he didn’t trust his legs enough to run. Just enough to get him onto the bus home.

Kyle was sitting at the kitchen bar with his laptop and a mug. He wondered, momentarily, if he should just hold off on the whole ‘Mysterion’ thing till later. Then again, if Kyle found out he didn’t tell him immediately he wouldn’t stop hearing about it for a month.

Stan dropped his bag to the couch, along with his jacket. Mentally telling himself he’d pick them both up later. With a sigh, he just started with, “So I saw Mysterion.”

It seemed he had picked the worst timing there as he instantly heard Kyle spit. Looking up to see he had spit his sip back into his cup and started coughing.

Stan ran up to the other and patted his back, trying to help. Only for the ginger to wave him away with a hand.

Kyle put down his mug and looked at the spillage on his shirt and keyboard. Which, thankfully, wasn’t a lot. He then looked up at Stan with an annoyed, yet baffled, face. “The fuck do you mean you ‘saw Mysterion’?”

“He, uh, saved my life,” Stan explained as he walked to the fridge and grabbed a soda. Also grabbing a few paper towels to hand to Kyle. “From getting kidnapped.”

“Kidnapped?!” Kyle responded with a hiss. He dropped back into his chair and placed a hand on his face. Holding out the other to grab the paper towels. “You and Karen are going to give me a fucking heart attack, man.”

Stan crossed his arms. “Hey man, it’s not like I asked for an attempted kidnapping to happen.” He sighed and ran a hand over his neck. “Man, I don’t even know what that freaky woman wanted.”

“Maybe she was some kinda creeper,” responded the other as he started blotting down the spillage on his shirt and computer.

Stan frowned as he sat down next to him. “Ugh, weird. I tried to get Mysterion to talk but he just ran off after her.” He took a few sips of his drink but his mind kept racing. “This is weird, right?”

“Oh definitely.”

Another pause passed between them.

“What are we gonna do about it?”

“What can we do about it,” Kyle hissed, finally turning to look directly at the other. “None of us know his true identity and he clearly doesn’t wanna talk to any of us. Besides,” he continued and turned back to his, now clean, computer. “It’s probably for the best. He probably is looking into something super dangerous that we shouldn’t be a part of.”

“And what if that ‘super dangerous’ thing has to do with seven years ago?” Stan pushed back. “What if that’s why he left? To look for answers himself?”

“And what if someone else dies, Stan?” Kyle snapped back. His brow had furrowed deep into his face with emotions ranging from anger to sorrow and seven years of things he probably should've gone to a therapist about.

All Stan could do was frown for a moment. They didn’t talk much about this kinda stuff for a reason. It might have only been seven years ago but it still felt fresh as if it had been just last week. Seven years ago changed all of South Park and everyone’s lives. Yes he wanted answers, but Kyle had a point. A point that felt like a knife to the gut.

“Sorry,” came out the mumble beside him. “I didn’t mean to…”

“You’re fine dude,” Stan sighed. “I get it.” After a bit of silence Stan stood up to grab his phone. “How does pizza sound tonight?”

#south park #stylenny #kenny mccormick #stan marsh #kyle broflovski #mysterion #damien thorn #pip pirrup #fan fic #fan fiction #outrunning karma (sp ff)#mywriting

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clovariia · 11 months

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“turning the volume down”

📦 craig tucker x tweek tweak (creek) 📦 2.7k words 📦 literally everyone has already written this concept before, but now I’M the one doing it

🔗 https://archiveofourown.org/works/47228806

#south park #sp creek #craig tucker #tweek tweak #my writing #i care them very much #here's my obligatory creek fic #every sp fan who also writes fic has to write a creek fic eventually #it's the law #this was a lot of fun #i love messy miscommunication issues <3

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viveela · 6 months

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The Princess has been kidnapped!

Drew this for a fic I've been tryna make for ages, it's finally seeing the light

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numbknee · 11 months

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South park fan

#alas….unfortunately I am #ask #anon #tag edit: oof yeah probs shouldn’t have rambled in the tags about writing sp fics on that prev post op got mad at me :(#in all fairness I used to be the exact same way and then I actually watched the show #and then begrudgingly had to acknowledge the writing was actually good #the show has a lot of shitty ppl who are fans but the reasons they like the show #like using Cartman’s antisemitism to justify their own bigotry #are 1000% NOT the same reasons I like the show #it’s very hit or miss and some eps are absolutely vile but the ones that hit #have some damn good writing. there’s a reason why trey parker is so prolific. the guy knows his shit #not only in tv writing but songwriting and writing the book of mormon #which won best musical so. you have to admit he’s talented at his craft even if some of the shit he writes makes me wanna throw up #because he specifically wrote it to make the audience uncomfortable. he and matt stone are provocateurs #but if you listen to the commentary or see the show beyond a surface level you’ll see it has a surprising amount of heart #I know that’s shocking for a non-fan for me to acknowledge that but. idk man don’t harass me over it you can block me if you’re #that uncomfortable #ok tag ramble over #FUCK TAG EDIT AGAIN: yeah I deleted my reblog op was getting upset and I don’t wanna invite harassment towards myself or him #I’m not about to fuck with anti sp ppl esp minors I don’t have a death wish

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jackalopes-pen · 10 months

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Phone calls

Summary: Michael has been dead for a year now, and Pete is struggling with the death of his friend. He copes by leaving him voicemails, however he feels a wave or shock when someone returns his call.

Fandom: South Park ( aged up) | Goth kids (Henrietta Biggle, Pete Thelman, Firkle Smith, Michael ... Tall one)

A/N: First time writing south park fanfic! Lemme know if it is shitty or not, really trying figure out how to write these characters before I get a larger project under way.

Word Count: 1,281

Pete was well aware that this was not very goth. To leave voicemails on his friend's number that would never be heard was so stupid. He still did it, though. Still scrolled down to Michael's name and called waiting for the answering machine just to hear his voice. He still left some update on their lives and how the world still turned without him. He told answering machine about how that song he wrote hit the top 10. He told the machine that they were gaining popularity as a goth band, and that the name he suggested was the one they signed with. Sometimes he just cried after the tone, unable to process.

Today was so much worse then other days. Today it had been one full year since he died. He died to someone else's hand in a hate crime not even to his own. His tombstone read that he was a 'great daughter'. Fucking bigots. Pete kneeled down to the stone, and put a tapped note over daughter, reading now "A great son, friend, and unfortunate martyr." He would have apricated that, right? Pete stood back, on the path staring at the grave. He put the phone to his ear, staring down the flowers of someone who was supposed to answer.

One ring, two rings, three...

"Hey. This is Michael, I'm kinda busy so leave your name I'll consider getting back to you. Unless you're a conformist." the recording stopped with a tone. Leave a message... another message.

"Hey Michael, it's Pete. Just wanted to let you know that I came back to visit you," Pete could hear his voice breaking as he continued "Tried to fix that stupid mistake on your stone. Those conformists can't even let you rest in peace? They really are assholes. Anyway, call me back when you can. I miss you."

Pete slipped the phone back in his pocket. He wanted to stay at that grave for an eternity and hope something would change. It wouldn't though, he knew that. He talked himself into leaving, going to his car and driving to his shared apartment with Henrietta and Firkle. They'd probably get onto him for this and tell him to move on. It's hard to move on damn it. Give him time.. or more time.

"Hey, I'm back." Pete said as he entered their apartment.

"Went to visit him?" Henrietta said from the couch, writing something in her journal.

"Yeah, if you're gonna give me shit can you save it til tomorrow?" Pete responded, flopping down the couch beside her.

"Not today. I know it's hard and all. If this is how you handle it, then so be it." Henrietta said, clearly more focused on her lyrics.

"It's almost poser-ish is what it is," Firkle said emerging from his room with drum sticks in hand. "He's gone, let it go."

"It's easy for you to say! We were close, and I just-" Pete stopped his rebuttal when his phone rang in his pocket. He took it out and froze as he saw the caller.

"What's up with you?" Henrietta said, suddenly perking up.

"He's.. he's calling me back." Pete said, some mix of happiness and confusion and fear all churning in his stomach.

'Well, answer it!" Firkle said impatiently.

Pete did just that. He swiped to answer the call and quickly put it on speaker. He set the phone down on the coffee table, almost scared to hold it in case it was a dream or something. They all waited in silence, for whatever was on the other end of the call.

"Hey Pete, sorry I couldn't answer earlier. Whatever though. I'm at the good CVS on fifth, you need anything?" It was Michael's voice, loud and clear. The sounds of shitty drug store music were barely audible through the phone. It was him.. it had to be. "Hello? Are you about blast a chord again?"

"No, no. I'm here. How- uh... how are you?" It was pathetic but it was all Pete could muster. He wanted to say a million things to him, but couldn't find the words for any of it.

"Uh.. could be better, could be worse. You good, red? You sound like you're talking to a ghost." Hearing that old nickname was enough to break him a little on the inside. Only Michael called him that, and he still was calling him that.

"I'm- I'm good. Do you mind being on speaker? We're all here, about to start writing."

"Nah, I don't mind. Glad the band took off though, that's pretty fucking impressive."

"Your song helped us out a lot, I wish you could've written more." Henrietta finally spoke up.

"Yeah, you know.. not really my decision about the whole thing. I did hear you guys used my name idea. I thought it was pretty bad but, I guess if it works." Pete was so confused at this point. He seemed to know he was gone, but here he was on the phone. Pete almost wanted to run to the CVS and look for him, even though he'd probably find nothing.

"Hey, while you're there.. can you pick up some of those gummy bears? We're running low." Firkle said, tentatively. He was trying to play into the daydream.. maybe Pete should. Maybe this was the casual conversion they never got to have. That last talk.

"Sure, kid. Anything else? Hen, you still like those chocolate pretzel things right?"

"Yeah- yeah. I can pay you back for them." Henrietta was close to tears. It was rare that he called even them their actual names to their faces. These old nicknames.. it hurt to hear them again.

"You don't have to. Red, you?"

"Oh, can you see if they have Marlboro? I'm on my last pack." Pete felt the lump in throat grow. It was such a normal conversation, with a dead man.

"Sure, yeah. Okay, well I'll see you guys whenever. And, red?"

"Yeah?" Pete's voice broke on the ending constant.

His tone was suddenly solemn. "I miss you too, I miss all of you and I wish I was there. Thanks for the voicemails, I might try to leave you some."

The call was hung up. The silence was deafening, as they stared at Pete's phone until it turned to a black screen. It only reflected the popcorn ceiling of their apartment. In some ways, it was a relief to know he wanted to be here and in others a pull to Pete's heart that he wasn't. This could have been their everyday.

But it wasn't, and it never would be.

About 15 minutes later, the doorbell rang Pete almost prayed it was him but, it was just a CVS bag of what they asked for. One bag of gummies, chocolate pretzels, cigarettes, and a bag of the coffee that he used to brew before writing. Of course he'd pick that up, it was a writing session right? Pete noticed on the receipt, paid for with Michael's card, something else they asked for: more writing.

It was a complete song, and a that moment Pete was so glad CVS had insanely long receipts. It was a song about loss, comparing the death to crow that continued to follow the singer. The song went through the 5 stages as it continued, ending in accepting the crows presence.

It would take more time and thought then some lyric's on a CVS receipt, but Pete knew a hint when saw it. He picked up his guitar, and made a promise with it. This is honoring the death, because it did happen. It would only get easier to admit it, every time he played.

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akechi-if-he-slayed · 3 months

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GAY PEOPLE RUINED MY LIFE !!!

#me when im thinking of fic ideas in class during a lecture i should be paying attention to..#how do all sp fans not ship staig it physically takes everything in me to not be insane about them 24/7 #screamsFOREVER

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sansxfuckyou · 8 months

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It won't suck (we have each other)

Summary: Kenny isn't really the type to make promises, and Kyle isn't really the type to keep them either.

Warnings: Angst, hurt/comfort, pseudo-immortality, implied suicide, check Ao3 port for full tags.

Authors Note: okay so maybe this a little bit too angsty for day one, promise that tomorrows is a lot lighter than this. Day ones prompt was engagement/promise, and I chose promise, hope ya'll enjoy, and if ya do maybe consider dropping a reblog or checking out the Ao3 port and leaving a comment

"Kenny, I'd do anything for you," Kyle said, reaching for his can of ginger ale once more.

"You'd do anything for me?" Kenny asked tentatively.

Kyle glanced over to Kenny with a raised brow, "Yeah just about."

"Promise me that if I want to die, you'll kill me," Kenny said bluntly, forcing it out of his throat as fast as he could. Sheer shock washed over Kyle at the notions of killing Kenny, he, he knew he would come back. He'd die by the end of the week anyways, Kyles throat was dry, he was having a hard time forming an answer.

"What?" The word came out cracked and weak.

Kenny glanced to the ground, tapping cut nails along the aluminum of his can. "Nothing."

"Bullshit," Kyle answered with, spitting the word was he spoke, "Why the fuck would you make me promise that?"

Kenny stayed silent, tentatively reaching to raise his parka hood.

Kyles brought his hands to push it back down and Kenny looked absolutely ashamed of himself. Regret played itself on his face with ease, he just wanted to hide. Kyles expression softened, "Kenny," He spoke quietly, voice a calm tenor. He used to sing soprano, it'd be a shock to anyone who didn't know him when he was a kid.

Kenny didn't speak, refusing to look Kyle in the eyes.

"Why would you ask me to promise that?" Kyle asked gently.

Still, Kenny refused to say a thing.

A gentle grasp came to tilt his chin and lean him to face Kyle, "Kenny, please tell me."

"Shit sucks ass sometimes okay?!" Kenny snapped, words escaping him roughly and he hated how mad he sounded because he really wasn't.

He just didn't like to talk about it, it was like a fresh wound and every word was simply salt or lemon juice being thrown into it. He edged away from Kyle and took a swig of his drink, he shuffled awkwardly until he was pressed against the arm rest of the couch. He placed down his empty can and reached to grab an unopened one, he cracked it open with practiced ease. The fizzing sound was the only thing that filled the silence.

Kenny heaved a heavy sigh, "Sorry for snapping at you like that."

Kyle didn't respond, scouring his mind for the right words.

"I, I'll leave, I've already had way too much of your guys food," Kenny said as he stood up, reaching for his hood and flipping it up, "What a fucking waste letting me have some."

Kyle was still paralyzed because his best friend, his immortal best friend, wanted to die. And he wanted Kyle to do whatever it took to kill him and make sure he stays dead.

"See you at school," Kenny said as he tugged up his zipper a little bit, starting on his way to the door. He tried his very hardest to keep his voice even because he just bared his soul and he isn't even given a response, "Bye Kyle."

"Wait," Kyle begins to the best of his ability, and Kenny doesn't. He opts to meander over to Kenny, "Kenny wait."

Kenny doesn't respond aside from a partially muffled, "I'm going home."

A hand latches onto his wrist and Kenny freezes entirely, turning to glare down Kyle. His eyes are watering, and his voice shatters as he speaks, "Yeah?"

"Can you," Kyle takes a steadying breath, "Can you tell me more? Before we come to like, a full promise?"

"Sure," Kenny managed to choke out, "Totally bro."

"Wanna talk about it in my room, or on the couch?" Kyle asked as gently as he could manage.

"When are your parents coming back?" Kenny asked, voice wavering just a little bit more.

Kyle glanced to the clock, "Couple hours, it's plenty of time."

"Couch," Kenny said quietly before being tugged over to the aforementioned furniture gently.

Kyle sat down on one side of the couch and Kenny on the other, his full can of soda pop still fizzled. No matter how parched he felt he refused to grab it and take a sip, he already had one, that's plenty.

"You know how sometimes I don't come to school?" Kenny asked, voice muffled by the thick orange fabric layers of his parka, Kyle still understood him perfectly.

"Yeah, totally man," Kyle said, "Usually on testing day."

Kenny nodded, he pushed off his parka a little bit, hand resting tentatively at his neck. He pressed at where the rope once rested, pulled tighter and tighter, "I sort of, took the easiest way out of school- don't use nooses by the way, they suck."

Kyle just gave a vague gesture for him to continue.

"And like, guns are too loud, don't use them unless everyone is out of the house," Kenny said, a nervous chuckle on his voice, "I'm getting off track- sometimes I want to die for a day, a whole twenty four hours. Spend some time in the afterlife you know, me and Damien play chess you know? He's shit at it honestly-"

"Kenny, focus," Kyle said, the slightest hint of agitation on his voice.

"Right, shit, sorry," Kenny answered with, rambling out apologies. He absently reached for the can of pop, he retracted his hand, "Basically, I like being dead sometimes, but I don't always wanna do it."

"And you want me to do it for you?" Kyle asked, he got a nod in response.

"Yeah, pretty much," Kenny said.

"Text me when it happens and I'll be there," Kyle said, holding out a hand.

Kenny took it in a shake, "Thanks man."

"No problem bro," Kyle said as calmly as he could manage.

He almost felt bad about crossing his fingers.

-/-/-/-

The message came at four in the morning and Kyle barely dragged himself out of slumber to respond to check it. The simple, and easy 'Kyle.' properly capitalized and with a punctuation mark. Kenny never used capitalization, or sent short messages, or used punctuation-

Wait.

That's the call, that's the signal. They should've agreed on one beforehand but Kyle can't think of what else it could be. He types back a quick 'omw' as he gets out of bed as quietly as possible. He tugs on his slippers and types out a 'hang tight' before grabbing his jacket and making his way to the door.

He pauses, he'd get caught if he's too loud. He glances to his window, is he really gonna go trek on over to Kennys house in negative temperatures with slippers on? No, he absolutely is not- he wants to pull Kenny out of it but he is not chancing losing his toes to frostbite.

He pushes his bedroom door open as quietly as he can manage before slowly shutting it once more. Urgency laces his slowed actions in a pathetic attempt to stay quiet, he leans his weight on the boards that don't creak. He slides on his boots as fast as he can and fastens the buckles, he barely grabs his hat on the way out.

Please wait, please wait, please wait.

He sees stray dogs as he speed walks down the icy road, he forgot his mittens at the door. He stuffs his hands in his pockets.

Please wait, please wait, please wait.

Maybe he should've grabbed a coffee on the way out, he'll definitely fall asleep in the middle of class today. He fumbles uselessly for the one piece of snack food in his pockets and tears open the packing.

Please wait, please wait, please wait.

He traverses through the barbed wire and broken bottles in Kennys backyard to reach his window. He taps on the glass and hopes it doesn't crack more.

God fuck, Kenny please wait.

The window slides in and he's instantly hit with relief like it's a semi-truck. He climbs in and drops down finding Kenny clearly on the verge of tears and holding out a knife. Kyle takes it and throws it out the window, before Kenny can answer with a loud what the fuck?! a hand is placed over his mouth. He only glares.

"Do you want to wake up your parents?" Kyle asked in a hushed tone.

Kenny shook his head.

"I am going to remove my hand you're gonna talk quietly, and stand still or sit on your bed," Kyle instructed, "Understood?"

Kenny nodded and Kyle removed his hand.

The McCormick instantly made his way to sit down on his bed, it was a crappy bed, one or two springs stuck through the fabric and cushioning but they were covered in blankets and pillows. He laid down on his side and Kyle quietly walked over and sat down behind him.

"You said you would do anything for me," Kenny got out quietly, his voice cracked.

"Almost anything," Kyle corrected, "Wanna talk about it?"

Kenny shook his head viciously.

"Wanna just sit here?" Kyle asked.

"I want to die, and stay dead," Kenny said bluntly, "Can't do that though, weird ass fucking curse."

Kyle paused, "I'm not killing you."

"Yeah, you threw out the knife, and the gun broke and there's no rope," Kenny said bitterly as he rolled over to curl into Kyle, a couple tears sliding down his face, "I'm sorry."

"Dude, it's fine," Kyle said, drumming his fingers on Kennys forearm, "Totally fine."

"I'll make it through the day," Kenny said as he rolled back off of Kyle who stood up.

"So, my work here is done?" Kyle asked, stepping dangerously close to the window.

"Can you stay for a bit longer?" Kenny asked as he propped himself on his elbows.

Kyle launched himself back onto Kennys bed, the frame creaked in dismay at the suddenness. He wore a grin, "Of course my good sir."

Kenny gave a small smile, "Thanks."

Kyle held open his arms and leaned on Kenny before squeezing him tight, "Thanks for calling me over."

"I'd rather be dead right now," Kenny said dismissively and Kyle let go of him, "I didn't say stop."

"I won't," Kyle said, returning to smothering Kenny in a hug, squeezing the air out of him, "Love you bro."

"Pretty gay," Kenny said, drawing out the 'E' as he spoke.

"So are you," Kyle answered with, bringing up a thumb to wipe away the few tears on Kennys face.

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