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firefly-sky · 4 months

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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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butters-flower-mom · 4 months

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Gather 'round, children. It's once again story time with Butters and Pepper.

Butters set his snow shovel aside and dug his hand into his pocket. Pulling out a soggy clump of Kleenex, he blew his raw, red nose into them forcefully. With a weak sigh he returned the tissues to his pocket, picking up his shovel and resuming clearing the snow from the driveway to his house.

"Hi, Butters!"

The blond boy looked up as he heard a familiar soft voice call out his name. Pepper approached him, Baxter the stuffed t-rex in her arms as always. Her cheerful smile faded as she neared him and noticed his disheveled appearance.

"Oh, hey, Pepper," Butters replied with a sniffle. "Sorry, I can't play right now. I gotta get this driveway shoveled before my folks get home or I'll be grounded."

Pepper watched as her friend feebly scooped snow and tossed it aside. A phlegmy cough and a harsh sneeze interrupted his work.

"You sound terrible," she remarked, reaching into her pocket and handing him a clean tissue as he fumbled with the mess of used ones he'd fished from his own pocket.

"Yeah." Butters accepted the tissue and winced as he wiped his running nose with it. "I think I'm comin' down with a real bad cold or somethin'."

"Why are you out shoveling snow if you're sick?"

"'Cause bein' sick's no excuse for not gettin' my chores done, Pepper! I need to learn some responsibility around here!" Butters chided himself in an angry tone mimicking his father's. One could only assume he was parroting an earlier scolding he'd gotten. He continued with his snow removal but a coughing fit doubled him over. Pepper placed a sympathetic hand on his back, rubbing it gently until he recovered. A soft whimper of pain escaped him as he held a hand to his throat.

"Why don't you take a break?" Pepper sweetly suggested, keeping her hand on his back to comfort him. "I could make you some hot tea."

Butters' eyes trailed along the snow covered driveway, dreading the punishment he'd receive if he failed to complete his chore. He brought his gaze up to Pepper, her face full of kindness and concern, her eyes pleading with him to take up her offer. "Well... Maybe just a short break. I really need to get this done."

Pepper lead Butters into his house and over to the couch. She gave the cushion a pat to instruct him to take a seat. As he did so, Pepper grabbed a nearby blanket that was draped over the arm and handed it to him. "Now, you lie down and cover up, okay?" Butters did as he was told, the cozy allure of the blanket and the couch's throw pillows being far too tempting for him to resist in his sickly state. "I'm gonna go make your tea. Here, Baxter will keep you company." She tucked the plush dinosaur under the blanket beside him.

Butters watched as Pepper disappeared into the kitchen. "There's tea bags in the pantry, but make sure you put everything back where you got it, alright? I don't wanna get hollered at for things bein' outta order."

"I will!" Pepper called back from the kitchen. Butters heard the microwave timer ding, and shortly afterwards Pepper returned with a steaming hot mug of tea to hand her sick friend. "Here you go. I saw some honey in the pantry so I put a bunch in. I read it's good for sore throats."

"Thanks, Pepper." Butters sat up and accepted the mug with a sniffle. He took a sip and a look of content washed over him as the heat instantly got to work soothing his throat. "I think it's helpin!"

Pepper smiled as she watched Butters sip his drink. "Is there anything else I can get for you?"

"Gosh, you've already done enough for me. I should really get back to finishin' up the driveway now." Butters attempted to slide off the couch but Pepper stopped him.

"I can do that. I mean, you're already all warm and comfy and relaxed."

Butters was touched by her kind offer. "Aw, Peppy, that's awful sweet of you but you don't have to do that."

"I know I don't have to but I want to. I like doing stuff for you." Pepper shyly fidgeted with a few strands of her long brown hair.

Butters eased himself back onto the couch. "I suppose if you really wanna… but I promise I'll make it up to ya once I'm feelin' better."

"You don't have to," Pepper replied, taking Butters' mug and placing it on the coffee table before helping him get tucked back in under his blanket.

Butters nestled his head into his pillow and held Baxter close. "Yeah, I know, but I wanna. I like doin' stuff for you too, y'know." He smiled to himself as he watched Pepper bashfully turn away, her hair falling into her face, as she headed out to finish his chore for him. Surrounded by warmth and comfort and feeling very loved, it wasn't long before he drifted off for a much needed nap.

#for some reason this one was the hardest for me to write #even though it's something i wanted to write for a long time #the world needs more platonic sickfics #and i continue to be the change i want to see #south park #my chaotic sonshine #pepper posts #lotus talks to herself

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alwaysinstyle · 1 month

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JOIN ME IN SICKFIC HELL

#south park #kyle broflovski #stan marsh #sickfic #fanfic #ao3 #ao3 link #Yes I’m insane about them

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1moreoffkeyanthem · 3 months

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You know what I enjoy way too much? Weather as an allegory for a character’s physical or mental state. The Whumpshot Wizard struck again my dudes, here’s a little western style au

My Picket Fence

#god it’s been too long since I’ve done a sickfic #so here we are #south park #style #fic link #i’m sorry #but I’m not tho #also it might be ass I don’t proofread

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everythingwasnormalhere · 8 days

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No way Loki just posted his 2nd one-shot??? (real) (not clickbait)

Reasons to read it:

Chronic pain Kenny !!!!!

The requester didn't know it was my hc

Long for my standards (2k words)

Actually pretty fucking sweet

Bunny but can be read platonically or romantically :3

Set in my main au !!!

Karen appears<3

Again, chronic pain Kenny

Bunny sleepover :3

#south park fanfiction #kenny mccormick #leopold butters stotch #karen mccormick #chronic pain #sickfic #writers on tumblr

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antha · 2 years

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Forgot to upload my favourite one from Kyman week so far. You can find all of my fics here

Chapters: 1/1

Word count: 3,094

Relationship: Kyle Broflovski/Eric Cartman

No archive warnings apply, Teen and up audience

Summary:

Kyman week day 5: Sickfic

After Cartman falls asleep in the snow on Kyle’s lawn, Kyle is forced to save him and warm him up. Chicken broth gets served and reluctant confessions get shared

#eric cartman #kyle broflovski #kyman #south park #fanfic #ao3 #kymanweek #2022 #sickfic

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xoxiu · 1 year

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twinkle - ot7 x reader

chapter 01 table of contents masterlist

summary: she had just wanted attention, that’s why she kept texting the strange number, updating him on everything in her life. little did she know how dangerous this relationship actually was. it had been jimin’s idea to kidnap the girl, but the ability to travel across the world to actually do it had been all hoseok’s doing. convenient how some things work, right? they knew that they were destined to have their baby with them, whether she wanted it or not.

tags/warnings: kidnapping, forced age regression, spanking, noncon, mafia au, drug use, stockholm syndrome, caregiver!bts, little!reader, nonsexual, diapers, panic attacks, fluff and angst, sickfic, referenced child abuse, unrequited love

a/n: i wrote this fic in 2018 on ao3 and wattpad, but im putting it here for archival reasons ♡

They had used a burner phone to talk to the girl, not wanting to risk her tracing the number back to one of them. It had been Jungkook's idea; he found the girl's Instagram page, where she frequently posted pictures of herself, her dogs, and her friends. A quick DM and an hour later, Jungkook got her phone number and the two were texting daily.

He found out so much about the girl: her name was Ophelia, she lived in a small town in America, her dogs were named Gengi and Jingob, she had a younger brother named Henry and a 6-month-old sister named Rose, her father was Korean and her mother was Israeli. She had naturally dark, curly hair, but she frequently bleached and straightened it (right now it was an adorable baby pink). When she was born, her mother wasn't together with her father, so she was named Ophelia Felicite Potter, but her father forced her mother to change her name to Ophelia Lynn Park once they had officially started dating three months later. Henry, her little brother, was in Junior High, and Ophelia always drove him to school, since their town was so small that their Middle School, High School, and Community College were all in one building.

Eventually, the rest of the boys began talking to her. All seven of them were pretending to be one person, a 19-year-old named Ian. Of course, Ophelia believed everything 'Ian' said. She had told them that she never had a boyfriend before, and absolutely loved the attention she was receiving for the first time. Even though she was still young, naive, and too trusting, she was still smart- both academically and morally. Whenever 'Ian' asked for nudes, she refused, which both pissed off and pleased the boys.

It was important that Ophelia never found out who they truly were. At least, not yet. The boys were heirs of one of the biggest mafia rings in South Korea, and they all knew that if the girl found out, the fake number would be blocked immediately. Even though the seven of them weren't important members in the business- their fathers and older brothers were more active than them, they were more of the poster kids- they were still expected to keep certain things private in order to keep them safe and their fathers in power.

They decided that Ophelia would be one of the things they kept private.

'i have a surprise for you in an hour!! :D'

God, the kid was so cute. Seokjin looked down at the phone as the text alert caused the coffee table to gently vibrate. He smiled as he sent his reply.

'Why can't I have the surprise now?'

A moment later Ophelia's reply pinged.

'i'm in class right now and im fairly certain you dont want calculus as your surprise'

'Alright, I'll wait. Do your schoolwork.'

'dont tell me what to do love u xxx'

Seokjin smiled again and put the phone in his pocket. It was currently three in the morning in Seoul, so two in the afternoon Ophelia's time. She gets out of school at 2:25, so it wouldn't be long before Jin received the 'surprise' Ophelia was talking about.

Jin idly played on his own phone, waiting for another text from the girl, when he heard footsteps coming down the stairs. He turned his head towards the noise to find Namjoon approaching him.

"Hyung, what are you doing up?" Namjoon asked, voice deep and rough with sleep. In the back of his mind, he knew he was texting Ophelia, but if something important had happened he wanted to know.

"Ophelia's getting out of school soon and she has a surprise for us." Namjoon hummed in response. He never was as obsessed with Ophelia as the other boys, but he had talked to her quite a few times.

Jin grabbed Namjoon's hand and guided him to lay on the couch with him. Namjoon immediately curled into his boyfriend, breathing in the lingering scent of his cologne. One of Jin's hands began stroking the younger's hair while the other continued aimlessly scrolling through his emails.

Namjoon quickly fell asleep again, and the burner phone pinged soon after that. Jin carefully took the phone out of his back pocket, trying not to wake his sleeping beauty, and became excited as he saw Ophelia had sent a picture message. He quickly opened the messaging app and cooed at what the girl had sent.

She had sent a mirror picture of her in a dress. The dress was a flowing red ball gown with gold accents on the waist. Ophelia looked absolutely beautiful in it, and Jin quickly saved the picture to send to his real phone.

'prom is in a month and i really wish i could go with you. what do you think of this dress? someone told me this shade of red suits me but idk'

Prom. Ophelia would be going to prom with someone other than Jin or one of the other boys. While one of them taking her was unrealistic and impossible, it still pained him to think that it wouldn't be him.

'You look stunning. I wish I could see it in person.'

'<;3 :)'

Jin put the phone back on the table, smiled, and closed his eyes. He was absolutely whipped.

Once the rest of the boys woke up, the dress was the main discussion at breakfast.

"I think she looks adorable in it," Taehyung said, "Just look at her face in the picture- it's obvious she's in love with it, too."

"But its too mature for her! It shows off too much!" Jimin said, his voice distressed.

"Jimin, she's not our baby yet. Once we have her then you can decide what is and isn't too big for her," said Namjoon.

For the past month, they had been preparing a plan to bring Ophelia to Korea with them. They wanted her to be their Little, and them be her Daddies. Some of them were more excited than others (Jin and Jimin were both ecstatic about this), but all of them had warmed up to the idea. Hoseok, Jimin, and Taehyung had gone crazy over putting together a nursery and clothes shopping. It had been easy to find childlike clothes in Ophelia's size, including a car seat, since Ophelia was rather small for her age.

They had decided what they would be called almost as soon as they got the idea of Ophelia being a Little. Namjoon and Jin would be the main caregivers, with Namjoon being Appa and Jin being Eomma. Yoongi and Jimin would also be her caretakers, Yoongi being Daddy and Jimin being Mommy. Hoseok, Taehyung, and Jungkook would be less of caretakers and more of playmates, but they still wanted to spend time with Ophelia.

Luckily, they had a business meeting in America in two weeks, which would be relatively close to where Ophelia lives (thanks to careful mapping done by Jungkook), so they could take her and bring her home with them with ease. The boys knew Ophelia would have a much better life with them.

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chips-con-salsa · 8 months

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⚠️ANY AND ALL CHARACTERS WILL BE AGED UP TO 16+ BY DEFAULT. BUT THAT IS THE YOUNGEST I WILL MAKE THEM. I WILL MAKE THEM OLDER IF IT IS REQUESTED BUT NO YOUNGER THAN 16 At least for romance. if it’s platonic i can do canon age.)⚠️

About Me!

Name: Skipper

Nicknames: Skippy, Skip, Kip (only if we are close enough!)

Age: Not sharing, but I am in high school

Pronouns: Any pronouns work!! ^^ I’m AFAB though :)

Current Hyperfixation: South Park

What I will do on here:

I write South Park x reader stuff :) Mainly headcanons and stables. I can do art if some of you are looking for that, examples of my art can be found under #my art or #wip wednesday on my main blog. Those requests might take longer though.

Do I have a scheduled time for posting?

Unfortunately not. I have a hard academic year ahead of me, I’m in all honors and AP courses and I am preparing for the PSAT/SAT this year as well as a bunch of AP exams and state mandated tests. I also have play rehearsal, community services and volunteering after school, so I will not be on here as much as I am during the summer. But my ask box is always open and my DMs are too.

Do I have other blogs?

Yes!! Many, in fact.

Main blog

Albinism Awareness (Feel free to ask questions about my albinism!)

Pokémon AU

G/T AU

Mythical Creatures AU

Art Blog (I take requests here)

South Park related polls (Go vote here! Feel free to send in poll requests/your opinions on certain questions too!)

Anything else noteworthy?

I have albinism, meaning I have a visual impairment. This means I may make spelling mistakes sometimes because I cannot see my keyboard. So if this happens or if you see a spelling mistake, just let me know and I’ll fix it.

Characters I write for

(🩷-Romantic 💜-Platonic only)

Eric Cartman 🩷

Stan Marsh 🩷

Kyle Broflovski🩷

Kenny McCormick🩷

Butters Stotch🩷

Craig Tucker🩷

Tweek Tweak🩷

Clyde Donovan🩷

Tolkien Black🩷

Jimmy Valmer🩷

Wendy Testaburger🩷

Bebe Stevens🩷

Heidi Turner🩷

Nicole Daniels🩷

Ike Broflovski💜

Karen McCormick💜

Shelley Marsh🩷

Scott Tenorman🩷

Pip Pirrup🩷

Rebecca Cotswold🩷

(I don’t really write for the goth kids because I don’t really know them)

Rules!

Things I am okay with writing:

Romance

Platonic

Fluffy headcanons

Angst stuff (Must be accompanied by a TW if that is applicable)

Polyamory (kinda? I’m on the fence about it)

Sickfics (my fav to write)

Songfics

Im okay with most stuff tbh. Just as first ^^

What I am not okay with

P*do stuff

NSFW (I’m a minor, so please don’t ask for this)

R*pe

Ab*se

Really anything that is known worldwide to be morally wrong

⚠️ANY AND ALL CHARACTERS WILL BE AGED UP TO 16+ BY DEFAULT. BUT THAT IS THE YOUNGEST I WILL MAKE THEM. I WILL MAKE THEM OLDER IF IT IS REQUESTED BUT NO YOUNGER THAN 16 (At least for romance. if it’s platonic i can do canon age.)⚠️

DNI

Anyone below 16 I don’t feel comfortable talking about an adult show with some 12 year old. Also the age gap would be weird. So if you’re below 16, for my confit and yours, please DNI. And please refrain from DMing me if you don’t fit this criteria.

That’s all! Enjoy your stay and feel free to leave any asks or questions!! <3

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firefly-sky · 4 months

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working on a butters sickfic and another kyle one, a fic about kyle’s first sizeshift, the one i reblogged a while ago abt kyle replacing cartman’s food with healthy stuff, featuring car chases and dead celebs, and final one about cards against humanity

#south park #skipper speaks #kyle broflovski #eric cartman #butters stotch #sickfic #g/t #fanfic #poll

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fayoftheforest · 1 year

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hi!! for the trope meme I am handing you sick fic. I feel like there's another name for this but you know, character A gets sick and character B takes care of them hfhfhf

(Ask game here. Thank you for playing!)

A - Love it. Spend my time combing AO3 for it.

Sickfic & caretaking is just my favourite ever ever ever. There's a reason the trope pops up allll the time in my fics hehe ^-^ most overtly in Sick Party, Man and soon to come in Dead End Mountain Town (although with a genre-appropriate twist ;) Like there's a reason I made Kyle a doctor in Ship In A Bottle yanno - so he can spend the whole fic taking care of his crew 🥺 even if he is cranky about it...

Idk what it is about this trope man but it knocks me tf out 😩 Maybe it's the subtle and complex power dynamics! Maybe it's the fluffy expressions of love and care! Maybe I'm just a sick freak! (Pun intended lmao >:) In any case I could gobble this trope up for breakfast, lunch, and tea!!

It's such a shame there are so few south park sickfics on AO3 that play out in the way I'm looking for 😔 My favourite one I've ever read, which I think I rec'd on here a little while ago, is Advil and Apple Juice by Kuchi. Delicious caretaking and general sickliness. 10/10 If anyone ever has any other sick fic recs then my dms and inbox are always open for you 😌🤲

#south park #ask game #south park fic

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alwaysinstyle · 2 days

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Sickfic Queen, I implore that you address the masses and inform us of what inspired you to begin the sacred quest that is your resplendent request book?

And how does it feel to know that many others of the same mission that I have seen crop up as of late have explicitly stated that they were inspired by yours?

Hello my dear anonymous asker,

THANK YOU first of all and let me just say “resplendent” is one of my very favorite words so I’m pretty stoked to see it used in an ask LMAO.

And now to address the masses,

When Style brain rot first took over my life, I naturally went searching for Style sickfics because come on, there’s just no better way to see the love and caring and stubbornness and worry and highs and lows of a relationship than in those moments that one physically cannot get by without the other. I love the hurt because I LOVE the comfort. There’s something I especially adore about them worrying over each other with this particular ship. But, I digress. I found a few sickfics when I went looking, but I will shamelessly admit I read them all in two nights and then I was like… “well fuck.”

I decided I would definitely write a few myself, and then a part of me wondered if people would be weirded out and/or judge me for writing NOTHING but sickfics. But then I was like okay (1) it doesn’t matter if people judge and (2) maybe it’s an even better idea to make it a sickfic REQUEST book because there’s no way I’m the ONLY crazy person who wishes many many more Style sickfics would come into existence, right? Yeah, making it ONLY Style and ONLY whumpshots felt niche as hell, but it’s what I wanted to write and there was literally nothing else tied to the account so I had absolutely nothing to lose. So, I went ahead and posted it, and…

Here we are almost 50 chapters later and with FAR more than 50 requests in queue, 20,000 hits and counting! (I still can’t believe that’s real btw). I found out there were MANY other sickfic enjoyers out there, many of whom just needed the right place to request their ideas.

Which leads right into the second part of your question. It has been absolutely MINDBLOWING seeing similar books pop up and having those authors explicitly state that my book was their inspiration. Not only has that motivated me to keep writing and made me feel very proud of my work, but it’s super amazing to see that other people feel the freedom to create in a niche genre I hesitated to put out there simply because it wasn’t something anyone had really done in the fandom. I am SO glad I wasn’t afraid to be a weirdo the day I started my book. It’s been an absolute blast writing the requests and best of all, more sickfic books popping up means MORE SICKFICS FOR ME TO READ!!!! (Yay!!!!)

I love you all and THANK YOU for giving me the space to write what I love writing!

And hey, if you’re new to my blog (AKA Sickfic Hell) you can read the never-ending book in question here!

#Ask Ana #asks #south park #sp style #welcome to sickfic hell #sickfic #ao3 link

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1moreoffkeyanthem · 11 days

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“Very sorry to my favorite arthritic middle aged ginger” is probably the epitome of the current Bedtime Story

#if I ever FUCKING FINISH IT #also naturally this is from a convo w Ana my beloved Sickfic Queen #south park #style #Kyle bout to suffer tbh it’s ok he gets taken care of #rip to OJV Kyle’s knee

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everythingwasnormalhere · 10 days

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I made a fic 💥💥

Request anything you want :) and you can request over here too!! :D

#south park #sickfic #my fanfiction #requests open

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totallyexhausted · 1 year

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I’m thinking of getting back into writing FF:

- Perhaps a Brooklyn Nine-nine adoption FF with teenage Jake and Kevin/ Holt. Jake sick; K/H caring!dads. Flashbacks.

- Perhaps an FF from Schitt’s Creek with Patrick/ David. Patrick sick (omg, that dentist episode, and Patrick/ David both get high); David caring.

- South Park FF with teenage Creek (Craig/ Tweek). Craig sick; Tweek caring.

- Camp Camp FF with teenage Max adopted by Gwen and David. Max sick; G/D caring. Flashbacks

- Stranger Things FF with Jonathan sick; Set after season 1 or 2. Flashbacks.

- Stranger Things FF with Eddie sick- need to rewatch :/ Perhaps Steve/ Eddie. idk.

- Modern Family FF with Luke sick (What the hell, just throwing it out there)

- Rick & Morty FF with Morty sick; Rick caring- Morty aged to late teens, flashbacks, stranded.

- Ouran Host Club FF with Karou sick; Hikaru/ Tamaki caring.

- That 70′s Show FF with Hyde sick after moving in with Eric/ his parents; flashbacks.

I know I’m a little late on these sickfic/ hurt/ comfort FF ideas, but I just found the motivation to finish these series so that’s kind of big for me lol. I’ll just keep adding to this randomly...

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justyourtypicalwriter · 5 months

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HELLO! Whether you're seeing this from ao3 or found this through endless tumblr scrolling, hi! I'm Clouded and I'm writing South Park Sickfics because I'm fucking bored. (or if you're here from the regular oneshots, IM BORED :D) Here's some information about the au's as well as what ships I've written as cannon for the au's. :D

Ice Skating:

Basically the au is a Style friends to enemies to strangers to friends to lovers and Kyle moved away at the beginning of middle school and didn't move back until the gangs junior year of highschool. Also feel free to specify if you want an oc of mine or one of yours to drop in for a cameo. I have my oc's written as the few people Kyle befriended while he was away. Their names are Moss, Echo and Ollie. (Moss does figure skating, Ollie and Echo are more into freestyle skating) Hockey players: Stan, Kenny, Cartman, Douchbag, Tweek, Clyde, Tolkien, Christophe, Pip, Damien Figure skaters: Kyle, Wendy, Bebe, Craig, Heidi, Butters, Gregory, Estella Ships: Stan/Kyle, Kenny/Clyde, Craig/Tweek, Wendy/Bebe, Estella/Heidi, Pip/Damien, Gregory/Christophe (Please specify if additional characters skate or not, and if they do the type of skating they participate in! Open to character ships that aren't already in a listed pairing! ALSO LEAVE DETAILED DESCRIPTION OF OC'S IF YOU WANT THEM WRITTEN IN! I DONT WANNA PISS ANYONE OFF!)

Band:

Basically Bebe drags Kyle onto a cruise he doesn't want to be on. (what kind of bestie would she be if she didn't force him to go?) Band members: Stan(singer), Kenny(guitarist), Craig(bassist), Tweek(keys), Clyde(drummer) Ships: Stan/Kyle, Kenny/Butters, Tweek/Craig, Wendy/Bebe

Dog Sledding:

Stan and his dog sled team which consists of a bunch of weredogs makes the journey up to Alaska. Think of that one game, I think it was called The Red Lantern or smth. But yeah dog sledding but everyone's recovering from childhood trauma. Especially Craig, I kinda fucked him up...whoops. Musher: Stan A Team: Kyle, Wendy, Craig, Red, Bebe, Kenny, Tolkien, Nichole, Heidi, Douchebag, Cartman, Clyde B Team: Tweek, Butters, Gregory, Christophe, Pip, Damien, Estella, Leslie Ships: Stan/Kyle, Kenny/Butters, Tweek/Craig, Tolkien/Nichole, Pip/Damien, Bebe/Clyde, Gregory/Christophe, Estella/Heidi

Twitch Streamer/Influencer:

Everyones a twitch streamer. Oh also only Kenny, Butters and Stan live in South Park. Little note: There are four service dog teams in this story! Kyle and Orca (a male Yakutian Laika), Stan and Perdita (a female dalamation)(you can not tell me 101 Dalamations isn't his favorite movie), Tweek and Remi (a female goldendoodle)(yes after the fucking rat), and finally Bebe and Mochi (a male standard poodle) Ships: Stan/Kyle, Tweek/Craig, Kenny/Butters, Wendy/Bebe

Non-Stop Notifications (NSN):

(I actually have a blurb for this lol) In an attempt to curse out Cartman over texts, Kyle Broflovski accidentally messages Stan Marsh, a boy who lives three hours away in a town called South Park. Over time the two get closer. Their friends all happen to know each other and enjoy watching both Stan and Kyle fall for each other, each completely oblivious to who their texting. Ships: Kyle/Stan, Kenny/Butters, Craig/Tweek, Tolkien/Clyde, Bebe/Wendy

Service Dog:

EVERYONE HAS A FUCKING SERVICE DOG! :D There's too much info to add here so I'll add any important info into the beginning notes before requests. Teams: Stan and Delta, Craig and Saturn, Tweek and Latte, Butters and Haven, Kyle and Noble, Kenny and Harbor, Jimmy and Kitty, Tolkien and Jax, Wendy and Nike, Clyde and Fable, Bebe and Bucky, Heidi and Isa, Gregory and Treble, Damien and Pyro, Pip and Heaven Ships: Stan/Kyle, Craig/Tweek, Kenny/Butters, Wendy/Bebe, Damien/Pip

Equestrian/Jockey/Boarding School:

BOARDING SCHOOL AND HORSES! I literally love horseback riding and haven't been able to go in a while so here's how i'm dealing with it. Little note: Tweek has a service dog and her name is Crumble! She's a mix between a Border Collie and Duck Toller! Dorm mates: Stan and Kyle, Tweek and Kenny, Marjorine and Cartman (the bitch came out and they had no more girls dorms left for her), Craig and Clyde, Tolkien and Jimmy, Heidi and Wendy, Bebe and Estella, Red and Leslie, Gregory and Pip, Damien and Christophe Ships: Stan/Kyle, Kenny/Clyde, Craig/Tweek, Heidi/Estella, Bebe/Wendy/ Pip/Damien, Gregory/Christophe (Please specify who additional characters dorm with if situation applies! Open to character ships that aren't already in a listed pairing!)

Stick Of Truth:

I think we all know The Stick Of Truth. New Kid oc being used is male and will literally just be called Douchebag. I literally haven't given him another name lmao Ships: Stan/Kyle, Kenny/Butters, Tweek/Craig (Please specify side of characters that aren't mentioned in game! Open to character ships that aren't already in a listed pairing!)

The Fractured But Whole:

Once again everyone knows The Fractured But Whole. This time the New Kid is female! Her superhero name is Bobcat and she's a shape shifter. Her actual name is Moss Connors. Ships: Stan/Kyle, Kenny/Butters, Tweek/Craig (Please specify side and super hero name of characters that aren't mentioned in game! Open to character ships that aren't already in a listed pairing!)

Christmas Kids/Runaways:

(BLURB :p) Stan, Kyle, Kenny, Cartman, Butters, Wendy, Bebe, Tweek, Craig, Tolkien, Clyde, and Jimmy decide they're fed up with their stupid, little mountain town of South Park and choose to run away from it all. They find an old RV van, fix it up and get the fuck out of there. They grow closer each day they're away from home and begin dealing with their issues that they weren't able to while they were still in South Park. Ships: Stan/Kyle, Tweek/Craig, Kenny/Butters, Wendy/Bebe

SCP/Experiment:

Scps haha funny Scientists: Kyle, Cartman, Wendy, Craig, Tolkien, Heidi SCPs: Kenny, Bebe, Tweek, Butters MTF: Stan, Clyde Ships: Stan/Kyle, Tweek/Craig (Please specify role of additional characters! Open to character ships that aren't already in a listed pairing!)

Spy:

Okay, okay so this is a spy au but its a little different. Everyone has some type of power. Also I decided to cross this au with those Wild Rescuer books Stacyplays wrote a while back. I recently found my old copies and re-read the series, I absolutely love them so feel free to write the animals into requests for Kyle. Ships: Kyle/Craig, Heidi/Wendy, Kenny/Tweek, Marjorine/Bebe (Btw Stan's fucking dead. Thought I should add that)

Seasons/Gods:

Literally go nuts with this shit. I haven't thought about it at all.

Also I just realized a lot of my au's have service dogs or some type of animal in them...I think you can tell what my special interest is lmao.

#south park #south park au #requests open #please leave requests im really fucking bored all the time #ao3 #fanfiction #oneshot

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