ā° to be rewarded w/ a kiss (1/2)ļ¼,,
WARNINGS: curse wordsss, and a few measly suggestive jokes from kenny and him being told to shut up because of it š
PAIRING/S: stan, kyle (seperately) x reader [ platonic // romantic ]
PRONOUNS: gender neutral (they/them)
" Hi there! I was wondering if you can write south park (main four: Stan, Kyle, Cartman, & Kenny; Fluff, Romantic & Separate) with a scenario where their crush reader kisses a corner of their mouth and says "If you pass the quiz in school, I'll kiss you properly on the lips!" "
A/N: i was originally gonna do yours last but i did keep my word that i need to get all sp requests done so wtv š anyway pls dont request when i have them off !! /lh asks turned off = requests are closed :)) i have the status in my navigation anyway so pls always check that if u plan on requesting
i decided to seperate the main four into two so the posts wont be too long! hope u don't mindāi'll post kenny and cartman's later:)
of course, it was the day before the quiz. stan doesn't care about it, stan doesn't care about passing the quiz, and stan doesn't care about flunking it.
oh but the one and only smart and pretty you is here to help him;Ā whoĀ isĀ heĀ toĀ passĀ upĀ theĀ opportunity? and it's no other than his two friends, kenny and kyle to pitch the idea to him. of course, stan would have to dive in the risk of possibly puking all over you and you cussing him out, but it's worth the shotāat least that's what he hopes.
so he kenny asked if you could help stan with studying for the math quizāsince he's oh-so worried about stan and his dumb ass failing the quiz and he really wants his friend to ace this š„ŗ now, who were you to take down the offer? the pleasure was all yours, but mostly stan's.
after school, library, stan; was all the information kenny gave you before scurrying away to his friend's table to playfully hit said boy's shoulder.
sitting in class, stan anxiously bounces his leg. up and down, up and downāat a much faster rate than the ticking clock just on top of the whiteboard in front of them. the arrow ticking dreadfully slow,, as if to mock stan, to tease him. and at that point, stan's been wallowed into his own thoughts, contemplating whether he should want time to go slower or faster.
a loud ring fills his ears, completely cutting him out of his trance and unintentionally, he practically jumps out of his seat, scrambling around to take his stuff in his arms. he dashes outside, almost stumbling into the classroom doorway, much to his dismay. his heavy puffing matches his brisk walking, and he hears the footsteps of two individuals catching up to him, followed by the voice of a specific redhead.
"look at our little stan, all grown up ready to go on his and his y/n's little study date, awe"
"it's like him and wendy were just going on their own little elementary date yesterday, huh?"
"shut up, kenny," kyle scolds the blonde; earning a frisky giggle from said boy. "anyway, stan, until what time are you two on? you could advance read too to even get some extr-"
"no way! nononono way you are going, stan." stan's heart sinks as the two behind him come to a standstill, forcing him to turn to them with a skeptical scowl, "no."
"come on dude it's just studyingāunless you two were planning on doing something more"
stan walks away from the two in an effort to avoid this unpleasant, and rather embarrassing topic in public (especially with both their voices not being lowered in the slightest). he would much rather talk about more vile subjects than have the three of them discuss about this and practically rub how cowardly he is in his own face.
his eyes catch the certain building and he feels the anxiety building up in him, he turns the other way.
"hey stan, the public library's over,,,there. oh no no u dont," the two practically drag him towards the building like a ragdoll, and if it weren't for the people around they would have hurled him inside. knowing their friend would back out the second he enters
"have fun 'studying '" kenny winks at him and stan flips him off as he pushes the door open ,,,only for him to turn back and out of the library as if nothing happened. and with the two being sick of his timidity (and therefore cowardice), they've deliberately shoved him inside, almost causing him to fall face-first on the floor with a whoosh and plop.
"shhhh" the sound of what stan wanted to hear least the first he enters this godforsaken place. but that's not only what he's hoping to not hear today.
he can only imagine you pointing and laughing at him, ushering everybody else to join you as you practically yell "haha look at this absolute nincompoop"
he supposes he'd embarrass himself in two ways, possibly more than that if life decides he's not worth the asset. wish him luck, then.
the sound causes him to whip his head around in unintentional anticipation, almost cartoonish in a way. as he spots you on a table, he gulps down his nervousness and awkwardly starts walking towards you. drowning himself in the kaleidoscope of anxiety and nostalgia, he sits down the opposite side.
he's puzzled when he sees you walking around the table, and eventually his heart sinks when you sit down next to him.
"the table's too big, so i figured it'll be easier if we were closer."
2 hours have passed by, and stan hates to admit it but he really did learn a lot from youātechniques w/ certain solutions made math a lot easier for him!!
he of course expected to have a few awkward moments here and there, but when he turned his book closed, he didn't expect a pair of soft lips to press against the corner of his mouth.
"if you pass the quiz, i'll kiss you properly. good luck stan marsh."
picking up belongings of your own, you skip towards the exit of the library, leaving stan to gawk at absolutely nothing.
there's no doubt he'll put twice the effort into the quiz this time.
lately, kyle's been failing his quizzes. and needless to say his parents weren't too pleased. so when they suggested to ask help from the y/n l/n to tutor him just for this upcoming quiz, his heart practically sunk
yes, they know about you, and most importantly; yes, they know about his thumping beating heart for you š„ŗš¤Ø (thanks to a certain doughboy)
and he tried to protest to them about this too, claiming he won't concentrate at all if you're there. but nonono y/n l/n in their house by thursday 3 o'clock. no buts, no nothing.
because of that, kyle has made an effort to clean his roomāas if it didn't already seem as pristine as a hospital patient's ready-made room (or a hotel room, even).
he of course didn't tell the other guys about this, especially cartman. unfortunately for him though, they did catch up on how quiet he was and how he was always deep in his thoughts. they shrug it off as usual, not that they cared that much anyway.
sure, kyle was nervous; i mean having someone, omiting his family and friends, in his room with him was already not comfortable and already awkward in itselfābut you???? oh my
kyle usually cleans his room if someone (who's out of those two groups mentioned) comes over if ever they enter his room just incase they won't touch or snoop around anything, to make his room feel like there isn't much stuff to it. like the drawers have nothing else but boring general stuff like maybe a few pencils and probably random shit like small plastic figurines he hasn't touched in agesāthat's of course if they don't dig more into his room.
as if they'll even go in his room for no reason in the first place. but now, someone will actually, deliberately enter his room and since it's you, he certainly doubled his cleaning than usual. (which is really just dusting off and fixing his messed up posters)
needless to say he's cleaning so you won't think he's a disgusting stereotypical teenage boy who probably throws his trash down the awkward space between his bed and wall and sleeps with the potato chip crumbs on his sheets (which he ISNT!! by the way š¤Ø)
he was pretty calm when you entered their house, mrs and mr broflovski greeting you a warm welcome while his brother remains in his room. indistinct chatter among his two parents, leaving kyle and you to his room.
kyle opens the door for you as you walk into his room, hugging your books to your chest as you awkwardly come to a halt. turning to kyle expectantly; who closes the door behind him as he gestures to the floorāwhich he sweeped clean a few hours back.
you follow his hand and sat down, releasing your books and relieving a pain in your shoulders and arms with how heavy they were. "uh, what should we start with?" he asks you sheepishly, sitting down on the floor as the awkward tension begins to riseāand he immediately wants to leap out his window without hearing another word from you.
"well," you quickly flip the pages of your book as you speak. "since your parents want me to teach you about the,, types of chemical bounds for this quiz, then let's start with that then."
right now, kyle is swan diving off a cliff within his head, fighting not to fall into the waters of how and why he didn't apply his simple thinking to already know this evidently. a portion of his mind is trying to console him; telling him that he must have jumbled all the lessonsā since your teacher is someone to announce quizzes and choose topics at random,, isn't it okay to be a tad confused? of course, he's still a total dunce for sure
his slightly furrowed eyebrows and stoic expression intimidate you a little, as you sweatdrop and awkwardly take your notebook. darting your eyes away, you skim through the pages until your fingers settle on your handwritten notes. not too organized and certainly not all-too neat, but enough to study and understand in order to pass a quiz.
"should i explain the whole thing to you? you know just to refresh your mind again with this topic so you won't have to, er, hold onto the little memory you have of the teacher discussing?" you speak, purposefully elongating your sentence as an effort to wear off the awkwardly thick atmosphere and kyle's eyes boring into you.
"yeah. yea of- wh-" a crumbled piece of paper falls behind him, and your eyes widen as you see cartman right outside kyle's window, presumably on top of a ladder. kyle ultimately follows and whips around to his direction, both of them sharing unamused scowls
"dude!!! come over like right now!!āwe have a game and we can't play with just two peop- what is l/n doing in your room?"
kyle's seething his teeth behind his closed lips, "two people? stan can't play??"
"he's doing some farm shit with his dad dude answer my question."
you watch as the redhead rises from his seat and walks toward cartmanā who is growing impatient and continues to go on about the game and how it's weird having you in his room.
his ramble is cut as kyle aggressively closes his window and curtains shut, immediately resulting in a muffled thud and cuss from outside. while kyle's irking on his window, a small suprressed giggle comes from behind him, and his attention is piqued.
he turns to you and sees you silently flip through your notebook with a neutral expression. acting as if what had happened has not affected youāneither positively or negatively, nothing.
returning to you, he mutters a small apology before gently ushering you to continue.
the tension had plummeted from a low to a zero as what looked like thirty minutes turned into two hours. and from that kyle had now grasped this gloomy lesson that he had previously been unable to perceiveāall thanks to you.
the two of you stood at kyle's doorway, turned to each other as the boy in front of you awkwardly rubs the back of his neck.
"and here are a few of my notes if you wanna review again last minute, i hope i helped you enough"
"im sure ill pass this quiz, and i owe that to you. thanks y/n, really."
"you better be a 100% sure causeā" you lean up to his face and peck the corner of his mouth, leading kyle to tense up and freeze. "i'll kiss you on the lips if you pass it. best wishes!"
you hummed to yourself as you open the door that kyle had forgotten to open for you. like an idiot, he steps outside as well, watching you walk away gleefully.,, he snaps out of his daze when he notices something out of the corner of his eye, and he turns.
and there was a specific boy in an orange parka and another in a red button-down jacket. kenny wearing a cheeky grin on the other hand cartman holds a much rather unamused expression, sassily tapping his foot with the arms crossed combo. a sneer on his face, as though he had just caught kyle "cheating on him and the others," like it wasn't entirely his intentional fault that kyle's parents are aware of his affection on you
"come on kyle!! we've been waiting for hoursāwhat happened to bros before hoes?!?!?"
"ouch. how much do you wanna bet something happened between him and l/n?"
"why's your face the color of your hair, kyle? what did you two study? human anatomy?"
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