Starksponds

South park fanfics

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Welcome to my page!

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MASTERLIST

ALL CHARACTERS ARE AGED UP TO 16

I mostly write head cannons and only southpark characters. But don’t be afraid to request something!

DNI: racist, homophobic, transphobic,any of the bad phobias,ect

What i will write: fluff, headcannons, character x reader, character x characters

I wont write: smut, illegal shit, rare pairs (srry☹️)

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hello, i’m sorry for my absence! i have not had any motivation and ive has a lot of work and school stuff going on. please forgive me!

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idk if my last post about this got delete but if i made this into a mini fic would you read it. and ig you guys like it the i will write a whole fic about it

you are sadie. fuckshit is noah. ray is gaten. finn is stevie. joe is ruben. and caleb is fourth grade

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bro, tell me why I am the most creative when I’m geeked. because I’m geeked as fuck right now and I just came up with the best mid 90s fan fic ever. but, like there’s lore before it that I didn’t write down, but it’s like all in my head and stuff so I remember it. I think I might write just for the scenario I was doing post it. and if you guys like the scenario, then I’ll make a full fic about it 

here’s there concept for it (ignore my very bad grammar and shit, i’m very high rn

you are sadie. fuckshit is noah. ray is gaten. finn is stevie. joe is ruben. and caleb is fourth grade.

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GUYS THIS IS PURE SMUT SO READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

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I for sure think he’s an ass man he loves having his hands on you in anyway

Dosent really like condoms but will wear them if you ask

HE EATS PUSSY Like dives in

His favorite position is doggy he likes it cause he can see your ass and grab it or smack’s it

He dosent care where you two are at he will kiss you or hug you or touch you

He will sneak of at party’s to do things with you bathroom,bedroom,closet,outside he DOSENT care

He has a little picture collection of you after you guys are done he hides under his jeans

Loves BJ’s like a lot lives to have your lips wrapped around him swear he dies and comes back everytime

Is a full on finger banger is not afraid to get his hands messy

Releases anywhere dosent matter on your stomach,back anywhere low-key plays in it after

Shower sex is something he DOSENT do often cause how many times you two almost fell is silly

Has a whole cassette on him full of songs he plays during it

When you two do missionary always has your legs over his shoulders BECYASE ehy not he likes to grab them

With aftercare he really try’s his best because well he does love you like water,showering,kissing anything you want he does it

Smokes with you during and after it cause he swears being high during it makes it better

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Could you do a fem x kenny where she teaches kenny to dance for a dance competition and they win? (Was in one with my bf ^^).

Nobody ever expected much from Kenny McCormick.

That was something he learned early. Teachers expected him to struggle. Other kids expected him to mess up. Adults expected him to disappear into the background and stay there. Even Kenny himself expected it sometimes. It was easier that way. If no one expected anything, then failing did not hurt as much.

So when you grabbed his sleeve after school one afternoon and told him about the dance competition with stars in your eyes, he genuinely thought you were joking.

“Me?” he asked, muffled and confused.

You nodded eagerly, hair bouncing as you smiled at him like the idea had already worked out perfectly in your head. You talked fast when you were excited, words tumbling over each other as you explained how South Park was hosting a regional dance competition and how winners would advance and how you had always wanted to do something like this and how you trusted him more than anyone.

That last part stuck with him.

Kenny tried to laugh it off. He really did. He shrugged and made a joke and pulled his hood tighter like he always did when he wanted to hide. But you did not laugh. You just looked at him patiently, like you were waiting for him to realize something important.

“I know you think you cannot dance,” you said softly. “But I also know you can learn. And I want to do this with you.”

With you. Not anyone else. Not someone better or cooler or more confident. Him.

He agreed before he could stop himself.

The first time you brought him to practice, he almost bailed.

The community center felt too big and too empty all at once. The mirrors reflected every awkward movement. The speaker crackled as you set it down. Kenny stood there with his hands stuffed in his pockets, rocking slightly on his heels like a kid who did not know where to put himself.

You noticed immediately. You always noticed.

“Hey,” you said gently, stepping into his space without forcing him. “We start slow. I promise.”

You put on the music and the room filled with a steady beat that made Kenny’s heart thump too fast. You showed him the basic steps, explaining them patiently, repeating yourself without irritation. Your voice was calm and warm, grounding in a way he was not used to.

He messed up constantly.

His feet tangled. His timing was off. His body felt stiff like it refused to cooperate. Every mistake made his face burn under his hood.

“Sorry,” he mumbled again and again.

You never once sighed. You never rolled your eyes. You never made him feel stupid.

Instead you smiled, laughed lightly, and said things like it is okay or try again or you are doing better than you think. When he stepped on your foot you winced and then laughed it off, shaking your head like it did not matter.

The more days passed, the more he realized something strange.

You never gave up on him.

You practiced after school until the sun dipped low and the windows turned orange. Some days you barely danced at all and just talked between attempts. You sat on the floor together sharing snacks and stories. You told him about how dancing made you feel confident when nothing else did. He told you about how he hated being watched and how being invisible sometimes felt safer.

You listened. Really listened. That mattered more to him than the dancing.

Slowly his body started to understand what his brain could not. The rhythm stopped feeling like an enemy. His feet moved without so much hesitation. When he nailed a step you clapped like he had just won something huge, and every time his chest swelled just a little more.

One evening you tried the lift again.

The first time he had dropped you weeks ago and both of you had laughed so hard you could barely breathe. This time he braced himself, hands firm at your waist, eyes focused.

“Ready,” you asked.

He nodded.

You jumped and he caught you cleanly, strength surprising even himself. You laughed in delight, hands gripping his shoulders, face bright with pride.

“I knew it,” you said. “I knew you could do it.”

For a moment neither of you moved. You were close. Too close. He could feel your breath. You could feel his heartbeat.

Something quiet and electric passed between you.

From then on the practices felt different. Not awkward different. Comfortable different. Like something unspoken had settled between you and decided to stay.

He started noticing things he had not before. The way you chewed your lip when you concentrated. The way you always counted softly under your breath. The way you smelled faintly like laundry soap and vanilla. You noticed things too. The way his shoulders relaxed when he laughed. The way he always checked to make sure you were okay before himself. The way his eyes softened when he looked at you.

The night before the competition you were a mess of nerves.

You paced your room while Kenny sat on the floor watching you with concern. You rambled about judges and mistakes and expectations, hands fidgeting nonstop.

He stood up and gently took your hands, forcing you to stop moving.

“Hey,” he said quietly. “Look at me.”

You did.

“You already won,” he said. “No matter what.”

Your eyes filled unexpectedly and you hugged him hard. He hugged you back just as tightly, arms warm and solid around you. It felt safe. It felt right.

The competition day arrived cold and loud and overwhelming.

Backstage was chaos. Music overlapping. People stretching and arguing and panicking. You squeezed Kenny’s hand like it was the only solid thing left.

When your names were called you stepped onto the floor together.

The lights were blinding. The crowd blurred.

Then the music started.

Everything else disappeared.

You moved together like you had practiced a thousand times. Like your bodies trusted each other completely. Kenny did not hesitate. He did not freeze. He danced. Really danced. Confident and sure and present.

When he lifted you the crowd gasped and you laughed mid air, joy bursting out of you.

The final pose hit and the music cut.

For one terrifying second there was silence.

Then the applause crashed over you like a wave.

You laughed breathlessly and hugged Kenny without thinking. He hugged you back, lifting you slightly off the ground, both of you shaking with adrenaline and happiness.

When they announced your win you cried openly. Kenny laughed harder than you had ever heard him laugh.

Later, when the gym emptied and the noise faded, you stood together under dim lights holding the ribbon between you.

“I could not have done this without you,” he said, voice quiet and sincere.

You smiled, eyes warm. “Neither could I.”

He leaned in and kissed your cheek, soft and shy and full of meaning.

Your heart soared.

You walked home together under the cold South Park sky, shoulders brushing, hands intertwined, first place ribbon fluttering between you.

For once, Kenny McCormick felt seen.

And for once, you both knew this was only the beginning.

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btw my master list is not up to date!!!

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kyle x reader one shot plz<33

something like kyle is over at their house and they get in argument with their parents, kyle comforts them with lots of hugs and kisses😭😭

hehehe guys i’m back

Kyle had been sitting on the floor of your room with his back against your bed, a math worksheet forgotten beside him. He had come over after school like he always did, backpack kicked off near the door, shoes messily tucked under your desk. The house had felt normal at first. Quiet. Safe. The kind of quiet that made Kyle relax his shoulders without even realizing it.

Then the voices started downstairs.

At first it was just murmurs. Your name floated up the stairs once, then again, sharper this time. Kyle looked up at you immediately. He always noticed when your expression changed. Your shoulders tensed and your hands curled into the sleeves of your hoodie like you were bracing yourself.

“You okay?” he asked softly.

You nodded even though you were not. You always nodded. Kyle frowned but did not push. He stood up anyway, instinctively stepping closer to you like he could shield you just by being there.

The arguing got louder fast. Your parent’s voice rose, frustrated and disappointed, listing things you had apparently done wrong. Grades. Attitude. The way you spent too much time in your room. The way you never talked enough but somehow talked back too much at the same time.

You flinched when your name was yelled again. Kyle watched your face crumble in real time and his chest tightened painfully. He hated this. He hated how small you looked when they talked to you like that.

You tried to respond when they called you downstairs. Your voice shook and cracked halfway through the first sentence. That only made things worse. The frustration downstairs turned sharp, words turning into accusations, into sighs that sounded like they had given up on you completely.

Kyle did not even think before reaching for your hand.

“Hey,” he whispered, squeezing gently. “I am right here.”

You squeezed back like you were afraid he might disappear.

When you finally went downstairs Kyle stayed right behind you. He stood quietly near the doorway while your parents talked at you, not with you. He could feel the anger buzzing under his skin but he stayed respectful, stayed silent. He knew this was not his place to argue, even though every instinct screamed at him to step in.

Your eyes filled with tears when they said you were too sensitive. That you always overreacted. That you needed to toughen up.

Kyle’s jaw clenched. He watched you nod again even though it hurt.

When it was finally over you rushed back upstairs, breath shaky, door closing just a little too hard. Kyle followed immediately, shutting the door behind him with care like he was trying not to make any more noise in a house already full of it.

You did not even make it to the bed before you broke down.

Kyle caught you as you collapsed into him, your face pressing into his chest as sobs ripped out of you. He wrapped his arms around you without hesitation, holding you tight like he could physically keep you from falling apart.

“Hey hey,” he murmured, voice gentle and steady. “I have you. You are okay. I promise.”

You cried harder at that. Kyle adjusted his grip, one hand cradling the back of your head, the other rubbing slow circles into your back. He rested his chin lightly on your hair, breathing you in like grounding himself and you at the same time.

“I am so sorry,” you whispered. “I ruin everything.”

Kyle pulled back just enough to look at you, eyes wide and serious. He cupped your face carefully, thumbs brushing away tears.

“No,” he said firmly. “You do not. They are wrong. You hear me. You are not too much. You are not a problem. You are just human.”

Your lip trembled and he leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. Then another to your temple. Gentle. Reassuring. Like punctuation to his words.

“I hate when they talk to you like that,” he admitted quietly. “It is not fair.”

You leaned back into him again, arms wrapping around his waist like you needed to anchor yourself to something real. Kyle hugged you even tighter, rocking you slightly, slow and soothing.

“It hurts,” you said, voice muffled against his shirt. “I try so hard.”

“I know you do,” Kyle whispered. “I see it. Even when they do not.”

He kissed the top of your head again, lingering there. Then he kissed your hair. Then your cheek. Each one careful and full of intention, like he was trying to give you every ounce of comfort he had.

You sniffled, pulling back a little, eyes red and tired. Kyle smiled softly at you, that warm smile he saved just for moments like this.

“Come here,” he said.

He guided you to sit on the bed, sitting beside you and pulling you into his lap. You fit there perfectly, like you belonged there, and Kyle wrapped his arms around you again without hesitation.

You rested your head on his shoulder and he rested his cheek against yours.

“You can cry as much as you want,” he said quietly. “I am not going anywhere.”

Tears slipped out anyway, but slower now. Safer. Kyle kept holding you, fingers threading through your hair gently. He pressed soft kisses to your cheek whenever you sniffed or shook, each one wordless reassurance.

Minutes passed. Maybe more. Kyle did not care. He would sit there forever if it meant you felt even a little better.

Eventually your breathing evened out. You wiped your eyes on your sleeve and laughed weakly.

“Sorry,” you said. “I am a mess.”

Kyle shook his head immediately. “You are not a mess. You are someone who got hurt.”

He tilted your chin up gently and kissed your cheek again, then your nose, then your forehead.

“I love you,” he said softly, like it was the most obvious truth in the world.

Your heart squeezed painfully and warmly all at once.

“I love you too,” you whispered.

Kyle hugged you again, tight and protective, like he was daring the world to try and hurt you while he was there.

And for the first time that night, wrapped up in his arms, you finally felt safe.

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Chat they gone 😔

NOOOI

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are u alive

Yes guys I’m so sorry🥹🥹 i forgot about tumblr and have been having writers block i will be back soon trust

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I guys! Sorry for not posting I’ve been in school and shit and have so much homework. I’ll post again near Halloween though!

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Guys I’m sorry sorry that I’ve been inactive, i will try to get back on the grind soon

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Thank you to everyone who got me to 1000 likes!

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can you make a kyle x f! reader where they are playing basketball together but reader really sucks and kyle helps them get better?

Part two on this?

Requests open!

The gym echoed with the squeak of sneakers and the dull thunk of basketballs bouncing against the polished floor. You sighed, clutching the ball tightly in your hands as you tried, for the seventh time, to sink it into the hoop. The ball smacked off the backboard, clanged against the rim, and rolled away in defeat.

“Okay,” you muttered to yourself, “this game officially hates me.”

From across the court, Kyle Broflovski chuckled. He jogged over, his curly red hair bouncing slightly with each step, and picked up the runaway ball. “It’s not that bad. You’re just… aiming like you’re trying to throw it into space.”

You shot him a mock glare. “Thanks for the encouragement, Coach.”

Kyle smirked, spinning the ball between his hands before passing it back to you. “Come on, I’ll help you. You’ll get it. Promise.”

You raised an eyebrow, skeptical. “And if I don’t?”

“Then,” he said with a grin, “I’ll buy you a Slushee after this. Deal?”

Your lips curved into a reluctant smile. “Fine. But don’t blame me when you’re broke from buying all my consolation Slushees.”

Kyle stepped closer, his voice softening a little. “Okay, so first—don’t throw the ball like you’re trying to launch it. Just use your legs, bend your knees, and flick your wrist at the end.” He stood behind you, gently adjusting your arms into position. His hands brushed yours, warm and steady, and you could feel your face heat up.

You tried again, this time following his directions. The ball arced toward the hoop, kissed the rim—then, miraculously, fell through the net.

Your eyes widened. “No way. Did I just…?”

Kyle grinned proudly. “See? I told you you could do it!”

You laughed, bouncing on your toes with excitement. “Okay, that was kind of awesome. Teach me more.”

As the game went on, you kept missing some shots, but Kyle never once let you get discouraged. Every time you failed, he cheered louder for the times you succeeded. Eventually, you were both laughing so hard you could barely focus on the ball.

By the end of the night, you collapsed onto the bleachers, sweaty and exhausted but happier than you’d been in a while. Kyle sat down beside you, tossing you his water bottle.

“You’re not bad,” he said, bumping his shoulder against yours. “You just needed the right teacher.”

You smiled, catching his green eyes for just a moment longer than usual. “Guess I owe you a Slushee, huh?”

Kyle smirked, shaking his head. “Nope. A deal’s a deal. I owe you one.”

And somehow, the idea of sitting across from Kyle with bright-colored Slushees in hand felt even better than finally making that basket.

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could u write some stuff abt the main 4 x an inexperienced/shy reader? like the awkward and cute moments of first kisses! and hugging! things like that :3

Yes!

Requests open

Stan

It’s late in the evening, and you’re at Stan’s house for one of those laid back hangouts that don’t really have an agenda. The two of you end up outside on his porch swing, gently rocking as the sky shifts from orange to purple. The air is chilly enough that you keep rubbing your hands together, though you try to hide it.

Stan notices, he always does. “You cold?”

You shake your head quickly. “No, I’m fine.”

He’s not convinced. Sliding a little closer, his arm hovers uncertainly before resting across your shoulders. The warmth makes you stiffen, heart pounding so loudly you’re sure he can hear. Noticing, he immediately pulls back.

“Oh crap, sorry,” he blurts, voice nervous. “I didn’t mean to, like, I wasn’t trying to make you uncomfortable.”

“No, no!” The words tumble out too fast, your cheeks burning. “I just… I’m not used to it.”

His expression softens into something so tender it makes your chest ache. “Yeah. Same here. We can… take it slow, okay?”

You nod, allowing him to rest his arm around you again. After a few moments, you relax enough to lean your head on his shoulder. He toys with the strings of his hoodie, clearly overthinking. Finally, he clears his throat.

“So… I’ve kind of been wanting to ask you this for a while.”

You glance up. “Ask me what?”

His eyes drop to his shoes. “If I could kiss you. Just once. Not a big thing. Just… yeah.”

Your stomach flips. “O-okay.”

He looks surprised but smiles shyly. He leans in slowly, painfully slowly, giving you every chance to back out. You don’t. The first attempt is clumsy, your noses bumping, both of you laughing nervously. The second time, though, your lips meet. It’s soft and awkward, over in a heartbeat, but when he pulls back, he’s grinning like a little kid.

“That wasn’t so bad, right?” he whispers.

You can’t stop smiling. “Not bad at all.”

For the rest of the night, neither of you mentions it, but his hand never leaves yours.

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Kyle

Kyle’s room is scattered with textbooks, loose papers, and a half-finished essay on his desk. You’re supposed to be studying, but instead the two of you sit cross legged on the carpet, controllers in hand, trying out a video game.

You’ve been losing badly, but your focus isn’t on the game, it’s on how close Kyle sits, your knees brushing every time he shifts. He notices too; you catch him sneaking glances when he thinks you’re not looking.

Finally, he groans, tossing his controller aside. “Okay, screw this. I can’t focus.”

You blink. “On the game?”

“No, on, like, everything. I’ve been trying to do something all day, and if I don’t do it now, I’m gonna explode.”

Your pulse jumps. “Do what?”

Instead of answering, he scoots over and hugs you tightly. You freeze, heat rushing to your face, and he blurts, “Sorry! I just, I really wanted to do that.”

Slowly, you hug him back. “It’s okay. I… liked it.”

His ears flush red. Pulling away just slightly, he searches your face. “Then maybe I can…” His voice trails off, but the way he leans closer says enough.

Your breath catches, but you don’t move. He kisses you, quick, soft, hesitant. You barely process the warmth before he jerks back, panic in his eyes.

“Crap, was that awful? I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have—”

“Kyle,” you cut in, smiling shyly. “It was fine. Really.”

Relief washes over him. “Okay. Good. Because I was thinking maybe we could, uh, practice. Y’know, so it doesn’t suck next time.”

You laugh, heart racing. “Deal.”

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Kenny

The air is colder than usual as you and Kenny walk home from school, the sky gray and threatening snow. Hugging your arms to your chest, you try to hide your shiver. Kenny notices instantly.

“Here.” He shrugs off his hoodie despite your protests. “Take it.”

“But then you’ll be cold,” you argue.

He smirks, eyes crinkling above his half-zipped jacket. “Please. I’ve survived worse. Just wear it.”

You give in, pulling the oversized hoodie over your head. It smells like Kenny, faint cologne mixed with something that’s just him. It nearly swallows you whole, and he chuckles. “Looks better on you anyway.”

Your cheeks warm, and the two of you fall into a comfortable silence, sneaking glances as you walk. When you finally reach your house, you linger by the gate, neither wanting to say goodbye.

Kenny scratches his neck. “Uh… can I hug you? Or is that weird?”

Your voice is softer than intended. “It’s not weird.”

He steps forward, wrapping you in his arms. His hug is warm, strong, protective. You relax against him, heart racing. Resting his chin lightly on your head, he murmurs, “You’re really cute when you’re all shy, y’know that?”

You start to protest, but he tilts your face up and brushes his lips against yours. The kiss is rushed, clumsy, gone in a second, but it leaves you breathless. Pulling back quickly, his cheeks flush.

“Sorry,” he mutters. “I couldn’t help it.”

You shake your head, smiling despite your nerves. “Don’t be sorry.”

His grin spreads, brighter than usual. “Good. Because I’m definitely gonna do that again.”

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Cartman

Cartman’s basement smells faintly of chips and soda, leftovers from a half-hearted attempt at game night. You ditched the game midway, now sitting on the floor, half-laughing at his ridiculous commentary.

Out of nowhere, he blurts, “You know, you’re actually… not terrible to hang out with.”

You laugh, raising a brow. “That’s your version of a compliment?”

“Take it or leave it,” he mutters, ears red. He keeps sneaking glances, then looking away like he’s been caught. Suddenly, he jumps to his feet.

“What are you doing?” you ask, amused.

“Just, shut up,” he grumbles, dropping back down beside you, closer than before. His face is serious, though his voice wavers. “Look, I’m just gonna do this, and you’re not allowed to make it a big deal.”

Before you can respond, he hugs you. It’s stiff, awkward, but when you hug back, he relaxes just a little.

“You’re so awkward,” you whisper, smiling into his shoulder.

“Yeah, well, so are you,” he mutters, though without his usual bite. His grip tightens briefly before he blurts, “Okay, I’m gonna kiss you now, so don’t freak out.”

You barely register before he leans in, pressing his lips to yours. It’s quick, more of a bump than a kiss, leaving you both stunned. He pulls back instantly, face flaming.

“That was… whatever,” he mumbles, avoiding your gaze. “It sucked.”

But when he notices your smile, his expression softens. “Okay, maybe it didn’t

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Had my first day of school today and i have an eye on the new boy

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heyy could you do dating hcs for the main 4 + butters!

🪐 anon!

Hi! I believe i already did some for most of the boys but just lmk which ones i didn’t do!