Pinku Cat Cafe [South Park x Reader]

Feelings

He finds himself where they all were last night. He had drilled so many holes into the men that dared to hurt you in his rage-fueled fit. He didn't even remember doing it... he just knows that he's covered in blood and god knows what else. The men lay dead before him, but he can't bring himself to care at this point. His main focus is you.

He looks to Jimmy, who is desperately trying to heal you. Tears roll down his cheeks as he relents, trying to give you chest compressions instead. You don't budge, even after he starts giving you full CPR. You've suffered too much blood loss to be saved.

The (Y/n) he knows and loves... the (Y/n) that everyone loves... you're gone. All because of their pettiness and their fight. You left in a hurry, and now you're dead. You can't be brought back. Never.

Never.

Never.

Stan's eyes snap open with a gasp coming from his lips. He sits up, holding his heart in his hand. It's still dark out, he notices as he looks out the window. Everyone ended up falling asleep in the living room sometime after dinner and a movie...

He lets his eyes drift to your sleeping form. There you are in all your glory, sleeping on your side. He watches as your chest rises and falls with every breath. His heart flutters. Oh, how he adores you.

He tiptoes over to you, making sure not to step on anyone on the way. Once he's close enough, he sits down in front of you and slowly lays down. He wraps his arms around your waist and closes his eyes, letting sleep take him away for the second time. This is something he can get used to.

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You wake up to something warm enveloping you. The sun bearing down on you makes you whine a little and retreat into this comfortable thing that's bigger than you. You nuzzle your face into it and inhale deeply. It... smells like rosemary. You peek one eye open, your heart leaping into your throat at the realization that you're holding onto Stan like a Koala.

You let out a small squeak and back up a bit. His arms flop onto the ground, but he doesn't budge. A small sigh leaves you, but your relaxation is short lived. Someone else seems to want your attention, as their chest is pressed up against your back and you're flush with their front. The scent of sage, of Kenny, fills your senses and it's almost calming... that is, until you feel something against your backside.

You know that this happens to boys in the morning, but why now?!

Why is it so big?!

You squirm, your face completely flushed. This is... quite the predicament! And you don't know how to break away from him! His grip on you is incredibly tight! "K-Kenny?" You whisper, but he doesn't budge at all. "Kenny!"

"Mmm, five more minutes babe," he mumbles in his sleep.

A shadow looms over you. You peek up and you thank the Gods that it's Bradley, holding the house's broom. He flips it upside down and nudges the clingy boy a few times till he wakes up. "You're crushing (Y/n)."

The fellow groans low in his throat and rolls onto his back, setting you free. "God, what time is it?" He yawns, bringing his hands up to rub at his tired eyes. His hair is ruffled and messy and his clothes are a little wrinkled from his night.

"It's eleven," he informs him before retreating to put the broom back into the pantry. "If we sleep more than that, then (Y/n)'s mom will get a little upset with us."

"'Wake up and be productive,'" you quote, slightly mocking your mother's voice. You sit up and run a hand through your hair with a small grunt. Your back hurts a little bit from laying on the floor. You watch as the others begin to stir awake, some yawning and others sitting up like they weren't sleeping in the first place.