South Park x Reader One Shots

Cat Boy (Stan x Reader)

Don't. Ever. Cross. Henrietta Biggle.

Thunder roared overhead, making Stan jump and the downpour began. The streets were empty this late at night as people wanted to get home as fast as they could to avoid the rain.

Stan should have run into the Village Inn to wait out the storm but he couldn't. He couldn't go anywhere. Or more specifically, he couldn't be seen anywhere.

Henrietta and Stan had gotten in a fight over which bands were actually goth or not. It was at the height of the argument he reminded Henrietta that she had at one point easily switched cliques and was emo for a week and that she wouldn't know 'real' goth music because of it.

Emo or not, she was practicing some kind of witchcraft in her free time and cursed Stan to be half-cat until he apologized which he wasn't planning on doing anytime soon. She was clearly in the wrong. Right?

He was soaked to the bone with nowhere to go. His friends had all moved away after high school dispersing to different colleges leaving Stan with his new friend group, the Goths. They all shared an apartment which tonight he wasn't allowed back in. True to his stubborn nature, he doubled down and made a fuss about that too.

It was too far of a bus ride to his parent's farm this time of night and even though his hat was doing a good job of hiding his ears, his tail was beginning to get uncomfortable going down the leg of his pants. There was an overwhelming urgency to find shelter soon. He normally didn't mind storms but this new part of him hated the thunder and it set his heart racing.

He did have one last option.

Y/N's place.

She was the only person with a big enough heart to potentially take him in and wouldn't judge him. His tail kinked and he begrudgingly set off for her place.

...

You loved thunderstorms. The sound the rain made on the glass was so comforting you could fall asleep. You had just settled down with a mug of (your fav hot drink) when you're interrupted by a knock.

Stan was the last person you expected to be at your door tonight. You work at the library together and would go out of your way to start a conversation with him but he always turned his back to you with a 'holier than thou' stance that was most unbecoming. Frankly, he was kind of an asshole.

"Stan, what a surprise, can I help you?"

"Uh yeah. Listen I know we aren't that close but I really need your help right now."

He looked disheveled and his clothes were dripping wet. "Can I stay the night? I know it's a lot to ask but I'll be gone in the morning I promise."

"Don't you live in that apartment with your friends?"

Stan looked away with a sigh. "Yeah, but we're not on the best of terms right now. And believe me, you were the last person I'd call and I can't go anywhere else."

"Why not?"

Stan turned around and surveyed the parking lot. When the coast was clear, he turned back to you and pulled off his hat.

Sticking out from his rain-soaked hair was a pair of black cat ears.

"Are those real?"

"Yes!" He hissed. "Are you going to let me in or not!"

"Fine! Take your shoes off at the door."

Typical asshole Stan behavior. Even when he was asking for a favor he still acted entitled. Nonetheless, you didn't have the heart to leave him out in the rain all night.