South Park oneshots

Style fluff- Period

Trans! Kyle x Stan (17)

CW/TW- periods, blood mentions, Cartman being...Cartman

Kyle woke in the morning and immediately groaned. He knew. He could feel it.

"God dammit...every time," he grumbled, carefully getting up. He rushed to the bathroom, not looking at his bedsheets quite yet. When he looked at his underwear, sure enough.

He got back to his room and grabbed fresh underwear, then got himself dressed in his usual jeans and white tshirt. He grabbed his hat and pulled it on, then stripped the bed.

He was about to take his sheets and bloody clothes to the laundry room when his bedroom door opened. Stan walked in.

"Hey dude, did you heat?!" The boy said excitedly. Then he paused and looked at Kyle. The ginger looked irritated and upset, but more then normal. He saw the stripped bed and understood. "Ah...day one?"

Kyle just nodded and walked past Stan to put his stuff in the washing machine. Stan followed, concerned for his friend.
"Do you um...need anything? I could run to the store for you. Or you could come. Whatever you need."

Kyle shrugged and started the washing machine. He wasn't quite cramping yet but he knew he would be soon.
"I guess...I do need some stuff," he said softly.
"Awesome, let's go right now. It won't be too busy at the pharmacy since it's so early," Stan smiled. Kyle nodded and grabbed his coat, putting it on while slipping into his shoes.

The two boys walked to the pharmacy downtown and went to the 'female hygiene' aisle. A part of Kyle hated it being called that, though he knew it wasn't able to be called much else. Stan watched his best friend. He always worried about him during his period, as Kyle was more irritable but also very sensitive.

Meaning he usually had to separate Kyle ad Cartman for a few days. Or Kyle would kill Cartman, then cry for about 3 hours. And Stan hated seeing Kyle cry.

Kyle grabbed a box of tampons, then a small bottle of Advil. He looked at Stan, flashing the puppy dog eyes.
"Can I get some chocolate, too?" Stan melted. He couldn't say no to that face. Kyles bright green eyes and cute face...damn it why is he so cute!

"Yeah, of course dude. Whatever you need."

"Hey gaywads, wassup?" The voice made Stan cringe. No...
"Hey...Cartman," he almost groaned. Kyle was busy looking at the display of chocolates, not paying attention to Cartman. But when the fat boy saw the box of tampons, he smirked. He opened his mouth to say something but Stan roughly covered his mouth and glared.

"Say a word to him that isn't supportive and friendly, and you will not live to see tomorrow," Stan growled. Cartman nodded and was let go. He looked at Kyle and cleared his throat.

"So uh...Kahl. You want advice on the best type of chocolate? I'm kind of an expert," Stan almost rolled his eyes. But Kyle looked over and nodded. Cartman looked at the display, then grabbed one. "Here. This is the type my mom craves when she's on her period. It's pretty good."

"Thanks, Cartman," Kyle smiled a bit. Cartman nodded, hands in his pockets.
"Yeah..no problem. You're my friend so I should...you know. Be...nice," he spoke as if it was taking everything to be kind to Kyle. But Stan was relieved he was at least trying.

"Hey, Kyle. Go pay," Stan said, handing his wallet to the ginger. Kyle nodded and went to checkout.

"Why can't I tease him?"
"Because he's sensitive. It's hard enough that he doesn't feel like a real boy because of this. He doesn't need you making fun of him and making him feel even worse," Stan said. His tone didn't leave any room for arguments. When Cartman thought about it, though...it made sense. Kyles dysphoria was already terrible on a daily basis. Cartman had seen in first hand.

Maybe he could be just a little bit nicer.

Stan met with Kyle and they left the store.
"You want to stay at your house or go to mine?" Stan asked, his hands deep in his pockets.
"Mine...i want my bed. But you don't have to stay with me, you know. I'm...I'm fine," Kyle hated the idea of holding Stan back from having fun.

"Hey, no way. I'm not leaving you. We can st in your room and play video games all day," Stan smiled. Kyle smiled back, feeling better. His cramps were starting to act up but it wasn't bad yet.

When the boys reached the Broflovski house, they went to the kitchen. Stan waited as Kyle swapped over his sheets, then the ginger made himself a bowl of Frosted Flakes. He ate a couple bites before taking a painkiller.

Stan watched him, catching himself admiring the boy. He'd always loved Kyles insane hair. The curls and bright colour...he'd happily sleep on it. Kyle gave him a look and Stan quickly looked away, a light blush on his cheeks.

Kyle chuckled and finished his cereal, putting the bowl in the sink. He grabbed a bottle of water, then they headed to his bedroom. He got a spare sheet from the closet to make his bed, then the boys laid down. Kyle grabbed his heat pad, relaxed back against the pillow.

"Hey...I know...I know you hate it being off, but should you really be wearing your binder right now? You're in enough pain as it is..." Stan didn't want to upset Kyle. But with everything, he didn't want Kyle to end up hurting himself. Kyle sighed, nodding.

"You're probably right...you want tease me, right?"
"Dude, you have boobs...not a mutation. Besides, Cartmans are bigger anyways," this made Kyle laugh. Stan liked hearing him laugh. He made sure not to look as Kyle got up and removed his binder. He put on a bra he found decently comfortable, then sat back down beside Stan and cuddled into him.

Stan smiled, putting an arm around Kyle.
"Your hair smells nice."
"I washed it yesterday."

Stan chuckled, rubbing Kyle's arm gently.

Idk I just like the headcanon of Kyle being trans masc. Anyways hope you enjoyed! Sorry for the lack of posting, I've been struggling with personal stuff as well as a general lack of motivation and inspiration