south park x reader (one shots)

fairytales (stan x reader)

"STAAAAAANNNN!!!!!"

"MMMPH MPH MMMMMMPH!"

"STAN WHERE ARE YOU?"

The desperate cries of you, Kenny, and kyle filled the dark forest. Stan had been missing for 4 days. Nobody had seen him since wendy had once again dumped him that Thursday. At this point almost everyone except for the three of you had given up looking for him. It wasn't the first time he did this. Something awful would happen, and stan would disappear for days on end and come back and act as though nothing had happened. Even though you knew he was probably fine, horrible thoughts clouded the back of your mind, making your stomach churn and a knot form in your throat. "he's ok" you thought "he has to be."

"guys, it's getting dark. We should just call it a day." Kyle said in a defeated tone while walking off towards the town.

"mph." Kenny agreed, sighed, and started walking off with kyle.

"so that's it then? You guys are just gonna give up? He could be hurt! We gotta keep looking!" you replied in a shrill voice, close to tears. Kyle sighed.

"face it y/n. we aren't gonna find him. He'll turn up soon. He's probably off in Denver or something." He replied.

"yeah, but you don't know that for sure! We should at least keep trying!" you said, getting desperate.

Kenny took off his hood and said, in a monotone voice:

"y/n. he doesn't want to be found. We should just go before we get lost ourselves."

'you guys can leave. I'm gonna keep looking."

"y/n-"

"I SAID I'M NOT LEAVING."

Your sudden outburst shut them both up and left them stunned. Kyle broke the silence.

"jesus. Fine then. Be careful. Don't stay out too late. Wouldn't wanna loose you too."

You wiped away the hot tears that had formed at the corners of your eyes.

"you won't. I'll be back by the morning."

With that, the two of them walked away, leaving you alone in the forest, the sky now an inky black. You took the flashlight out of your bag and walked on, looking for Stan, ignoring the cuts and bruises that covered your legs.

"stupid fucking uniform" you muttered to yourself. You guys had headed out to search right as school ended, and you weren't able to change out of your ridiculous cheerleading outfit, so your only protection against the cold night were the skimpy skirt and top and your northface sweater. "I don't even like cheering" you thought. You had joined the squad exclusively for him. Pretty much everything you did was just to impress stan. You'd had a massive crush on him ever since you first met him, during the summer between 4th and 5th grade, when you first moved to South Park. You still remember the day perfectly:

you'd been out exploring the woods outside your new home as your parents unpacked the rest of the boxes off the moving van. Your silky h/c hair up was tied up in pigtails, adorned in baby pink ribbon. You wore your favorite f/c shirt and jeans, and you were armed with a notebook and the polaroid camera you'd taken from your dad's office. As you walked around, taking pictures of all the animals and mushrooms and plants and gluing them in your book, you thought you heard what sounded like crying coming from the shrubs to your left. You frowned and walked behind the shrubs, towards the noise. You found yourself in a clearing, with huge trees creating a perfect cool shade in the hot summer day, and all sorts of flowers: peonies, roses, daisies, lavender, and posies, lining the outskirts. A small creek flowed through the scene, making it seem like something out of your favorite fairy tale. You giggled to yourself and thought "all that's missing is a handsome prince'" and that's when you spotted him. Huddled over, his face resting on his knees, wearing a jacket and hat despite the heat. Shyly, you walked over.