South Park One-Shots

Possesive

Kyle X Reader

You stood at the chalkboard slowly drawing on it as the High Elf King paced around the room, and Stan guarded the door. "I've had enough of this. The new kid has tested my patience and lost... Stan, go after him." Kyle spoke before turning on his heels to look out the window.

"What about me?" You asked.

"Y/N, you will stay here with me." He said.

"No, I want to help fight. I want to actually go into battle." You said.

"Come on Kyle. What's the worst that can happen?" Stand defended you.

"A no is a no. I don't want her getting hurt, or running the risk of her changing sides to that Wizard fat ass." He said with his back turned.

Stan sighed and ran out of the room to join the ongoing battle for the elves. While you were stuck here with Kyle because he was being possessive.

"Kyle... Why do you never let me fight? Whenever a fight rings out you always make me stay back with you and wait. I signed up to be a fighter-"

"And I chose for you to stay with me and be safe... Look, I don't want you getting hurt. It's not a risk I'm willing to take." He said.

"Ugh." You said before running out the classroom and into the oncoming madness.

"Alright douchebag! Take down the last defenses!" You heard Eric scream from down the hall. You ran past injured elves who were seeking medical attention until you found Stan guarding the door.

"Y/N? What are you doing here?!" He asked.

"I came to serve our King! What does it look like I'm doing?" You told him.

"Did Kyle let you come here?" He asked.

"Well... N-no. No he didn't." You said.

"Y/N! Look out!" Stan screamed as he pushed you out of the way of an oncoming attack by an unknown boy.

"The new kid." You growled lowly before running to attack him. He managed to block you and got the first hit.

"Motherfucker." You whispered before standing up and aiding Stan in a fight.

The battle lasted longer than you expected, as you didn't notice the enemy drawing closer until it was too late, and they had run past you.

"Wait what?" You said as the new kid fell to his knees and ran away, but he wasn't hurt, he ran away to go get.

Kyle

You and Stan ran as fast as you could back to the 4th grade classroom, but it was too late. Kyle was on the floor.

Beaten and battered.

"Kyle!" You screamed as you ran closer to him. You saw his busted lip, bruised cheek, and even his bloody nose. His Emerald green eyes turned to look at you, and he smiled.

"Y-Y/N. Are you hurt?" He asked grabbing your hand.

"No Kyle. I-I'm fine. You should see yourself." You said as you pulled a pack of cookies out from your bag and gave them to him. He smiled, and fearfully took the cookies.

"We won! The stick is ours! Goth kids, take the stick from inside his desk." Eric said. You sent him a death glare, and watched as the goth kids walked to the desks.

"Hey wait a minute. Our desks don't have insides." The tallest one said.

"W-what?" You asked.

"They're just tabletops. You conformists do realize that don't you?" They asked.

"Well then... How do we know? Who took the stick?" Kyle asked.

"There's writing on this one... Check my locker." The girl said.

"That's Clyde's desk... Humans! Let's go!" Eric said before walking out.

You turned back to Kyle as smiled. "You're suck an idiot." You smiled wearily at him.

He grabbed your chin and tilted it down towards his and lightly kissed your lips. It was small, but sweet kiss. "I'm possessive of you because I care... I love you Y/N." He said before you kissed his lips again.