South Park One-Shots

Stan N Kyle - A Friend Night

Just Buds Being Bucks :)
Ain't no Style ship, just,, bromance.
Just friends since diapers being great fucking friends.

ALSO--
Broccoli, kyle
Grapefruit, Kenny
Beetroot, Eric
Citrus, Butters
Mango, Butters' unnamed friend
(Stan's dragonfruit)
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" Stan oh my fucking- FUCK- WHY DID YOU DO THAT?! " Kyle screeched out, with an aggressively giggling Stan next to him on the couch, dude got his legs raised from the floor while laughing, leaning onto Kyle's shoulder in his giggling fit.

Kyle groaned with a breathless laugh and pushed him off of his shoulder. " You're such an ass. " He said, wiping his hand over his jeans before holding onto the Xbox controller again, Stan grinned, leaning back onto his shoulder. " You know you love me. " He replied, with a smirk, falling down to Kyle's lap, turning onto his stomach as his hands were stretched over the tallers lap, legs up like a girl on her bed gossiping, and his tongue stuck out as he aggressively began smashing buttons until he laughed victoriously, to only have Kyle ruffle his hair up aggressively after snatching his own hat off from Stan's head.

Stan liked wearing the thing no matter how much he hated how it looked on him, he was comfortable in it and when alone with Kyle would snatch it to wear.

" Hey! " Stan exclaimed, turning back over onto his back to try and get the hat back, to only have Kyle begin drumming on his exposed stomach due to the twists and turns the ravenette made.

" Kyyleeeee. " Stan groaned, with a small laugh, as Kyle continued drumming at a casual pace you may expect from him. " Yeah? "

" You have absolutely no fucking rhythm. " Stan laughed, to only get a slap on his stomach, making him only laugh harder. " I can't do much about the fact you're a born fucking musician! " Kyle shot back with a laugh, placing the ushanka back on Stan's head, then saved the game and shut the Xbox off, laying the controllers away while Stan crawled over to the other side of the couch.

" Don't you fucking dare, Broflovski-- Don't use your height and long ass arms against tiny me- " Stan said, legs up and ready to push against Kyle's stomach, Kyle grinned devilishly, before going in for the kill, and quickly seeing: Kyle's arms and reach were longer than Stan's legs.

And soonly a tickle death had arisen, Stan squirming and laughing under Kyle, jokingly begging for a stop while trying to kick the taller off who just happily continued, but as soon as it stopped, Stan soonly hit the couch to signal Kyle to stop, who did, Stan sitting up and taking deep breaths, wheezing and coughing, with a huge smile on his face still, face red and tears in his eyes from the laughing, while Kyle fished around his bag for said boys inhaler, what soonly was given to said boy.

After a while of silence, Stan had calmed down again, breathing going well again, and he grinned softly. " You're a dick. "

Kyle made an offended noise, and laughed softly as he hit him on the arm. " I am the one who got your inhaler. "
" And the one who almost caused an asthma attack. "
" You're the one who didn't immediately stop me. "
Stan huffed, jokingly offended with a grin. " You're like 6', dude, I'm 5'4, very unfair! I have no way of stopping you! I'm tiny, Kyle. "

Kyle grinned, pulling Stan over onto his lap, resting his head on Stan's. " Fuck yeah you're tiny. Perfect arm rest. "

" Oh, get lost. " Stan rolled his eyes, but leaned into Kyle's chest slightly.

After a solid 10 minutes of just sitting huddled together in a comfortable silence, Kyle playing with Stan's hair while he just relaxed into the trusted touches, Kyle perked up softly.

" Wanna watch a movie? "
" Sure, Disney, Netflix or HBO? " Disney? "
" Sure dude. "

Stan fetched the remote control, a pillow to hug for comfort and a blanket, fixing their drinks and snacks to be closer for easy reach while Kyle set up the streaming service.

" Hey, wanna watch Hamilton? " Kyle asked, hopefully.
" Dude you know I'm not into theatrical musicals... But Kenny won't shut up about it after watching it with Cartman so... I guess being able to talk about it as well won't hurt no one. " Stan replied, sighing softly. " Let's watch Hamilton. "

The time they started the musical at was around 11 pm already, so nearing the end to act 1, Stan had dozed off. Lost interest and ending up tired and comfortable against Kyle, hugging the pillow and under the blanket while his head is resting against the other's chest, the hat still on, his hair poking out under it, covering up one eye now, kyle smiled softly, pressing the TV off with the remote. Going to leave Stan to sleep in peace, who buried his face down into his chest once silence and darkness, excluded from the dim lights in the back hit the scene, and made the somewhat building up sensory overload in his sleep so much less as he softly held onto the pillow.

Kyle looked down at him, arms softly wrapping around him before snatching his phone, making a photo of the guy sleeping and sending it to the group with himself, Kenny, Stan, Butters, a friend from Butters' and Eric.

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Broccoli sent a picture
Broccoli : Dude just dozed off smh how dare he

Grapefruit : >:0 unacceptable

Citrus : he looks comfortable

Broccoli : Dude's chilling
Broccoli : Dude's really chilling

Beetroot : ew gay

Grapefruit : lol eric you came out to us all as pansexual like a year ago u moron lmfao

Beetroot : whatever kenny I don't care

Grapefruit : lmao k

Broccoli : I feel like I have a cat on me now
Broccoli : Do I like, have a cat law forced down on me rn, or-

Mango : don't you dare fucking move, broflovski
Mango : cat law is cat law and Stan is small enough to pass that cat law lmao

Citrus : cat stan

Grapefruit : Cat Stan!

Broccoli : Alright, you all have fun wilding over this, imma go bother Ike to get me my pineapple juice and cookies to not awaken the ✨cat✨, I'll get going now byee

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MMM short fic but it was very fun to write :0
Again, no ship, just buds being bucks. Just buddies being friends.

Just dudes being guys.
Just boys being somewhat gay best friends.

K bye