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hachichimitsu · 1 year

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Bendy [Wendy / Bebe] “Follow That Egg” Canon Compliant Script

hello! i realized i never posted this script [despite having it finished and revamped around late last year], but in honor of pride, i thought it’d be cute to share this bendy script i wrote that follows the events of “follow that egg”. you can read this as either platonic or romantic bendy, but just know that since it’s canon compliant, they’re all still kiddos here. >:]

to all my besties who read this like a long time ago, i fixed a few things, so it isn’t the same script it once was. but the essence is still there [hopefully]. maybe i’ll post this in ao3 if i ever make a fic version of it, or draw it in comic form if i have the time. i don’t know. i hope you will all enjoy it regardless.

Inspired by the events of “Follow That Egg.” Wendy is still fretting over her lost egg. Bebe is there to help see her through it.

INT. BEBE’S HOUSE – AFTERNOON

The scene takes place in Bebe’s family kitchen. Wendy is already seated at the dining table, with Bebe walking towards her chair with colorful paper, glitter, coloring supplies and arts n’ crafts at hand.

Bebe: (hops on her chair and places each item individually with much enthusiasm) Boy, am I glad you’re the one I got paired up with in the end. I thought my egg was gonna be a goner for sure!

Wendy doesn’t reply. Instead, she is looking out in the distance, with an empty stare. Bebe looks at her, with a slight worried expression.

Bebe: Uhhh, Wendy?

Wendy continues to be unresponsive. Bebe leans from her chair towards her.

Bebe: (waves her hand in front of her) Earth to Wends?

Wendy blinks and her body subtly jolts. She finally looks at her.

Wendy: Huh?

Bebe: (sighs) You okay, girl?

Wendy drags her hands to her face in a slow, stressed out manner.

Wendy: Ugh, sorry. I-I know this is stupid, but…

She uncovers her face, looking as if she’s trying to piece together the right words internally. Left empty-handed, she lays her head face-forward on the table, defeated.

Wendy: (sighs)

Bebe: Wendy, it’s okay. I won’t judge.

Wendy turns her head to the side, with her cheek on the table scowling at Bebe.

Wendy: Yeah right! You screamed your lungs out when I told you about my crush on Cartman back then!

Bebe (defensively): Well, I mean- You caught me by surprise!

Wendy: Yeah. Exactly.

Wendy sits upwards with her arms crossed. Her gaze and expression still fixed.

Wendy: And your reaction was anything *but* non-judgmental.

Bebe shrugs.

Bebe: Yeah, but, my advice worked, didn’t it?

Wendy vividly remembers the events of “Chef Goes Nanners” and resigns with a heavy sigh. She looks to the side with a mixed expression on her face.

Wendy: It’s-It’s about the egg.

Bebe: ….Right.

Wendy shifts her body a bit out of embarrassment.

Wendy: The truth is, I went to Kyle’s house to see it.

Bebe: Okay?

Wendy: Just to see if it’s safe.

Bebe continues to stare at Wendy, expecting to hear more from her. But it’s met with more silence. Wendy can see her trying to think of an appropriate response.

Bebe: Yeah but Wendy, that isn’t your egg anymore.

Wendy (humiliated): God, you sound just like Kyle!

Bebe: I mean, I understand why you would be concerned. Stan *is* the worst egg partner in the world. At least from my experience.

Wendy shuts her eyes and groans.

Bebe: …But I’m sure they’ll figure something out!

Wendy sighs while covering her face with her hands again.

Wendy: I’m sorry, I know this is stupid.

Bebe looks at her apologetically.

Bebe: Awww, Wendy. It’s not stupid. It’s just, uh, really weird.

Wendy (sarcastically): Oh gee thanks Bebe! I feel better already!

Bebe: Maybe you can ask Kyle to give it to you afterwards?

Wendy (uncovering her face, still with a resigned expression): He will.

Bebe: Oh, then, see! If Kyle says so then it must be true! Knowing him, I’m sure he’d refuse to get an F for sure.

Wendy (waves her hand side to side): Yeah I know, I know. It’s just- ugh…

Bebe stares at her for a while. Silence permeates the room. She sighs.

Bebe: ….Is it about Stan?

Wendy: Maybe.

Bebe: Maybe? I thought you were over him?

Wendy: No, I-I think I am? It’s just- (sighs) I feel really, *really* guilty about it. In class, I can feel his gaze burning at the back of my head, and I feel awful knowing *I* did that to him. I mean, you saw him! He started hanging out with the goth kids and dressed up like that out of nowhere. And he clearly doesn’t want to talk to me anymore.

Wendy slumps in her chair

Wendy: Especially after I dated Tolkien. I even broke up with him too because I couldn’t handle the guilt. I don’t know– I just feel like an asshole.

Bebe looks at her with an apologetic expression. The silence deafening.

Wendy: Bebe, am I coward?

Bebe (sucks in her teeth): No, but…I mean, you did make *me* be the one to tell Stan that you’re breaking up with him instead of doing it yoursel-

Wendy: God, I’m so terrible.

Bebe: Is that why you’ve been acting so weird lately? Are you seriously projecting your insecurities onto your egg? Do I need to call the paramedics?

Wendy: Maybe.

Bebe: Wends, seriously. Dont worry about it. Your egg will totally be fine. You and Stan are over and done with, and we will totally get our A.

Wendy: Maybe I don’t deserve that A.

Bebe: Wendy, listen to yourself! You’re making *our* egg feel bad.

Wendy looks at their egg on the table, with its circular red orbs staring back at her, mentally morphing a sad frown on that little egg face. She unconsciously mirrors that frown a bit and turns the egg to make it look away.

Wendy: Sorry, that was out of line. I guess I’m still carrying that weight. I know my- THEIR egg will be fine. It’s just- I left it when it needed me the most. Like a, like a coward…

Wendy sinks down from her chair.

Wendy: I’d make such a terrible mom.

Bebe (whines): Wendy, noooo! I hate seeing you like this. Let’s just (pause) let’s just decorate our egg! You *need* to get out of this rut. It’s for your own good.

Wendy: Isn’t it already decorated though?

Bebe: (scoffs) Puh-lease, after its slobber fest with Stan’s dog, I think he’s in need of a new updo.

Wendy: (rubs her other arm up and down) Oh, I don’t know….

Bebe grabs a small shiny tube from her supply pouch to wave it in front of Wendy’s eyes.

Bebe: (in a sing-songy voice) But Wendyyy~ it’s limited edition custom-made Sparkletts glitter glue~

Wendy: So what?

Bebe: (still in the same sing-songy voice) It has a transparent color palette that doesn’t seep through the paperwooork~

Wendy: Wait, what?

Time has passed. We cut to the egg looking exactly the same, except less unkempt, ruffled and with lighter colors. Bebe and Wendy stare at it with clutters of glue, white paint and colored paper around them.

Wendy: Is it just me or does it look like nothing’s changed appearance-wise?

Bebe: We probably would’ve added more features if *someone* didn’t use up all the glitter glue!

Wendy: I needed to test to see if it worked for all colors of paper.

Bebe: Yeah, in which, once it dries up, it’s impossible to remove!

Wendy: I got some on its hair at least.

Bebe: Yeah, because what it really needed was some sparkly dandruff on its hair.

Wendy: Well, I think it's perfect just the way it is!

Bebe: I mean, it’s not my *best* work. But then again, I *was* the one who did its initial design while Stan was zoning out the entire time, so I’ll take you not doing any huge design changes to our egg as a compliment.

Wendy: At least the bed that we made for them makes up for it.

Bebe picks it up.

Bebe: Yeah, now this. *This* is a beauty. Let’s tuck it in now actually. It’s getting late.

Wendy removes the tiny satin handkerchief of the sparkly box container with Bebe carefully situating their egg in its proper place. Wendy placed the handkerchief back on. They both put their hands to their jaws to stare at it with awe.

Bebe: Isn’t it beautiful, Wendy?

Wendy: Yeah, like a sweet little angel.

Bebe: That wasn’t so bad now, was it?

Wendy: (rolls her eyes with a smile) I admit, it was kind of fun.

They bathe in the initial quietness, with soft smiles on their faces as they continue to stare at their egg.

Bebe (softly): It’s never too late, Wendy.

Wendy: Huh?

Bebe: To make amends.

Wendy glances at her a bit, taking in her words.

Wendy: Yeah…

Wendy looks at the egg one more time before carefully closing the box.

Wendy: I guess you’re right.

Bebe laughs and nudges her with her shoulder.

Bebe: Let’s go get dressed. I’m tired of wearing these jeans all day, and we still have 2 hours left for a movie!!

Wendy: Yeah.

Bebe: You know, I’m surprised your mom allowed you to stay the night over. She never does school nights.

Wendy: Yeah, well, she saw how depressed I was lately so- I guess that was her way of trying to cheer me up.

Bebe: (giggles while giving Wendy a back hug) Well, it’s a good thing I’m here, right?

Wendy (sighs while looking away, smiling): Yeah.

INT. BEBE’S HOUSE – LIVING ROOM

The scene cuts to Wendy and Bebe wearing their pajamas, sitting in front of the living room TV. A movie is being played on-screen, preferably a family, coming-of-age movie. They’re both sharing a family-sized bag of marshmallows as they watch.

Wendy: Bebe?

Bebe: Yeah?

Wendy: I’m sorry for getting you wrapped up in all of this.

Bebe: Wendy, we’re best friends! I know you’d do the same for me.

Wendy: Yeah…

Wendy flashes a quick smile towards her before her eyes fall to the floor.

Wendy: I just still feel kind of bad for Stan.

Bebe: (rests her chin on her palm) Wendy, why did you even break up with him in the first place?

Wendy: I guess….it’s hard to rely on him sometimes.

Bebe: Oh. Well…I mean, I’ve only had Stan as my egg partner for 2 days, and I’d say the exact same thing-

Wendy: It’s not just that. It’s just. Stan has…..he’s been distant lately. I think he’s afraid to commit to me fully. I mean he stopped vomiting, but other than that, our relationship is completely stagnant. I’m always the one that has to initiate things, and when I’m not, it’s like he completely forgets about me. I don’t hate him. I just…

Bebe gives Wendy a side hug and lets her head rest on her shoulder.

Bebe: I know, Wendy. Stuff like this is….complicated. I think even if you broke up with Stan as delicately as you possibly could, he was never going to take it well. I’m not gonna be the one to say that breaking up with Stan indirectly was the best thing to do. But even he was doing it too. Like.…remember when Stan was playing “Shock the Monkey” in front of your house?

Wendy: Yeah?

Bebe: Well, he actually talked to me about it beforehand. He tried to force me to tell you that he loves you instead of confronting you personally. And then I made that suggestion instead.

Wendy (puzzled): But why “Shock the Monkey” though?

Bebe: I told him to play Peter Gabriel. (rolls eyes) I thought he’d take the hint.

Wendy: (laughs) Guess he’s never seen Say Anything.

Bebe: I should have never put too much faith in boys.

They both quietly chuckle until it quickly dies down. Wendy sinks in the couch, stuffing more marshmallows in her mouth. She swallows.

Wendy: Bebe, do you think I…did the right thing?

Bebe pops a marshmallow in her own mouth.

Bebe (muffled): What do you mean?

Wendy: You know…break up with him?

Bebe contemplates for a bit. She shrugs

Bebe: Who knows.

Wendy: Are you serious?

Bebe: Wendy! If you felt the relationship has ran its course, then it was for the best. It doesn’t make you or Stan a bad person. Sometimes these things….just happen.

Wendy: (sighs)

Bebe: Maybe you can apologize to him tomorrow. It’s the last day for this project anyways.

Wendy (defeated): But he hates me. He *so* hates me. I already know I won’t be able to get a word in edge-wise.

Bebe: But it’s worth a try! It’s better to have at least tried and failed than it is to just…fester in guilt for not having done anything. If you feel bad for not being direct with him, then now’s the chance to fix that.

Wendy: You’re right. (sighs) God…

Bebe: And hey…

Bebe puts her hand on Wendy’s shoulder comfortingly.

Bebe: I’ll watch over to see if anything goes wrong. I promise.

Wendy: Aw, you really don’t have to, but….

Wendy smiles softly at her.

Wendy: Thanks, Bebe.

Bebe: No problem.

They sit in silence for a bit, letting the movie play in the background.

Bebe, You know, I was really happy when Ms. Garrison paired us together.

Wendy: Why? Because we get to sleepover like this?

Bebe: No, silly. It’s because….I think you’d make a great mom.

Wendy: Really?

Bebe: Yeah! I thought my egg was going to be toast at the end of this project. But when we made the switch, I knew there was hope for it after all! And look at our egg now, sleeping peacefully in the bed we made for it.

Wendy: (sighs) I’m glad I didn’t mess this one up despite everything.

Bebe: Oh Wendy, shush! You were going to be a good mom to my egg no matter what. That’s how much I trust you.

Wendy looks at the TV.

Wendy: Do you ever think about having children? Like in the near future, when we’re both old and hopefully married to someone decent with our own things going on.

Bebe: Hmmm maybe? If it’s just as obedient as Eggward here, then I might consider it.

Wendy: (smiles) Since when did it have a name?

Bebe: Uhh, just now? Didn’t yours have one?

Wendy: Oh, I…I guess Kyle and I never made it that far.

Bebe: (nudges her) Guess that makes two of us.

Wendy gives out a genuine laugh. A sound that Bebe hasn’t heard for days now.

EXT – BIG GAY AL & MISTER SLAVE’S WEDDING VENUE

They just recently passed the bill for same-sex marriage. Bebe is watching Wendy talk to Stan and Kyle from afar. She can vaguely hear the conversation they’re having

Wendy: Stan, I'm sorry I doubted you. You really made a great dad.

Stan: Like I give a crap about what you think, Wendy.

Bebe gives a sympathetic frown as she sees Wendy walking away, dejectedly.

Bebe: No luck?

Wendy: (sighs) No. I can tell he wants nothing to do with me.

Bebe: Well, forget about him then Wendy! Did you ask about your egg?

Wendy blinks in astonishment.

Wendy: Huh, I guess I forgot.

Wendy gives a relieved smile towards Bebe.

Wendy: Thinking about it now, I guess I *was* being a little dramatic. (Wendy turns to view Stan and Kyle.) That’s theirs now. I like our egg.

Bebe jumps on Wendy and puts her arms around her shoulders.

Bebe: Yeah, our egg is awesome!

Wendy (takes the box from her pocket): It really is.

Wendy opens the box with the egg still there in pristine condition.

Bebe: Whew! Now that that’s over with, I know what I’m having for breakfast!

Wendy holds onto the egg box tightly with a frightened expression.

Wendy: Bebe!!

Bebe: Relax Wends, I was just kidding.

They walk off together with their backs turned towards the horizon.

#should i write scripts more often?#they’re really fun to do even though im 100% sure i got the format wrong #anyways im gay i don’t need this right now #sp bendy #bebe stevens #wendy testaburger #south park #sp bebe #sp wendy #hachichifics #hachichiscripts #hachichiposts

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hachichimitsu2 · 2 years

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Remedy – A Fem!Style Hurt / Comfort Fan Fiction

Kylee (Kyle) is bedridden due to severe dysmenorrhea. Steph (Stan) is there to make her all feel better.

Note: This fic is generally safe for work with some good ol’ fluff, but it explores the subject of periods and menstruation in pretty heavy detail. Tread carefully if you are sensitive to this type of material.

Inspired by a Fem!Style anon who encouraged me to make some Fem!Style content of my own. Also huge thanks to @allymumu for peering through my work before submission 😭💕

Kylee is entrapped in bed, with a raging headache, droopy eyes and severe cramps. Today is Friday. Despite her initial insistence of wanting to attend class, her mother forcibly encouraged her to stay at home and rest for the duration of the day. She’s been enduring the pain at school for 2 days straight, even opting to participate in Physical Education as a self-assuring gesture that this period of hers means nothing, despite the heavy flow. A decision she highly regrets having done now. The false alarms she gets in her stomach as she debates whether it’s just cramps or the overwhelming urge to relieve her disgusting bowel movements makes her perpetually exhausted and, quite frankly, irritated about her own body. She hates how icky she feels, not wanting to bother getting up from her desk in fear of staining her pants from the sheer force of gravity of just mere standing. If only the bathroom wasn’t so far away.

Her mom said she got it from her, adding a list to the other weird bodily habits that she’s inherited from her parents. Though dysmenorrhea is anything but rare, she can’t help but feel alone knowing that other girls have light periods and relatively manageable pain. Kylee often has to plan her week around it, gauging on how she can micromanage her physical and mental well-being, but painkillers and careful scheduling can only do so much. She rolls over in bed, hand on abdomen, feeling the nausea wave all around her. She glances at her digital alarm clock on her bedside table. 3:35 pm. Steph should be coming any moment now.

Steph promised to come over after she gets ready with her stuff after school. They promised to sleepover together, an activity they do every weekend ever since they got together. Steph initially wanted to cancel after hearing how Kylee skipped classes due to her period, but she desperately needs all the emotional support she can get right now, and the idea of not seeing Steph for an entire weekend makes her tear up a little. Things like this shouldn’t matter, but her hormones definitely override her ability to think critically at a time like this.

She lays restlessly on bed. She hasn’t had any sleep. The pain prevents her from doing so peacefully. Going on her phone doesn’t do wonders either, since the glaring blue light can easily sting her tired, green eyes. A familiar cadence of rhythm can be heard going up the stairs. Even before hearing a knock on the door, she immediately knows who stood before it.

“It’s open,” Kylee asserted weakly. Steph walks in with her somewhat boyish academic backpack and a cheap white take-out plastic bag you get at those hole-in-a-wall restaurants.

“Hey Ky,” she walks over to the bed, placing an affectionate kiss on her sweaty forehead. She stares at her for a bit and smiles sympathetically. “That bad, huh?”

“I feel like absolute shit,” Kylee grumbles.

“It’s your third day, right?”

“Yeah,” She slowly slides her way up to a sitting position. “Still heavy as ever. Thank god we don’t have school tomorrow.”

“Yeah,” Steph sits down on the edge of the bed. “We can just chill all day. And you can get plenty of rest and downtime” she says while ruffling her hair.

“What happened while I was gone?”

“Oh, uh, nothing much. I brought your homework for you,” Steph sets down the plastic bag on the floor and her backpack. “But this is like the last thing I want you to do right now.”

“How much is it?”

“3 pages for math and 5 pages in bio. Supposedly we were supposed to have none for bio, but Cartman had to go and piss Ms. Stevenson off.”

“Typical,” Kylee crosses her arms, “I’m glad we share the same classes together.”

“Yeah,” Steph gets her handkerchief to wipe the sweat from Kylee’s forehead. “Do you want to rest some more? I can leave you be while I do my stuff.”

“No, no. I want to keep talking to you. It’s been so boring lying here all day.” Kylee glances down below. “What’s in the bag?”

Steph contains a smile while biting her lip. “Uh, what bag?”

Kylee raises her eyebrow, “The one on the floor.”

“Hm?” Steph swiftly looks at it. “Oh yeah. I was hoping you’d ask. You sure you want to know?”

“…Yeah?” Kylee says hesitantly.

Steph leans in closer, cheekily smiling at this point. “Seriously?”

“Yes, Steph.”

“Are you sure you’re sure?”

“Yes, Steph!” Kylee throws her arms in the air.

“Okay, okay. Calm down,” she says while putting her arms out defensively. “I’ll get it, okay?”

Steph leans down as if she has all the time in the world, moving at a snail’s pace. She extends her arm, touching the white, opaque handles with delicate care from her fingers. She turns to look at her.

“But are you sure though?

“H’you bitch,” Kylee playfully kicks her side. “I’ll stain myself if you keep this charade up.”

“Alright, alright,” she quickly grabs the plastic bag by the handles. Unveiled is a black Vans shoe box. She hands the big box to Kylee’s lap.

“Vans?” Kylee looks quizzically at it, “Steph, you really didn’t have to-“

“No, uh, look inside.”

Kylee lifts up the lid with two hands. Inside is a dark blue transparent small pouch of spherical chocolates wrapped in a nice, neat bow, fuzzy green pajama socks, a lavender-scented lotion bottle, a tiny brown glass bottle, a green heatable compress pad and 3 bags of heavy overnight pads. Kylee stares at the sight in awe.

“I, uh, thought it would be nice to make you a sort of care package,” Steph says while rubbing the back of her head. “I realized you’ve been overworking yourself the past few days. And to top it off, you’ve been doing it while on your period. So I figured getting you things that’ll help it hurt less.”

Kylee is just frozen, individually scanning each of the items displayed right before her.

“…Do you like it?” Steph asks hesitantly.

Kylee closes the box and sets it to the side. She wraps her arms around Steph in a tight embrace. She smiles dumbly by her shoulder. “Thanks Steph. This was really sweet of you.” She feels Steph reciprocating the hug, petting her hair affectionately. Kylee likes it when she plays with her hair like that. Usually her hair is off-limits from being touched, especially due to a little someone pulling on them to get her attention. But she trusts Steph enough to be nice and gentle with her. Just like she trusts her with other facets in life.

“I’m sorry if I stink,” Kylee insinuates.

“You don’t,” Steph sinks her face on her shoulder, inhaling deeply. “You still smell just the same to me. You’re like the cleanest person I know.”

“I just feel really icky right now,” Kylee sighs, letting go of the hug to look at the box once again. “Can you explain each item to me? I know they’re pretty obvious, but…I’m just wrapping my head around how you got to put all this together.”

“Well,” Steph grabs a hold of the pads. “These are Always Maxi. Thought you might need some extra. I know how heavy your period is, so I got the thickest kind with wings.” She sets it down in front of her to continue rummaging through the box. “And this is a heating pad. I got it in your color. You can fill it up with hot water and place it on your belly,” Steph squishes it around. “Want me to fill it up for you? Unless you feel hot right now, since you’re sweating.”

“You can fill it up. Actually, I feel really cold. Guess it’s just a cold sweat.”

“Gotcha. Be right back,” Steph plants a quick kiss on on the cheek, then heads out the door. Kylee looks back at the box and feels her heart fluttering all over again. Just how long did it take for her to compile everything? Even getting her the brand of pads she normally uses. Just when she was lost deep in thought, Steph returned carrying the weighty pad on her hands.

“You can put it here,” Steph puts her hand on her lower abdomen. She gives it to her. “Careful, it’s hot.” Kylee places it below her stomach, feeling the nice heat radiating on her skin. It actually does feel nice having applied heat and pressure on that area.

“Anyways,” Steph resumes to digging through the box. “This is eucalyptus oil. It helps aid in nausea. You can smell it, and it should help.” Kylee gives the eucalyptus oil a few quick sniffs. It’s quite strong, almost like a combination of Vicks and a lemony citrus menthol, but the strength of the scent seems to have her nausea fade away a little.

“And this here is some dark chocolate. Dark chocolate is the best for periods,” She unties the bag and sticks one morsel out for her. Kylee eats the chocolate from her fingers. She likes how melty and rich it is in her mouth, with that added tinge of bittery dark chocolate goodness. “I made sure it’s not *too* bitter, since I know how you are with bitter food,” Steph haphazardly re-ties the bag with the bow back on, only for it to look like a crude attempt at emulating the original form. “I didn’t wrap it by the way. It was wrapped like this in the store.”

“It’s pretty good for store-bought chocolate,” Kylee laughs, with Steph following suit. She grabs a hold of the next two items from the box.

“So next, this here is lavender-scented lotion bottle and some socks. Uh, sometimes when I’m sick, my mom likes to massage my feet with lotion and cover it with fuzzy socks. Not sure why but it helps a lot,” Steph looks away for a bit, scratching the side of her cheek. “I was thinking of doing that for you. If you want that is.”

“Oh, uhm, sure if you don’t mind handling my feet,” Kylee said bashfully.

“Er, alright. You can lie down.”

Kylee slides her way back down, hoping to god that she hasn’t stained the bed in the process. Steph grabs a hold of one leg on her lap, opening the lotion bottle with a *pop*. She squeezes a considerable amount to her palms and utilized the friction to slather it on both surface levels on the hands. Steph proceeds to apply pressure with her thumbs from the heel of the foot all the way to her toes. Kylee is trying really hard to stifle her laughter, but the sensation is both oddly pleasurable and extremely ticklish.

“H-hey!”

“Yeah, it tickles, right? You get used to it,” Steph laughs while reading her expression. “My mom often has a habit of pressing too hard to the point it hurts a bit.”

“It, it really doesn’t h-hurt for me,” Kylee still giggling at the sensation.

“That’s because I’m like gauging my strength,” Steph responds confidently. “Don’t worry, this part doesn’t tickle that much.” She proceeds to sliding her fingers against the web of her toes. It’s such an odd sensation, but it does feel nice. She proceeds to individually coating each toe with her thumb and fingers in a circular motion. She bends the foot a little bit towards the back to give it a nice stretch.

“Wow, you’re really good at this.”

“Nah, I’m just remembering what my mom does to me,” Steph grabs one of the socks to cover her foot. “How’s it feel?”

Kylee stares at her covered foot, curling her toes a little. “It feels weirdly clean.”

“Okay, other foot.”

Steph continues to do the same process to the other one. Kylee finds the entire gesture to be really nice and comforting. She mentally promises to take better care of her feet from now on. “For some reason, this makes me feel like a baby,” Kylee says while watching Steph do her toes.

“Well, you are my baby.”

“Pfft. That’s really corny, Steph.”

“Hey, I’m trying to take care of you, and this is the respect I get?” Steph replied while feigning offense. She covers the foot with the other pair. “Done.”

“Thanks. Do you do this to your own feet?”

“Eh, not really. Only when I feel like it,” Steph shrugs. “It takes a lot of time to do after all.” She grabs a hold of Kylee’s hands. “I’ll clip your nails for you too.”

“Uhm, thanks Steph, but isn’t this a little bit excessive?”

“C’mon, just let me indulge you a bit.” Steph wipes her hands with her handkerchief to remove the slippery content from her hands. “Is it in the drawer?”

“Yeah.”

Steph retrieves a pair of nail clippers from the bedside drawer and takes off her jacket to place it on Kylee’s lap to catch the residue. Kylee would normally question how Steph doesn’t get grossed out by having her own jacket be the one to catch her nails, but she appreciates the gesture. Kylee doesn’t want to admit it, but she likes all the attention she gets from her whenever she’s hurt or sick. Steph has that sort of consoling nature to her.

“There. All done,” She grabs her jacket to dump the nails to the trash can across the room. Patting it around for any hidden ones. As she stood up to put her jacket back on, they hear a knock.

“Bubbe, I brought some soup.”

Steph opens the door. “I’ll take it Mrs. Broflovski.”

“Oh Stephanie, thank you so much for taking care of my baby girl,” She hands the tray to her. “Be very careful not to spill it.”

“Oh, it’s no problem,” Steph retrieves it, blushing modestly.

“Do you want anything to eat yourself? We have some pasta that I can re-heat for you.”

“No thanks. I’m not hungry yet, but thanks for the offer.”

“Okay, well like I said, if you need anything, anything at all, the kitchen is all yours.” Mrs. Broflovski leaves the room with the door closed. Steph goes toward Kylee with the tray of food. Chicken noodle soup. “You hungry?”

“No, not really. But my mom will get extremely worried if I don’t eat now.”

“I’ll feed you.”

“Really Steph, it’s fine.” Kylee laughs. “It’s not like I’m dying you know?”

Her eyes widened a bit as she realizes the weight of her sentence as it slips out. Steph visibly becomes a bit uncomfortable as she’s handing her the tray. “Sorry, I just, get really worried you know.” She glances away a bit. “Like I know it’s just your period, but,”

Kylee looks at her sympathetically. It’s normal that Steph would often get uneasy whenever Kylee is bedridden. After all, she did almost die that one time. And a couple of other instances. She grabs a hold of her hand, trying to give her a reassuring smile. “I know. It’s okay Steph. You’re already doing a good job taking care of me. I’m feeling better already.”

“Yeah?” Steph’s eyes brightened.

“Yeah, dude.”

“Heh, *dude*. I like it when we call each other that for some reason.”

“Yeah, it tends to slip out. Sometimes I like to think that we were guys from another life or something.”

“Yeah, maybe.” Steph smiles at her softly. “Go ahead and eat.”

“Eh, I’ll just take 5 spoonfuls at most.”

“You gotta eat more than that, you know?”

“Yeah, I know, but like I would rather not eat anything at all, so this is practically my limit at this point.”

“Hmm, alright.”

Kylee starts scooping up the noodles, feeling Steph’s gaze burning at the back of her head. She mentally pictures Steph as like a service dog, who waits for her every move to detect any signs of her needing anything. “What was lunch today?” Kylee asked to defuse the awkward silence.

“Pizza. Since it’s a Friday.”

“Oh right, uhm, nothing much happened?”

“Seriously, dude, nothing. Kathy was busy working her ass off for the science fair, and Cartman was busy being, you know, Cartman,” Steph said exasperatedly. “You know, whenever you’re gone, she clings onto me the most. She kept harping on about her yeast infection, which is the last thing I want to ever divulge to you about.” Steph looks at Kylee’s food for a bit. “Sorry.”

“Hah, don’t worry. I’m just about done eating.”

“Oh, here, lemme take it from you.” She gets her tray and places it on the bedside table. She gives her the bottle water that came with it.

“I-is your heating pad getting cold now?” Steph asks.

“A little,” Kylee takes a few sips of the water before settling it down.

“I’ll go reheat it for you.”

“No, Steph,” Kylee grabs her hand before she could leave. “Can you, just, lie down with me?” She pleaded while feeling the heat go to her face. “I think I’ll get warmer that way.”

There was a short pause that made Kylee nervous. Maybe she was asking too much from her already? Steph moves on to the bed behind her, silently slipping under the covers. She wraps her arms over her waist as she presses her body onto Kylee’s back, burying her face in the nape of her neck. Kylee can detect the warmth of Steph’s body heat, as well as that distinct “Steph” smell despite facing away from her. It’s like a combination of the pine cones from outside and cheap store-bought perfume. Kylee savors the action in total bliss.

Kylee can feel Steph’s hands placed directly on her stomach. She whispers in her ear. “When I’m on my period, I sometimes rub my stomach like this to ease the pain a little,” Steph rubs the abdomen in a clockwise motion. She does it for a while until Kylee starts to feel a bit sleepy. “Feel better?”

“Mhm.” Kylee lets out a satisfied sigh. Truthfully, it doesn’t really do anything for Kylee in terms of lessening the pain, but the fact that Steph is trying to alleviate it for her is what makes this action genuinely pleasurable to her. She is basking in the physical affection, purely melting into her very essence. It was just what she needed.

“I was waiting so long for class to end just to come and see you,” She plants soft kisses at the back of her neck. “School is boring without you.” Kylee can feel the goosebumps rise from her skin due to how sensitive and ticklish she is. She can’t help but softly giggle at the affectionate gesture. “You have such a cute laugh too,” Steph kisses her cheek. “I can listen to it for days.”

“Is that why you keep tickling me?”

“I don’t know. Maybe,” Steph lightly scratches the back of Kylee’s neck to garner a response. “I just like seeing you happy.”

They revel in the silence for a bit, just savoring in each other’s presence. She wonders if Steph is feeling the same way as her. The calming peace of just having the two of them relax in each other’s arms like this. But a nagging thought soon emerged within. Steph is doing so much for her already, going above and beyond to make her feel comfortable, that she can’t help but feel guilty for enjoying this. Kylee turns her head around to face her. “Am I…really not bothering you?”

“No?” Steph responded, appearing quite taken aback at this.

“I mean, like, seriously. Wouldn’t you want to spend your weekend doing something fun instead?”

“But I am having fun. Besides, I think I’ll feel guilty having fun knowing that you’re in pain.”

“C’mon Steph. I mean, I don’t want to tie you down to having you deal with my time of the month,” Kylee’s voice quivering a bit. “I-I can handle it on my own. It’s a waste of time having to deal with…..this.” Kylee has always hated this aspect of her body. It annoys her. It grosses her out. The last thing she wants is to drag someone down with her.

Steph looks at her in concern, wiping away Kylee’s tears. Kylee didn’t realize she was crying until Steph started doing that for her. She quickly became embarrassed and wiped her eyes vigorously with her own hands. “God, sorry *sniffs* Just my hormones. I hate being this weirdly emotional.”

Steph grabs a hold of her hands and rubs them softly with her thumbs. She kisses them. “It’s not a waste of time if I’m with you.”

Kylee sniffles and gives a chaste kiss to the lips. “I’ll make it up to you one day.”

Steph kisses her back.

“You already are.”

Kylee smiles at Steph through a deep, tender gaze, slowly feeling the drowsiness weighing heavily on her eyelids. Steph reciprocates by nuzzling her nose onto hers. The aching cramps are still there. The blood flow is still as heavy as ever. She’s still nauseous and her headache prevents her from being able to think straight. But she’s glad to know she has someone who’ll still be there at her worst. I’m not alone anymore, she’s here. Kylee thinks that to herself as she finally goes to sleep.

#this is my first time ever posting a fic of mine so comments + critique is greatly appreciated!#im actually a bit nervous before posting this lmao X)#hachichifics #<——- new tag #south park #rule 63 #fem!style #sp style #stan marsh #kyle broflovski #genderbent #period tw #menstruation tw

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Remedy – A Fem!Style Hurt / Comfort Fan Fiction (Final Version)

Kylee (Kyle) is bedridden due to severe dysmenorrhea. Steph (Stan) is there to make her all feel better.

Inspired by a Fem!Style anon who encouraged me to make some Fem!Style content of my own. Also huge thanks to @allymumu for peering through my work before submission 😭💕

This is the final version of the fanfiction before I upload it on AO3, which is when I get the invitation link. The former draft is still in my old account.

Her mom said she probably got it from her, adding a list to the other weird bodily habits that she’s inherited from her parents. Though dysmenorrhea is anything but rare, she can’t help but feel alone knowing that other girls have light periods and relatively manageable pain. Kylee often has to plan her week around it, gauging on how she can micromanage her physical and mental well-being, but painkillers and careful scheduling can only do so much.

Kylee rolls over in bed, hand on abdomen, feeling the nausea wave all around her. She glances at her digital alarm clock on her bedside table. 3:35 pm. Steph should’ve been here by now. Steph promised to come over after she gets ready with her stuff after school. They promised to sleepover, an activity they do every weekend ever since they got together. Steph initially wanted to cancel after hearing how Kylee skipped classes due to her period, but Kylee told her that she desperately needs all the emotional support she can get right now. After all, the idea of not seeing Steph for an entire weekend makes her tear up a little. Things like this shouldn’t matter, but her hormones definitely override her ability to think critically at a time like this.

Kylee lays restlessly on bed. She hasn’t had any sleep. The pain prevents her from doing so peacefully. Going on her phone doesn’t do wonders either, since the glaring blue light can easily sting her tired, green eyes. What’s taking Steph so long, she wonders. It should be an early dismissal today.

Just as that thought emerges, a familiar cadence of rhythm can be heard going up the stairs. Even before hearing a knock on the door, she immediately knows who stood before it.

“It’s open,” Kylee asserted weakly. Steph immediately walks in with her somewhat boyish academic backpack and a cheap white take-out plastic bag you get at those hole-in-a-wall restaurants. Her hair looked somewhat messy today, albeit oily despite the frigid temperatures.

“Hey Ky,” Steph walks over to the bed, placing an affectionate kiss on her sweaty forehead. She stares at her for a bit and smiles sympathetically. “That bad, huh?”

“I feel like absolute shit,” Kylee grumbles.

“Third day, right?” Steph asks.

“Yeah,” She slowly slides her way up to a sitting position. “Still as heavy as ever. Thank god we don’t have school tomorrow.”

“Yeah,” Steph sits down at the edge of the bed. “We can just chill all day. And you can get plenty of rest and downtime” she says while affectionately ruffling Kylee’s head.

“What happened while I was gone?”

“Oh, uh, nothing much. I brought your homework for you,” Steph sets down the plastic bag on the floor and her backpack. “But that’s like the last thing I want you to do right now.”

“How much is it?”

“3 pages for math and 5 pages in bio. Supposedly we were supposed to have none for bio, but Cartman had to go and piss Ms. Stevenson off,” Steph says dejectedly.

“Typical,” Kylee crosses her arms, “I’m glad we share the same classes together though. I don’t think I can handle asking Cartman for notes.”

“Yeah,” Steph gets her handkerchief to wipe the sweat from Kylee’s forehead. “Do you want to rest some more? I can leave you be while I do my stuff.”

“No, no. I want to keep talking to you. It’s been so boring lying here all day.” Kylee glances down below. “What’s in the bag?”

Steph tries to contain a smile by biting her lip. “Uh, what bag?”

Kylee raises her eyebrow, “The one on the floor.”

“Hm?” Steph swiftly turns around to look at it. “Oh yeah. I was hoping you’d ask. You sure you want to know?”

“…Yeah?” Kylee says hesitantly.

Steph leans in closer, cheekily smiling at this point. “Seriously?”

“Yes, Steph.”

“Are you sure you’re sure?”

“Yes, Steph!” Kylee throws her arms in the air. “I’m 100% sure!”

“Okay, okay. Calm down,” Steph says while putting her arms out defensively. “I’ll get it, okay?”

Steph leans down as if she has all the time in the world, moving at a snail’s pace. She extends her arm, touching the white, opaque handles with delicate care by her fingers. She pauses for a bit, and then turns to look at Kylee with a serious expression.

“But are you sure though?”

“H’you bitch,” Kylee playfully kicks Steph’s side as she laughed at her response. “I’ll stain myself if you keep this charade up.”

“Alright, alright,” Steph quickly grabs it by the handles with brute force. She puts the bag on her lap to retrieve a rectangular black box. She places it on Kylee’s lap, for her to examine it in its entirety.

“Vans?” Kylee looks quizzically at it, “Steph, you really didn’t have to-“

“No, uh, look inside,” Steph interjects.

Kylee carefully lifts up the lid with two hands. She peers right through its contents. It isn’t shoes, much to her relief, but an assortment of items. Inside is a dark blue transparent small pouch of spherical chocolates wrapped in a nice, neat bow, fuzzy green pajama socks, a lavender-scented lotion bottle, a tiny brown glass bottle, a green heatable compress pad and 3 bags of heavy overnight pads. Kylee stares at the sight in awe.

“I, uh, thought it would be nice to make you a sort of care package,” Steph says while rubbing the back of her head. “I noticed you’ve been overworking yourself the past few days. And to top it off, you’ve been doing it while on your period. So I figured getting you things that’ll help it hurt less.”

Kylee is just frozen, individually scanning each of the items displayed right before her. Taking it all in.

“…Do you like it?” Steph asks hesitantly.

Kylee quietly closes the box and sets it to her side. She wraps her arms around Steph in a tight embrace. She smiles dumbly by her shoulder. “Thanks Steph. This was really sweet of you.”

Kylee feels Steph wrapping her arms around her waist, reciprocating the hug. She plays with her curls affectionately as she sinks her face against her side of her neck. Kylee likes it when Steph plays with her hair like that. Usually her hair is off-limits from being touched, especially due to a little someone pulling on them to get her attention. But she trusts Steph enough to be nice and gentle with her. Just like she trusts her with other facets in life.

“…I’m sorry if I stink,” Kylee says to break the silence.

“You don’t,” Steph inhales deeply. “You still smell just the same to me. You’re like the cleanest person I know.”

“Hm, I guess. I just….feel really icky right now,” Kylee sighs, letting go of the hug to look at the box once again. She re-opens it to look at everything with a sense of amazement. “Can you explain each item to me? I know they’re pretty obvious, but…I’m just wrapping my head around how you got to put all this together.”

“Well,” Steph grabs a hold of the overnight pads. “These are Always Maxi. Thought you might need some extra. I know how heavy your period is, so I got the thickest kind with wings.”

Steph sets it down in front of her to continue rummaging through the box. “And this is a heating pad. I got it in your color. You can fill it up with hot water and place it on your belly,” Steph squishes it around a bit. “Want me to fill it up for you? Unless you feel hot right now, you know, since you’re sweating.”

“Nah, you can fill it up. I’m actually really cold right now. Guess it’s just a cold sweat.”

“Gotcha. Be right back,” Steph plants a quick kiss on the cheek, then heads out the door. Kylee looks back at the box and feels her heart fluttering all over again. Just how long did it take for her to compile everything? Even getting her the brand of pads she normally uses. Just when she was lost deep in thought, Steph returned carrying the filled-up weighty pad on her hands.

“You can put it here,” Steph demonstrates by putting her hand on her own lower abdomen. She slowly gives it to her. “Careful, it’s hot.”

Kylee places it below her stomach, feeling the nice heat radiating on her skin. It actually does feel nice having applied heat and pressure on that area. Like the pins and needles she’s feeling deep in her uterus is starting to dissipate little by little.

“Anyways,” Steph resumes to digging through the box. “This is eucalyptus oil. It helps aid in nausea. You can smell it, and it should help.”

Kylee gives the eucalyptus oil a few quick sniffs. It’s quite strong, almost like a combination of Vicks and a lemony citrus menthol. The sheer strength of the scent seems to have her nausea fade away a little.

“And this here is some dark chocolate. Dark chocolate is the best for periods,” Steph unties the bag and sticks one morsel out for her. Kylee eats the chocolate from her fingers. She likes how melty and rich it is in her mouth, with that added tinge of bittery dark chocolate goodness.

“I made sure it’s not *too* bitter, since I know how you are with bitter food,” Steph says as she haphazardly re-ties the bag with the bow back on, only for it to look like a crude attempt at emulating the original form. “I didn’t wrap it by the way. It was wrapped like this in the store.”

“It’s pretty good for store-bought chocolate,” Kylee laughs. “You have such a juvenile way of decorating things.”

“Sorry if I’m not as good with arts n’ crafts as you are,” Steph playfully pulls down Kylee’s hat to her eyes. Kylee lightly punches her arm in response. Steph brushes it off by grabbing a hold of the next two items from the box. “This here is a lavender-scented lotion bottle and some socks. Uh, sometimes when I’m sick, my mom likes to massage my feet with lotion and cover it with fuzzy socks. Not sure why but it helps a lot,” Steph looks away for a bit, scratching the side of her cheek. “I was thinking of doing that for you. If, if you want that is.”

“Oh, uhm, sure if you don’t mind handling my feet,” Kylee said bashfully.

“Er, alright. You can, lie down,” Steph says nervously.

Kylee slides her way back down, hoping to god that she hasn’t stained the bed in the process. Steph grabs a hold on one of Kylee’s legs on her lap, opening the lotion bottle with a *pop*. She squeezes a considerable amount to her palms and utilized friction to slather it on both surface levels on the hands. Steph applies pressure with her thumbs from the heel of the foot all the way to Kylee’s toes in an upwards, stroking fashion. Kylee is trying hard to stifle her laughter, but the sensation is both oddly pleasurable and extremely ticklish.

“H-hey!”

“It tickles, huh? You get used to it,” Steph laughs amusingly while reading her expression. “My mom often has a habit of pressing too hard to the point it hurts a bit.”

“It, it really doesn’t h-hurt for me,” Kylee still giggling at the sensation.

“That’s because I’m like gauging my strength,” Steph responds confidently. “It’s supposed to feel good after all. Don’t worry, this part doesn’t tickle that much.”

Steph proceeds to sliding her fingers against the web of Kylee’s toes. It’s such an odd sensation, but it does feel nice. She proceeds to individually coating each toe with her thumb and fingers in a circular motion. She bends the foot a little bit towards the back to give it a nice stretch. Kylee is amazed by her dexterity and skill, the way she handles her foot with care.

“Wow, you’re really good at this,” Kylee says.

“Nah, I’m just remembering what my mom does to me,” Steph responds, grabbing one of the fuzzy socks to slip it on Kylee’s foot. “How’s it feel?”

Kylee stares at her covered foot, curling her toes a little. “It feels weirdly clean.”

“Awesome,” Steph grabs the lotion bottle again to re-apply more of its substance onto her hands. She eggs Kylee to move her other foot towards her with a “C’mere” motion with her hands. “Other foot.”

Kylee puts her un-lotioned foot on Steph’s lap. Steph continues to do the same massaging process. Kylee finds the entire gesture to be really nice and comforting. It’s still ticklish and odd, but she distracts herself from giggling by watching how good Steph is with her hands. She mentally promises to take better care of her feet from now on. Or maybe not, so Steph can do this for her again.

“For some reason, this makes me feel like a baby,” Kylee says while watching Steph massage each of her toes.

“Well, you are my baby,” Steph responds genuinely.

“Pfft. That’s really corny, Steph.”

“Hey, I’m trying to take care of you, and this is the respect I get?” Steph says while feigning offense. She covers the foot with the other pair of socks. “Alright, done!”

“Thanks Steph,” Kylee instinctively curls both her toes to feel the soft, oily sensation. “Do you do this to your own feet?”

“Eh, not really. Only when I feel like it,” Steph shrugs. “It takes a lot of time to do after all.”

“Makes sense,” Kylee shrugs back.

Steph grabs a hold of Kylee’s hands. “I’ll clip your nails for you too.”

“Uhm, thanks Steph, but isn’t this a little bit excessive?” Kylee says with hesitation, a little embarrassed with how long her nails have gotten over the week.

“C’mon, just let me indulge you a bit.” Steph wipes her hands with her handkerchief to remove the slippery content from her hands. “Is it in the drawer?”

“Yeah.”

Steph retrieves a pair of nail clippers from the bedside drawer and takes her jacket off to place it on Kylee’s lap to catch the residue. Kylee would normally question how Steph doesn’t get grossed out by having her own jacket be the one to catch her nails, but she appreciates the gesture nonetheless. Kylee doesn’t want to admit it, but she likes all the attention she’s been getting from her so far.

Steph trims her nails with careful consideration, making sure she doesn’t accidentally nick Kylee’s skin in the process. Kylee wonders when it was the last time she took care of her own body. She is always hyper-vigilant in regards to cleanliness and organization, but even she neglects certain aspects of her health without even realizing it. This is especially true when she’s caught up with her studies or whatever crazy hijinks she got herself into. Mostly the latter.

“There. All done,” Steph blows against both of her set of nails. She grabs her jacket to dump the nails to the trash can across the room, patting it around for any hidden ones. As she puts her jacket back on, they hear a knock.

“Bubbe, I brought some soup.”

Steph opens the door. “I’ll take it Mrs. Broflovski.”

“Oh Stephanie, thank you so much for taking care of my baby girl,” She hands the tray to her. “Be very careful not to spill it.”

“Oh, it’s no problem,” Steph retrieves it, blushing modestly.

“Do you want anything to eat yourself? We have some pasta that I can re-heat for you,” Sheila insists.

“Oh, no thanks. I’m not hungry yet. But thanks for the offer,” Steph responds.

“Okay, well like I said, if you need anything, anything at all, the kitchen is all yours.” Sheila tip-toes to see Kylee lying on the bed. “Are you okay, Bubbe?”

“I’m fine, mom,” Kylee assures her. “Really.”

“Do you need any Ibuprofen?”

“I can handle it, don’t worry,” Kylee tells her, as if Ibuprofen has had any significant change to her pain.

“Alright Bubbe. Eat well, alright?” Sheila whispers a “thank you” to Steph before closing the door. Steph walks towards Kylee with the tray of food. Chicken noodle soup.

“You hungry?” Steph asks.

“No, not really,” Kylee says. “But my mom will get extremely worried if I don’t eat now.”

“I’ll feed you,” Steph insists.

“Really Steph, it’s fine.” Kylee laughs. “It’s not like I’m dying you know?”

Her eyes widened a bit as she realizes the weight of her sentence as it slips out. She saw Steph froze a bit from that statement. Steph hands her the tray, trying to hide how visibly uncomfortable she got. “Sorry Ky, I just, get really worried you know?” Steph glances away a bit worriedly. “Like I know it’s just your period, but,”

Kylee looks at her sympathetically. It’s normal that Steph would often get uneasy whenever Kylee is bedridden. After all, she did almost die that one time. And a couple of other instances. She grabs a hold of her hand, trying to give her a reassuring smile. “I know, Steph. It’s okay. You’re already doing a good job taking care of me. I’m feeling better already.”

“Yeah?” Steph’s eyes brightened.

“Yeah, dude.”

“Heh, dude. I like it when we call each other that for some reason.”

“Yeah,” Kylee says. “It tends to slip out. Sometimes I like to think that we were guys from another life or something.”

“Yeah, maybe.” Steph smiles at her softly. She nudges her. “Go ahead and eat.”

“Eh, I’ll just take 5 spoonfuls at most.”

“You gotta eat more than that, you know?”

“Yeah, I know,” Kylee quotes with her fingers. “but like I would rather not eat anything at all, so this is practically my limit at this point.”

“Hmm, alright,” Steph responds with subtle concern.

Kylee starts scooping up the noodles with her fork, feeling Steph’s gaze burning at the back of her head. She mentally pictures Steph as like a service dog, who waits on her hand and foot to detect any signs of her needing anything like her life depends on it.

“Uh, what was lunch today?” Kylee asks to defuse the awkward silence.

“Oh, uh, pizza. Since it’s a Friday,” Steph responds as if she just snapped out of a daze.

“Oh right,” Kylee says embarrassed. “Uhm, nothing else happened?”

“Seriously, dude, nothing. Kathy was busy working her ass off for the science fair, and Cartman was busy being, you know, Cartman,” Steph said exasperatedly. “You know, whenever you’re gone, she clings onto me the most. She kept harping on about her yeast infection, which is the last thing I ever want to divulge to you about.” Steph looks at Kylee’s food for a bit apologetically. “Sorry.”

“Hah, don’t worry,” Kylee chuckled a bit. “I’m just about done eating.”

“Oh, here, lemme take it from you.” Steph gets Kylee’s tray to place it on the bedside table. She gives her the bottle water that came with it. “I-is your heating pad getting cold now?”

“Um, a little?,” Kylee takes a few sips of her water before settling it down.

“I’ll go reheat it for you,” Steph instinctively reaches out to grab it from her.

“No, Steph,” Kylee swiftly catches her hand. “Can you, just, lie down with me?” She pleads while feeling the heat go to her face. “I-I think….I’ll get warmer that way.”

There was a short pause that made Kylee nervous. Maybe she was asking too much from her already? She suddenly feels conscious about her sweaty palms. Does she actually stink after all? Steph has a history of being nauseated by blood, so could it be that she actually is grossed out by the whole situation?

Steph moves on to the bed behind her, silently slipping under the covers. She wraps her arms over her waist as she presses her body onto Kylee’s back, burying her face in the nape of her neck. Kylee can detect the warmth of Steph’s body heat, as well as that distinct “Steph” smell despite facing away from her. It’s like a combination of the pine cones from outside and cheap store-bought perfume. Kylee savors the action in total bliss.

“Thanks, Steph,” Kylee tells her softly. “Sorry about this.”

“What are you apologizing for?” Steph continues to nuzzle against her. “I was hoping you’d ask.”

Kylee smiles from that response. “Can I put this heating pad away?”

“Sure,” Steph says. “Did it help lessen the pain?”

“It did actually,” Kylee responds, placing the pad on the floor. “I just wanna be able to cuddle without having anything in the way.”

Steph softly chuckles from that. Kylee can feel Steph’s hands being placed directly on her stomach. She whispers in her ear. “Usually when I’m on my period, I sometimes rub my stomach like this to ease the pain a little,” Steph rubs the abdomen in a clockwise motion for a good while. “Feeling better?”

“I was waiting so long for class to end just to come and see you,” Steph plants soft kisses at the back of her neck. “School is boring without you.”

Kylee can feel the goosebumps rise from her skin due to how sensitive and ticklish she is around that area. She can’t help but softly giggle at the affectionate gesture. “You have such a cute laugh too,” Steph kisses her cheek. “I can listen to it for days.”

“Is that why you keep tickling me?” Kylee asks teasingly.

“I don’t know. Maybe,” Steph lightly scratches the back of Kylee’s neck to garner a response, in which she does. “I just like seeing you happy.”

They revel in the silence for a bit, just savoring in each other’s presence. She wonders if Steph is feeling the same way as her. The calming peace of just having the two of them relax in each other’s arms like this. But a nagging thought soon emerged within. Steph is doing so much for her already, going above and beyond to make her feel comfortable that she can’t help but feel guilty for selfishly enjoying this. Kylee turns her body around to face her. “Am I…really not bothering you?”

“No?” Steph responded, appearing quite taken aback at this.

“I mean, like, seriously. Wouldn’t you want to spend your weekend doing something fun instead?” Kylee insinuates.

“But I am having fun. Besides, I think I’ll feel guilty having fun knowing that you’re in pain.”

Kylee sighs. “C’mon Steph. I mean, I don’t want to tie you down to having you deal with my period,” Kylee’s voice quivering a bit. “I-I can handle it on my own. I’m used to it. It’s a waste of time having to deal with…..this.” Kylee has always hated this aspect of her body. It annoys her. It frustrates her. It grosses her out. She’s so used to carrying this burden alone, without asking for any help. The last thing she wants is to drag someone down with her.

Steph looks at her in concern, wiping away Kylee’s tears. Kylee didn’t realize she was crying until Steph started doing that for her. She quickly became embarrassed and wiped her eyes vigorously with her own hands. “God, sorry,” Kylee sniffs. “Just my hormones. I hate being this weirdly emotional.”

Steph still continues to wipe away her tears. She grabs a hold of her hands and rubs them softly with her thumbs. She kisses them. “It’s not a waste of time if I’m with you.”

Kylee stares at her to detect any lies from that statement, only to come out empty-handed. She sniffles and gives a chaste kiss to her lips. “I’ll make it up to you one day.”

Steph kisses her back.

“You already are.”

They smile at each other through a deep, tender gaze, slowly feeling the drowsiness settling in. Steph closes her eyes to kiss Kylee’s eyelids, nuzzling her nose onto hers. She hugs her closer to rub her back underneath her shirt. The aching cramps are still there. The blood flow is still as heavy as ever. She’s still nauseous and her headache prevents her from being able to think straight. But she’s glad to know she has someone who’ll still be there at her worst. That she’s not alone anymore. Kylee thinks that to herself as she finally falls asleep in her arms.

#hachichifics #long post #south park #genderbend #rule 63 #stan marsh #kyle broflovski #sp style #steph marsh #kylee broflovski #fem!style #period tw #menstruation tw

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I finally posted my fem!style fic on AO3! If you’re interested in reading a hurt / comfort wlw fic about Steph (Stan) taking care of Kylee (Kyle) while she’s on her period, then this is the fic for you? (hopefully): https://archiveofourown.org/works/38093818

#south park #stan marsh #kyle broflovski #sp style #hachichifics #hachichiposts #hachichishippinglogs #fem!style #fem!stan marsh #fem!kyle broflovski #steph marsh #kylee broflovski #ao3

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hachichimitsu · 2 years

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About Me

🕊 Zoe 🕊 She/Her 🕊 22 🕊 INFJ 6w7 🕊 Filipino-American 🕊 Commissions Open 🕊 Available for Freelance Work @ Fiverr / VGen / Artistree 🕊 Email: [email protected]

Hello! I’m Hachi! I’m a freelance artist that likes to dabble in other creative outlets in my life. Below are some of the tags I generally use:

1. #hachichiart —> Art Tag

2. #hachichiposts —> Original Text Posts

3. #hachichimitsu’s cognitive functions series —> Typology Posts

4. #hachichifics —> Fic Tag

5. #hachichishippinglogs —> OTP Tag

6. #hachichimeta —> Meta / Analysis Tag

7. #hachi answers —> Ask Tag

My art commissions are fully open! If you’re interested in commissioning me, all the commission details and info can be found right here —> click here.

I'm also available for freelance work, so if you’re interested in having me work with you on your projects, you’re free to contact me via email: [email protected]. I also take on freelance orders on Fiverr, VGen, and Artistree.

I also have a children’s picture e-book that I self-published on Amazon. I made it as a requirement for my high school thesis, so while the art there is definitely a representation of my past, I still stand by the message I was trying to send. I hope to eventually branch out this series in a form of a webcomic of sorts, for people who can’t afford to purchase my e-book for financial reasons. These characters are extremely dear to me, and I can’t wait to expound on them when I have the time lmao. Here’s a tag regarding the series: #behindtheartistichand

I also sell art merch (mainly of my sheep mascot), in which you can find here: https://www.redbubble.com/people/Hachichimitsu/shop

You simply just want to donate me cash for the fun of it? Here’s my ko-fi: https://ko-fi.com/hachichimitsu. Perhaps once I hit a certain amount of followers, I’ll open up a Patreon.

Some note-worthy things to mention, this blog is generally 15+, but I do make sure to tag any NSFW content and general triggers out there. I often post and retweet adult animation, so I’d say tread carefully if you’re a minor. I can be pretty critical with the media I consume, but most of the time, I like to expound on the positives of my favorite things. I am also very unserious.

Please let me know privately if I did or say anything wrong. Sometimes I say things without meaning to, and I’m not the brightest crayon in the box, so constructive criticism is greatly appreciated. If you take offense with anything I posted, feel free to send a DM or an anonymous ask so I can be educated regarding the subject. I’m also available for any questions, DMs and a genuine chit-chat.

Want to check out more of my stuff? Here’s my LinkTree: https://linktr.ee/hachichimitsu

MAIN INTERESTS

1. Found Family Narratives

2. Emotionally Impactful Character-Driven Storytelling

3. Western Adult Animation (e.g. yes, including the trashy kind)

4. Adult Swim

5. Well-Written Children’s Media

6. Coming-of-Age Stories

7. Magical Girls

8. Psychological Horror

9. Video Essays & Film Studies

10. Metal Bands (Primarily Doom Metal, Technical Thrash Metal, Power Metal and Progressive Metal)

11. K-POP / J-POP / Western Girl Groups

12. 4LT (MBTI), Typology, Cognitive Functions

13. All Types of Artistic Endeavors (OCs, FanArt, Comics, Film, Music, Fanfiction, etc.)

TOP 6 ANIME SERIES (IN NO PARTICULAR ORDER)

1. K-ON!!

2. Hunter x Hunter

3. Neon Genesis Evangelion

4. Ojamajo Doremi

5. Revolutionary Girl Utena

6. Serial Experiments Lain

TOP 6 CARTOON SERIES (IN NO PARTICULAR ORDER)

1. South Park

2. Bojack Horseman

3. Moral Orel

4. Code Lyoko

5. Metalocalypse

6. Spongebob Squarepants

FAVORITE MOVIES

1. Interstellar (Favorite Sci-Fi Movie of All Time)

2. Nacho Libre (Favorite Guilty Pleasure Movie of All Time)

3. Johnny Got His Gun (Personally, this is my pick of the scariest movie of all time due to the sheer hypothetical existential dread I experienced while watching it.)

4. The Shining (Phenomenally eerie from start to finish. The movie in itself was stellar. What Stanley Kubrick did to Shelly Duvall wasn't.)

5. The Mist (I hear this movie surpasses the novel, but you and I both know that I haven’t touched a book in Aeons, so I’ll keep you posted if this is #true.)

6. The Green Mile

7. Shawshank Redemption

8. Studio Ghibli Films (Particularly Ponyo, My Neighbor Totoro & Grave of the Fireflies)

9. Perfect Blue (Favorite Anime Movie)

10. One Cut of the Dead (It’s hard to recommend this movie without spoiling it, but it’s an absolute must that you finish it in its entirety before you proceed to make any further judgments)

11. Coraline (Very typical of me, but I remember this being one of the very first movies I’ve ever watched in theaters, so naturally it has a tight grip on me)

12. Interview with the Vampire (Favorite Vampire movie of all time that doesn’t seem overdone or cliché. It’s also really gay)

13. Shrek

14. The Lord of the Rings Franchise (My dad is the biggest LOTR fan out there, and so it’s natural that he converted me to his ways.)

15. Get Out

16. Us

17. Soul (Favorite children’s movie of all time.)

18. Up

19. Ratatouille

20. Toy Story 2 (I have never cried at a movie until this one.)

21. Hereditary

22. Audition (Went into it blind and came out a changed man.)

23. Texas Chainsaw Massacre (Greatest slasher film of all time in my eyes.)

24. Liz and the Blue Bird (Even if you aren't familiar with Hibike! Euphonium, I highly recommend checking this movie out.)

25. Office Space (Great in a sense that I actually want to see a series out of this.)

26. Zoolander (I reference this movie 24/7. Orange Mocha Frappechino <3)

27. The Warriors (I legit want an expansive universe of this storyline. It’s too good to pass up.)

28. Turning Red (Encapsulated my 13-year old weeby self perfectly.)

OTHERS

1. Homestuck (It’s been a good while since I read Homestuck, so my memory of the general storyline is fuzzy. I’ll re-read it once I have the chance)

2. When They Cry (Currently up-to date with the Higurashi anime and watched the live-action movies. Finally started to tackle the sound novels. Have yet to encounter Umineko and Ciconia)

3. Age of Youth (Favorite K-drama of all time.)

4. Squid Game (Battle Royale-type thriller series that tackles capitalism and the illusion of choice and free will? Sign me the fuck up)

5. Kaiji (Same reason as above, though I like Kaiji a tad bit more)

6. Majisuka Gakuen (Favorite J-drama of all time. Honestly, this series is like the movie “The Warriors”, but totally unserious and with an all-female cast plus. Also, yes, I’m biased because of my love for AKB48.)

7. Flight of the Conchords (Favorite live-action series of all time.)

8. Adult Cartoons (Bojack Horseman, Rick & Morty, The Boondocks, Camp Camp, Superjail, The Oblongs, The Simpsons, Aqua Teen Hunger Force, Home Movies, Beavis & Butthead, Daria, Smiling Friends, Aggretsuko, F is for Family, most shows from Adult Swim really 🤷‍♀️)

9. Mockumentaries + Sitcoms (The Office, Flight of the Conchords, Three’s a Company, Spinal Tap, iCarly)

10. FilmCow (I absolutely love everything they put out.)

11. The Eric Andre Show (A good friend recommended me this show, and I haven’t stopped since.)

12. Nathan for You (My humor condensed into one show.)

13. Undertale (Will pick up Earthbound, Omori, LISA: The Painful eventually)

14. The Haunting of Hill House / Bly Manor (Don’t let the jump-scares deceive you. It’s a genuinely good character-driven horror series.)

15. Fictional Children / Adolescents Overcoming Dangerous Scenarios (Digimon Tamers, The Promised Neverland, Alice Academy, Code Lyoko, The World Ends with You, Total Drama Island, Danganronpa, Infinity Train, Stranger Things)

16. Shounen Anime (Hunter x Hunter, Yu Yu Hakusho, Mob Psycho 100, Dragon Ball Z, Soul Eater, Fullmetal Alchemist)

17. Magical Girl Anime (Sailor Moon, Cardcaptor Sakura, Tokyo Mew Mew, Mermaid Melody, Puella Magi Madoka Magica, RWBY, Panty & Stocking with Garterbelt, Princess Tutu, Powerpuff Girls (Including Z), Bee and Puppycat, Star vs. The Forces of Evil, Steven Universe)

18. Melancholic / Bittersweet WLW Media (Liz and the Blue Bird, Adachi to Shimamura, Sugar wa Otoshigoro)

You know what? Check out all of my favorite type of shows at my Trakt.tv account: https://trakt.tv/users/hachichimitsu

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