Omegaverse 1/2~Style (South Park

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I'm not a reader of Omega verse. Meaning I have read Hello_Im_Crazy279 and caffeinetea writing about it and nobody else. It's going to be shit, no can do. (This WAS Stylenny but I realised that it might not fit into omegaverse
Warnings: Smut, cursing and an in denial Stan because he just is like that.
Ages: 16 all.
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Kyle's POV.

I sit back down in the back of the bus after sending a text to Stan, he wasn't at school today. My phone buzzes and I look at the screen.

'I'm sick 🤣 fml. Text me the homework dude?'

Well, fuck making sentences readable I guess. I answer him with,

'Totally, dude! What a shame you're sick... I would have come over. We haven't seen each other in three weeks (admittedly my family's fault for going out)! But come on, I would have loved to see your pretty face! Joking, of course. I think you are pretty but I don't say something like that... you know, NEVERMIND. Have a nice sick day!'

I smile at Kenny, when he runs to me and gives me a hug.

"Wait. Are you an alpha?" He asks.

I nod, laughing.

"My mom freaked out," I say.

He laughs back.

"Where's Stan?" Wendy asks.

Kenny shrugs.

"He's sick," I say.

"Poor thing. Hey. Either of you going over today, to his?" Wendy asks.

"I might," I say.

"Okay, if you do go, please," Wendy says.

She takes a book out of her bag.

"Return this to him. Will you? I was mean to two days ago and we decided every day we woulda rise the tax of this thing and if Stan's sick for long enough, I'm dirt poor. No offence, Kenny," Wendy says.

Kenny laughs.

"Stan is starting to sound like a landlord," I say, laughing.

Wendy nods.

"Although I said that I wouldn't give it back and he more joked about it," Wendy says.

I nod.

~~~~~~~We are going to show Stan's day because you probably know where this is going.~~~~~~

"Stan! Stan! Get up!"

I look down, the sudden realisation half kills me. Oh so I am an omega? Fucking really? Does this world have something against me?

"Dad, I'm sick!" I lie.

"What?" Mom asks.

"I'm sick, mom!" I lie.

Okay, not lying about being sick for about half of my life has to have something good to it.

"Okay, I'll tell your teachers. Try getting sleep," mom says.

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