Cartman x Wendy

Candy

-Marshmallows-

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Cartman was a food person. He liked all sorts of food—it didn't matter the taste, the look, not even the origin of which it came. Growing up to having a mother that could cook did wonders for his obsessive food cravings. He knew she only did it to cover up what he heard her doing the night before, but that never really bugged him too much.

But the odd thing was, his favorite foods were the ones you couldn't make in the kitchen.

Cartman liked food that you could buy at the gas station overpriced. The food that came in a bag. Whether it was sugary or salty or in-between, it didn't matter.

When he was younger, he absolutely loved Cheesy Poofs. They came in a bag. They were salty and cheesy and the crunchy sound was so satisfying. It was like the sound a Jewish person's bones made when they were thrown in the fire at Auschwitz. It excited him. They always put a smile on his face.

But lately, his cravings drew more and more away from the cheesy snacks and went more towards something...sugary. Sugary and squishy.

Like marshmallows.

The squishing sound they made when he pulled them out of the bag and chewed on them reminded him of a Nazi squeezing the life out of the organs and hearts of all those pathetic Jews.

This was practically orgasmic.

One day, Cartman was walking around the schoolyards at lunch, popping marshmallows into his mouth and savoring their taste, when someone called out to him.

"Hey, fatass, give me a marshmallow."

Cartman glanced over at the Jewish boy holding his hand out to his bag of sweet treats. He frowned and pulled the bag away, shoving a few in his mouth. "Hell no, Jew! These are my marshmallows!"

Kyle tried to reach around him in hopes of grabbing just one white sugary squishy treat, but failed when Cartman pushed him away.

"C'mon, dude, he doesn't have any lunch. And you always have food," Stan defended his fuming redheaded friend.

Cartman, being the selfish fatass that he was, shook his head. "No! They're mine. The Jew always has money and you never see him giving any of that away. Why doesn't he go buy his own lunch?"

"Don't belittle my people, tubby!" Kyle shot back.

The brunette snorted, shoving another marshmallow into his mouth. "Whatever. Still not giving you any of my marshmallows." With that, he walked away, still eating his current favorite treat.

Wendy, seeing all this from her position next to Stan, stood up. "Let me talk to him," She smiled over at Kyle. "I'll get you some marshmallows, Kyle."

"Uh, that's okay, Wendy, you don't have—"

"No! You deserve some of those marshmallows and Cartman's being a fat bitch. I'll get you some. Just sit tight, okay?" Wendy was scary when she was determined. There was no convincing her once she had her mind set. Kyle nodded and sat in his original seat on the other side of Stan.

It was true that Stan and Wendy had broken up a long time ago, sometime at the end of fifth grade, and they were now in seventh, in Middle School. But over the years, she lost most of her bitchiness and stopped dating so many guys and dumping them within weeks. Now, she mostly hung around either Bebe or with the boys—it didn't matter if she and Stan weren't going out anymore, they didn't mind.

Wendy easily caught up with Cartman and put a hand on his shoulder, gripping his tightly. "Cartman, why don't we take a little walk?"

Cartman blinked, glaring at her. "What the hell do you what?" He tried shrugging off her hand to no avail.

"Just come with me," She smiled sweetly at him, leading him to a deserted hallway. When she was sure nobody was around, she crossed her arms across her chest and got in that 'you're screwed' pose, her violet eyes trained on him. "So what do I have to do to get some of those marshmallows?"

Cartman glared at her, eating a few more. "Nothing. They're mine,"

Wendy matched his glare. She was about to say something, when she got a brilliant idea, as was her way. She leaned back and smiled. "Toss one to me."

The fat boy looked at her like she was nuts. "What?"

She rolled her eyes. "Toss a marshmallow at me," She pointed her her face. "If I can catch one in my mouth, then I get the whole bag."

"What!? No way!"

"Fine. If I can catch three in my mouth, I get the whole bag,"

Cartman eyed her slowly. She had to be bluffing... Right? Right. She was totally bluffing. There was no way she could do something so...well, amazing, in Cartman's point-of-view. He huffed. "Fine. Three. No re-dos. Now open your mouth,"

Wendy gave him one last smirk before awaiting the marshmallows.

Cartman tossed one at her, standing across the hallway. She caught it perfectly in her mouth, chewed, then swallowed it. He frowned. "...Lucky shot," he grumbled, pulling out another. This time he tried catching her off-guard and threw it to her left.

Wendy was expecting this and easily moved her head to her left, catching the marshmallow just as easily as the last. Cartman gawked, getting out the final marshmallow a little more nervously this time.

He back up a little more this time before throwing it. Then he tossed it way over her head. Wendy saw this coming too. She merely took a few quick back-steps until she hit the wall, watched the marshmallow carefully bounce off the wall over her head, then she turned and leaned forward, catching the treat on her tongue and slipping it into her mouth successfully.

She then turned back to Cartman, who was standing there in disbelief. She strolled cockily over to him. "Now give me the marshmallows," she told him calmly.

Cartman grumbled a little, looking away in defeat while handing out the bag to the female. She grabbed it and looked at him. "Oh, please, get over it, Cartman,"

"Yeah, but they're my marshmallows. Now I don't have any for the rest of the day," he pouted childishly.

Wendy rolled her eyes, popping a marshmallow in her mouth. She took Cartman's chin and captured his lips with hers. Taking control of Cartman's shock, she stuck her tongue into his mouth and moved it around his a few times before pulling back.

Cartman, looking a lot calmer than he felt, licked his lips. "You taste like marshmallows."

Wendy nodded, eating one more. "Mhm."

Cartman grabbed her shoulders and kissed her again. This one lasted longer. When they pulled away for air, he smiled brightly at her. "My marshmallows."

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This is where all the one shots are going for the winners of my previous contest: Pairing Poem Contest. Enjoy! Sorry, 'Kyle's Biggest Fan'! I tried making it a Candy, but I didn't make it his POV, Dx.