#stan falling for kyle for the first time because of how PRETTY AND BEAUTIFUL his hair is

[frankensteinposm0]

"You better not have drawn Stan and Kyle without hats with a pink color palette and with lyrics from a Weezer song"

me:

[clydesdonovan]

Guitar Queer-o for the ask game?

you guys have been paying attention 👀

★ Do I like this episode? Why or why not?

YESSS okay this is one of my top 5 episodes of all time, I could talk about it for hours. imo, it’s seriously one of their best. First, we have everyone losing their minds over Stan and Kyle playing guitar hero, fully acknowledging that they aren’t really musicians, which is so funny to me. But what I love about it is the story about Stan and Kyle that’s being told. The ep highlights Stan and Kyle’s friendship so beautifully, even while it’s essentially parodying classic rockstars and their downfalls. It’s a peak style episode in how we see their dynamic: how they fall apart when they aren’t together and how they eventually find their way back again. We watch as they realize that, really, all that mattered to them was playing together. They had fun because they were doing it together, not because they were getting “famous” or because they went to parties, but because it was something they shared. And we see how they break a little when that was taken away from them. Obviously, Stan got lost in his ways for a little bit but in the end, he finds himself back where he always wanted to be: playing with Kyle. UGH I just love it

★ Favorite moment?

“I don’t need you anymore!!”

“I know. I need you.”

AHHHH

★ Least favorite moment?

Can I say the ending??? Because the ending. Not because it’s bad or anything but because it means the episode is over :(

★ Do I have an unpopular opinion about this episode? What is it?

Hmm I don’t think so… it’s a pretty well liked episode afaik. Or at the very least, it’s not disliked lol. But I know depressed Stan isn’t a fan favorite, but I love him dearly and it’s interesting that we got some little glimpses of him before it was written into canon 👀

★ Something I would change?

Honestly nothing, this episode is perfect and beautiful and I love everything about it

★ Rating out of 5?

5/5!!!

★ Anything else I want to say about this episode?

“Pretty Vacant” plays for a brief moment when Stan is totally out of it so it doesn’t even sound good but it makes me feel alive (even if it’s the weird guitar hero version)

[marianisms]

@kymanweek​

Day 5 Fantasy au with the prompt soulmates

There he is my first contribution for the wonderful week! 

Marked

   Two kings, two kingdoms, sworn enemies, destined to defeat each other, until by an irony of fate (or perhaps not), one night a certain mark begins to appear on their wrists. The magician King Eric Cartman known for his greed, perhaps powerful courage also wakes up in his castle frightened by that strange mark showing precisely the name of his greatest enemy as the name to whom he must swear eternal love.

"It can't be... of so many names, why his? WHY JUST HIS?" But his magic is not enough to be able to erase that strange mark, however much he uses his potions is not enough. "Maybe I resort to some forbidden magic," he thinks, but he knows if using can even risk his own life, which he doesn't want to lose.

    On the other side of the kingdom, the kingdom of the Drow elves, lives a young Elf King with beautiful curly red hair who walked from side to side desperate for that mysterious mark to appear on his wrist. "It can't be, it's a nightmare..." He didn't know if he cried with anger or despair, maybe the first option. "And if I try to erase it, maybe the mark will go away." He thought, "But as far as I know this is a brand of soul mate that never goes out, argh! What the hell!" He falls desperately into bed and tries to drown out his screams on the pillow, it seems that fate this time has overcome for our kings.

Then one night they decided to meet (hidden obvious, after all the two kingdoms did not want to start another war by failing to comply with one of the norms of the peace treaty that both signed very reluctantly); Covered up by his closest friends, on one side protecting his Elf King was Stan Marsh, his loyal knight and super best friend and on the other side always cheerful and bouncy Princess Kenny, the Wizard King said very clearly that he did not want company but, Princess Kenny found it all amusing and just wanted to know how the King would get away with the whole situation.

The location chosen was a beautiful crystalline pound that reflected the stars and the moon called Starks Pound. The lake was a very special place especially for elf Kyle because he used to go there a lot as a child and during his reading studies and amazingly he seems to learn magic.

"Hello princess." He started speaking with that thick, somewhat sarcastic voice of the Wizard King. "I'm not a  princess,  stop calling me that." He said turning the Elf King to that sour voice, but as soon as the two faced each other it seemed that there was nothing but them and the crystalline lake, when Kyle's emerald green eyes met those strange heterochromatic eyes of Eric, the two felt a kind of magnetism, a mesmerizing attraction that not even the most powerful magic could break.

Princess Kenny and Knight Stan decided to stand behind a bush at a distance in case something happened.

After what seemed like an eternity looking at each other, Kyle resolved to say, "We need to talk about these marks, what did you do this time? What magic did you use?" "First of all princess." The way Eric called him a princess made Kyle want to kick him and drown him in the lake. "I had nothing to do with it, simply his dirty name appeared on my wrist too." "What now?" Kyle replied, "And now it's accepting fate maybe, I'll be forced to stay with the little princess. " Eric started laughing and the more he laughed, the more Kyle's pointed ears turned red." I told you, don't call me  princess." As soon as the elf said that, a kind of fight broke out between him and the wizard, with the elf trying to push him.

"Oh my God, he's so cute when he's angry like that, look at these little red ears, my God, so cute." Finding that situation amusing, Eric let go of the elf's arms and the elf went against the ground.

"Cartman you bastard, I'll kill you!" Eric began to laugh and that's where Stan emerged from the bush ready to save his Elf King. Well, looks like the meeting's over, screw you guys I'm leaving, Kenny time to go! That's what the Wizard King said after all that. "It's not going to stay that way Cartman!" Kyle turned ready to go to his kingdom with Stan running after him.

Eric starts laughing out of nowhere and Kenny asked, "What's so funny?" "No, I can't wait for the next date." Saying that he turned around and left with a Kenny full of questions on his head.

The next day, the kingdom of elves Drow woke up a little noisy, "That fat bastard, idiot, I'm going to kill him, I don't believe he's my soul mate, argh!" "Majesty you have to calm down." Stan said it in his sweet words, but it didn't do much good. The session of shouting and calm words did not last long when it was interrupted by a message via owl from the Kupa Kingdom destined for Kyle. "It can't be, he wants to meet again." "And you will?" Asked Stan, Kyle replied, "I don't know, maybe so, just to see what the bastard wants this time."

The day went normal and the night came this time brighter as the night before. The Mage King waited anxiously seated on one of the benches in front of the pound, cautiously the Elf King approached and the Mage King stood up saying, "I believe the night before was somewhat troubled, I was nervous about this whole brand thing, please accept my apologies."

Suspicious of all this speech Kyle replied, "You suck at excuses as always but, okay I accept, I was nervous too anyway." Eric smiled with the answer and with a red face that contrasted with Kyle's red hair. "Well, since we've resolved the excuses how about a boat ride?" Eric proposed, "Ride?" "Yes, a ride prin... I mean, your majesty." Kyle found it a little funny the way the Wizard King tried not to call him a princess. "All right I'll accept the invitation." Then the Mage King led the Elf King to a small wooden boat that was anchored on the pier near the lake, the Elf King was dressed in a kind of green overcoat with orange accents which got a little in the way of the climb to the boat which caused The Magic King Eric to offer his hand to guide him and cautiously Kyle accepted.  

It was a beautiful night as always, it was a little cold, but not enough for the two kings to bother. The Magic King Eric was the one who drove the little boat, from time to time Kyle watched him how well dressed he was in a red coat over a white shirt and without his magician hat showing his brown hair, for a moment Kyle found him attractive but soon turned his face and looked to the side. "I hope you don't try to drown me in the lake." Kyle said sarcastically, "Why would I do that?" Eric asked. "I don't know, I have my suspicions." "I wouldn't do it even if I wanted majesty." Eric replied with a giggle.

The ride lasted until they reached the middle of the lake where Eric decided to stop, Kyle was surprised by the abrupt stop but, Eric decided to ask, "Can, can I see your mark?" The Elf King allowed and cautiously offered his pulse, he had never observed his mark, had the form of a golden star with the initial name of Eric. "She's very pretty." And when he said those words the elf king's green eyes soon stopped in his mysterious heterochromatic eyes. "Now I'm going to show you mine." Eric lifted the sleeve of his coat to show his wrist, the brand had the shape of a waning moon with Kyle's initial, "Wow! She's also very beautiful." Kyle replied in awe. "I don't know why fate wants us together, you know I hate you for having the Stick of Truth and having won this war." Eric started talking. "Perhaps fate may have plans for our kingdoms, I don't know." The Elf King responded with a rather sad look. It was from there that the Mage King approached and touched the face of the Elf King who calmly raised his emerald green eyes to the face of the Mage King, immediately the Mage King could not take his eyes off that face with green eyes and small apparent freckles, the same was happening to Kyle who could not stop looking at those blue and brown heterochromatic eyes , it seems that for him the world stopped spinning and there were only them and the lake, nothing else mattered now at that moment, the Stick, the kingdoms, the war, everything was forgotten.

Then for a moment The Magic King Eric used his magic and brought forth small fireflies that flashed green and red lights to make the lake brighter than it already was, as it reflected the moon and the stars, Kyle marveled at such beauty in one night but, as soon as he returned his face to the Wizard King, he simply could not resist , Eric held Kyle's face tightly, approached and his lips touched, it was a mixture of feelings inside the heart of the Elf King, on the one hand he wanted to yell at the Mage King and on the other he decided to give in. The Elf King decided to leave all his pride, the enmities aside, the discord and decided to surrender, closing his eyes and answering the kiss, began a little shy but then turned into a dispute between tongues, it was as if he wanted it a long time ago, maybe well before the damn war that led to vie for the Stick of Truth , or maybe their fate had been intertwined since children, who knows?

The kiss ended with a non-painful bite from Eric on Kyle's inferior lip, who responded with a giggle. "Maybe it's time we got back." Kyle responded still bewildered by the sensation of the kiss. "Yes, let's go back." Eric replied. Arriving on dry land, holding hands and the marks exposed, the Wizard King said, "It was a good ride I hope the Highness enjoyed it." "Yes, it was a beautiful ride but, I'm afraid we can't repeat it." Kyle answered with his head down. The Magic King approached raising his face, he did not like to see those beautiful green eyes down and said: "Nothing like a secret meetings do not serve." Kyle laughed. "True, but it turns out we're not kids to do things on the sly anymore, we're two adults and..." The Mage King did not wait for the elf to finish the sentence and gave a little kiss on his lips, "I know, I know, little elf but, it turns out that I'm in love and you are my soul mate and I'll do everything not to lose you and be able to see you." Kyle got lost in the word love, he did not believe that the Wizard King would fall in love so quickly with him.

Maybe that kiss on the boat made him change his mind, perhaps his caring way of speaking, when they looked at each other's mark, turned the arrogant, selfish, ambitious Wizard King into a caring, loving and understanding man. Kyle had his fears, he didn't want to risk his heart and his sanity right away.

"All right, we can meet in secret to get to know each other better and understand these soulmates." Kyle responded cautiously. "Sweet! Let's just say it's going to be fun, two kings venturing out in the early hours." The Wizard King said between laughs, "That's not funny Eric!" When the Elf King said that, he put his hand in his mouth and the Wizard King froze. "What did you call me?" Eric asked paralyzed, Kyle screamed and turned to go away: "NOTHING!" Eric started running after him: "Please say it again!" "I SAID, NO!" Kyle quickly started walking, "KAAAAHL PLEASE!" The Mage King laughing and finding it cute to see the Elf King's pointed ears in red began to walk behind him and the Elf King saying louder and blushing in red said, "FORGET ERIC... argh!" And the Wise King blushed even more: "HA! I knew Kahl you said, I'm so happy, my soul mate!" "Just take me home." The Elf King answered however red with shame. "Of course my little elf all for you." And so gone were the two of them holding hands and the marks shining on their wrists.

Two kings, two kingdoms, sworn enemies, destined to defeat each other, now have their souls and their hearts connected through a mark that will hardly come out, unless fate wants to once again play a trick but for now fate will be very busy with these two kings and their kingdoms probably concerned about their hidden encounters , how long will the meetings last? Who knows? Maybe that boat on Starks Pound and the stars and the moon in the sky will say.

End

[headcanon-cafe]

South Park- How you meet

I hope you enjoy!

Eric Cartman

Well, you met at the South Supermarket, you had to get groceries while your parents were at work. You were getting annoyed because you were having a goddamn hard time finding the Cheesy Poofs. As you kept walking around you finally passed a group of 4 boys who had about twelve boxes in their cart. You stop and you tapped the tallish boy's shoulder (or tried to considering how tall he is). The guy had heavyset, football player body type. He looked about to be over 6ft and hey, he was really good looking not gonna lie. Definitely not sexy or even hot but he was attractive. "Umm excuse me, mister, I was wondering what isle the Cheesy Poofs were on??" They turn towards you, the ones with the blue and red hat and the dude with a parka snickered and started making some jokes, while the guy in the green hat went back to looking for what he was looking for. The tall guy just glares at you then smirks. "Isle 14 sweetheart, all out of stock." You sweat drop and looked at his cart than back at him. "A-all out of stock??" He nods still looking at you. "Yep." He pops the p. "All our of stock. Now if you could leave us the fuck alone that would be fan-fucking-tastic." You glare at him feeling annoyed as fuck and accidentally having a little meltdown "Fuck you to FATASS!! Your moms probably a whore and your dad an asshole considering you are a WHORE LOT OF ASSHOLE!"

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His 3 friends are rolling on the ground laughing while he's staring at you eyebrows raise and mouth slightly open trying to hold back a smile. You cover your face in embarrassment and quickly finishing up shopping to get out of here as soon as possible. It took you a couple of minutes of rushing around the store to find everything and trying to avoid the group as much as possible. What a day...

Kyle Broflovski

Where the fuck is the library?!?! You've been looking for the last half an hour. You are what people call book and geek smart. Common sense is not your forte tho. This whole time you've been looking you never once thought to ask someone or check google maps. A straight A student not bothering to actually think, how funny. Anyway, you kept stomping around town getting really annoyed that you couldn't find the place when you bumped into a boy, he was pretty cute... tall about 6”, had a green trapper hat and also had a few red curly hair strands sticking out. The bump causing you to fall down although him just stumbling forward a bit. You being your awkward self forgot to say words and just kept staring at him. "Umm hey there... you new here??" No answer from you AT ALL. "Hello?? You're not retarded are you??" You shake your head no and smile still staring at him. "Okay..." you nod and repeat him without knowing "Okay!" He backs away slowly and smiles like he wants anything more than to walk away now realizing how stupid you sound. Before you could apologize, he awkwardly shuffled away before saying "Nice to meet you but I have to go do uhh... do anything else." Walking away before anything else could happen. You just sat there on the ground hating yourself with a passion.

Kenny McCormick

You were new to South Park and you decided 'hey, why not explore' so for the last few hours you've been nothing but site seeing and exploring to get used to the place. You were at the final place of the night, for its 1 AM, (not like your parents care.) in short, you're from a rich family. And they trust you too much. They never ask where your going, hows your day been, what you did, how you feel or what your grades are! In fact, they trust you to make your own food so you have to make all of your own meals yourself. You can ask for as much money as you want and they have NEVER asked what it was for. Some people might say this is child Neglect (including you) they say they just trust you and is just busy. Anyway it was around 1 in the morning and you have just arrived at the lake when you noticed a person with blonde hair and a heavy coat, it almost looked like a parka. You carefully walked up to the person trying to figure out if you should run or talk to them. Finally deciding to talk to them you spoke up. "Um hello...?" As soon as you said that he quickly put his hood up and jumped up. A cigarette falling out of his mouth. He looks to where the cigarette fell and cursed now stepping on it. "You know, as much as I hate living here I'm surprised I haven't burned it down yet." It sounded really muffled with the coat, it sounded as though he was mostly talking to himself. Deciding to answer "Why haven't you?" He looked at you surprised and then sighs "All my friends and my little sister live here. Don't wanna risk it." You smile, shove your hands in your pockets and give a shrug. "Hey man, sometimes you just gotta break the law, it's an urge." He looks at you smirking "Oh yeah and what laws have you broke, missy?" "You know the occasional Grand Theft Auto, maybe some shoplifting." He raises an eyebrow. "Really?" "Definitely...! Yeah, no. The only thing I've ever shoplifted was a bar of soap from some Bed and Breakfast Hotel..." he laughs and shakes his head "Thought so." Well after about 45 minutes of talking you finally were about to leave. "Well it was nice meeting you..." "(Y/n) (L/n)." "(Y/n), that’s cool." “And you are??" "Kenny... Kenny McCormick." You guys shake hands smile at each other and then go your separate ways.

Stan Marsh (This was soo hard. I had really bad writer's block for Stan.)

You just arrived at South Park and it was now 7 AM' Ehhhhh it's too earrrrly for this shit.' So what better way to wake up than coffee from your friendly neighborhood coffee shop. Right as you entered you got knocked down by someone. Before you could yell at him you could see the sadness and embarrassment in his eyes. "A-are you okay??" He pulls his blue hat down more and looks down, avoiding eye contact. "Sorry, yeah I'm fine." 'He obviously isn't' you stand up and offer him a hand smiling. "I'm (Y/n), I'm new here! Think after I get a coffee you could show me around a bit. Maybe some pointers on this town and the people?? No offense but I heard people here are a little weird." He smiles awkwardly looking up at you for a bit before taking your hand. "And you heard correctly. Everyone here is either mentally insane, morally insane or hang out with one of the two groups. Sadly for me, I fall into the third one and a lot of the times they fall into each other. I'm Stan." You shake his hand "A pleasure to meet you." You day smiling. He gives a weird side smirk rolling his eyes. "I'm sure it is."

Butters Stotch (Also he's a little outa character for this sorry 😐)

"Oh my god, the first day of school in a new town. Are these people even sane?? Will they like me?? DO I EVEN LIKE ME?? FUCK!! Alright! Just smile it will all be okay! SHIT!! DID I EVEN BRUSH MY TEETH?!?!? FUCK FUCK FUCK!!" While you were silently freaking out in your mind you felt a tap. You turned around to see a boy who looked to be around 18. With beautiful blonde hair. Although he had a baby face obviously had some maturity in him. You smile awkwardly at him. "Heyyy... OMG IM NOT IN YOUR WAY AM I?!?!" You take a step to the side knocking into someone "Hey, watch it looser!" Someone snaps at you. "S-sorry!!" 'Ohh my god... all I am is a fuck up." The guy who tapped you a second ago frappes your arm pulling you a little closer to him "Yeah uhm stay away from him... That's Eric, and although he kinda funny he doesn't really make you feel too great about yourself." You run the back of your neck "Oh okay." He smiles standing up straight "I'm Butters!! I could help you around if you want! I realize it could be kinda stressful here. H-heck, I'm always stressed and I'm not even new here." You smile your hand still rubbing your neck. "Yeah... that would be awesome actually." "Awesome! Follow me!!" You stop for a sec "Is Butters your real name?" "Yeah kinda I guess now come on, it's Lucy and I wanna talk to you why I can!"

[parti-pooper]

Headcanons for Stendy Family?

Alright, Anon! The time has come! OvO/ I don’t know if these are the kinds of headcanons you had hoped for - but I hope you can enjoy them anyway. uwu

Stan proposes to Wendy on the night of a wedding reception. Drunk. After puking. With no ring. Seeing his friends get married that day made him get mushy, and so he downed a bunch of liquid luck in the hopes of getting up enough courage to ask her to marry him. He thought it’d be romantic. Cue Wendy having to say nope after watching her beautiful, beloved boyfriend eject his guts and slur, “Wen-dyyy I larvuI lff fugignk larvaruu youuu,, marr meh ples marr meybeb…”

Wendy tells Stan what he did the next morning, and he gets embarrassed as he explains his thoughts last night. Wendy asks if he was genuine, and Stan says yeah, he really was. “Ask me again,” she says. “I don’t know,” he laughs nervously, “I’m kind of scared you’ll say no again.”  He pulls at his hair anxiously and averts his gaze, but she grabs his hand and makes him look into her eyes. “Ask me again,” she says, and he can’t deny her. “Okay, uhm… Wendy, I love you. Will you marry me?” He winces, pained, while he waits for her response. She smiles easily. “Yes.”

And that’s how Stan proposed to Wendy, drunk, and then proposed to her again, hungover. Still a better love story than Twilight.

They have a winter wedding. It snows on the day, and so Wendy and Stan both have white flakes in their black hair in all their wedding photographs outside the church. His horrible friends make dandruff jokes, but Stan and Wendy are so happy, they can’t even care. They’re shivering and smiling the whole day long.

Wendy keeps her last name, which Stan is disappointed about after all of those years writing Wendy Marsh in the margins of his notebooks, but he respects her decision.

They honeymoon in Hawaii. They’re a basic bitch couple, at the end of the day. (Butters sets them up, btw. Mahalo Rewards Card, biiitch!)

They were living together even before marriage, so they just continue to live like that for the first year of marriage. It isn’t long before Wendy gets pregnant though (Marsh men move fast, f.y.i., they end up being the first couple in their group of friends to have kids) and they quickly realise that their one-bedroom apartment probably isn’t the best place to raise a kid.

They end up moving to a cramped little house in a different area of their city. Stan wanted to move somewhere with a big backyard and a nearby park and quiet, safe roads for his kid to play in, like back where he grew up. But they had to stay in the city while Wendy finished her PhD.

It’s hard to make ends meet while Wendy’s working on her thesis and a part-time job while pregnant (with all of the discomfort that implies), and Stan’s trying to make enough money for the both of them doing whatever job he can. It’s a very poor time for them. There’s a lot of stress and a lot of arguments break out between them. They go to bed angry sometimes.

…But they always make up eventuality. It’s the hardest nights that make them cling the closest.

Stan and Wendy end up getting two babies for the price of one. They find out they’re having twins, and their stress just doubles.

They work themselves to exhaustion trying to save up enough money for their stork delivery, taking extra shifts at their work. They sleep whenever they’re not working. They forget to eat. Some days, they don’t even see each other. When they do, they can’t even muster the energy to just talk.

Sometimes they forget what it’s all for.

They remember again when Wendy finally gives birth, and they have their beautiful twin daughters. Stan holds one in each arm, and cries the whole time. Kyle, Cartman, and Kenny arrive pretty much instantaneously, being that over-dependent surrogate family they’ve always been to him, and all just hug the ever-loving shit out of Stan and coo over their new nieces.

Wendy gets a visit from all her girlfriends, too. Bebe, Nichole, Red, Heidi, Annie, and more, all come bearing gifts like the Wise Men at Jesus’ birth.

Having twins is no fucking party. Have you ever tried to soothe two babies crying at once? Stan and Wendy can’t take turns; they both have to get up in the night when the babies cry. The sleep deprivation is real, you guys.

Wendy has to take time off from her part-time job due to maternity leave, and she has to finish her thesis from home, so she stays and looks after the twins in the day. Stan goes to work all day, and then he takes over at night when he gets home.

Sometimes Gran’pa Randy and Gran’ma Sharon will take the kids off their hands for a weekend just so that Stan and Wendy can catch up on some fucking sleep. Stan has never loved them more than when they do that.

The twins grow up to be absolute terrors. Neither Stan nor Wendy know where they got their mischievous side from, but boy did they get it. Like, why are they so determined to stick pointy things in power outlets? Why do they constantly want to put small objects in their mouths? Why don’t they want to wear diapers? Why do they like to scream at the top of their lungs when their mom is working? Why do they think the wall is the best place to draw on with crayons? (Uncle Cartman is so proud, btw.)

Stan and Wendy swear up and down that they are never having another one. Never, ever. Nope. Not a single one. Two is more than enough. No.

Two years later, Wendy is pregnant again.

She’s finally finished her PhD though, so they think it’s finally time to move to that huge house with the big backyard in a nice neighbourhood like they always talked about.

“No, Stan, we’re not getting a dog too. We barely just got the girls potty-trained, and we still have to take them out on leashes. That’s all the dog we need right now.”

She gives birth to their son, Thomas, not long after. And thank goodness, he inherited his father’s quietness and is not as unnecessarily loud as his sisters. He also inherited his father’s sensitivity, however, and he cries at near-anything. A very fussy baby. He lives in his daddy’s arms, and he is literally, actually scared of his own shadow. His big sisters bully him a lot.

But they won’t allow anyone else to bully him. Like their mom, they stand up against any tyranny (that isn’t their own). Also like their mom, they are ferociously intelligent, and their parents fear them for it.

All three children have the same black hair and blue eyes as their mom and dad and grow up to be the absolute spit of their parents.

When Stan and Wendy look at their children, they quite literally forget all those years of hardship they went through; because what is that suffering, now, compared to this bliss?

Stan is such a sappy dad, in fact, that he writes songs about his children, for his children, and sings to them on his guitar.

Then the girls try to steal his guitar and almost break it with their careless strumming because they can’t appreciate nice things when they’re, what, six? Seriously, Stan, what did you think would happen?

But they quiet down and listen when Stan sings them a lullaby at bedtime.

Also, Stan is a pretty big push-over. His kids just need to bat their baby blues at them and he’s wrapped ‘round their tiny fingers. An ice-cream? You got it, honey. A pony? Anything for you, sweetie. What’s that, now? The assassination of the US president? Just hold on, cupcake, I’m on my way to D.C. right now.

I swear, Wendy “Don’t Fucking Test Me” Burger is the only force keeping that family from falling to the whims of their terrible twins and the wants of their infant son.

She makes sure they brush their teeth and eat their greens and look both ways before crossing the street. She has full folders of their medical and dental history organised in chronological order. She already has a college fund set up for all three kids that she keeps money flowing into monthly. She helps them with their homework (mostly Thomas, the girls do fine on their own). She’s a fucking scary force of nature, man.

…But maybe she lets Stan get that dog one day.

Uncle Kyle, Uncle Cartman, and Uncle Kenny visit often, and bring their own kids when they have them too. They reminisce while watching their children run around, playing and fighting, like they all used to do as kids. And they spoil Stan and Wendy’s children absolutely fucking rotten, and that doesn’t fucking help, guys, stop bringing the girls candy when we’re trying to teach them that locking their baby brother in the pantry is bad!!

Anyway, they’re a beautiful fucking family. I’m happy for them.

[onexxus]

Thats So Us - South Park fic (beta)

Since I don’t have a AO3 account yet, I thought why not post this here. Leave a comment and your thoughts. English is not my first language and this has not been beta read yet. Thank you !  ------------------------------------------------- "Are you sure , you just don't wanna stay at home and help your mom out , son? " Randy said in a pleating voice. Stan stood at the door , suitcase in hand , awaiting his taxi to the Colorado collage campus. It was a bleak Saturday morning, just a full weekend before the start of the semester. He know some of his 'old gang' had already arrived there by now. "Randy, don't be so dramatic. You weren't dramatic when Shelly left either. " Sharon sneered at her husband, who was nearly crying. Okay, scratch that he was bawling his eyes out. Stan simply sighed and rolled his eyes before pinching the bridge of his nose. " Dad, please. It's not like I am going off the world map. Come on dude..." He sighed deeply.  He surely had cried the nights before, not only because Wendy decided to break up the night before he would leave, but also because he had so many memories here in South Park.  He hugged his parents one last time and waved his 110 year old grandfather good-bye.  The taxicardriver had already opened up the trunk and the door ,signing him to get in.  Stan got his suitcase in and get in the taxi, who quickly and mercilessly drive off to his destination. For a Saturday before the start of the new semester it was fairly quiete. At least so Stan thought. He had always assumed that it would just like high school. But with more groups and culture. The lad with dark hair and a beanie left the taxi, payed the man and unloaded his suitcase from the trunk. As the taxi drove off again, he came to realise how alone he was right now. Of course he knew he would meet up with some of friends again who were studying here as well. He and Butters would follow the same courses for most of the time . Kyle would probably be with him during calculus classes, seeing he was following some lawyer course or accountant.  He wasn't sure what Kenny would be doing , he did enter college as well. But he was always a tad vague on what he'd wanted to major in. Miraculously Eric had also joined the campus grounds. Stan wasn't too thrilled about it, but it was nice knowing a lot of familiar faces were here. It made him feel less anxious. He stepped onto his dorms porch and walked inside. Some fellow students were chilling and gaming in the living area , others were talking by dorm rooms. It seemed fairly okay and normal.   " FREE THE TIDDIES ,WOOOOHHH!!" A dude steaker ran past Stan.  ' Wait was that... Kenny?' He thought, but shook his head, pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed.  Yes, just a normal and well-behaved dorm. He continued to follow the room numbers until he arrived at his assigned door. He knew he would get a roommate, but was happy he was ,so far, the only one there for the time being . He set up his stuff, unloaded his suitcase but kept his ukulele in it's bag and placed it near his desk. He decided to hang up some posters and place a photo album near his bed.  When he wanted to grab some of his clothes out of his bag, a collar fell out. It was of his dog Sparky who had passed away a few years back. He held it close and wrapped it around his wrist.  One of the reasons he wanted to major as a vetrenarian , was so he could perhaps help out animals , which he always had a deep interested for.   Once he had everything set up he layed down on his bed, resting his eyes.   --- Stan was always one of the popular people in school. No matter where he’d go, either his usual gang or some people he had never met talked so easily to him. It be about small talk, it be deep conversations about aliens or how cows digest their food. It was never boring to talk to the raven haired boy with the red poofball hat. He remembered getting it for his birthday from his grandparents. Back when they both were healthy and had joy in life. It wasn’t until after his grandmother had to move to a nursing home and his grandfather got worse, things slowly started to get more depressing. Funny how some small events, have such big impacts. His folks would fight more often, or perhaps he just noticed it more. His sister never really cared much for him, at least once he had his friends. Not that it really mattered, he had Kyle, Kenny and Cartman and Wendy Testaburger. Beautiful Wendy, they had on and off relationships more frequent that a light switch. He didn’t really get it, but they somehow managed to be together. Though in the later years it was more a facade than anything else. Still it really broke his heart this time. She wanted to have nothing to do anymore with him. Where it go wrong? Well, Stan knew where it went wrong. It was the weekend after the graduation party. And it was going to be a beautiful night, perfect for a date. He wanted to have a special night with Wendy, before he ran off to college. They had been having a great time again, after a mini pause in their relationship. The usual. They would go for dinner, a movie and remorse about memories they had of their little town in Colorado. Of the South Park elementary years and high school years. Stan got Wendy to his place, his room. He had planned it all out, his parents were out of town. His sister already out of the house and on her own. The two ravens would be together and spend the night together. Like they should have. They would have been drenched in each others sweet and waking up in the morning together, that was how it should have gone.  “Stan, what the fuck is this. Are you… Are you – “ Wendy couldn’t get the words out, holding a journal in her hands. A journal, belonging to Stan. “Jesus, Wendy don’t through my stuf-“ Before Stan could even finish Wendy pushed the journal in his hands. “You know what Stan, fuck you, this is over. Forget about anything. Have a great time experimenting at college. Or - right,  never mind, you already did. “ Crying, Wendy Testaburger ran out of the boy his room. Normaly Wendy was very understanding of stuff like this, but this was Stan. The boy she had been going out with since 3rd grade. The boy who changed for her, tried so many times to patch things up and still somehow made her feel special. The boy who had been through some pretty stupid shit, but would tell his girlfriend everything. The were no lies or big secrets in this ‘light switch’ relationship. Stan had promised her so many times , she was the only one he would ever love. And now that she had seen a differnt side of him, it almost seemed like he had cheated on her and made a fool of her. At least , that is how she felt. Continueing to cry, she ran away from the boys room, his house, his street.  The boy, falling into a slum , he grabbed the bottle of jack and Daniels from his drawer and began drinking it away like no tomorrow.  He sat up on his bed, crying and ripping each page from his journal. He looked at his phone. He could have called her, but he knew it wouldn’t solve anything. She now knew, a secret he had carried with him since 6th grade. He looked through his phone numbers, Kyle being on top of the list. His super best friend. Sure they had a major fall out somewhere in 2016, but somehow they managed to patch things up. He pressed ‘call’ and hoped for the best. Kyle had been on holiday in New Jersey for the summer until he’d go to college. The same college Stan would enter in about a small 2 nights.   It remained silent. “Hey, it’s Kyle –“   “Kyle, I-“   “-I’m not hear right now, so leave a mesg. “ Stan sighed and dropped his phone from his hand onto his bed. Tears rolling down his pale face.  “Guess it’s just you and me now…. Heh…” insanely laughing and raising his -already half emptied - second bottle to the photo of him and Sparky.  ---  “ Guess it’s you and me now.” A familiar voice said. Stan heard a door open and close, opening his eyes in front of him stood a man with ginger hair, styled but still a mess. He sat up straight on his bed when he recognised who the figure was. “ Kyle?!” Overly happy to see his friend he sprinted out of bed and glomped him. Stan noticed the boy who he had spent nearly his whole life with, had grown a bit taller since last time they’ve seen each other.   Kyle had arrived about a week earlier, not by own choice but more because Gerald and Sheyla had pushed him to do so. “So you can prepare. “Those words echoed through the ginger-haired boy.   His dad had drove him to campus and although he didn’t exactly like that idea, he had a few nice short convos with him. Though, he slept through most of the ride anyway.   Once there he had said good bye again to his dad before going off onto the campus ground with a way too heavy suitcase his parents packed for him. He would’ve much rather done it himself, but he guessed starting an argument before he left wasn’t a smart idea. His parents did sign him up for this college and funded the majority. Even though it wasn’t anything in his dream job field, he didn’t hate it. And the paycheck wouldn’t be too bad. Kyle quickly found his room and got settled in. He unpacked most of his stuff from his gigaton weighing suitcases. It was mostly just clothes and a few trinkets. He hanged all the clothes in his closet and put some books and a laptop on his desk. Even though it seemed like his folks had packed an entire house for him, the room was pretty much still empty. He didn’t have a roommate yet, but frankly he didn’t want one either. He just wanted to spend some relaxing alone time in his room not to be joined by some assdouche that smoked weed or played loud music. He didn’t mind any parties though, which were bound to happen at some point in dorms like this. He just wasn’t too fond of having chaos in a small confined room, that was meant for studying and sleeping. Plus, he had to share his space with a younger brother, parents and friends that would visit whenever they pleased. So, for once having a place to himself, was such a freedom.   He did imagine that, yes. He however did not imagine a few days later he would step into the room seeing his super best friend Stan again. It was pleasure to share that small piece of freedom with him.   “Hey, dude. “  

[ninawritesastory]

Stab to Kyle 11

(I know that’s a typo, but I’ve been laughing my head off thinking about Kyle having an anthropomorphic knife named Stab. xD Anyway, have some angst!)

At sixteen, there were things Stan Marsh should be focusing on.

That assignment for Algebra II that’s due tomorrow and he’s had a week to work on but hasn’t even touched; figuring out how to tell his dad that he really didn’t give a shit about football; getting used to calling Wendy Wendyl.

But, instead, Stan Marsh’s brain was completely focused on everything and anything related to one Kyle Broflovski.

That one particularly stubborn curl that fell over his forehead no matter how he cut or styled it; the way he chewed on the ends of his pencils and pens when he was focused; the cute little cluster of moles that existed on his right hipbone, the one Stan could only see when Kyle stretched just right; the fact that Kyle had taken to wearing clothes that fit his frame exceptionally well and drew Stan’s eyes to every lean, strong muscle and the particular curve of his waist and the round fullness of his ass….

Stan pressed his teeth into his bottom lip in an effort to stop that particular train of thought.

There was nothing wrong with being gay or having gay thoughts. Granted, the only ‘out’ kids in his class were Craig and Tweek (who had been out since they were ten), and Bebe, who came out as a lesbian on the first day of freshman year. He was pretty sure Red was also a lesbian, but she never said anything and didn’t seem to be interested in dating anyone at school. But, the thing was, Stan was pretty sure he wasn’t gay. He couldn’t be; he’d been with Wendy for years, and while Wendy’s decision to transition hadn’t been what killed their relationship, it was pretty much the final nail in the coffin. Stan couldn’t see himself with a guy, not even a guy who used to be a girl.

But he could see himself with Kyle.

He could see himself doing everything with Kyle. From his wet dreams and craziest fantasies to daydreams about buying a house together and getting a couple of dogs. It was the second part of that that let him know he was completely screwed. He was already aching for a level of commitment way beyond their years. Kyle had the next twenty years of his life planned out, and not one of those plans included or depended on Stan.

Kyle was going to an Ivy League school. He was going to graduate valedictorian with honors and plenty of job offers and he was going to live in a rich town doing what he loved best and he would never, ever have to step foot in South Park again so help him Moses. Stan, on the other hand, had no plans. The only thing he could think of was that he’d probably enlist in the military right out of high school in order to kill two birds with one stone: get money for college, and buy himself some time to figure out what the hell he wanted to do when he got there.

Those two futures didn’t seem compatible.

“-an? Stan! You still in there, dude?”

Stan crashed back into the present, where he was supposed to be working on that fucking Algebra II assignment, not staring at Kyle’s pert ass flexing as he kicked his legs back and forth.

“Yeah, I’m here.”

“Are you really having that much of a problem with algebra?”

“Huh?”

“We’ve been studying for an hour and you haven’t done a single problem,” Kyle pointed out, an infuriatingly gorgeous smirk on his face. Fuck, Stan wanted to kiss him.

“No, it’s not—I, uh, just have some other stuff on my mind. That’s all.”

The smirk slipped into a small frown, those bushy eyebrows furrowing in concern and Kyle looked so damn cute Stan wasn’t sure how much more he could take.

“Do you wanna talk about it,” he asked, hesitating slightly because playing therapist wasn’t something Kyle was great at. People tended to confuse and irritate him, and he’d stopped trying to figure them out after nearly having a psychotic break in eighth grade. But he was almost always up to try with Stan. They’d been trying to get better at communicating again, since it now took way more effort than it did when they were kids.

“It’s nothing,” Stan replied, shaking his head. “Just…really want to quit football.”

“Then do it.”

“And deal with my dad’s practically guaranteed freak out?” Stan scrunched his face up in distaste. “I’d rather sniff Cartman’s jock strap.”

“Dude, gross! Are you trying to make me hurl?”

Stan laughed, and Kyle soon followed suit. And fuck, Kyle was so beautiful when he smiled or laughed. What exactly it was in that moment that prompted his lapse of sanity, Stan would never quite be able to figure out. But whatever the reason, one second he’s laughing with his best friend, and the next, Stan’s kissing him with all he’s got.

“What the hell,” Kyle sputtered, shoving him away after a few moments of being too stunned to move. “What the fuck was that?”

“Holy shit, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry—”

“Why did you fucking kiss me?!”

“I don’t know—”

“That’s bullshit, Stan!”

“Fine! Because I fucking love you!”

It was like all the air got sucked out of the room. Stan felt his stomach lurch as Kyle stared at him, those gorgeous hazel eyes of his locked on Stan as though he were witnessing something horrifying.

“You…you…what?”

Stan felt his cheeks burn as he buried his face in his hands.

“Just…just forget it, okay?”

“How the fuck do you just ‘forget’ someone telling you they love you?!”

“I don’t know! It’s not like I planned any of this shit! I never meant to fall in love with you!”

There was a moment of silence, and Kyle averted his eyes.

“I think you should go home.”

“Kyle—”

“Stan, please. Just…just go home. Don’t make me beg.”

Stan swallowed and shoved his textbook and notebook into his backpack. He slung it over his shoulder and his feet felt like lead as he made his way out of Kyle’s bedroom. The sense that he had just destroyed his friendship with Kyle—permanently, this time—hung over him like a fucking thundercloud.

How the hell could they even begin to fix this?

[benji-deeds]

Creek-Soulmate, Part 1

"It was a normal, boring, and okay day, which I'm all for. I don't need to be sucked into anything that Stan and them always seen to be getting into. Mecha Barbara Streisand this, Peruvian flute band that; it's all too stupid.

"Anyway, I was doing something. Probably just laying down in my bed and contemplating my boring life, as usual, when I felt a dull, sudden pain in my side. I think it was around my ribcage.

"I remember sucking in pain, and rolling over onto my side. Clyde, ...was it Clyde?, yeah, Clyde was there with me. He was playing on my Nintendo. I'd gotten a new game from my grandma when I told her what happened to my birthday money. Huh? Yeah, she was great, but that's not the point.

"Well, anyway, Clyde looked over at me, and started asking me twenty questions, though it felt like a thousand. Clyde was rambling and asked if I was going to die. Poor guy. He'd still been kinda traumatized about his mom's death. He'd started being a bit more clingy after that, but I guess anyone would, right? Right.

"So, I didn't know what to tell Clyde. I just started randomly hurting.

"We went downstairs to ask my mom-I always asked my mom personal stuff; she was just easier to talk to than my dad-and she told me that it might just be growing pains, and I took that as a pretty logical answer. I had been growing recently and was getting pretty tall.

"So, I started to hurt immediately after that. My nose, even. I literally felt like I was being punched straight in the face. I remember stumbling a little, and my mom's eyes got so big.

"She didn't know what to do. You see, my family is all very logical. They don't believe in soulmates, or anything remotely supernatural-though, they were still Catholic. Tell me how that makes sense. Don't mean to offend you, but in my opinion, that's not very senseful at all.

"Anyway, so, my mom took me to the doctor the next day. She was afraid that I was suffering from sort of weird delusion. The doctor, he set me down real gentle, and explained that some people were connected by pain. Like, an empathy thing. And, when you find out who the person us you share the link with, you know they're your soulmate.

"Now, I thought this was completely ridiculous. This doctor was insane. I even told him, with a blank expression, that he needed to have his medical degree revoked.

"He just looked at me, gave me a pat on the shoulder. He smiled at me, 'One day you'll believe me', and then he let me leave.

"The next day, I was sitting with my friends. I can't remember who all was there. I know Tweek, Clyde, Token, and Jimmy were at our table. Maybe Kyle and Stan and them, too, but that's not the point. Point is, I told them about what I'd felt the previous day.

"Clyde believed me without hesitation. He'd always been really gullible, so no surprise there. He started rambling a bit about how maybe Bebe was his soulmate, and he was literally going to punch himself in the stomach to see if she would feel that pain.

"Fortunately, I stopped him before he actually did that. Anyway, I remember Tweek was looking up at me-I was taller than him-and asked what time the pain had happened. I replied with a shrug, 'Around 3-ish?'

"Tweek's eyes were huge. They were such a clear blue, I remember. He started to freak out a bit. He'd run away from the lunch table, not stopping to excuse himself. Curious, Toke and I went after him. When we found him, all curled up by his locker, he was pulling back and snapping the rubber band he wore on his wrist.

"I'd raised my eyebrow at him, asking him what the fuck he was freaking out about. He twitched. I was so awkward. I wasn't ever really good at the whole communication thing.

"Token was a bit better than myself, so he knelt down and asked Tweek what was wrong. Tweek just gave off a little sigh, 'I feel bad. My dad said that I could hurt someone in my practices. Like, when I get hurt, someone could feel it.' He'd said something like that, but with more stutters and pauses.

"That's when the pieces started to fall into place. Tweek had boxing practices around that time. And, he was wearing a bandage across his nose, like it'd been recently injured. My blush was ridiculous, I remember.

"It took me so long to eventually tell him that I liked him, and what my suspicions were. As I said, emotions aren't my strong suit, and communication falls along with that. But, Tweek was somehow a bit easier to talk to. And, listen to me now; I'm practically rambling to you about this. Of course, you're a therapist, so I guess that's what I'm supposed to do... I'm sorry. I've been talking for so long now."

Craig looked over to the woman he'd hired recently to help him sort out his thoughts. She was scribbling down what he was telling her on his patient sheet. She looked up at him, and Craig wondered if she felt his eyes on her.

Uncrossing and then recrossing her legs, she carefully spoke, "So, how do you feel now? Do you still believe he was your soulmate?"

Craig nodded, "That's the one thing I truly do believe in. He's just so beautiful...or was...I don't know, anymore." Craig sat up in his chair more, twiddling his thumbs, "The last thing that was clear to me was a blow right here." Craig laid his hand over his forearm. "As soon as I felt it, I knew something was wrong. I was taking care of our son, Clyde-he's the one we named after our friend, he practically begged us to-anyway, Tweek was off at a tournament. I guess that's why I was so immediately worried.

"He, um, he'd broken his arm, and it was supposed to be a simple operation. Someone slipped, and his bone marrow flooded to his blood, killing him immediately. It was...Doctor, it was awful. That phone call. The pain was excruciating, worse than any pain I'd ever felt when Tweek went to a tournament. Even the ones he lost, though those were a bit of a doozy.

"Anyway...I don't know what else to say. I don't feel much of anything anymore. I have children. Two wonderful kids who care about me, but they're hurting, too." Craig started to tear up, "I'm so lonely, and I feel so selfish. I don't know how to raise my kids. You know, Tweek and I were planning on adopting more, but I'm not even capable of taking care of Clyde and Juliet!"

Craig wiped at his eyes, "And, I haven't been able to work as well. My boss knows that I'm going through this, but he still wants me to be able to work on my project. He's not a dick; i-it's just that I'm the lead of the new Mars mission, and I'm stuck in figuring out who to persevere enough fuel, and-" Craig cut himself off.

His doctor, who's name was Lily, sighed, "Just hang on. I'm going to call for an increase on your dosage of citalopram, and call for you to day a couple of days off of work. It'll be excused because of medical needs."

Craig nodded, standing up. His hour with her was over.

She bid him a goodbye, and he left, walking from her office back to his house. She'd suggested him on his first appointment to walk more instead of drive. The exercise and lack of pressure of being behind the wheel was supposed to help, but it didn't, really. Craig only went to her because she was nice to talk to and was a good way of killing time.

Juliet was seventeen, about to graduate, and leave. Clyde was eleven, and Craig still had seven years to raise him. He was scared, but he was going to push through.

They needed him to be happy and stable so they could lean on him. Goddammit, Craig was going to he there for them. They deserved it. And, Tweek deserved his children to be safe.

Craig gritted his teeth, and went inside his home. Clyde greeted him, waving excitedly, "Hi, dad!"

Craig wasn't faking it when he smiled down at his son, ruffling his hair. He was happy that Clyde was able to be getting happier.

Craig went to make them dinner, one thing he was somehow good at. Putting things together in a logical order even when things are so stupidly illogical that it hurts your brain. That's Craig's expertise.

When dinner was done, and his children were sitting with him in the living room, eating and watching TV while chatting lightly, Craig felt more peaceful, more at home.

It was bittersweet. Craig could somehow see Tweek in his blonde kids, even though they weren't biologically either of theirs. They were so supportive of him, and he tried to be that for them, too.

Craig looked out of the window, and suddenly, just as he had years ago, felt a spike of pain in his side. His eyes flew open. What?

Craig thought...Only one person for each...Was Tweek al-...No, Tweek's been gone for some time now.

Craig shook his head. It was coincidence. Until he felt another bit of pain...

[writing-radionoises]

Wifi Connection

Hi! I'm Stan Marsh, I'm sixteen, male, and questioning my sexuality! Looking for friends :) He swears he's scrapped and retyped the exact same sentence over and over, wondering if it was good enough for his Instagram as he sat in the corner of his new and empty room, silently. Stan Marsh, sixteen, male, questioning. Stan Marsh, sixteen, male, questioning. Stan Marsh, sixteen, male, questioning. The info is ingrained in his mind, almost wishing he still lived with his dad so maybe he could break in and steal some of his wine or something. Stan Marsh has lived in South Park all his life, his mother eventually divorced his drunk of a father and moved far away from South Park, though. Stan, his mother, and his sister have been living in New York city for about a month now. He starts school next week, and honestly, there is nothing Stan was more scared of currently. For the first time ever, Stan Marsh was about to do something without Kyle. His very best friend, who was stuck in South Park with his dad and all his friends. His entire life, since fucking diapers, Stan and Kyle have done everything together. Hell, the ginger was the reason he began questioning his sexuality. Probably the same reason he even discovered his love for music. After moving, the only contact he has left with his very best friend is through Skype. Even so, it was rare he was able to talk to his ginger friend. And when he did, Kyle was often joined by his little brother, Kenny, or sometimes even Cartman. Sure, Stan was just happy to end to see his friend at all, but really wished he could talk to him in private, or even face to face again.   A knock on the door startled the noirette as he looked towards it. "Stan, dinner's ready and on the table. Come down when you feel like," said the soft voice of his mother. "Okay, I'll be down soon," he responded, falling silent until he heard his mother walk away from the door, then standing up. He scanned the empty room, his eyes then landing on the guitar in the corner, then picking it up. It was covering in little stickers, along with a signature from his father and one from Kyle. Kyle's handwriting was curvy, lots of loops and such. His dad's signature, which had been signed with his stage name, is much more messy. It resembles his own handwriting, the lowercase letters looking more rushed, the capital letters barely even looking like letters. Without even realizing it at first, his hands began to half-mindedly pluck at the strings, forming some kind of melody that eventually brought words into his mind. Placing the guitar aside and jumping up, Stan rushed to find a notebook and pen, beginning to scribble down music notes and lyrics. It was a strange feeling to actually be able to write a song, or anything resembling it, for the first time in many, many months. Kyle used to help him, writing down lyrics and guitar chords when he played. They'd look over songs together, Kyle pointing out good things about the songs and such to outweigh the negativity Stan pointed out. It was a nice memory. Laying in the curly ginger's lap, holding up sheet music and blabbering on and on about how bad it was, how he'd never be like his dad or anything, only to be shushed by the other and be told how beautiful his voice was because it was his voice and no one else's. It was well past his normal bedtime by the time Stan actually felt satisfied with the lyrics and music, though he cared not. In the morning, Stan was awoken by his sister, who was saying something he couldn't quite comprehend. Though, he sat up from sitting on the floor, rubbing at his eyes and standing up. He walked downstairs and grabbed the cup of coffee on the table, taking a sip as he looked around the kitchen, figuring his mother was already at work. "Dad called you earlier. I don't know what he want'th, but thoguht you might wanna known," said Shelly, practically ripping her hair out instead of brushing it. Stan nodded, heading upstairs to hole up in his room once again. He opened up his laptop, logging in and quickly regretting so as he saw his background, biting his lip. It was one of the very last pictures he had of his group of friends. Kenny sat on her knees in the snow, her hood down and long, blonde hair a mess as she smiled widely. Cartman laid against Kenny, looking bored as he fiddled with his gloves. Standing above Kenny and Cartman was Stan and Kyle, Stan clinging onto the shorter one for balance. Even though it was likely he was at least tipsy during that photo, it's definitely his favorite. The noirette opened Skype, the app already on Kyle's profile. Super Best Friend // You are you, and that's what's amazing about you <3 A slight smile came to his face as he remember what he set Kyle's name as. The last conversation they had was about how Cartman seemed to be bullying Kyle even more now that Stan was gone, to which Stan quickly ignored the responses to avoid a mood drop. Not Craig's brother: Hey Kyle, you awake? I wanna show you something. After sending this message, Stan looked through his other friends' profiles. Best Girl // You're pretty either way! Stan smiled a bit, he could  almost hear Kenny's optimistic and bright voice once again, yelling at Cartman about something. The last conversation being about her saving enough to finally get top surgery. Fat tits // Not sure if I'm mentally or physically ill but it's all good Cartman wasn't the best to talk to, sure, but it was nice to actually see his contact. Though, it's pretty clear he isn't usually active on Skype. When he is, he mainly just spams his contact list with a bunch of memes or something. There was a bing that brought Stan back to reality, quickly going back to Kyle's profile. Super Best Friend: Hey! Good morning :) Super Best Friend: I'm home alone for awhile, so sure! Not Craig's brother: Okay! Give me a moment, I'll call you Stan stood up and grabbed his guitar once again, along with the sheet music he'd written last night. He set the stuff behind his laptop, backing it away from his body as he called the ginger. Kyle immediately answered, a bright smile on his freckled face. His red hair was a mess, as always, though it made Stan want to brush it, run his fingers through the other boy's hair once again in some attempt to tame it. His green eyes glittered with tiredness, yet happiness. Obviously, Kyle had just woken up. He was still in pajamas and clinging onto a pillow. Stan waved. "Good morning sunshine, you obviously look the best right now," he snickered softly, to which Kyle shrugged. "Man, you've seen me look worse. We used to have sleepovers like every weekend, and that included weekends where I felt fucking awful," he answered, Stan nodding in understanding, "Though, good morning to you too." The noirette smiled, suddenly being brought back to reality once again as Kyle asked what he wanted to show him. Stan gave a soft "oh," then grabbing his guitar and sheet music from behind the computer. "I . . . Ended up actually writing something last night instead of trying to drown out my thoughts, haha . . . I'm really used to showing you my work, so I thought you'd like to hear . . ." He drifted off into thought, brown eyes looking off into a distance. The two fell silent for a moment before Kyle spoke once again, "Of course I would, I'm always eager to see what you've done with that guitar of yours." Stan nodded once again, taking a breath before beginning to play the tune he had written down. "I knew you once, and it was nice. I knew your brain and your heart, all your insides. Oh, I could tell, just with a look, what you were thinking. That's all it took. You shared your secrets, and I shared mine. Silence was comfy, without having to try . . . We swapped our smiles, gifted advice . . . Yes, I knew you once. And it was nice . . ." The ginger stayed in awe at the words, his green eyes wide open in slight shock that the noirette even wrote something like that. For about as long as Stan had been doing music, Kyle had known him to do complicated songs, similar to things you'd hear on the radio. Yet, somehow, a song so short and soft seemed to bring more emotion than all his past songs combined. "Stan . . . You should start posting songs on the internet. You could get money out of doing this and maybe . . . Maybe . . ." Kyle drifted into thought, biting his lip as Stan tilted his head to the side. "'Maybe' what?" He questioned. "And maybe you could come back to South Park."

Song: I Knew You Once - Dodie Clark 

[moonleeeeee]

Stan’s Return (oh god kill me)

Stan stopped and gazed into space. Oh no. It was happening; He couldn't help thinking about Kyle again. He tried not too. Desperate to avoid the thoughts that could not be, no, - would not be- held back. But like dozens of unstoppable gorgons they came creeping forward  till they filled His brain;

Kyles smile shined like water, as impressive as a venus, it filled the apartment and Stan was helplessly but willingly absorbed into them.

Kyles eyes were like marss.If you rolled them they would go quite far.

Kyles legs were like a lighthouse. Straight and tight.

Kyles chest was like a Griffins. Powerful and impossible to ignore.

How could Stan not be helpless in the face of that?.

Stan snapped out of it. But the thoughts of Kyle would be back. Would He be able to resist next time? --- One day Stan was doing Guitar Hero... --- Interlude: Stan was finding it really hard to concentrate at this movement his thoughts kept trying to think of Kyle. Despite what was happening, it was hard to focus! ---- Wendy felt really dperessed one day. She had just found out that she was adopted. Her real parents turned out to be nobels from Europe. They had a upper class spaceelivator and were mighty richt! But she had none of that richness around. It made her feel pretty bad about herself so she listened to some good music.

But long she did not have to be depressed as Stan came in and kissed her  (they had falled in love at the end of the story see). And he said: "I love oyu so much, it hurts. What is wrong with you? If you feel bad then I feel bad." So Wendy told him the whole story. He was shocked to hear this and said "I'm really shocked to hear this! Your parents are monsters!" "Which ones?" "All four of them, I don't like them. As much as I don't like Bebe!" And that was a lot because Wendy knew that Stan hated Bebe because she was unbelievably stupid and fat. But Stan took out a letter, "this had just arrived," said Stan. Wendy openend the envolupe and inside was an invitation: "Most Esteemed Wendy said the message" "You are condord invited to the royal ball of your parents. Your real parents, miss." "We hope to see you soon. Most esteamly yours, dutchess!"

Oh my, said Wendy this is rad!. But Stan was a little sceptic: "Maybe it's a trick." "Why?" said Wendy "Because there are.... rumours. Of Kyles mom still being around!" "Surely she could not come all the way to Europe!?" said Wendy confidently because she didn't think that Kyles mom could travel that far. "Hurm," said Stan contagiously, "we just have to be careful." "Hold on," exlciamed Wendy, there is something else in the invitation! "Princess Wendy, hereby we also bestow upon you the keys to the cage of a flying unicorn your parents have provided you with. Also, whenever you hold this key in your hand, your powers are increased" Wendy was really happy with that but also felt a little bad for Stan. After they had a relaction ship, Stan had taught her his Teleportation and she picked it up really well! She was now even better at Stan at the Teleportation!

So they went and picked up the flying unicorn. It was really quick and agile and flew around them like it really enjoyed itself! It took a moment but with enough training and perversion, Wendy trained it to her will! Now they could go and visit their parents!

But little did they know that the invitation was not from Wendy's european nobel parents, but from Bebe instead! And she had teamed up with Kyles mom! ----

I was introduced at the others at the base. There was of course beautiful Wendy and snarkly Kyle. Smart and clever Bebe and... and Kenny.

I too had heard of Kenny and had always been a little insecure about my feelings for him But here he stood before me, stretching and gesturing at drawings on the wall. It looked so manly, so envigorating and virilus.

And when he spoke, he sounded so... I swooned right in front of him.

"We should defeat Kyles mom," Kenny said. "I agree," said Stan, "but I'm not sure." "We can use your new friend," said Kenny. "Kyles mom doesn't know Sakura. So that should do. We can infiltrate the base like that. "But Sakura is still very inexperienced," said Stan, "And I worry about her." "Don't worry," said Kenny, "I know Sakura can take it on. Trust me on that" And he gave me a wink.

In the corners of my eyes I saw Stan stairing first at me, and then at him. And then in a huff, he walked away.

I walked after Stan and said: "What's wrong?" "Nutting" Stan said but I didn't believe him. "No seriously, you can tell me, I'm really good at picking up on these things." "You're right, you're really good at picking up on those things," said Stan and sighed. He then said: "You know my past, right?" I thought to myself, yes, yes I do. I heard of everything about you. And I said: "yes." "Well, it... it... makes it hard for me to make connections with people." Stan said. A single tear rolled down his cheek. It made it look even more pretty than it already was. "And I feared,' Stan said, 'that when I saw you talk and awke at Kenny like that, that you may... you may no longer find me that interesting?" "But I do!" 'And without you, I don't know if the world is still worth saving," Stan said with a sniffle, "how can I defeat Kyles mom if you won't be with me?" "Well, uh, I didn't think you'd like me that much," I said blushing.

But then, then Stan leaned forward and kissed me. And I no longer knew what to do. Can I be in love with both? Why must I choose? We are almost there I..I can sense it" He walked around, stopping So they proceeded. This went on for sometime. They walked about for a bit, stopping outside a tall skyscrapper. "Kyles mom....She is here", said Stan As they entered, it was strangely and creepily abandoned.   "Come on" said Stan

..and then they went on their way!

"Lets take the ventalation shaft!" "Thats a good plan, so we can sneak to the roof undetected" So they got into the ventilation shaft. Wendy needed to remove some cloths in order to fit.

 They traveled upto the roof, ver the ducks, thus avoiding the security systems because they are smart. We are here, said Stan crawling out the duck, and putting his shirt on. --- And then, at the worst possible moment. It happened. Again. Stan gazed at Kyle. It was impossible to resist this time. Like a spaceship Stan was pulled towards Kyle. It was a like infiltration in a war. It was a like a ak-47 piercing through His heart.  It was a like magnets. There was No resisting. No mercy.  No longer anything else mattered.

Kyle looked shocked and then...and then...not shocked. He had known all along. Of course. How could Stan have been so stupid? Those long looks at eachother,the times they gazed at the stars together, the candle lit dinners. It wasn't just friendship. It never was. It was more and Kyle had known all along. "I knew" Kyle said. "oh" Stan said, realizing all this for the first time. But there was more...Kyle wasn't pulling away. He was pushing tighter. Holding Stan like a wild cetaceans. At some point their clothes came off. They got ripped in the process of the pashioning He didn't care. This is what He had needed for so long. too long. December. maybe more. But this was now now. Stan and Kyle together at last! They canoddled like lovers and made love .

Afterwards they looked at eachother longingly. But they knew they must leave. They didn't want anyone to see.

Stan took one last look at Kyle. "Goodbye my snuggly one" "Love you too, my one and only Stan"

And then they departed. --- "So you have come" said a voice booming from the sky A eagle appeared above them. Kyles mom laughed at them from it. "Ha Ha Ha Ha" "I could gun you all down from here with my tommygun, but I would rather do this...personal style." she leaped down and landed at the far side of the rooftop "Ready?" she said, still laughing.

Stan removed his shirt and flexed his abs. "Yes. I am ready. " With that they leaped at eachother, metaphorical guns blazzing (which were littoral flintlock revolvers). "I kill you dead" Kyles mom head butted Stan in the chest

Stan fell backwards in pain punching a few times before crashing to the ground. "Ha Ha Ha Ha" laughed Kyles mom "You could never have defeated me, so why did you even try?" "I had too, for all that is good and just in the world." "Well now you will die. Goodbye." Kyles mom leaned over Stan holding a large rock.

"Quick Stan use this!" said Sakura ,chucking a nearby wooden sword towards Stan. Stan grabbed it and chucked it towards Kyles mom hard, knocking her backwards....off the edge of the tall condo they were on! "Goodbye, Kyles mom have a nice fall!" "ARrrrrgggg"

"We are safe now, she fell to certain doom." Kyle and Kenny got out from the bush where they were cuddleing. "Thank you, you saved us all" "Dont mention it."

So they left the tower and went home. They lived happily ever after and had lots of kids. The End

its four am there’s a lot of typos please dont kill me

[foxxygold-blog]

Kyle: B-Day

I don’t know if you can tell but I just kept losing focus and motivation near the end and I’m like three days late. Shoot me.

Warning: Strong Language

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 You looked down at the cake before you with a nervous sweat running down your back. Was it possible the monstrosity in front of you could even be called a cake? You weren’t the only one scared of the sugary monster on the counter in front of you. Standing to your left wearing a very pink and flower apron was Stan marsh, also known as Kyle’s super best friend, and to your right was Butters who had come to help the two of you bake. However, you had no skills in the kitchen; Stan wanted to be captain of this horrendous group project so he was always battling with Butters who actually knew how to bake anything from a singular cupcake to (probably) a seven layer cake. You stood there, watching the cake slowly fall to the side and onto the counter, leftover egg splattered across the countertop dripping over the edge with shell mixed in with it.

Today was Kyle’s birthday, and you had gotten Stan to join you in on the idea of making him a homemade cake. However, due to your sour thumb in baking the two of you had enlisted the help of Butters. Now, with the kitchen, practically a mess, the superb party for the ginger was about to go on everyone was in panic mode. You still wanted to make something homemade for Kyle, you loved him after all. Looking at the toxic goop beginning to bubble and form on your counter, you felt your heart sink into your stomach as you crouched down and fought back tears.

“O-Oh hamburgers, are you okay?! We can fix this, really we can—“

“No, we can’t Butters! The party starts soon and we don’t have enough of ANYTHING to give Kyle… I just wanted to give him something hand baked made with the love of my heart because that’s, ya know, what they do in the cheesy animes and movies but this,” you pointed to the leaning tower of sweets in your kitchen, “this is just a fucking abomination!”

You continued to crouch in the middle of the kitchen floor, crying softly to yourself at the fact you were unable to do something as sweet and as simple as making the love of your life a cake. As you sat there crying, Stan felt a bit guilty for all the fighting and arguing he had done with Butters. If he had just let him lead like originally planned maybe this wouldn’t have turned out as bad as it did.  Stan walked over to the counter, staring down at their monster baby before carefully picking it up from its pan and just dropping all of it into the trash can. Hearing the clattering, you looked up and witnessed your friend throwing out the failure of a cake before returning to you and crouching down.

“Listen, we have some batter left we can maybe salvage with the help of Butters, it’s not over yet. Besides, I want to make something for my SBF just as much as you want to make something for your crush,” Stan smiled. Butters seemed to look around at what was left, grabbing what he could and cleaning up some of the mess before looking back at the both of you.

“Well, if we start now we can have a small first batch out and iced when people get here. If we play it right we can bake until people are full, so it’s not completely ruined!” You couldn’t help but smile, using the sleeves of your shirt covered in flour and other cake ingredients to wipe off your tears before standing with a nod of your head in determination. You were going to give that Jew the best cupcake he would have in his whole life.

As time rolled by and you listened to Butters like he was your Lord and Savior, you and Stan both followed his instructions to the T, mixing things appropriately and even triple checking with him that you guys had measurements right and things filled correctly. You had decided to use your house for Kyle’s birthday since your parents were conveniently out of town for the day, so you guys could do almost anything while they weren’t here. As the doorbell went off, you carefully set the large mixing bowl down on the counter and wiped your hands hastily on your baby blue apron before leaving Butters and Stan to fan down the fresh cupcakes so they were cool enough to be iced. As you ran over to the front door and opened it, you were only greeted by Token and his gang. You gave a wipe of your brow in relief, scared it was going to be Kyle with the ass-hat and Kenny.

“Oh, sorry if I look like dog garbage, I’m uh. Still busy in the kitchen with stuff, however normal food is ready, the sweets aren’t done yet. Help yourself to the TV, new games I bought for us, and any music from the stereo. If you go upstairs, stay out of my top dresser drawers and completely out of my mother’s room. Thanks,” you didn’t give the boys a chance to say anything back before you ran off back to the kitchen.

You could cry in joy at the sight before. Though the boys certainly weren’t the artistic kind, the cupcakes were cool enough now and being iced. You were giddy, excited to feed the sweets to everyone, considering how hard you and the three had worked on these fuckers.  You ushered Stan to go get changed and cleaned, telling him you would finish and he could hang out with Kyle when he got here. As he put the piping bag down, you took it up and began decorating in his place, the living room easily echoing into the silent kitchen as Token and Clyde began playing what you could only assume was the sound of Smash Bros on your TV. You stood there, decorating each mini-cake with a little determined pout on your face til you heard Butters stifling his laughter while looking at you. You finished up the current cupcake and relaxed your grip as you turned to him.

“W-What the hell is so funny Butters?!”

“Well it’s just, you’ve never been the super girly girl type, but for Kyle, you’re wearing one of your mother's frilly aprons, covered in flour from head to toe from trying to bake him a cake. It’s just really funny because it’s very unlike you.”

“Well, I just. I really like the guy, okay? He’s sweet but also a smart ass, and I think he looks cutest when angry and fighting with Cartman. Look, I’m, my heart is gay, okay? Like it’s weird, ignore me, can we finish?” You began to ramble without meaning too, trying to avoid eye contact with him and not wanting to talk about your feelings.

Butters simply smiled and went back to help you bake and decorate cupcakes. You decided to take it upon yourself and make a very pretty one just for Kyle. There weren’t any special colors, but you decided to simply try our very hardest on this particular cupcake. It felt like you were defusing a time bomb as you slowly covered it in beautiful swirls and curls. The doorbell continuously went off as you were in the kitchen, and each time you paused to listen in on everyone, hoping to catch names in the wind. Luckily, none of the outbursts were loud ‘happy birthdays’ which meant Kyle still wasn’t here yet. As you wrapped up the little Cupcake you personally decorated for the ginger, you set it aside before turning to Butters as he finished up the last bitch just minutes before Kyle walked in.

“BIRTHDAY BOY IN THE HOUSE!” You froze in your spot as everyone began cheering and laughing. Oh god, Kyle was here, he was here and you looked like fucking shit. You had batter smeared all across your apron from the first monstrosity birthed from your oven as well as floor and icing caking, pun intended your hair and face. The last thing you had wanted to do was look like a fucking wreck in front of the one person you actually gave two shits about. Deciding to take a makeshift bath in the kitchen without getting completely undressed, you tossed the apron across the kitchen and told yourself you’d have to wash it later. Turning the sink on to MAXIMUM OVERDRIVE, you let the water becoming scalding hot before washing your hands and doing your best to get the crap out of your hair and off your face, though it was awesome because now you’d be smelling like the Pillsbury Doughboys asshole for the next few days. In the meantime, Stan was busy occupying his group of friends, doing his best to keep them from the kitchen.

“Stan why the fuck is your hands covered in girly Band-Aids,” Kenny muffled. Kyle grabbed his friend’s hands and raised them. Multiple Band-Aids with the little face of Hello Kitty was on them and cursed Butters for being a piece of shit sometimes.

“I was helping out in the kitchen with food, before you guys got here, (y/n) really wanted to make a cake for you Kyle, though in the end, it looked like a monster from a movie in the 1970s so they salvaged what they could with mine and Butters help,” of course he would never admit to playing around with a knife and then getting hurt from his stupid actions. At this information, Kyle seemed to brighten up just a bit, the sound of you making something just for him? He couldn’t wait now.

You managed to run into the living room, looking decent and greeted everyone with smiles and hugs. As you reached Stan and the group, you gave Kyle a tight hug from behind before popping up in front of him with a little jump and shouting ‘BOO’ and watched as he faked his fear. The two of you shared a little laugh as Cartman gagged in the background and rolled his eyes.

“Sorry it took me so long to get out here I was busy in the kitchen.”

“You’re fine, Stan was just telling me you were baking me a homemade dessert,” Kyle smirked. You felt nervous and your heart melt. You felt your face growing warm and panicked, was your face red? Could they all see that you were embarrassed? You gave a nervous laugh.

“Y-Yeah, I guess I should go get those for you then, shouldn’t I? Sorry, it’s not a cake and instead cupcakes, but I hope you enjoy them.” You ran off to grab the tray of multiple cupcakes, the more decorative one in the middle surrounded by nineteen candles. As you heard Stan call for everyone to gather around, you carefully lit each candle as fast as possible before picking up the tray and moving slowly as to not blow out the fire. When you began to peak around the corner, everyone began to sing quietly to Kyle, who had a big joyous smile on his face as you walked over. As you set down the tray, the little candles flickered from where they were resting, and you carefully sat down across from Kyle.

“Happy birthday Kyle, make a wish.”