Cartman Ships (Oneshots)

Stanman (Stan/Cartman)

Stan's POV: 

I sit there with my legs up on the couch and Eric lying against my chest. He's asleep. I run my fingers through his fluffy brunette hair, admiring his facial features at the same time. I stare at his soft plump lips. My eyes then wander over to his chubby cheeks, they look adorable. Suddenly his eyes flutter open. He stares at me, sleepily, with his attractive, different coloured eyes. I smile warmly at him. He blushes slightly and burrows his face deeper into my chest. God how I long for him to be mine.

You see, me and him aren't exactly a couple, we had just grown closer over the years. As a child I couldn't stand him but one day when we were 11, he admitted how he could actually bare me and how he liked me as a friend despite me being a 'hippie'. That day I just stood there, staring into his eyes, thinking; the, Eric Cartman, thinks I'm actually.. decent!? Cartman had always been a stubborn character who wasn't very open and affectionate when it came to other people. He used to say it was because others weren't as cool as him so he didn't act nice to them, when really we all know it's because of his trust issues. I don't blame him, he suffers with a lot because of not having a farther figure or a strong masculine role model when he was younger. A child shouldn't have to grow up without a decent family, and he barely had any. I've always felt some kind of guilt, not that it's my fault, but because I'm always complaining about my deadbeat dad and how embarrassing he is when I don't think about how fortunate I am to even have him.

I had grown an attraction to him during the time that we had bonded, and I think he had aswell. Even if we do like each other, a lot, we're both too scared to confess to one another. It's not a worry that one won't like the other, it's more of us not daring to ruin a strong friendship that we had built. It was hard to get him to open up at first, I don't wanna throw everything away. Hell, it took me about a year and a half to get him to be comfortable enough to cuddle with me. I'll never forget the first time he ever had allowed me to hold him in my arms, it must have been a ton weight lifted off his shoulders. He had started to relax in my arms and held me tightly. I nearly cried that day, I was so proud of him for finally opening up to me.

"I love you."

My thoughts immediately disappeared.

"W-what..?" I ask in shock. He stares up at me. "I love you Marsh." He says. I relax a bit, "Oh! Uh, love you too bud-" "No, I love you Stan, more than a friend, more than a best friend. I wanna lay in your arms every night, I wanna be the one you think about constantly, fuck.. I wanna be your everything, because.. you're mine." I stare into his glossy eyes in pure shock, did he just.. confess to me!? I continue looking at him, blushing and completely lovesick. I swallow the lump in my throat and respond, "I love you too Eric." He smiles at me before connecting our lips. We share a long passionate kiss. Our lips depart and we stare at one another. "You're so fucking adorable." I mumble to him before smiling. He frowns and goes completely red in the face in embarrassment.

"Sh-shut up, you fucking hippie.."

I hold him tighter.

A/N: Hey! Sorry for disappearing for like a whole month, but I'm back. I've just been struggling a bit with irl stuff and mental health, rip. This was requested! I hope you enjoy this one, it's around double the amount of words that I do in my usual oneshots.<333

613 words not including A/N'S