Stan hated himself. Truly, absolutely, hated himself. It wasn't the fact that he got too 'out of control' with his alcohol. It wasn't the nagging feeling that his sexuality wasn't being fulfilled to it's full potential. He hated himself because he was becoming his Dad.
Randy Marsh was a good looking man, who'd thrown his life away from years of unfulfilled dreams of success. Thrown away due to a thirst for appraisal with no effort to achieve it whatsoever. He was a tragically relatable man, that a young Stan Marsh unwillingly followed in stride.
The reason the author brings Randy up, after all this time, is because Stan has begun to take an uncanny route similar to the previous Marsh's before him. Here he sits, drinking his sorrows away, like a sullen, broken, pathetic excuse of a person he is.
Well, at least he thinks he is.
That's the funny thing about depression. Despite the countless reassurances that you are worthy, or you are needed, or wanted, you still feel so...
...helplessly inadequate.
And depressed people love a coping mechanism. It's how they're wired, they need something to alleviate the pain of existence.
Stan Marsh's coping mechanism was alcohol. Much like his Dad.
Stan also liked women. A lot. He also might like men, or Kyle, but that's a conversation he's not ready to have. Right now, he wants (Y/N). He's projected onto her, you see. He thinks she can fix him, help him. She helped Trent, didn't she?
If she can fix up such an asshole, surely she's the perfect person to help him.
The worst part was that she liked Kyle. Or did like Kyle. But he liked her and Kyle.
Why is Kyle always in his fucking head?
Whatever. It's not worth it right now. But he's hungover, and he needs a coffee.
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"Are you sure?" Pete Thelman asked, stubbing his cigarette on the trashcan next to him. (Y/N) rolled her eyes, taking a long, hard drag from her own.
"You think she's cute. Why change your mind now? You literally took a punch for her." She said, running her slim fingers through her (H/C) hair. Pete scoffed.
"Fine. I'll come to that conformist coffee shop, but only because it's you asking." He blew a kiss, leading to (Y/N) grimacing in response.
"Please, God no."
"Hey, I totally would've, if you weren't such a prude." Pete added, wiping his hands on his leather jacket. "Oh, wait. You're not anymore."
"Shut up."
"Craig's hot. Henrietta thought so anyways."
"I know he is." (Y/N) responded, before realising she'd spoken before she'd realised what she'd said.
"Woah... Little Miss Cheerleader has a crush." Pete stated, grinning from ear to ear.
"I don't. I just... look. It's complicated." (Y/N) stated, taking one last drag and putting her cigarette out. "Anyways, you're keeping your cards close to your chest about Bebe."
Pete chuckled deeply, leaning his back against the bleachers. "She's hot, and I have a thing for Cheerleaders. I know it ain't very Goth of me. But I'll come to your coffee shop. Stop asking questions, loser."
"Only if you give me another cigarette."
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"What the fuck does Bebe even see in him?" Clyde asked, running his hands under the School bathroom taps. Jimmy shrugged in response.
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Time To Live A Little (various South Park x Reader)
Fanfiction(Y/N)'s been going out with Trent Boyett since he came back to school in Freshman year. However, after some "unfortunate" circumstances, Trent was sent back into a Juvenile Detention Center. Now she's freshly single, a few people begin to realise no...
