South Park Smut And Such

Stan x Male!Reader: The Day my Life Began

(Possible TW: cussing.)

(This one is going to be a short Fluff, enjoy!)
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The first time you had met Stan Marsh, was in elementary school. You could say that the two of you were sweethearts long before you even knew what liking a boy would mean. However, you had grown apart with age, like friends and sometimes lovers do. Though, you've never forgotten him, and still hold him dear in your heart.

You sigh, zoning out in the middle of class. Stan has been hanging out with Kyle, which isn't odd. They're best buds. But more than ever before. You can't help but notice small behaviors from Stan, the ones you used to have when around him. You can tell Kyle is falling in love. But why should you care? Stan practically abandoned you. For some reason, it still hurts.

It shouldn't, you were just two kids. Back then, you didn't even know what love was. Hell, all you knew was nawing on crayons together, and sharing lunches. Little kid shit. You never kissed, or held hands, there really was nothing romantic about it. Just two boys, too adolescent to feel any romantic feelings at all. But you know the truth, you loved him. Sure, you might not have known at the time, but now that you're older, it's plain as day.

The bell rings, and you stand up. None of the idiots in this shitty high-school know how to walk in a filed line, and instead disperse every which way. It's loud as fuck too. You run into someone, a tall boy. He turns to presumably cuss you out, but stops dead in his tracks, "Oh, (y/n), you alright?" It's Stan, same hair, same eyes, but more matured face, more toned body. His hand reaches out to touch, but you pull away.

"Yeah, sorry. I'll watch where I'm going next time." Before he can say anything else, you walk away. Though his expression remains placid in your mind. He looked almost hurt. But hey, you're sure Kyle will fix that. Your jealousy is apparent even to yourself, and you wish it would just go away. Speaking of Kyle, he's in front of you all of a sudden, seemingly pissed off.

"(y/n)! What the fuck did you do to Stan?!" You roll your eyes, "Literally nothing." He seems even more angry now, "Bull-fucking-shit you did nothing to him! He's crying! Stan doesn't cry!" Crying? Really? "The fuck do you want me to do about it, you're his best friend." You were beginning to get irritated. "HE PUSHED ME AWAY, SO I CAN'T!" Oh hell no. Yelling at you was not going to slide, especially when you really didn't do anything.

"WELL WHERE THE FUCK IS HE THEN?!" Kyle crosses his arms, restraining himself. Pathetic. Though you can't help but think that if you were in his shoes, you'd literally kill someone for making Stan cry. "Look, I'm sorry. I'll talk to him, okay? And then I'll leave him alone." Kyle's expression softens into one that seems sad, "That's the problem, he doesn't want you to leave him alone. He's in the bathroom next to Garrison's room."

You nod, brushing past him without another word, making your way to Stan. You can hear faint sniffling from inside of the bathroom, and then shuffling from him as your footsteps echo. "Stan? It's (y/n)." "What do you want?" His voice is wavering and shaky from crying. "Look, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you cry, dude. I just have mixed feelings. We used to be so close...and then you just shut me out without a single explanation."

The stall furthest to the left unlocks, and you make your way over. His eyes are red and puffy, the shuffling noise was from him wiping away snot. You immediately feel guilt and regret course through your veins, and reach down to comfort him. "Stan, I don't know how this is going to make you feel, but back then...I was in love with you. And when you turned a blind eye on me, I was heartbroken. I still haven't gotten over you."

The admission surprises even yourself, and he looks up at you with his blue eyes, tears threatening to spill over, "I..." he scoffs, "That's why I stopped hanging out with you. I was in love too, but my father didn't approve. I'm sure you know how he is. I had to stay away, even though it was wrong to you. He's my dad, I didn't want to disappoint him." You nod, giving him an understanding look. He looks away, his face turning pink, "I still like you, too."

You feel your heart race, and drop to your knees so that he's eye level to you, "Are you still going to hide from me to please Randy?" A small smile spreads across his lips, "No, not anymore." His lips tentively lean closer to yours, and he gives you a quick glance, asking for permission. You lean in more closing the gap between the both of you. His lips are warm and soft, and they fit perfectly into yours. After a few more seconds, he looks at you again.

"The day I met you, was the day my life began."
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