Gonna See If I Can't Unwind (South Park X Reader One Shots)

Stan - Stan

THE PUN IS FUCKING KILLING ME

I am laughing way too hard about a song that's about a crazed fan who drives off a bridge with his pregnant girlfriend in the trunk.

Seriously, I am fucking cackling. Guys, this is either hilarious or I need fucking help. Stan is a Stan-

*incomprehensible cackling in the distance*

Warnings: The Real Slim Shady, cussing, mentions of pregnancy? Stan is a Stan of your work-

I can't type that without laughing my ass off somebody help

Stan is a Stan of your work and you're the Real Slim Shady. Why? Because I am now obsessed with reading interpretations of Eminem lyrics on Genius dot com (which doesn't always have lyrics right but they've got cool interpretations, I really recommend it).

Like seriously, I never thought I'd like Eminem until I heard Without Me and ZOOP - I fell into the hole of obsession like frickin' Alice in Wonderland but with messier hair and an aversion to dresses and socializing.

Anyways - sorry I talk so much, I'm kind of lonely - enjoy the fic.

If you want to.

I guess.

I'll shut up now.

Edit (31/3/17): I think it makes more sense to change this to a Stan x Male! Reader, because I used a chick's pronoun like once and it didn't feel right, and also because I'm gonna make a part two about The Kids soon.

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This would be the first time anyone heard Stan, you thought to yourself, maintaining your calm expression.

How would they react? Would everyone hate it?

Calm down, (Y/n). You're the Real Slim Shady. Thousands of people are here to see you. What they think doesn't matter. You learned that a long time ago.

Dido's lovely voice began after the instrumental, leading into the hook.

My tea's gone cold
I'm wondering why I got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window
And I can't see at all
And even if I could it'd all be gray
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad

You began, holding the mic as you tried to replicate how fucked up Stan must have been when he wrote the letter. How big of a fan he must have been.

Dear Slim, I wrote you, but you still ain't callin'
I left my cell, my pager and my home phone at the bottom
I sent two letters back in autumn
You must not've got 'em
There probably was a problem at the post office or somethin'
Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot 'em
But anyways, fuck it, what's been up, man?
How's your daughter?
My girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm 'bout to be a father
If I have a daughter, guess what I'ma call her?
I'ma name her Bonnie
I read about your Uncle Ronnie too, I'm sorry
I had a friend kill himself over some bitch who didn't want him
I know you probably hear this every day
But I'm your biggest fan
I even got the underground shit that you did with Skam
I got a room full of your posters and your pictures, man
I like the shit you did with Rawkus too, that shit was phat
Anyways, I hope you get this, man, hit me back
Just to chat, truly yours, your biggest fan, this is Stan