Stan x Mute Reader One-shot

Reader’s P.O.V

Ring-Ring-Ring!!!

The shrill noise met my ears, causing my awakening. Another day meaning more school. I know I shouldn’t be liking anything that had to do with school, considering the fact that I am basically a nobody there and I am constantly being ignored but I love to learn.

New things just fascinate me and my mind. I hardly talk and people think I’m completely mute, most just don’t care, at all, people like Eric Cartman. Though what’s to be expected from him? Praise? If your lucky or just bribe him with high calorie or fatting foods; I hardly doubt you’ll still be getting the praise you’re expecting though.I hate thinking about the social parts of school life but the education is under a better light, its the only highlight of the day; its the only thing that does keep my mind of my anti-social self.

I sat up after turing my alarm went off, stepped out of bed and instantly took a quick shower; the thought of it gave me quite a pleasureful feeling. It did have an effect of relaxation on me which is to be expected. After that I got dressed in simple denim, skinny jeans, a (f/c) top that sort of clings onto my figure and a loose jumper to cover up the thin layer; it’s sleeves reaching past my wrists but before the tips of my fingers. I ate a basic breakfast consisting of toast with butter and jam, a glass of milk and a snack bar. Finally, I brushed my teeth, leaving a minty flavour lingering inside my mouth. I packed my bags with all the needed essentials I had to have to get through school life: my books, reading book, pencil case, folder, water bottle, packed lunch and school planner.

Groaning at the thought of walking to school alone, which I have done for the past 6 years, I let my mind drift afloat upon the mystical rivers of my memories. I did and do have a friend. Her name is Angel, she used to live in the house across from mine but she had to move to England with her family; her dad having a promotion at work and needing to be in a group of other workmen in England to continue a better lived career. I do miss her, she always filled the silence with her bubbly talk as I just listened and softly commented on a few things as well. When I do speak, she always stays silent, as if to savour the rare moments of when I do make myself heard. She’s the only person to get me to speak for years. Thinking back, her moving was 6 years ago when we were 10; I’m 16 now and I’m pretty sure she is as well. It also seems as if that ever since she moved, I’ve lost all contact from her; it’s as if she suddenly disappeared without a trace.

Her dad is awfully strict and she hasn’t been given the best resources of contact so I guess that’s a good reason. If she came back, I’m sure she’d be surprised to see that only me and my older sister Taby (Tabitha but she hates that name) living in the house. Of course she would, my parent’s did die a few months after she left and Taby has been given the responsibility of taking care of me since our other relatives weren’t even bothering to take us in. We were a strange pair they said. The serious yet inwardly soft and gentle older sister with the younger muted sister. I adore Taby, she is such a great sis; Angel adored her just as much, we were the only people she showed her soft, motherly side to.

Unfortunately, things seem to fog up my path for a greater future right after I walked the paths of my, short-lived, childhood. Why is the world so cruel? For once, I’d like to have a pleasant time and actually be happy. Not only that but I want Taby to be happy as well.
Without even thinking, I had reached the rusted school gates, the door way to a new world; a living hell, to some, more then others. Taking in a shaky breath, I took a cautious step inside South Park High property. I could instantly feel the presence of others around me, giving me a weird - others disgusted - look, continuing with their conversations soon after, trying to squeeze in a bit of social interaction before classes had to start. I carefully made my way to homeroom, keeping silent and weaving myself through the crowds of people in the hallway. The school bell did resound through the long chattering corridors, indicating that everyone had to report to homeroom for the register and a few sessions of more talking until the bell rang once more for classes to fully begin.

Sitting within my usual seat for homeroom - which was at the back of the class, shrouded in the darkest corner - I carefully observed the class itself, the teacher having taken the register already and completely ignored my existence but somehow knowing I was there, marked me present.

I continued to listen to the conversations or should I say ‘hot gossip’ spoken by the hushed voices of the many different classified people: there were the nerds, “ Do we have any homework due in today?”, “I finished my assay on that subject already, it’s pretty easy” “…how many pages did you write?” “I wrote 12!”, there were the jocks, “Dude, you have to step up your game! She’ll never like you if you do that!” “You guys competing in the hockey game against north park next week?” “Hey what’s for lunch today?” we all know who that last comment was from, yup, the one and only, Eric Cartman though last but not least the snobs of the school, “Hey, I heard you broke up with Stan again Wendy!” Oh I’ve heard this conversation before. Honestly, poor Stan, I actually feel very sad for him. His heart is being played by a heartless demon and he isn’t doing anything about it. All his loyalty is set on her and she’s just using him! People these days…it shames me that I am even the same gender as that hot player Testaburger.

Shaking my head at the usual drama, I turn to the clock and find that the bell will soon ring in 3…2…1…


Of to class I go…


Seating myself upon my usual seat beside Stan on one table, I brought out my stuff and tried to ignore the feeling of immense depression radiating from the guy beside me. However, I just couldn’t contain myself and found my eyes drifting to him. His posture was slumping over the table, his head actually lying on the wooden surface of the desk, a groan of emotional pain escaping him occasionally, a hybrid between a strangled cry, sob and whimper. Feeling sorry for him, I debated upon whether I should pat his back and give him a sympathetic smile or just stay silent and continue to ignore his pain; it would soon be over like nothing happened anyway once Wendy comes crawling back to him but…will she this time?…

I found my hand absentmindedly reaching over to gently touch his shoulder for an ounce bit of comfort but had it retreating back once the door slammed open and our history teacher came rushing in, late. Typical. He was always late after all. Though the thought of my previous actions caused me to blush like a tomato, embarrassed.

“Alright class, today we’ll be starting a project. You will be assigned partners to the person you are currently sitting next to so no complaining! The project will be about Henry VIII’s six wives. You will write a profile about each wife and present it to me in the highest quality possible. You must include:…” he faced the white board and started to list down the following traits, “ the year they got married with Henry, the year or month (for Anne of Cleves) the marriage lasted to, their fate so if they were divorced, beheaded or survived Henry, where they came from, the problems as to why they met their fate and what Henry thought of them. Understood?…good now turn to your partners and start writing notes.”

Gulping hard, I turned to Stan and found him staring longingly off at Wendy, who was paired up with Token, his head still placed on the table. She was clearly flirting with him and I know Stan saw as well because he turned his head back to face the table and gave a sorrowful sob. Feeling the wave of sympathetic sorrow wash over me again, I confidently reached over and rubbed Stan’s back. His muscles tensed beneath my hand, causing me to blush at the realisation that he was actually quite muscular and toned, not just skinny. However, forgetting that, I continued to soothingly rub his back in a comforting manner, his sobs dying as my blush disappeared almost completely, somehow still staying where it was dusted upon my cheeks.

After several minutes of me rubbing his back in comfort, he slowly turned his face up to meet my eyes.


Stan's POV

I had just been mourning the loss of Wendy, letting a painful sob escape my chapped lips as I continued to think back on the many things that I had done wrong. I brought her the wrong shade of pink heels last Friday. I forgot to text back my goodbye a few nights back since I was so exhausted from a soccer game and hockey practice. I forgot to buy her water and instead brought her strawberry flavoured water for her break in cheerleading practice. I knew I should have checked what I was buying and didn’t let Cartman bribe me into buying the more expensive ‘water’ since Wendy deserved more and she does! She doesn’t deserve a low life like me! If I hadn’t done those things I would have still been with Wendy!

Seeing her flirt with another guy just made me even angrier, at myself! How could I have let her go again?! I hate my life! Sobbing at that fact, I wished for my death. God please..look after Kyle while I’m gone and lying in my death bed…or whatever god it is that Jewish people follow the teachings of…

Suddenly feeling a comforting hand rub my back, I strained my muscles but soon relaxed and allowed the person to comfort me in my time of need. This went on for a few minutes and I really didn’t want it to end because the person was being so kind and gentle, they could’ve lulled me to sleep if they wanted to! Though I did want to see who they were so I turned my head and was met with the face of an angel. She was smiling sympathetically at me, as if knowing how I felt with my lose and trying to provide me with all the comfort that she could muster. I know who she is, I swear it. She had (H/L), (H/C) hair that seemed to be as smooth and rich as silk, shining beneath the soft, warm glow of the light above her head, acting like a halo. Her (E/C) eyes locked with my own and gave me a feeling of comfort and understanding; I could see that they held in great amounts of hurt as well, though her name…what was it?…(Y/N)?…yeah, that was it…I’ve only heard a few things about her, like people say she’s mute and is a complete loser, that’s it. There seems to be nothing else about her but now I know something more, she’s actually pretty nice to comfort me in such times.

“Th-Thanks…(Y/N)…” I whispered, loving the way her name rolled off my tongue. Smiling sightly happier, she helped raise my form from being slumped onto the table and pointed to the whiteboard. Whelp~ seems the things that I kind of heard of today’s class were true, “So you’re my partner for this History project?” I asked only to have her nod in response to my question, “okay…so…should we start taking notes? I’ll do the ones all the wives that he beheaded while you do the ones he divorced…we can do the the one that survived together…” she nodded and got to work. I guess I should just co-operate and try to get my mind off things by working shouldn’t I?

Reader’s POV
         
I actually had fun working with Stan, he wasn’t like all the other people I worked with because they’d either let me do all the work or do most of the work themselves always making me feel horrible for letting them do all the hard work when everything was done.

“Thanks again (Y/N)…I really appreciate it that you were there for me even if we hardly know each other.” he chuckled awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck and flashing a crocked grin towards me. I placed the tips of my fingers before my smiling lips and giggled soundlessly.

Stan’s POV

Her giggle…it’s so cute…so unlike the snorting, flirtatious giggles of Wendy. Though the fact that she was laughing at me caused a faint warmth to coat my cheeks as my own chuckling died down. She waved in a cute, shy way and turned with a smile still upon her adorable lips - wait what? - about to leave. Seeing this and completely running upon instinct, I caught her wrist just as she took a step. Swivelling so that her hair flowed like a glistening river only to look into my eyes, blood soon started to rush through my cheeks, burning up my skin as I tried to talk and think of a reasonable excuse as to why I was holding her wrist.

She gave me the most adorable, curious look and I could feel dizziness clouding my mind. Her head was tilted and her warm (e/c) eyes were switching from my hand holding her wrist to my eyes. This went on for a few moments before I finally got the courage to speak after feeling my voice disappear for a moment.

Reader’s POV

“I-I…uh…I’m sorry (Y/N)…I was just wondering if you’d like to…umm…you know…maybe work on the project a-at…my house?…yeah, my house tonight or something…” I gave a surprised look, trying to process what exactly was happening; not knowing the hand gripping my wrist release their grip and retreat to position themselves before Stan, in a manner of ‘I surrender’ or ‘stay away’, “I-I mean..that is i-if your alright with it…” he laughed awkwardly again as I smiled widely. Nodding my head enthusiastically, I faintly heard a soft sigh of relief escape him, “Thats great! Thanks! Well here’s my address, you can come at around 5:30! Bye!” striding away from me, I waited until he turned a corner of the corridors before I looked at the piece of paper he had handed me, written on it was his address. Smiling softly, I walked off to my next class, hardly waiting until tonight when I can work more on the project with Stan.


? POV

“What are you going to do about this?”  growling at the question and letting the speaker cower back slightly, I looked into the corridor the two had recently been in and found it empty. Grinding my teeth, I started to stomp off, my head held highly.

“I’ll just wait and see what happens next…though she better keep away or else…there’s going to be trouble!”

Reader’s POV


Stepping through the door, I walked up to my sister and handed her Stan’s address and the plans of my history project. Seeming to get the idea, she gave an approving nod with a soft smile.

“Though you must be home by 8 and if later, call or text me and I’ll collect you. I don’t want you getting into trouble, knowing I wasn’t there to help you…” she reasoned like always when I had plans on going out. She would make such an amazing mother one day, “what time are you leaving little sis?” I held up 5 fingers as she nodded again, “alright, be safe when your out. Make sure to say goodbye before leaving okay? I’m going to be finishing my chores and will be at my little study room when the time comes of your leaving. Can you help with making tea though? I have everything prepared and laid out on the kitchen counter. You know how I like mine.” she winked at me as I giggled silently and walked off to prepare the tea for her ready for her when she finishes the chores. She would always have tea after finishing the house work for a little relaxation. I suggested the idea and we’re both pretty glad I did because that way, she had a little time to herself and relieve her stressed limbs of any important dead lines being met immediately.


I’m about to leave, dressed in a thick, long sleeved, (f/c) turtle neck with skinny jeans and (f/pattern or f/c) patterned/coloured high top converses. Remembering my sister’s request of saying goodbye, I made my way to her study and found her working away at her essay. I knocked softly to let her know I was there, having already creaked the door open. Stopping her task, she took the time to roll and shake her wrists, a faint cracking resounding from them. When she turned to face me she smiled softly, the faint bags beneath her eyes clear as day due to the light of her desk lamp; her and make up products always hiding stuff from me.

“Leaving already?” she asked as I nodded, approaching her and hugging her shoulders in a way of saying ‘please don’t work yourself too hard for us…I love you sis’ I only earned a weak squeeze from her before we both pulled away from the embrace, “thanks, I’ll try and I love you too…be careful now…” she waved softly as I smiled and walked out of the door, hearing the faint scribbling of pen against paper as I did so.

When I walked outside, I was immediately met with the chilly frosty air of the early evening, they seeped through my clothes, nipping at my skin and I instantly regretted the fact that I didn’t bother getting a coat to wrap myself up in. Quickly making my way to Stan’s house, I tried to ignore the cold and rubbed my arms to keep warm as I knocked upon the door of the Marsh family. Once the door opened, I was met with the familiar face of Stan, except he wasn’t in his usually school attire but in a tight blue tank top and loose black jeans. He looked rather handsome. I blushed madly at the way I thought of him but pushed them away as he smiled warmly and stepped aside to let me in. When I felt the warmth of being indoors, I let a soft sigh of comfort escape my slightly cracked lips.

“Did you come here without a coat?” Stan asked, surprised as I nodded gingerly. He only chuckled softly and lead me to the living room where his mother and father were, seated comfortably upon the sofa, cuddling up close whilst watching the news channel. Apparently Mysterion had once again saved the day and more blue ribbon victims are being arrested everyday. “Hey mum and dad, I’m going to be working on a history project with (Y/N) today. Is it alright?”

“Yeah sure Stan…” the father approved as I smiled. The mother turned her head towards us and smiled at me.

“Do you want me to bring up some hot coco?” she asked as I nodded enthusiastically. Stan also nodded beside me and thanked his mum before leading me off up the stairs and into his room. He motioned for me to sit anywhere I preferred as he plopped on the floor where a bunch of books, paper and stationary were laid out. Sitting beside him, I examined the papers and books - reliable resources of studying - and reached over to pick up a pencil only to touch fingers with Stan. I flinched away as he did the same and looked at me blushing before looking away as did I, embarrassed. A fluttering was inside my stomach and I had the urge to just intertwine my fingers with his own as if my life depended on it but refrained myself for doing so. I have to keep my heart from soaring at the simple fact we even touched hands again today.

Stan’s POV

I-I can’t believe it…this is how I-no…it can’t be…I can’t be in love with (Y/N) can I? B-but this is how I feel when Im around Wendy but…better- sh*t! I can’t be falling in love! Wendy is my one and only!

Shaking my head of any thoughts of (Y/N), I continued with the task and had her joining me soon after.


Alright, I know I shouldn’t be getting distracted but I can’t help looking back at (Y/N) almost every minute. She seemed even more perfect each time I caught glimpses of her (if that was even humanly possible). The way her brows curled together in concentration; the way she bit her tender lips; the way her hair fell out of place and the way she was just being herself around me was…perfect…
I’ve never had a girl type friend before…maybe that one person can be (Y/N)…that would be great! Maybe she’ll be able to help me with my problems with Wendy! I wonder if she’ll agree…

“ Hey…(Y/N)?…” I asked, breaking the comfortable silence surrounding us. She only turned her head towards me, indicating that she was, in fact, listening to me, “would you like to hang out more? I mean as just friends and not just for studying…i-is that okay?” I asked, cursing myself for stuttering when it was all going well. I watched her closely though, her lips curled into a joyful smile and she nodded enthusiastically. I felt a smile tug at my own lips and we grinned at each other before continuing with the project.


Reader’s POV

Its already been a few days after my bound friendship with Stan and everything has been going on a good turn for once. Everything is suddenly brighter and happier; I feel like all my worries have been taken away from me; I had passed with an A+ for the history project and have been able to learn how to trust others again because of Stan. All my troubles seemed to disappear…until today, though only slightly…

I was out hang with Stan when I received a text message from Taby.

‘I’m sorry (Y/N), I can’t be home for tonight. I hope that’s okay with you…’ What?…
Worried, I immediately texted back, hoping she was watching wether I was replying straight away - which I was - or could take a while before I do eventually text her back.

‘I’ll be alright but can you please tell me why you won’t be there?’ It’s sending…still sending…sent and…delivered…all I need to do now is wait for her reply. I, fortunately didn’t have to wait long before she had to though; a relief to my worried limbs.

‘ It’s nothing you should be worrying about, just a little late work that needs doing. Can you please prepare some tea? I’m sorry, I just want to be relieved of some stress once I get home. Is that alright?’ she asked. Slightly reassured at the fact that it wasn’t too serious, I let a small smile tug at the edges of my lips before drumming my hands upon the keypad of my Iphone 5.

‘Alright! Take care okay? I’ll be sure it’s hot when you come home. I’ll even buy something for you! Your favourite biscuits! I know it’s always a treat when you eat them with your tea and you surely need a treat for being such a great sister! I’ll see you soon! Be safe’

‘Thank you! I’ll be sure to come home as soon as possible! Love you sis!’ I smiled.

‘I love you too’

“Who was that?” I heard a masculine voice beside me, making me realise that I was just recently hanging out with Stan. Looking over at him, I gave him a curious look; as if to see wether he was real and actually there talking to me (the fact that we were actually friends still unbelievable in my eyes, “Th-that is if you don’t mind sayin’” giggling a soundless giggle, I ignore the pink glow of his cheeks and allowed him to view the contact of my phone, stating ‘Sis Taby’, “Oh! Your sister!” Stan acknowledged as I nodded my head. Yup! She is the best sister in the entire world…


“ I’m home…” came a voice as the sound of the front door closing with a thud resounded through the walls of the petite house. At that, I jumped to my feet and rushed to the door, missing the comforting presence of my sister, having laid the table for tea already, just sitting there waiting for Taby to come. I ran into her open arms as she giggled delightedly, stroking the top of my hair once we were firmly secured in a hold with our arms to trap us, unwilling to break free, “ I missed you too!” sniffing the air, she was quickly able to sense the smell of familiar green tea; tea that was currently waiting to be consumed by parched lips and thirst, “wow… I’m looking forward to tea! I’d love to have a relaxing time before heading off to sleep. Gosh I’m tired…” by now I had pulled away and was leading her to the kitchen table, where everything was prepared for her relaxation, “thank you sis…” I nodded as a saying of ‘your welcome’ and gave her one last hug before skipping off to finish up homework and heading to bed.


It has been a well known fact that Stan has been hanging out with me now and at first, people were really shocked and tried to persuade Stan to stop or else his popularity would fall like a stone weighing the size of an elephant would sink in a pond, drowning itself within it’s murky waters. I was scared of that. The very idea that I would lose the true friend I had gained after losing one would be a heartbreak for me; if only they understood what I would be going through and about to go through if Stan really does leave me…I can’t even stand the simple thought of it! However, Stan still stuck to my side saying he didn’t care and that I was the only one there (other then Kyle) to get him through his depression for his break up with Wendy. Eventually everyone accepted it and just went with their normal ways, like it was always like this; me and Stan, along with Kyle - who’s like a brother to me now - always hung out together. Kenny would occasionally pop up here and there and we were great friends but not as great friends as I was with Stan and Kyle, even Cartman became my friend, well we didn’t really do anything but there was a silent bond that formed between us as I hung out with him along with the other guys. Everything was like a dream but what made it even better was that I knew it wasn’t just a figment of my imagination; it was all true! I haven’t been this happy in my life!!! I swear nothing could be better then this! WELL…maybe~…

“Hello?” I heard Taby talk through the phone, I had wanted to know who it was when I picked it up before handing it to her, still ringing painfully upon the drums and shell of my ears but it was an unknown number so I was slightly disappointed, “yes this is Taby (your last name)…Angel?”-that was Angel?! How did she suddenly get our home number?-“Are you?! Really?…Oh that would be brilliant!!! (Y/N) and I will be there to pick you up! I promise! Bye then! See you soon!” my heart was pounding in excitement and even more (if not already) once Taby faced me, “Oh (Y/N)!!! Angel is finally coming back!!!” she embraced my stunned frame, saying all the information I wanted answered through what she got with the phone call, “I had given Angel our house number before she had to move away just incase she wanted to contact us but couldn’t for many years because of her father having strict policies about phone limits, since it’s such a far away call. Though now! She’s being allowed to move here with us!” Taby pulled away from the embrace to look at me excitedly as a smile was creeping across face, “she made a bet with her father that if she was able to pay for her own flight here, she’d be able to go and when she eventually did, her father gave her permission to call us and say the news!!! She’ll be here within a few weeks time!!! Around 3 or 4! Can you believe it?!” I was jumping on the spot and so was Taby. We couldn’t believe it! Our sisterly friend is coming back from England to stay with us here in America! This is the best day ever!!!


I had convinced Stan, Kyle, Kenny and Cartman to come with my and Taby to pick up Angel. I had invited them over for a little evening get together and Taby explained everything (everyone had already bonded and the boys also ended up adoring Taby like a sister as well, even Cartman surprisingly). We’re waiting for her now! I can’t stop hopping from foot to foot, anticipation emitting my joyous expression. I only earned a chuckle from the guys before I finally spotted a familiar face, along with Taby. The long, dark hair, shining a faint brown beneath the light’s soft glow; the sparkling yet curious brown eyes, wandering around for any signs of a familiar face; the soft, light olive skin and the rounded yet angular facial features; I am positive that that girl is Angel! Particularly screaming her name within my head and vocally from Taby, I ran to her. She had dropped her bags without a care and opened her arms as we embraced each other. It has been so long! Too long to be exact!

“(Y/N)!!!! Taby!!! I missed you guys so fudging much!!!” she’s still her old joyful self but her voice has become slightly more feminine and matured, though still held it’s warmth and friendliness. I pulled back to look at her. She hasn’t changed at all. I found that quite relieving since, I didn’t know what I would do if she was suddenly so different! The only thing thats matured as well as her voice was her figure. Man, I wish I had one like hers; it wasn’t too curvy but she had that, somehow, developed yet undeveloped hourglass figure that she didn’t ruin with any sluttish clothing. I could only smile brightly to her statement as she laughed a twinkling laugh. I missed her so much! “As silent as ever I see? Well anyway, it’s so good to see you!” embracing each other again, I refrained from crying; all of my happy memories shared with her flooding back along with the very emotions that I had to go through when she had to leave. It was horrible. Once we pulled back, I found her eyes glossy; my own stinging from the hot, salty tears. We only smiled at each other; so happy that we were able to see one another again after so many years. Its like the lost of a sister without her around but having her back is such a wonderful thing!

It had only been a few minutes before Taby decided to speak up and break the comfortable silence by hugging Angel as well who giggled and hugged back.

“ I missed you so much Angel!”

“ I missed you too Taby!!! How have you been?”

“ I’ve been doing well! I am so glad to see you again! It wasn’t the same while you were away!”

“ I understand that feeling…”

“ Anyway~ (Y/N) has some friends that need introducing!” the boys stepped up, happy that they were finally being included, “ This is Eric Cartman but we call him by his last name…” she gestured towards Cartman who grinned as Angel waved muttering a soft ‘hi’, “this is Kyle Broflovski…” Angel and Kyle proceeded to exchanged glances and greetings, “Kenny McCormick…” I could faintly see Angel blush but wave shyly accompanied with a shy smile; I smiled softly, I can see a new couple forming~, “And last but not least Stan Marsh!” they said hi but not after Taby and Angel had a little exchange of winks and devious smirks. I wonder what they’re thinking about.

After that we made our way home and hung out with the guys at my house until they all had to go home. Everyone had bonded together in a pretty good way. Angel seems to think of Stan Kyle and Cartman as older brothers though for Kenny maybe something more then just friends. Oh I am gonna have fun teasing her about it tonight. However, that was unfortunately not the case as I was to one being bombarded with teasing from both Angel and Taby.

“We know you like Stan sis!” I blushed shaking my head, denying the feeling they assumed I held for Stan.

“Don’t even try to deny it (Y/N) we see the way you act around him” Angel pointed out, trying to catch me out as I looked down at my fingers, twiddling them with a hotness never seeming to leave my cheeks. At this small action, a squeal erupted from the two before me along with statements of ‘OMG!!! YOU DO LIKE HIM!!!’ and ‘LIKE HIM?! LOVE HIM TO BE PRECISE!!!’. Ugh! Why?! Okay so maybe I do like Stan!!!! It isn’t my fault he has such dreamy eyes and luscious hair that he always hides beneath his puff ball red and blue hat or that his voice is as masculine as his finely built frame or the fact that he can make me melt by simply smiling!

“I’ll help you get him!!! Promise!” abruptly looking up, I could see the excited faces of Angel and Taby, eager to help out in my love life. I could only smile, giving them the ‘yes’ for helping me, allowing them to squeal again, fangirling before calming down and finally calling it a night though not before deciding what to do tomorrow; conjuring a plan to get me and Stan together…Why did I even agree to this?…M-maybe its because Im scared of loosing him to Wendy…I’ve been observing her and she seems to be keeping a close, glaring eye on me as well as I am keeping a watchful eye on her. I can’t help but think that she's up to something…


Its been a few weeks now and the plan Angel and Taby had for me and Stan is seeming to work; we’re getting closer and blushing within each other’s presence. My god, I can clearly remember their first attempt…


“Okay guys! Now for this sleepover, I have some rules” Taby announced as everyone got comfortable on the living room floor, dressed in their pyjamas, “Angel, care to explain?”

“Of course,” Angel agreed nodding, “Well, we are to be very close~” she said as her and Taby pushed me and Stan together allowing a pink hue to explode upon my cheeks. I wasn’t even paying much attention to how it affected Stan, I was too focused on keeping him from seeing my blushing face; this is so embarrassing, “we also have to cuddle up when we watch a movie, share popcorn and sleep beside each other~” Taby had laid Stan and my sleeping bag beside each other, smirking as she handed me a large bowl of popcorn to share with Stan, “on with the movie!” Angel giggled after seeing my flushed face, playing the scary movie the boys insisted upon watching. Stan and I were seated on the couch as the others were on the floor, it was a little awkward at first but we eventually went past that and got comfortable, wrapped up in a blanket, staring at the movie playing before us. Cartman had turned off the lights to add to the effect of the scary movie and it surely was taking affect, especially on me and Angel; Taby had already seen the movie so she approved it for sure. Everyone was fine whereas Angel and I were scared to death. I found myself absentmindedly, inching closer to Stan, my eyes glued upon the screen even though I was terrified, cuddling up against his side; I hadn’t noticed this until I felt his strong arm wrap around my shoulder, giving me a light squeeze to assure my frightened self that everything was fine. I looked up and found his face slightly pink though Im not so sure, it was pretty dark and the only light that helped me see his countenance was the light from the TV which wasn't very bright since the setting of the movie was dark itself. I smiled though, a soft blush creeping upon my own cheeks as I snuggled up against him.

I reached into the bowl full of popcorn and felt fingers softly brush against mine. Looking at the bowl, I found Stan’s hand also buried into the body of popcorn. This made me blush and instantly pull my hand away though, I found that Stan had intertwined our fingers. Shocked, I tried to comprehend wether he did this to comfort me or drop a sigh of his love but I dropped the questions, enjoying the feel of his hand locked with mine. The movie didn’t seem so scary after all, well, I wasn't really paying attention. I had my attention fixed upon cuddling up with Stan and the love scene between Kenny and Angel. It seems that Taby also planned on getting them together with Kyle’s help, that matchmaker. I giggled as I saw Kyle and Taby gently push Kenny and Angel’s forms together, surprised by the action, Angel franticly looked between Taby and Kenny but Kenny had already wrapped his arms around her the way Stan had his around me. I smiled, hearing a chuckle emit from Stan’s chest.

After the movie, I slept beside Stan as the rules Taby had placed stated and woke up the next day holding his hand.


Smiling at the memory, I thought of how much closer I had been with Stan. I hope he can confess soon…I don’t know if I can confess my feelings for him without embarrassing myself since I haven't talked in a long time. Today is Saturday and the whole gang is hanging out at my house but Taby had to leave because she had to work till late and Angel just finished her shift at a cafe; she was helping in any way she could to keep her stay here. Taby and I tried to reason that she didn’t have to but she insisted.

“What should we do now?” Angel asked as we finished playing on my xbox 360.

“I don’t know…what do you want to do Angel?…” Kenny asked as he sat down beside her, leaning back on his hands just to touch hers in the process. Ooo~ Kengel has set sail!!! They both blushed and looked into each other’s eyes before turning away still bright red.

Stan’s POV

I watched as (Y/N) silently giggled her adorable giggle; even though it was soundless, I could clearly hear their twinkling like the silent stars of the night. She's so perfect…I wish she was mine…

I looked back at Angel and Kenny who were still blushing and looking away from each other. I couldn’t help but smirk. Oh how I wish that was me and (Y/N).

“What about we-?” I was cut off by the ringtone of my phone. Taking it out of my jean pocket I saw that it was Wendy calling; why is she calling me? She shouldn’t have a reason to…we’ve broken up months ago; the longest we’ve ever been away from each other without making up. Excusing myself, I walked off into the hallway everyone’s eyes curiously staring off at me as I did so. Answering the phone, I leaned an arm against the wall looking down.

“Hello?…”

“Stan! I’m sorry…please can we start over?” what?…she expects me to take her back after humiliating me during a break up. I can’t believe I was so stupid to take her back so many times before but now…things are different…I have (Y/N). My eyes are finally opened.

“No…” I bluntly replied before hanging up. She can go and be a slut for all I care. Oh wait…she already is…
Striding back into the living room, I found everyone joyfully playing pictionary, causing a smile to grace my lips.

“Who was it Stan?” Kyle asked as I sat down, the game momentarily stopping for me.

“No one special!” I replied and with that, we continued to play, having a great time. I feel so happy, happier then I’ve ever been when I was with Wendy…


Wendy’s POV

How dare he?! Ugh! It’s all that (Y/N) b!tch’s fault!!!

Snarling, I stomped off to my room thrashing and throwing a tantrum once inside its soundproof walls, screaming a string of curses dripping with venom. How could I lose to such a mute girl?! Ugh! I should have dealt with her earlier like Bebe said!!! She will PAY!!!

~ Time skip ~
 
“STAN!!!! PLEASE DON’T LEAVE ME!!! I NEED YOU!!!” I cried, latching onto his arm as he gave me a disgusted look-wait, what? He never does that…he should be drooling over me by now!!!

“I told you before Wendy…no…” he growled trying to release his arm from my grip. I could only fake my hurt and stare up at him with my big glossy eyes. Yes, I fake it because I need him to buy me all the shoes at the sale coming up at the new opening of a shoe store down town.

“b-but…” I whimpered as he rolled his eyes starting to growl.

“Leave me alone! I’ve had enough of your games! Go and suck another guy’s dick! We’re over!” gasping (still gripping onto his arm) I gaped at him. No One and I mean No. One dumps ME!!! I dump THEM!!! “Stan please!” I begged (ugh, I hate begging) he could only roll his eyes at me again and focused upon making me release his arm as I let my eyes wander to a face looking at me. Ugh her… Releasing Stan’s arm - who sighed in relief - I strutted over to the girl, what was her name? (Y/N)? Yeah…that’s it!

“How dare you steal Stan from me?!” I slapped her as everyone gasped, causing me to smirk; oh how I love the attention. Time to show this b!tch what she got coming to her. “Stan is MINE!!! Got it?! Back the hell OFF!!! Or else you and I’ll be having a little ‘talk’…” I threatened as she nodded, tears in her eyes and clutching her reddening cheek before running off to who knows where? Like I care! Skipping over to Stan, I hugged his torso, “she's gone now…we can be together again~” no response. Curious I looked up to find Stan glaring daggers down at me making me back away. What’s wrong with him.

“What the FUCK Wendy?!” he shouted as I cringed.

“I-I was just-”

“Just WHAT?! What the Hell is wrong with you?! Let it FUCKING GO!!! Who gave you the right to just slap (Y/N) huh?!…” I was silent, looking around to find everyone looking down upon me somehow bigger then they were before…what’s happened? “…You aren’t the queen!!! More like a B!tchy Slut that uses boys to get what she wants! You DISGUST ME!!! You Better Stay Away Or Else It’s You That’s Getting Slapped But 10 Times Harder By ME!!!” Turning away, he ran off to the direction (Y/N) disappeared to. The humiliation…and in front of everyone…
I backed off, wanting to hide only to face another rage of anger from the new girl, Angel.

“You should be ashamed of yourself!!! I don’t know why you even got so popular! Is it because of your fake breasts? You better watch what you say with that dirty tongue of yours! Stan isn’t the only one that’s going to inflict damage upon your pathetic shell of a human being; you literally have no soul!!! Yeah, I might not seem like it but I will chose violence if I have to! I’m keeping close eyes on you and if you even take one inch of a step out of line, the powder on your face will get smacked, clean off! Maybe that way everyone can see the monster you hide beneath such a thin sheet of fake beauty that wont even last!” she threatened walking away in the direction (Y/N) and Stan ran off to. I looked around to seek the protection of my friends to find them looking away guiltily as if ashamed of me as well. Frustrated as well as humiliated, I ran out of school.

Reader’s POV

I sat at the base of a tree, trying to keep the tears from falling but couldn’t help it and gave in, letting them cascade down my face. Hugging my knees closer, I cried with silent sobs. What is Stan going to think of me now? He’d never love me back!!!
Continuing to sob, I was surprised to feel a hand lift my face and wipe away the tears, though I couldn’t see who it was because of the blurred vision I had because of the salty, warm liquid built up on the surface of my eyes.

“Please don’t cry (YN)…” that voice! Stan! Sobbing even more, I hugged his torso, my shoulders shaking and staining as well as dampening his shirt.

Stan’s POV

I wrapped my arms around her shaking frame; it was the only thing I could do to calm her down and I felt useless…However, when she eventually reduced to sniffles, I slowly pulled away, still keeping her in my arms but so that I could still see her face. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were big and puffy but she only looked even more cuter in my eyes. So innocent and pure…so vulnerable…it makes me want to protect her from all existing evil.
Leaning down, I let my eyes slowly close with my hand cupping her cheek stroking her soft skin with my thumb, guiding her lips to meet mine…

“(Y-Y/N)…I…I’ve always…ev-ever since we…met…I…” before I could finish my stuttering confession, I had already locked lips with (Y/N). They were so soft and delicate just as I thought it would be; it also felt so right, our lips were perfectly fitting for one another. Fireworks were being lit and sent flying through the atmosphere around us, nothing else existed but us…
Pulling away due to the need for air, I stared into her warm (e/c) eyes smiling softly.

Reader’s POV

“I love you…” Stan confessed as I smiled brightly; the happiest I’d ever been. So happy that I couldn’t help but respond…

“I love you too…”

((Like it needs one right?)) 

Reader’s POV

“Hurry up Stan!!!” I shouted through the field towards him as he hurried up towards me. Yes, I had opened up fully and started to speak again, though more then I did when I was with Angel.

“I’m coming!!!” finally running beside me, Stan smiled brightly and held my hand. We ran to the meeting place with the rest of the gang.

“Hey everyone!” I greeted as we came up to them; Kyle, Cartman, Kenny, Angel and Taby were all there. I was officially an item with Stan and I feel like the luckiest girl alive; he literally treats me like a princess so I treat him like my prince charming. Just so you know, Kenny and Angel aren’t together…yet. Taby and I are teasing her about it and I’m sure Kyle, Cartman and Stan are teasing Kenny about it too. They’ll be together soon, I’ll make sure of that. Wendy had reduced to a lower status in school and had become a geek herself. She distanced herself from everyone and I must admit, I’m slightly worried about her. Baby has been looking better everyday, Angel and I were working at the cafe so we helped her pay for the bills of the house. Kyle and Cartman are just being them, nothing much happening but they argue less now, since me and the girls are always there to stop them from going too far.  

“You’re finally here! Come on!” Angel hurried, leading the way to the amusement park. It was huge! I could already feel the happy atmosphere surrounding me and already play an affect upon my feelings; I suddenly feel happier and brighter (like I couldn’t be happy enough already). We spent an entire day having fun, winning in booths, entering contests (Cartman entered an eating contest and obviously won) and having the time of our lives. They sky was darkening and the gang was planning on watching the fireworks that were scheduled to be set off any time now. I am currently on the ferris wheel, sharing candy floss with Stan and stared out at the sky, catching sight of the first few fireworks being set off.

“Wow!” I awed at the sight of beautiful, bursting colours within the night sky, mingling in with the stars.

“Wow’s right~” I heard a dazed sigh from beside me. Turning my head, I saw Stan staring dreamily at me with the goofiest smile on his face making me blush; has he been staring at me this whole time? He chuckled and took a hold of my chin in between this thumb and forefinger, bringing my face closer to his, “You’re too cute sometimes (Y/N)~” blushing even more at his compliment, I squeaked as he suddenly locked our lips. Feeling him smile upon my lips, I let my eyes flutter close and kiss him back, wrapping my arms around his neck as he placed a hand on my waist and at the back of my head, pressing our lips together even more. What a romantic way to end the day. Our own kiss within the presence of fireworks; it can’t get any better then this…