#stan fluff

4th Grade

Stan was able to see your change of attitude during the 4th grade. You smiled less. You seemed more distracted. He also noticed how your grades started to get worse and worse. He wanted to ask you what was happening, but something stopped him whenever he tried to talk to you. He didn’t know what or why he couldn’t get closer to you. You were alone most of the time. But he knew you were disconnected from the world. He told himself he didn’t want to bother you. That’s why he didn’t approach you. Can a person actually change that much over a year?

Stan found the opportunity to spend some time with you one day during recess. There was this talent show at the school. Kenny, Kyle, and he decided to play a song, so he spent his recess practicing as much as possible.

He saw you sitting at your usual desk, you were resting your head on the surface, and he could see you had your headphones on. He debated whether he should disturb your peace or let you rest, but his desire to speak to you won over. He grabbed one chair and dragged it next to you. The movement made you raise your head from your desk. You took notice of his guitar case.

“When did you learn to play the guitar?” you asked Stan while he was taking his guitar out of its case.

“I actually started to practice and learn to properly play it during the summer.” you looked at Stan with awe. You always knew Stan’s passion was music, but you never thought he could play an instrument. “I actually taught myself. For a reason, it was pretty easy. By only looking at videos of people playing, I could do it.”

“Cool.”

“Wanna learn?” Stan asked you.

“Mhm, I prefer watching you play. Can you play me a song?” you asked, and he started playing a song you soon recognized as “Something About Us” by Daft Punk.

You could see how Stan skillfully moved his hands on the guitar without any problem. He really practiced all summer if he was able to do it so easily. Stan saw you for a moment. You were paying attention to the way his left hand was moving across the guitar’s neck. You didn’t know why you were so mesmerized by the actions. In the end, you didn’t intend to learn, or anything like that, but something in the way he was playing had you paying more attention to his actions. When he finished, he looked you in the eyes, and he was able to see admiration.

“That was awesome, Stan!” you smiled at him. It was the first time in weeks he saw you genuinely smile. His heart fluttered.

“I’m glad you liked it, Y/n.”

5th Grade

“One day I’m gonna be as pretty as her” You were looking at the page from the magazine you just bought where your favorite singer was displayed.

“Since when you started reading magazines? I thought you hated them” Stan took the magazine from your grasp and looked at the same page you were looking at a few moments ago.

“It’s not that I hated them; I just never really understood what they were for until now….” you said.

“Why, though?”

“What do you mean by “why” Stan?” you looked at him, not really understanding his question. Were you really that ugly that you could never be like her? Stan noticed you were pouting, and he realized he needed to give you more context before he fucked it up.

“What I’m trying to say is that… Well, you are already as pretty as her. Even prettier, if I’m completely honest.” The last part came out of him as a whisper in hopes you didn’t listen to him, but of course, you heard it. You felt your heart wanting to get out of your chest.

“You think so?” you were smiling at him.

“Yeah.”

6th Grade

“What are you thinking about?” Stan sat next to you during recess. You weren’t really thinking about anything specific. You were just watching Kenny and Kyle play soccer.

“Nothing really, I just think they’re really good. Shouldn’t you be there with them?”

“Nah, I’m more of a football type of guy.” Stan took out his iPod and earphones and gave you one earphone so you could listen too.

“What are we listening to today?” you asked Stan while looking at the screen of his device while he was looking for a specific song. Stan always enjoyed these few minutes when Kenny or Kyle were far from you because he got to be alone with you without any of them trying to get your attention. Once a week, the two of you just sit down and listen to new music or songs you found during that week.

“I want to show you one song that I want to dedicate to you” You gave him a questioning look, and he pressed play. Bruno Mars’ “Just The Way You Are” started playing on your earphone. You’ve heard the song quite a few times whenever it played on the radio, but you never really paid attention to the lyrics until today.

You were looking at the floor while trying to understand why he dedicated the song to you. You didn’t move at all. Stan started to panic. Was this way too straightforward?

The song was almost finished, and your thoughts were all over the place. Did he feel this way? Was he aware that you liked another boy instead of him? Did Kenny know since he was his best friend? Were you actually worthy of these feelings he had for you? Maybe you were just overthinking everything, and he was just trying to help you boost your confidence. Yes, that must be it. It has to be. The song came to an end, and you stayed in silence.

“So? What do you think?”

“I-” Before you could answer him, Kenny and Kyle came running to where the two of you were sitting.

“Water, I need water” You gave Kenny your bottle of water, but you never stopped looking at Stan. You didn’t want to tell him you only saw him as a friend, so you were really glad Kenny and Kyle interrupted before you could say anything else.

“Let’s go. Recess almost finishing,” Kyle gave you his hand and helped you stand up.

7th grade

“Why the change of hairstyle?” Stan asked as he was sitting down at the table Kenny, Bebe, Red, and you were sitting during recess. “It’s been years since I saw you with your hair up.”

“Does it look bad?” you were ready to let your hair down when Kenny grabbed your wrist before you could do it.

“NO! No, I’m pretty sure Stan didn’t mean it that way.”

“Yeah! No, like, I believe you look beautiful. I can actually see your face. And it just gives you this sweet aura.” You looked at Stan and smiled at him. It’s the first compliment in months that someone who wasn’t Kenny or your parents (well, more like only Kenny) has given you.

“Yeah. Stan’s right, girl. You came today and looked prettier than normal,” Bebe said, confirming what Stan had just said. “Am I right, Red?” Bebe asked her, and she only nodded and continued typing on her phone.

“Stan’s right. You always look pretty, but today ufff, you astonished everyone.” Kenny, who was sitting next to you, kissed you on the forehead, and you rested your head on his shoulder. You looked at Stan and muttered a “Thank you” for only him to see. Stan made your whole week.

8th Grade

“Heard you and Kenny got into a fight” Stan sat beside you. You were supposed to be working on your project with Kenny, but since your fight a week ago, you’ve been doing all the work by yourself. You scoffed at his comment.

“Yeah, he’s just so… ugh” Stan laughed at your answer.

“Well, Kenny can be most of the time, “Ugh.” But on a serious note, you should speak to him. I know this fight is affecting him more than he would like to admit.” you sighed. The fight was also affecting you. You could barely sleep, always expecting him to send you a message, to call you, or to have an excuse to speak to him. But you wouldn’t be the one who talked first. You had pride that was preventing you from doing something. “And by the looks of it, I can see it’s also affecting you. When was the last time you slept properly, darling?” Stan grabbed you by the cheeks so he could take a better look at your tired face.

“I dunno, maybe four, five days ago…” Stan let go of you, and you rested your head on his shoulder. He was right. You needed to mend this situation as soon as possible.

“I will talk to him, but for now, can we just forget about him and talk about something else, please?” Stan leaned in and placed his head over yours. Stan always appreciated these little moments with you. They were rare. Most of the time, you had Kenny next to you. So this was like a treasure to him.

“Do you want my help?” Stan grabbed the book you were reading, getting the information you needed.

“Well, basically, I’ve finished reading and summarizing everything. I guess now I need to make the presentation.”

“How about I help you with that today?”

“Don’t you have to do your project too?” you asked Stan.

“Bebe and I have actually finished ours, and right now, Bebe’s trying to get Kenny into his senses so he can stop being a proud little shit” You laughed at his comment.

“Fine, today, at recess?”

“Perfect, I’ll wait for you so we can finish this project together.”

“Yeah, I would like that.”

Stan couldn’t understand everything that was happening. Didn’t Kenny tell him you and he made up a few weeks ago? He did realize you and Kenny were not speaking. Hell, you weren’t even acknowledging each other.

This was different from a few weeks ago. Before, you and Kenny spent most of your time looking at each other while the other wasn’t watching, but now you didn’t even bother to see each other. You were avoiding each other at all costs.

Kyle was back after a year and was taking all your attention when it should have been him, not Kyle. And not only that, but you looked miserable. Not only him but the teachers and your classmates noticed it too. And everyone knew it was because Kenny and you stopped hanging around and talking.

That was what hurt Stan the most. He could see how much Kenny meant to you. He at least wanted to make you feel happy. He missed your smile so much, but he was aware that he wasn’t going to be able to approach you without Kenny throwing a tantrum. So he started to leave post-its every morning on your desk with compliments that he knew would make you at least chuckle.

He saw how every time you read one of his notes, a glimpse of a smile was visible on your face. Even if it was for only a second, Stan was able to make you happy.

“I swear to god I’m gonna punch him if he keeps doing whatever he’s doing with her,” Kenny huffed as he took his seat next to Stan.

“What do you mean?”

“Kyle. He’s getting on my nerves way more than he usually does. He just thinks he can swoon her with notes to keep her away from me. And Y/n, she keeps spending all her time with him when she should be apologizing for what she did” Stan was debating if he should tell Kenny the truth he found out not so long ago after hearing one conversation between Red and Nicole, and also, tell Kenny he was the one sending the notes to Y/n.

Instead, he stayed in silence. He knew shutting up was better than receiving a punch from a furious Kenny.

A loud knock on your front door startled you. It was almost midnight. Not to be paranoid, but you were pretty sure only people who wanted to harm others would be the ones knocking at this hour, and the fact that you were alone scared you more.

Getting up from your couch and pausing the show you were watching, you went directly to the peephole, and the person on the other side was one you thought you would never see in your life again. You were debating if you should open the door or leave him outside. A part of you was curious to know why, after all these years, he was outside of your house, and the other wanted to run and leave him there. But unfortunately, your curiosity and kindness were stronger. So you opened the door.

“What are you doing here, Stan?” You spat out before he could say anything. Your face showed the disgust and anxiety you felt. But before he could say anything, you saw his face with detail.

A fine line of blood was dripping from his brow and lip, and that’s when it hit you. He was hurt, and he came for help. But why did he come to you? The town was big enough, and out of all the people he knows, he chose you? Nonsense. “What happened to you? And even more importantly, what are you doing here?”

“Hi darling, long time no see,” he smirked. You only saw him with a straight face.

“I asked you something. Why are you here?”

“Well, as you can see, I’m hurt and need your help.”

“Why me?”

“Well, you are the closest one.” What did he mean by that? You really didn’t want him to be close to you since you could feel an unbearable pain in your chest, but you knew you just couldn’t let him outside bleeding, even if it were just a tiny wound. Feeling defeated, you let him in.

“Sit and wait here. I’m bringing the first aid kit. Don’t move.” Your tone was severe. He knew you weren’t in the mood for playing around. While you were gone, he took a look around. It was the first time he had been in your house. With your parents always at home, he never got the chance to see the inside, only leaving you at the front door.

Everything was tidy, more than he could have thought. It didn’t look like a home. It felt empty. And then he saw the photos on the wall. Maybe your house felt empty, but he could see that something had changed since the last time he saw you. You were happy. Your family was happy.

Then he looked at the TV and immediately recognized the show you were watching, one of his favorite ones. He heard you returning to the living room, so he sat straight and prepared himself so you could clean his cuts quickly.

“You know the drill. It’s gonna sting a little. Try not to move,” you sighed and kneeled before him. As you cleaned the cuts, he paid attention to your face. Not a single emotion to be seen.

“Can I ask you something?” He waited for your response, and only a tiny humming came out of you. “Why are you mad to see me?” you realized you may have come aggressive, which, to be fair, he wasn't the one you should be mad at.

“Shouldn’t I be the one asking? You literally just appeared at my front door in the middle of the night after what? Six years without any contact, and you expect me to be all happy about it?”

“You’re right. So there was a party at Wendy’s, and well, I got into a fight. And you happen to live next to her, so here I am.” You looked him in the eyes, trying to decipher if he was telling the truth. It was part of it, though. Not all the truth, but at least he wasn’t lying to you. As you continued to cure him, you were trying to think about something to say to him, but nothing came to your mind.

“So you’re watching…” he pointed to the TV, and you couldn’t help but let out a little smile.

“Yeah, remember when you made a presentation about it? I was intrigued by the storyline, so I decided to give it a shot.”

“I thought you hated horror stuff. Every time Kenny or I recommended it, you just brushed it off, and even when we watched a horror movie, you just put on headphones and tried your best not to look at the screen.” Your face twitched when you heard his name, even after all these years you just couldn’t help it.

“I did, but I realized that sometimes real life is way more horrible than all those things, you know. And after losing everyone I loved, nothing could be more terrifying. And if I’m honest, I love the adrenaline that horror gives me.”

He stayed silent, knowing full well what you meant. You realized what you just said. And he wasn’t supposed to know that. You finished taking care of his cuts, so you just sat down next to him.

“I’m sorry.”

“About what? I know it wasn’t your fault, you just stayed by your best friend’s side, and I respect that.”

“Still, I could have done something about it. I knew the truth.” Now, that’s something you never expected him to say.

“What?”

“I knew everything was just a lie. And I let Kenny believe it. And it was wrong. I just…” he sighed as you tried to understand what he was saying. “I just was so jealous of your friendship with him. He was always by your side, and well, after all, he’s still my best friend.”

“Well, you two were always close. I wouldn’t have stolen your best friend, you know?”

”I wasn’t jealous of you.” Your mind tried to comprehend what he was saying, but even if you tried hard, you were too tired to understand what he meant.

“I really liked you, as in like, like. I liked you so much that it just hurt me to know that he was the only one in your heart, even if he was just your friend.” You stayed in silence. You couldn’t say anything, so he continued.

“You know, we made a pact. None of us could date you. Kenny, Kyle, and me. We knew damn well we wanted to be with you, but our friendship was more important, so we only decided to be close to you as friends. But for a reason, you were closer to Kenny, and he treated you as the most important thing in his life. I was just his best friend to you. I don’t think you even considered me your friend. And that hurt. When I found out about all the lies and things they were saying about you, I thought of it as an opportunity. So, instead of telling Kenny the truth, I lied and let him believe everything. I saw it as an opportunity to get closer to you. But part of me couldn’t go on. I knew I was wrong. When I tried to tell Kenny the truth, it was too late. He believed you sent me only to manipulate him to be your friend again. And when I tried to comfort you, Kyle was already doing it. Kenny saw it too, and he lost it. That’s why he said all those horrible things to you. I was still mad at everything that happened, so I just let him do it, even if I knew you didn’t deserve any of it.” A tear rolled down your face, memories flooded your mind, everything replaying in your head.

“That’s why I got into a fight today. Kyle arrived at the party, and everything was chill until he came closer to Kenny and started yelling at him about everything he did to you and how he treated you. Kyle told the truth and told Kenny how he was aware that I knew the truth. Kenny started yelling at us for not telling him the truth sooner. Then I reminded him that I had told him the truth, and when I least expected it, he was already punching us. He’s really strong. I still can’t manage to understand how he handled the two of us in a drunk state. Kenny and Kyle left, and I decided to come to you. I thought one of them would be already here, but I guess they were too angry to think about it.” Your chest was heavy.

“Want to know something? First of all, I did consider you my friend, maybe not the closest, but a friend at least. I really didn’t know what was going on back in the day. I knew Kenny was mad at me for something but never really understood why. Kyle did help me. He made the last two months of middle school more bearable. But still, the only thing on my mind was Kenny. The months passed, and I thought I would never see the three of you again. Then, in high school, I crossed paths with Kyle, and he told me that he found out the reason why Kenny was so mad at me, and I'm not gonna lie, everything made sense. All the things he told me and the way he acted. But instead of being angry, I kinda understood him. He felt betrayed. After that, Kyle and I just kept moving on with our lives until college came, and we stopped being in contact.” You really missed Kyle. He was your support for so long and stayed by your side. You wished he was still close to you. But before you continued to think about him, Stan spoke.

“I know you and I weren’t that close back in the day. But I do really want to get closer to you now. I needed to tell you the truth before starting something with you, even if it’s just a friendship. I have been debating for years to come here and to talk to you. I’m pretty sure the alcohol and the fact I was so close to your house made it easy for me to come and talk to you. Please, give me a chance.”

He was right. The two of you were friends even if the two of you were closer to Kenny than you were to each other. The moment Kenny started to ignore you, he stopped talking to you. You knew nothing good could come out of something that was already broken, but you do believe in second chances, and that happened six years ago. People change for good, and you were a prime example.

“I will. I might be crazy to accept it, but to be honest. I’m curious to know where all of this will go. And just so we can start with everything out, I kinda knew you were attracted to me. I just played dumb” You turned your head to him only to see a shocked expression on his face. You smiled.

“Was I that obvious?” He hid his face between his hands, embarrassed.

“Well, you would let out a lot, and I mean way too many compliments about anything that involved me. Maybe you didn’t realize you were saying them. But I wasn’t scared or taken aback. They kinda made my day.”

“Really?”

“Yup, and not only that, but they helped me to boost my confidence. And I’m really thankful for that.”

“I’m glad that at least did something good for you.”

So many things were going through your head. So many questions involving Kyle and Kenny. But at least you were sure about something. Everything will come to an end soon, and what better way to go through it than with Stan by your side?

“Go away!” you shouted when you heard a knock on your bedroom door, thinking it was your mother knocking. Not only she decided to scold you after taking a look at your grades, but you knew she would treat you like shit for the next days for it. You didn’t want anyone to bother you right now, especially not her. You heard the knocking again, you stood up, ready to shout at her and tell her to leave you alone, but when you opened the door, you saw your boyfriend.

He took a look at your puffy eyes. He could see you had been crying for some time now, and it broke his heart. Stan didn’t say anything; he just went a hugged you. You quickly hugged him back, trying hard not to cry again, but you broke down again as if you were waiting for his warm embrace so you could let out all the anger and sadness you didn’t show when you were fighting with your mother. Stan started to play with your hair in an attempt to calm you down, you could hear Stan’s heartbeat, and you decided to focus on the sound. You didn’t know how much you stayed like that, but it appears that it was for quite some time since Stan guided you to your bed so the two of you could sit down. Stan moved his hand and swiped away some tears that were rolling down your face. He kissed you on the forehead.

“I heard the screams from my room, and I wanted to come as soon as they started, but… Well, I didn’t want to make things worse, so I just waited for your mother to leave” You nodded at him and tried to calm yourself before explaining to him what had happened. You took a deep breath and started talking.

“She started to scold me because of my grades. You know they aren’t that bad, but they aren’t the best. She called me dumb and started to say how she wasn’t like this when she was my age, and I just….” you sighed. “You know, I really try, it’s not like I just leave it up to destiny, but she doesn’t seem to see that.” you could see Stan was really listening to you attentively, so you continued.

“I just don’t understand what she wants from me, you know? It’s like she’s never satisfied with my work. If I got the grade, she just brushed it off, saying it was my responsibility to get good grades, or if I didn’t do the way she wanted, I was just a dumb person to her. She’s never happy no matter what” You started to cry again. You just wanted her to be happy for just one time.

“You are not dumb, baby,” you snorted.

“Yeah, well, tell her that” You were looking at the floor, so Stan decided to kneel in front of you. His hands grabbed yours.

“I know she’s your mom and that no matter what, her opinion will always be important to you, but you don’t have to let her comments bring you down.”

“But how, Stan? It appears that her goal in life is to make me miserable, to bring me down.”

“I just don’t want to see you just because of her. You are such an amazing and smart person. You’re nothing like what she says”

“You’re being honest?” you sniffed.

“Of course I am! Who’s the one that helps me whenever I have a problem where I don’t know what to do? Who’s the one who always saves my ass every time I do something stupid? You. And not only that, but you always help me with my projects. So no, you’re not dumb at all. On the contrary, you’re the most brilliant girl I know” Stan gave you a kiss on the palm of your hand. You smiled at him. “Whenever she starts saying those comments, try to brush them off. Let your mind go to your happy place, don’t let her get into your head. And one day, you will prove her wrong, baby. And I know it’s easier said than done, but little by little, you will see your own worth, and there will be one day when her comments won’t bother you at all. And if one day her comments go too far, I will be there for you, no matter the hour or place. I will be there to remind you how of an incredible person you are.” You were surprised at Stan’s words. You gave him a little peck on the lips.

“Since when are you so mature, Marsh?” you ruffled his raven hair.

“Since I got an amazing girlfriend that I love so much,” you laughed.

“Thank you, Stan. I really needed that” Stan and you cuddled on your bed, your head on his chest.

“You don’t need to thank me, baby. As I said, I will always be here for you.”

“Hey, Y/n” You were at the cafeteria talking with Bebe and Nicole when you heard a voice you love to call your name. Stan Marsh. He’s been your crush for some years now. At this point, saying it was just a crush was stupid. You like him, god. You could say you were completely, madly in love with Stan Marsh, and he felt the same. Being friends with him since you were in kindergarten made things more comfortable. You and Stan had been together through it all.

To be honest, in the beginning, you didn’t see Stan in any other way than as a friend, you always helped him whenever he had a problem with Wendy when you were kids, and you always thought it was going to be like that. Until one day, when you were 13 years old, you noticed he started to act differently around you. Stan began to to do subtle things, like trying to hold your hand whenever he could, trying to impress you when he was practicing football, and some other stuff just so he could have your attention. He and Wendy had already broken up for good, remaining as friends.

Stan thought he wasn’t obvious about his chances in his attitude, but of course, he was utterly wrong. Not only did you manage to notice, but the whole class noticed, too, meaning your brother was well aware of this. When Craig found out Stan liked you, he forbade you to be with him. At that moment, it didn’t matter that much since you really thought maybe Stan was just changing due to age, and, to be honest, you really didn’t care about all that dating and couple thing. But the more you spend time with him, the more you start to fall for him. You always knew Stan was a good person. Always caring about his friends, even if that meant getting in trouble for it.

He loved animals so much, and he did whatever he had in his power to protect them. He was so selfless when it came to helping others that sometimes he forgot to put himself first. And that was one of the things you just loved about Stan Marsh.

But Craig didn't seem to see that. For him, Stan Marsh was nothing but a shitty kid that couldn't care for anyone else but himself, someone who somehow managed to get in trouble just by breathing, which was kinda hypocrite coming from the guy that was in the counselor's office every single week. You realize they had more in common than they would like to. In the end, one couldn't really care about what people thought of him, while the other cared way too much. And, of course, one looked like he could kill you at any moment, but fortunately for you, that person was your brother. Apart from that, they have way more in common than they would like to admit.

"Hi, Stan" You stopped the conversation. You had to pay full attention to him. You knew Bebe and Nicole wouldn't shut up about it later.

“So I was wondering, you know, we have been friends for a long time, and I have wanted to know if you know. Well, it’s ok if you don’t want to. I would totally understand…” he started to ramble, and you couldn’t help but smile. You knew where this was going, and it was something you had been waiting for quite some time now.

“Stan…” he realized he wasn’t going anywhere with his talk. He took a deep breath as if he was summoning all the courage he had and said, “Wouldyouliketogooutonadatewithme?” He said it so fast you could hear Bebe and Nicole whisper some ”whats” and “huhs,” but of course, you understood him.

“I would love to go out with you, Stan” You smiled at him, and you could see the biggest smile he’s ever shown on his face.

“Perfect! Friday? I will pick you up.”

“Friday sounds good” The two of you smiled at each other. You couldn’t wait for Friday.

“Craig’s gonna kill you,” Bebe blurted out while you were deciding which dress you were going to buy for your date.

“Oh, come on, Bebe, don’t be such a pessimist. It’s her first date with anyone decent in this town” You looked at Nicole with a poker face. She wasn’t wrong, but she didn’t need to remind you of all your date fiascos.

"Yeah, Bebe, don't be a pessimist,” you said. “Instead of thinking about how crazy my brother's reaction will be, help me find the perfect dress Stan would drool over.”

“Is Craig gonna let you go out with a dress? On a date with Stan?” She was right. It was already hard enough to get out of the house without any of Craig’s comments on your choice of clothes, now adding the fact that you were going to have a date with his “sworn enemy” was going to make it impossible to get out of the house without being suspicious.

“Bebe, if I wanted to overthink and only be pessimistic, I would have gone to Tweek and Wendy.”

“I know it’s just… Craig tends to be overprotective when it comes to you, and he has a horrible temper. And don’t even get me started with his irrational hate for Stan and his friends.”

“I know, Bebe, but that’s why I have you guys. You will help me get to my date with Stan without Craig suspecting anything.”

Friday came faster than expected. You had everything planned. You told Craig that you were going out with the girls. He was hesitant at first since all of you usually go out with you, including Clyde, Tolkien, and Tweek, but he understood you need to have “girl time,” and he didn’t want to participate in whatever conversation you tend to have when guys aren’t around. The girls knew exactly what to tell him if he called them asking for any update.

You were getting ready for your date when you heard Craig enter your room.

“Care to explain where are you going?” He asked, and by the tone of his voice, you could tell he was starting to get mad.

“What do you mean? I told you I was going out with Bebe and Nicole” You were evading his gaze. You hated when you lied to him, so you knew you were going to be weak if you looked him in the eyes.

“Oh really? Because according to Tolkien, he and Nicole are going out today, and Clyde just told me Bebe is helping her mother with something. I’m asking you again, where and with whom are you going out?”

“You’re not dad, Craig. I’m not telling you anything” Deciding that it was best just to get out of there before the situation escalated, Craig grabbed your arm, making you stop.

“You’re going out with Marsh, aren’t you?” You were surprised that somehow he managed to find out. “Don’t try lying to me, Tweek saw everything, and I heard Kyle and Kenny talking about this date Stan is having with, and I quote, “the only girl that he actually has liked,” and everyone knows it’s you,” you sighed.

“Ok, fine. You’re right, I’m going out with Stan, happy? Now if you excuse me, he’s going to arrive at any moment” You freed yourself from his grip, going down the stairs to get out of your house before he could say or do anything, but of course, luck wasn’t on your side. Craig managed to go down the stairs and stood in front of the door, blocking it.

“You are not going out with Marsh.”

“I’m going out with whoever I want, now move” You tried shoving him but only failed at the attempt. “And what are you gonna do? Stand in front of the door all day long? Don’t you have something else to do instead of making my life harder than it already is!?”

“If that’s what it takes for you to not leave this house, then I will!” you realized the two of you were screaming at this point, and you were thankful that your parents and Tricia were out.

“You’re insufferable, Craig. IT’S JUST A DATE.”

“I don’t care if it’s an evening with the queen. YOU ARE NOT GOING OUT.”

“FUCK YOU, CRAIG” You tried to look strong, but the tears were coming out at any moment. You decided there was no use in fighting with him. Huffing, you turned your back and ran to your room, shutting the door as hard as possible. Tears were coming out. You were mad, mad that he always was so mean when it came to Stan, and you knew that wasn’t going to change any time soon. The more you thought about it, the more you realized the idea of being with Stan was pointless if Craig was going to act like that every time. You sat down on the floor, letting out all the anger and sadness you were feeling. Some minutes passed when you heard something hit your window. A notification from your phone grabbed your attention “Look outside.” You opened your window, and you could see Stan with a ladder.

“What do you think you’re doing, Marsh?” You let out a small laugh. Stan finally got to your window. You smiled at him and helped him get into your room.

“I was going to knock but heard your fight with Craig and knew it was better if I just left, but I just couldn’t go without knowing if you were ok.” Stan grabbed your cheek, trying to wipe out the tears rolling down.

“I’m better now that you’re here” You hugged Stan, his embrace being the only thing you needed to help you calm down. “I’m really sorry you heard us fighting. And I’m really sorry we can’t go out on our date.” You felt Stan leaving a kiss on your forehead.

“First of all, don’t be sorry. I just want to spend time with you” You looked at him with questioning eyes.

“What do you mean you want to spend time with me? Stan, we literally spend time whenever we can.” Stan guided you to your bed, and the two of you lay there, your head on Stan’s chest while he played with your hair. You waited for him to start talking but only heard him sigh.

“It’s just. I’ve been wanting to tell you something for quite some time now, but I’m scared.”

“Scared of what?”

“Of losing you,” you felt your heart skip. Maybe you knew where this conversation was going to go. You understood him. That’s the reason you haven’t told him anything at all, either. You preferred to have Stan in your life, even if it was only as friends. The thought of losing him was unbearable. “I know we spend time together, but I wanted it to be different this time. After all, there’s a reason why I asked you out on a date,” you smiled.

“I’m pretty sure it would have been amazing if it wasn’t for my stupid brother.”

“Don’t be mad at Craig. He’s just protecting you.”

“Don’t try to defend him this time, Stan. He’s just so mean. I know that he just hates you and your friends for some unknown reason, but he shouldn’t criticize you based on anything. I just don’t understand why he can’t see how you really are.”

“And how am I?”

“Well, you are incredibly polite. You not only care for people. You love to help others when they need it. You care for the people in your life and try to do whatever is in your hands to make them happy. And you’re also a great son, helping your mom with the house, and even if you hate to admit it, you worry for your dad. The amount of time I’ve seen you worry and help animals are too many to count. There are so many positive things about you that you don’t see, but there’s a reason why Kenny, Kyle, and even Cartman will go to the end of the world just for you.”

“Only them?” Stan was flustered by your comment.

"Well, maybe not only them. I would do anything for you. No matter what and when you know I'll be there. And that's why I hate when Craig makes a bad comment about you. He has no idea of how you really are."

“Don’t be so harsh on him. I kinda understand him, you know? You are his little sister. He has this need to protect you. Even myself, for example. Yeah, maybe Shelly and I aren’t the closest, but I know that if I ever need her, she will be there, and I will too. It’s like an unspoken rule for siblings. And now, with you and Craig, the two of you are closer. It’s normal the way he’s acting. Don’t be sad or mad when he acts this way.”

“He’s older by 30 minutes” Stan let out a laugh.

“Still, try to understand him. Promise?” You say Stan’s pinky finger in front of you, locking yours with his.

“Promise” You sat up, facing Stan. You couldn’t believe someone like Stan was in your life. He somehow made everything better. The two of you looked at each other in the eyes, and for a moment, you forgot to breathe. Stan sat up straight, getting closer to you.

“There’s a reason I wanted to go out on a date with you, apart from spending time with you.” You felt his hand caress your cheek and leaned to his touch. “I like you. Fuck. No, I just don’t like you. I’m in love with you. And I wanted to tell you before, but as I said, I was just too scared to lose you.”

“Stan…” you couldn’t believe he was confessing. You let out the biggest smile.

“And I totally understand if you don’t feel the same.”

“Stan,” you tried to tell him something, but he continued talking.

“And if you want, we can just leave this conversation in the past, but I don’t want-“Realizing that he wasn’t going to stop any time soon, you kissed him. Stan was shocked at first, not believing you were actually kissing him. Once he was totally aware that it wasn’t just a dream, he deepened the kiss. You felt Stan’s hand on the back of your neck, pulling you as close as possible. The kiss was slow but intense. Years and years of mutual pining and feelings were getting out in that kiss, and it wasn’t enough. Without breaking the kiss, you positioned yourself on Stan’s lap. You felt his hands grabbing your waist, pulling you closer to his body while you grabbed his cheeks. The two of you pulled out of the kiss. Heavy breathing could be heard coming from both of you.

“That was…” you said, trying to compose yourself after the kiss.

“Amazing” Stan grabbed one of your hands, kissing it, and you just smiled. You were perfect. “So you wanna be my girlfriend?”

“Definitely.”

When it was time for Stan to go, you helped him get down the ladder without hurting himself in the process. Stan stayed with you for some hours, lying down, listening to music, and kissing whenever you could. It was as if everyone and anything had disappeared; the only ones left were you and Stan.

Once he left, you decided it was best to talk to Craig. You wanted to apologize for shouting at him. In the end, as Stan said, he’s just protecting you, and you were thankful for that. You went to his room and knocked. A faint “come in” responded, and you entered his room.

“So he finally left” You felt your soul leaving your body.

“How did you..?”

“I wanted to apologize for acting like a complete jerk, and when I was about to knock on your door, I heard your conversation with him,” you mentally facepalmed yourself.

“What’s with you people listening to conversations through the door.” Craig let out a chuckle. “Stan told me the same.”

“At least he knows when his presence isn’t required,” you sighed. “But he’s right. You’re my little sister. I just don’t want anyone to hurt you.”

“I know, and that’s why I wanted to apologize. I’m sorry for shouting at you” Craig hugged you. He wasn’t the type of brother to give affection to, but whenever the two of you fought, a hug was like a reassurance that everything was fine.

“I have to admit, I was surprised Marsh understood my actions. I thought he was gonna get negative ideas in your head,” you laughed.

“See, that’s what I have been trying to show you all these years. He’s not like you say. Just give him a chance, and you’ll see the real Stan.”

“I guess people change from who they were when they were little.”

“So..?” You looked at Craig with hopeful eyes.

"I'm giving him a chance. I promise not to say anything bad to him."

“Thank you, thank you, thank you.” You hugged Craig as hard as you could. You were about to get out of his room when you remembered. “I think it’s a great time to tell you he’s my boyfriend now. Ok, bye!” You closed his door as fast as possible and ran to your room.

“WHAT?”