South Park x Reader

Reader x Stan

I've lived in this quiet little redneck mountain town for almost 5 years now. I am a sophomore at South Park High, along with most of the kids in this town. There are some cool kids here, like Kyle, Craig, Kenny, and Clyde.

But the boy that stood out the most was Stanley Marsh. He had raven-colored hair, deep blue eyes, and always wore his brown jacket and jeans with a blue and red beanie. He was adorable. But of corse, in a relationship with this bitch Wendy.

She's a complete control freak over him. Yet somehow, even after they break up, Wendy tries to find a way to guilt Stan into being her boyfriend again. It's a stupid cycle. I'd stop it if I was brave enough.

Kyle and I had plans to hang out at his house after school today. His parents were going out of town and we had to watch his younger brother Ike, which wasn't so bad. Ike was adorable.

I was leaning against the side of the school building, waiting for Kyle to show up. But instead, Stan showed up. My hearts started racing as he walked towards me. What did he want?! Oh god I probably look like shit!!

"Hey y/n," he called, waving at me. "Have you seen Kyle around? I'm supposed to meet him here"

"F-funny you say that. I'm meeting up with him to g-go to his house and watch Ike. H-his little brother," I stuttered, trying to avoid staring into his eyes.

He looked at me closer. "Huh. He didn't say anything about you tagging along. Heh, the more the merrier I guess, right?" I nodded as he moved to lean against the wall to my right. He was so close!

"Sorry to keep you waiting!" Kyle called, jogging up. "Oh, y/n, I forgot to tell you that Stan was coming over too. You cool with that?"

"Yea totally." I answered, bumping shoulders with Kyle. "Let's go!" The three of us began walking to the ginger's home, laughing and joking like we'd been best friends all out lives. It was nice. I kept stealing glances at Stan the entire way there.

Kyle's dad was locking the door as we walked up. "Oh Kyle! I'm glad you made it before we left! Make sure you keep the door locked and that Ike needs to be asleep by 8:30. Hello Stanley, y/n."

Stan smiled and waved and I mustered a small "hi." I had never been fully comfortable around Kyle's father. There was something off about him...

"Thanks dad. Ike'll be fine with us. See you tonight!" He turned and went inside, urgently ushering us towards him. We walked in after Kyle and watched the Jewish couple drive away in their hybrid car.

Stan immediately walked to the kitchen and opened the fridge, looking around in it. I sat down on the couch and turned on the tv as Kyle went to find Ike. Stan returned from the kitchen with what i thought was root beer. He sat next to me on the couch and cracked it open. It was then I realized it was real beer. Where the hell did he get that?

"S-so....you drink?" I asked hesitantly. He glanced at me and grinned, taking another drink from the can. "Yeah. Just don't tell my old man or he'll kill me." Stan took off his beanie and ran his fingers through his hair as we watched a Terrence and Phillip re-run.

Kyle came downstairs holding Ike's hand so he wouldn't fall. "Look who's here Ike! It's Stan and y/n!" he looked at us and smiled, until he saw what Stan was holding. His smile faltered as he led Ike to the couch and sat him down.

"Here Ike, play with y/n," Kyle told his little brother as he pulled Stan roughly into the kitchen.

"Dude!! What have I told you about the alcohol?!" Kyle yelled at Stan. "Not to drink it?" Stan guessed, drinking more of his beer.

Kyle snatched it away and poured it into the sink, letting the liquid drain out. "It's BAD for you Stan! You're 15!!! And where the hell did you get this!?" when Stan shrugged, Kyle pushed him roughly against the counter.