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dietdoubledewme · 1 month ago

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howdy, i'm writing a 3 part fanfiction about stan and craig's freaky situationship-- a follow up to my previous work gimme a light

enjoy! as always feel free to request or suggest.

here's a taster:

“We’re… not really going out,” Stan said, hesitantly.

“Oh shit!” Kenny gasped. “I thought y'all had like, made it official, dude. You never just fuck without being practically married to people, man.”

Stan frowned at Kenny. “I fuck! I fuck all the time. Just because I haven’t fucked since Wendy doesn’t mean I have to… be in a relationship to fuck.”

Kenny chuckled. “As if, Stan. You have never once had a casual fling in the entire time we’ve been friends. And that, just in case you didn’t know–” He leans in. “–has been since kindergarten.”

Stan rolled his eyes. “Yeah, well, that’s all it is right now, so suck it.”

“Ohoho, ‘right now’? So you want more, but can’t bear to have your heart broken by one Craig Tucker?” Kenny teased, before suddenly becoming earnest, “Seriously though, dude– Be careful with that. Last time I checked, Craig was in the rebound phase.”

“Huh?” Stan questioned, his stomach dropping. “He never gave me the impression he’s in– was in a relationship.”

“Can you stop talking about your gay melodrama? It’s ruining my eating experience over here.”

“Dipping Oreos in tuna casserole doesn’t constitute an ‘eating experience’ in the first place, fatass,” Kyle interjected.

Stan felt like falling through the earth right now. He pinched the bridge of his nose, rubbing the skin there trying to soothe himself. It’s not that serious, it's just sex.

“Who was he with?” Stan asked, even though he really didn’t want to know the answer.

Kenny scratched his head. “Uhh, some guy from North Park. I dunno, man, they split up like, right as y’all’s school year started in August.”

August? They had only been doing this… thing of theirs since December. Surely, Stan thought, that was a big enough gap for Craig to get over the breakup. It was naive, and Stan knew that– he had only gotten over Wendy after around six months of them being broken up.

“Dammit,” Stan cursed under his breath. “They weren’t, like, serious, were they?”

“Hell, I dunno, dude,” Kenny responded with a sigh, crossing his arms and leaning back into his seat. “I haven’t caught up with Craig in a while, but considering they had been dating for like 2 years, it probably was.”

“Fuck,” Stan grumbled. “Why didn’t you tell me before I– before we…”

Kenny shrugged. “I didn’t really think that y’all would fuck in his car that night.”

Stan flushed immediately. “Shut up, dude!” Stan gritted.

“You guys fucked? In his car?” Kyle questioned. “Please don’t tell me it was right outside some frat party, dude.”

The three other men turned to look at Kyle, which prompted him to sigh a “Jesus Christ” under his breath.

#south park #staig #stan marsh #craig tucker #trans craig #ff #staig college au

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tissues-tissues · 2 years ago

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Can anyone write a kyman fanfic where the class has to take mandatory dance classes and cartman and Kyle end up together. They fight at the start and stuff. At the end all the pairs have to show their dance and Kyle and cartman are actually really good. This has been itching my brain for a while now.

#South park #Kyman #Kyman au #kyle broflovski #Eric cartman #Fanfic #Ff #Fanfiction

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hext00ns · 1 year ago

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Outrunning Karma

Chapter 2: twos a real fucking annoying coincidence

Ships: Stylenny

Warnings: (Non-permanent) Main Character Death, Cults

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It probably wasn’t that smart of him to have made himself known so soon.

Mysterion was swarmed with thoughts of the encounter the other day as he snuck his way between buildings. Keeping his eyes peeled for anything out of the norm.

Seeing Karen after so long almost had him feeling sick. The range of emotions that had exploded through him. He could hardly handle half of them. But it wasn’t like he could just let her get hurt. Who knew that that guy was gonna do to her. Mugging her was the best case scenario. Having seen that only after two days of being back in Colorado had his blood hot with anger, fear, just about anything else in between.

Karen was an adult now. She could keep herself safe. But even then, the need to protect overshadowed any other rational thought. He was fighting back any feelings of guilt. It was a necessity for him to leave. Coming back was just as much of a necessity. But he was going to make sure to cause as little harm and hurt to Karen, or anyone, to the best of his abilities. Besides, what was the chance that he would need to save her or anyone else that knew him before he could leave again? It was a once in a million probably.

Before he could keep throwing himself in his guilt, his phone began to buzz in his pocket. He always kept it on silent just in case. He made his way into an empty rooftop out of view before picking it up.

“What do you want, Damien?” he hissed out in his gruff voice.

“Are you Mysterion-ing right now? Your voice sounds stupid when you do that, you know.”

Mysterion rolled his eyes at the other’s words. “The voice does not sound stupid. It sounds super cool. Like fuckin’ batman.”

“Sounds just as lame as it did when we were eight. Sounds just as lame now. Besides, who the hell said you can pull off a Batman?”

“I do, smartass,” he grumbled back. “Dude, I’m literally out on the town doing my ‘thing’. What the hell do you want?”

“Dad wants to know if you’re coming down for dinner tonight.”

“Is that seriously why you fucking called me?” He could hear the chuckles from the other end but they didn’t sound like Damien’s. “Tell Pip I said he can go fuck himself.”

“Noted,” responded Damien. At the same time Mysterion could hear Pip’s higher voice giving a sound of distraught. “Though my dad really did wanna know.”

Mysterion sighed, “I don’t know man. I’ll see. I’m still trying to get this all done as soon as possible so I can be out of Colorado.”

“Speaking of,” Damien started back up. “The actual reason I called was to let you know how fast the news of you being back has spread.”

“What?!” he hissed back. “You gotta be fucking with me.”

“I called my uncle to double check. Karen has already told both Broflovski brothers about her heroic rescue.”

Mysterion ran a hand over the bare part of his face with a sigh. “But it’s just Mysterion… Their memories are still intact, right?”

He could almost hear the nod in the other’s voice. “As far as any of us can tell.”

Mysterion gave a sigh. It was better than nothing. He needed to be more careful, though. Especially out of the mask. There was too much riding on all of this.

After a last quick word, he hung up with Damien and went back to his patrol.

It wasn’t even twenty minutes before he found something suspicious.

A man being followed down the street. It could have been just two people walking but it was the way the second figure moved. Their whole body covered in what looked like a shroud and keeping their form hunched over and features out of view. His suspicions were also added with the way the second person kept pace with the first.

Mysterion got closer as the two walked, keeping a close eye. He needed to be careful just assuming things about people. It could just be some anti-social guy walking in his own way. Or anyone really. He needed real reason to drop down and intervene.

Thankfully, or unfortunately, that opportunity was given to him rather quickly.

The second figure waited till they were in a darker part of the street and suddenly sped up. Grabbing the man from behind and holding a cloth to his mouth.

Mysterion didn’t waste another second jumping down, landing right behind the duo. He grabbed the person from behind, startling them enough to let go of the other man. He then pulled them off him and spun them around to see their face.

He was surprised to see an older woman under the cloak. However, he was only given a split second to see her as he noticed the man falling down towards the concrete.

Mysterion dropped the woman and threw himself just enough to catch the man from hurting himself. Unfortunately, it seemed Mysterion’s luck really was dogshit. He recognized the man near instantly as Stan Marsh.

Fucking fantastic.

He didn’t have enough time to sort through anything, however, as he couldn’t let the woman get away. He tried to get Stan to the ground as gently yet quickly as possible. He then jumped to grab the woman and throw her to the ground.

“The hell did you do to him?” he hissed.

“It’s just chloroform!” She screamed back out in fear. She moved around sporadically to try and get Mysterion to let go. “Get off me!”

“Not until you tell me what you were doing!” A dark cloak and chloroform were some suspicious signs of what he was in Colorado for in the first place.

She paused her struggling to take a new look at him. Her face then gave a venomous glare to the masked vigilante. “You wont stop us this time.”

He was too caught off guard by her sudden shift. He was about to ask her what the hell she was talking about before he felt a sharp pain in his chest. She had somehow gotten a knife between them and lodged it into him. It took no time for his body to start screaming. The adrenaline settling into his blood.

He didn’t think she pierced anything important. However, blood loss was a genuine concern. He needed to deal with this woman and whatever the fuck he was gonna do with Stan before he lost too much.

He really hoped he had enough adrenaline to make up for it.

The woman took his surprise to kick him in the leg and get him to let go. She started to make a break for it down the road. He couldn’t lose this lead.

He stumbled into a run to chase her and once again grab the back of her cloak. He tugged hard and threw her down to the ground. He pulled out a zip tie and forced her wrists into it. He was out of rope for the time being. But he was always prepared.

Once she was bound he pulled her up by her collar.

“Who are you?” He hissed into her face. “Why were you trying to kidnap that man? What do you mean I ‘wont stop you this time’?” He gave her a few firm shakes as he hissed out his questions.

She kept trying to get away from him. Thrashing about to try and loosen his grasp on her. “Fuck you!” She hissed.

He reared back and landed a hard punch to her cheek.

She let out a shout of pain. She spit out blood and a tooth onto the ground. Maybe he had done that a bit harder than he should have.

“You’d really hit a fuckin lady?” She spat out.

“Answer me,” he growled in response.

She frowned, clearly having not gotten the response she wanted from him. “Do whatever the fuck you want to me. Kill me if you want! You’re not gonna win in the end, Mysterion.”

The way she hissed out his name was full of a vitriol that he wasn’t expecting. In fact, he was pretty surprised she knew his name in the first place.

He was about to go in for another attempt of intimidation when he heard a groan from Stan. Shit. He almost forgot about him. He stood and threw her back to the ground. “Keep your ass here,” he said before giving an exceptionally hard kick to her chest. Hopefully the pain will keep her where he needs her long enough to settle things with Stan.

He went back over to the man and looked down on him. Maybe the chloroform hadn’t gotten that into his system. He seemed out of it but not completely down for the count.

Stan looked up at him with blurry eyes. Maybe if he was lucky the other wouldn’t even remember seeing him.

Mysterion grabbed his arm to pull him up. “Are you alright?” He asked.

“Dude,” Stan groaned out. “I’m not, like, twelve again, am I?”

The vigilante shook his head. “No, you’re not.” Once he was able to get him stable on his feet he took another look at him. “Can you stand on your own?”

Stan paused, seemingly trying to evaluate his current situation. “I think so?” He looked back to the taller’s face. “I’m not going crazy, am I? You’re seriously Mysterion?”

“I’m not gonna answer that.” He let go of Stan tentatively, making sure the other really could stand on his own before fully taking a step back. “I’ll watch you go home. You’ll be safe the whole way there.”

“Oh,” Stan mumbled back. He looked like he was trying to blink the dizzy out of his system. “Are you seriously alive? And just saved my life?”

The vigilante shook his head. “Stop asking so many questions. You need to get home where it’s safe.”

“Dude,” Stan groaned out. Sounding more lucid as he spoke. “I have, like, seven years of questions. I’m not letting you just shrug me off like that.”

Mysterion opened his mouth to speak but stopped when he heard the sound of feet running. Looking to the side the cloaked woman had finally gotten to her feet and was making a break for it. He looked back to Stan and only responded, “Actually, you are.”

Mysterion then took off after the woman down the road. Not ready to let her get away so easily.

***

When Stan did get home he was almost annoyed with himself for not running after Mysterion and that woman. Unfortunately, even though he could stand and get himself home fine, the actual feeling of being chloroformed hadn’t left him. Even if it wasn’t enough to keep him completely down, he didn’t trust his legs enough to run. Just enough to get him onto the bus home.

Kyle was sitting at the kitchen bar with his laptop and a mug. He wondered, momentarily, if he should just hold off on the whole ‘Mysterion’ thing till later. Then again, if Kyle found out he didn’t tell him immediately he wouldn’t stop hearing about it for a month.

Stan dropped his bag to the couch, along with his jacket. Mentally telling himself he’d pick them both up later. With a sigh, he just started with, “So I saw Mysterion.”

It seemed he had picked the worst timing there as he instantly heard Kyle spit. Looking up to see he had spit his sip back into his cup and started coughing.

Stan ran up to the other and patted his back, trying to help. Only for the ginger to wave him away with a hand.

Kyle put down his mug and looked at the spillage on his shirt and keyboard. Which, thankfully, wasn’t a lot. He then looked up at Stan with an annoyed, yet baffled, face. “The fuck do you mean you ‘saw Mysterion’?”

“He, uh, saved my life,” Stan explained as he walked to the fridge and grabbed a soda. Also grabbing a few paper towels to hand to Kyle. “From getting kidnapped.”

“Kidnapped?!” Kyle responded with a hiss. He dropped back into his chair and placed a hand on his face. Holding out the other to grab the paper towels. “You and Karen are going to give me a fucking heart attack, man.”

Stan crossed his arms. “Hey man, it’s not like I asked for an attempted kidnapping to happen.” He sighed and ran a hand over his neck. “Man, I don’t even know what that freaky woman wanted.”

“Maybe she was some kinda creeper,” responded the other as he started blotting down the spillage on his shirt and computer.

Stan frowned as he sat down next to him. “Ugh, weird. I tried to get Mysterion to talk but he just ran off after her.” He took a few sips of his drink but his mind kept racing. “This is weird, right?”

“Oh definitely.”

Another pause passed between them.

“What are we gonna do about it?”

“What can we do about it,” Kyle hissed, finally turning to look directly at the other. “None of us know his true identity and he clearly doesn’t wanna talk to any of us. Besides,” he continued and turned back to his, now clean, computer. “It’s probably for the best. He probably is looking into something super dangerous that we shouldn’t be a part of.”

“And what if that ‘super dangerous’ thing has to do with seven years ago?” Stan pushed back. “What if that’s why he left? To look for answers himself?”

“And what if someone else dies, Stan?” Kyle snapped back. His brow had furrowed deep into his face with emotions ranging from anger to sorrow and seven years of things he probably should've gone to a therapist about.

All Stan could do was frown for a moment. They didn’t talk much about this kinda stuff for a reason. It might have only been seven years ago but it still felt fresh as if it had been just last week. Seven years ago changed all of South Park and everyone’s lives. Yes he wanted answers, but Kyle had a point. A point that felt like a knife to the gut.

“Sorry,” came out the mumble beside him. “I didn’t mean to…”

“You’re fine dude,” Stan sighed. “I get it.” After a bit of silence Stan stood up to grab his phone. “How does pizza sound tonight?”

#south park #stylenny #kenny mccormick #stan marsh #kyle broflovski #mysterion #damien thorn #pip pirrup #fan fic #fan fiction #outrunning karma (sp ff)#mywriting

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thelovelybitten · 11 months ago

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HII so TY SO SO much for rebloggin my stendy (kinda??) FIC!! :DDD im super glad u enjoyed it and i loved readin all the lil hashtag thingies ??!!! i would've responded to the reblog but im still not too sure how tumblr works,, or how to dm folks. BUT JUST TY SO MUCH! it means the world to me <33

of course !!! I loved it so so much :’) (dw abt Tumblr, at first it’s a doozy but you’ll get the hang of it !!) (I also write everything and anything in my tags, so thank u haha)

I know ur fic was more Wendy-centric for her development and character, (which, thank you—we love girlboss Wendy, I love her so) but the stendy got me really hooked just because of the way you wrote them ! I like being able to see their flaws as a couple—without wendy being perceived as a total bitch (like some anti’s in the fandom paint her out to be) and Stan being honest with his feelings instead of completely neglecting/ghosting her like he does. In the fic, Wendy does prioritize her life so she can build a life with Stan, but she doesn’t realize she’s hurting him in the process. It’s how the two of them should be written. They do have toxic traits in the show that are very questionable ( their jealousy, for starters… stan’s dependency on her, wendy’s insecurity with everything stan does that’s not controllable…) but it’s times like in this writing where they do grow a bit and finally accept they don’t work out. It’s extremely hard on them because they’ve been so co-dependent that they can’t see life without the other.

on that same coin however, people need to understand that they can work together but they have such big contrasts and complications that they have to work on for the relationship they want.

sometimes they just. need to be on their own to figure that out. and that’s why this story ended up being so good because Wendy found her worth and now knows what and who she is without him.

they need to take care—find themselves before they can have someone else.

Wendy needed this. She’s such an activist in the show and in this story…Stan at the time just wasn’t helping like she thought he was. And he knew. He needed to let go.

Wendy is her own self at the end. It’s so nice to see. We love character development and to see her find confidence in who Wendy Testaburger is and will continue to be.

it was really refreshing, really. thank u <3 thank u for giving wendy depth bc that’s my baby girl and I love her forever

FOR MY FOLLOWERS READ THIS FIC IMMEDIATELY >:(

(P.S. I’m also just a stendy lovebot, I’ll take my crumbs even if not intentional, lol) (they get back together in my mind but that what stories are for—different interpretations).

#viv answers #otp: I cant do it alone #stendy #stan x wendy #south park #no one gets them like I DO.#people just don't get it #so many people can’t accept that their ships have flaws that can make them fall out of love and THATS OKAY.#now they’re aged up in this fic—but my point still stands #let ur ships have ANGST !!!#LET THEM BE WHO THEY ARE WITHOUT THE OTHER FFS #they are their own individual selves before they’re a couple and I think people need to remember that #:’) <3 #that’s it that’s all thank u op it’s saved on my desktop !!!#everyone go read it immediately GOD DAMN U >:(

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