#Stendy fanfiction

[thelovelybitten]

stendy lovebots !!!! the Decked the Halls re-write of chapter two goes up tonight, followed by chapter three on wednesday. I'm officially on winter break, so besides working, all of my time will be going into writing this, among other drafts and future ff's.

Time of drop tonight will be late as I'm working, but before midnight for sure. :)

Time tomorrow is the same. :) 8PM MST.

[gloomingstar]

That's Salem, that's my girlfriend

[up-side-in-side-out]

“Overall though, she had come a long way in learning to accept humans, so much so she had started to develop a crush on the boy— not that she would ever tell anyone.”

Stan Wendy and Kyle drawing based on this chapter of my fanfic: Top 3 reasons to not open a multidimensional time rift: number one will surprise you

[1moreoffkeyanthem]

It’s time for another Fic Rec List fellow humans!!!

And boy howdy do I have a LOT this time lmao. A good chunk of them are Kyle-centric, bc I, like my son Stan Marsh, have been fixated on that guy. Also there are multiple from the same authors bc I find something I like and read EVERYTHING by them.

There’s a range of pairings on this list too bc I’ll read pretty much anything (still mostly style they do be my favorite) so hopefully if u see ur favorite ship or an intriguing concept this’ll steer you to somethin u like!

Here ya go!

* (rem)ember by boxwinebaddie. Ok we all knew I was gonna start the list w this one bc I am OBSESSED!!! Style holy shit! Crimson Dawn! Mentally unstable law student Kyle! RAVEN!!! The friendships and group dynamics! Rm lives rent free in my head dude plsplspls check it out!

* Painted In Shrouds by courtanie. Y’all want some Kysterion? This is one of my favorites! And NOBODY does Kenny like this author seriously. We got espionage! We got organized crime! We got overworked cfo Kyle! We got working together to take down the bad guys! We got blood and injuries and falling in love!

* Swansong by OrcaTimes. Fair warning this made me ugly cry. No one writes Craig like OrcaTimes YALL the Cryle destroyed me and doctor Craig always slays!!! It’s a beautiful story about love and grief, just GORGEOUS!!!

* Collector by cement_shoes. WHOLESOME STYLE ONESHOT!!! Them over the years, taking care of each other, Kyle handling bugs for Stan when he’s scared of them, growing up together and the trials of being human, but with someone always on your side. This one is SO sweet and gorgeously written, and a quick read too.

* A Ballad Of True Hearts by luckypoppies. Dude we all know I’m feral about SOT Style and THIS RIGHT HERE EATS!!!!! The history, the betrayal, the FANTASY VIOLENCE AND THERES THIS FIGHT SO FAR THAT SLAYS SO HARD! Being falsely accused of treason and subsequently exiled, tasked with escorting your prince to safety, GOD you just FEEL for the boys in this (plus we got them taking care of each other like yes yes gimme that fantasy whump) the world building is AWESOME I love sot AU’s and how different authors come up w the lore!

* Behind The Wall by Jwink85. Alright this one STARTS OUT nice, and is such an accurate representation of manipulative abusive relationships. Damien man holy shit. There’s so much going on in this, and the STAN PLOT OMG (yes style I love them) Kyle and Stan reconciling, Ike is my DISTRUSTING KING, high school angst, Tweek and Kyle friendship, Kenny being an icon, and I’ve said before but I love when Kyle’s written as generally wanting to see the good in people but still fiery in his own right, this is (a lot of jwinks stuff really that’s why I like their works so much) a great example of that!

* Simply Expandable by Kivea. YO WHO ORDERED THE MOB AU!!! Dude we got private investigator Craig, rival gangs, supernatural elements and mystery, conspiracy, fucking MOB BOSS KYLE?!?!? Kyle’s a bamf in this holy shit and bodyguard Stan, (this is Cryle btw and it’s fantastic) former k2, twenny, underground fighting rings, some KICKASS gang fights and the true antagonists bro the reveal was SICK! And when I say it’s a The Gangs All Here fic, I mean EVERYONE it’s wild and such a fun read it had me on the edge of my seat!

* And The Lightning Cracks The Sky by PastorCraigEnjoyer. Yeah yeah it’s cringe to rec your own shit sue me. But like Druid prince Kyle, Smokejumper Stan, forest fires, little mermaid but in the northern rockies ass plot, OVERLY PERCEPTIVE KENNY, mutual pining, magic, my beloved injury recovery (I gotta fuck Stan up ok) (I’m the worst)(giving Kyle chronic pain who me never) falling in love and saving each other’s lives, EVIL Cartman, I LOVED WRITING THIS ONE SO FUCKING MUCH it’s truly my baby.

* A quiet place (where I can scream how I love you) by sleep2thefr33zing. Coming of age style!!! So much emotional tension dude the pining is so fucking good, the first chapter is Stan’s perspective and the second one is Kyle and it’s BEAUTIFULLY PAINFUL WHEN THEYRE BOTH DOWN BAD BUT THINK THE OTHER ISNT!!! I love them being there for each other through all the bullshit of growing up, how resonant their falling outs are, it’s just so incredibly gorgeous and you really feel their emotions along with them.

* Knives by SparrowGrim. Ok so kyman isn’t my cup of tea but I’m putting it on the list bc some people do like it and this is an OBJECTIVELY FANTASTIC STORY!!! Tbh I only clicked bc I saw that it was Kyle centric (and that injury tag what can I say I eat that shit up) but I was HOOKED! Dark urbania, gangs running the streets, THE CODE NAMES SLAY SO HARD, we also got creek bunny stendy dip, the character relations are all so cool and the plot is WILD! Also Butters Kenny Stan and Craig are so badass jesus. Not even a ship I like but I loved the story.

* Peering Through Windows by Jwink85. C’mon I gotta have another jwink on the list and this one is SO. FUCKING. GOOD. K2 has been one of my favorites lately and THIS!!! We got dark cryle (my beloved) but when I say dark I mean CRAIG IS SO DEPRAVED!!! Like dude. But the story is THRILLING and artist Kenny is so kickass, Stan is a dad I literally cried over that small detail lmfao and I love jwinks Kyles and their idealistic nature (also I’m a sucker for any artist character) this story broke my heart and mended it again it’s incredible.

* Hunger Pains by Bellweather. Ain’t nobody doin Stan like bellweather MY SWEET PRECIOUS BOY UGH!!! The style is so great omg. The main four dynamic in this is wonderful, them trying to help Kyle through his ED (damn I really do read a lot of shit where Kyle’s suffering huh) all the characters are so well fleshed out and IKE I LOVE IKE IN THIS! The chapters have individual content warnings which is a great touch. Craig having prophetic dreams! Kenny dying multiple times! Chaos! Teenage camaraderie! There’s plenty of humor to make up for the dark shit but it DOES get dark. The mystery element in the beginning is really cool too I definitely have read this one multiple times.

* Find Somebody by hypercatt. STYLE!!! Stan-centric and so so so good, I love a platonic stendy team up too. some of the senior class goes “missing” and WHEN I TELL YALL I WAS so nervous that I read it out of order to make sure everything turned out okay lmao seriously this one had me WRITHING! There’s a gorgeous analogy throughout of physical hurts as a metaphor for mental illness and healing that just SPOKE TO MY SOUL!!! And there are so many beautiful moments, especially near the end, and the message of opening up and not running from your problems is beautifully written. Another one that occupies my brain lmao.

* To Have And To Hold by courtanie. Yes this is another one where Craig is SERIOUSLY DEPRAVED but hear me out!!! The plot, like I would DIE to adapt this to the screen, you feel like you’re watching a dark kidnapping race against time when reading this. And THE K2 IN THIS HOLY FUCK!!! Another one of my favorite Kennys ever and it’s so frustrating for the reader and the characters because WE ALL KNOW WHO TOOK KYLE BUT THE COPS ARENT DOING SHIT! The ending is unbelievably satisfying and the rest of the gang teaming up is so awesome STAN AND KENNY GOING FERAL OVERPROTECTIVE I live for that. But god the shit Kyle is subjected to, but he doesn’t lose that fire (Kyle ily sry)

* When The World Shakes, Hold Me by Bellweather & Blinkxs. The world building in this is PHENOMENAL!!! Post apocalyptic stuff, survival, STYLE!!! Some serious dark themes tho this is a heartbreaking read like damn check the tags frfr but the writing is MAGNETIC!

* -South Park- Style Sickfic/ Injury Fic Requests by AlwaysInSTYLE. Alright alright we all know I love my style hurt comfort and this is a request book/ oneshot series that’s JUST Stan and Kyle taking care of each other and I LOVE IT. you’d think it would get old but it DOES NOT. they’re not repetitive at all, and really fun reads! If you check it out, tell her PCE sent you we’re homies.

* Rookie Mistakes by espyonz. I love me some stenny and BRUH STANSTERION!!! Long oneshot that had me hooked. We got gentle hearted detective Stan who truly wants to protect and serve and is out of place in a corrupt police department. KENNY AS MYSTERION we know I love that shit, and he’s so awesome in this!!! The team up of Kenny Stan and Wendy to find missing people and uncover the truth behind their disappearances is AMAZING. We got Wendy as the tech girl which is SO slay (plus she and Heidi are together asjdhdks) and Kenny is hilarious in this, like he’s such a little shit and I adore this adaptation of his superhero persona. This one dropped LAST NIGHT and I’m so glad I didn’t make a red list post until now bc THIS NEEDED TO BE ON IT!!!

* Seven Candles by courtanie. Yep another one I’m tellin u, one of the best Kenny writers out there. So uhh Kyle in a Very Bad Situation again, like some of it was really tough to read. BUT!!! We got a war between heaven and hell!!! KENNY AS A FUCKING ARCHANGEL ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!?!? (I live for courtanie’s overprotective kenny holy shit) this is legitimately my favorite Kenny interpretation IVE EVER READ HES SO FUCKING AWESOME!!! Plus we got satan being Done with Damien’s shit lmao and Kyle making friends with a hellhound which is fun. THE FINAL BATTLE WAS SO COOL TOO I LOST MY MIND!

* Why Remind Me by Kasen. One of the best style oneshots BRUH it’s so good with such a wholesome ending and the FEELINGS CONFESSIONS!!! The boys playing superhero, then later we got high school style and an accident that leads to a reminder of a kiss and UGH ITS SO CUTE!! Just- just read this one I love it sm.

[spookymultimedia]

I've started a fanfiction about my reinterpretation of The Cissy with intersex Cartman! It's the same general story just different things happen.

[tyranitardude]

Board game nerd/musician Stan and debating team member Wendy is not just an underrated flavour of Stendy, but is also canon accurate and very in character, much more so than football quarterback Stan/cheerleader Wendy.

And on that note, Stendy fanfics don’t even have the characters aged up because it’s already canon.

[sp-by-april]

Stendy prompt for @cat-with-hyper-fixations You didn't give me a kink so I picked public sex💜💙

Stan x Wendy

[Send a prompt for a kinky mini shot!] [Stan Marsh Master List]

Wendy was nervous. The living room was full of people. Five by her count. Heidi and Cartman. Nichole and Kyle. Kenny. They were crashed out after the party. Jimmy, along with Clyde and Bebe had taken the bedrooms.

Stan wanted her and he’d been touching her so deliciously that now she was wet with desire and she wanted him. Really wanted him.

Public sex was something Stan was always interested in, and while it sounded fun, it also sounded dangerous.

Now, it was too late to back out even if she wanted to. Stan was on top of her, rubbing the head of the cock she loved so much along her anticipating slit.

That was another thing, Stan was like magic to her. No guy had ever made her feel as good as he did. Their bodies fit so well together, sometimes Wendy thought they really were made for each other. He could make her come so hard she saw stars. How could she stay quiet?

And she’d have to stay quiet.

Imagine if Cartman woke up and saw me writhing pathetically on Stan’s dick? She thought.

Stan finally squeezed his cock inside of her and Wendy gasped sharply as the most delicate part of her accomidated his width.

“Shhh,” Stan kissed the corner of her mouth and he pushed himself as deep into her as her body would let him.

Wendy nodded an acknowledgement and grabbed his shoulders.

If she couldn’t make noise, she needed to hold onto something for dear life.

Stan started slow, deep and firm.

Wendy felt every muscle in her body melt as his cock pushed lusciously on that sweet spot inside of her.

Then his hips started going faster. Hard. Harder.

Wendy whimpered as she struggled not to make a noise.

She looked up at Stan. his eyes were heavy-lidded, his cheeks were pink and his mouth was a little open as he stared down at her. He was lost in the feeling of fucking her. Fucking her somewhere he definitely shouldn’t. He was so enraptured he looked like he could drool at any minute.

The only things Wendy could hear were mild snoring across the room and the deliciously obscene sounds their bodies made as he slammed into her.

It was.. Kind of hot that he was in that deep because of her. She let go of his shoulders and lifted her bouse. She unclasped the front of her strapless bra, and it popped open, exposing her bare breasts.

“Fuck,” Stan groaned low and his hand went right for her breast.

He massaged and squeezed her breast and then his hand dropped between them.

He brushed his thumb along her clit and she whined quietly. He started rubbing her in tight circles and she bit her lip.

Wendy was aleady close to coming and it probably took less than a minute for him to push her over the edge.

She grabbed onto his shoulders again, her nails digging through his shirt and into his skin. Her every muscle tensed as the pleasure, shame and secrecy collided into an intense wave of pleasure. It swelled, crested and crashed over her body until she saw stars. Her soft walls festened up around Stan’s cock and gripped him tight as the bliss overtook her body.

Stan was starting to regret his suggestion to fuck Wendy right there. Her pussy felt so good; Soft, wet, tight, now squeezing like a vice. Her breasts were almost hypnotic as he watched them move with each thrust. Worst of all… God, everything from his bellybutton down was tense, tight and all the tension was anchored straight to his dick.

He needed to come, but the way he was feeling, he knew he couldn’t do it quietly. Fuck, maybe he could run to the bathroom? No. He couldn’t puss out like that. Not in front of her.

His body chose for him. The pressure had built and he was past the point of no return. He locked his mouth onto hers hoping it would dull the noise.

His hips jerked abruptly into her and Wendy gasped. He groaned deep into her mouth and his cock shot her full of hot, sticky spurts of pleasure.

Stan panted in Wendy’s mouth.

They both froze.

Movement across the room.

[justyourtypicalwriter]

Uhhhhh…surprise!

[alovelyfox]

Chapter 9: Confessions with a side of pancakes

The words leave your mouth in a tone much more harsh than you mean them to, but it seems to stop whatever the two idiots on your couch were just doing, so it feels justified. Stan abruptly gets off Wendy, and she sits up to look at you. For a minute, the three of you are trapped in some kind of sick staring-contest, eyes darting back and forth between each other. But you’re the first to break when the sight of Stan’s happy trail causes you to turn around, nearly dropping Kyle as he drunkenly leans on your body.

“Put some goddamn clothes on,” you demand, and wait until Wendy gives you the all-clear that they’re decent before facing them. You clear your throat before addressing them again, the anger in your voice gone but the irritation ever present.

“Please, someone tell me what the fuck was going on here. Because if it’s what I think it is, I swear to-”

“It was,” Wendy interrupts. “It is. I don’t know, but… yeah. Whatever you’re thinking, you’re probably right.”

Kyle stirs slightly after you let out a heavy sigh, and you figure your first priority should be him. You motion for Stan to come take him off you, and when he’s been gently laid on an empty chair, you go and take a seat beside Wendy, ignoring what they were probably doing where you’re currently seated to avoid throwing up.

“Wendy, are you serious? I know emotions are running high after not seeing each other for 7 years, but immediately having sex with him? You’re not teenagers anymore, why rush into something like that?”

“Because we’re in love,” Stan replies, but your withering gaze doesn’t make him shut up, and he continues. “I love Wendy, and she loves me. I’m sorry Y/N, but you can’t stop true love, a love like ours.”

You think hearing the word ‘love’ come out of Stan’s mouth one more time will kill you, so you turn to Wendy, and stare deeply into her eyes to discern her true feelings on the matter as you ask your next question.

“And you want this? A relationship with Stan again?”

She nods yes, but turns her gaze to the floor to avoid yours, something which tells you she might not be entirely sure. But it’s obvious she’s not going to share her ambivalent feelings with him in the room, so you decide to let it go.

“Whatever. Fall in love, get hurt, have each other’s babies, whatever, just keep me out of it. Anyways, is he staying over?”

She shares a look with him, and purses her lips together.

“Ask him.”

You reluctantly drag your gaze to Stan’s, who’s standing awkwardly next to where Kyle’s slumped.

“I mean, I can probably catch a lift with Kyle right?”

“I guess. He does need someone to drive his car back to his place, maybe you could crash with him there… Let’s ask,” you say as you walk towards the kitchen, fixing a cold glass of water for Kyle. You press it against his flustered cheek, and it seems to wake him up from his stupor, if barely.

“Hey Kyle, can Stan drive you-”

“Hey Y/N,” he replies with a dopey grin on his face, and the sheer cluelessness of his expression results in you giving him an embarrassed smile in return.

“Hi Kyle. Look, can Stan drive your car home and-”

“Stan? Stan Marsh, from South Park? Fuck no he’s not driving my car, shit’s gonna end up crashed into a beaver dam or something.”

Wendy stifles a laugh while Stan protests in the background that it was a boat rather than a car, and you reassuringly pat Kyle’s soft curly hair, lulling him back to his drunken slumber.

“Okay, so that means all four of us are sleeping in the apartment tonight,” you say, as Stan and Wendy share a look. You catch on, and immediately shut it down.

“No way you two are sleeping together in the same room. I’m not falling asleep listening to muffled moans through the wall by you two horny rabbits. What about this, I’ll give my room up to Kyle and Stan, while Wendy and I crash in hers?”

Everyone still awake agrees, and Stan drags Kyle off to your room. You help Wendy clean up, and eventually you’re both settled in her bed ready to sleep. But while the alcohol in your bloodstream is making you more tired than anything, Wendy is buzzing with a nervous energy, so you decide to ask her exactly what happened which led to her and Stan before you and Kyle walked in.

“I don’t know, if I’m being honest. You see, today’s our anniversary, so of course I was thinking of him. And then he just showed up, talking all about how much he missed me after all these years, how much he loves me… And he asked if I loved him back. While we were having sex. Fuck, it all got so confusing, I still can’t make sense of it even now.”

“I’m sorry Wendy, but what? I mean, you haven’t seen this guy in what, 7 years, and then he shows up on your anniversary and love bombs you like that. And then you have sex with him despite not being completely sure about your feelings? I’m sorry, but I think that sounds really toxic.”

She just shrugs it off. “I think it sounds really romantic. I mean, now that I know exactly how he feels, it can help me decide how I feel about him. And don’t judge me for having sex with him, didn’t you bring Kyle here to do the same thing?”

You know she’s just trying to divert attention away from her and Stan’s relationship which you think is weird, but don’t decide to push it any further. Plus, this new topic she’s brought up has you squirming uncomfortably.

“Of course not,” you reply. “He’s in no condition to drive home, you saw how drunk he was.”

“So the only thing stopping you was how drunk he was? It doesn’t matter how attractive he looks to be now?” She inquires, and you feel your face heat up.

“I mean-”

“So you like him?”

You open your mouth to answer, but your brain hesitates for a moment and you close it. Do you like Kyle? You certainly like the way you feel around him. That sounds like what you’d say about someone you like. But maybe that just means you feel safe around him, like he’s a trusted friend akin to someone like Wendy. Yet you don’t stare into her black eyes the way you do his emerald green, wondering what he’s thinking behind his often serious gaze. And you don’t feel that same electrical tingle run through your body whenever your skin makes contact with hers as you do with his. Fuck, maybe you do like him.

“I’m attracted to him, at the very least,” you reply, and Wendy lets out a teasing smile.

“So what’re you gonna do about it?”

“Nothing. It’d be too awkward to do anything about these… feelings I have, especially since he’s my boss.”

“Sure, he’s your boss right now , but what about when he’s not? I mean, I do remember you mentioning something about how there’s some changes going on at your firm, and I know you’re anxious about what it could mean for you, but maybe something happens with Kyle instead and you’re no longer working under him. What then?”

You forgot you had told her about the management changes happening at the company. The stress over potentially losing your job was what you used to justify why you came home crying after the Langford trial, the shame of losing too humiliating to relate back to Wendy. But you remember how kindly Kyle had taken you in his arms when you told him, letting you pour all your emotions onto him without uttering a word of complaint. And if that’s the lengths he’s willing to go to make an employee feel better, imagine what he’d do for his girlfriend. If you were his girlfriend.

“If there was a chance we could date, then… Then I would at least tell him how I feel.”

It feels good, talking it all out like this, expressing the thoughts you’d hidden inside for so long. But the idea of once again being so vulnerable in front of him leaves you nervous, so you’re happy when Wendy slightly changes the subject to something else.

“I get it, to be honest. I mean, he’s changed so much from when I knew him in South Park. Back then, he was just a tall, scrawny Jewish kid who was too smart for his own good and hung out with Stan a lot. But now… He’s certainly come into his looks.”

Hearing her talk about how attractive Kyle is makes you a little uncomfortable, so you take the opportunity to ask about how it was growing up in South Park, and how the three of them really knew each other. Wendy divulges it to you, and for the rest of the night she explains the complicated dynamics of their relationships, along with the other interesting characters of their small Colorado town, until you both grow too tired to keep talking and fall into a dreamless sleep.

…

The time on your phone reads 8 am when your eyes groggily open, so you silently slink out of bed to avoid waking a still snoring Wendy and make your way out into the living area, which is where you encounter Kyle with his back towards you in the kitchen. Taking a seat on a nearby barstool, you cram your head to the side and try and see what exactly he’s doing to produce the delicious smell filling the air. You realize he’s making breakfast, cooking enough pancakes to feed you both and everyone else when they wake up.

You reflect back on all the other times he’s gone out of his way to do things that take care of you and others, and your heart warms.

He would make such a good husband one day, you catch yourself wondering, but your thoughts are interrupted by Kyle turning around and getting jump-scared by you sitting down in front of him.

“Jesus Y/N, how long have you been there?”

“Long enough that I totally appreciate what you’re doing right now” you reply with a playful smile.

“Well, this hangover’s beating my ass right now, but I hear keeping busy can help, so I thought I’d make breakfast for everyone,” he replies, turning back to flip over some pancakes after taking a strawberry from a crowded bowl and placing the rest in front of you. “I hope you don’t mind.”

“Fuck no,” you respond, popping a juicy red one in your mouth. “But for your information, the best hangover cure is raw eggs, no contest.”

He gives you a confused look.

“There’s no way that actually works.”

“I swear on the stars themselves it does. Fastest way to reset your body back to normal and it'll probably help stop the pounding you’re hearing inside your head right now.”

Kyle scoffs.

“Drinking a glass of them could open up my third eye, still not drinking that.”

“C’mon, it’s really not that bad,” you say, getting off the stool and heading towards the pantry to grab some. But Kyle’s faster, and comes up behind to put it high enough in the air that you can’t reach.

“I told you, I’d rather die.”

You roll your eyes and strain to get them, struggling while he quietly laughs. But when you jump up, he goes silent. You keep jumping before you realize something’s slightly poking in the back.

Holy shit. Is he hard?

In a rush last night, you put on a thin pair of mini shorts, which means you can feel all of him through them. You’re about to say something when lowers his head down to yours. You feel his curly hair brush against the side of your face, and can smell a hint of strawberry on his breath when he whispers into your ear.

“Don’t stop.”

His words tickle and a faint smile appears on your face. You arch your back slightly towards him, and he lets out a soft groan. His breathing becomes more labored as you continue grinding against him, and you feel yourself getting wet. Your entire body’s on fire, and the noises he’s making behind you aren’t helping cool you down.

But when he tries to pull you closer by your waist, he accidentally lets go of the eggs, which subsequently spill all over you. The cold sensation of the runny yolks spilt on your body pulls you out of whatever trance you were just in, and you and Kyle move away from each other as his eyes widen.

“Oh my god, Y/N. I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to-”

“It’s fine,” you reply, and start to clean up the mess before he stops you.

“No, let me. You go take a shower and get that off of you, I have to finish cooking anyways.”

You nod and make your way to the bathroom, wishing that the earth would break apart and swallow you whole. But as you open the door, the sight in front of you immediately quells any concerns about what just happened with Kyle.

Wendy and Stan are engaged in a passionate make out session before the sink, hands tangled in each other's hair and lips locked firmly together.

“Oh my god, it’s not even been 24 hours after you finished having sex, give it a rest!” You exclaim, causing Wendy to turn towards you while Stan barely notices you’re there. You pull him away from her and tell them both to go sit at opposite ends of the dining table while you take a shower.

“And keep your hands to yourselves for fucks sake,” you call out before slamming the bathroom door shut.

You know you’re projecting your anger over what happened with Kyle onto them, but you can’t help it. Stripping off your clothes and hopping in, you wonder how far the two of you would’ve gone if not… interrupted. But the stickiness you feel on the inside of your thighs tells you all you need to know, and you sigh before letting the cold water hit your face, scrubbing away the eggs and the shamefulness you feel over what you just did.

…

Stepping out of the bathroom, the table is set and filled with a massive stack of pancakes, which all three of the others are helping themselves to. You take a seat next to Wendy and across from Stan, who seems to have already forgotten your angry outburst and is tucking in.

“Alright, I know I said not to get me involved in your relationship, but I at least wanna know what you two are to each other, so I won’t be as shocked next time I walk in and see the two of you dry-humping.”

Stan looks up from his food with a mouthful of pancake, which he swallows before answering.

“That’s easy, we’re dating. Right Wendy?”

You turn towards her and she shifts uncomfortably in her seat.

“I don’t know, I thought maybe we could just take it slow,” she replies, which causes Stan to drop his utensils as he stares at her in surprise.

“What the fuck? Fuck that, we’re just resuming from where we left off in high school.”

You sneak a glance at Kyle, who’s focusing all his energy into not being noticed by you. You sigh and silently eat while Wendy and Stan continue arguing.

“I think our high-school relationship was riddled with a bunch of problems I’d rather forget, so I’d rather we just start newly-fresh.”

“Wendy, what ‘newly-fresh’ couple says I love you the first time they have sex?”

Wendy's eyes dart from her breakfast to Stan’s face, while his gaze remains secured on hers. She shyly tucks a strand of hair behind her ear while tilting her face away from him before replying.

“Well, you see, the thing is, I’m not really sure I meant it. I think I was just caught up in the moment.”

Kyle seems to sense that Stan’s about to start yelling, so he stands up and clears his throat.

“Alright, I think it’s time for Y/N & I to head off to work, we can drop Stan off on the way if Wendy doesn’t mind cleaning up here?”

He looks at her and she enthusiastically nods, obviously willing to do anything to not continue her conversation with Stan. But he declines, standing up and stating he’d rather stay here and keep talking, which is when Kyle grabs his wrist and mutters it’s probably best to leave Wendy alone for now, since she looks like she’s on the verge of tears. Stan clenches his jaw, but agrees, and soon enough the three of you are in Kyle’s car.

…

The ride is quiet, Kyle focused on driving, you trying to avoid his gaze in the passenger’s seat, and Stan simmering in the backseat. You eventually reach his place, and he mumbles a thank you under his breath then gets out of the car, leaving you and Kyle alone with the memory of what happened in the kitchen. The car is too silent, and you hate the idea of going back to where you used to be in your relationship because of one silly mistake, so you try to start a conversation about something else entirely.

“Hey, so what did you and Stan talk about last night after Wendy and I went to bed?”

He sighs, before letting out a faint smile.

“Honestly? I have no clue. He probably did say something to me, but I was too drunk off my ass to take it into consideration.”

“Lightweight,” you reply, and he smirks.

“Maybe. I don’t know, I don’t remember getting drunk like that, ever. And it’s funny, I wasn’t even planning to drink that much. But I guess you just bring out that side of me.”

You turn your head away, flustered at the implication.

“I wonder what other sides I can bring out of you,” you accidentally say out loud, and now it’s Kyle’s turn to blush.

For the rest of the ride, the both of you sit in a comfortable, albeit embarrassed silence. Upon arriving at the firm, you get out of the car quickly, claiming it’s just so Kyle can go park without you distracting him, but you both know it’s so you can catch your breath. The fresh breeze hits your face, cooling your cheeks down significantly. You walk into the building and elevator by yourself, wanting some time to collect your thoughts before going in without his intoxicating presence to fry your brain. But there’s a blond-haired man standing at the front desk who you assume is Sam’s replacement, so you plaster on a big smile and introduce yourself.

“Hi, you must be the new receptionist, Leopold! My name’s Y/N, I’m a junior lawyer here.”

“Oh well hey there!” he replies in an enthusiastic, slightly southern voice. “You don’t have to call me Leopold. I mean, it’s technically my name, but I'm only using it to get away from a toxic ex I have. I really prefer it when people use my nickname,-”

“BUTTERS?” Kyle calls out from behind you, and you recognize the name from what Wendy told you last night about their hometown.

“Butters? From South Park?” You ask, and he shyly grins.

“Yep, that’s me.”

[maishemicalromans]

Please help me find this fic :(

I’m looking for a South Park fanfic that was actually funny and in character. I read it sooo long ago I don’t remember the story exactly but it was about mr garrison removing the clock from the classroom because no one was paying attention then everyone decides to rebel to get the clock back. I don’t remember if it was on ao3 or Fanfiction.net

I’ve been searching for it but can’t find it anywhere and don’t know how else to look 😭

[thelovelybitten]

vera writes fanfiction bc I need ship fuel— 1

today marks the first words of my MULTI-CHAPTER STENDY FIC BEING WRITTEN <3 I’m super proud of the idea I came up with,,, since I haven’t really heard or read a ff like this before (it’s probably out there, shut up vera). It’s going to be such a banger and I can’t wait to share it with the world… it’ll probably be out sometime next year (hopefully summer 2024!) 🥳

I’m going to write all the chapters at once so there is absolutely NO WAIT TIME for uploads and YALL can read it asap !!!!

but yeah, psa I won’t spoil anything bc I’m very secretive of things </3 SORZ

meanwhile, I’ll also continue writing my Stendy week prompts & chapters to my songfic series :) (in which chappie 3 is literally done I just need to throw corrections on it pls it’s embarrassing)

thank u all I’m hyped <3 I’ll keep u all posted on progress.

[shadow-heleyna]

I'm writing a fanfiction on Wattpad, and I'm gonna write each part on here, too!😊 I'm gonna post the information about this story on Wattpad and not on here. So here is the link for the information about this fanfiction.

So I'm proud to introduce the Style fanfiction I'm making: The accident....l

It's a Style Angst with other ships, but it'll mainly have Style in it. Just so yall know, I am a multishipper, so there will be other ships involved with Stan and Kyle, but it will still have Style.

Thank you...

[nosebridgepinch]

Extracurricular

Wendy took a seat in the booth across from Bebe, looking at the decor, worried they would ruin this restaurant with a fight when all she wanted was her best friend back. They should be taking selfies, not arguing.

The two girls sat in silence for a few tense moments as they waited for their boba. Finally Wendy couldn’t bear it anymore. “I think you owe me an apology.”

“For what?” Bebe scoffed.

Wendy’s hands bunched up a napkin. “For everything! Forging the list. Kicking me out of the committee. Trying to kill me! How could you, Bebe?”

Bebe put her head down, not meeting Wendy’s death glare. Wendy gritted her teeth for any answer.

“All for shoes, Bebe? You really want to throw this friendship away for shoes?” Wendy continued to rage.

Finally Bebe raised a hand, Wendy was ready if she was about to slap her but Bebe’s words cut across. “Stop. Please. I don’t want to ruin our friendship either. I feel like…you narced on me.”

“Narced? How could you accuse me of that?” Wendy’s voice pierced through the otherwise calm restaurant, drawing a few stares of other patrons.

“I wasn’t trying to kill you, just held the gun on you and your boyfriend to get you to back off. How do you think I feel? Spent the night in jail, my parents are furious with me. It took a lot for them to let me out of the house so we could meet.” Bebe sat back in the booth and crossed her arms.

“You still held a gun on me and Stan.” Wendy shot back. Across the calm cafe the woman behind the counter called Wendy’s order number.

Wendy still sat stiffly, daring for Bebe to make her do more. Bebe rolled her eyes, her exaggerated sigh enough to get more stares as she got up to get their drinks. A moment later she slammed Wendy’s jasmine boba in front of her. “Enjoy.” Bebe said snidely.

“Hey, watch it.” Wendy shut her eyes and took a deep breath in, she could be the bigger person. “Bebe, I want to put our differences aside and be best friends again. I hate fighting with you.”

Bebe took a minute to stab the straw through the top of her passion fruit and take a long drink. She mulled Wendy’s words over in her head. Finally she spoke.

“I miss you, I’m still upset but I can forgive. I want to be friends too, even with all that’s happened.”

Wendy felt her anger still radiating, she looked at the cup of boba in her hands. She hadn’t yet pierced the film clinging to the top. She felt the drops of condensation going over her hands.

“Besides, it’s better for my sanity and health if we’re friends rather than enemies. I’d hate to be someone you hate…they don’t end up so well.” Bebe chuckled uneasily and took a sip, her cheeks flushed as pink as her drink. “I’m sorry, Wendy.”

Wendy let out a deep breath. “Yes, I want to repair our friendship. Thank you for that. I’m sorry too, Bebe.” She finally picked up her straw and pierced it through the top of her boba and leaned in to take a drink.

It was the best tasting thing she’d had in a while.

[artbycharles]

Chapter 11 of Breaking Walls is up!

[sp-by-april]

Are you fine with some bondage? How about some Stendy mummification with Stan wrapping Wendy up like a mummy in layers of saran wrap, tape and bandages.

I'm fine with pretty much anything! My Ao3 profile doesn't call me a True Freak & Sicko Enjoyer for nothing! (anything that isn't ethically heinous. I'll let you guys use your imaginations on those.)

Stan x Wendy

[Send me a prompt!] [Stan Marsh Master List]

Wendy was apprehensive when Stan brought up the idea. Being bound in plastic wrap sounded like some serial killer shit. When he explained it to her, she was kind of into the idea of exploring pleasure in restriction and surrender.

The coffee table in the living room was moved to the far wall and the space was wide open. Their floor was covered in strips of plastic wrap.

She laid naked in the middle and took a deep breath.

Stan’s excitement was palpable. Looking at her laying there, his cock throbbed so hard that he was a little light headed.

He knelt by her feet and slowly began the process of wrapping Wendy up.

First her feet. Ten her legs. Her hips. Her arms and torso. Finally, her shoulders.

Then he surprised her. He brought out the tape.

Then bandages.

Wendy tried to writhe, experimenting with her new condition, but she could barely move.

It was kind of scary.

And kind of hot.

Stan stroked himself as he looked at her, “Fuck, you really can’t move,”

He was wet with precum and Wendy watched as he spread his own arousal up and down the shaft that she loved so much.

She wanted to put her mouth on him, he looked so good.

It wasn’t up to her.

“Stan,” She whined and stuck her tongue out.

Stan sighed softly as he watched her try to writhe again. His hand squeezed himself firmer and moved a little faster, denying her.

Wendy looked Stan over as best as she could in her condition. He was biting his lip, his eyes looked heavy-lidded and totally entranced with her all wrapped up.

She looked at the head of his dripping wet cock and desperately wanted him in her mouth.

She whimpered and whined as she tried helplessly to move. She hoped if he made a big enough fuss, he’d give in.

Stan smirked at her, “You look so good like this,”

He held firm.

In more ways than one.

“Fuck,” He groaned loudly and his hand was moving faster.

The warm wetness between her legs was impossible for her to ignore. She tried to rub her thighs together just to feel some kind of friction.

Wendy held out her tongue again, and he finally obliged.

Sort of.

He placed the head of his cock on her flat tongue as he stroked.

Wendy whined, confined and denied the thing she so desperately wanted. She tied rubbing her legs together again and even clenching her muscles. The wetness between her legs was unbearable.

Stan was overwhelmed with the sight of her. She’d been writhing, whimpering. Wendy wasn’t a begger, but he thought if he waited longer he could’ve forced it out of her.

Unfortunately, he was so into seeing her all wrapped up, bits of her compressed naked skin visible through the clear wrap that peeked out through holes in the bandages he'd wrapped, that he couldn’t wait any longer.

He groaned divinely and Wendy felt hot, wet ribbons in her mouth, and over her tongue, lips and nose.

She eagerly lapped at the pearlescent mess on her lips and swallowed everything she could.

Stan panted through a smile as he watched her, “We’re definitely doing this more,”

[justahopelessaromantic]

The punks are writing love songs (Oh-oh)

Fandom: South Park Ships: Style, Stendy, Tolkien/Nichole, and Bendy Disclaimer: The author of this work does not condone/endorse the messages, themes, and concepts presented by South Park. Considering how said work is melodramatic gay fanfiction written in theatrical script format of all things, I'm sure this seems reasonable to assume. However, it’s astonishing how many times I've stumbled upon people in this fandom who are wholehearted believers of almost everything the show says, and, quite frankly, I would rather evaporate from this plane of existence than potentially be presumed as a bigot or, god forbid, a centrist. Summary: "Abbreviate the longish names / You can bet that hearts will beat (Ooh-ooh) / The sort-of clever and nostalgic ones / Will sing their poems at breakneck speed" (Or:) It's a common writing practice among the pretentious and the soulful to put a little piece of themselves into their work, like a prize or easter egg of sorts for the listener to find. No one gave Nichole the memo.

SETTING:

The edge of a school cafeteria. Two wide exit doors are implied by characters walking off stage. Three standard lunch tables are scattered about the right side of the stage. Two or three teens, at least one of them eating something visually dull and unappetizing off of a lunch tray, sit at various tables, implying lunch is almost over and students have begun to leave in preparation for class. The tables look improperly washed, and there’s litter and a touch of graffiti scattered around the place. Optionally, a wilting potted plant can hang in the corner and/or posters, either inspirational or about school info., can be plastered haphazardly over some of the wall’s damages.

STAN is sitting at the table closest to down right, one chair away from the very edge. He’s clearly frustrated, yet incredibly focused, to the point where it looks like he’s at least partially unaware of his surroundings. He constantly switches from scribbling on a notepad, furiously erasing, and fiddling with the acoustic guitar hanging off his shoulder. NICHOLE emerges from stage left, briskly walking to the exit before stopping in her tracks. TOLKIEN sits at the opposite end of the table, patiently taking notes on his laptop from a textbook.

NICHOLE

(Whipping back around to take up the chair next to him, throwing her backpack on the floor.)

Oh, hey, Stan! So you’re still working on that song, right? About the guy and his girlfriend and the freaking out over,

(Taking an audibly sharp breath before taking on the stereotypical performing voice of a Shakespearean actor, gingerly placing a hand over her heart)

“The divine horror of impending familiarity found deep within the labors of a dear lover”,

(Teasingly)

As you so pretentiously named it?

TOLKIEN

(Looking up at the sound of her voice before smiling like he knows exactly what's about to happen, slowly closing his laptop, and pushing it to the side so he can rest his head on hand to watch them)

STAN

(Jerking up at the sound of her voice, decently surprised by her sudden and energetic involvement, before adjusting and gradually responding with a calm and friendly demeanor)

…I mean…as humiliating as it may be to admit, I write, like…a lot of those. You’re gonna wanna be a tad more specific.

NICHOLE

(Acting playfully exasperated before breaking out into a smile and lazily pointing a finger in Tolkien’s direction)

Oh, I know. You're more of a romantic than this dill weed.

TOLKIEN

(Fondly)

Takes one to know one.

NICHOLE

(Scoffing bashfully and waving her wrist)

Shut up.

STAN

(Clumsy jerking away as she grabs his notebook from underneath him, shooting Tolkien a comically exaggerated stupefied look)

TOLKIEN

(Casually shrugging his hands up while smirking)

NICHOLE

(Stealing the pen from Stan, startling him again, and jotting stuff down, occasionally glancing back up to check if he’s paying attention and emphasizing with her hands)

Ah, here we go! Okay-

(Getting distracted)

It’s turning out lovely, by the way. I mean it’s probably gonna be up there with “Dropping Like Fireflies” and “My Favorite Boy, My Dearest Wildfire”. I guess it's fitting, though, since the first one’s about the death of your dreams, and the second one’s about unjust yearning that everyone figures is getting kinda old, and they’re both really about outgrowing opportunity that sort’ve, may or may not have been real in the first place, and so is this, but…I mean…I hope you don’t take this as critique. Just, like…an idea or something.

STAN

(Speaking drastically slower than her and grinning with amusement)

Considering I only scribble this shit on McDonald’s napkins for geniuses like you to pick apart later, I would be delighted to hear it.

NICHOLE

(Sighing in slight relief)

Oh! Great. Okay, so-

(Stealing the pen from Stan, startling him again, and jotting stuff down, occasionally glancing back up to check if he’s paying attention and emphasizing with her hands)

Imagine you’re the guy, right? 

STAN

(Playfully saluting with two fingers)

Can do, teach!

NICHOLE

(Lightly giggling)

And you're at her doorstep, picking her up for your date, and you notice how she’s only wearing a super casual dress, like one you don’t have to zip up or anything, you just throw it over your head and you're good? But usually, she dresses up for this kinda thing, with, like, a buncha layers. Like, like one of the characters from a Disney sitcom from the 2000s, yaknow what I mean?

STAN

(Nodding ridiculously intently, like he completely understands what she means. He does not)

NICHOLE

(Smiling brightly before cheerily going back to it)

Right! So she’s dressing weird, and she keeps messing with her hair, even though she never does that, ‘cause it takes her forever to do, and she hates messing it up. And then she calls you babe, instead of babydoll, which she never does. And then- And she’s not looking at you when she says this! She’s looking out at the distance, like, wistfully and forlorn!

STAN

(Jumping in with overzealous intrigue after Nichole realizes how pretentious those words might sound and how into it she’s been getting and freezes up)

Yeah, okay, I’m following ya!

NICHOLE

(Seeming pleasantly surprised, yet still visibly toning herself down)

Oh! But, ah, anyway. So then she starts complaining about how she had to leave some big sleepover early for this damn date, and that she and what’s-her-name planned it for weeks. Even though you always have date night around this time of the month and she scheduled it today anyway, which sets off alarm bells in your head, but whatever, right? You're probably just being paranoid again, and that’s what she’s gonna diagnose you with, ‘cause she’s a total, sort’ve…

(Gesturing unintelligibly and then later trying to catch her breath)

…armchair therapist anyway, and you’ve done that with your best friend too, so why even bother bringing it up? But then she goes into, like…crazy detail. Suspicious, crazy detail. 

STAN

(Immediately sliding forward, leaning in closer to her in fascination while his fist holds his chin up and covering his mouth)

NICHOLE

(Getting visibly caught up in the romance by the end)

All of a sudden, she starts goin’ on and on about how she always makes banana pancakes and scrambled eggs in the morning before her dearest friend wakes up, ‘cause those are her favorite, and she always sleeps in too late, and what’s cooler than-

STAN

(Slowly growing more fidgety and visibly flustered as Nichole passionately and tenderly paints the picture)

NICHOLE

-watching your absolute bestie trail after the smell of their favorite breakfast into the kitchen, hair a mess, curls all over the place, and her eyes are all droopy n’ peaceful, and she’s giving you the cutest, tight-lipped smile you’ve ever seen as a neat little thank you? When it just makes you wanna…

(Waves hands around aimlessly until pausing, turning her head to look Stan in the eyes, and viciously squashing his now boiling red cheeks in between her hands)

Hmph…You know?

Stan desperately tries to save face. And fails. Miserably.

STAN

(Sounding squished due to the hands on his face)

May- uh…Maybe your brill- uh, lovely way with…wor-

TOLKIEN

(Cutting Stan off before nodding in Nichole’s direction, sounding absolutely enamored and brimming with wonder by the end of his slightly animated story)

Absolutely nothing. Not even that.

(Leaning over the table, arm and hands soon sliding all around, showing clear engagement with the conversation)

Me and Nicky woke Clyde up with crepes one time. He screamed “Holy shit, rich people pancakes!” so loud, the neighbors definitely heard it, shoveled them into his stupid puffy cheeks like a freakin’ chipmunk, and gave us “syrup kisses”–and yes, he did call them that–before accidentally hitting me with his backpack and making a mad dash for my car. All while never actually saying the words “Thank you”.

(Looking up to meet Stan’s eyes, trying to convince with his tone)

I…don’t think a nicer display of friendship exists, Stan. I don’t think this world is good enough to handle it.

NICHOLE

(Stopping herself before she gets caught up in reminiscing)

Oh, yeah! That was- Oh! No, no, no, wait, okay, wait. Okay, so the girlfriend tells you all that, right?

STAN

(Slowly, clearly dazed from the overload of information from both sides)

…Uh, y-yeah, right, I- I gotcha…

NICHOLE

(Gradually starting to emphasize her words more heavily)

And then she mentions how they both help with cleanup, ‘cause it's actually fun at their house. there. Plus, she wants to make a good impression on her mom, and thank her for having her over, yadda, yadda, yadda. You know the drill. And then they get started on homework, even though it's a Saturday. And, sure, your girlfriend’s a total freak who fucking loves school and stuff, but who the hell actually does homework on a Saturday, unless…

(Gestures to him, like he’s supposed to fill in the blank, and dramatically explains the rest when he stays quiet like nothing happened)

She’s with someone whose company makes Calculus and scrubbing syrup off dirty dishes worth it. And that’s how your character realizes what’s going on, ‘cause he’s totally been there and all that good stuff.

STAN

(Confused)

…He…He has?

NICHOLE

(Intensely, voice lowered)

But here’s the thing.

(Points to Stan and then herself)

You and I know that, ‘cause we know what the song’s about, ‘cause we’re co-writing it.

STAN

(Quietly confused)

We are?

TOLKIEN

(Casually typing up notes again and speaking with certainty)

Yup.

NICHOLE

(Ignoring him before gesturing to the audience watching this play)

But they know that, because I just gave them a buncha context clues to sift through. I didn’t have to turn around, break the fourth wall, and go:

(Shuffling her body over to face the audience)

“Hey, the grand twist in my friend’s song is that his girlfriend is falling for someone else, and he totally should be freaking out, ‘cause he knows exactly where this is headed:”

STAN

(Voice filling with terror)

I should?

NICHOLE

“The corner of nowhere and angstville!”

STAN

(Pauses for a beat before audibly squeaking)

NICHOLE

(Turning back to Stan and pointing her finger at the audience, speaking like she’s proud of herself)

They figured it out all on their own.

STAN

(Pitch shifting in mortification)

They did?

TOLKIEN

(Leaning in towards Stan and Nichole)

Also, follow-up question: Who is “they”? You're pointing to a brick wall, babe.

NICHOLE

(Dismissively)

Don’t worry about it.

TOLKIEN

I mean, I will anyway, but okay.

NICHOLE

(Joyfully and dramatically picks up the songbook, shuts it, and pushes it into Stan’s hands, placing her hand on the cover in triumphant confidence)

So, you don’t have to keep all those extra lines where you go,

(Recounting song lyrics in the style of dramatic poetry)

“Should I be taken’ notes? Will this be on her heart’s homeroom quiz?” and “Have I been down this sorry road before? Is it my time to send her on her way, without me?”. The crowd’ll get the point just fine!

STAN

(Awkwardly laughing to cover up his latent fear)

…I mean…bold of you to assume I play in front of crowds…or that I still want them to “get it” after…this…Or that anyone in this town will be “fine” about any of this…But, uh…

(Placing a hand on her shoulder while genuinely trying to sound thankful, but falling flat due to shock)

…Thanks?

NICHOLE

(Starts shying away, awkwardly swinging her backpack back over her shoulders and standing up)

I mean, I was just thinking about that, and I thought it could, um…help! Maybe. But, yeah, so I’d better head to class, so, uh, yeah good- uh, goodbye!

(Shortly waving before speeding away while staring down at the floor, mortified)

STAN

(Staring at her walk off, then slowly raising his hand to wave back, pale and dazed, before turning to look out at the audience)

Dude…Your girlfriend is insane…Or got the gift of prophecy from Apollo.

(Pauses for a beat)

Or some wisdom shit from Athena.

TOLKIEN

(Nonchalantly with a proud smile on his face, yet still showing pity/concern for Stan)

And yours is in the same boat as you, bud. So…good luck, and ah…

(Getting up, patting him on the shoulder, and walking off)

Save a writer’s credit for my girl on your big album debut, okay? I’m buying every CD!

END OF PLAY.