A/n: I think you have the gist of what happens in the oneshots. But here's a new one:

(S/c) = skin color (is that weird? Idk, I'm gonna leave that in)

Here's a Stan oneshot! I got super inspired and that's why I'm able to publish two oneshots in one day. Woot!

Enjoy! Oh and please comment on who I should do next. I have no idea :P

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They broke up.

Again.

For reasons unknown to _____ and the rest of her friends. This has been an endless cycle and honestly, she was used to it except it breaks her heart everytime when Wendy runs to her and Bebe with tears in her eyes about the break.

_____ believed, as much as she hated it, that Stan and Wendy were endgame. She could imagine them, after all the rough patches in their screwy relationship, growing up together and getting married. She didn't want to think of it that way but in her eyes and as well as many other people, it's going to end that way. Ever since she moved to South Park her fourth grade year, she could obviously tell.

What sucks about all this was that _____ was hopelessly in love with her best friend, the quarterback football star and overall popular, Stanley Marsh. She, along with Kyle, had been through thick and thin with the raven haired boy. She was always there for him and vice versa. Stan was the friend she would turn to whenever she had any personal problems she needed to rant about. They were always there for one another and everyone in town saw that. No way in hell you could separate the two.

In more times than she can count, she has been told that she and Stan would be the cutest couple ever if they ever dated. Adults and classmates alike went out of their way to tell her their opinions on it. And every time, she would shake her head and smile at the person and tell them, "Are you silly? We're just really good friends." At first, she would be flattered by the comment. But nowadays? It had become such a burden. Whenever someone brings the topic up, she has to fake a smile and tell them those exact words over and over. She grew up to hate those words because she wants it to be true. She desperately wants to be in Wendy's shoes and not have a one sided crush for once on Stan.

No. She's just _____, Stan's best friend.

...

"Stan hasn't gone out of his bedroom for two days," Kyle told her as they walked on the sidewalk, coming from the town library to study.

_____ nodded, her (e/c) eyes focused on her feet. "Give him some time. He always pulls through. We've been through this for years."

"There's a big football game tomorrow. You think he'd be ready by then?" The redhead asked, tightening his bag strap in his hands.

"I hope so or we're toast." She glimpsed up at the sky, which casted colors of orange and pink. It's absolutely beautiful with the mountains in the distance. "Let's stop by his house and check on him."

"Sounds good."

The two friends strolled on, enjoying the comfortable silence between them. Once they made it to the Marsh house, _____ tapped on the wooden door. Stan's dad, Randy, was the one to open the door this time. "Oh hello, Kyle, _____. Stan's up in his room, moping."

"We figured," _____ uttered. "Can we go see him?"

"If he lets you. Do you two want to stay for dinner? It's almost time," Randy offered to the teens.

_____ and Kyle exchanged looks, using only their eyes to converse. "That'd be swell, thanks Papa Marsh!" _____ replied with a sweet grin. The two walked in and hurried up the stairs. They stopped by the door they knew by heart was Stan's and knocked lightly. "Stan... Amigo, can Kyle and I come in?" She asked cautiously as she pressed her ear to the door for any sliver of sound. She could make out footsteps on the other side of the door.

*click*

The door cracked open to reveal a disheveled Stan. "Hey you guys."

"Hey dude, can we come in?" Kyle asked him. Stan opened the door wider to let his friends shuffle inside. His room was a mess and the faint smell of alcohol hung in the air.

"Aw, Stan. Are you drinking again?" _____ frowned while picking up an empty beer can from the floor. Stan's only answer to the question was to take a sip of beer that stood on his desktop. "Dude, this isn't healthy. You need to realize this thing always happens after every other month."

"What was the reason this time?" Kyle decided to ask.

Stan didn't answer that question either but, instead, asked his own question. "_____, Clyde asked you out, didn't he?"

Ok, the change of subject can keep his mind away of Wendy. Good. "Yeah, he did," _____ grumbled out with a roll of her eyes. "He needs to give that up. I've went out with him once and he thinks he could give it another shot. What a dolt." Kyle let out a chuckle as Stan cracked a smile. "Good, we're improving," she thought to herself.

"Well, c'mon, _____. You're the prettiest girl in school. Of course you're going to have some admirers," Stan told her genuinely.

This caused her to blush madly but she played it off cooly. "Pshhh, nah. I mean, we have Bebe Stevens at our school. I would kill to have hair and a body like hers!" She smirked as she averted her eyes to Kyle. "I can't believe I forgot! Actually, Kyle Broflovski is the prettiest in our school."

The curly haired boy laughed as he nodded. "Well, duh. Prettiest and the hottest!"

"No, no. I'll take hottest, you can take prettiest," _____ argued jokingly.

"What? No!"

"Yes! I'm the hottest!"

"Nooo, I am! You can't deny that this ass is amazing!" Kyle then sat on top of _____, squishing her under on Stan's bed.

She giggled uncontrollably under, trying her best to push the Jewish boy off her. "Stan, help meee!" She called out to him. Stan smiled evilly and hopped into the pile, crushing both Kyle and _____. "No! This is not helping shit!" The three of them laughed like the ten year olds they used to be.

"I'm glad you two are my best friends," Stan sighed, still lying on his friends. "You can make me feel better within seconds."

"That's our job, dude," Kyle responded, who already gave up on trying to wriggle himself out from the sandwich.

_____ let out a huff. "Well, this was a fantastic, sentimental moment we're having and I hate being the party pooper but I think I'm starting to suffocate under two guys that are clearly heavier than me!" With one last laugh, both of the boys jumped off _____, much to her liking.

"Kids! Dinner time!" Stan's mom shouted from downstairs.

"Oooh, food! I am starving!" _____ cheered as she leaped off of the bed.

"Starving? I thought your name was _____," Stan joked, ruffling the shorter girl's (h/c) hair.

That comment earned him a smack on the back of his head. "Shut up, that's like the worst dad joke!"

~*~*~*~*~

"Thanks for dinner, Mama Marsh. It was delicious," _____ told Stan's mom as her and Kyle made their way to the front door. "Your pork chops are the best!"

"No, no, thank you," the brown haired woman grinned at the two of them. "It's always a pleasure to have you two over. And thank you for... Always being there for Stanley."

"It's not a problem, Mrs. Marsh," Kyle replied with a warm grin. "He would do the same for us."

They made it to the door and just as they were about to leave, _____ shouted, "Goodbye Marsh family!" But right after, Stan ran over to them and brought them into his arms for a group hug. This only made _____'s heart beat faster from his touch. She buried her head into the crook of his neck before he could see her blushing face.

"I'll see you guys tomorrow at the game. We're gonna kick some ass!" He cheered.

"Hell yeah, dude! We never lose to Westfield," Kyle agreed. The three friends pulled away.

"Bye Stan," _____ said quickly before her crush could notice her red cheeks. She left the house with Kyle following after.

Once the door had closed, Kyle let out a hearty laugh. "_____, you need to tell him before he goes crawling back to Wendy again!" The (e/c) eyes girl groaned as she glared over at her friend menacingly. "Stan is so oblivious when it comes to things like this! The only way he'll know is if you tell him about your undying love for him."

"Oh my god, Kyle! Shut your Jewish mouth!" _____ screeched in embarrassment. She realized what she just blurted out and growled lowly to herself. "Jesus, I sound like Cartman." She turned her heel and started walking towards her house. Kyle fastened his pace and caught up with his friend. "It's never going to happen."

"You don't know that."

"Yeah, I do. Stan and Wendy are endgame. I know it, you know it, everyone knows it!" _____ told him out of frustration. "Look, I'm sorry for blowing up at you. I'm ok with things now. I love Stan but... Yeah."

Kyle looked at her with sad green eyes. He suddenly paused and scanned the neighborhood. "Does it feel like we're being watched?" He asked _____.

The girl only shrugged and continued walking. Kyle sighed, shrugging off the feeling, and went to his own home.

...

"I think I found her. The quarterback's girlfriend," a dark haired Westfield football player said into his walkie talkie.

His partner in crime gazed at the back of _____ through his binoculars, both of them well hidden in the bushes of the neighbors. "Damn dude, she's hella hot," he mumbled with a perverted grin. "Captain is sure going to be happy to see that he's going to mack out with someone that fucking sexy."

The captain of Westfield High School's football team, Tom Pacer clicked the walkie talkie (who was safe in his home in Westfield), "How are you sure that the girl you're looking at is that Testaburger chick?"

"This girl just left Marsh's house. And I'm pretty sure she told her geeky redhead friend that she loved him. I couldn't hear any other part of the convo but I heard that part loud and clear," the jock told his leader.

Tom smiled smugly, resting his head back on his bed. "Well boys, remember her face. This year, South Park will not win the game tomorrow. Westfield is going to prevail for once. No way in hell we're going to lose against them anymore. You two better get going before anyone gets suspicious." The jock heads scurried out of town in their car chuckling away at their foolish plan.

~*~*~*~*~

"Hello and welcome to today's football game, South Park vs Westfield! It's going to be a good one, I can tell folks. The game will start in approximately ten minutes!" _____ could faintly hear the announcers say from outside the girls' locker room. For this game, _____ was stuck being a cheerleader. She wasn't an official, she was only filling in for Red, who broke her leg a couple days ago.

She changed into the cheerleading uniform Bebe helped her get. She stared at herself in the restroom mirrors, not one hundred percent confident on how she looked in the revealing outfit.

"Wow, _____, you are rocking at cheerleading uniform," Wendy commented as she entered the restroom area of the locker room to check if her hair looked ok. She glanced over at _____ and noticed how nervous she seemed to be. "Hey, you got nothing to worry about. You know our routines like the back of your hand!" _____ only nodded. "Let's get out there and do our best, ok? You'll do great!"

...

It was now halftime for the game and the two teams were tied. Something has to change or they're going to end up with a tie. Which is why stupid Westfield was going to go through with their little plan.

"That's the one, boss, the one we saw yesterday," the dark haired Westfield boy told his leader, pointing towards _____. Currently, she was cheering and dancing along with the other cheerleaders. Her (h/c) hair swayed along with her movements and the way she moved her hips surely made a lot of boys loco. Tom smirked as he eyed the (s/c) girl hungrily.

"Wow. I didn't know Marsh had it in him," he replied. "Hey, go and get him before halftime is over." His minions obeyed and zoomed off to find Stan Marsh, their plan in action. Tom slicked back his hair with the sweat he had gathered from playing. (Yeah, gross.) He strolled over to the cheerleaders once they finished their performance. "Hey hello, ladies."

Some South Park girls turned and some swooned at the sight of Tom Pacer. He was number one heartthrob of Westfield High and he's here in the flesh to talk to them! "Hey cutie," some girls greeted them flirtatiously. Not _____, though. She would not give him her attention. She was too busy gulping down water after all that heart-pumping dancing.

"You girls were absolutely fantastic. I was completely in awe," Tom smooth talked to the cheerleaders. Some sighed at the beauty of his face. "But I think I was just star struck when I saw you." He stared right at ____, his emerald eyes scanning her amazing body. Damn, she looks fucking great in that outfit.

"_____, he's talking to you," Wendy whispered to her friend, excitedly. _____ picked her head up and glanced over at Tom. "He's Tom Pacer, the hottest guy in his school."

"Well... Stan's still better," _____ thought to herself. She grinned at the Westfield guy and said, "Thanks, I guess. I'm not even officially on the cheerleading squad."

"What seriously? By those moves, you were a natural!" Tom complimented her. _____ blushed not because it was Tom Pacer but the fact she received a compliment.

...

"So what do you Westfield shits want?" Stan asked the two rival players with high irritation. He was only annoyed that the score was tied. Usually, South Park would kick Westfield's asses within the first quarter. It seems like the rival team really wanted to win. But what these two dipshits want from Stan, he doesn't know.

"We were just wondering how did you score such a sexy girlfriend, Marsh? She really is a sight," one of the boys told him.

Were they talking about Wendy? If anything... _____ was the one to catch anyone's eye... "Umm, I broke up with my girlfriend."

"What? Damn dude! Why would you break up with a fox like her?" The other boy uttered in pure surprise. "If I ever had a girl as hot as her, I would never let her go!"

"Look dude, go ahead. I mean, don't disrespect her because she can kick your ass," Stan muttered, scratching the back of his head.

"Psh, maybe Tom has a shot with her then, ey?" The short one of the two nudged his friend. "I would kill to motorboat her or something!"

"Dude, gross. She actually doesn't have much boobage," Stan admitted, feeling more and more uncomfortable by the second by these guys degrading Wendy. He would more than happy to tell his ex about this conversation and have her handle it herself.

"What are you talking about? Her knockers were perfect!" The dark haired boy sighed. He turned around and pointed straight at _____. "Dude, just look at your ex. Obviously, you're blind."

Stan followed where his finger pointed and he was not pleased to see that, this whole time, these two idiots were degrading _____ like some sex machine. He could perfectly see that her and Tom Pacer the Douchebag Player was talking up a storm.

Now, he was pissed.

...

"Well, it's a pleasure talking to you, Tom but shouldn't you be back with your team rather than flirting with South Park girls?" _____ dead panned. She was seriously done with this Tom Pacer character. Honestly, this whole halftime break, she wanted to talk to her friends, Stan mostly for obvious reasons.

At least the rest of the cheerleaders decided to leave the two of them alone to talk. She was also done with the girls' catcalling. "Aww, do you not like me, sweetheart?"

_____'s eyes scrunched together in confusion. "I never said that..." Oh, but she would LOVE to.

Tom looked over his shoulder and saw that his boys had done their part. Stan was looking right at him, a wonderful, angry look grazing his face. Perfect. "Also, don't call me sweetheart."

Tom's eyes wandered back onto the beautiful girl. "What?"

"Don't call me sweetheart. I barely know you," _____ repeated herself with arms crossed over her chest.

"Oh, but I know you, Wendy," he smirked.

"What? I'm not--" _____ was not able to finish her damn sentence because she was interrupted by goddamn Tom Pacer giving her a rough, sweaty kiss on the lips.

Her first goddamn kiss.

She desperately tried to shove the Westfield leader away from her but her size really was a disadvantage. Tom Pacer was buff. No way she could push him away with her strength.

Suddenly, Tom was pulled back instantly. _____ wiped at her lips, hoping to get the disgusting taste of Tom off her. She watched in horror as Stan gave a good ole punch on his face. As fast as it was, adults ran over and broke up the fight. "Hey! One more punch will get your whole team disqualified and out of season!" Mr. Mackey yelled as he restrained Stan back from killing the other boy.

Tom smiled, wiped away the blood that was dripping from his nose and freed himself from the person that held him back. "It's all in football season fun, right? We're good, right Marsh?" He questioned the raven haired boy.

"I'm going to kill you on the field," Stan spat furiously. "If I ever see you anywhere near _____, again. You're dead, Pacer!"

"_____?" Tom asked.

"Yeah, my name is _____, asshole!" The violated girl snapped at him. She was close to tears. Never in her life have she felt so manhandled. Tom fucking Pacer stole her first ever kiss. That was something she can NEVER get back.

Once Tom realized his mistake, he walked back the side of the field where his team was. "Well, Stan seems pissed enough. I hope that anger screws him up on the field," he thought.

Stan broke free from Mr. Mackey and ran over to _____. She was surrounded by friends who tried to comfort her. Nothing was working. She was devastated. Stan made it to her and demanded for the others to give her room. Fortunately, everyone obeyed. They definitely did not want to be in the middle of the wrath of Stan Marsh.

"_____, look at me, please," Stan mumbled to her, his sparkling blue eyes filled with worry. He gently lifted her chin and saw the tears brimming her eyes. "Oh my god, I'm going to kill that asshole. Wasn't that your--" The tears have finally fallen from her eyes. "That fucking cunt stole your first kiss." He embraced his friend into a hug, letting her cry into his shoulder.

"Stan, that was my first kiss. I wanted my first kiss to be special, Stan and he stole it," she sobbed, wrapping her arms around his torso. "Please..." She looked up at him. "Beat Westfield." She pulled away from Stan and wiped away the tears off her pink cheeks.

"With pleasure," Stan nodded while he put on his helmet.

~*~*~*~

"TOUCHDOWN! SOUTH PARK WINS AGAIN!"

What Tom Pacer didn't know about Stan was that once he's dedicated and has a drive to do something, he will succeed one way or another. Westfield only made South Park's star quarterback an absolute animal. He and many other of the players were more aggressive with their play. Westfield never had a chance.

During this, _____ was able to calm down and enjoy the rest of the game. She was even excused from doing anymore cheering, as the girls thought it was best to have her rest. _____ had a newfound admiration for Stan. She didn't think it was possible to fall even more in love with him but here she was.

She's going to tell him. He has the right to know. She doesn't know why she suddenly has this feeling to finally tell him but damn, if she doesn't tell him now, then when?

She stood up and walked over hesitantly to the cheering group of South Park players who were overjoyed with their win. She decided to wait for the excitement to die down before she could tell Stan.

...

Immediately, Stan saw her. She was just waiting there at the sidelines as the rest of the school were celebrating. He pushed his way through the crowd and reached _____. He grinned down at her. "You ok, now?"

_____ nodded her head. "I'm great since we won the game."

"See, I always keep my promise."

"I know." _____ found herself not wanting to meet Stan's eyes. Her heart was beating rapidly and she can feel her body trembling. She has to tell him now!

"Uh, are you sure you're ok? You're shaking like a leaf," Stan asked her. He ran his finger through her hair in hopes to calm her down. It had worked before. "_____?"

"Stan, I have something to tell you," she squeaked out. Now or never. "And either way this goes, I want you to know that this friendship means a lot to me." Stan was silent. He doesn't know what to say at that moment, that's for sure. "Please, promise me after what I'm going to tell you, our friendship will still be intact..."

"Yeah, I promise."

"Stan." She gulped. "I like you. I like you a lot. Like major crush kind of like." She squeezed her eyes shut tight. "No, actually, I am hopelessly in love with my best friend. You. And trust me, I tried to set it aside and move on but I can't..."

The silence was killing her... (Ok, besides the noise of cheering in the background). "Umm, please say something. I think I'm about to die," she faltered. "Stan, I wanted you to be my first kiss..."

"_____... I love you too," Stan murmured out, a smile wide on his face.

_____ glimpsed up at him in shock. "What?"

"God, _____. I love you so much, you have no idea. I never had the guts to tell you was because I didn't want to jeopardize our friendship. You are the most important person in my life and I didn't want to lose you if I told you and you didn't feel the same way. I only went back to Wendy all those times was to get over you... I am so happy. If only I realized sooner..."

Yes. _____ was the most beautiful girl in the world. And finally, he can say that she was his not only in his dreams. This was the best day ever.

"... I wish that asshole never took your first kiss," Stan sighed.

"You can make up for it..." _____ blurted, not really thinking before saying. She blushed furiously at her random comment. "I mean- I... Umm..."

"Can I make up for it?" He asked her as he cupped her face in his hands.

"You can."

With that, in one swoop, Stan finally gets to kiss his best friend with all the passion he could muster. Yeah, this definitely makes up for the crappy first kiss. _____ can only hope that there will be more kisses to come to overshadow Tom's kiss and she can't wait.

"Goddamn, finally!!" Kyle shouted over from the group that were all watching their sweet moment.

"Shut up, Kyle!" the two of them said in unison. Stan and ____ exchanged glances and knew that they were meant to be.

They were endgame.