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Kyle lost himself for a moment in the blue of his eyes, just like he always did whenever Stan looked at him with that kind of intensity. Then the black-haired boy gave him a teasing smile.
"Would it bother you if I stopped being romantic with you? Or if I'd never been romantic with you at all?" Stan asked, and Kyle could have sworn the black-haired boy's voice had gotten deeper, although it was probably just because he was relaxed under Kyle's touch.
He thought about the conversation he'd had with Tweek. The blond had asked him the same thing, and Kyle, as always whenever he felt cornered, had given him a vague answer that wasn't really a yes or a no.
"You've always been romantic. It's part of who you are." He shrugged, playing it down as he continued moving his hands through Stan's hair.
Or: Kyle becomes too confident that Stan will always be romanctic with him—until, suddenly, Stan stops being romantic altogether
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29 Aug 2026
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Maybe it was a little selfish to spend his free time searching for a dinky old CD, instead of spending it with his wife. The woman he was supposed to love and cherish forever, as promised by his wedding vows. But this just… felt important. After reaching out to Jimmy, Kenny, and Marj, and none of them having the CDs, Stan's old boxes of records and CDs were his last hope.
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Stan takes a trip down memory lane and stumbles upon something long put away.
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29 Aug 2026
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He flung the door open, ready to argue, and instead got shoved backward into his own dorm. The hands pushing were hot, heavy, and big. The shove was surprisingly gentle.
Stan Marsh was wide-eyed and way too close. He didn’t smell like he’d been drinking, but who knew. He actually smelled fantastic, of course, something warm and earthy.
“What the fuck, dude?” Kyle asked sharply. Stan glanced over his shoulder, and Kyle balked at the crowd of people behind him. “No, really. What. The fuck.”
Stan didn’t say anything, just turned him around and pushed him into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. His hands came up to touch Kyle’s shoulders.
“I’m so sorry,” were the second words Stan Marsh spoke to him. The first were, “Hey, I’m Stan. Looks like we’re neighbors.” To which Kyle fumbled his own fucking name and said, “I’m Neighbors. Fuck. Yeah.” And bolted back to his dorm, face burning.
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- Part 2 of fake dating always means falling in love
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29 Aug 2026