Okay. I'm guessing no one read the first 'chapter' of this thing. Because it specifically gave a 'format' for the request reviews. So, I'm going to fill out the requests that have been asked, but PLEASE follow the outline next time. I put it up so it's easy for me to work with your ideas. If you don't give me anything to work with, I'm not going to give you anything to read.

Yeah I sound like a bitch but, like, sorry. I don't have time to make up my own plots right now, which is why I asked for requests. So you guys could give me plots you want to see. That's kind of the whole point. So please stop just requesting pairing. Situations, or shit, even just a few words you want me to see. Thanks guys.

Any requests after this point that don't even somewhat follow the outline or give me any guidelines are, sadly, going to be ignored. And on that note, enjoy the latest request I've filled =)

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Request: Stan/Craig – Stan as the man of the relationship

Rating: Not specified, so I'm calling it T for sexual situations and swearing.

Type: Drabblefic because I suck.

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Craig didn't know how it had happened. One day he had been hating Stan, the next day he had been swapping spit with him in the second floor boy's bathroom. It was sudden, unexpected. Fuck, Craig had thought he was straight up until that point.

But, he reasoned, Stan just has that way with people.

They'd been doing this...thing, for almost two months now. Craig was pleased to note that no one knew. Absolutely no one.

Stan hadn't even told his super gay ass best friend, Kyle. The boy simply assumed Stan was ditching him for another girl – as Stan tended to ignore his friends when the prospect of a 'loving relationship' popped up.

Craig had no idea what he was doing with such a fag. Or why he was turning into such a fag himself. Fuck, he was even the bottom bitch in their relationship.

They hadn't talked about it, but he supposed it was some unwritten rule. He was taller than Stan by an inch, sure. Still though. Stan had a good fifty pounds on him from all the sports he played. He was muscular, strong, and not a bean pole like Craig.

Which was probably why Craig was the bottom bitch...

The fact that he liked to do laundry, clean, and could actually cook – his mom was useless in the kitchen. It was feed yourself or starve – surely had nothing to do with it. At all.

Or so he liked to tell himself.

Craig broke off from his mental ramblings when a hand curled into his hair. They were at the Tucker house, sprawled on the floor. Stan was leaning against the couch and Craig was curled up, head resting in his boyfriends lap. "Mm."

"You like that?" Stan asked affectionately, nails softly scratching at Craig's scalp. He was stroking him now like he was some sort of pet.

"Maybe." Craig purred, head tilting back. His face melted into a smile. Only around his boyfriend, and well, Clyde, was he so 'open' about his emotions. Not that he talked to them about his feelings. Just that, they got to see him smile.

Stan leaned down, a smile flickering across his lips. "You're such a girl"

Craig sighed. Maybe he was.

Maaaaybe he was.

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Okay. So this was craptastic. It sucks. I know. I'm so sorry to the person who requested this. I just really, really, really suck at Craig.