Okay, this chapter is for coyote smith. It's Stan x Wendy
And I am so sorry about how short this is _ I am really bad at being descriptive and this is how I write fluff eugh. But I promise that not all fluff stories are going to be about them sleeping XD
I'm going to write another story literally like 5 seconds after I post this so hopefully look forward to that c:
In, out. In, out.
That's his breathing pattern.
Up, down. Up, down.
The way his chest rises.
Thump, thump, thump, thump.
His heartbeat, that of a strong man, even if he were dead.
Yes, Stan Marsh. The one I loved. The one I belonged with.
We laid together, our breaths falling in sync, chests rising rhythmically to each other. I felt his hand reach for mine. He gently entwined our fingers, I didn't protest, why would I? His hands are bigger than mine and they instantly spread their warmth. I snuggled closer to them as a cool draft blew through the window. A chill ran through my spine, but before I could react, he wrapped the other arm around my waist and secured me to him.
Thump, thump, thump, thump.
It's become a rhythm that I fall asleep to every night. A steady beating pattern that appears no different than someone else's.
Yes it is. It's something about him that's different. Something that makes him, him.
Stan Marsh.