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So basically, some people on Tumblr NAMED A FREAKING STAR after Style and Kyman. One of the stars is called Kyman, the other is called StanKyle. And it was so awesome that I wrote short oneshots about both of them xD Just short, fluffy drabble things. I wrote both of them in about an hour and didn't proof-read them, so I'm sorry they're not properly edited or structured or anything. D: And I can't put links in this fic, but if you'd like a link to the Kyman star or the StanKyle star, send me a message and I'll give you the link. :D
This is based on the Style star. :) 3
I look into the eyes of my boyfriend, at Stan Marsh, and can't help but smile. Four years ago, I was just a depressed, lonely, closeted teenager. I guess it really is true what they say, it really does get better.
'Want another?' I ask, picking up the heart-shaped box of chocolates I gave him for valentines day from their resting spot on Stan's pillow and hold the box out too him. In a soppy, pathetic attempt to be cute and romantic, I'd spent several hours last night knitting 20 miniature-sized Stan hats, and had placed one on every chocolate in the box. They were a snug fit, and I knew from the look on his face when I gave him the box that it was worth losing 2 hours sleep and almost sewing my pinky to my thumb.
'Dude, if I don't stop eating these, I'm going to get fat.' He laughed, poking at his stomach and picking up a caramel chocolate, before carefully placing it on his tongue. He tried not too giggle as he held his tongue out, the chocolate sitting on the tip, and leaned his head towards mine. Our lips collided, a swirl of chocolate and saliva. Our tongues met, but only for a few seconds. Stan grabbed the remainders of the chocolate out my mouth and pulled his head away, chewing and grinning guiltily.
'So chocolate's better than kissing me?' I say, melodramatically holding the back of my hand up too my forehead, feigning being hurt.
'I just love caramel.' He says, drawing out the 'love', and moving back in for another kiss. Just as our lips are about too touch, however, he suddenly pulls back and jumps off the bed.
'What are you doing?' I say, confused.
He winks, slyly. 'Giving you your valentines present.' Stan drops too his knees and sticks a hand underneath the bed I'm lying on. When he withdraws it, there's a shoebox attached too his hand. Opening it, I see several scraps of paper, a small wad of money, a couple envelopes, some chains and a felt jewellery box. To my surprise, it's one of the envelopes that he takes out, then shoves the box back into the darkness.
Drawing himself up too his full height, Stan holds the envelope out to me with one hand, bowing graciously with the other. I laugh at his gesture and take it. On the cover, Stan has written 'Kyle' in messy handwriting with a green crayon. The rest of the envelope is blank, except for a red love-heart placed I each corner, on both sides.
'So, what is this?' I ask, bemused by his gift choice. Shaking it produces no sound, there doesn't seem to be anything noticeable inside.
'You'll have to open it and find out.' He says, winking once more, and collapses on the bed next to me with a heavy thud.
Curiosity gets the better of me, and without any hesitation, I violently rip the envelope open, almost tearing the contents. I was never one for delicacy. Inside are two sheets of paper. The first is a photo of space, the sort of shot a telescope takes. As far as I can tell, other than one star in the very centre which has been circled, again in green crayon, there's nothing unusual or special about the photo. Confused, I take out the second piece of paper and start reading.
Dear Kyle,
Happy Valentines.
Love, Stan.
Star Name: StanKyle
Right Ascension: 123.52720577
Declination: -34.65641607
Dedication Date: February 12, 2012
I read it over several times before finally understanding what this piece of paper means.
'Stan…' I look up at his face, so full of anticipation and hope. 'You named a star after us?' I can't believe this. A star… There's a star, a real life star, an actual ball of burning gas somewhere in the universe that has mine and Stan's name on it.
'Yeah! So… Do you like it? I-I mean, I know it's not a proper gift, but I can get you chocolates or a teddy bear or something if you like, I mean, if you don't like this, I-'
'Stan,' I interrupt his nervous rambling. I haven't seen him this anxious about anything since the day he told me he likes boys. 'Stan, it's perfect!' I rush forward, jumping upright, and grab him by the waist, causing him to topple over, his head falling softly onto his pillow. Stan's face turns reddish as it flushes with relief.
'I love you, Kyle.' He says, staring straight into my eyes, the happiest, most content, beautiful and perfect smile I've ever seen in my life plastered on his face.
'I love you too, Stan.'