Cool headed ||South Park X Reader||

Trees are relaxed

I woke up to the sound of birds pecking on the window. I looked around because I swear there were two people in this room last night... That smell... what is it... It's... sweet? I got up, opened the curtains, dressed up , and went downstairs. Kyle was sitting at the table and Kenny was leaning on the kitchen counter.

"Karen loves them, I always make them on her birthday. To make her feel like a normal kid and to let her forget our living situation," He was conversating with Kyle. After he said that he flipped a pancake.

"That's so sweet. I hope you've made enough," I winked at Kenny. I now realized He put on an apron. It looked so cute on him. Kyle turned around to see me. He was wearing his boxers and a shirt. Kyle's hair was all over the place.

"Good morning to you too and of course, I'm making enough. I can't let you become hungry," He smirked and turned around to make the next pancake. I looked at Kyle's hair again.

"Goodmorning, and 'yes' you may touch it," Kyle grinned looking into my fucking soul. I burst out in laughter, because of how uncomfortable he made me. But! I wanted to touch it anyways and I did. It was really soft. It was softer than I expected. I don't know what came over me but I just began giving him a full-on head massage. I said I'm just gonna do this now. He didn't complain or anything. Like he wanted to (/ he didn't have a choice otherwise).

"Pancakes ready!" Ken said holding a plate of pancakes in one hand. He placed the plate on the table. Kyle was almost drooling. I don't know if that was because he saw the pancakes or that he enjoyed the head massage a bit too much. I stopped and sat down on a chair. They've already set the table. We started eating.

Meanwhile, they were talking about how Cartman posted a picture of him hitting the gym. I got a message. It was from stan. He asked if I wanted to do something crazy tonight. I of course agreed without knowing what he had in mind. I also told stan that I am home alone so I could go anywhere I want. I took a bite from the pancake I just poured syrup on.

"Kenny, this is delicious," I widened my eyes and looked at him as I said this. He smiled looking down, blushing a little. Then he backed that up with a smirk and said "I know," Kyle was just inhaling the pancakes as if his life depended on it. Kenny and I both looked at Kyle now,"

"Vwewy gwood," Kyle said with a mouth full. I asked them how their wounds were doing. They both said they were worse than yesterday. That makes sense because yesterday they were high on adrenaline. I wonder how Clyde is doing... I know he didn't push me on purpose... well he did, but I think that was the adrenaline as well. It was basically 1 v 3 for him...

The boys went away this afternoon. I just hopped out of the shower to receive another message from Stan. He asked me if I had already made dinner. I told him no. He then said "K, coming over" and "Don't eat" in the time stan was on his way I got dressed (https://link.combyne.com/OWGSINK23lb).

I opened the door as he has rung the bell. He immediately stepped inside and put a white plastic bag on the saloon table and then hugged me. "Heyyyy, you look nice," Stan said casually. I thanked him and smiled. "What did you bring? Chinese?" I asked, looking at the bag. "Correctamundo," he joked and walked to the kitchen to get cutlery and such. We then set down in front of the tv and ate. "Thanks, man for the food," I said after we were done eating. "Letsgo!" Stan stood up, I followed him out of the front door and locked the house. He walked to a car you didn't recognize. "You bought a car?" I asked and frowned one eyebrow. "Yeah, you like it?" I nodded and smiled. We got in the car. Stabbing in the dark by Ice Nine Kills (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sl8sLGoRaX0) was on.

We arrived at a secluded parking lot. There were 4 people there. They were goths by the look of it. We parked and got out of the car. "Yooooo, this is [Y/N]," Stan introduced me to them while greeting them. They were friendly, they went all in for a hug with me. There was a boy with curly hair and a slightly curvy nose, his name was Michael. Then there was a girl, Henrietta. Kirkle was obviously the youngest of the group I'm guessing he was 3 years younger than me. And last, there was Pete. He had red roots and black ends.