Drown in my love (Stan x Kyle) (Style) (ZOMBIE AU)

Reporting back⚠️

(Warning!! ⚠️mention of blood and some swearing. That's pretty much it tho. )

Stans pov)

Stan slowly blinked open his eyes when he was rudely awoken by the sound of crackling and popping. Stan's nose twitched, faint fumes of something familiar entered his nose. He took a large inhale, the smell of sizzling bacon overwhelming his senses.

He perked up from where he was lying on the couch and casually looked towards the pleasant aroma coming from the kitchen.

"Craig! Agh!! You put too much oil in the pan!" said what was obviously a panicked Tweek.

"Fuck! It's fine, honey! I'll just-!"

Looking at the hectic scene, Tweek was sitting on a stool bench, anxiously gripping at his hair, his ankle still wrapped tightly in a bandage. Craig was standing in the kitchen trying to reach the smoking pan, only for it to rebel, spurting bubbling hot oil everywhere.

In a squeaky voice, Tweek said, "Turn off the pan, Craig! It's too hot!"

Craig did as he was told, quickly turning off the heat below the pan and snapping his hand away after a small bit of oil burst towards it.

Once done, Tweek sighed with relief. Craig looked towards the pan, which was still bubbling, and then he slowly went around the bench and took Tweek's hands in his. With a deadpan look, Craig said, "I told you I'm not made for this cooking business."

Tweek rubbed his thumbs on Craig's hands. "Ngh. It's okay, Craig. You're still learning."

Craig sighed "I can't wait to have my head chef back." He said softly, leaning down to nuzzle tweeks nose with his.

Tweek laughed softly. "I'm a mess in the kitchen. You know that." He lifted one of his hands to caress Craigs face.

"A strategic mess, honey. You get things done a lot better than I do..." Craig trailed off, drifting his eyes to the settling down pan.

Tweek kissed Craig's lips, grabbing his attention back. "You're doing fine. You can do it! Just grab a bunch of tissues to soak up the oil."

Craig hummed affectionately and kissed Tweek again.

Gross. Stan did not want to see a make out session first thing in the morning. Stan leant his head back on his fluffy pillow. Unfortunately, it was damp, causing Stan to lift his head back up and eye the attacker.

Ah. Hurt by his own making. He'd drooled on his pillow in his sleep.

Whoops.

Stan lazily wiped his chin with his sleeve and turned the pillow over. If you can't see it, it doesn't exist, right?

He sat up, looking at the floor and wiping at his eyes. He looked over to where Kyle was the night before, but he wasn't there.

"Where's Kyle?" Stan asked tiredly, interrupting Craig and Tweek's intimate whispers.

Craig immediately glared over at him. He really likes to glare.

"Kyle went to go sleep as soon as we came in here." Tweek said.

"Why the hell are you out here?" Craig asked.

Stan shrugged. "I couldn't sleep. I came out here. Kyle said I could sleep on the couch, so I did."

In all honesty, Stan feels like he'd had the best sleep in his entire life, filled with energy that was slowly increasing.

Craigs glare grew darker. "Kyle shouldn't have allowed that. You should have stayed where you were supposed to. You can't just go wherever you please-"