Fallen Star - (Kyle Broflovski X Reader)

Chapter 9: Confessions with a side of pancakes (Y/N)

The words leave your mouth in a tone much more harsh than you mean them to, but it seems to stop whatever the two idiots on your couch were just doing, so it feels justified. Stan abruptly gets off Wendy, and she sits up to look at you. For a minute, the three of you are trapped in some kind of sick staring-contest, eyes darting back and forth between each other. But you're the first to break when the sight of Stan's happy trail causes you to turn around, nearly dropping Kyle as he drunkenly leans on your body.

"Put some goddamn clothes on," you demand, and wait until Wendy gives you the all-clear that they're decent before facing them. You clear your throat before addressing them again, the anger in your voice gone but the irritation ever present. "Please, someone tell me what the fuck was going on here. Because if it's what I think it is, I swear to-"

"It was," Wendy interrupts. "It is. I don't know, but... yeah. Whatever you're thinking, you're probably right."

Kyle stirs slightly after you let out a heavy sigh, and you figure your first priority should be him. You motion for Stan to come take him off you, and when he's been gently laid on an empty chair, you go and take a seat beside Wendy, ignoring what they were probably doing where you're currently seated to avoid throwing up.

"Wendy, are you serious? I know emotions are running high after not seeing each other for 7 years, but immediately having sex with him? You're not teenagers anymore, why rush into something like that?"

"Because we're in love," Stan replies, but your withering gaze doesn't make him shut up, and he continues. "I love Wendy, and she loves me. I'm sorry Y/N, but you can't stop true love, a love like ours."

You think hearing the word 'love' come out of Stan's mouth one more time will kill you, so you turn to Wendy, and stare deeply into her eyes to discern her true feelings on the matter as you ask your next question.

"And you want this? A relationship with Stan again?"

She nods yes, but turns her gaze to the floor to avoid yours, something which tells you she might not be entirely sure. But it's obvious she's not going to share her ambivalent feelings with him in the room, so you decide to let it go.

"Whatever. Fall in love, get hurt, have each other's babies, whatever, just keep me out of it. Anyways, is he staying over?"

She shares a look with him, and purses her lips together.

"Ask him."

You reluctantly drag your gaze to Stan's, who's standing awkwardly next to where Kyle's slumped.

"I mean, I can probably catch a lift with Kyle right?"

"I guess. He does need someone to drive his car back to his place, maybe you could crash with him there... Let's ask," you say as you walk towards the kitchen, fixing a cold glass of water for Kyle. You press it against his flustered cheek, and it seems to wake him up from his stupor, if barely.

"Hey Kyle, can Stan drive you-"

"Hey Y/N," he replies with a dopey grin on his face, and the sheer cluelessness of his expression results in you giving him an embarrassed smile in return.

"Hi Kyle. Look, can Stan drive your car home and-"

"Stan? Stan Marsh, from South Park? Fuck no he's not driving my car, shit's gonna end up crashed into a beaver dam or something."

Wendy stifles a laugh while Stan protests in the background that it was only a boat rather than a car, and you reassuringly pat Kyle's soft curly hair, lulling him back to his drunken slumber.