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Tuesdays were always nice and boring, just how Stan Marsh liked. I mean, don’t get him wrong! He loved to do crazy shit with his friends. Always getting in to fucked up adventures, for absolutely nothing, excited him! But Tuesdays were an exception. Tuesdays were the kind of day that he could just be home with his girlfriend, watching a shitty movie while eating some crappy fast food, without having anyone annoying his ass.
But this Tuesday did not happened like the others.
“Hey Stan” he didn’t excepted that. He was so caught up in his own thoughts that the raven headed boy didn’t even realised that his girlfriend had walked up to him. He looked at her with a pleased face, god Wendy Testaburger was really beautiful. “Hey Wends,” he smiled, “what are you doing here?”. “Cheerleading practice ended earlier. Just wanted to watch Kyle’s training for a little bit, but guess I wasn’t the only one.” She responded with a smile of her own.
The sound of balls hitting the floor and sneakers dragging tired body’s to each of the courts could be heard. The coach was yelling some tactics about the game. Honestly he couldn’t care less about the stupid rules of basketball. He was just here to see 𝙝𝙞𝙢. Kyle Broflovski. I mean, how could Stan not be here to see him? That guy was fucking amazing (and not just at basketball). Every time those red curls bounced to his forehead Stan could just think of how he wanted to tangle them in his fingers. His tall figure helped showing his muscular body more. And fuck, don’t get him started on those dam green eyes! And as if him being handsome wasn’t enough, Kyle was the smartest person Stan knew (aside from Wendy of course).
Fuck. 𝙒𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙮. His literal GIRLFRIEND was sitting right at his side and he was thinking about his best friend… Scratch that. His SUPER best friend! And NOT in a friend way.
“So, when are you gonna tell him?” Huh?! He blinked slowly looking at the girl. Again, he didn’t expected that. “What?” Stan said in pure confusion.
She scoffed, “Come on Stanley!” She said with an almost annoyed expression, “I know I’m smarter than you, but you’re not stupid”. Stan was really confused now. What the fuck was Wendy talking about?
“I’m sorry wends, but I’m really confused right now.” He said. “Kyle.” Wendy mentioned. “When are you gonna tell him that you like him?!” She said so naturally that Stan thought that was a joke. But she wasn’t joking, oh she was being so goddam serious in that moment.
He blinked again, “WHAT?!” Stan nearly screamed. Some of the players even stopped playing and looked at him in a weird way, so he instantly started talking in almost a whisper. “Fuck Wendy!” He hissed. “What the fuck are you talking about?!”
“I’m talking about the way you look at him.” She didn’t look angry, or upset. Truthfully, she was actually pretty calm, and even smiled. Which was strange because she has a history of sending people to the sun due to her jealousy. That fact calmed Stan down. He knew he couldn’t deny it anymore because Wendy already knew that he liked him.
“I’m sorry…” he said “You know that I love you wends, but I just couldn’t stop thinking about him. I’m really fucked, aren’t I!?” He’s voice was getting lower and lower which word.
“No, you aren’t.” She said sternly, but with a soft voice. “It’s expected of you to fall for Kyle.” Wendy continued. “I mean, just look at him! He’s so perfect!” If he didn’t knew his girlfriend he would thought she was having a jealousy attack. But she wasn’t. It’s almost as if she was complementing him. Not the kind of compliment you give your guy best friend tho.
“I don’t understand wends.” At this point Kyle’s practice was almost over. They looked at the redheaded boy, who was starting to pack his things. “Well… For starters he’s super tall and handsome” she affirmed, and for just a moment Stan thought he saw a blush creep her cheeks. “He’s also really kind and smart, don’t tell him that i said that though” Wendy chuckled. “But, on top of that, he would fucking kill anyone who messed with him or the ones he loved.” Stan saw! This time he was sure! She blushed. Wendy Testaburger fucking blushed talking about their mutual best friend, and for some sick reason Stan thought that was the cutest thing EVER. Seriously what in the actual fuck was happening!?
“Wendy…” Stan started, looking for the right words so to not startle the girl. “…Do you… do you like Kyle too…!?” Wendy finally looked at the raven, but she couldn’t make eye contact with him. She open her mouth, although as soon as she realised nothing would come out she immediately closed it. She was starting to breathe harder and harder each time.
“Oh shit! You do, don’t you!? Fuck! What are we gonna do now?” Stan had tears forming on the corner of his eyes. All he’s biggest nightmares were becoming true. “I-I don’t want to lose you again…” He said sadly “But! I-if being with k-kyle is what makes you happy…” he tried to breathe so to calm his tears down. “Then- then you should do it. You guys would make a really good couple.” He couldn’t hold them anymore. Tear after tear was coming out of his eyes. His girlfriend, the girl he so loved, had fallen for his SBF, the boy he just wanted to hold in his arms for the rest of eternity. He was so fucked.
Yet, he didn’t get the response he thought he would. “Oh… sweetheart no! I would never leave you again.” She said, softly trying to wipe his tears away with her thumb.
The thing is, Wendy and Stan did not have the best history. Back in elementary to 8th grade they used to date, however they had a really unhealthy relationship. Always getting into stupid fights and having an on-and-off situationship. Yes, it didn’t help that they were just kids and didn’t have their priorities set yet, but they still guilted the other each time they fought. So, back in 9th grade, they had a really bad break up and stopped talking for almost 2 years. That’s where Kyle enters. Both Stan AND Wendy began to talk to Kyle even more then they already did. And that probably explains why they’re in this situation right now. Waiting for the redhead to pack his basketball things while talking about how much they both had fallen for him. If you think about it, this situation is really fucked up. Still it made so much sense to both of them. Kyle is so important to them that he was the one who open their eyes to the fact that they were just being stupid for ignoring each other. That’s why, at the beginning of senior year, they started dating again. But this time they were SERIOUS about their relationship. Yet they still thought something was missing, or rather 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙚.
“Hey guys! Sorry I’m late, coach wanted to talk with me.” They both looked at him. Kyle Broflovski, the boy who made one of the oldest couples in South Park high discover that they had a crush on someone other then them, was standing, in all his glory, right in from of them. “Whoa. Is everything alright with you two!? Did you guys had another fight?” He asked, clearly worried.
“N-no dude, we’re fine.” Stan said, his voice cracking a bit because of the crying earlier. “Stan, dude. Have you been crying?” Kyle was REALLY worried now. He looked at Wendy clearly stressed and accidentally made eye contact with her, definitely longer than they should. That made both of them blush, but he quickly looked away. 𝑵𝒐, 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕’𝒔 𝒘𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝑲𝒚𝒍𝒆! 𝑫𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒂 𝒘𝒆𝒊𝒓𝒅𝒐, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚’𝒓𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓. He thought. Then he looked at Stan again and, for his surprise, he was blushing at his interaction with Wendy too. Now that was strange. Stan HATED when someone interacted in a non-so-platonic way with his girlfriend. And he’d think he would be pissed with Kyle because of that, but, in reality, he just gave one of tweek and started pulling his hair in stress. Like really hard.
“Whoa there! What are you doing dude! You’re gonna hurt yourself!” Ok, seriously, what the fuck was happening right now!? Both Kyle and Wendy took he’s hands away from he’s hair before Stan could rip it and be bald forever. “Babe, it’s ok. He’ll understand.” Wendy said with the most calm voice she could do.
“Understand what!?” Kyle questioned, completely worried with his friend. “What is Wends talking about!? Stan what the fuck happened while I was practicing?” He got on he’s knees in front of him and moved the hand that was holding Stan’s to his lap. He tried to not look scared but he was really starting to think something serious happened to his SBF.
Stan blushed again, but this time because of the position Kyle was. He was on he’s knees. In front of him. He was on he’s fucking knees, in front of him, holding his fucking hand.
Kyle noticed this and quickly got up. With a blush of his own, he cleared his voice. “Ok dude, seriously, what happened!?” He was talking more calmly now, and Wendy couldn’t help but smile at how adorable they both looked. “Uhm.” Stan gulped. Fuck why was Kyle so hot in his sports clothes!? “I-I don’t- I just- I-“ Stan clearly was having troubles in that moment. Wendy noticed this and started smirking. Then she looked at Kyle, who now was just really confused. He was tilting his head to the side, just how he always did when he was curious. That made her bit her lip. Shit she really liked this boys.
“You guys are so cute” Wendy said before she could even stop herself. When she noticed she said that out loud she turned as red as Kyle’s hair.
Stan looked at her, clearly trying to have a silent conversation with Wendy. He was practically screaming at her with his eyes. That didn’t hide the fact that he was flustered tho, and Wendy noticed this.
“E-excuse me!?” They both turned to Kyle. And it would’ve been funny how red he was if it wasn’t terrifying. “Omg! Ky I’m so sorry! I-I didn’t mean to- I just- I- fuck.” Suddenly she got up and walked up to Kyle. In reflex he started to walk backwards, until he crashed into the benches and accidentally fell, sitting directly on the stan's lap. “O-oh shit!” Stan hissed, totally embarrassed, “wends what are you doing?!”
“I’m sorry Stan, but I really can’t wait anymore.” She affirmed. Kyle was just sitting there on stans lap, completely trapped by Wendy. He didn’t know what to do! If he didn't get up in the next 2 seconds Kyle was going to do something that he would definitely regret later. “Wendy, dude, what are you doing!?” He was trying so hard not look at her breasts. I mean, Wendy was the prettiest girl he knew, but he wasn’t a sick pervert ok!? He had respect for her body. AND he knew that if he did that he’d be breaking several “bro-codes” he and Stan had. Believe him, he really fucking tried, but Wendy was literally starting to sit on his lap and he didn’t know what to do! If he looked at her face, he would end up doing eye contact with her, and if he did that all the years that he only could fantasy the taste of her lips would revealed themselves in a matter of fucking seconds. BUT if he didn’t look at her face he would have to look at her breasts since she was now completely in his lap.
It didn’t help that Stan wasn’t doing anything to try and stop her. He was paralysed. He really should do something about this, yet he couldn’t. Stan was literally seeing the hottest thing he would probably see he’s whole life. His girlfriend was sitting in his best friend’s lap, and, at the same time, his best friend was between his legs, back pressed angst his chest. He noticed that Kyle was avoiding eye contact with Wendy and that woke him up from his transe. He quickly grabbed his friends waist to try and make him look directly ate Wendy’s eyes, which made him flinch. Oh that. That was going to be the reason of his next nightly “self time” as he liked to call.
“Come on Ky, I know you want it to” she said. “I know how you look at me.” He shivered at her words. “How you look at 𝙝𝙞𝙢.” Wendy finished. And for gods sake! That girl really knew how to get a guys attention, because the way Kyle blushed was never going to leave Stan’s mind. “Fuck.” Kyle hissed. “Fucking hell wends! I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry” He admitted. Wait, did Kyle Broflovski apologise? That caught their attention, none of them was expecting this!? “I’m sorry Stan. I didn’t want you to know, I didn’t any of you to know.” He affirmed, and since nether of them moved or said anything Kyle continued apologising. “I-I like you ok!?” He gulped. He felt his throat so dry in that moment. How could a simple Tuesday turned out like this!?
“Which of us?” They all looked at him, because that was the first time Stan Marsh had talked in the last 7 minutes. “I-I… I don’t know.” He responded, and in those 13 years of friendship Stan never saw he’s best friend being more honest than in that moment. “I have liked you two for a while now. More specifically since beginning of sophomore year. But I was afraid, because I had fallen not just for my guy best friend, but also for my girl best friend, who happened to be his ex.” He took a deep breath, Wendy and Stan never stopped holding him and maybe that was the reason he was still talking. “That- that was the main reason why I wanted you two to be back together again. I thought that if you were together my stupid faggot crush would be over. But it didn’t go away. It actually just got worse and worse!” Stan started hugging Kyle from behind as if it was a silent request for him to continue.
“Like, can you guys blame me for my stupid crush!? I mean, Wendy is the prettiest girl in the whole world. She’s smart, talented and is not afraid to stand for what’s right!” This time was Wendy who got closer to him, a warm smile danced on her pink lips. “A-and Stan? He’s the most handsome guy alive. He’s kind, and sensitive and he doesn’t even need to use his hands to punch someone. He has his words who can hurt more than any physical fight.” That made Stan smile too. God, for a tall and muscular guy, Kyle was really fucking cute. “That’s why I admire you both so much! And I’m sorry that I ruined EVERYTHING by telling you this. And now none of you will want to be my friend ever again. And I probably am the most stupid person aliv—“
Suddenly, Kyle was caught off mid sentence by a pair of chapped lips. He widened his eyes seeing Wendy kissing him, but when Stan didn’t do anything to stop it he decided to enjoy it. This was like heaven on earth. Her lips were fucking amazing! They were a bit stronger than he imagined, but he liked it. They moved together as if they were always supposed to this. Like a dance they didn’t had to practice to know exactly all the right steps. He sighted angst her lips when he felt Stan play with the curls at the back of his neck. He then moved them and started kissing and licking at it. Fuck, if this was a dream don’t you dare wake him up. He softly moaned angst her mouth, and she took the opportunity to deepen the kiss. Then he remembered they were still at the school’s basketball court, so he gently pulled away from her. Stan continued to kiss his neck not understanding the body language message.
“If you didn’t get it, we like you too Ky. Like REALLY fucking much.” She chuckled. And now Kyle was felling kinda of stupid for not understanding their signals earlier. “Yeah, I’ll keep that in mind.” Suddenly he moaned and Stan just smirked angst his neck at the sound. Guess he founded his sweet spot. “S-Stan, d-dude, we’re still, ah~!… We're still at the school.” Although every single bone in his body was telling him NOT to stop, he did it. “Sorry Ky. You have NO idea for how long I wanted to do that.” He whispered in his ear loud enough for Wendy to hear, and she started laughing at that, because it was true! She always knew Stan liked Kyle (even before he knew himself) so she knew that he was telling the truth.
“It’s nearly 6pm now. We have been here for more than an hour.” Wendy commented after looking at her phone. “Do you guys want to go to my house and then we can finish what we started!?” Stan said with a smirk on his face. “Dude really? You sound like Kenny” Kyle said sarcastically. “Nuh I’m just kidding. But what about a shitty movie and some crappy fast food!?” Stan laughed. “Sounds like fun. I’ll get to decide the movie!” Wendy said. “Why? You always decide what movie we’re watching!” He commented. “Yeah, because I have good taste, Stanley.” She said unimpressed with her boyfriend’s childish behaviour.
Yeah this Tuesday definitely did not happened like the others. But that wasn’t necessary a bad thing! Stan always liked nice and boring Tuesdays. A day that he could just watch a movie with his girlfriend and do nothing. But, from now on, he would be spending his Tuesdays watching horrible movies with both his girlfriend AND boyfriend! So yeah this Tuesday was different, but definitely became his favourite.