#southparkxreader

Kyle x Poet!Reader

Story: Being too shy to confess face to face, you decide to give Kyle a challenge to figure it out himself.

Gender neutral reader!

Requested? No!

TW: Cartman.

Note: P2 anyone?

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He sighed loosely, sulking off to his locker. Valentine's day was coming up and everyone had someone to celebrate it with... But not Kyle. Not poor, sweet Kyle.

Three days til... He thought glumly, opening his locker. To his surprise, a piece of paper fluttered out. He grasped it quickly, desperately, even, to read it.

Hope you don't mind,

I want to be your valentine.

Each day brings a poem,

Each day gives a hint,

Find me out early and you might earn a kiss!

Three days' all you have,

Now here comes the hint!

You know who I am,

Just as much as I know you.

Maybe ask a friend or two,

Like someone in a hat that's red and blue.

Xx,

Your secret admirer

Kyle felt his heart soar abruptly, reading the note over and over. He slammed his locker shut and leaned his back to it, note pressed to his chest.

So the hint was with Stan, huh? He thought excitedly. This was it! He would get a Valentine! He dashed off to the lunch table his clique shared to talk about it.

Quickly grabbing lunch from the line, he slid into his seat and spoke quickly, "Stan! I got a Valentine's poem in my locker and it says you have a hint on who wrote it!"

Stan, who was sipping his milk, choked on it at the statement and shot milk out of his nose. Kenny instantly burst out laughing. When the coughing fit ended and the ravenette settled back down, he glared over.

"Yeah, I do. But next time wait til I'm not drinking something?!"

"I neeeed that hint, though! I have until Valentine's day to find out who it is!" Kyle brought up, shovelling a spoonful of corn into his mouth.

"Yeah, yeah, here you go..."

Stan scoffed and recited what he was told.

"We share our pottery class."

"Pottery class?" He remained puzzled, but kept it in mind for the rest of the day.

"Hah! Some fucking sissy in a pottery class likes Kahl!" Cartman wheezed, "Probably a dumb trick to make fun of him being a lonely jew!"

"Shut up, fatboy! At least I have a valentine!" He sneers back.

"AYE!"

So lunch came and went, the poem still on his mind day in and day out. In pottery class, he eyed around at every person there. He had to weed out just who exactly wrote that poem!

He knew it couldn't be anyone he didn't know, so a majority of the class was off the table. He couldn't recognize the handwriting either so it can't be any of the guys there.

The day ended and like in school, the romantic words written just for him were locked in his brain all afternoon and far into the night.

Morning of the next day came and he rushed to his locker for the next note. Sure enough, it was there!

Two days to go,

You should find your flow,

Like the way your curls dance in the wind.

Never in my life, would I give such advice,

To a boy that's as charming as you.

So get hint number two,

That's all I ask of you!

Find what you can,

Piece by piece, that's my plan.

Ike should know the next hint.

The kid has lots of wit.

Xx,

Your secret admirer

Kyle chewed at his lip and looked over a paper where he had written the names of his pottery classmates. Who does he know that knows Ike and shares a pottery class with him? He narrowed down more people by crossing our more names.

He groaned and set his head on his desk. The others looked at him sympathetically (except for Cartman, who started laughing his ass off.)

You give a slight smile to Kyle and his struggle, shaking your head and slipping out of the doorway unnoticed...

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The day came and the final poem was received...

The final day's come.

Hope you found my game fun.

I saw the frustration that was on your face...

But now it's time to show my shape.

Go to locker 3.2.5,

Place a note with my name inside.

At 4:23, head down Cherry Street,

Turn the corner and me you shall meet.

His breath shuddered as he slid the paper into the designated locker and left to start his school down, a determined smile on his face. He hoped he got it right... He spent so long trying to figure it out.

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You paced around the corner. It was 4:18 and he was nearly there, you presumed. You gripped the paper from the locker that has your name on it. He got it right... And that was about to be proven to him.

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Kyle took a deep breath. 4:22, and he rounded the corner.

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"good morning, mr mccormick" you said breathlessly, clumsily putting down his usual breakfast order on the desk - you take a little too much pride in how you didn't spill a single drop of coffee as the carboard crashes roughly onto the surface.

"good morning, miss l/n" kenny mirrors back, a tug pulling at his lips as he stops paying attention to his ipad, opting to watching you closely as you attempted to make the items organized, they were always placed down the same way. sandwich on the left in the centre, the coffee slightly above it on the right. he doesn't miss the way your tongue rolls over your lips as it had your full concertation, in fact it's all he can focus on, only drawn away when you start paying attention to him once bearings were gathered.

when you finally look up, your eyes meet, regret thrums inside your chest. heated cheeks from jogging across the building only became worse as embarrassment crashes through your veins at the very obvious amused glint in your boss' eyes - the grin on his lips that clearly indicates that he's laughing at you rather than with you.

"you're late."

as if you don't already know that from the state of you, your bottom lip jutted out a little at the comment, it’s that look exactly which makes kenny to tease you as often as he does " i know, sir, i'm really sorry " you straighten yourself up as best you can, fingers curling in the fabric of your blazer and tugging the front down, ridding it of creases that were only obvious to you "first there was a personal emergency that needed to get seen to, then traffic piled up on the main road - "

"hey hey, take it easy - " he soothes, though the laugh can’t be helped, placing his ipad down on the desk as he walked around it, he sits on the very edge of the desk as you remained stood there, frazzled and distracted despite doing your best to bring your attention back into the room " we've talked about this, more than once, we're laid back here - "

" i -  "

"not finished" he raised his index finger to his lips, the moment it did your lips knitted shut, obediently stopping your response as you let him continue - " a couple of bad mornings are bound to happen, life'll get in the way and make leaving the house unbearable, believe me, i get that - it's about not making habits out of them, to push through as much as you can to not allow these moments impose on your work. " your once tense shoulders slump forward with each word he spoke  - a defeated stance taking over, lips pressing together as you swallow around the anxiety.

"... okay?" there’s a certain delicately around the answer - wanting to know that you heard him while also making you aware he can see the sudden mood shift.

"yeah, i - thank you, sir, i'm sorry. i just really need - correction, i want this job, i enjoy working here, for you - for once i'm looking a boss in the face and meaning it, do you know how revolutionary that is ? " he chuckles at that, though allows you to continue as he sees your eyebrows stitching together in thought, " i suppose i'm just ... worried about jeopardizing my position here."

"you couldn't, you’re doing amazing work here, you helped me remember what date it is today - “ corner of lips twitch at that, “you’d only get fired if it was something ... really bad, like you royally screwed up, i'm talking completely cause this company and my work to collapse - "

"thank you, sir ... i think ?"

"no i mean you making a catastrophic mistake, like leaking my work to the enemy - "

the enemy ?  what is he -

" uh, sir ?"

"you really don't give me the impression of doing something like that, though - but i suppose looks can be deceiving - "

oh, that's what he's doing. you're no stranger to this, but it still always manages to confuse you when this happens... whatever this is, exactly. kenny had the tendency to go on and on, internal thoughts meeting the surface for all to hear - the first time he did it you had never been so confused in your life, it took one of his colleagues pulling your aside to explain that this is simply... kenny.

"sir."

"i knew that face was yours was hiding something devious - " little do you know, this tangent is a lot more intentional than his others - this is based solely on the ground to make you feel lighter again, to feel comfortable. to rid the worry from your forehead and make that smile break out across your face, the one he loves so much - you didn't deserve to feel so sad,  to look it, he certainly never wanted to be the cause of it.

"mr mccormick, please" you tried to sound firm, but instead it came out in a tumble of giggles as your face broke out in a smile at his shenanigans.

"there it is" he murmurs ; more to himself than you, referring to the way your face lights up as the smile breaks out across your face, the way your eyes crinkle at the corners when showing an emotion as pure as joy "did you manage to eat this morning?" you shake your head, his foot drags forward the chair in front of you both that's tucked under the desk ; "sit" you can't help but follow,  sitting down on the comfortable chair as your eyes peered up at him, watching every move he does. your eyes land on the way he reaches for the breakfast sandwich that he always orders.

"have this - "

"oh, no, sir, that's your regular - "

he stares at you for a moment, blinking a few times " ... so?"

"it's... your food" he can’t help the way his eyes rolled, what you fail to detect is the fondness that lingered behind the action - picking up the neatly folded order and peeling the foil away. “the last thing we need, miss l/n is you passing out on the job. you can’t organize my life for me when in the hospital - “  he pauses for a moment, still as a statue "actually, you probably could - but let's not test out that theory - " the slice that was on top is picked up, kenny doing the honours of wrapping a piece of tissue at the bottom so nothing fails out unexpectedly. you know it's a losing battle, once kenny puts his mind to an idea, there's no pulling him away from it. so you reach out, delicately taking the half he offered you and took a bite out of the corner, the moment the taste explodes on tongue, you realized how hungry you were. "better ?" "mmm ..." you hum around another bite "hmhmm -"  instead of a chuckle, a laugh rumbles through his chest as your reaction, clearly proving he made the right choice in the slight peer pressure he put you under. taking the moment to pluck the other half of the sandwhich and takes a large bite of his own. "once we're done with breakfast, we can talk about the day ahead. right now, you need to take this moment to relax, go for a smoke or something - " "oh, thomas undergrove is expecting a - " "what did i just ?" he scorns playfully, picking up a piece of extra tissue and throwing it in your direction. "i'm sorry, sorry - right, later - "

Kenny x Childhoodfriend!reader (kept Gn)

Undiscovered romance

You and Kenny were practically raised as best friends. From matching diapers and onesies, to matching middle school phases and cringey music tastes, to disgusting jokes, and eventually even the same friends. So you never thought one girl could come between it all.

No pronouns mentioned!

“Ky– I swear, I’m fine” you mumbled, sighing as you looked at Kyle who was fussing about you. For a second, he stood and stopped from rambling about some disease you might have had, his eyes moved to focus on you before letting out a defeated sigh. “Alright, let me at least do something for you” he sighed, moving closer to your side. Your lips formed a smile as you nod, “Mhm, but I’m fine, really” you mumble. His hand moved to rest on your forehead before sighing, “you’re really hot” he mumbled but it made you let out a chuckle, you laughed at his words before smiling, “yeah, of course, I know I am” you responded with sass. Your response only earned you a flick on the forehead, “I’m being for real and you’re kidding?” he let out a huff, raising an eyebrow on you as he pulled away before letting out a sigh, “I know, Mrs. L/n already took care of you but…” he trailed off, looking on the ground as he hung his head low, you smiled softly and took his hand, placing it on your cheeks. “You can accompany me, if you want to take care of me” you suggested, knowing he felt a bit dejected with doing nothing to help you. He looked up to you, his eyes bright and his smile a lot bigger than before, “great! I’ll stay with you till you recover then” he chuckled, pulling a seat next to your bed. 

He sat down and held your hands, bringing it to his lips as he placed a kiss on your palm, “school was really boring without you, y/n” he mumbled. “You had Stan and the others with you though?” you smiled, can’t help feeling happy from his words. “I know but… it’s different when you’re there with us, even the other guys agree with me” he continued, “they actually wanted to visit you with me but I told them to go fuck off” he let out a soft chuckle that made your heart squeeze. “You’re really mean to your friends you know” you sigh as you shake your head, “am not, I just wanted you all to myself, that’s all” he smiled, looking into your eyes. Suddenly a blush formed across your face when his words settled to you, his lips formed a smirk when he noticed you being flushed, he couldn’t help but chuckle as you looked away from him, “you’re such a sweet talker” you mumble. He let out a short chuckle, his hands moving to your chin as he turned you to face him, “come on now, y/n” he smirked. “You’re not getting embarrassed from that, are you?” he teased, his playful smirk never left his lips as you sigh, rolling your eyes at him as he turned your face. “Oh please–” you sighed, “shut up.. You’re making my fever worse” you huffed acting pissed off.

He lets out a chuckle before nodding, “alright, I’ll stop” he mumbles, he massages your hands, pressing on your palm as he did. You let out a content sigh, feeling relaxed from his massage. Your eyelids seem to drop as he continues to press his thumb on your palm, his smile widens as he notices you trying to fight off your drowsiness, “go to sleep y/n” he murmurs. You let out another sigh before nodding, yawning as you felt yourself drift to sleep, he smiled as he saw you close your eyes, a frown formed on his lips as he felt bad that you were sick and he couldn’t help you just till now. He sighed and ran his fingers on the side of your face, smiling as he placed your hand on the side, he leaned down to kiss your forehead, “sweet dreams, y/n” he mumbled as he pressed a kiss.

Hello! I’ve never did matchups before but when I think about the idea, I actually wanna do them! So you may request me match ups as well:)

Absolutely and thank you!!

I'm going to assume by best friend that it's platonic but I'm not sure so I'll make it borderline to be interpreted either way! ^^

This was requested by my friend IRL at our sleepover (Thank youuuuu!!)

Gender neutral reader!

Requested? Yes!

When it came to you, Pip was a mess. Everyone knew he was fucking terrified of you, everyone ripped on him about it. (Even though they're just as scared of you.)

But when the school's 'scary dog' student suddenly just asks you on a date? He was too afraid to say no.

You were thrilled!! From afar you had admired the boy. It took a lot of courage to go to him and ask him out so the yes made you sooooo happy.

You never called him Pip, only Phillip, after you heard he's called that when they hate him.

Pip sighed, opening his locker and letting all of the junk Cartman had shoved into it fall onto him. Snickers rang behind him as he gathered it up neatly into a trash bag he stored in his pocket.

This wasn't new to him. It was often... When it was all gathered up, he tied the bag and put it in his locker to throw out after school. He pulled his books out and shut the door to his locker in a soft way so it wouldn't slam.

You leaned on the locker next to it, having waited patiently on him to ask. A hand sat in your jacket pocket where you had a little gift for him in. Never once had you decided to rip on the British boy like the others you always verbally bashed.

To you he looked cute, his accent was hot, he was polite and kind to everyone- you were head over heels.

Pip gasped sharply when he saw you, grasping the strap to his bag. Your eyes lit up knowing you could finally talk to him.

"Hey, Phillip... I was.. Well, ah- I want to give you this and wondered if you wanted to go out some time...?" You pull your hand from your pocket and place a little keychain of two f/a snuggling around a heart into his hands.

He gaped in silence and then shakily nodded, not knowing what else to do. He saw your s/c cheeks flush and a very gentle smile on your lips. It was a little cute.

"Awesome! Cool! I'll uh- pick you up at seven Friday night!" You kiss him on the cheek. It was so gentle he almost didn't even realize it was the most feared student in all the high school he was talking to, "Bye Phillip~!"

He was bugged by everyone the entire rest of the day, bombarded by questions on how the fuck he "domesticated the scary dog" as Cartman put it.

Pip was just as clueless.

For the rest of the week you showed a lot of kindness to him to help prove the date would be worth it.

Walked him to class, scared off his bullies, ate lunch with him, gave him tons of compliments, and even made him some treats!

When Friday rolled around, he was anxiously pacing the closer it got to seven. Pip was told to just dress comfortably and to not wear a hat so he did as told. A simple button-up and slacks were what he chose.

The ride was fascinating to him since he never rode on a motorcycle before.

You had arrived in a cute, comfy outfit on a motorcycle and took him on a ride up to the outskirts of town.

The date? A cute picnic under fairy lights that were strung between trees. He was in awe at your efforts.

When he found all the things you made; British foods and American foods, he finally realized you weren't actually pulling his leg. You really did research British foods just for him and went to the lengths of making them.

The night was spent talking and laughing, getting to fully know one another and admiring the view.

When you decided it was time to go the food was mostly finished off and he was about to fall asleep. You cleaned up everything into the picnic basket and had him hold it behind you while you drove.

Dropping him off on the porch, Pip mustered up to admit he'd like to go on another date and to be your boyfriend if you'd let him or preferred to wait for a few more dates to call him that.

You were ecstatic! Pulled a very happy little dance and peppered his face in kisses before telling him yes and to text the details on the next date.

He was definitely turned into a stuttering pile of putty in your hands.