Pinku Cat Cafe [South Park x Reader]

First Name Basis

The moment you step foot outside of Butters' home, you're scooped up in Dovahkiin's arms. You blink up at him, to which your eyes meet. He gives you a small smile before looking away once more. He smells like sweet cinnamon... you relax a bit, sighing deeply. You could stay like this forever.

"She doesn't need to be carried, Douchebag," Stan looks at the two of you with a pout.

"We need to hide her in a place that no one will find her for the time being," Cartman announces, dusting off his wizardly robes. "There's no telling who else will come after her."

"I'm not a princess that needs saving, you guys. Didn't you say that those people don't have any powers because they never had the stick?" You furrow your brow with a small frown. You don't like feeling helpless at all. "I can fend them off myself."

"Dammit, (Y/n), let us help you," Craig grunts, his arms crossed over his chest. "You're stubborn as fuck. I love and care about you, but you need to learn how to let people help you out."

Love...? He... he loves you? Are you overthinking this? He's just saying he loves you in a strictly platonic way, right? Right?

"Love?!" The rest of the boys (aside from Tweek and Dovahkiin) exclaim in unison.

Growing rather embarrassed, you cover your face in your hands. How can you stay calm or think this is platonic when everyone is making such a big deal about it?

"You can't say stuff like that so suddenly, Craig! She's going to overheat!" Kyle reprimands him with a pout. The tips of his ears are a rosy shade of pink as he says this... you gaze at them for a moment. You wonder if they're hot to the touch.

"Why can't I say stuff like that? Why don't we finally say it? It feels like hell to keep it to ourselves at this point."

Some murmurs of agreement ring out in the group. You furrow your brow, not quite sure what to make of this whole situation. This can't be what you think it is, can it? That only happens in anime and drama!

"We can't keep on thinking for ourselves. Bradley said it himself," Token points out, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. "I'd rather not get reamed by him after what he said to you guys."

"Wait, what did Bradley say?" You ask, your eyes widening. The thought of him reaming anyone seems like a far stretch to you. You would have to think that aliens abducted him and replaced him with a clone that isn't as good as the original.

They don't seem to pay any mind to you, causing you to pout and cross your arms. Dovahkiin silently chuckles at your cute expression, but doesn't say anything.

"I-If she's not ready, t-then we have to w-w-w-wait. It's kind of like c-consent if you t-think about it..." Jimmy adds, though he doesn't look too happy about keeping silent. He's not the type of guy to keep his mouth shut for long anyway.

"Clyde, do you still have that giant ass fort in your backyard?" Kenny asks, changing the subject completely. You can't tell if he's blushing or not... it seems as though he knows that you're looking! "The one you tried to kill everyone in?"

"That was when we were ten, dude."

"Do you still have it or not?"

The brunette lets out a small huff and looks away from him. "... Yes, I still have it, but it doesn't look as evil anymore. My dad took down all the skull shit... and the buckets of green goo."

"The buckets of what now?" You tilt your head.

"It's a very long story, (Y/n)," Token sighs. "But, to put it in so many words, Clyde got pissed with everyone for being banned from Cartman's guild, so he created his own."