South Park Headcannons + Fanfictions

Wholesome Hooters (Kenny x Reader)

—> description: reader works at hooters (not raisins, since they're of age).

The four main boys finally had a homework and work-free weekend to hang out, just like old times.
    "Guys it's just like elementary school, we can do whatever we want. How should we spend this weekend?" Kyle asks his friends, ecstatic about finally hanging with all of his friends outside of school.
    "I dunno man, I haven't been feeling the best lately," Kenny muffles out in a sad tone.
    "Keeenny, don't bail on us! You're always working because you're poor and now we wanna hang!" Cartman shoots him a look, which makes Kenny shrug.
    "I know what would make you feel better Kenny," Stan has a slight smirk and has everyone's attention, "we should go to Hooters tonight."
Kenny of course, did perk up a little bit. Back in the day, they would go to Raisins, but this would be the real deal.
    "Yes Keeenny would love Hooters, now you have to go!" Cartman grins as Kenny nods in defeat. The four boys then get in Stan's car and drive.
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You were extremely busy. Friday nights are always packed with gross grown men who just wanted to see something. You are eighteen, but that still didn't make it any less weirder to have men who could be your dad looking at you in a sexual way. You were just glad that you didn't have to wear the new shorts that were basically like underwear...
    "[Y/n] you're on table six!" Your coworker yells at you while both of her arms are occupied with trays of beer and greasy food. You sigh, but nod in acknowledgment. You use your phone for a camera to make sure you look presentable, then head over to table six. You're hoping tonight flies by with huge tips.
You approach a table of four boys, who actually looked about your age. You couldn't tell if you should be relieved it isn't a group of old men or if you should be more nervous because of horny teenagers. Nonetheless, you approach the table with your best flirtatious and polite smile.
    "Hey guys, welcome to Hooters. I'm [y/n] and I'll be taking care of you this evening. What drinks can I get you guys started with?" You could tell your charm was working, because the boys hesitated to order their drinks. After jotting down their soda orders (because they knew they couldn't get away with ordering alcohol), you confidentially walk to the back to get their drinks, and to give them time to decide on an order. Little did they know, you could actually still hear their distinct voices from the back.
    "Oh what I would give to take her home," Kenny states bluntly as the guys laugh.
    "Kenny you don't even have a chance, she's way out of your league," Kyle replies laughing and punching him jokingly in the arm.
    "You wanna bet?" Kenny challenges him with raised eyebrows.
    "Keeenny, if you can get her to go out on a date with you, I will pay for your food," Cartman sets down cash to prove to Kenny he is being serious.
    "For real? You fucking bet!" Kenny practically yells in response. Kyle and Stan are cackling and tell Kenny to quiet down.
Hearing the entire conversation, you walk back to the table with their drinks. You give each boy their corresponding drink, then pull out your pen and pad.
    "Okay boys, did we want to start out with any appetizers or are we ready to order?"
    "Um, I think we're ready," Kyle replies trying not to laugh since he made eye contact with Kenny.
    "Alright, what can I get for you guys?"
Each boy orders what they wish, and when you get to Kenny's order, you actually see that he is quite attractive when you examine him. Maybe you would throw this boy a bone if he gets the courage to actually ask you out on a date. As you walk back to the kitchen to put in their order, you decide that you're going to toy around with this boy.
You walk back to the lobby and of course, a song was playing. Knowing the choreography, you decide to dance with a little extra sass, and immediately catch the attention of the kid in the orange coat. Swaying your hips a little extra, Kenny's friends are visibly teasing him. You decide to act innocent. After the song finishes, you immediately go to the table.
"Anything I can get for you guys?"
"Yeah, my buddy wants your number," Cartman says pointing at Kenny, who actually blushes and demands him to stop. You laugh and smile at their childish bickering.
"If he asks me himself when I bring your food, I just might," you smirk and walk off to get their order. Your confidence was sky high, and you could hear the boys hyping their friend up. You bring out their food, expecting Kenny to pop a question. Kenny motions you to him, so you lean down for him to whisper.
"We both know you're smoking hot, but I really wanna get to know you sometime. Can I get your number?"
This time, your face flushed. Customers are never genuine with anything, and they usually just want a piece of ass. This was the most appealing thing a customer has ever said to you, and it really caught you off guard. You nod, and write it on a piece of napkin. You also got a huge tip that night since Kenny didn't have to pay for his food.

Fast forward to the end of your shift, you get a text from a random number.
Unknown: Hey, it's Kenny. Do you need someone to walk you to your car? I don't want a creepy old man harassing you.
You smile at your phone, and realize this boy might be something serious.
[Y/n]: hey :) ! that's so sweet of you! i would really appreciate that, meet me behind the store :)!

You lock the restaurant door behind you, and see Kenny waiting for you. A cold breeze blows, causing you to shiver.
"Hey, take my coat. You don't have much on. Not that I'm necessarily complaining but..." Kenny unzips his infamous orange coat and drapes it around your shoulders. You giggle at his bold comments, but stop and stare in amazement. You actually get to see his hair and face a lot better.
"You should show your face more," you smile softly and wrap the coat around you. He smiles and chuckles a little bit, and takes your arm. You both walk to your car after a few moments of comfortable silence.
"Do you need anything else? I'm 100% here to do whatever you need."
"Yeah actually," you smile, "call me as soon as possible."