Pinku Cat Cafe [South Park x Reader]

The Convention

You look at yourself nervously in the mirror. Today is one of the days for the convention and you've already done your makeup and everything. You fiddle with the wig upon your head and your costume, but you feel as though something is missing... you want everything to be completely perfect.

You lift your gaze from your own face in the mirror when the doorbell rings. You look towards your door, listening as your mother opens the front door.

"Hey, guys. She's in her room," she tells them casually, and you find yourself smiling a bit. She's come around to them, you guess. Before, she sort of seemed to hate their guts. You guess that them staying with you that day really helped her change her mind. You know it would be the same for you.

"Thank you, Miss (L/n)," Token's kind voice comes from the room. You hear them coming up the stairs and you look back at the mirror, continuing to tweek at your appearance.

"Hey," you greet them, feeling their presence without even having to look up. You look over your shoulder at them after this, smiling at the sight of them already in their costumes, save for their wigs if they got them. "You guys look cute!"

Cartman glances away, looking somewhat unsure. It's true that the character he's dressed as is the muscular sort, showing off his abs and everything. Your friend doesn't have that sort of body type, and that's okay. You like how he looks. You've never seen him look even a bit insecure before.

"Eric," you call him, a soft look in your eye. For some reason, calling him by his actual name feels... kind of nice. You don't miss how he looks shy at you even calling him that. "You look nice. Don't worry about it." You guess that being called fat all your life still sticks with you, even though you claimed to be proud of it for a long while. You don't care, though. You like his pudge!

Bradley peeks into the room as well, wearing the haori and the Demon Slayer uniform perfectly. Your eyes light up upon seeing him and you motion for him to come inside.

"I have to do your guys' makeup, okay? It's only natural for cosplayers to do this!" You chirp, already grabbing some of the products that you've stocked up on. You ignore how some of them protest against it, saying that you never formally told them they had to do this. But cosplay isn't just a hobby, it's a way of life!

... God, you sound like Yao.

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You nervously twiddle your thumbs when your gang walks through the corridor. You perk up quite a bit when you see your pals from Pinku and an unfamiliar face... You lift your hand, and your heart leaps into your throat when none other than Michelle turns to you.

Her smile is dazzling as she lifts her hand right back at you, jogging in your direction. It's almost as though she's running in slow motion and your eyes are glued onto her breasts as they bounce in rhythm with her steps. Lord, help you.

You're snapped out of your thoughts when her hands take your own. They're warm, gentle even. "(Y/n)! I'm so glad that you made it! Now the party's finally getting started, huh?" She chirps with a tilt of her head.

"I-I suppose so," you chuckle nervously, forcing yourself to tear your eyes off of her voluptuous body. You squeeze her hands in a gentle manner and direct her to your pals. "I see you've already met Lisa, Kelly, Heather, and Yao... but these are my other friends: Eric, but everyone calls him Cartman, Stan, Kyle, Kenny, Butters, Craig, Tweek, Clyde, Token, and Jimmy."

Jimmy, like always, is ready to use his extensive amount of jokes on this new person. "Hey, Michelle. (Y/n)'s told us a lot about you. It's about time to shellabrate!" There's a sparkle in his eye when the girl begins to giggle uncontrollably. You're glad that you're not the only one that is so easily entertained by him.