South Park x Reader (ONESHOTS)

Stan Marsh x Dancer!Reader

SP Dance off, pt 3

Ages of Characters:

Y'all already know
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Y/n's POV:

Today was the day~!

After a lot of thought and a bunch of slow texts from Kenny, I have Finally came up with a stable schedule and today, ladies and gents, is our First Practice!

I was currently pacing around my room. My stomach was in knots with how anxious I was. I was essentially gonna be mentoring instead of being the student and my God, was the pressure becoming more evident.

It wasn't until my bedroom door was clicked open and revealed a Very tired looking Michael that I realised I was probably going a bit over the top with this...

"Y/n, it's 4 in the Fucking morning. Why are you pacing around?" He grumbled, his eyes squinted as if he's just woke up. It's 4 already??

"Why are you awake?" I asked him, taking in his sleeping attire with a face of grimace.

"I asked you first." He snapped and I let out a sigh.

"I'm fine, just go back to bed." I told him but he just blinked at me.

"You room is directly above mine, idiot. You think I can sleep when you sound like a fucking herd of elephants?" He growled before I watched his eyes flicker around the doorway. "Hang on, have you even slept?" He asked, shuffling inside my room.

"O-Of course I've slept! I just-... W-Woke up early!" I defended but of course, the lamp that was beaming brightly and the mountain of paper on my desk had betrayed me. Not to mention my still made bed from this morning. He wandered over to look at it before he let out a groan before turning to glare at me.

"Have you seriously been doing this shit all damn night?" He questioned and I gulped a little.

"No..."

"Don't lie to me. You skipped dinner last night for this, didn't you." He scolded but I just kept quiet. He let out a huff, his hand coming up to allow his fingers to pinch the bridge of his nose. "Y/n, sit down." He ordered and I quickly did as he said.

I slowly sank down onto my bed, soon feeling the spot beside me also sink.

"Okay look, I get that you have had a Very different upbringing, but you honestly need to realise that you're not in Korea anymore." He began and I looked down at my lap. "Yeah, some poser making company told you some stupid shit at a young age, but that doesn't mean you still have to follow their rules now. You're not even in the fucking industry anymore."

I glanced up at him, my eyes kinda burning with tears.

"In the industry or not, I-"

"I wasn't finished." He cut in, jabbing my arm. I looked down again. "You also need to realise that this whole dance off thing is just for fun. It isn't one of those dumbass survival shows people over there do."

I furrowed my eyebrows together.

"How isn't it like a survival show? Aren't they gonna record it?" I asked and he let out a scoffy chuckle.

"Oh, fuck no. I doubt a school would do something like that." He assured, shaking his head. "It's a just a silly contest. There's not gonna be any rounds, no eliminations, no nothing. You just perform one song, get judged and they announce the winning posers at the end."

"So... I've done this all wrong..?" I muttered and he shrugged.

"You can't help it, you didn't know the entire concept of a contest." He replied and I groaned, my fingers raking through and pulling at my hair. "Look, from what I saw, that whole schedule you did looked fine. Maybe whenever you meet up with them again, take a vote on whatever song you all wanna do."