South Park x reader one-shots

Pete(red goth) x goth!reader

sorry I haven't updated in a while guys......... I had to have a couple M.R.I's and i had to go to a children's hospital in Massachusetts for my scoliosis.

   "Breath in. breath out. Calmness. Your stress is melting away."
   You rolled your eyes at the sound of your younger sister's Yoga tape.
   How pathetic.
   Your sister was the most girly beautiful princess in this conformist world. To put it simply, she was the most popular at your private school, WoodShire high.
   Of course that made you slightly popular, but you didn't want to be popular.
   You just liked reading poems and sitting in your black room, witch your sister DIDN'T want you to do, unfortunately.
   But on the upside, you had some people you didn't mind hanging out with.
   You hung out with Gregory and Christophe most of the time, sometimes smoking with the goths at the back of South Park High.
  You don't know why the Brit and the Frenchman excepted you and took you in as one of their groups.
   Maybe it was your love for the French culture, or your fascination with British bands, but either way, they took you under their wing, and now they were just as protective of you as an older brother would be.
   Either way, that's your life story. How boring. Just like everything in this conformist world.
You sighed, more of you h/c hair falling over your left e/c eye.
You got up from your place on the floor, gripping your black phone, and pulling on your black hoodie, and walking outside, to go smoke with Christophe and Gregory.
You knew they would be in the back of South Park High, so you headed off to your destination, earbuds in ear listening to Gorillaz.
As soon as you arrived you noticed that there was commotion coming from the front of the school, oh great, a conformist fight.
How stupid.
You trudged to the back of the school, scoffing and rolling your eyes at the crowd that had accumulated at the front of the building, and sat next to Gregory, who was smoking and mumbling something about, "Stupid American pigs".
"Ello y/n. Did you see the commotion in the front?"
"Yea."
"Isn't it highly stupid?"
"Yea, duh. They're conformists everything they do is stupid." You chuckled slightly at your conformist joke, and pulled out a cigarette and lit it up.
"Guys, zey are zo stupid, two boys are fighting over some girl." Christophe exclaimed as he sat on the other side of you.
"That's so stupid oh my god." You rolled your eyes, and watched as the goths came over, mumbling about how idiotic the conformists were.
"Hey y/n." Henrietta sat in front of you, firkle next to her, Micheal next to firkle, and Pete on the other side of Henrietta.
"Hey guys." You answer unemotionally.
You took out your earbuds, and played your music out loud for the whole gang, and they looked rather pleased about this.
The song changed to Monster by Skillet, and you were pretty satisfied.
Pete flipped his hair, Firkle re-applied his black lipstick, Henrietta readjusted her lace on her dress, Michael flicked some ash off his cigarette, you bobbed your head to the music, Christophe rested his head against the wall of the school, Gregory pulled out his phone to play on, and everything else that was normal in the small outcast group commenced.
That is until Mike the vamp kid came running out to the back of the school, with Kyle Broflovski hot on his tail.
"She loves me!" Kyle shouted as he grabbed Mike by the collar.
"She could never love a conformist like you! She loves me!" Kyle threw a punch at the vamp's face, and a fake fang fell out.
"Oh that's the last straw you fucking mortal!" Mike pounced, and but kyle with his one fake fang left.
The whole misfit group was in shock, Mike was in a fight with Kyle of all people? And over a girl?
They hated Mike, but because he tried to fit in with them and was always around them, they knew this definitely wasn't like Mike.
"What's happening?" You asked, standing up.
Both of the boys stopped when they heard your voice, and Mike smiled at you, with only one fang.
"Don't give me that smile, what the fuck is going on?!" You yelled, threatening to punch them, "You guys can fight all you want, but don't bring it into our little area! You know this!"
"W-we're sorry." Kyle blushed and looked down when you looked at him.
Mike took this as his chance to prove what he was fighting for, he moved closer to you, and eventually you were backed up against the wall.
"Wha-what are you doing?"
Then he did the utterly unexpected, and kissed you.
Right on the lips.
That was it, Mike had stolen your first kiss.
You were in too much shock to move, and eventually he pulled back.
"VAT THE BLOODY ELL WAS DAT?" Christophe screamed, enraged.
Then another unexpected thing happened, Pete came out of no where and punched Mike square in the face.
You were still too shocked to move.
"Don't you fucking touch her, or you'll have to deal with me! That was her first fucking kiss, and you fucking stole it! She was probably saving it for someone special! You fucking asshole! I'm gonna fucking beat the shit out of you!" Mike looked utterly terrified as Pete smirked deviously and his eyes twitched with anger.
"P-Pete stop." You managed to stutter out those words.
"Wha? Why?"
"I though we had all agreed that fighting was a stupid conformist thing, don't get mixed up in it. But I would like to say this, and I'm sorry if it's too conformist, but , thank you for protecting me." You blush slightly, cursing your feelings and the way that your body acted on its own, blushing and marveling at how Pete had saved you.
"Yea, fighting is pretty conformist. But uh, your welcome. I mean, your so non-conformist, I needed to protect you. Your one of the only non conformists I know, other than these guys." He smiled slightly, and you noticed a tinge of red on his pale cheeks.
After that, Mike and Kyle both ran away, and Everyone started walking home, after a ,too eventful for their liking, day.
You and Pete were the last people left, and you moved over and sat next to him.
"Thanks again for keeping that pervert from seeing the light of day." You smiled a little, and blushed yet again.
"Okay, I'm sorry if this is conformist like, and if it adds insult to injury, but, I think I might l-l-love you..."
"You what?" You blushed and stared at the black and red haired boy.
"I-I think I l-love y-you." He looked away, blushing.
"I think I might love you too..." You cringed at your conformist words.
Pete looked back down at you and smiled slightly, with a blush raging on his face, much like yours.
You looked up at him , and gained eye contact.
He began leaning in slowly, and you did the same. Eventually, your lips met his, and both of your eyes closed as you two enjoyed some bliss for the first time in your lives.
When you two parted, you nuzzled your face into his chest and wrapped your arms around his neck.
"Thank you." You mumbled into his chest.
He ran his fingers through your hair with one hand, and put another around your waist.
"I love you."
"I love you too."
After that you two walked home, hand in hand, because you two lived on the same street.
When you entered your house, you didn't even care that your sister was doing her inspirational yoga videos, or that your mom was painting her nails, with hair curlers on, or that our dad was reading the newspaper.
You were at peace with the world for once, and so was your newfound lover, and you two became the most enthusiastic goth kids in the history of ever.