Yandere South Park x reader one shots

My Coffee Bean

Male! Henrietta Biggle x  male! Thelman! reader. Everyone is genderbent. Pete is Patty, Michael is Martina, Firkle is Felicity, and Henrietta is Henry. You'll know everyone else when you see the names.

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"Hey, Henry. Fancy seeing you here."
Henry rolled his rich, dark purple eyes and took a drag from his cigarette. "Shut up, Patty. Let's go. Martina and Felicity are waiting for us."

"No. ____ is babysitting Felicity for the afternoon."
"Isn't he uncomfortable taking care of her?"
Patty shrugged her shoulders. "Yeah. But, you know how he is."
"Yeah."
'Of course I do. I like my men shy. They're cuter.'

"...Why don't we go down to Felicity's house and hang out with them?"
Patty thought for a moment, then said, "Yeah, sure. I'll call Martina and let her know."

~

Henry's P.O.V.:

Martina was already at Felicity's house, sitting on the front step and blowing smoke. "Hey, Patty, Henry."
"Hello," Patty politely said. I gave a nod of recognition and stayed silent. Martina opened the door, and we all went inside. I was last, and my heart started thudding when I saw Patty's little brother ____ on the couch with Felicity reading him a poem while she sat on his lap. He looked a little uncomfortable, but was still quiet. Everyone sat down on the ground and on chairs. Felicity got up and sat next to ____. ____ got up and said, "I-I'll m-m-make s-some co-coffee."
"That would be nice. Thank you, ____" Martina said.

____ disappeared into the kitchen. I followed him, sitting on the counter. ____ didn't notice me, letting out a squeak when he bumped into my thigh with the coffeepot. Or, French press. It was very hot, but I didn't get too badly burned. ____ went into overdrive and started freaking out. "Gah! I-I'm s-s-so s-s-s-sorry, Hen-Henry!"
"I'm not crippled from burns. I'm fine."
"A-Are you su-su-sure?"
"Yes. Here, I'll help you take this out."
I took some mugs down from the cabinet, hesitating over a fifth mug. "Do you want some?"
____ shook his head no and turned his attention back to not spilling the coffee everywhere. Makes sense. He's so jittery without caffeine, it would be worse with it. We went into the living room, and I set the mugs down on the coffee table, taking the French press from ____'s shaking hands and pouring coffee. Everyone took sips of the scalding coffee, silently suffering through the pain. Until Martina set down her cup and said, "So, what happened in there?"

____ turned bright red and looked down at his lap. Felicity giggled and said, "Ohhh, I see~"
"No. He spilled coffee on my leg and freaked the fuck out," I calmly replied while ____ shook and covered his red face with his hands. Patty snickered audibly. ____ got up and mumbled something about homework and rushed out of the house. Felicity rolled her eyes. "Jesus Christ. He can't handle the slightest joke."
"Shut up, that's my brother."

~

At school the next day, ____ came up to me and stuttered out an apology. His palms had scabs in the shape of moons. His nails had blood underneath. "It's fine. I'm not in the hospital dying. It's just a red mark on my leg."
William Testaburger, who was walked by, whistled at ____ and laughed. Stacy Marsh crossed her arms and looked at the pavement. I rolled my eyes and shouted, "Go fuck that Stevens kid, you pathetic whore!"
William scowled and stormed off. Stacy chased after him. Kylie, who was getting off the bus, turned to Erica and shook her head. "Ugh, again. William has been trying to get into the Thelman kid's pants forever."
"Which one?"
"____, you fat dumbass. William was trying to hit on him the other day. I even have a video, since I thought Stacy would want to know."

Kylie pulled out her phone and brushed some red hair out of her eyes. I walked up to her and blocked the group's way. Kenya muffled a threat through her hood, but I knew it was an empty threat. I was no longer over-weight, and had grown very tall. "What was that about William?"
"Oh," Erica said. "He's been trying to get into ____'s pants for about a year now. We don't know why. Now move!"
Erica shoved me out of the way and stormed through the front doors. Kylie let out an annoyed sigh. Kenya pinched the bridge of her nose and shook her head, a piece of dirty blonde hair falling in her eyes. "Can you show me the video you took?"
"Why? You're one of the faggy goth kids, you shouldn't care."
"Well, I am a fag, and I care about ____ quite a bit."
Kenya snickered and nudged Kylie, who was beginning to look nervous. "Fine. Here."