South Park One Shots

Token X Reader

Everyone knew him. Token. He was the rich investor in South Park. Always giving to the needy or providing for the homeless. He was a very polite gentleman, and happened to go to your school. Today, he was seated at your side, you two were assigned as partners to a project. "Well, in 1776 the declaration of independence was signed by the forefathers." You spoke lowly, worried you may say something wrong again, not that you had yet, but you were more worried than ever. You had never once been so close to him, he was normally just out of range, but now. "You're absolutely correct!" He exclaimed, squeezing your shoulder lightly. "So let's just base the paper off of that." He finished, writing down a few words on the essay page. You watched intently as his brow furrowed slightly you had noted that he always did that when focused. Flicking his eyes up to you, he grins. "Sorry. I always get a little carried away when I get assigned a paper." Stuffing the paper into a folder, he rises from the desk and smiles. "How about you come over to my house later on and we can finish it?" Nodding absent mindedly you agree. "O-Okay. That sounds great." Dipping his head respectfully, he hurries away to find some of his friends.

~20 minutes later~

Token had seated himself beside his dear friends. Stan, Kenny, and Kyle. He wanted to speak to them before seeing (Y/n). "So what's this all about?" Kyle asked boredly, his green gaze flicking over Token. Sighing slightly, the dark boy boy shifts his eyes towards them. "Well it's about (Y/n). I'm a little worried." Stan groans in despair, he was already extremely bored. Token seemed to speak of this girl almost daily. "Token, you're always speaking of this girl. If you like her, then just tell her." Token groaned angrily, rubbing his head slightly agitated. "I want to. But.... What if she's only into me for my cursed money?!" Kyle pats his back lightly, his brilliant green eyes narrowing sympathetically. "I understand your concerns. Sometimes I'm afraid to date just for that reason. But you're like beyond loaded." Kenny laughed slightly, his head rested against his arms, eyes closed. "Make her sign a prenuptial agreement. Then you'll be all set." Token stands up, brushing off the dust on his pants. "I don't want that. I want one actual relationship. Something with meaning."

~That Night~

You couldn't help it, no matter how hard you tried, you still weren't appealed by your own appearance. You had thrown your hair in all sorts of ways, but none off them looked quite right. Everything needed to be perfect for him. Token. That's what scared you. What if he didn't like you in that sense and you were wasting all this time doing something that just would never happen? Shoving the thoughts aside, you hurry off, already slightly late. No doubt he'd deducted brownie points. No, he isn't that crazy. He still is human. Taking a deep breath to stabilize your rapidly beating heart, you rake a hand through your (H/l) (h/c) your bright (e/c) eyes shining happily. You had never before been so ready for anything, so nervous, yet so calm. Before you could knock, the door swung open, revealing the smiling face of Token. "Are you just going to stand there all night?" He teased happily, stepping aside to let you in. Smiling politely, you kindly step past him, dipping your head in respect. "Thanks. So, the project." You began, only to have him cut you off. "Yeah, it's upstairs." Turning away, he leads you upstairs, your eyes gawking at his manor in awe. "This place is huge!" Token laughs at your statement, holding open the door for you. Smiling, you hurry into the room, seating yourself on his enormous king bed. "Nah, it's too much in reality. Why do we need this much?" Seating himself beside you, he pulls out the slip of paper. "Let's just work." He had been working for five minute with you, your eyes scarcely flicking to glance upon his. It seemed like he just refused to notice you, the way he focused so hard on the paper made you so jealous. "Token..." You began unsurely, your eyes finally connecting with his. Placing the pencil down, he smiles to you. "What's up (Y/n)?" Shifting slightly, you glance away from him. You didn't want to take initiative. But he was just refusing to do so. Sighing in resentment, you look to the paper. "I think we're just about done." You mumble half heartedly. His eyes narrowed slightly, and without any warning, he pressed his lips firmly against yours. Instantly your eyes closed, as a strong sensation of love overtook your entire body. Wrapping your arms firmly around his neck, you grin as he pulls you closer against him, his lips parting from yours begrudgingly. "So....What does that mean?" He smiled, resting his forehead against yours, eyes closed in bliss. "Well. I'd like you to be mine. But I guess I can understand if you don't want that." Shaking your head, you laugh slightly. "That's all I want." His face brightened up further, as he once again kissed your lips