South Park x Reader One Shots

Blonde Roast (Tweek x Reader)

It was cold outside and you were craving a (fav hot drink). You always come to Tweek Bros. Coffeehouse on Monday and Sunday mornings.

Seeing Tweek was the highlight of your day. The two of you had been close ever since you started college in South Park. You always felt there was some tension between the two of you, but it never felt like the right time to do anything about it.

The inside smelled like fresh ground coffee beans and cinnamon, an intoxicating smell that you associated with him.

The sounds of the steamer and the patrons rustling about made the cafe area anything but quiet. The barista with unkempt hair was rushing around as always, the only person behind the counter.

You wondered why his parents wouldn't hire anyone else to help him. It was almost cruel. Tweek Bros. was known for its fast service and special blends, which meant their entire trademark rested on his shoulders.

Tweek was easily stressed and always came in late in the middle of a lecture at uni after a morning rush.

Today was especially busy because it was the first day of their wildly popular seasonal drink launch. The line was long and you had to peek over several shoulders to see him.

He was downing espresso shots between orders and had dark circles under his eyes like he hadn't slept in days. It wouldn't surprise you if he hadn't.

The orders kept coming and coming, all with impossibly complicated customizations. It eventually proved too much for him and he froze in a panic.

He needed help. This was too much pressure for one person.

You didn't think twice about leaving your place in line and headed behind the counter with him.

"Y/N? You can't be back here I-"

"Tell me what to do."

His mouth falls trying to get a read on your features.

"Hurry up the people are waiting. Tell  me what to do."

You see a brief smile as he looks down grabbing cups. He doesn't have time to protest, he starts giving you orders on the little tasks he needs finished. While he works his magic, you uphold the brand by smiling and handing people their drinks.

The two of you made a really good team. Neither of you were in the other's way and the rhythm flowed.

...

When the last customer left and the morning rush was over, he bent over the counter and sighed catching the breath he had been holding in.

He walked to the front window and flipped the 'open' sign to 'on break' and headed to the back motioning for you to follow.

"Y/N I- you really didn't have to do that."

"Of course I did, I wasn't about to stand there and watch you suffer without backup."

Tweek

Tweek had never been helped like that before. It had always been that way ever since he was old enough to brew.

This morning was even more unbearable than normal because he had stayed up all night pacing his apartment trying to figure out how to tell Y/N how he felt. She was the most beautiful girl in South Park and was highly sought after. She had men lined up around the block.

Why would she ever go out with the twitching barista?

He caught his reflection in the metal coffee canister. He looked strung out, his hair was messy and his eyes were wide with dark circles beneath them.