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Treats for you!

REQUEST: « OK SO I HAVE A REQUEST IF YOU DONT FEEL COMFORTABLE WITH THIS JUST IGNORE IT AND HAVE A GOOD DAY<3

BUT I'D LIKE TO REQUEST HEADCANNONS FOR THE HASHIRAS YOU WRITE FOR OR YOU SELECT WHICHEVER ONES TO WRITE ABOUT BUT LIKE WHEN THEIR S/O LOVES BAKING AND ALWAYS BRINGS THEM SWEET TREATS LIKE IT COULD BE A RANDOM TIME OF DAY AND SUDDENLY GIVES THEM A SWEET TREAT? IDK I THINK HIS WOULD BE CUTE AND I HAVEN'T SEEN ANYTHING LIKE THIS SO I WANTED TO TRY SMTH NEW! HAVE A NICE DAY! »

Pairings: Giyuu, Sanemi, Obanai x Fem!Reader

Summary: The request (⁠◕⁠દ⁠◕⁠)

Warnings: None!!

(A/N): Ofc!! Btw this was a request made IN JUNE so... Yeah I'm sorry I'm just lazy😢 Sorry that this is so short and that I didn't write Muichiro, Mitsuri and Shinobu but that will be in the second part😔

part 1 - part 2 (coming soon)

★TOMIOKA GIYUU

- At first, he didn't really care about it.

- But over time, he noticed how much you insisted on him eating some of the various treats you'd make specifically for him.

- And over time, he started loving it!!

- Every single time he'd wake up, you wouldn't be next to him. You would be baking whatever types of delicious food you'd make.

- The moment you would see him, you'd give him one of your tasty and freshly made sweets, wich he would eat with no problem!!

- Tomioka cares for you, and loves you soooo much... The treats are just a bonus to him.

- He would just be sitting down, finally relaxing after a long and tiresome day, and all of the sudden, you would pop a treat in his mouth.

- Giyuu would savour it, he just loves the fact that you care for him this way, making sure he always gets to eat at least one of your sweets!!

- Although sometimes, he thinks you're tiring yourself out. He appreciates that you always bring him treats, but he thinks that it's exhausting, and he doesn't want you to force yourself to bake several sweets just for him!!

- Overall, Giyuu appreciates the gesture. Even if he rarely says anything about it, he tries to praise your skills.

★-★-★-★

Finally, Giyuu came back home. He went on a mission, although it was only one day. He managed to finish quickly, faster than usual. But you weren't complaining! You loved it when he came back home early. You had baked some treats, even if you weren't expecting him. You made quite a lot of them, so it's pretty much perfect timing! They were freshly made, and you couldn't wait to give Giyuu the tasty sweets you've prepared!

The moment he was inside the house, you flung across the room and into his arms. Giyuu gave a small smile at your excitement, a rare gesture that you cherished so much. You grabbed his hand and forced him to sit down and wait.

"I'm glad you're here! I just finished baking... They're freshly made!" You spoke, eager as you placed a small tray of sweets in front of him.

Giyuu raised his brows, but smiled nonetheless.

"Thank you... These are my favourite ones. I love it when you make them." He spoke, voice barely above a whisper. You nodded, pushing the tray closer to him.

"No problem! Eat them!" You smiled at him as he picked up one of the treats, placing it into his mouth. He savoured every single bite of the delicious treat. The way it would melt in his mouth... It was so sweet, it was perfect.

He smiled gently, looking at you with love in his eyes. You could melt right there, right in that spot. You loved how he would look at you so dearly... Moments like these were the ones you loved most. You barely saw Tomioka crack a smile, but when you did, you made sure that the image would print right into your mind.

★-★-★-★

★SANEMI

- He loved it.

- Sanemi found it so special, wich is why he would always get excited whenever you baked for him.

- Although sometimes, being the jerk he is, he would disapprove of your treats. He would deny liking it, calling it bland. But in fact, he found them delicious, though he'd NEVER admit that. Not to you, not to anyone.

- The fact that he would say it's not good at all, then proceed to eat all of them would amuse and assure you.

- You knew he was lying, that was probably one of the reasons why you kept baking for him!!

- But sometimes, he would show his appreciation. Not enough, but he would. He'd mutter a "thank you" and maybe add in a "it's good", but nothing more than that.

- He loves you, but he doesn't wanna seem like a coward in front of you and start praising the tasty sweets you would prepare just and just for him!!

- One time, after Sanemi went a little overboard with his insults and called your treats disgusting, saying that he despises eating them, you went on a treat ban.

- You refused to bake anything for him, and Sanemi REGRETED his life decisions.

- He instantly dropped his mean demeanor, eyes widening. He felt disappointed... But not in you, in himself.

- After a few days of not getting the taste of your special sweets, he decided to apologize. That was the first time in your life where you saw Sanemi apologize.

- You laughed at him, wich got him embarrassed. You accepted his apology, gifting him a few treats.

★-★-★-★

Sanemi was getting ready to leave for a mission. He wasn't exactly sure how much it would last, but he thought that it could have him gone for a week or so.

Before he could step out of the house, you popped up in front of him. It was so weird how he couldn't feel your presence or hear you walking behind him...

He raised a brow, looking at you in confusion. You smiled at him, giving him a basket, wich he guessed was full of treats you've made for his mission.

"No way, I'm not taking this with me." He replied to your gesture as you pushed the basket up in his face, your eyes narrowing.

"Why not?!" You asked, shaking the basket as it made a sound, indicating the fullness of fresh sweets.

It was tempting... He could smell them, the fresh, tasty smell. He could even taste them! He felt his mouth water, thinking about it in hesitation.

"Because I don't wanna carry that around with me! Not only is it embarrassing, but what if a demon attacks me and I have that stupid basket in my hands?!" He shouted, not in a rude way.

"Embarrassing? Okay, I get it. Well then, I'll just eat these myself. Have fun on your stupid, tiring mission!" You smiled at him as you finished your small speech, about to walk past him.

He expected you to put up a fight, to keep pressuring him to take it, but you didn't.

"Wait, no- I-..." He stuttered, grabbing your shoulder to stop you. "Fine, I'll take your stupid treats." He admited defeat, taking the basket from your hands.

"That's what I thought." You took one of the sweets from the basket, holding it up to Sanemi's lips. He opened his mouth, wanting to tell you that he WILL NOT do that, but before he could, you forced the treat into his mouth.

He glared at you, but still ate it. He had to admit, it was delicious. The taste of it lingered in his mouth.

He loved you.

★-★-★-★

★IGURO OBANAI

- When I tell you he found this special, I really mean it.

- Obanai loved the fact that you baked for him. He loved the fact that you tried your best for him.

- Before he would go on a mission, you'd always be there, feeding him yourself. He feels so cared for, so loved...

- After successful missions, you would make his favourite treats. He would savour every bite, praising your skills.

- Unlike Sanemi, he would always show how grateful he is. Obanai would make his appreciation very clear, wich might seem pretty surprising due to his usual personality when he's with others.

- You know what he would die to do? Bake with you. He doesn't know anything whatsoever, has pretty much no skills in baking, but he wants to try.

- He wants you to teach him.

- Whenever he's not on a mission and has a day off, he will be baking with you. He's actually invested, and wants to learn how to make your favourite sweets!!

- Before being in a relationship, you used to gift him treat baskets. He adored the gesture, and when I tell you he was crushing on you...

★-★-★-★

You were walking back inside the house, having come back from a small town. There were preparations for a festival, but it seemed pretty boring for now. You wanted to invite Obanai so you two could go togheter tomorrow night when the festival starts.

You entered the house, no sight of Obanai. Although you noticed Kaburamaru slithering around, so you figured that he's home for sure, and didn't leave anywhere.

You walked into the kitchen... And there he was. Obanai was covered in flour, some ingredients scattered around. He looked confused and frustrated at the same time, pacing around. He was so focused he didn't even notice you make your way next to him.

"Obanai?" He jumped at the sound of your voice calling out his name. He turned to you, not saying anything, just looking around.

"What are you doing?" You asked, raising one of your eyebrows as you stared at him.

"I thought you were supposed to be gone for another hour or so..." He mumbled quietly, finally looking into your eyes, a blush creeping on his cheeks, wich you couldn't see due to his mask.

"It got pretty boring, I left early. There's nothing to do there, there's barely any people and they're just making preparations for tomorrow night." You informed, holding your pointer finger up as to emphasize your words.

Obanai nodded, bummed out a bit. "I tried..." His brows furrowed togheter, glancing away. You loved his soft spot, the moments when he was an actual softie.

"Tried what? Making a mess? Because you sure managed." You joked, looking around the messy room, noticing something that caught your eye...

He... He was making your favourite sweets!!

"You-" He looked at you as you cut off your sentence, your lips forming a smile. He hoped you wouldn't be genuinely disappointed or upset, but the smile reassured him that you were actually happy.

"You tried making my favourite treat? Obanai, that's so sweet!" You put your hands up to your own cheeks, resting them there as you felt your cheeks heat up.

"Yes, but I-..." He hesitated. He couldn't find the right words. 'Messed up'? No... 'Couldn't do it'? Maybe...

"What matters is that you tried! You wanted to do this, didn't you? That's the sweetest thing ever!" You exclaimed, grabbing onto his arm.

"Here, I'll help you. But first, let's clean this mess." You spoke, smiling at him. He nodded, a small smile forming on his lips as well, unfortunately covered by his mask.

★-★-★-★

m.list

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[yoyomomiko]

Friends with a secret

CHAPTER 4 - (💖)

Craig Tucker x F!reader

Summary: When you and your mother move into South Park, you expect everything to be horrible. Luckily, you find comfort in your new friend group. Despite their warnings about Craig Tucker and his gang, you still managed to befriend the boy. But, there's something more to it, and you're not sure how much longer you can keep it as a secret, or how much longer you can keep it away from your friend, Craig.

(A/N): I finally finished writing this chapter it took sooo long ^⁠_⁠^ For some reason the end is rushed, and this chapter is actually very cringe (⁠๑⁠•⁠﹏⁠•⁠) + English isn't my first language!!

WORDS: 2.5k+

< CHAPTER 3 — CHAPTER 5 > (uncompleted)

To your horror, Kyle found out you were talking with Craig. You had to expect it, I mean he's your neighbor, and the fact that you walked home with Craig didn't help at all. Cartman was glad, saying things about how he can't wait to throw you out the friend group, to wich the rest dismissed instantly.

"I told you guys, chicks just aren't fit for us." Cartman spoke again, putting his hands up in defense. Stan groaned at his stupid words, shaking his head in disapproval. They all wanted to keep you away from Craig, they were sure he was a bad influence on you. "That's pretty gay." Kenny's words were muffled as he sighed at him as well.

While they were all bickering, Kyle couldn't find out why you were hanging out with him out of all people. Sure, he couldn't control who you liked or who you befriended, and he certainly didn't want to do that, but why him out of all the other kids? Craig hated them, and usually tried humiliating them, that's one of the main reasons Stan, Kenny, Kyle and Cartman had the same feelings for the 'annoying' boy. Kyle surely had to talk to you, he just had to wait for you to sit down at their table again.

You showed up, the grip on your tray tightening as you saw their disappointed faces. You raised a brow as you slowly sat down, examining them one by one. Except Cartman, you'd probably vomit if you looked at him for too long. You weren't sure why they looked at you that way. Your hand quickly came up to your mouth, wiping the corners, thinking that maybe you had something on your face. But that wasn't the problem at all.

"So, Y/N, it has come to our observation that you're talking with Craig?" Stan inquired, his fingers interwining together as he held his elbows up on the table, acting like a boss hiring his employee. You couldn't lie, not to them, so you came clean and told the truth about yesterday.

"Well maybe it's because some jerks decided to leave me all alone and walk home without me. So then Craig just simply came up to me, since apparently we live in the same direction." You argued honestly, crossing your arms over your chest, a little upset. Stan's brows raised and he glanced towards Kyle, who was already looking at him.

"Oh, yeah. We forgot about that..." Stan spoke up, voice barely above a whisper. Kyle nodded, gazing towards you, his lips forming a thin line. "Yeah, uh, we were rushing home, we wanted to just get done with our homework, and play some games..." Kyle answered, looking to the side to avoid eye contact. Stan nodded quickly. "You took too long- OW dude what the heck dude?" Stan added, but was cut off by Kyle stomping on his foot under the table, all the while the ginger boy was forcing a smile.

"Listen, I don't get what's so bad about him." You gained their attention back. You leaned on the table, cheek on one of your palms. "He's nice, nothing like how you guys described him." You continued, thinking back to yesterday with a small smile you didn't even know you had. Cartman scoffed at that, rolling his eyes.

"He's been trying to embarrass us for God knows how long!" Stan spoke up, very confused and a little frustrated you didn't agree with them. "Yeah, told you guys, we shouldn't waste our time on her." Cartman tried to reason with them, but Kenny quickly nudged his shoulder to shut up, wich Cartman clearly didn't appreciate.

You didn't want to hear all of their stupid bickering, so you sighed and stood up, picking up your tray and leaving off to Bebe's and Wendy's lunch table. You decided it would be better to spend more time with girls, since the boys clearly weren't a better option. Atleast not Stan and the rest.

You sat down with them, eating and talking. While you were talking, you would often turn your gaze towards Craig's table, only for a split second so nobody would notice. Except one of them did, and it was Craig himself. The moment you turned around to look towards him, you were met with his own eyes, staring back at you. Your lips slowly parted in shock, raising your brows, a little embarrassed at being caught staring at him. Craig looked at you, up and down, before flipping you off and continuing to talk with his own friends.

"Hello, Earth to Y/N?" Bebe waved her hand in front of your face, snapping you away from your daze. You shook your head quickly, turning back to them, dropping the smile you didn't even know you held. You glanced towards Bebe.

"Yeah, sorry, I was just thinking." You defended yourself, shaking your head softly again. You continued eating, meanwhile Wendy smirked, eyeing you up and down, before going back to talking and eating as well. You felt a little embarrassed, but that quickly passed by.

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You were over at Kyle's house, along with Stan. The three of you quickly finished your homework, and then jumped straight to video games. You were glad you had people to kill the time with, since your mother wasn't home most of the time. It seemed that they forgot all about Craig, or maybe they just chose to ignore it so they don't make you upset.

Some time around 6 PM, you went back home and so did Stan. You entered your house, taking off your jacket and throwing it on the couch. You plopped down on the kitchen chair. You were glad Kyle's mom made dinner, and suggested you and Stan sat down to eat with them because she accidentally made extra dinner. Your mom wasn't home yet, it'll probably be another hour until she comes back, so you didn't really have much to do. Your bedtime was in about four to five hours, so what else could you do?

Your friends... They didn't call you. They promised, but they never did. Not even once, and it's already been past a whole week. Maybe they forgot to do so, or they were busy. Or maybe they forgot about you. If they didn't call you, you could surely call them, couldn't you? Yes, that's it, that's what you had to do! Hopefully they'll answer. I mean, they surely will, won't they?

You rushed to the phone that was in the living room, dialing your bestest friend's number. You waited impatiently, the phone ringing in your ear. After a few seconds, it cut to voicemail. You pursed your lips, head tilting down as you narrowed your eyes. Maybe she was busy... You pondered about leaving a voicemail, but you decided not to. You went to the next friend, and the next, and then the next... All to no avail. None of them responded. They couldn't all be busy, could they? Did they not want to see you again? Were they glad that you left?

It's been about half an hour of you trying to contact all of your friends, but none of them answered. Not even one. Maybe it was late, wasn't it? But it was only 6 PM! Maybe they did hate you, didn't they? You had to guess, if you were honest, they never really liked you, did they? They didn't invite you to their stupid sleepovers, trying to find excuses about how there's too many girls, or how their parents don't allow them. They always tried pushing you away, didn't they? You had it coming. You ignored all of that, stupidly believing them, trying to reassure yourself that they did in fact care. But you knew they didn't. You knew they didn't care at all.

Just then, you heard a knock on your door, making you flinch at the three consecutive knocks. You whipped your head around, looking towards the front door. Was it Kyle? Maybe you forgot something back at his place. Or was it your mother? Maybe you accidentally locked the door. You walked towards the door, slowly turning the doorknob. It wasn't locked. Then it must've been Kyle. You opened it wider, only to be met with that familiar face.

"Craig?" Your eyes shot wide, definetly not expecting him to show up at your door. You raised a brow once you made sure it was all real, looking at him, a little skeptical about all this. Craig looked unbothered, his eyes scanning the furniture behind you, before turning his gaze back to you.

"Hey." He simply said, shrugging his shoulders. "What are you doing here?" You asked, visibly confused. "Did you do your homework?" He questioned, and you were wondering why he even asked that. "Yeah, I did it with Kyle and Stan." You shrug your shoulders. It was so weird! Why did he just come here if all he wanted to do was ask if you did your homework!

He narrowed his eyes a bit at the mention of the names. "Oh, right, your friends." He closed his eyes for a second, before staring at you again. "Then that means I can copy your homework, right?" He requested, to wich you raised your eyebrows. "That's why you came all the way over here? To ask me that? Couldn't you do it at school?" You squinted your eyes at him, wich earned a groan from his lips.

"Just say no if you don't wanna help me out." He spoke up, and you nodded. "I never said I didn't want to." You glanced away. Gosh, this was awkward...

"Come in, my mom's gonna be here in about half an hour." You informed him, all while he walked in. This was so weird, embarrassing even. Craig Tucker was in your house. He just came there to copy your homework? Couldn't he go with that guy, what was his name, Clyde? He just chose you out of all people? You didn't mind having him over, and surely your mother wouldn't either, but you had to admit that it was pretty weird. Were you dreaming? No, no way. This wasn't a dream. Why did he even come this late?

"So are you just gonna stand there or what?" Craig snapped you back to reality and away from your thoughts. You quickly nodded and rushed to get your homework, setting it on the kitchen table and motioning for him to come take a seat, wich he did. He pulled out his notebook and started copying what you've written down, completely ignoring you. Was he using you?

"Why did you come here?" You asked, earning a sigh from him. "I thought maybe we could do our homework together, but you did it with the twinks." You were even more confused now. "Why do you wanna do it with me?" You asked, leaning closer to him. Craig leaned back in his seat, eyes narrowing. "Because I thought we were friends?" He replied hesitantly, glancing to the side.

Your eyes shot wide, but quickly snapped back to reality. "You... Really wanna be my friend?" You asked, not expecting him to actually just offer himself like that. He nodded with a raised brow. "Aren't we already friends?" He questioned, the same monotone voice. "We are?"

He closed his eyes, head leaning back as he groaned before chuckling. The sound was adorable, you had to admit. "Well now we are." He replied, looking at you. You nodded, the corners of your lips tugging upwards.

"That had to be the awkwardest moment of my entire life." You admited, mumbling, softly placing your head over your arms, wich were resting on the kitchen table. Craig nodded, continuing to write and copy off your homework, changing some stuff here and there. "Trust me, I've had worse." He muttered, focused more on writing.

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Craig had left before your mother came home, and he rushed back to his own house. You just stayed up watching TV until 10 PM, when your mother told you that you should get ready for bed.

That's all you remember from yesterday.

Right now you were over at Stan's house. School had already passed, and the guys asked you to hang out, wich you quickly agreed to. You had done your homework along with Craig earlier, and luckily you weren't given much work to do, since some of your teachers felt bad to do so in the very first week of school. Surprisingly, Craig was smart. He ended up helping you a lot more than you did yesterday.

Enough about Craig... You were thinking about him too much.

The five of you were playing some stupid board game in wich you were clearly losing. You didn't pay much attention to it, it didn't enlighten you, you only agreed to playing with them because Stan practically begged you to.

"I win!" Kenny's muffled voice made you turn to him. Stan scoffed, shaking his head. "No way dude, you cheated!" He quickly pointed out, to wich Kenny crossed his arms. "Not my fault you don't know how to play." Kenny spoke, wich of course, came out in more muffles. You had a hard time understanding what he said at first, but now it's way easier. "Okay guys, calm down." Kyle tried removing the humorous "tension" between the two. "Shut the fuck up Kahl Kenny cheated and he knows it." Cartman spoke up, his voice ringing in your ears, more like scratching your brain.

"Listen, why's Craig so bad?" You suddenly asked, all eyes on you. "Because, dipshit." Cartman rolled his eyes at you. "He's always trying to humiliate us." Stan replied, his brows narrowing. "And that's that?" You asked, raising a brow. "I've never seen him even try! That's just... Stupid!" You continued, glancing at the board and making up gestures with your hands. "You just didn't see him do it yet, but trust me-" "He's nice! Never did I see him- I don't know..." You trailed off, not wanting to argue. Kyle nodded his head. "Yeah, Y/N's right..." He started, earning a dramatic gasp from Cartman. "He hasn't done anything to us by now, so why can't we just... Forget the past?" Kyle continued, glancing towards you.

"You're even crazier Kahl, what the FUCK is wrong with you? I'm telling you, Y/N is a bad influence on you-" Cartman responded to Kyle, eyes wide. "No, I'm being for real!" Kyle continued. "What's so bad about... Apologizing for all the shit we've put him through in the past? Maybe he'll also apologize-" "No way dude!" Stan cut him off. Kenny was just watching, staring in shock.

"Come on, just a chance!" You begged, holding your hands together, interwined. Stan contemplated, thinking for a few seconds. "Fine..." He finally gave in, to wich Kenny finally nodded and gave a thumbs up. Cartman wasn't too happy about it, he didn't like apologizing. He probably won't, but it's not like you care about what he does.

Finally, you could hang out with all of them without rivalry in between.

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[yoyomomiko]

Bebe Steven’s with a tall fem reader (headcanons)

Let’s just say reader is the same age and grade as the characters but she has a massive growth spurt at age 6!

Taller than you...

Pairings: Bebe x F!reader

Summary: The request >⁠.⁠<

Warnings: None!! ^⁠_⁠^

(A/N): So I just noticed this laying around in my drafts😀 I'M SO SORRY I JUST NOTICED IT AND I CONTINUED IT😭 This was made in like May or something it's been months I'm soooo sorry I feel so bad now😭 -> m.list

- First off, before your growth spurt, you were the SHORTEST, and pretty much everybody used to pick on you. But Bebe came to the rescue and shut them off >:)

- Summer started, and you finally turned six.

- You did NOT expect to just grow like that, you were growing all summer, and you reached a tall height, way above average for a six year old...

- You weren't complaining, that meant nobody would pick on you anymore!! You felt cooler like that.

- Once you went back to school, EVERYONE who used to pick on you just stood there in shock. You were now taller than them? No more "short stuff"? No more "I could accidentally step on you"?

- You stood at a tall height, wich intimidated some. Actually, some kids even apologized for what they've done before, afraid that they'd get their ass run over.

- Bebe was SHOCKED.

- "Since when?" "How did you do it?" "How does that even work?"

- She bombarded you with questions. I guess that's just kinda what happens when nobody sees you for the whole summer break, and then you come back to school on the first day, looking like a street pole to the rest of the kids.

- To any adult, they'd just brush it off, but to the rest?? NO WAY.

- Cartman still picked on you though, now teasing with "How's the weather up there?" and all that annoying stuff.

- Bebe still came to your rescue >:)

- She loved loved LOVED the way you were taller, the hugs just hit different.

- Hugging you was the best part of the whole day to her.

- She loved it when she'd struggle to get something that was placed a little too high for her, and then you came and helped her reach it.

- Bebe kinda likes it way more that way, although she could care less about your height or appearance. She loved you, and to her, that's what matters.

- But still, the height was a nice bonus!!

- Would sometimes PRETEND she can't reach stuff on the top shelf, when all she had to do was get on her tip toes. She just wanted you to help her (⁠ ⁠╹⁠▽⁠╹⁠ ⁠)

- But then Wendy would sigh, reach the top shelf for her and give her the item, to wich Bebe quickly put back up on the top shelf, narrowing her eyes at her.

- "WENDY, go away!" She would shoo the poor girl away as she'd just chuckle at Bebe's desperation to get your attention again.

- Wendy shipped you two the most, she thought you two were adorable.

★★★

Bebe was 'trying her best' to reach the glue from the top shelf. The classroom was pretty much empty except for Wendy, you, her and Stan. She was 'struggling', pretending that the glue was just out of reach. She kept turning her head around, trying to catch a glimpse of you to see if you were coming to help her. Fortunately for her, you walked up to her and offered your help. She tried to hide her smirk, and just nodded at you.

You easily reached and gave her the glue, to wich she smiled and batted her eyelashes at you. "Thanks, [nickname]." She gave you a quick peck on the cheek, as a gesture of gratitude and appreciation for helping her. You blushed, only nodding in response. "What would I do without you?" She batted her eyelashes up at you again, tilting her head up, overdramatizing the whole situation. It was straight out of a 2000's rom-com. You didn't complain, you thought she was cute when she joked like that.

Wendy chuckled at Bebe, glancing back and forth from the two of you. Stan just had his face burried into his arms, wich were resting on his desk. He groaned into them, trying to avoid looking at the two of you. He's acting like he and Wendy aren't worse...

★yoyomiko ★miko

[yoyomomiko]

Friends with a secret

CHAPTER 1 - (💖)

Craig Tucker x F!reader

Summary: When you and your mother move into South Park, you expect everything to be horrible. Luckily, you find comfort in your new friend group. Despite their warnings about Craig Tucker and his gang, you still managed to befriend the boy. But, there's something more to it, and you're not sure how much longer you can keep it as a secret, or how much longer you can keep it away from your friend, Craig.

(A/N): This is going to be the start of a new series, I hope you'll enjoy reading it!! You must know that English isn't my first language, and this wasn't proofread. I'm sorry for any mistakes!! RUSHED + CRINGE!!

WORDS: 1.4k

CHAPTER 2 >

"You're going to be fine." Your mother spoke, assuring you that this new town called "South Park" was going to be just like any other town. You didn't want to move. You had friends back at your old school, you had a life there, and had a lot of fun and connection with others! Why couldn't you just stay back in your old house, in your old city, at your old school, with your old friends? To answer your questions, because of your mother's job.

It was you and your mother all your life, pretty much. She had "important" business, and you two moved quite frequently. That is, until you moved into your old city, wich you thought was going to be the last time you change places. You were proved wrong, unfortunately. Your mother had found a job close to South Park, although you couldn't move in the same town her job was, due to the prices of an appartment complex being too raised there. Atleast that's what your mother told you, you didn't quite understand much. You were only in fifth grade, after all, your mom won't tell you all of her "grown up problems".

You pulled up into the drive way of your new house. You dreaded getting out of the car, you despised the idea. Yet, you still did.

You hesitantly opened the car door, stepping out, helping your mother get a few boxes that you could fit into your car's trunk. You glanced around your yard and into the street, observing the neighborhood.

You made it inside the house, quickly setting the boxes down on the floor as you looked around. At least it was a decent place...

You rushed upstairs, wanting to see what your room looked like. Your mother has been here a week ago or so, to tidy up the place and unpack some stuff, so that's when she also chose your room. You began to unpack the stuff you had in your old room.

You didn't want this, you left your friends. You barely even got to say a proper goodbye. You left your old house, the house you were comfortable in. Your old neighborhood, the one that surprisingly welcomed you and your mother. You already started to miss your "old life", your heart aching as you wanted it all back.

Oh, forget it!

You're overreacting, nothing's going to go wrong. It's just a stupid, horrible tow where you'll spend the rest of your life at. Or... Maybe a few months, if your mother decides to change jobs again.

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"Come down, sweetie! We're meeting our neighbors!" Your mother called from downstairs.

Great... Just what you wanted...

"Coming!" You shouted back, rushing down the stairs. You approached your mother that was standing by the front door entrance. Oy to see that there was a... Huge ... Red headed woman.

"Hello..." You greeted shyly, hiding a bit behind your mom. The woman smiled at you.

"Oh, what a lovely girl!" The woman cooed at you, wich made you feel like a baby. You didn't exactly appreciate it very much, but you forced a polite smile.

"This is our neighbor, and she has a son your age. I hope you two will get along..." Your mother informed, as all you did was nod.

If you were being honest, you didn't really wanna meet anybody right now. You wanted alone time, time for yourself.

"Can I go back to my room?" You whispered to your mother. She sighed, leaning on the doorframe, before glancing to the red headed woman, then back at you.

"Fine." She gave you the go-ahead, as you immediately bolted out of there, up the stairs and into your new room. All you had to do was get used to this, to all of this. Atleast for a few months, before you move again...

You closed the door, leaning your back flush against it. What is there to do now? You looked at the small alarm clock on your nightstand, reading it. It was 7:41 PM. There was a lot of time left before your bedtime... Approximately three hours, but it's still a long time when you get bored and don't do anything!

Your mother probably won't allow you to use the computer this late, since she knew that tomorrow you'll sit your ass at the desk and play your video games all day while she left for work.

School was starting in a week... It was currently Sunday, wich meant you won't get to see your mother that much for the whole week. Wich means more alone time. Wich means you'll have absolutely nothing to do...

You changed into your pjs and decided you'll just walk around your room, try and admire or observe new spots. Yes, it was indeed boring, but what else could you do?

Some time later, after pacing around your room for God knows how long, your mother knocked on the door, before slowly twisting the doorknob. Why did she even knock if she's going to enter either way?

"Y/N, sweetie?" She opened the door, looking at you as you paced around.

"Tomorrow you'll hang out with the neighbor's son, understand?" She spoke, her tone wasn't really demanding, but it had a hint of it sprinkled somewhere in there.

"I don't even know him! I don't wanna meet him-"

"Enough, Y/N." She silenced you. "You'll play with him, understood?"

"Yes, mom..." You admited defeat as she nodded to herself, crossing her arms and leaning against the doorframe.

"So... How do you feel?" She asked, rasing a brow. She probably felt guilty for having to force you to hang out with a stranger.

"I'm not sure." You spoke honestly, looking anywhere but at her. "Fine, I guess..." You lied, looking down at your feet, refusing to look up.

"Alright... Just, try to make yourself comfortable. Make friends, please." She said as she walked away, closing the door behind her.

You let out a sigh, lips forming a thin line as you looked at the now closed door. You threw yourself on the bed, looking around the room, then at the ceiling. It wouldn't hurt to sleep early, would it?

You glanced towards the alarm clock again. 7:54 PM. It's like it's not even moving! It's like the time froze! You swore at least half an hour went past, but you were wrong!

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Your mother made sure to drop you off at your neighbor's house, since she thought that you'd just stay on your computer all day. It was better to make sure you were going to show up and not 'embarrass' your mom.

You were met face to face to a random kid with a green hat. It felt pretty awkward, but he spoke up to remove the tension.

"Uh- My name's Kyle..." He introduced himself, nodding and extending a hand.

"I'm Y/N." You replied simply, taking his hand in your, before the both of you pulled away.

"So uh, you like video games?" He asked, glancing away to the side, avoiding eye contact.

"Yeah! I love them!" You responded, a big grin plastered on your face. Kyle smiled back at you, and before you knew it, you were both playing with each other.

You had finished playing video games long ago, as he started talking about his adventures in South Park and all of his friends. You wished that in your time here, you'd get to do at least a little of what he's managed to.

"You're actually pretty cool." You admited, liking the idea of making a new friend here. Pretty much your first one.

Kyle had a faint pink tint adorned on his cheeks, yet he only smiled and nodded. "Thanks, you're kinda cool too." He responded, scared to embarrass himself.

"Will you go to school here?" He then asked all of the sudden. You sighed, nodding your head and looking away from him. "Yeah..." Was all that left your lips. He payed more attention to you now, the corners of his lips tugging upwards.

"That's good, isn't it?" He spoke up, "We get to see each other at school next week! I'll introduce you to my friends." He offered, and you couldn't help but smile at him.

"Yeah, you're right..." You muttered, although still smiling. Your gaze went back to him.

Maybe it won't be so bad here. Maybe you really were just overreacting...

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SOUTH PARK - SERIES MASTERLIST

★CRAIG TUCKER

Friends with a secret - (💖)

CHAPTERS - [1] • [2] • [3] • [4] ...

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- Idk wich one to do😢

- Should I finish "Friends with a secret" (wich might be over 10 chapters) or start writing another shorter series in the middle of it?

"Friends with a secret" series here!!

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Friends with a secret

CHAPTER 3 - (💖)

Craig Tucker x F!reader

Summary: When you and your mother move into South Park, you expect everything to be horrible. Luckily, you find comfort in your new friend group. Despite their warnings about Craig Tucker and his gang, you still managed to befriend the boy. But, there's something more to it, and you're not sure how much longer you can keep it as a secret, or how much longer you can keep it away from your friend, Craig.

(A/N): I finally got to chapter 3!! I should warn you that English isn't my first language, so I apologize for any upcoming mistakes!! I hope you enjoy this I took sooo long to write it and I rushed it so bad! CRINGE!

WORDS: 1.9k

< CHAPTER 2 — CHAPTER 4 >

The week flew by fast with all of the adventures you and your new friends have gone onto. It was already Monday, the day you dreaded the most. The start of the school year, and your very first day of school in South Park.

You woke up to the sound of your alarm clock going off, wich you quickly shut down. You had mentally prepared yourself for school the day before, although you're not sure it's enough.

You went downstairs, still in your pjs. Your mother was gone, but luckily there was some breakfast and a note saying "I left for work, eat well and have fun at school - ♡"

You were grateful that she at least cooled for you. After you were done eating, you rushed to the bathroom, brushed your teeth and pretty much just got ready for the day.

You quickly grabbed your backpack and bolted out the door, the snow crumpling beneath your boots. You admired the way ice covered the streets, enjoying the cold air hitting your exposed skin.

You made it to the bus stop, noticing Stan, Kyle, Cartman and Kenny already there. You were glad you made friends, at least the first day of school could be easier for you. You went up to them, waving and starting to chat with them.

Soon enough, the bus arrived, and you all got in. Stan completely left you guys and sat besides a girl with long black hair, while Kyle and Kenny sat next to each other, wich meant you were stuck with sitting next to Cartman. What a great way to start the day...

"Move bitch." Cartman pushed past you, sitting next to the window. You scoffed, but decided it was best not to say anything. You sat down in your seat as the bus drove off to your new school. The bus was crazy, kids yelling, throwing stuff and even themselves. If the ride was this crazy, then how crazy would the school be?

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You arrived, already in your class, led by Stan and the rest, standing close to Kyle's desk. You didn't encounter any bullies, or anything bad for now, wich you figured was great. You wanted to make more friends, although you didn't know how to approach them. You didn't want to make a fool of yourself on the first day of school!

Just then, a blonde haired girl came up to you, a wide smile glued to her lips. She looked nice, confident too.

"Hey, you're new in town, right?" She asked you, to wich you nodded. "Yeah, moved here about a week ago..." You replied, shrugging. You already felt awkward, wanting the ground to open up and swallow you whole...

"My name's Bebe, what about you?" The girl, Bebe, asked, raising a brow. "I'm Y/N... Wanna, uh, be friends?" You introduced yourself then offered the request, giving a nervous smile.

"Sure! That's why I came up to you." Bebe held a reassuring smile, patting your shoulder. You let out a breath you didn't even know you were holding, loosening up from your stiff and tense posture. Maybe you shouldn't be embarassed, it's no big deal, the kids here seem pretty nice for now. Except Cartman, and maybe Craig.

Speak of the devil, there he was. He walked into class lazily, his eyes uninterested and bored. You noticed his blue chullo hat, again. It stood out, you had to admit. For some reason... Even after Stan's words and the first encounter with Craig, you didn't feel like he was a bad person. Maybe that was just a terrible first impression. Maybe he wasn't too bad either, but who knows?

Just then, the teacher walked inside the classroom, everyone going to their assigned seats, meanwhile you just stood in the middle of the class. The teacher, Mr Garrison, introduced you as a new student, and then made you sit in the only empty chair left, wich was next to Craig's desk.

You sat down silently, all while looking towards Craig, who seemed uninterested, ignoring your presence. You focused on the teacher, listening to the lesson. You rested your cheek on your palm, elbow propped up on your new desk. You shot a few glances towards Craig, who just looked like he would fall asleep any moment now. He didn't look rude, he just looked... Unbothered. You could handle that, you didn't mind it one bit. Maybe you could befriend him! But then again... Stan warned you about him.

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After boring lessons wich surprisingly and luckily flew by faster than you thought, lunch started. You got your tray of food and sat down with Kyle, Stan, Kenny and unfortunately Cartman. Sitting down with them was like a whole adventure. Even though you hated the constant bickering from Kyle and Cartman. They were fun, they amused you, made you laugh. You liked them, words wich would've made any other person call you crazy.

Just then, you felt a tap on your shoulder. For some reason, you wished it was Craig. You turned your head around, only to notice a familiar face, Bebe. She was holding her own tray of food, smiling at you. You raised a brow, although still forcing a polite smile.

"Don't you wanna sit with us?" She asked, her head nodding towards the black haired girl that Stan sat with earlier on the bus. You were skeptical, you didn't know what to say. You've made it half way through lunch, and you were almost done with your food. Even so, you still agreed, nodding your head and standing up from your seat, picking up your tray of food.

You sat down at an empty table, with the two other girls. "Oh, by the way, I'm Wendy." The girl, Wendy, introduced herself. You nodded, smiling. "And I guess you know by now, I'm Y/N." Wendy nodded, her hands resting in her lap. Bebe was twirling her hair while eating, looking towards you.

"You're tense." Bebe pointed out. You gulped, eyebrows raising and cheeks heating up. You didn't exactly know what to say, you just felt shy and awkward. Sure, you could talk with Kyle and the rest, but that's only because they didn't have any shame whatsoever! And also because you got to hang out with them for a whole week.

"Yeah, sorry, I guess It's just all new to me, you know?" You tried to speak properly, wich fortunately you managed. "Don't worry, it's alright! How about you get to know us more, so you can loosen up?" Bebe continued, her voice more soft now. You were glad she understood, and also because she wanted to make you feel comfortable with them.

And with that, you spent the rest of the lunch break talking with them, learning new things about them and the whole school. They were also fun, and you were glad you've already made so many friends.

Although, there was another thing... For some reason, you kept glancing around the whole cafeteria, scanning the place, hoping to notice a familiar blue chullo hat. Wich, luckily, you did, seeing him sit at the table with a few other boys. You saw him crack a smile, and you must admit, that made your heart skip a beat. You didn't know why, you just couldn't understand the feeling.

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The school bell rang, indicating the end of the school day. Students rushed in the hallways, trying to escape this hell of a prison. It was so crowded, almost too crowded. You were supposed to walk home with Kyle, Stan and Cartman. You frantically looked around, trying to spot Kyle's green ushanka, but to no avail.

After the hallways cleared up a bit, you realized there was no sign of Kyle. He must've already been outside, hopefully waiting for you so that you wouldn't have to walk home alone, and God forbid, with Cartman.

Your pace quickened, looking down to the floor, lost in your own thoughts. Before you knew it, you bumped into someone, almost falling backwards, but regaining balance. You looked up, only to see the familiar face of Craig.

"I'm sorry, so sorry, I didn't mean to..." You trailed off, muttering apologies, avoiding eye contact. Craig's brows furrowed togheter, eyeing you up and down.

"It's alright." He replied, your gaze fixating on him. His voice was just as bored as he was, monotone. You nodded, clutching your backpack straps.

"Just watch where you're going." He said, placing a hand on your shoulder, then walking away. You didn't realize you were staring, lost in a daze. His touch was warm, and you kinda missed it. You shook the thoughts away, rushing through the hallways and out of the school.

Once you were outside, you stopped to catch your breath, panting. You were feeling yourself heat up from the run. You scanned the area, trying to find one of your friends, but there was no sign of them. They left without you, what jerks...

Just then, you felt the presence of someone stop besides you. You looked next to you, only to see Craig. You thought that he also already left and went home, but apparently not. He looked towards you, and you raised your eyebrow in confusion.

"Who are you walking home with?" He asked, glancing away from you. Why was he even asking? You stared at him, confused, although you still answered. "Alone." You muttered as a reply, looking away.

"Me too." He responded, his gaze back on you. You nodded your head, feeling shy all of the sudden. He mumbled something under his breath, though you couldn't hear. You walked away from him quickly, not being able to handle the embarassment.

You looked back, only to see he was walking in the same direction. Well crap, he must've lived in the same direction as you, then. You cursed yourself in your head, though you kept walking, slowing down while in thought. He caught up to you, walking slower along with you. He wanted to strike up a conversation, but he didn't know how to start.

"When did you move here?" He asked, his tone still sounding uninterested. You glanced towards him. "A week ago." You replied, trying to keep focus. The both of you began talking, the conversation leading from one to another. Surprisingly, you had fun talking to him. You thought he was rude, after hearing Stan's words. He was actually a cool guy!

You didn't realize that you already made it home. You looked towards your house, silencing yourself for a second. You glanced back towards him with a smile.

"I gotta go now. See you tomorrow at school!" You shouted, rushing to your front door. He just stood there, looking at you. You waved towards him, and in response, he flipped you off. You giggled as you shut the door, and Craig finally left.

He wasn't rude, you knew it. That really was just a bad first impression back at the convenience store! You couldn't figure out why Stan was so mad at him, why he trash talked him and made you think that Craig was a horrible person.

You didn't care right now, all that mattered was that you finally got home. You didn't have any homework, since it was just the first day, and you were grateful for that. You didn't even realize you were smiling. The rest of the day was a blur. Somewhere at 7 PM, your mother finally came home, and brought you some fast food for dinner since she didn't have the time to cook.

South Park wasn't so bad after all.

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Friends with a secret

CHAPTER 2 - (💖)

Craig Tucker x F!reader

Summary: When you and your mother move into South Park, you expect everything to be horrible. Luckily, you find comfort in your new friend group. Despite their warnings about Craig Tucker and his gang, you still managed to befriend the boy. But, there's something more to it, and you're not sure how much longer you can keep it as a secret, or how much longer you can keep it away from your friend, Craig.

(A/N): I'm back with chapter 2!! It's pretty dry sorry!! AHH I RUSHED THIS CHAPTER SO MUCH AND IT'S SO BORING AND BAD... You must know that English isn't my first language, and this wasn't proofread. I'm sorry for any mistakes!! RUSHED + CRINGE!!

WORDS: 1.7k

< CHAPTER 1 — CHAPTER 3 >

It was already Tuesday, and your mother has, once again, left for work. She left you some money on the kitchen counter in case you wanna explore some of the shops there. You kept that in mind.

The moment you confirmed you were home alone, you sat at the computer, playing video games, like you usually do. It was only 8 AM, what else could you do? You woke up too early, much to your demise. So you figured you could play for a couple of hours.

After a long while of playing, you stood up, legs feeling a little numb from your position on the chair. You ignored the feeling, way too hungry to care. You walked to the kitchen, checking the cupboards only to see that you had absolutely no food there. You sighed, shaking your head with furrowed brows. If only your mother had bought something, to show you that she at least cares enough to get you food. You decided you could take a walk around town, and while you're at it, buy some snacks.

You quickly changed, since you were still in your comfortable pjs. You grabbed a jacket, struggling to put it on while you grabbed the money from the kitchen counter. You were glad that she at least left you enough to get something proper to your liking...

You bolted out the door, not bothering to lock it. You looked at the snow covering the ground, feeling the cold breeze hit your exposed skin. You sighed to yourself, walking away and onto the sidewalk.

Thinking back... How were your old friends doing? Did they care? Did they want you back? Or did they not mind it, did they just move on and forget about you? You narrowed your eyes, lost in thought and looking down to your feet. They promised they'd call you, yet it's been two days already. You haven't heard the phone ring once! Maybe they were busy, and they'd for sure call some time later. They would, wouldn't they?

Your pace quickened, looking ahead. After some time walking, you stopped and looked at a random store, deciding you could buy some snacks from there. You entered the store, hearing the jingle of some bells attached just above the door. You looked around, taking in the surroundings. There wasn't anybody inside, just you and the cashier who seemed to be a grumpy old man. You didn't pay much attention to it.

You walked around the shelves and noticed your favourite chips. You're glad they had them here! You quickly picked one of the bags up, although you were lost in thought. Should you really eat snacks for breakfast? You thought for a while more, and decided you'd just buy the chips and eat them as it is.

You walked around, seeing various snacks, even some of your favourites. Maybe it wasn't so bad here, was it? You could live in here. For a few months, at least...

You heard the jingle of the bells again, turning your head to look at who could've entered the store. You didn't know anyone here, sure, but you could take a look, couldn't you?

It was a boy that seemed around your age. What stood out to you was his blue chullo hat. He looked disinterested, his eyes scanning the area, before he dug his hands into his pockets and walked up to one of the shelves. He looked like a cool guy, maybe he could be your new friend? You wondered if he would like to befriend you. Maybe you and Kyle could both hang out with him.

You were staring for so long, lost in your mind, that you didn't notice he was staring back at you. You snapped back to reality, smiling at him. He looked at you, before flipping you off. All of the sudden, you didn't like him. Not anymore you didn't. He seemed like a jerk. A complete asshole.

The cashier probably thought so too, his eyes on the boy, narrowing at him as he frowned. You're glad you both thought the same...

The old man scanned your bag of chips, you gave him the money, and he gave you the rest. You put the remaining bucks in your pocket, grabbing the bag of chips. You walked outside of the store, still looking at the chullo hat boy. More like glaring at him. He was too focused on buying himself stuff, ignoring the way your eyes burned holes in the back of his head.

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You sat on the couch, eating your chips lazily while looking at the TV. You weren't a big fan of Terrence and Philip, but you were so bored that you forced yourself to watch the show. It probably was somewhere around 11 AM by now, and you had nothing to do. You finished your chips and brushed the remaining crumbs off of you, cleaning your hands on your clothes.

You let out a huff, glaring at the TV. Standing up, you grabbed the remote and shut the TV off, going to the bathroom, quickly washing your hands and sitting at the kitchen table.

You were wondering if the phone was gonna ring, if one of your friends would call. At least that way you could have the time passing quicker.

You thought of reading one of your old comics, so that's what you did. You rushed upstairs, rummaged through the boxes, grabbed a random comic, bolted downstairs, threw yourself on the couch and began reading. Your aunt gifted you the comic for your last birthday. You appreciated her sweet gesture of trying to help, let the time pass by, knowing your mother was too busy.

While you were focused on the images, laughing at a stupid joke, you heard the doorbell ring. Your head shot up, panicking for a second. Your mother shouldn't be home, no, it's too early! It's only 12 PM! Was it an intruder? To confirm your thoughts, you immediately went and looked through the window.

Thank God... It was only Kyle.

You rushed to the door, opening it wide, smiling with excitement.

"Oh, hi Kyle, what's up?" You asked, holding the door wide open. Kyle looked around, then back at you, giving a smile.

"I thought that maybe you can come over?" He shared his thoughts, glancing to the side, his hand brushing against his knuckles, wich were covered by his gloves. "I can introduce you to my friends, if you want!" Kyle offered, trying to convince you.

You nodded eagerly, finally finding a way to kill some time. "Of course! When, now?" You asked, smile faltering for a second. "Yeah, right now, if you can..." Kyle answered, to wich you replied with an excited nod.

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You now knew them all. The fat boy was Cartman, the boy with the orange parka was Kenny, and the normal one was Stan.

"So, you remember the names now?" Kyle asked, to wich you nodded. "This one's Cartman, Stan and Kenny." You listed them in order, pointing to each of them.

"Yeah, you got them right!" Kyle confirmed, smiling at you, before Cartman decided breaking the silence.

"Kahl, I'm not gonna hang out with a chick." He spoke, holding his hands up in defense, glancing at you, then back at Kyle.

"Oh shut up fatass! She's cool, you'll see!" Kyle argued, trying to defend you. Cartman looked pissed, frowning and shaking his hands in front of him.

"AY! I'm not fat, I'm big boned!" That was the only thing he used to protect himself from Kyle's insult. You sighed at the way Cartman was such an idiot... "Screw you guys, I'm going home." He dragged out his words, making finger guns and leaving Kyle's house.

"I'm sorry about him, he's just... Like that." Kyle apologized for his friend's actions, sitting down besides you on his couch.

"Yeah, yeah, it's fine." You replied, smiling at him, your attention on the two other boys now. "So, Y/N, I heard you like video games?" Stan asked, raising a brow.

You immediately nodded, eager to play with all of them. "Yeah, I love them!" Kyle gave a thumbs up, supporting your small talk with his other friend.

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A few hours later, you all started talking about school. Stan and Kyle made sure to warn you about some of the students, but also offering to help you introduce yourself to the others. Meanwhile, Kenny just stood there, approving everything they said with a nod. Stan then started talking about how Mr Garrison was most probably going to be your teacher since most likely you will end up in the same class as them, if you were to take your mother's words as the truth.

Kyle had a weird friend group, but other than Cartman, the rest were nice. They seemed cool, and they even offered help! You also noticed that you all had pretty similar interests, wich was for sure gonna help your friendship. It was nice knowing you finally made friends this quickly.

Stan went on a rant about some kids, focusing on the rude ones, or the ones that are complete jerks. You listened, clearly interested. You didn't want to get your ass kicked on the first day of school and embarrass yourself, so you'd probably have to stick with them for the whole school year. You weren't complaining, they were all awesome, except for Cartman.

"Oh, and by all means, you have to stay away from Craig Tucker." Stan warned, his face turned serious. You could see the intensity in his eyes, as well as what you thought was hatred.

"Who's that?" You asked in confusion, your head tilting to the side. Craig Tucker? That's a name you should keep in mind for now. All you had to do was avoid him.

"All I can tell you is that he's a complete asshole. He's weird, dude!" Stan informed you. He seemed pretty serious about this guy, while Kyle was confirming his words.

"Craig is a boring guy..." Stan thought about more bad words to put in. He wanted to make sure Craig wasn't gonna be anywhere near you. "He gives the middle finger to everybody!" He continued.

Yup, that rings a bell.

Apparently, the chullo hat boy from the store earlier was Craig Tucker.

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MASTERLIST

★Requests: OPEN!

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★Introduction + Requests

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- RAMSHACKLE:

★Stone:

[...]

★Vinnie:

[...]

★Skipp:

[...]

- DEMON SLAYER:

★Muichiro Tokito

First Kiss

"She wasn't supposed to be talking to you."

"Jealous? Me?"

★Inosuke Hashibira

"I'll protect you!"

★Sanemi Shinazugawa

Treats for you!

★Giyuu Tomioka

Treats for you!

★Obanai Iguro

Treats for you!

• Nothing for the rest!!

- HUNTER X HUNTER:

★Gon Freecs:

[...]

★Killua Zoldyck:

[...]

★Kurapika Kurta:

[...]

★Feitan Portor:

[...]

- SOUTH PARK:

★Craig Tucker:

Opposites

★Bebe Stevens:

Piggyback ride

Taller than you...

★Wendy Testaburger:

Matchmaker

• Nothing for the rest!!

- KOMI CAN'T COMMUNICATE:

★Shousuke Komi:

Do that again 18+

- DIARY OF A WIMPY KID:

★Rodrick Heffley:

[...]

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SERIES MASTERLIST

★RAMSHACKLE

★DEMON SLAYER

★HUNTER X HUNTER

★SOUTH PARK

★KOMI CAN'T COMMUNICATE

★DIARY OF A WIMPY KID

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