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Summary: You want to say that it wasn't your fault buuuuuut it kinda was. You didn't think much of it as you casted your joke vote for the "Hottest guy in school" and in hindsight you should never listen to Clyde but it was pretty funny at the time. Craig just wanted a peaceful junior year and you can't blame him for that however waking up the morning after a party, in his bed, being told that you two were dating wasn't exactly your definition of peaceful either.
Notes: I was always too scared of the fandom to post it back in the day but I wrote this before Creek was made canon so let's just say Craig is bi for my sake because I've had a huge crush on him since forever. My S/O pointed out that Craig is just Trafalgar Law but with a guinea pig instead of a polar bear and I haven't been the same since I have a type and it's them.
Bet no one saw this update coming, for quotev users the last update was in 2020 I never stopped the brainrot for this fic but just simply had no time to write but hey my flight got delayed so here we are
The days following Halloween were interesting to say the least. Craig had sincerely done a number on himself. After the adrenaline of getting back together subsided, and the fact that he could only stomach the one slice of toast, he opted to just get it over with. You had rubbed circles on his back in between the dry heaving and vomiting. This wasn't exactly how Craig thought the confessions would go, in fact he didn't think you'd want him back after Stan showed interest in you at all. He was fully ready to accept that none of what you two shared was real and that you moved on. Craig was also still mortified at his embarrassingly extroverted drunk ramblings.
You made the comparison to what Stan said weeks ago about being so flustered he'd vomit causing him to frown and weakly nudge you away from the mess he currently was. Needless to say you both stayed in bed watching Netflix afterwards while Craig rested his eyes for a bit. You made him soup but this time from a can and he proceeded to tease you that you put in more effort when you hated him, fondly remembering your homemade soup.
The both of you were as playful as ever and you wouldn't have it any other way. Honestly, couples that can't take jabs at each other are weird. What's the point if your partner wasn't also your best friend. To be clear you weren't trying to be toxic or throw shade to anyone but it’s been a very eye opening experience. It was hard to come to terms with the notion that your little crush on Stan ultimately meant nothing. Despite your constant pining the year prior, you can't believe you thought you were in love with him. In the end you didn't even know him. You couldn't even hold a conversation with him, not the way you could with Craig. Sure your infatuation with Stan gave you butterflies but with Craig it was like you were standing in the calm of a raging storm. It was beautifully intense and unpredictable yet relaxed and comforting. A whirlwind of feelings that you wouldn't trade for the world and to think it all happened because of a drunken dare. After all they say that drunken words are sober thoughts.
You cursed how smitten you felt. You didn’t realize it ran so deep.
There was a surprising lack of notifications on your phone but you weren't going to question it. After everything was said and done it was nice to have some peace and quiet. The way you both intended it to be from the start. Craig went home later that evening and things had fallen right back into place to how they had been before the break up. Now that you cleared the air, the fact that you want to be at each other's side through the worst left such an impact on your heart. Which was nice and all but you still had a hard time getting a read on Craig's end and where you stand now. Like what part of your pretend relationship changes? Maybe it's just the worry wort in you, who knows. It could be because he’s your first and only boyfriend and now everything was for real. Was what you had before going to be exactly the same moving forward? Or would it be like that other night of constant misunderstandings?
You were just mimicking a mixture of what you've seen on TV and what you've witnessed from watching Bebe and Clyde. Which in your opinion are not the best role models. As much as you hoped your crush on Stan would lead somewhere you were still very much under the impression you'd remain single. Deep down you knew you didn't have a chance. You never really thought about what it means to be romantically involved. You never seriously considered it, being girlfriend and boyfriend. Everything was different now or rather you were different now.
Before, acting like a couple was easy because there was nothing you had to lose. Now that you've felt the heartbreak of not having each other in your lives the stakes felt higher somehow. They say that time apart makes the heart grow fonder and boy did you feel that. You missed the domesticity you both had. Being able to work independently on your own tasks but being either on call or in the same room was oddly comfortable to you. The difference was now you naturally felt more flustered especially when you noticed Craig's gaze on you or when the call fell into comfortable silence. If you were flustered did it still count as comfortable silence though? Whatever the case you were constantly feeling this fire course through your veins to your cheeks and it makes you melt thinking about it. You feel so giddy when Craig wishes you sweet dreams at night and you also feel incredibly silly when you return the sentiment with an audible "muah."
When you went back to school no one was talking about you and Craig at all. It gave you both a pleasant shock. Apparently Stan did some big grand, admittedly drunk, gesture to try to win Wendy back. Whether it worked you don't know and to be completely honest you didn't care at all. The only thing that mattered to you was that the school was finally over you and Craig and you could breathe easy, or so you thought.
Apparently you weren't the only ones who forgot about Cartman's weird stage play and the EGGtastic, EGGcelent, EGGsignment.
The eggceptional parenting skills assignment was pretty easy if you just left your egg somewhere safe for most of it. Not like anyone checked to make sure you had it on you at all times and even if they did, who would snitch. Most people passed with flying colors. Despite you and Stan not communicating at all, Egbert survived and the weeks seemed to breeze by.
Sure there were other school things here and there but until it was crunch time for Cartman's play, everything else pales in comparison. On the bright side he had edited down the several pages of making out down to one kiss and as promised, Clyde became a princess. That's when tensions started to pick back up especially after Stan and Wendy’s questionable break up and the fact that no one really thought the teacher was serious about performing Cartman's play. Before everyone knew what hit them, it was hell week for a one night only performance of "Princess Poison Apple", and you were terrified but not because of stage fright.
Stan, out of courtesy for Craig, had yet to rehearse the kiss. It was already wet tech and Cartman was getting antsy saying the kiss is the make or break part of the show. Craig didn't help either by making prolonged eye contact from the first leg. He was being very distracting and you accidentally dropped some lines leading up to the kiss which you weren't supposed to do but you weren't trying to forget them. You're lucky Stan covered what you forgot as he leaned in. At that moment, just before your lips could touch, the lighting designer yelled "freeze" so they could adjust the colors now that you were in costume. Apparently everything was too pink for Cartman’s liking, something about his color symbolisms being ruined.
You looked over Stan's shoulder to see Craig smirking. He had even pulled up a chair from side stage and was perched on it backwards, arms resting on the backrest while one propped his head up.
Smug bastard.
He's lucky you love him. Honestly you were surprised he felt so confident in your relationship all things considered. You were loyal to him, yes, but you would think with how jealous he was and the way he acted before, it would at least make him wary of the potential resurgence in your old crush. If he had no problem with it, all the better but you wonder what changed.
“Take it back from Stan’s last line.”
You didn’t even realize you were holding your breath until Stan’s hand caressed your cheek. The thought of kissing Stan borderline repulsed you at this point and watching Craig watch you kiss another man filled your stomach with dread. Although Craig’s amusement was cute, you only wished he wasn’t so cocky. It makes you feel things that you simply can not deal with at the moment. Honestly it made you want to wipe that pompous egotistical grin right off of his deliciously handsome face. You grit your teeth trying to not let your frustration show. Instead you kissed Stan and used your upstage hand, hidden from the audience by Stan’s body, to flip off your boyfriend. You made your exit, retreating into the alcove to bash your head against the wall.
Thoughts of lust were filling your head and you did not need to be having them right now but you can’t help it. Ever since the costume parade you’ve had to wipe the drool from your mouth every time you caught a glimpse of your boyfriend in his costume. The dark prince aesthetic fit Craig so well and with the show consuming all of your free time and the fact that you don’t have any scenes alone with him, you were aggravatingly touchstarved. You huffed pulling at the choker around your neck. God the things you want to do to Craig if you were ever given the chance. The thought both excited you and terrified you at the same time. You were allowed to do so now, you were a couple. You can give and receive affections at your leisure.
It made you nervous.
There were no expectations when the relationship was fake but now it was too real and you guys already had a falling out and you don’t think you could handle another one if it came down to it. To some degree you know this is just your brain overthinking to all hell but being anxious was only human and it meant that you really did care deeply about Craig. You finally understand the feeling Stan talked about when he had thrown up around Wendy. The overwhelming excitement has become a lot recently.
You were only pulled out of your thoughts when a foreign hand turned you around and pinned you to the wall. Your eyes widened as Craig towered over you. Fuck he’s so hot. Your heart was pounding in your chest almost painfully as you watched his devilish grin stretch across his face with desire. It makes your knees weak and your eyelids lower their gaze. He’s caught you like a wolf devouring a lamb. Craig hummed in amusement. The moment your lips touched he consumed you, all of you. It made you light headed, it was overwhelming. You could feel his smirk, and the way he touched you to pull you closer, you could hear his laugh under his breath like he knows what he’s doing to you. It’s the idea that he thinks you are putty in his hands, the over confidence that he is the only one who can make you feel like this.
It’s that arrogance that makes you want to knock him down a peg.
The moment you tried to attack him with the same vehemence he pulled away and walked on stage as if nothing happened. As if he didn’t just almost have his way with you in the alcove, during rehearsal no less. You were breathless, trying not to pant too loudly. You gracefully fall to the floor dizzy having your lust played with. Your body still felt the aftershocks of his touch, the skin that was exposed to his touch tingled, the want stirred in your stomach. Luckily you weren’t needed for a while because you were almost dazed watching him.
Mother fucker.
You clutched at your heart trying to slow the speed it was pounding at. He wasn’t even doing anything to you anymore and you were a mess. The fact that he can just walk away from it, as if he can turn the switch on and off irritated you. You want to know that you make him feel just as deranged, just as love drunk. Sighing you finally picked yourself up off the floor. If he wants to play dirty then fine two can play at that game, you hoped. Otherwise you will die of embarrassment trying.
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Rehearsal ended without too much trouble after that and you waited for your opportunity to strike. People always talk about how long it takes girls to get ready but they clearly have never had to wait for guys to dress out of costume. You felt like you’ve been waiting for ages. As Craig and Clyde emerged from the dressing room you rolled your eyes.
“Well it’s about time!”
Craig shrugged “Hey, don’t look at me. I’m not the one in a princess dress.”
Clyde made a noise of distress before trying to defend himself in a very animated tangent about corsets with hooks versus laces but you weren’t listening. Mostly because you also wore the same corset in the show but in a different color but that’s beside the point. You were too busy ogling Craig as they banter back and forth with each other. As the cool night air hit your face you were surprised it was still light out. Lately rehearsals have started later in the day through your evenings but for tech today you showed up in the early morning and are getting out at the same time you usually would come in.
Clyde made his way to his car and you followed Craig to his. Right before he opened the door he quirked an eyebrow at you, unlocking it in the process.
“You doing okay?” His tone of concern only lasted for a moment before he chuckled “You’ve been awfully quiet since midway through the second act.”
He smirked getting into the driver's seat but before he could close the door you awkwardly followed after him. That made him tense. It was far too cramped in the front seat to be anywhere but in his lap and honestly you're more surprised you didn’t accidentally honk the horn on your way in. Somehow you managed to close the door but you were now pinning Craig to the chair. You watched as his pupil dilated. Your plan already seemed to be working its magic. You are going to break him if it’s the last thing you do. You can’t be the only one flustered in this relationship.
“Now who’s the quiet one.” You tease.
Proud of yourself, you lean in to playfully kiss his lips but stop right before they touch. You wanted to leave him wanting, just like what he did to you earlier. Since he was playing aggressive you were going to be inductive. As you pull away Craig’s arms slither around you and restricts you from leaving. His once shocked expression faded into something more suggestive. He released a hefty sigh into your neck and stayed there as you followed suit and melted into his embrace, giving up on leaving him high and dry. Feeling the full weight of each other was comforting, especially since you two haven’t really got to be around each other much at all this week. Craig was probably reaching his social battery's limit and being able to finally be alone with you like this, when he’s vulnerable, was an even better outcome.
You missed this.
A shudder ran down your spine following his touch as he caressed you, pulling you impossibly closer. This is exactly what you wanted, what you needed. You nuzzled into him as much as this position allowed you to. Smiling into his neck you kissed some of the exposed skin and faintly heard him hum. That was enough validation to continue your crusade of kissing and nibbling at his neck. You could feel Craig readjust under you. His hands grabbed at your sides firmly. His breath became deeper as you shifted. That's when you finally noticed something was prodding at you from below. You smirk against his neck, proud of yourself. You were about to pull away to tease him when he quavered.
“Stay.”
Smiling wide you didn’t need to be told twice. You stayed there for what seemed like hours but it could only have been a couple of minutes before there was a knock on Craig’s window. That jolted you both into awareness. You both glared at Kenny who was waving, wiggling his eyebrows. You both turned red as Kenny moved his fingers to fuck his other hand. The door swung open so fast it hit the perverted bastard as you and Craig berated him to leave you too alone.
Getting in the car after that was awkward. You both had been thinking about it for a while now but didn’t know how to actually go about asking for it. Was it too early in your relationship still? Or did it even matter since you had already done it before? As Craig pulled up to your house your heart fluttered, you didn’t want to leave. After what just happened you wanted to stay in his arms. That’s when you got an idea.
“I almost forgot I have something for you so don’t leave yet okay. I’ll be right back!”
You didn’t even wait for him to agree, you left him in the car knowing he would stay.
Craig was left baffled running through different scenarios of why you would get him something. Did he forget your anniversary? No that couldn't be it, he marked his calendar so he wouldn't forget. Did you borrow something of his? No he's sure that wasn’t it either. When you came back out you were holding a duffle bag almost sheepishly walking back to the car. Craig’s heart fluttered as you got back in the passenger seat. He couldn’t help the smile tugging at his lips as you explained.
“It's me, I'm sleeping over.”
You tried to steady your breathing but you couldn't look at Craig. After you went to your room you tossed the only sexy pieces you owned in a bag and marched out with the intention that you were going to get some tonight even if you die of embarrassment.
You nearly jumped out of your seat when Craig’s hand grabbed yours. He held it firmly to his mouth. “I've missed you too.” Looking into his eyes you smiled at each other. You leaned into his arm as he continued to drive with one hand. You don't remember what you were so worried about anymore. With his hand in yours it made you feel complete.
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You took a shower at Craig’s house to get all the grim accumulated in rehearsal off of you. Wearing that many layers under the bright stage lights had you sweating even though you were just standing there half the time. When you walked back into Craig’s room to tell him he could take his shower you noticed how spotless his room was. He must have been cleaning in anticipation. It made you giggle. You were wearing a pair of black short shorts and a blue sweater that Craig had lent you since you gave him back his jacket. It was oversized on you and you could still flop the ends of the sleeves over your hand. You know he likes it when you wear his clothes. What he doesn’t know is that you were wearing something sexy underneath the sweater. You spun around in his chair before you caught sight of something vaguely familiar.
It was that black book again. You haven’t seen it since the morning after you both agreed to the dare. Glancing back to the door you told yourself you really shouldn’t. He could come back at any moment but you really wanted to know. You reached out to look through it and just as you opened it you heard the doorhandle jiggle. You jumped on the bed as if the book had burned you trying to act natural.
Craig tilted his head, raising an eyebrow at you with a soft smile. “What are you doing?”
You clamber off the bed and throw yourself into his arms, snuggling into him, throwing your arms around his neck. “Waiting for you!”
As you pulled back he was smiling at you like you were his world. Sure Craig definitely smiles a lot more when you're around but his face holds so much affection towards you it was unbelievable sometimes. Your features soften as you take all of him in the same way he was looking at you. Like you both were looking deep into each other's souls. He slowly caressed your face and it caught you off guard. It made your breath hitch as you leaned on your tippy toes to close the distance. Your eyes slipped shut, you felt weightless.
Craig hummed into the kiss, soft and sweet just before you pressed your lips together in a deliberate rhythm. God you needed this. You mused his slightly damp hair as you both stumbled to the bed.
You don’t know how long you stayed like that. Kissing on the bed was enthralling. You were enjoying it so much that you decided to change your plan. What was once deep passionate kisses turned into lazy giggly kisses as you both cuddled and pulled up funny memes on your phone. It was just nice to be in each other's presence. Eventually you ran out of memes that you saved and you both were left staring at each other. Your original mission is completely forgotten at this point as you smiled back at Craig who was being ridiculous and pressing feather light kisses everywhere but your lips. Luring him in for one last kiss on the lips you draw him in impossibly closer you let your eyes slip shut as you were lulled to sleep listening to each other's breathing and feeling each other melting into the other’s remaining personal space.
Summary: You moved to south park in the 4th grade. You weren’t expecting what came next. After seven years of friendship you were about to make a move but what happens when Cartman’s OTP gets in the way of what you desire most.
Notes: Overall Kenny x reader but also some Craig x reader, I wrote this over a decade ago but I’m feeling nostolgic, this was written for a friend a long time ago
You were sitting next to Craig the next few mornings and had been avoiding eye contact with Kyle. Clyde got on the bus shortly after and stared you down as he frowned walking past the two of you, again he was happy for Craig he really was but over the past few days he's been missing his best friend. He sat right next to Kenny who questioned his actions “What are you?-” Clyde just shushed him “Kenny I want my best friend back”
Kenny was confused. “Okay? What are you talking about?”
“Oh you're useless.” Clyde threw his hands in the air moving from his seat. He nudged Kyle over and sat down “I want my best friend back you need to help me!”
Kyle just looked at Stan who nodded and leaned in “So what are we going to do they are both being so stubborn.” The redhead added “Tell me about it (Y/N)’s in denial.”
“Well I have this plan, sort of? It's more of an idea.”
Stan shouldered him to continue. “Well spit it out dude.”
Clyde took in a deep breathe. “Tolken's parents are out of town so he's planning on throwing a party.” Kyle raised an eyebrow. That was his big plan? “So? Craig will just ask (Y/N) to go with him, and Kenny will ask Tammy.” Clyde shrugged this is why he wasn't their group's ideas guy. “What if we get them together?”
“How are we going to do that, it's not like we can get them to even look at each other.” Stan rolled his eyes. “What kind of entertainment systems does Tolken have?”
“A better question is what doesn't he have. We could pull a high school musical, (Y/N) likes to sing right?”
Stan scoffed “So we get them to sing a duet and then what, they just magically confess and live happily ever after?” Easier said then done.
Clyde shrunk down in his seat. He can't tell if they were liking his idea or not. “Maybe it's just a thought.”
Kyle pinched the bridge of his nose thinking of the logistics. “How do we even know if they will both go to the party?” Stan chimed in adding.“Yeah Clyde you really didn't think this through.”
Clyde huffed. “I know I just want my best friend back, yesterday I had to eat lunch on the goth kids table; I don't want to eat lunch on the goth kids table.”
Stan looked back at the parties in question. “Look I'm sure we could figure out something okay.”
“Although I'm not sure exactly why Kenny got a girlfriend in the first place if he likes (Y/N).” Kyle knew something was suspicious about his actions. He was going to get to the bottom of it.
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During lunch you and Craig were sitting and the lunch table laughing for some reason or another, when Tolken walked up with Clyde to the table. “So guys I'm having a party tomorrow because my parents are going to be out of town for a few days, and you guys are invited.” Clyde bounced around to sit next to Craig. “Yeah you guys should come.” Clyde smiles wide and looks over to you. His smile was kind of creeping you out. “I'm not really the party type, per-say.” You say looking at Craig who just nodded in agreement.
“Ah come on guys, it's going to be fun.” Clyde tried to push the idea but Craig scoffs at him. “Having fun is not fun when you don't want to have fun.” Craig glanced back at you making sure you was on the same page but you were too busy staring off at Kenny. Even though you has become really close to Craig, it's plain to see you heart is with someone else. Craig looked back at Clyde weighing out his options. “On second thought, I haven't had fun at Tolkens in a while.” You turned back to Craig and raised an eyebrow. Craig put in arm around you and smiled. Clyde was taken aback by this action, why the sudden change of heart? Clyde only hoped Kyle and Stan were having an easier time.
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“Kenny come on, why not?”
On the other side of the cafeteria, Stan and Kyle were also talking to Kenny about the party. Kenny shrugged “Because I only used to go to parties to pick up chicks,or because (Y/N) wanted to, but I have a girlfriend.”
Kyle looked at Stan. “Or you could just take your girlfriend with you.” Kenny’s eyes landed on Craig putting his arm around you, which made him grit his teeth “She's mad at me still but maybe. I'll take her anyways.”
Kyle and Stan looked at each other “Nice well see you there!” Stan grabbed Kyle's hand and dragged him knocking the redhead slightly off balance while they walked over to Clyde. Kenny took out his phone, “I guess we have to make up somehow.”
“Hey, you and me Tolkens? Sound good.” Kenny texted Tammy not caring if she said yes or no. He was going to that party. He couldn't stand seeing Craig's hand on your shoulder.
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“Kyle? Did Kenny seemed kind of off to you?”
Kyle fix his sleeves “Yeah, that was a little weird but I think it's because of that” Kyle pointed to Craig having his arm around you. Stan just nodded to him as Clyde walked up to them. “So how did your side hold up?”
Clyde smirked no problem they're going. “We need to hurry though Craig looks like he might put the moves on (Y/N).” Kyle looked at Craig he had his arms around you, who looked confused. Craig wasn't even paying attention to you, he was looking at Kenny and Kenny glared back at him.
hi! so i just read the karma x reader put in your place, may i ask if the chapter 2 have already been published? 🫶🏻 thank u!
I've been saving this ask just for this occasion!
Happy New Year everyone!!
Karma Akabane x reader
💌 Put in your place: Chapter 2 💌
Summary: Karma has been your academic rival since you started high school so color you surprised when his placement dropped to 13th overall. Lets just say you got cocky and to make things interesting on the final he makes a bet that "whoever places higher can have the other as their personal servant for a week"
I haven't thought about it for years so for the 10th year anniversary I rewatched Assassination Classroom twice and found out that Sub Karma & Dub Karma are not the same so I decided to play around with my favorite little sadist. Honestly the Dub is hysterical for all the wrong reasons but I still enjoyed it. I also recommend Nana to Kaoru for anyone who likes a little taste of S&M as this fic is heavily inspired by it!
You rolled over on your bed. The bag Karma gave you has been sitting on your nightstand for the past 30 minutes taunting you. It had some heft to it but enough give that when you tried to feel the contents it felt like he wrapped something hard in cloth.
What could he possibly have handed you?
You huff, death gripping your pillow. Your heart still has yet to calm down from reevaluating your life choices. Just what did you get yourself into and with Karma of all people? Trying to go to bed was a lost cause so you decided to bite the bullet.
Stretching, your hand grazes the parcel. He told you to open it tomorrow but there was no way for him to know if you followed those instructions and technically it was close enough to midnight you could say it was already tomorrow. It was tempting. Taking in a deep breath you rip it open like a bandaid and immediately throw it across the room. Throwing your face into your pillow you scream a string of profanities feeling your face warm up once again. This couldn’t be real. Only Karma would have the audacity to request this. You paused. Actually, you take that back, you think Okajima would probably do something like this if he ever had the chance. You fluff your pillow before you hesitantly reach for the bag. Why did he have this prepared ahead of time, and how? There was no way for him to know the outcome of the bet. Did he really feel that confident in winning or was this just some sick fantasy of his that he’s had planned for a while. The fact that he would have been carrying this around all day along with the collar and leash just to give to you is already concerning enough.
Speaking of concerning. There was no way right? Sure Karma’s good at math but there was no way he could possibly guess your measurements right? You pull out the articles of clothing, if you could call it that. It was a set of black lace lingerie. You held the bra up to your chest you don’t know whether to be mad or impressed. Wasting no time, you pull your shirt off, you had to know.
Like a glove, it fits perfectly on your form. You twist and wiggle your body looking in the mirror. There were no words to describe this feeling. You lunge for your phone and without thinking call Karma. The phone didn’t even ring, he answered immediately. “Someone’s impatient, and here I thought you were good at following instructions.” He was clearly teasing you.
You glanced at the clock. “It’s midnight dumbass, but that’s not the point! WHY DO YOU KNOW MY MEASUREMENTS!!!” You honestly didn’t know where to start. There were a plethora of questions on your mind that you almost didn't want the answer to.
Karma only laughed at your anguish. “I have my sources -Wait are you wearing it right now?”
You paused as Karma waited with baited breath.
What were you thinking?! You called on impulse and you didn’t actually think this through!
“No?…” you sighed.
You just had to open your big mouth. Your statement wasn’t convincing and the dead air was getting unbearable, weighing out your options you rolled over almost defeated.
“What do you think, asshole? ” He can’t see you but you still felt a sense of embarrassment over the phone.
Karma stayed quiet for a moment longer, thinking god knows what. He was probably envisioning you in the outfit, if you could call it that.
Pervert.
Karma hummed “Did you already take the photos?”
A shiver passed over your body causing you to shake. “Uh, what?” Pictures? What did he mean, pictures? He can’t be serious.
Karma broke out into laughter again. “This is rich! You really can’t follow instructions. Are you telling me that you just saw lingerie and put it on without even reading the card? How scandalous.” He was enjoying this way too much. You swear you could feel him kicking his feet back and forth laying on his stomach.
Smug bastard, you would strangle him if you could.
You grabbed the discarded bag to find the aforementioned “card” he was talking about and realized what was giving the bag the added weight. There was a polaroid camera at the bottom of the parcel. You read the card and swallowed hard as Karma hummed again.
“Someone’s gone awfully quiet all of a sudden, you still there?.”
“Unfortunately.” You answered flatly.
“Good because while I have you on the line I want to hear you take the picture.” When you didn’t say anything immediately he continued to speak. “I only need you to take one but feel free to take as many as you want. To be clear you don’t need to put your face in the photo, it's just proof that you wore it.”
You huff standing in front of your mirror in the corner of the room. “Do you want me to pose or?” you trailed off waiting for a response.
Karma was caught off guard by the question but was only more amused. “Do what you like, I'm not gonna stop you from feeling yourself.”
“Perverted bastard.” You whispered under your breath. It was more to vent your frustration than for Karma to hear and feel insulted. Low and behold he did in fact hear your gripe because he chimed in with, “Hey you were the one who called me soooooo~” he trailed off already having proved his point.
You rolled your eyes grabbing the camera to get this over with. “Yeah and I can hang up whenever I want.” Looking through the view finder you position it to make sure your face isn't in the picture. Flipping off the mirror you take the picture and hope he heard the click through the phone.
Karma hummed again and in a sing-songy tune “But you haven't yet so how's that working for you.” Again he was right but you were conflicted.
You ignore him and look at the photo as it develops. It's odd. You don't like your body at the best of times but if someone were to show you this photo you probably wouldn't even recognize yourself because you found this angle of you attractive. It makes you feel a weird sense of pride that you feel, in this moment, somewhat sexy all things considered. Although Karma being the reason for the feeling makes you want to gag.
“Yeah? Well, photo taken so,” you try to come up with something witty to say. Unfortunately you're all out of snarky remarks and simply hang up on him. You don't even want to know what kind of sick satisfaction he got out of hearing you at a loss for words while in this situation he curated just for you. Honestly you don’t want to think about it anymore, you throw your phone and go to bed without a second thought.
The moment your alarm woke up you felt like death. You swear you need more than five or six hours of sleep but then insist on going to bed past midnight. Rolling over you looked at your phone to check the time and you cursed your past self for hitting snooze so many times as you scrambled to get ready. By the time you speed ran your trek up the mountain you were huffing and puffing earning a smug look from a certain cynical redhead. You shoot him a glare, he even haunted your dreams last night because you fell asleep wearing the-
You freeze, body stilling as you very robotically take your seat. Your hand drifted up to your neck first, feeling for the new accessory you were given yesterday. You didn’t take off the choker yesterday either. Casually you pressed your arms into the sides of your chest to feel the lingerie still right where you left it. An icy cold realization crashes down over you.
Oh you fucked up.
You fell asleep wearing that little ensemble, which means you are still wearing it under your school uniform because you didn't have time to change before you left. You didn’t even think about it.
Karma that bastard.
It was already hard to focus after finals but after that realization you were doomed. What an interesting development you found yourself in. Again no one would know. How would they know? As long as you played it cool until then, when lunch came around you could just go to your locker and change into your emergency spares. After the first few sessions of conditioning you made it a point to always have spare sets of clothes just in case you ever get so uncomfortable and drenched in sweat again. Normally you wouldn't care since no one will see it anyways but you had combat later and would have to dress out in front of the rest of the girls. You swallowed hard thinking about the last time someone wore something vaguely similar.
No one is safe.
As you were dismissed for lunch you tried to slip away as fast as possible but someone grabbed your wrist as you took one step towards the door. “Not so fast! I believe you already have a prior arrangement.”
Goddamnit
You sighed but threw on your best smile “Karma, whatever do you mean?” Please can he just make this fast. You wanted to leave before you drew too much attention to yourself.
“Well I believe you have something for me, my pet~” He smiled at you with his hand out. Karma kept opening and closing his hand like a child waiting for candy.
Great.
You turned to your bag to grab the inconspicuous envelope that he provided you with to put the picture in. You were about to hand it to him to get this over with when he walked away motioning for you to follow him. At this point you didn’t even question him taking you somewhere secluded and part of you was grateful for it. Initially you thought he was going to open it in the classroom and you weren’t even sure how you would refute the allegations that it was you but at least this way if anyone were to see it, it would only be Karma. Although that made you even more nervous. Most of the boys are pretty open with their affinity for the opposite gender to some degree but Karma and yeah Korosensei likes pairing you guys but that's not a good testament to someone's type.
You’re sure at this point you know everyone’s type like the back of your hand but that’s also because you and Rio have been keeping score in order to make predictions for valentines day. Karma has always been the one person who threw you guys through a loop on his ideal type, woman or other. You groaned at yourself for even thinking about it. You don’t like him in that way so why does it matter? Maybe it was just your insecurity that you need someone else's validation on your physical appearance since you are not your physical type to begin with. Or are you afraid of the judgment that will surely follow once Karma’s seen your nearly naked body.
Who knows but the feeling has you on edge as you walk deeper into the forest.
Once Karma felt you both were sufficiently alone he held out his hand once more. Reluctantly you finally hand over the envelope. You thought he would spend no time opening the sealed package but instead he waved it around and even sniffed it before he pulled out a lighter from his blazer pocket. Without even looking at the contents inside he set the photo on fire, holding it as you both watch it burn.
As flames slowly destroyed the evidence your jaw was agape as you questioned his antics. “What was the point of taking the picture if you weren’t even going to look at it!?” While you were relieved that the picture was nothing more than a pile of ash, you were furious. You just don’t understand what his angle is at all. Why go through all this trouble for no payout? Sometimes you really didn’t understand the redhead at all.
Karma only shrugged as he stomped out the pile of ash for good measure. The last thing he wants is to start a forest fire. “Hearing your flustered grumbling over the phone was enough proof that you did it so why bother.” He raised an eyebrow at you “Unless you really wanted to show me, is that why you’ve been so quiet and distracted all day?” He gasped towering over you.
He was so close to you it made you want to wipe that amused grin off of his face but the only thing that you can bring yourself to do is look away as your face gets warmer at the fact he did notice you were flustered earlier. Admittedly his assumption for “why” was misplaced but it’s not like he was a hundred percent off the mark. You hate that he can read you better than most people.
Stupid super genius.
You grit your teeth. If only there was a way to turn this around because you feel like an idiot going through all that anticipation for absolutely nothing. You caught him off guard when you leaned into it yesterday; it couldn't hurt to try again. To be fair you don’t know a lot about sadism but you do know that Karma only really gets tripped up when things don’t end up in the same ball park that he’s calculated as an outcome. Which is why Korosensei is able to fluster him so easily because you can never guess Korosensei's next move. If it means having the last laugh in this stupid dare, why not lean into it? What happens if you just give him what he wants?
“I-It’s not like I’m wearing them now or… anything,” You huffed sarcastically wondering if he’d take the bait if you sounded a little perturbed. Maybe you should have sounded super uninterested instead. Eh, you’re not sure how to act to get any kind of reaction at this point.
The moment you turn your head back to look at Karma his eyes dragged up and down your body. His expression was confusing but it was a face you don’t think he’s ever made at you. He inhaled louder than normal “Are you actually?” His eyes narrowed on your chest as he laughed taking a step back “There’s no way. I don’t buy it.” He folded his arms looking incredulous.
Your eyes widened. He’s looking at you like he’s trying to figure it out for himself almost like he doesn’t know if you would actually do it or not. He really didn’t expect you to wear it did he? You smirked at him.
This is your chance.
You hummed as you loosened your tie and closed distance. “Oh, you don’t buy it?” Keeping your eyes locked on his you undid the first button on your shirt. You watched as his pupils dilated as you pulled on your bra strap just enough for him to see his handy work. When he still didn’t say anything you snickered “Wow, that’s a first no snarky comeback, no witty remark?”
His demeanor faltered for a moment before his signature smirk returned to his face. “I don’t have too. My job here is done.” He reached up to rebutton your collar and fix your tie for you. “This is perfect actually. I couldn’t ask for a better pet!”
You swat at his hand. This was not the reaction you expected. You rolled your eyes as he grabbed your shoulders to usher you back to the classroom. “And why is that?” You questioned. Suddenly he’s too chipper for his own good.
“Because you’ll have to dress out in front of all the girls and with lunch coming to an end you have no time to change into something else before that happens.” He starts laughing “This is even better than I had planned!”
“Shit!” you muttered. He was right, you didn’t have much time left. You tried to make a run for it but he grabbed your wrist. “Not so fast! You’ll have to try a little harder to make it on time~”
“You little shit!” You tried your best to break free and even tried to kick Karma but he blocked all of your advances and by the time you made it back to the classroom lunch was over.
You were doomed.
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You stood outside the locker room. If you were the last one inside you could potentially miss most people. Your main concern was obviously Rio.
“What are you waiting for!” You felt a pat on your back before you were pushed inside. You stumbled past the threshold to see Karma smiling at you. “Have fun!”
You sigh and walk to your locker. Luckily most of the girls have already changed and will probably start leaving soon. Rio looks like she’s been waiting for you. “There’s our lovebird! I heard Karma stole you away for lunch. How’s that going?”
You spend painstakingly long reaching for your combat clothes. “Surprisingly tame all things considered.”
“Tell me about it. A bunch of us were worried about it when he took you into the woods. He didn’t do anything weird did he?” Rio gestured to some of the others who stayed back. You decided to put the shirt on over your button up. That’s not that weird to do right? At least no one made a comment. Actually you could just slip your shorts under your skirt and be done too. Problem solved! Just as uneventful as you wanted it to be.
What a huge relief. You laughed at how much easier that was then you were expecting. “For Karma standards pretty unremarkable, which is why I’m waiting for the other shoe to drop.” Which was true but you guess it’s because there was only so much he could get away with on campus without disrupting classes.
“That’s good to hear at least. Maybe this is growth? Or maybe he really does have a thing for you.” She patted you on the back as you guys joined the others outside.
You couldn’t help but laugh at the thought. “Yeah as if.”
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Hahahaha you right, I really just deadass didn't post everything that's on Ao3
Kenny McCormick x reader
💌 As Long As I can Remember: Chapter 11 💌
Summary: You moved to south park in the 4th grade. You weren’t expecting what came next. After seven years of friendship you were about to make a move but what happens when Cartman’s OTP gets in the way of what you desire most.
Notes: Overall Kenny x reader but also some Craig x reader, I wrote this over a decade ago but I’m feeling nostolgic, this was written for a friend a long time ago
💌 Word count: 1,570 💌 <= Previous | Next =>
Craig let you in to his house and along every hallway you could see family photos of Craig and his sister. He's not smiling for most of them but there's one with Clyde where he has a very awkward smile, you thought it was cute. You walked into the living room where Craig was pulling out some video games and DVD's "You can choose. I don't have a preference." Scanning over the selection you see Red Racer and feel like "Sure why not" you hold it up and earn the slightest smile as he walks up and pops in the complete first season. If there was one thing you knew about the one named Craig Tucker it would be that he still likes Red Racer. You remember one year back in middle school he wore the limited edition Red Racer jacket for months. It wasn't until Clyde accidentally poured barbecue sauce on it that he changed back to his iconic look. He joined you on the couch and you started the marathon.
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Kenny looked at his phone, he was still expecting you to show up. Part of him kind of guessed you wouldn't be coming after seeing you with Craig but he still wanted to believe in his heart of hearts that you would come. Best friends didn't leave the other to hang high and dry. This has been your tradition for month maybe even a year at this point. Tammy put her arm on his shoulder. "Ken, I don't think she's coming. I get that she's your best friend and all but girls typically don't like other girls, it's a fact."
Kenny sighed, she was right you weren't coming but he thought you would. You always did in the past, even when he died. It was almost like you remembered but just wouldn't say. You always acted weird afterwards and dodged questions. He know's he's not perfect and he has a lot of problems but you've always excepted him as he was. He just wants to be loved and he wants you in his life, is that so much to ask for? He took one last look out of the window. "I just wanted my girlfriend and my best friend to be friends, but I guess you're right."
Tammy smiled "Of course I'm right! Now can we go to the movies?"
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Red racer wasn't a bad show, it was just an old show. Which means the production quality is a little underwhelming. Really underwhelming, seriously it's starting to hurt your eyes. At least the jokes were funny enough to keep you awake. You and Craig would talk between episodes and you actually did get to learn more about him, like his addiction to peppermint hot chocolate and the fact that he literally knows every word to every episode in Red racer and he is not afraid to shush you if it's his favorite part. You also learned not to fall asleep during his favorite episode.
(Y/N)_(L/N) Guys don't fall asleep when Craig is watching Red racer he will draw on your face!
~Craig Tucker and 2 others like this
Clyde Donovan: It was season 2 episode 3 wasn't it
Craig: Yes, yes it was
After completing season two you decided to go home. You had fun. It almost let you forget the betrayal from today. If anything you and Craig seem to get along really well. It didn't take long to be escorted home although standing at the door to your house was slightly awkward. Were you supposed to hug or shake hands or something? Was that considered a date? Too many questions were floating around your head for something that was supposed to be casual. As you were lost in thought he ruffled your hair and waved you off. You could have sworn you saw him smirking as he left but you don't know for sure. You flop of your bed until you hear something, a small rock, thrown against your window. You stood up and took outside to see Kyle staring at you from his window once he noticed he had your attention he points to his phone. Groaning you flop on your bed again realizing you have to answer the phone, now that he knows your by it.
Immediately Kyle started to bombard you with questions. "Hey, what happened to you and what's up with Craig?"
You rolled over to your side. "Well he took me to see the nurse, who wasn't there and he asked if I wanted to hang out later so-"
He cut your sentence short. "But don't you and Kenny hang out at the comic store on Mondays, you know Magic Mondays?"
You scoffed, are you not allowed to hang out with other people. It's not like he was your only friend. "He got a girlfriend, they probably were-"
Kyle was starting to get on your nerves with how many times he was cutting you off before you could finish your thought. "That's no excuse you idiot! You guys are best friends, I thought nothing could change that."
You stood up to glare at him from your window. "Just because we're best friends doesn't mean we have to be connected at the hip, does it?" You watched him stumble back at your intensity. His heart was in the right place but you don't think this is the right time for an intervention. You took a deep breathe before adding. "Let us take a little break, in the mean time Craig is pretty cool too yea know"
"T-Take a break?! (Y/N) you guys didn't even start!" You moved your phone slightly away from your ear Kyle yelled louder than expected. You stare out the window again and roll your eyes. You can see Kyle putting on his jacket.
"Kyle I swear I'm okay you don't need to-" you hear the beep of the call signaling that Kyle hung up on you. Honestly you didn't want to talk about Kenny right now, you felt betrayed, so you threw your phone on your bed and headed down stairs to meet your unwanted guest. You opened the door reluctantly letting Kyle in, he's already ranting. It was going to be a long night
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Meanwhile at Stan's house something similar was happening. On his way home Kenny walked aimlessly and ended up at Stan's doorstep. They were both in Stans room as Kenny laid on the bed like he was at therapy. Stan swivelled his chair around with his arms crossed. "So let me get this straight, she is mad at you because your best friend is a girl." Kenny nodded to Stan who continued talking "Your best friend that you have been basically joined at the hip for seven years."
"Yes."
"Who is a girl."
"Yes."
"A girl that you've known for seven years and are best friends with is the reason Tammy is mad at you."
"Yes?! What are you trying to get at?" Kenny sat upright.
Stan pressed his palms together pointing his hands at the blond "Your girlfriend who you've had for no more than 17 hours is mad at you because your best friend is a girl that you have met 7 years ago and happen to be very, very close friends with."
"Stan, you just keep saying the same thing but with different words, why don't you just be like Kyle and get the the point."
Stan cleared his throat, something Kyle always did before giving one of his lectures. "I'm trying to point out that she's mad at you for who you chose to be close to seven years before she was even walked into your life" Kenny shifted in his seat still not getting the point. Stan shook his head. "She's trying to control you dude don't you find that weird? She hasn't even met (Y/N) yet, as far as I know. And she's just decided that she's mad and won't talk to you until you stop hanging around (Y/N)? That sounds abusive to me."
When Kenny tried to defend Tammy, Stan put his hand up to cut him off "What happened to you and (Y/N) anyways, I thought you had a thing for her."
"I-I do," Kenny paused "I mean I did but she doesn't care about me."
Stan screamed into his hat. How can they both be so stupid. "Like hell she doesn't care did you not see her today, she was a mess just seeing you with Tammy."
Kenny rolled his eyes. "Yeah, well she stood me up today for Craig!"
Stan already had a tiff with the aforementioned name but then it dawned on him. "Wait, she missed Magic Monday?"
Kenny fumbled with his piece of shit phone to show Stan the evidence. "Did you see her facebook she was with Craig until like dinner."
Stan's retort was quick. "Well you got a girlfriend. What if she was trying to wingman for you? Did you ever think this was her way of showing her support."
Kenny fell silent Stan was right. He was the one who pushed her away but she was the one that wouldn't let him in. It's obvious they both care about each other but there is no way she cares about him anymore than a brother, a really annoying brother. Kenny feels something more and he's tired of this charade.
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This is the worst generations and their hobbies
Law's is 放浪 (wandering, drifting {as in aimlessly not tokyo drifting lol}. If you add 者 to it it becomes vagabond or vagrant. So basically Law is just.....wandering around like a freak. Hanging outside the Sev and purposely getting lost bc wow isn't it fun to just wander around (it actually really is in Japan. I loved just wandering around neighborhoods and parks and all over. But bc i was less likely to get attacked or eaten by a coyote like i am in LA)
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He's SO MUCH FUNNIER as a huge dork nerd please lol we need to stop the 'he's edgey and cool' yeah i thought i was edgey and cool when i was 14 too and i SURELY WASN'T.
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