I LOVE UR YUNA LAYOUT SM!! its sooo nice to see some kpop stans around here😭😭 anyways, could i req main 4 w a fem reader that smokes cigs a lot? thank you and have a good dayyyy<3
eric, kyle, stan, & kenny with a girlfriend who smokes cigarettes
warnings: fem!reader, smoking + drug use mentions
note: i apologize if there’s any typos or weird sentences, i wrote this with a migraine 😭 kpop and south park fans unite lollll i hope you enjoy <3
Eric Cartman:
• deep down, he’s completely unbothered by your smoking. as long as it’s not in the house, he doesn’t care.
• but he’ll make you think he cares.
• the second you light up a smoke when you’re around him, cartman’s already fake coughing.
• “eric… i just lit it, and the smokes not even going towards you!”
• “YOU’RE GIVING ME ASTHMA, WOMAN!”
• “THAT’S NOT EVEN HOW IT WORKS!”
• he doesn’t really notice the smell of it on your clothes or on your breath, thankfully.
• you’d never hear the end of it if he did.
• but god forbid you ever ask him if he wants to try it.
• he literally acts like you’re trying to murder him.
• he calls his mom, kyle, kenny, stan, butters, every single person in his contacts just to tell them that you’re ‘trying to get him addicted to drugs and kill him’.
• but once he gets bored of driving you insane with all this, he does get used to it.
• he does still make comments occasionally, though. but dating cartman, you’re already pretty used to that.
Kyle Broflovski:
• to be completely honest, he hates that you smoke.
• he doesn’t really mind when kenny smokes weed around him, but the smell of cigarettes makes his stomach churn.
• plus, he knows the health risks that come with smoking and doesn’t want you to experience any of them.
• you two have definitely gotten into small arguments about it where he’s trying to get you to quit, but you don’t want to and/or can’t.
• for his sake, you’ve tried to quit, but the withdrawals are too much to handle.
• between the urges, the moodiness, and the restlessness— it was safe to say it was the worst week of both of your lives.
• you couldn’t even be in the same room as each other without you snapping at him that he was ‘breathing weirdly’.
• after that, he gave up on asking you to quit. you did compromise a little bit and smoke less.
• he doesn’t like it, but as long as you smoke outside the house and away from him, he keeps his mouth shut for your sake.
Stan Marsh:
• in my opinion, he definitely smokes.
• so having a girlfriend who also smokes would have very few negatives.
• he doesn’t have to worry about smoking around you and you being bothered by it.
• and you both can smoke together without worrying that the other will be grossed out.
• you two spend a lot of nights in his room, the window open, smoking together while you watch cuddle and watch TV.
• probably the only negative is when you guys mix up your packs. accidentally smoking his instead of yours, and vice versa.
• but overall, it’s pretty great.
Kenny McCormick:
• kenny smokes too, but he smokes weed instead of cigarettes.
• he’s tried cigs, but he isn’t a big fan of the taste.
• but he definitely doesn’t mind you smoking them if you don’t mind him smoking weed.
• you both go on a lot of late night drives, smoking together, stopping at gas stations to get cheap snacks, and listening to music.
• there aren’t really any negatives. kenny loves that he can smoke with you.
Description: Sweet Pea goes to Pop’s when he wants to feel like a normal teenager. He orders a strawberry milkshake and curly fries. Tonight, with his order, he gets something unexpectedly sweet. He gets something he can’t want but does anyway. Tonight he gets y/n.
Word Count: 1.9k
Pairing: Sweet Pea x Female!Reader
Warnings: None
Tags: FLUFF
Sweet Pea walks down the dusky streets of Riverdale after dark. His head is ducked, his hands shoved deep into his pockets. He knows where he's going but that doesn't mean he wants anyone else to know. After all, Serpents don't drink milkshakes. How would it look if one of their toughest is seen drinking a strawberry one in the light of day?
The door to Pop's opens with a welcoming chime. To Sweet Pea's ears, though, it sounds more threatening than cheerful. That's the price of being in a gang; constantly glancing over your shoulder. There have been too many times where he's had some punk try to backstab him. Quite literally, to clarify.
Glancing around the old establishment, Sweet Pea grins to himself. Completely empty. Just how he had hoped it would be. Reaching into his back pocket, he pulls out his wallet. The old man waiting for him at the register is too familiar to not grin again. Sweet Pea, although he'd never admit it, has spent many long nights under this very roof talking to him.
"Sweet Pea? How’re ya’ doing kid!" Pop never fails to set his mind on ease.
The old man peers at him with concern but the smile never leaves his face.
"Rough day," Sweet Pea runs a hand through his dark brown hair, "just taking a lot of crap from all you northsiders lately."
Pop laughs- a big belly laugh- and writes down an order before Sweet Pea tells him what he wants. It's not like it would make a difference whether or not the tall Serpent had answered. He orders the same thing everytime; a strawberry milkshake and curly fries.
"You just need some good food, boy. Go sit down and I'll have someone bring it over when it's done."
Sweet Pea nods, pulling out a ten to pay with but the jolly old man just shoos him to an empty booth. Pop sees a lot more than he lets on. When a kid only has a ten in his wallet- and you live in a place where sometimes the only way to get yourself out of a problem is cash- you don't take the money. What's the loss? Eight-fifty and a home cooked meal? That’s worth it any day.
Sweet Pea, sitting down in the booth, lets his eyes wander all around the retro diner. He's always felt at home at Pop's, more so than in his own home. It's warm with that ‘you belong here’ kind of atmosphere. It's been his hideaway for some time now. Whenever he has a rough day he just sinks low into a booth and lets the world keep going without him for a little while.
Today had been no exception to that. Some arrogant northsider had been running around the southside with a can of red spray paint. Needless to say, the bruise forming under his eye is hard to miss. He wonders why Pop didn't mention it.
"Hey, Pop said these were yours," Sweet Pea's head snaps up at the sound of a sweet voice.
A young waitress, about his age, stands in front of him, a tray with a strawberry milkshake and curly fries in her hands. For a moment he's frozen, staring into the most beautiful eyes he has ever seen. They're wide and bright, nowhere near as afraid as most are when they see him. She has a huge smile on her face; like she's actually happy to be working the midnight shift on a Friday if only because she had wanted to see him.
He feels his shoulders relaxing and snaps himself out of his daze. She's just some stupid northsider. She hates him. He has to hate her. Yet, when she places the milkshake and fries on the table and turns to leave, his eyes never leave her retreating figure. He shakes his head when she disappears around the corner. A northsider and a southsider- a Serpent- would never happen. Especially not with him. Anything star crossed is just too much work for his already hellish life.
He goes to take a sip of his milkshake when he stops abruptly. There, on the whip cream, are two cherries and a piece of red licorice in the shape of a simple smile. What on earth? Sweet Pea can't tear his eyes from the ice cream in front of him, he tries but he can't stop the small grin that forms on his face. He knows the cute waitress from before had something to do with this.
Speaking of which, a musical giggle interrupts his staring competition with the ice cream. He quickly glances up in time to see her half hidden by the counter and a wall that leads to the kitchen. She has a hand over mouth to try to cover up the onslaught of laughs but it's half-hearted; she's genuinely pleased with herself for the little gift she left for him. His heart beats faster when he catches her eyes and she nods her head at him, a breathtaking smile on her face.
He doesn't know why he does it- nor does he know he's doing it until it's done- but he winks at her and mouths a thank you. Her cheeks flame with a blush and her doe eyes widen again before she scurries back into the kitchen. Picking up a fry, Sweet Pea just laughs to himself.
However, those, too, are quick to end. What is he doing? Flirting with a northern girl? That's not only a death sentence for himself but for her as well. But why would that even matter? He doesn't care about her. He'll never care about her. He can't care about her. He talks himself out of it, or at least he tries his hardest to. In the back of his mind, though, he can still see her eyes.
Sweet Pea runs another agitated hand through his hair, glancing out the window and into the night. Beyond the red glow of the diner the stars are shining brightly. Of course, that brings his mind back to the waitress. He sighs to himself, clenching his jaw as his heart thumps much too hard. Nothing is working; this is hopeless.
"Uh," the same melodic voice brings his attention to the same pretty girl who stands once more in front of his booth, "so I'm on my break and I was wondering if I could sit here. I wouldn't bother you or anything I just- this booth has the best view."
Sweet Pea raises an eyebrow at her request but nonetheless answers, "If you want."
"Thanks!"
With that the girl slides into the other side of the red leather booth and leans her head on the window. Sweet Pea watches with visible amusement as she starts tapping out a sporadic rhythm on the table top, wondering where her mind is at this very moment. His is on her, the spotlight now fully shining over the northsider. He can feel the smile coming back again but doesn't bother to hide it this time. Something about her makes him ready to do anything to make her laugh- or to even just make sure she keeps tapping to her own little beat- but he doesn't know why.
"Thank you for the milkshake. Made my night." The words are out of his lips before he can stop them, a light blush to accompany them on his cheeks.
Her head bounces up, the smile already on her lips, "you looked like you needed it. And I finally found where Pop hid the licorice from me!"
This time he laughs out right. He can't help it, the girl is too innocent and beautiful to not lose himself in the moment. He wants to deny the connection that he feels with her, and northside girl, but he can't anymore.
"Why'd he do that?"
She runs a hand over her face, yawning before answering, "because I had a bad habit of giving them to all the little kids who came in here. I couldn't help it! They were so dang cute!"
Sweet Pea watches as she leans her head on the window again, closing her eyes for a moment. She looks as tired as he feels, striking a protective nerve in him. Maybe that's why he pushes his fries towards her. He's not that hungry and he'd rather she ate something. She looks like she could use the energy.
She looks like she's about to protest but Sweet Pea cuts her off, "just eat them, baby."
Her eyes widen but she takes them anyway. In the silence, Sweet Pea takes the time to close his eyes and take a breath. His face is killing him and he knows his knuckles aren't looking much better. He's exhausted but it's not like going home will give him any solace. He has more responsibility there than anywhere else. He just wants to escape for a minute.
"Are you okay?" Her sweet voice- now laced with worry- washes over him.
Sweet Pea glances at the girl sitting across from him. Her eyes look concerned, trained on the purple bruise under his eye. She reaches over the table, her fingertips brushing her over the mark on his face. He holds his breath, his eyes never leaving her as she traces her soft fingers on his skin.
"I'm okay. It doesn't matter anyway." He gently grabs her hand, placing it back on the table.
He wanted her to keep her hand there- he really did- but she had to move it. She can’t get attached to him. He can’t let her.
"Yes it does," the waitress sneakily pulls the strawberry milk towards her, stealing a sip, "you're hurt and that matters to me."
Sweet Pea smiles as he watches her drink his milkshake. If it was anyone else they'd be missing a few fingers by now but he sees the way her eyes sparkle with humour and delight as she sneaks sips. It's adorable. He hates it. Well, he wants to hate it.
"You don't even know my name," he pops one of the cherries into his mouth, winking at her if only to see her burst into color again.
"That's an easy solution," she wiggles her way out of the booth and stands in front of him for the third time that night, much to his amusement, "hi, I'm y/n! What's your name?"
He leans back, stretching his arms across the back of the booth as he takes her in. A yellow Pop's t-shirt, a pair of yellow rubber boots, and two shining eyes. There's no way he can deny the way his heart beats faster looking at her wide smile. He reaches a large hand out, taking her smaller one and shaking it once.
"Sweet Pea. Just call me Sweet Pea."
She giggles and nods her head, causing butterflies to erupt in his chest. She glances to the clock on the wall and lets go of his hand quickly.
"Crap! I'm back on! Hey, I'll catch you around soon I hope. I work Fridays! Bye Sweets!"
He shakes his head, the mirth clear in his eyes, as she scrambles to get back behind the counter. With that he stands up, shooting her one last smile, before walking back into the darkness that abides in Riverdale. He'll deny it to anyone who asks but he knows he'll be back next Friday.
“shotgun!” Fangs said, running past you to get into the front seat next to Sweetpea who was driving. you and Sweetpea exchanged glances and he sighed.
this romantic road trip was off to a rocky start.
***
you had managed to get two rooms at the motel so you and Sweetpea could finally be alone. “so whats with Toni and Fangs being all weird about this road trip?” you asked, opening your bag to grab stuff to get ready for bed with.
“they’re jealous that i spend so much time with you.” Sweetpea answered, coming to stand behind you with his hands on your hips, “but now you have me all to yourself.”
there was a knock on the door and you both groaned, Sweetpea went to open the door to reveal Fangs and Toni who were holding movies and chips, “movie night!” Toni grinned, pushing past Sweetpea into the room.
Sweet Pea: . . . I’m scared that one day you’ll look in the mirror, and see yourself as I see you. You will realize just how amazing you are and that you deserve better than me…
Sweet Pea: *Whispers* I’m terrified that you’ll leave me.
Summary: your Northsider friends find out you have a crush on the tall Serpent. He overhears the conversation and decides to confront you about it.
Warnings: some swear words and a little bit of dirty talking.
"And then he obviously started flirting with her and thought I didn't even notice!" Veronica exclaimed and went on to ramble about something else. But your mind was somewhere else. Your eyes were fixated on the handsome serpent as soon as he walked into Pop's with his friends Toni and Fangs. He was wearing his Serpent jacket over a flannel and his dog tags were dangling around his neck. He caught you staring at him, which made him smirk at you. He even dared to send you a cheeky wink. You had seen him around Pop's quite a few times, and he never failed to make you feel nervous. The way his leather jacket fitted him just right, the way his hair fell, the smirk, the tattoo on his neck... you could go on and on about all the things you loved about him.
You gulped and quickly looked down, focusing intently on your milkshake, which did not go unnoticed by Archie, who was sat down next to you. He squinted his eyes but decided to let it slip, seeing no harm in the Serpent's action. Why would a Northside girl fall for a Southsider like him? That's a question you had asked yourself too. But then again, you had never been the typical Northsider like your friends. But when your eyes inevitably found their way back to Sweet Pea, Archie knew that something was up.
"So, (y/n)..." Archie started, trying to get your attention. But you were too busy imagining how his lips would feel on yours and how good he would be in bed to even hear your friend. "(y/n)! Are you even listening to us?" Veronica snapped you out of your trance.
"Huh?" You said, blinking a few times, "oh, I'm sorry guys. I was just thinking of... something," you smiled sweetly and took a sip of your milkshake. You hoped they believed your little white lie.
"Something?" Archie questioned, "or more like someone?"
Your eyes widened involuntarily but you tried to play it off. "Someone? Psh, no! I was just trying to recall what I'm eating tonight. You guys know how much I love food."
"You sure you ignoring us has nothing to do with that thug over there?" Archie said quite loudly. You were boiling on the inside. Yet, you didn't want to get into a fight with your friends over a silly matter like this.
"Why are you calling him a thug? What has he done to you?" You asked defensively. You didn't want him to talk shit about your crush, even though you knew you would probably never stand a chance with Sweet Pea.
"Serpents will be Serpents you know," Archie stated.
"So you're implying Jug is a thug too?" Betty crossed her arms, while Veronica shook her head at him.
"What? No! Jughead is our friend, I would never call him a thug."
"But?" You crossed your arms over your chest. Archie could be a little dumb at times.
"I can see the way you look at him (y/n/n). I don't want you to get involved in that world, okay? I don't want you to fancy him!" He stood up, his voice raised, catching the attention of the Serpents, but you were too angry to even notice.
"So what if I like him? It's really none of your business, Archie! You can't change the way I feel about him, even if you wanted to. Now, if you would excuse me, I'm leaving. I don't want to be in your presence now," you said as you stood up and stormed out of the door. You had been walking home for about 10 minutes when you heard the sound of a motorcycle. You tried not to put too much attention to it; a lot of people drove a motorcycle.
The motorcycle came to a halt next to you, which made you snap out of your thoughts and jump a little. You heard a chuckle next to you and looked up to meet the pair of eyes you kept dreaming about.
"Hey, scaredy cat. Don't you think it's a little dangerous to walk alone while there is a killer on the loose?" He said as he stepped off his motor and leaned against it with his arms crossed.
"You sound almost concerned about me, a simple Northsider," you talked back.
"Feisty," he mumbled more to himself than to you, "I like it."
"Yeah? Bet you also liked the way I talked to Archie then," you said, crossing your arms over your chest just like him.
"The Redhead? Sure did. I also overheard you say you have a cute little crush on someone."
Shit. He had heard everything. You wanted to bury yourself at the embarrassment.
"Anyways," you decided to change the conversation, "care to give me a ride home? I mean, there's a killer on the loose." You mocked his words. He chuckled once again.
"Sure thing, princess," he said as he grabbed a spare helmet for you and putting it on, making sure your head was protected. Maybe he wasn't so bad as everyone thought.
"Hop on and hold on tight, I like it fast and hard." Your eyes widened at his statement, but were too taken aback to say anything back. So you just did as you were told and he revved the engine, speeding away. In the process you told him where you lived.
All too soon for your liking, you came to a stop in front of your house. You hopped off and struggled to get the helmet off. Sweet Pea noticed and did it for you. "Thanks," you mumbled weakly. You suddenly felt really shy to be in his presence.
You made your way over to the front door with Sweet Pea hot on your heels. When you turned around you let out a gasp at how close your faces were. His lips were just an inch away from yours and you found it hard to concentrate on anything but him.
You cleared your throat and smiled up at him shyly, "thanks for the ride."
Sweet Pea smiled genuinely and nodded his head. "You still didn't answer me though."
You looked at him questioningly. "I may or may not have overheard your conversation, princess. If you would just admit the way you feel, it would make everything so much easier."
"Fine! You want to hear it? Why, so that you can laugh at me and talk shit about me behind my back? Fine. I am in love with you, yes," you snapped. He would never like you back. Right? "Well, the truth is out. Thanks again for the ride, see you," you said as you turned around to unlock the door.
"Hey, princess?" He said before you could close the door behind you. "You never asked about my feelings towards you."
"I'm sorry, what? Your feelings towards me?"
"Why would I not like you? You're gorgeous, feisty, you stood up for the Serpents against your dumb ass friend and you like me back? I would be dumb not to like you."
"So… you are in love with me?" You asked hopefully. It was silent for a couple of seconds, the two of you staring at one another.
"Yeah," be breathed out. You bit your lip and screamed internally.
You made your way over to him and without thinking crashed your lips onto his. He responded immediately, snaking his arms around your waist, pulling you closer into his chest. Your hands found their way into his hair, pulling at his locks as the kiss deepened.
You had to break the kiss, because you were in need for air, your forehead leaning against his. You looked into his eyes that had already visibly darkened. It made your head spin.
"You wanna come in? I'm home alone tonight," you said while biting your lip. Images of the things that could happen were spinning around your head.
He smiled and walked in, then turned around to press you against the wall, trapping you between the wall and his body.
"Remember when I said I like it hard and fast? I hope you do too, baby girl."
Stan’s a little insecure when he’s jealous, always afraid you’re going to leave him like people in his past. (Ex: Parents divorce, Wendy, Etc.)
He doesn’t get angry with you but he will pout until you ask what’s wrong and then he’ll begrudgingly explain that he didn’t like the way someone was flirting with you or how you didn’t notice their advances.
Stan’s not possessive at all but just very protective in his own little way.
Kyle
Kyle though, will in fact get angry with anyone who tries to push themselves onto you.
He might even get mad if you don’t do anything about it, eventually coming up to you while the person is still standing there mid conversation and takes you somewhere else.
Kyle’s obviously slightly pissed but he will realize that it’s not your fault, he can always trust you, and that you’ll always love him.
Kenny
Kenny doesn’t get jealous very easily at all. He’s chill with many people so he’d only get jealous if someone was genuinely trying to piss him off.
He won’t think twice in his right mind whenever he sees someone flirting with you. Walking right up to the both of you, he’ll lock your lips in a heated kiss until you both either run out of air and he leads you to another area or the person gets uncomfortable and walks away.
If he’s jealous enough he might suggest angry sex to get his frustrations out.
Cartman
Honestly god help anyone that makes Cartman jealous, including you.
Cartman will make such a huge deal out of someone trying to flirt with you and not only that but he’ll try to tell you to never talk to that person again.
He might apologize later but he’ll begrudgingly do so because his friends told him to. Later on he shows up to your house with a box of chocolates, two of which were probably eaten already.
you went to hug your friends and they were both too eager to go one at a time, meaning you got engulfed by both in an odd three-person triangle hug with you in the middle. you laughed when you pulled away, “what do you think?” you asked, motioning to your new serpent jacket.
“looking good Princess.” Sweetpea said,
“aren't you going to miss borrowing mine though?” Fangs nudged you with a grin.
“yours was always way too big for me.”
“yeah but it looked cute.” Fangs shrugged.
just then Jughead approached, “congrats Y/N!” he said, hugging you, “Toni and Cheryl wanted to talk to you.”
“oh okay, thanks Jug.” you smiled, leaving to go speak to the girls.
Jughead turned to Fangs and Sweetpea, “okay you two, now that she’s one of us you got to straighten out this little rivalry you have over her.”
“what are you talking about?” Sweetpea rolled his eyes, crossing his arms.
“i dont like it.” you stated, reaching out and picking at the white sleeves of the turtleneck.
Sweetpea shrugged, “its mandatory.”
“it covers your tattoo.”
“thats the point Princess.” he grinned down at you.
“can i see the tattoo? i mean,” you blushed when his jaw dropped at you, “i’ve never seen it up close before.”
without a second thought, Sweetpea grabbed your hand and pulled you through the crowded hallways to a classroom that was empty. closing the door behind him he turned to you with a grin then he bent down to your level, offering you his neck.
you knew there was a blush creeping over you as you grabbed the neck of the turtle neck, pulling it down to expose the Snake tattoo. at this close you could feel each others breaths and he watched you with those beautiful brown eyes as you lightly traced the tattoo. he shivered and you pulled away, blushing again and laughing, “sorry.”
“no its fine.” Sweetpea said but he was blushing too. he rubbed the back of his neck, looking down at you, “you want to go out sometime?”
