South Park One-Shots

Pocky Game

Clyde X Reader

"Hey Clyde!" ___ asked.

"Yeah? What do you want?" The brunette boy asked his (e/c) eyed friend.

"I brought over some Pocky!" The girl screamed as she held up the large box of extra large strawberry and chocolate biscuit sticks. Clyde's eyes widened to twice their normal size. Pocky was Clyde's and ___'s favorite candy. He watched as ___ unwrapped a strawberry one and stuck it in her mouth, and gave him a chocolate one as well.

"Thanks!" He said as he stuck the flavored treat in his mouth.

___ continued to bite into the stick when she stared at the boy in front of her. She thought of a devilish plan which made her cheeks dust with pink.

"Hey ___ what has you so red?" Clyde asked as he smirked and bit into the Pocky again.

"N-nothing... Say Clyde. You enjoy a challenge right?" Asked ___.

"Hell yeah I do! The only thing I like even more is y..." Clyde stopped himself from saying you. He didn't want her to know he actually had a crush on her.

"What were you gonna say?" She asked.

"I like y-y-your POCKY! Yes that's it!" Clyde said as he rubbed his arm. ___ gave him a confused look, but shrugged it off and continued her question.

"Wanna play a game called Chicken?" She asked as she held up a Pocky stick. Clyde wasn't going to turn down a challenge.

"How do you play?" He asked.

"Well the game is quite simple... All you have to do is put the other end of this Pocky stick in your moth, and try to snap off the middle before I do." ___ said. A devilish glare in her eyes.

"Wouldn't that mean that our... Lips would touch?" Clyde asked. A faint blush creeping on his cheeks. ___ came over and looked him dead in the eye with the biscuit tucked safely in her plump lips.

"What's wrong Clyde? Are you chicken?." She said as she preceded to make the proper calls of what would assume to be a chicken.

"Goddammit I'm not a chicken!" Clyde screamed as he thrusted the other piece into his mouth.

"Alright. Here we go." ___ said as she proceeded to move closer towards his mouth and towards the middle. Clyde had to chew faster than he ever had in order to get there at the same time she did. The two were only a few inches away from each other when suddenly ___ stopped. Clyde stared at her and stopped as well.

"What's wrong ___?" Clyde asked.

"N-nothing... It's just... I don't know if I can continue." She said. Here face was now as red as a tomato. Clyde grabbed her chin with his fingers and looked deep into her (e/c) orbs.

"Chicken." He said as he smirked a little. This seemed to snap ___ out if it, and she darted for the middle, but not before Clyde could get there.

Their lips touched, but they didn't care. All they both cared about was getting the last piece. Teeth clashed against each other in a feverish hunt for the middle. Finally, ___ snipped off the last piece, but they didn't break away. Now they had realized that their lips were indeed together.

Clyde, out of instinct, moved his lips and kissed her deeper. ___ soon followed his lead and closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around his neck while his went around her waist. Clyde tasted like the chocolate Pocky while ___ tasted like strawberry. A deadly combination for the perfect kiss.

(Extended ending: also, that Pocky wasn't the only thing that was thrusted into something else that night. If you know what I mean. ;p)

(Sawyer's Note: Now I know I've been gone for quite some time, but I guess you guys are used to that by now. Now I do have something special planned if I do hit 100 followers. I will publish that idea book I was talking about, so if you want to see it, 100 followers! Plus I was watching Black Butler instead of writing. Sooooo... What?)