𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐇 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊, one shots

Craig Tucker

COOKIES
! this is a longer one shot
also, Clyde's sister!reader
& baker!stoner!reader
you're very welcome for this !

You and Clyde have a special brother-sister bond, where you rarely ever fight and he's not deathly protective of you but he still cares very much. He was the one who taught you how to drive two years early of receiving your permit, he taught you how to change a tire and repair plumbing under a sink, he basically taught you how to be self-sufficient so you would never, specifically quote "rely on a man for help" unquote.

Because you were so self-sufficient, you never even had the idea of dating, at least not until college. Boys were very unnecessary, but that didn't stop you from thinking they were cute. Clyde often has his friends around, some of which he was very close with and others were just as friendly towards him as the next. You always thought Stan was pretty cute, Kenny and Token too, and even Kyle. However, the one who always stood out among the others was Craig. You didn't know what it was about his stoic expression that just made your heart do flips in your chest, especially when he looked your way and the corners of his mouth just barely lifted into an almost unnoticeable smile.

The timer on the oven beeps and brings you out of your daydreaming state. You pull on both oven mitts and take the tray of cookies out of the oven. "Hey, you made cookies—!" Clyde cheers excitedly and rushes over to grab one, burning his fingertips in the process.

"They just came out of the oven, smart one," you chuckle, "And they're edibles, so don't eat too many or you'll get beyond fucked up."

"Awesome, so there's plenty to go around. The boys are coming over, should be here in a minute," Clyde tells you, taking a paper towel and grabbing a cookie with it. He studies you for a moment, squinting his eyes as he questions, "Are you already high?"

You smack his shoulder and shake your head, "You'd get bored waiting for the cookies to bake, too." The doorbell rings and you could hear the whooping and hollering of his crazy friends from outside. "You better go get that."

Clyde mocks you as he walks off, opening the door to seven others. Within seconds the teenage boys have taken over the living room. Some were sprawled over the couches, some on the floor, and of course Cartman found comfort in the recliner. Craig was last to walk inside, two boxes of alcoholic beverages under each of his arms, to which to passes one to Clyde and follows him into the kitchen. Craig looks up and notices your intense gaze on him, "Sup', little baker. It smells good in here, what did you make?"

"Oh you know, just some good ole' fashioned edibles," you answer his question, a light blush forming over your cheeks as he had started the conversation with you. Craig abandons helping Clyde pack the fridge with the drinks and instead walks over to you to investigate the goods. "Cookies!"

"They're good as fuck, bro. But she always limits me to two," Clyde complains from the fridge. You look over to him and then back to Craig, whispering, "You can have three."

The raven-haired boy picks up a cookie with one hand and puts the other over his heart, pretending to be honored by your generosity towards him. He continues to whisper back to you, "Three for me? Why, Y/N, if I didn't know any better, I'd think you were sweet on me," Craig accuses, secretly hopeful.

"In your dreams, Tucker."

Craig bites his lip, knowing how stubborn you were on this. It wasn't the first time he ever accused you of secretly liking him or even the first time he very obviously flirted with you. In fact, Craig made his attraction towards you very obvious for you alone, but not so much as to spark any curiosity from Clyde. He wasn't sure how Clyde would react to his best friend having feelings towards his little sister. It was bad, but Craig couldn't help himself. He always found you adorable and perfect for himself.