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could u write some stuff abt the main 4 x an inexperienced/shy reader? like the awkward and cute moments of first kisses! and hugging! things like that :3

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Stan

It’s late in the evening, and you’re at Stan’s house for one of those laid back hangouts that don’t really have an agenda. The two of you end up outside on his porch swing, gently rocking as the sky shifts from orange to purple. The air is chilly enough that you keep rubbing your hands together, though you try to hide it.

Stan notices, he always does. “You cold?”

You shake your head quickly. “No, I’m fine.”

He’s not convinced. Sliding a little closer, his arm hovers uncertainly before resting across your shoulders. The warmth makes you stiffen, heart pounding so loudly you’re sure he can hear. Noticing, he immediately pulls back.

“Oh crap, sorry,” he blurts, voice nervous. “I didn’t mean to, like, I wasn’t trying to make you uncomfortable.”

“No, no!” The words tumble out too fast, your cheeks burning. “I just… I’m not used to it.”

His expression softens into something so tender it makes your chest ache. “Yeah. Same here. We can… take it slow, okay?”

You nod, allowing him to rest his arm around you again. After a few moments, you relax enough to lean your head on his shoulder. He toys with the strings of his hoodie, clearly overthinking. Finally, he clears his throat.

“So… I’ve kind of been wanting to ask you this for a while.”

You glance up. “Ask me what?”

His eyes drop to his shoes. “If I could kiss you. Just once. Not a big thing. Just… yeah.”

Your stomach flips. “O-okay.”

He looks surprised but smiles shyly. He leans in slowly, painfully slowly, giving you every chance to back out. You don’t. The first attempt is clumsy, your noses bumping, both of you laughing nervously. The second time, though, your lips meet. It’s soft and awkward, over in a heartbeat, but when he pulls back, he’s grinning like a little kid.

“That wasn’t so bad, right?” he whispers.

You can’t stop smiling. “Not bad at all.”

For the rest of the night, neither of you mentions it, but his hand never leaves yours.

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Kyle

Kyle’s room is scattered with textbooks, loose papers, and a half-finished essay on his desk. You’re supposed to be studying, but instead the two of you sit cross legged on the carpet, controllers in hand, trying out a video game.

You’ve been losing badly, but your focus isn’t on the game, it’s on how close Kyle sits, your knees brushing every time he shifts. He notices too; you catch him sneaking glances when he thinks you’re not looking.

Finally, he groans, tossing his controller aside. “Okay, screw this. I can’t focus.”

You blink. “On the game?”

“No, on, like, everything. I’ve been trying to do something all day, and if I don’t do it now, I’m gonna explode.”

Your pulse jumps. “Do what?”

Instead of answering, he scoots over and hugs you tightly. You freeze, heat rushing to your face, and he blurts, “Sorry! I just, I really wanted to do that.”

Slowly, you hug him back. “It’s okay. I… liked it.”

His ears flush red. Pulling away just slightly, he searches your face. “Then maybe I can…” His voice trails off, but the way he leans closer says enough.

Your breath catches, but you don’t move. He kisses you, quick, soft, hesitant. You barely process the warmth before he jerks back, panic in his eyes.

“Crap, was that awful? I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have—”

“Kyle,” you cut in, smiling shyly. “It was fine. Really.”

Relief washes over him. “Okay. Good. Because I was thinking maybe we could, uh, practice. Y’know, so it doesn’t suck next time.”

You laugh, heart racing. “Deal.”

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Kenny

The air is colder than usual as you and Kenny walk home from school, the sky gray and threatening snow. Hugging your arms to your chest, you try to hide your shiver. Kenny notices instantly.

“Here.” He shrugs off his hoodie despite your protests. “Take it.”

“But then you’ll be cold,” you argue.

He smirks, eyes crinkling above his half-zipped jacket. “Please. I’ve survived worse. Just wear it.”

You give in, pulling the oversized hoodie over your head. It smells like Kenny, faint cologne mixed with something that’s just him. It nearly swallows you whole, and he chuckles. “Looks better on you anyway.”

Your cheeks warm, and the two of you fall into a comfortable silence, sneaking glances as you walk. When you finally reach your house, you linger by the gate, neither wanting to say goodbye.

Kenny scratches his neck. “Uh… can I hug you? Or is that weird?”

Your voice is softer than intended. “It’s not weird.”

He steps forward, wrapping you in his arms. His hug is warm, strong, protective. You relax against him, heart racing. Resting his chin lightly on your head, he murmurs, “You’re really cute when you’re all shy, y’know that?”

You start to protest, but he tilts your face up and brushes his lips against yours. The kiss is rushed, clumsy, gone in a second, but it leaves you breathless. Pulling back quickly, his cheeks flush.

“Sorry,” he mutters. “I couldn’t help it.”

You shake your head, smiling despite your nerves. “Don’t be sorry.”

His grin spreads, brighter than usual. “Good. Because I’m definitely gonna do that again.”

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Cartman

Cartman’s basement smells faintly of chips and soda, leftovers from a half-hearted attempt at game night. You ditched the game midway, now sitting on the floor, half-laughing at his ridiculous commentary.

Out of nowhere, he blurts, “You know, you’re actually… not terrible to hang out with.”

You laugh, raising a brow. “That’s your version of a compliment?”

“Take it or leave it,” he mutters, ears red. He keeps sneaking glances, then looking away like he’s been caught. Suddenly, he jumps to his feet.

“What are you doing?” you ask, amused.

“Just, shut up,” he grumbles, dropping back down beside you, closer than before. His face is serious, though his voice wavers. “Look, I’m just gonna do this, and you’re not allowed to make it a big deal.”

Before you can respond, he hugs you. It’s stiff, awkward, but when you hug back, he relaxes just a little.

“You’re so awkward,” you whisper, smiling into his shoulder.

“Yeah, well, so are you,” he mutters, though without his usual bite. His grip tightens briefly before he blurts, “Okay, I’m gonna kiss you now, so don’t freak out.”

You barely register before he leans in, pressing his lips to yours. It’s quick, more of a bump than a kiss, leaving you both stunned. He pulls back instantly, face flaming.

“That was… whatever,” he mumbles, avoiding your gaze. “It sucked.”

But when he notices your smile, his expression softens. “Okay, maybe it didn’t

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