#「troublcmakcrs」 — craig tucker

[diresang]

            ⋆｡ ﾟ☁︎｡ ⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡ @troublcmakcrs 𝙖𝙨𝙠𝙚𝙙 ✦․⁺  ↳ ❝ Craig: ❛ here, you look like you're freezing. ❜ (for kyle uwu) ❞

kyle liked to say that he was smart. he also liked to think he was smart. however, he had definitely dropped the ball this time. it was supposed to be spring now, how the hell was he supposed to expect the temperature would drop like this ? when you wake up to a warm, sunny afternoon━ of course you don't wear a jacket ! but he was ready to accept his mistakes, trembling slightly from the breeze as punishment as he and craig went on their walk.

then he felt fabric drop onto his shoulders━ craig was giving him his jacket. because craig was smart enough to bring one just in case, and kyle was not. he stopped in his steps, starting to shrug it off to hand back to craig.

            ❝ i'm fine ! craig, you're going to get cold. keep your jacket. ❞

[feldspar-thethief]

@troublcmakcrs asked: Tweek: ❛   listen  asshole ,  you’ve  had  your  fun  and  you  better  stop  or  else !  ❜

truth be told; he's just as over this, too. sooo fucking over it. his pale eyes rolled backwards into their socketed, black caves so hard he nearly saw stars. craig thought for sure if he had to be berated -one- -more- --time, he would kill the blonde. and then himself. ❝–or else, what, ––tweek?❞

[lunariiz]

— The mention of fast food perks Clyde up not unlike a dog, head lifting from where it had previously been pressed against the arm of the couch in a way that could not be comfortable. His phone is forgotten on his stomach— or, more acurately, barely acknowledged with a clatter to the floor,— as he pushes himself up on his elbows so he can properly see Craig.

— ❝ Yeah— ❞ Of course he wants something. And that offer sounds suspiciously as though Craig might be willing to pay, Even if Clyde wasn’t hungry, that was an offer he simply couldn’t refuse. Free food? From one of his best bro’s in the entire world? The idea alone is almost enough to cause tears to build.

He pushes himself up even further, until he’s actually sitting properly, facing Craig so he can stare him down with with the most convincing pleading look he can muster. Sad puppy ‘you can’t leave me alone’ eyes. 

— ❝ Can I come with ? ❞

So he can eat the fries out of one carton on the ride and then take the one that’s still full once they eat.

@troublcmakcrs // mixed bag ... fries. bag fries. yum

[angstbullshit]

@troublcmakcrs 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑡 : " what's the first thing you noticed about me ? “ ——— （ DEEP CONVERSATIONS ⟋ ACCEPTING ）

face was a painted a deep shade of pink with how flustered this conversation was making her . there's no denying or ignoring the pang of horror felt in the pit of stomach for ever getting onto the subject of crushes - she hadn't meant the confession to meet the light of day . yet spending the evening together , paired with the dangerous combination red wine &. nostalgia , it had been uttered before even realising she had spoken ( " i used to have a pretty big crush on you in elementary school . " )

❛  you're just looking to have your ego filled now - ❜ a half hearted accusation , hiding behind the wine glass that was raised to lips , peering over it while taking a generous sip in an attempt to distract herself from his piercing gaze ; trying to ignore the way heart fluttered in chest as he continued to look at her like that - apparently she hasn't changed , she always seemed to get a little flustered when with craig , old habits die hard , she guesses . though somehow she could handle it much better before in comparison to now .

a sigh , seemingly getting more comfortable in seat as a way to encourage herself to speak ❛ it's silly - ❜ she starts , pad of thumb soothing against the glass , holding onto it like a final tether to the world ❛ but it was your eyes , i might have been a little obsessive for a while . ❜ free hand places over her forehead as flashes of her old diary suddenly appears , she had a mix of blues in a corner trying to find the right shade ; it was always impossible , looking back heidi isn't entirely sure what she was trying to achieve &. what she'd do when figuring it out .

❛ don't worry , once you started showing your personality i lost all interest , just like - ❜ fingers snap as a breathless laugh escapes , the tease came easy , however it was clear as day that it was a lie to ease up the embarrassment that was made worse by her own words ( the way she couldn't look at him while speaking , looking at an item in the room like it was the most interesting thing on the planet . )

[pisscdcff]

❛  how do i say this delicately -   ❜ there's a pause , fingers coming up to his mouth as if in deep thought . a deep in take through nose as eyes never waver from the other ❛ you're being a faggot - that's not what your people fought for , 'kay ? you wanna be the reason for the set back of gay rights ? pretty fucked up of you , craig . you should know the difference between being gay &. being a faggot , craig . sorry i was the one to tell you this , but someone had to say it to you . you can do better . i know deep down , you're just gay - don't make me wrong about this , that'll be really upsetting to me , craig . ❜

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 . @troublcmakcrs / CRAIG & CARTMAN .

[troublewithvampires]

@troublcmakcrs said: Craig tugs on Salvatore's sleeve. "Hey… I wanna go to McDonald's." (//having the "we have food at home" discussion with myself rn so here you go)

“I’m not takin’ you to fuckin’ McDonald’s,” Salvatore says without looking up from his book. "Doesn't your ma have something at home you can eat?" He glances at Craig out of the corner of his eye, gauging the kid's expression. "Or are you just tryin' to be a little mooch?"

He knows Laura Tucker well enough by now to know that she isn't just going to let her kids go hungry, and she's not in a position where she has no choice in the matter. Craig isn't going to starve if Salvatore doesn't take him to McDonald's--and regardless, it's not his fucking responsibility to do so.

After a moment, however, he remembers that saying no isn't exactly going to deter Craig. When the little shit wants something, he isn't going to back down so easily. And, as much as he may grumble and complain, it isn't really an issue for Salvatore to indulge him now and then. On some level, it's nice, knowing that he's someone Craig is comfortable turning to if he needs something.

That doesn't mean he's not gonna keep being a bitch, though.

"Y'know what?" he says, more a loud sigh than anything as he snaps his book shut. "Fine. But if your ma gets mad that you spoiled your dinner, that ain't my problem."

[x-lordofdarkness-42069-x]

Craig: "Rollercoasters are alive to me. I can't explain that. They just are."

-> @troublcmakcrs

Pinks and blues swirled in the wispy clouds above their heads as the sun began its slow descent beyond the faraway mountain ridge. The mingled hues reminded Clyde of the cheap cotton candy he had absolutely housed, not even an hour ago. Funny how he loved the sticky sweet confection, but could never force himself to savor the delicate treat. However, he now desperately tried to grasp the fleeting seconds as they threatened to steal away this saccharine view. The shorter friend turned his head, angling his neck just enough that he could watch Craig without the inky-haired man realizing that he stared at him. A glint of a smile sparkled in his dark eyes. ❛F u c k,❜ he sighed to himself. He could listen to that specific brand of Craig Tucker nonsense spill out of his mouth all day. Clyde knew of his own reputation for being a bit of a dunce, but nobody ever mentioned the times when Craig said shit that just... did not make sense. Maybe those other people didn't share the same privileges he did. A little possessive closet in his soul loved to let him believe no one else would ever see that side of Craig, whether the hope existed in reality or not. He would lie to himself if it meant he could socket away even just pieces of the moments like this. He would feed his clandestine, selfish delights. The effects of the J Clyde burned on their trip to the amusement park had hit its peak about the time he smashed his cotton candy, so he tripped down the descent of his high now. But his shoulders still felt heavy as the warm weight of affection settled over his squat frame.  Enough daylight streaked through the sky, casting down across the sharp angles of his Craig's face. They definitely had time for one more ride. An ample, goofy grin creased the corners of his big cow eyes. Clyde seized Craig by the hand, squishing his palm with unbridled exuberance. He fought the urge to fill the spaces between Craig's fingers with his own. He opened his mouth to speak. ❛I think– I could love you,❜ is what Clyde wanted to say. Instead, he proposed, ❝If you can't explain it, will you just show me? These bitches aren't going to ride themselves, y'know.❞

[lunariiz]

— ❝ Nuh uh ! ❞ A noise as old as time itself, denying Craig’s claim on her life as though it were nothing more than a passionate disagreement on who’s right and who’s wrong. Nuh uh, you’re not killing me!

Her nose is wrinkled as she looks at him, as though seeing or smelling something disgusting (and with a brother like Craig— if anybody asked her, that was the case. He stinks. Worse than normal boy smell. Everybody else is lucky they aren’t around him enough to pick it up.) Her tongue is stuck out and hand raised up to eye level with him in order to drop the familiar motion of a single finger, before she’s making extra sure to be out of his grabbing range, ducking behind the nearest wall as though that would actually protect her. 

Not that it would matter. She could totally beat Craig’s ass. After breaking their parents down into letting her take judo lessons, she could probably have him pinned in less than a minute. Nevermind she’s still only on her yellow belt, she’s this close to being given her orange belt.

— ❝ Don’t be an asshole , I only said what if . ❞

She most definitely had not said what if.

@troublcmakcrs // mixed-bag indeed

[diresang]

it was almost childlike how giddy kyle got the moment craig said ‘ okay ‘. he’d worry about how pathetic he probably looked another time, he was just happy craig relented as well. kyle really, really didn’t want to have to sit there and beg.

craig was already leaning down, and kyle did his best to straighten himself up and lean up— ease up the work on craig’s end. he sighed softly as he kissed craig back, the slightest of a smile on his lips. it was almost sweet how happy he was just to be kissing the other. as hands were on his hips, kyle draped his arms over craig’s shoulders, starting to stand on his toes. it really would have been easier if they’d been sitting— and kyle probably would have asked of more if it wasn’t for that fact.

but kyle seemed happy even as the kiss ended, dropping back flat on his feet, his hands still resting on craig’s shoulders. he stepped forward into him, pressing his cheek into his chest.

            ❝ yes. very happy. you could at least pretend to like it. ❞ kyle teased from his spot cuddled against him, voice slightly muffled.

   “Aw, come on, I only did that twice,” Craig laughed, swatting Kyle’s accusation off.  “…Okay, three times.”  Maybe four, he didn’t quite remember.

   He could stand to be a little bit less of a douche to Kyle, though.  After all, he did want to kiss him, and it was obvious that his fucking around was quickly going south.  If he pushed it any further, there was a real possibility of this escalating into a fight, so for the sake of keeping things light and breezy, he relented.

   “Okay, fine,” he said, shrugging, smirking.  “I guess you’ve suffered long enough.”  He strode back over to Kyle and cupped his face again, leaning down to place another kiss against his lips.  He made sure to draw it out and linger so that Kyle couldn’t accuse him of drip-feeding him.  As the kiss between them lengthened, Craig slid his hands from Kyle’s face down to his hips, a better anchor to close the gap between them, drawing Kyle toward him until very little space remained.  He had to leave some, on account of their height difference.  This would be much easier if they were sitting down.

   The moment the kiss broke, Craig said, “There, are you happy now, you little bastard?”

[angstbullshit]

                      ❛  wait , wait -  ❜ a palm is placed over chest , a mocking look of shock taking over features ; though she wasn't a very good actress , it was clear as day when eyes crinkled up , the exact opposite of the wideness she was going for , a small dose of laughter breaking through as she spoke ❛  does this mean we're friends ? has the craig tucker welcomed me as one of his own - ?  i'm so unprepared , i don't have my speech ready or anything ! ❜

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 . @troublcmakcrs / CRAIG & HEIDI .

[lunariiz]

— ❝ of course you think so . ❞ idea, seemingly, instantly dismissed by virtue of 'craig said it so it sucks.' really, it must escape her mind why she ever indulges herself in allowing him to offer advice.

— her arms cross, a sigh escaping her as though disappointed with the suggestion. 'maybe swearing will help'- how ridiculous. the thought is written clear across her face, in the way she looks at him.

— ❝ but . . . ❞

— sly grin starts to creep across her lips, facade of disapproval slipping away in favour of something a little more mischievous.

— ❝ but , you might have a point this time . ❞ hand raises to rest on her chin in imitation of the ever iconic thinking emoji, finger tapping as though in thought.

— ❝ to their faces ? or do you think this is more of a 'scream it in the woods' situation . ❞ maybe while breaking things, even.

[feldspar-thethief]

(@friendscfmine)

Tom blinked a couple times, then stared at Craig blankly, trying to confirm his suspicions before he said anything about them. It could be the other was just being friendly in a normal, innocent way. But given some of their previous interactions, sparse as they had been, Tom didn't trust it.

Still unsure, he decided it best to be direct. "...Are you hitting on me?"

(//i know they only interacted in one episode, but pretend they bumped into each other at least a few times bc south park is a small town and that stuff happens)

-> @troublcmakcrs

Well, shit... That was unexpected. Craig abruptly stopped his little string of utterances. His faint smile deflated into a flat line. As Tom stared him down, he stared back. Straight ahead, unblinking. (He thought he blinked back, like... at least once.) Craig's eyelids stayed glued open. All he could do was think about the suddenness of the inquiry. Once his dry eyes began to sting, he realized that he needed to move. His lids fluttered a few times, and the spell was broken. Craig wasn't sure how to respond to such a direct question. Actually, false. He knew exactly what to say. Therein lied the problem. He was afraid that delivering his straightforward answer wouldn't yield the result he had hoped to achieve during the initial portion of their conversation. While growing up, he had discovered–the hard way–that his attempts to be uncomplicated were oftentimes mistaken for brusqueness. So, he adapted, learned to make polite conversation. Flirt, even. He thought he had gotten pretty good at it, honestly. But, he was second-guessing himself now. He dug his fingers under his old blue hat and scratched his greasy black hair, devising and revising his answer. -–— ; ❝Uh, yeah. I am.❞

[feldspar-thethief]

Tweek: "You wouldn't know what to do with me if you caught me." (over the phone to ghostface!craig ;3)

-> @troublcmakcrs

Being resigned to lurk in the shadows that surrounded Tweek at every turn, Craig was perfectly aware that no one else could see him. He wanted to keep it that way, because–oh, from his vantage point, he could see… fucking everything. The twin corners of his mouth curled upward into a hellish grin. He wet his chapped lips with a quick swipe of his tongue; anticipation hot in his veins. The dime-a-dozen, Halloween-store costume kept his identity concealed, but the cheap plastic and cloth of his disguise also muddied his vision. Craig wanted an immaculately unobscured view of the small blonde. So, he had to reveal his face and push the shoddy visor to the top of his head where it could rest hands-free. The fabric attached to the mask dangled down the back of his head, tickling his neckline. The sensation added to the frisson buzzing along his skin. He wanted to witness Tweek unravel. He chewed the glistening skin of his bottom lip and twisted the grip of his knife around in his sweat-drenched palm. Craig propped the phone between his shoulder and ear, freeing up his other hand to hold the device that would distinctly distort his voice. Through the novelty voice-changer, Craig purred; -–—; >> ❝Oh? Well, I think I do know what I would do to y o u.❞ << Though he spoke with a playful tone as he cooed into the phone's receiver, his malevolent intent seeped through. The disingenuous humor dripped over every word like cherry red corn syrup. Then, after a half-beat of silence, he spoke again. all bogus, spirited repartee oozed away from his voice, exposing the malice aforethought. 𝕙𝕒 𝕙𝕒 𝕙𝕒𝕙 ¡!ʜᴀʜᴀʜᴀʜᴀ¡! >> ❝Do you want me to tell you now, ʰα Ｈ𝓪 𝔥ａ or do you want it to be a surprise?❞ << ... ₕₐₕₐₕₐₕₐ ...

[feldspar-thethief]

Tweek: ❝ It’s only noon, darling. Of course I’m drunk! ❞

Of course, of course; Craig pinched the bridge of his nose, tightly squeezing his lids shut. Embarrassment flared up his the side of his neck , rising hot and pink over his collar. His pale eyes peeped open, peering over his hand after a moment of tense silence. Are you fucking serious? ❝Why– eugh. Did... something happen?❞ Not that the blond needed an excuse to abuse alcohol before lunch. Craig, in the spirit of fairness, attempted to offer Tweek space to explain himself before the darker haired man had a chance to pop off. Plus, what good would it do to bite before the bark?

[diresang]

            ❝ alright, well, most people get on my ass about cartman. i forgot there were still jackasses like you around that liked the guy. you're a dying breed. ❞ kyle was obviously joking, a playful glint in his eyes. though it was true a lot of people hated cartman ( himself included ), kyle wouldn't hold it against anyone else to feel the opposite. he did hang out with him, after all. and despite their fighting, they probably could be considered best friends, unfortunately.  ❝ i'll try reaching out, ❞ kyle determined, but he wasn't quite sure he'd be able to promise it'd happen.

            ❝ tolkien ? not as often. we chatted a lot when we both started college, but i think we both have a giant workload so━ only when school is related. ❞

the conversation was quickly making kyle realize how much of a recluse he had become. he normally wouldn't complain about that, he was happy being lost in his work━ but for some reason, it made him feel like a loser in front of craig. he chewed on his lip just thinking about it, just a slight of anxiety creeping into his bones. why the fuck did he not wanna look like a loser in front of craig, a guy who definitely was not that cool ?

the anxiety eased just enough to allow kyle to scoff at the 'breaking in', like his door hadn't been open and his roommate wasn't letting people in.

            ❝ i'm sure you aren't the only one. i know you're the only one who'd also break the rule of going in the kitchen when it was clear it was off limits━ ❞ kyle hoped it was clear. he had heard a few back and forths about it between his roommate and some party goers, at least. but he wouldn't be shocked either way, if craig ignored it or craig just didn't hear it.

            ❝ . . . i didn't think i'd be glad to see someone i knew here. a lot of those childhood friendships fell of, you know ? i'm glad you seem to have . . . calmed down since we were kids. ❞ kyle cracked open the diet coke in his hands, as it seemed like he wouldn't retreat to his room just yet. he wanted to, but he wanted to keep chatting with craig, and it'd be . . . weird to invite to his room at a party, right ?

            ❝ how are you and tweek ? ❞

The idea that Jimmy of all people could harbor any kind of intense lasting hatred for anyone was so goddamn laughable that Craig’s mouth curled into a slow smile.  Given everything that had happened over the years, Jimmy should have hated him if anyone, but he didn’t.  When Jimmy first transferred to South Park Elementary, Craig tried to beat his ass, only to get his own handed back to him—and that was quickly forgiven.  Then, he’d been away for so long, telling Jimmy and all the rest of his old gang to fuck off.  But when he showed back up on the guy’s doorstep, he was let right back in.

“Dude, why would he hate you for hanging out with Cartman?” Craig asked.  “I hung out with Cartman.”  Not as often as Kyle did, sure, but that was because Craig didn’t let Cartman get away with as much.  The two of them were much better friends than Kyle and Cartman were, but the fatass still frequently ran away from Craig with his tail between his legs to someone with a slightly higher tolerance for bullshit.

“I still like Cartman, and besides, Jimmy can take a lot of shit right on the fucking chin, so if you wanna look him up again, you should.  You still talk to Tolkien?”  Of the four—five, if you counted Tweek—that had been in Craig’s gang, Tolkien was the one who liked Kyle the most.  Craig was also working on reigniting past friendships—god, what a shitshow his teenage years had been—and anything he could learn about what his old friends had been up to was good for him.  It sucked about Cartman, but Craig would just have to look him up on his own time, maybe after the party.

Thankfully, Kyle was a good sport about Craig’s being here uninvited.  If he wanted to kick Craig out, then he had a lot of people to do the same to.  He knew for a fact that not everyone was in the right place by being here.  If he was a friend of a friend, how many other people were in his same situation?

He shrugged, ever nonchalant.  “I want to say no, I’m not doing that anymore, but well… I did kind of break in here.  So, similar concept, probably, just not digging up anyone’s garden for parts.”

@diresang

[diresang]

hearing craig's tone, kyle knew he had slipped up in some way━ though he couldn't quite place what it was. part of him did for a moment think craig would prefer the thrift store for just a split second━ the logical part of him taking over to remind him craig would've told him so. he'd have to figure it out later, with more pressing matters at hand than whatever was the issue with old navy versus the thrift store.

craig had turned to him and finally asked━ did kyle mean it ? and kyle froze up, leaning back away from craig as if he was going to get mad no matter how he answered. shoulders tense, holding his breath━ kyle was clearly gathering his nerves, green eyes flickering across craig's face. but he couldn't read him. not well. he never really could, and he thought maybe that made it all the more stupid when he said━

            ❝ yes. i meant it. ❞ said breathless, hesitant and almost shameful. like it was such a crime to love. he crossed his arms, leaning back in his seat, glanced away from craig to glare at the glove compartment.

Even if Kyle didn’t mean it that way, the comment about usually being on a budget grated on Craig.  Yeah, he wasn’t in Kyle’s insane, seemingly bottomless amounts of money, but he was gift shopping, and he had already made plans to spend a little bit.  After all, his family always did what they could to get him decent gifts, and he wanted to do the same.

“We can look at Old Navy, that’s fucking fine,” he sulked, injured pride not allowing him to agree to the thrift store at this point.  He readily took the keys from Kyle, concerned about where they might end up if he didn’t.  Knowing Kyle, he would read something in Craig’s tone that would compel him to go to the thrift store, and he really didn’t need to ruin the moment worse than it was.

At this point, Craig was willing to go somewhere even nicer and spend money he didn’t have just to stave off pity, but he would settle for Old Navy.  He got a nice sweater from there a couple years ago.

He settled in the driver’s side of Kyle’s car, pushed the seat back, adjusted the mirror, slid the key into the ignition.  He didn’t know if he wanted to have this conversation as badly as he did a few moments ago, but there was unlikely to be any time like the present to have it.  Before taking off, he turned back to Kyle and asked, “Did you mean what you said back there?  In the store?”