#I feel like Richard was a LOT like Tweek when he was little

[creativity-deficient]

Soooo what are y’all’s hcs on the Tweak family 🤔🤔🤔

[s0uth3park]

Some of my random SP headcanons:

This is a long one.

Pt 2

Cartman just will never learn how to drive. Ever. He knows he has other people to ferry him around.

In a similar vein, when that time rolls around (teenhood), Kenny legally can’t drive but he can drive. He just doesn’t have a licence. This persists until much later in life when he can financially support himself.

Stan begged/bribed Cartman to not harass Red for being a daywalker to keep the peace in his and Wendy’s relationship.

Whenever Wendy and Cartman need to sit down to talk out some sort of dispute, they do it over a pack of Oreo’s. They call this Oreo Time.

Kenny and Cartman play GTA together a lot.

Heidi is part Jewish on her mother’s side.

Cartman’s natural eye colour is brown. He has blue eyes, now.

Cartman is short by the time he’s fully grown (probably because of his weight), and has naturally brown hair and blue eyes. Kenny is the opposite, with blond hair and blue eyes, and is naturally Cartman’s favourite.

Cartman’s coat is plain red flannel (it’s the closest thing to fuzzy felt we can get), Stan’s is canvas, Kyle’s is tarpoon cloth, and Kenny’s is synthetic material (it’s like that smooth thin material that makes a high pitched whirry noise when you scratch it?? Cannot find the specific name for the life of me).

Tweek and Butters are cousins. Either through both of their mothers or through Butters’ dad and Tweek’s mom. Let me know which one you prefer.

Craig and Cartman’s hats are from the same store / brand.

Cartman and Kyle wear opposite colours on opposite pieces of clothing (is this a headcanon or observation? Who knows, I just want to point it out). Kyle has a green hat, contrasting Cartman’s red coat. Cartman has a (primarily) blue hat, contrasting Kyle’s orange coat. Kyle’s original gold-yellow t-shirt also compliments Cartman’s blue t-shirt, and pairs with Cartman’s yellow puff, brim, and gloves.

Cartman sometimes hums the Dreidal song to himself. Rarely will he sing it.

Carol and Stuart put Kenny in a separate room to Kevin because they didn’t anticipate a third kid. When Karen came along, they didn’t bother to displace one of them, so just stuck her in with one of them (Kevin) at random.

Kenny carries the gene for red hair.

Either (or both) Laura and Thomas have brown eyes. This is why Craig has black hair. (Relying on a quick google search for this one).

If Stan looks a lot like Randy as he gets older, right down to the eyes, Shelley looks like Sharon, but with Randy’s eyes.

Stan sometimes feels like the outsider in the group because not only do the other three hold biological keepsakes of the others (Kenny’s eyes –> Cartman; Cartman’s kidney –> Kyle), Kyle and Kenny (K’s) both wear the same shade of orange, and all three are called by unvoiced guttural (“kuh”) vocatives. He’s just Stan. He and Kenny have the same last initial, though.

Out of all the moms, Mrs. Tweek has the biggest tits. I’m sorry I don’t make these rules.

She and Richard fuck like rabbits too I think

While there’s a massive gap between how Stan is viewed and how Cartman is viewed, but out of Stan’s Gang, Stan is held in the lowest esteem just after Cartman. Wendy and his looks boost his popularity a bit, but it’s still rather low.

Kenny is held in the highest esteem by the way, because people know he just joins the guys and doesn’t really instigate.

Craig has alexithymia.

Clyde picked up some mannerisms, like speaking with little affect, from Craig.

Clyde was a mommy’s boy, but Betsy was always rather eccentric and pedantic.

I’m not sold on this but I have thought about Betsy having PCOS.

Maybe I’m biased but I like to think that if Clyde outright said the words “I don’t like Janice and I don’t want her in this house” / “I’m not ready for a stepmom”, I think Roger would adhere. Probably just me being biased.

Sharon hates being filmed, and if she sees either a video or photo of her she will immediately pat her hair and say “oh look at my hair there” or touch her face and go “oh my, I look godawful in that”.

Cartman flexes his ability to eat bacon on Kyle a lot.

Craig has a fear of dressing Stripe up in costumes. Tweek has suggested it, but Craig shot it down immediately.

Wonder Tweek’s costume is from Craig’s closet, and the reason his is shit is because he was too busy helping Tweek’s with his because Tweek found organising his own costume too stressful.

Randy taught Kenny how to swim in Kyle’s backyard blow up paddling pool.

Cartman is a weak ass swimmer.

[feministsouthpark]

Mrs. Tweak - Character analysis (Part 2)

Last time I only got to cover her introduction episode, but now we're here to see her roles in season 3 and beyond! She is next seen in Tweek vs. Craig. Which is coincidentally the episode in which Pam Brady - the writer whom I praised for crafting this character - appears in some live action footage. Helen has only one scene though, but at least it dives into her past a little.

Tweek: Dad, if some kid in school wants to fight me, what should I do?? Richard: Son, let me tell you a little story about when your mother and I first met. [gets up and stands next to her. Peaceful music plays] You see, a long time ago, there were a lot of guys who were after your mother. She used to be very attractive. Helen: It's true. I was. [Tweek bobs as he listens] Richard: Well, when I started courting your mother, there was this big muscular football player named Quib, who didn't take too kindly to me. He wanted your mother all to himself. And so, one day, he challenged me to a fight. [sits down, and both parent resume eating. Tweek waits for the rest of the story.] Of course, in typical suburban husband fashion, Richard is not trying anymore to court her, and talks about her attractiveness in a way that suggests that he only appreciates the beauty of youth, and not the beauty of a gracefully aging woman. Helen's response of accepting this thought however derives from the fact that she is not as happy and free as she was back then. She doesn't see herself as attractive, because she doesn't try. As a wife, her glory days are gone. She doesn't do her hair to impress anymore, she doesn't dress pretty. She doesn't do it for him, but neither does she do it for herself, most probably because she doesn't feel like she has the freedom to express herself, a wife who is not emancipated enough, even though she has strong beliefs of her own and not afraid to disagree with his husband. It just seems she has kind of given up on self-care.

Tweek: [after a long lull] Well? Helen: Well what, honey? Tweek: Nrr. What happened? Richard: Oh'd. I, I don't know. He moved away or something. Helen: Yes, I think that's right. Tweek: Rrrrr! You guys never help me! [the parents look at each other, and Tweek starts banging his head against the table] Your stories never go anywhere! I hate it! I want out! I want out! [the parents resume eating] So the story starts as an explanation of why they are together. But all we learn is that Helen had at least one other serious suitor, called Quib. It sounds like he was an aggressive fellow, and I'm sure Helen wouldn't be better off, if she had chosen him over Richard. But I also feel like she didn't chose herself anyway, and that inner unhappiness might be the reason she has trouble communicating with her son. She gets one other mention in the episode by the ever-so-critical-of-her Kyle, however it's just to manipulate Tweek into fighting with Craig, nonetheless, Tweek's reaction conveys his respect and appreciation of his mother.

Kyle: Yeah. And then Craig's family came on and said Tweek was the wuss, and then punched Tweek's mom in the hooters.

The third episode she appears in is Chinpokomon. Helen and Richard appear as an item, and she is yet to show interest in anything that isn't connected to him. The two of them are seem to be in a friend group with the Marshes, the Broflovskis, Liane and the McCormicks. Even before the Stotches were ever shown hanging out with these folks. The most sure friendship from here are the Marshes, since they were the ones who invited the Tweaks over. In fact, they are closer to the Marshes than the McCormicks, they get invited over by them again in Timmy 2000. Here is also the first time we see them along with Craig's parents, Laura and Thomas.

And Helen also developed a stronger friendship with Sheila, since the next time we see her is in the Broflovski home, when decides to speak up in her only speaking line through season 4 - guess what - to rip on Kyle whose kidneys are failing.

"Oh my, he looks terrible." - Helen Tweak about Kyle Kyle v. Eric rivalry who? Never heard of them, it's all Kyle v. Helen. Next time we see her is in prison, where she went over false molestation accusations, a town-wide motion against all grown-ups, launched by Kyle, who else.

Wow! I thought the Marshes never hang with the Blacks! But in S5 they did, and also the Tweaks and the Tuckers and the Stotches. The Tweaks regular appearances seem to be at this house, so today's character analysis quickly transformed into a Marsh family friend group study.

An instance when we see Helen doing house chores is in Towelie, when she is in the backyard pulling down some clothes she's had drying on clotheslines.

The scene is mostly about the soldiers being stupid and shooting at towels, but it also shows how she reacts to extreme situations. She is very much intimidated by their actions, but she doesn't scream or yell unlike the other victims we see in the same episode. Telling that she keeps her frustrations deep inside herself. Even appearance after her first episode (co-written by Pam Brady) she seems to be seen as a repressed and suppressed by Trey and Matt. Unlike some tumblr users, I don't actually think every detail they do roots in their care for characters whose name they often forgot, switch or they doesn't even name them, they care for their characters, yes, but a lot of details get lost in their memories. However why I think the depiction here is accurate, since they usually show any housewife as opressed, and Helen's clothing screams "tradwife", which is why she got to be the focus of this scene. She is as much of a stereotype as all the characters are.

Then we see her again in front of the Marsh house with her family. The crowd is in panic. Stan received a package from Afghanistan a few months after the terrorist attacks. Richard gives Tweek coffee and Helen is just standing there silently, frightened to her bones, looking with an empty stare, dead on the inside. Anyway, join me next time /probably tomorrow/, with analysis on her season 6 appearances! Have a nice day!

[falloutjay]

Wait we can request more than once? Okay then... I wish for Craig x Insecure! Reader (and also kind of x Tweek). So basically we get into a relationship with Craig, at first our personalitiy from very cheery and everything is peachy keen at first.

But then Craig starts ignoring us or shrugging us off, thats when we start being insecure and start thinking dark things like: what did I do wrong? Is there someone else? Am I that annoying?.

So trying to be progressive with her life, we take a job at Tweek coffee, (also sidenote everyone noticed our change in behavior and were worried, but didn't know how to ask how). So Tweek becomes the brave soul to ask us what's wrong. And we spill our problems out to him, Tweek doesn't know what to do but gives us a shoulder to cry on , few weeks roll by, and we find we have alot in common with him, so we start hanging out with him, almost completely forgetting about Craig. (It's up to you if you want Tweek to gain feelings for us)

By this time, Craig has started to notice and gets in the same position as we were (although more jealous than insecure), it isn't until a girl makes a comment about how she'd leave Craig too if he treated her like that, does Craig connect the dots and apologizes, they compromise their relationship and try to be a better couple and be peachy again (or you could do another ending where Tweek goes 'Treat you better' and fights for us).

I'm so so so sorry that I took so long! I just really wanted to take my time on this and really get into it, since I love the request! <3

I'm also sorry that Tweeks route is shorter but hey, at least we can choose which of the two deserves our love. :)

Thank you for being so patient and requesting! <3

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Craig Tucker x Insecure!Reader X Tweek Tweak

The sun on your skin felt wonderful. There is nothing better to do, than to hang out outside on a sunny, warm, and beautiful day in South Park.

To your luck your relatively new boyfriend Craig asked if you wanted to hang out with his friends and him when they would go to Starks Pond. Naturally, you said yes, getting finally a chance to also hang out with his friends.

While the guys were busy playing catch with a ball, you and Bebe, Clyde's on/off Girlfriend sat on the picnic blanket that she bought along.

It was also the first time you hung out with her and honestly, you were happy to basically get to know all these different people.

Bebe was a ray of absolute sunshine, and her boyfriend was the funniest dork you had ever seen.

Token was a more serious guy but oh so nice to you as well. Tweek and Jimmy were nice too and the quieter ones of the bunch.

"So... You and Craig huh?" Bebe asked you and you finally preyed your eyes from the black-haired boy away.

"Yeah. I was surprised when he asked me out." You laughed and Bebe did so too.

"How come?"

"I don't know. Kinda thought maybe I was out of his league. I'm not the most popular person around school and most people don't know me. Unlike you guys. You and Stans Friends are basically famous."

"That's only because of all the weird shit that sometimes happens around here." You nodded.

“So, how is he?” Bebe continued her questioning and you thought about it for a second before answering.

“Honestly, he’s a real sweetheart. Totally not like you would imagine him to be when you don’t know him too well.”

“That sounds so cute.” Bebe said dreamingly.

Your conversation was disrupted by a ball flying towards you. It landed just a few feet away from the blanket you and Bebe were seated on and Craig came sprinting.

He smiled when he picked up the ball and came closer to you.

“Sorry for that. I think Token was distracted by your beauty.” Bebe giggled in the background and you had the widest smile possible on your face.

“No problem. But I think you need to tell Token I’m taken then. By the prettiest boy around the school.” Now Bebe rolled her eyes.

“Ahh, to be in love like that again.” Now Craig couldn’t contain his laughter. He looked over to where Clyde was standing and obviously waiting for him to bring their ball back.

“Go back. They are waiting for you.” You said, pointing over to the boys. Craig nodded, but quickly pressed a kiss onto your lips, before sprinting right back to his friends.

 It was a beautiful day that was always on your mind. Now more than ever. Recently Craig had been rather cold to you and you really had no idea why.

He simply became less and less affectionate, when you would do something together, he barely talked, and he generally seemed changed.

He was angrier, cold, and seemed distant. It hurt you a lot, but talking to him about it was impossible, since he would just not admit that something changed.

It started getting to you. It poisoned your heart and mind that he was behaving in such a way towards you.

Maybe…Maybe he was seeing someone else... But no. Craig wouldn’t do that…Would he? Maybe he just realized you're annoying but didn’t want to break up.

“H-Hey Y/N!” Jimmy called out to you.

You waited for him to walk up to you since you were getting books for the weekend out of your locker. When he was finally next to you, he seemed giddy.

“I was wo-wondering if yo-you’d like to help TimTim and m-m-me with a project?” He asked, a pleasant smile on his face while he waited for your answer.

That smile turned into a frown when you shook your head.

“Sorry, I think I will just stay at home this weekend. I'm not feeling too well…” You lied, hoping Jimmy would not see through your fake smile.

Of course, he saw right through it, but he didn’t know what to do. None of your friends did. They all noticed how different you had become, how you smiled less and less and seemed more in thought.

They weren’t sure what to actually do, or how to help, so they just hope that you would maybe come to them and talk about it.

“Oh o-okay. No problem.” Jimmy said, and you could clearly hear that he was hurt, but he already continued walking.

You starred after him, wishing you weren’t so complicated. You felt like you kept only hurting everyone around you. With a deep sigh, you closed your locker and shouldered your backpack.

“Maybe…Maybe I need to change something…” you mumbled while walking towards the school’s entrance.

Craig had football training anyway, so it’s not like anyone was waiting for you, or that you had any desire to talk to anyone.

Someone hesitantly, you pulled out your phone and went onto Craig's contact.

“Hey, you got time this weekend? <3”

The least you could keep doing is trying you told yourself, even if you felt more and more like an idiot. A few minutes later you got an answer from him.

“Sorry, no time. Maybe next weekend.”

You wondered how many times he had said that by now. It felt like a million times.

Were you really that horrible that he couldn’t stand you anymore?

That it was too much to give you a merciful breakup instead of keep dragging this to the inevitable? And yet you also refused to break up with him.

There still was this small hope that maybe he would come around, see he was being a dick, and change his ways.

You loved him a lot.

And whenever you thought about breaking up, your heart ached. It was a horrible situation for you. And you wished you could escape it.

 “Okay, Y/N. I think that’s all you need to know. If you have any more questions, you can ask our son, Tweek when he will arrive. He got a doctor’s appointment today, otherwise, he will be here before you. He’s weird but nice.”

“Eh…Mister Tweak, I know him, we got to the same school and sometimes meet up.” You said, raising an eyebrow.

Mister Tweak, your new employer, simply smiled. You sometimes weren’t sure if he actually listened.

He was an odd fella, but you were just happy to have a little side job, that gave you okay money and had good hours.

You were looking around the shop in your new Tweeks Bros. apron when the door flung open. Tweek stepped into the shop, rambling about god knows what, and took his backpack off.

He stopped dead in his tracks when he laid eyes on you.

“Y-y-you applied here?” He questioned, seeming genuinely surprised.

You and Tweek didn’t hang out that much. He and Jimmy were little busy bees and therefore weren’t at every hangout, unlike Token, Clyde, and Craig.

“Yeah, I thought I…Might need some change or something like that.”

Richard Tweak clapped his hands and proclaimed: “Good, you two seem to get along. Then I will go home. Have a great first day, Y/N!” Tweek and you watched his father leave.

“So…What happened to the well-known fact that your father is a cheapskate and hires no one to save money?” You asked.

“My mother u-urged him to hire someone so that he can be home more. No idea how she convinced him.” Tweek smiled awkwardly, as so did you.

You never noticed before how little you had talked to the twitchy blonde.

Tweek walked behind the counter where you were and also took his apron.

“My dad already explained the basics?” He questioned to which you nodded. “Good, because honestly, I-I suck at explaining things.”

You loved Tweeks smile, and it involuntarily made you smile too.

“Well, I hope this job will get my mind off things.” You mentioned absentmindedly and the blonde cocked his head to the side.

He would love to ask what going on, but he felt awkward. Like it wasn’t his place to ask. And yet in a short-lived moment of bravery, he asked: “Yo-You’re... alright?” His anxiety shortly piped up, making him scared that maybe you didn't appreciate being asked if you're okay and that he already messed up with you.

You let out a deep sigh, the fake smile appearing once more.

“Yeah, don’t worry about it.”

“I feel like you’re lying about it.” Tweek wanted to slap his hands over his mouth, felt incredibly surprised that it just came out of his mouth and he immediately mumbled a quick sorry.

“It is fine. It’s just… I don’t know if I can tell you. You’re friends with Craig and shit.”

“D-don’t worry about that, honestly. I wouldn’t dare to tell anyone anything that yo-you tell me in private.” Tweek said, stepping closer to you. He pressed his index finger onto his lips, smiling at you.

“Well…Since you're the first guy to ever ask me...I just feel like Craig doesn’t like me anymore. Just…Whenever I ask him if we want to hang out, he tells me off, he doesn’t kiss me or anything, I just… Maybe he has someone else on his mind already.”

Tweek felt overwhelmed by your sudden confession, not having thought you would actually tell him.

“If you want to hear my honest opinion as someone who is close friends with him, there is no one. Craig is not that kind of guy. Maybe there’s a lot going on with him right now and he just can’t tell you. M-maybe give him some space and he'll come around. I know we not really all that close or anything, but if you ever need anyone to talk to, I-I’m here.”

You smiled, feeling actually better, even if you never would have thought talking about it would help.

“Maybe you’re right. And I now have a job, so some time apart might be the right thing.” You shrugged.

You heard the bell above the entrance door ring, signaling a customer arrived.

“Well, let’s see how you do on your first day.” Tweek smiled and gave you a little notepad to go and take the customer’s order.

 Weeks had flown by and you had a wonderful time at Tweeks Bros.

Tweek’s parents were incredibly sweet to you, sometimes making you coffee or giving you a cake or cookie free of charge.

Tweek himself had become a really good friend to you. Outside of work, you now hung out at school, sitting together at lunch, or sometimes even hung out on the weekend.

When Craig and you would meet up on rare occasions you texted with him. Tweek was a wonderful person to talk to.

There even was an incident when Craig asked you to hang out and you declined, stating that you had already promised to Tweek that you two would bake cupcakes that day.

“Wait, so you love Fav/Flavor cupcakes too?” Tweek asked feeling giddy, as you two were out shopping.

“Yes. I never found someone who loves them as much as I do!” You happily proclaimed, feeling amazed at how much you and the blonde had in common.

While nearing the checkout area, Craig spotted you two.

He was out shopping with his family. Somewhat angry, he stomped over.

“So you’re busy today, Y/N?” He said sarcastically and let his eyes wander over you two.

“Yeah, like I said. Me and Tweek are baking today.” He nodded, looking obviously not pleased.

Tweek shifted around uncomfortably, hoping this ordeal would end.

“Well, we gotta get going, those cupcakes aren’t making themselves. I'll bring you one on Monday if you’d like.” You smiled.

Craig only stared coldly at Tweek, who wished the earth would just swallow him whole.

“Okay. Have fun then.” Craig mumbled and walked away fuming.

“C-c-come on, Y/N, let’s get going.” Tweek said, tugging you along to the checkout.

“Bullshit. I’m sure Tweek is hitting on them!” Craig fumed, walking up and down in Tokens living room.

Token, Clyde, and Bebe were all there to see Craig's emotional outburst.

Bebe was leaning on Clyde, reading a magazine while Token and Clyde tried their very best to keep their fuming friend calm.

“Tweek? Tweek Tweak? The shyest, weirdest kid in our goddamn school? Are you on fucking drugs?” Token exclaimed, not believing the bullshit Craig kept on spewing.

“Token is right, Tweek is not that kind of guy. He’s our friend and he’s a pure soul. You’re seeing danger where there is none.” Clyde said and looked at Craig with a worrying expression.

Craig huffed and let himself fall onto the opposing couch to where the others were seated.

Bebe kept chewing her bubblegum.

“What ya mean seeing danger where there is none? There is?” Bebe mentioned now sarcastically and kept reading her magazine, obviously not understanding any of the guys here.

Craig made a questioning sound, hoping Bebe would elaborate. She didn’t seem interested in answering until Clyde asked her politely.

“Oh my god.” She exclaimed annoyed and sat up, closing her magazine.

“Craig, do you honestly think you have been a good boyfriend? Because, frankly, you haven’t been great at all. You always ditched Y/N, kept them at distance, you didn’t give two flying fucks about the relationship and now you’re mad they turned to someone how obviously cares more about them? I would have broken up a long time ago. Consider yourself lucky that they didn’t do so already when Tweek seems like a much better option than you are right now.”

Craig's heart stung, and Clyde looked at his girlfriend in shock.

“Honey, you can’t just say that!” Clyde whispered, but Craig stopped him.

“No, I guess she’s right. I was a dick I think. I need to apologize.” Bebe nodded and so did Token. The black boy looked over to the blonde woman, mouthing a “Thank you” to her, to which she smiled.

 Craig felt like an idiot. A big one. He was now standing here, flowers in his hand, looking through the glass windows of Tweek Bros..

He saw his girlfriend laughing together with his blonde friend and his heart hurt when he saw it.

He loved Y/N. He didn’t want to lose them.

So, with a little confidence, he stepped into the coffee shop and Tweek was the first to spot him, he smiled at him waving.

When he spotted the flowers in Craig's arm and his nervous expression, Tweek could easily guess why he was here. So, he excused himself from Y/N and went to that back of the shop.

Confused, you turned around and seeing your black-haired boyfriend standing there, looking all awkward made you smile involuntarily.

“H-Here. These are for you.” Craig mumbled, passing you the beautiful bouquet of different flowers over the counter. He extended his hand, asking for your, which you gladly gave him.

“Hey, I know I have been a dick recently and I wanted to apologize. I really didn’t see that I had hurt you and there was a lot going on for me, which is why I wanted to stay alone for a while. I now know that that’s stupid. So, I am asking, can you please forgive me?”

You felt dumbfounded. This was everything you wished for, ever since Craig started being so cold and here, he was, flowers and apology were already given and now it was up to you to decide if you two still had a future ahead of you.

You kept opening and closing your mouth, not really knowing what to say at all.

You wanted to get words out so desperately, but you simply could not…

  If you choose Craig:

 Finally taking a deep breath, you smiled and with teary eyes said: “You’re forgiven. Just…don’t ever do that again.”

“Never ever again.” Craig agreed and you quickly walked around the counter to hug him.

While he held you close, he whispered to you.

“I’m sorry that I have been so cold. My grandma died recently, and it affected me more than I thought it would…I just wanted to be alone.”

“It’s okay.” You whispered back, just feeling happy that your beloved boyfriend came around.

“So, to make that lost time up to you…” Craig broke away from your hug and you smiled contently at each other.

“Wanna go out for dinner next weekend?”

“I’d love to, honey.” The bell of the shop rang once more, and some elderly men came in.

“Seems like I gotta go back to work.” You mumbled, watching the men get seated.

“Yeah. So, I’ll be on my way, don’t wanna keep you from work. You look cute in your apron though.” You giggled, biting your lower lip.

“I’ll text you when I’m off work.” He nodded, waved, and went outside.

You stared after him for a moment before you took the new customer's orders.

While preparing the coffee and cake Tweek came back and looked at you with a curious expression.

“He apologized and invited me for dinner next weekend.”

“S-sounds amazing. Does that mean… you will stop working here?” He asked and you immediately shook your head.

“Not at all. I love it here and I love working here with you.”

Tweek smiled widely, happy that his friend would stay with him in the shop.

“I really hope you got some nice clothes for that dinner.” Tweek said while he had a glance at your note block to help you prepare.

“I have something in mind. But maybe you’re interested in coming over and help me pick something fitting? And before that, we will try that new recipe for the raspberry cupcakes and banana bread?”

You asked, sincerely hoping Tweek was onboard.

“Yes, that sounds great.” You were somewhat thankful that Craig had been acting so weirdly.

It allowed you to really get to know the blonde coffee addict that you would now even consider your best friend.

“But n-next time he acts up, offer him some cupcakes with la-laxatives in it.”

The customers were looking over to the two laughing idiots behind the counter.

“Oh my god. Where did you get that idea?”

“Have I ever told you the story of W-WikiLeaks and how Cartman got thrown under a bus by t-teachers?”

“No?”

“You’re in for a treat, trust me.”

The following weekend was wonderful for you.

You had a great afternoon with Tweek, baking and trying on outfits, and your dinner with your boyfriend was amazing too.

You had never seen him so well-kempt and without his signature hat, so it came as a surprise when he stood outside of your door like that.

The dinner itself was a new fond memory of yours. You ordered food and talk for hours on end, catching up on what you two had been missing out on for so long...

  If you choose Tweek:

You didn��t know why your heart arched; you had known it for so long already but just hoped that you didn’t have to do this.

“I-I…” Craig stared at you.

“I am sorry… I just think we should break up…I think I caught feelings for someone else.” You decided to be completely honest and noticed the change in his expression immediately, even if he tried to play it cool.

“I could have guessed that. Tweek is not a bad guy at all… I just want you to know, I am really sorry for how I behaved and maybe we can remain friends?”

“We will see, Craig.” You awkwardly nodded at each other and he left the shop, obviously defeated.

Tweek poked his head out from the backdoor and questioned where your friend went.

“Home, I guess. We broke up.”

Tweek walked towards you and gave you a hug.

“I-I am so sorry to hear, b-but how come. I thought he wanted to apologize?” “I-I-…guess I just don’t feel the same anymore... My time here at the shop and everything made me realize that I can do better…And you proofed me that especially.”

You took his hand in yours, and he jittered and twitched insanely in this for him unusual situation.

You noticed the red blush on his cheeks, and you smiled warmly at him.

“You treated me so much better than he did recently.”

“Well…I-I-…I d-do like you.” Tweek managed to stutter, and you felt your face heat up.

“Hey…Maybe want to hang out next weekend and make dinner together? My parents are out of town.”

Tweek nodded, feeling happy when the bell above the door made you two instantly gain distance.

To Tweek this was new, a close friend of his hinting that they like him and everything.

That was simply too much for him.

The pressure he felt was immense and yet, he felt happy, giddy… In love.

He felt bad for Craig, his friend, and yet happy since you choose to spend time with him.

That slight red blush kept lingering on his cheeks, as he watched you work. With such ease, you managed to make his head spin.

“Just keep doing you. She liked you well enough until now!” He thought to himself to keep calm.

He just had to keep on doing what he did until now and everything would be fine. Basically, a date with the girl he liked the next weekend?

He will try to manage…

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Big Gnome

Craig Tucker was in no way oblivious, he could tell when his stuff was going missing. In particular, his sweatshirts he was so fond of. Yes, he did indeed have multiple of the same sweatshirt, his mother insistent on making sure he had extras in the case he lost one, or it tore, or perhaps it was stolen. 

Yes, he was aware that someone was stealing his sweatshirts, in particular, a younger shakey blonde. He gave him one to borrow, and it was returned, and then it disappeared, along with Craig’s spare. 

Tweek basically lived at Craig’s house, spending a lot of his free time there and spent the night most days. Yeah, they did spend quite a lot of time together, but they still hung out with their own friends. Craig would hang out with Clyde, Token, and Jimmy and play some video games or just chill out. Tweek would meet up with Scott or Butters and they would do stuff on their own, whether it be board games or just talking about what was going on.

There was no jealousy, and they trusted each other. Being in a relationship for six years helped too, as everyone knew they were exclusive. 

That being so, Craig was rather convinced that his sweatshirt disappearing was Tweek’s doing. 

He didn’t just forget things, he’d remember if he set his sweatshirt down. He doubted anyone would steal it either, it was just a plain blue sweatshirt.

Unless, of course, they wanted to send a message.

Not to him, but to everyone else. A message that said; “Back off, he’s mine.”

Tweek didn’t need to, he had no competition. To Craig, that twitchy blonde was the universe, someone he was committed to. Tweek could be a murderer, and Craig would still be head over heels for him.

The only problem was, he had no proof it was actually Tweek. 

Craig may have been (and occasionally, still was) a level fourteen thief, but when it came to Tweek, he outranked him. The only man who could steal from Craig Tucker and not get caught was Tweek Tweak. Even the level fifteen thief, Douchebag, had gotten caught trying to sneak past him. Tweek however, could rob Craig blind right in front of him and he wouldn’t notice. Not because Tweek was stealthy, but because he would be distracted by the beautiful man in front of him.

He decided he wanted to find out if his lovely boyfriend was in fact the reason his sweatshirts kept disappearing, and to do that he decided that instead of spending the night at his house, they would be spending it at Tweek’s instead.

 So that being said, he sent a text to tell Tweek he would be spending the night at his house with him. The only reason Tweek was home was because his father wanted him to spend some time at least in the house for “the family aspect of the business.”   

Craig hated Richard for a few reasons. The main one being that he didn’t truly care for Tweek and only used him for his own gain. He once thanked him for dating his son, like he was doing it for Richard or like it was a burden he had to carry.

Thinking about it made his blood boil. He didn’t understand how someone could not care about their kids. He knew it happened, he just didn’t understand why it happened.

Yes, Craig was typically cold to most. Yes, he had been a bully. He was different now though. Maybe not to the outside eye, but to those close to him it was obvious. He was less irritable and cruel, and more patient. It would be difficult to connect these changes to anyone but Tweek. He could, in theory, be maturing. In reality, however, Tweek taught him a lot.

Of all the couples in South Park, they were the pair seemingly guaranteed to last. Soulmates, dare he think. 

He would make it last. He was sixteen, young enough to be told he wasn’t old enough to know what he was feeling, but in his opinion, he was old enough to know what he was feeling.

What he was feeling was love, he decided when he was thirteen. Three years later, the feelings had only intensified, confirming his suspicions. They were like two puzzle pieces; they fit perfectly together. Their bodies, their personalities, just like pencil and paper or the moon and the stars.

What didn’t fit together was his sweatshirts and disappearing.

Which is exactly why he was walking down the street as the sun set, daydreaming away. He arrived on the Tweak’s doorstep and noticed the lights on in the living room. He sighed in annoyance. Richard was probably sitting on the couch, watching the news to see what trends he could hop on board of. He knocked to be polite despite the fact it was no longer necessary, and to his dismay, saw Richard stand from his seat.

“Hello Craig,” Richard said with a smile, “Are you spending the night on this fine evening. Fine, like the freshly ground coffee-”

“Yes I am,” Craig interrupted quickly. He didn’t need to hear him go off about coffee, no matter how many years passed or how many times he said it, his coffee still tasted like shit.

“Alright son, Tweek is upstairs.” He patted him and returned to the couch, watching intently for anything teenagers may be attracted to.

 Craig moved swiftly up the stairs, eager as always to see his boyfriend. He didn’t think he’d ever not be eager to see his boyfriend, not after ten years, not after a thousand years, not after a million. 

He opened the door slowly as to not startle Tweek and saw the blonde sitting at his table and working on a lego set. He was focused, his head snapping from his book to the blocks in his hands. Craig wasn’t sure that he had even heard the door open. He took a few steps towards the blonde and tapped his foot a few times to mimic knocking.

“Hey babe,” Craig said. Tweek carefully placed the lego structure on the table and hurried towards Craig, wrapping his arms around him. 

“My God, man! I thought you were joking when you said you were coming over tonight!”

“Why would I be joking?”

“I don’t know, I just thought you weren’t actually coming!”

“Don’t want me here?” Craig smirked.

“No, no, no! Opposite of that, dick.” Tweek stuck his tongue out playfully. “Whenever I’m here, my parents drive me crazy!”

“I know, honey, I know.” Craig squeezed him and then released his grip. “One day we’ll be out of here, Tweek,” he murmured, running his hand down Tweek’s cheek.

“Someday soon, I hope,” Tweek muttered. Craig kissed Tweek’s forehead and rested his chin atop his head.

“After we graduate, we’ll get a place of our own, baby. I promise.” Tweek placed a kiss on his chin and smiled.

“Did you eat already, Craig? Because I can go grab you something if you want.”

“Yes, Tweek, I already ate. It’s like eight at night now,” he chuckled. “What about you, Tweekers? Did you eat?” Tweek nodded.

“Yeah, I was just gonna finish this set and then go to bed.” Tweek pulled away and sat in front of the unfinished building. Craig followed swiftly and picked him up, seating himself in the chair and placing Tweek on his lap.

“I’ll keep you company,” Craig breathed into his neck. Tweek shuddered but continued his work. 

It took around three hours for Tweek to finally finish his project, no thanks at all to Craig who kept running his hands up and down his body, planting random kisses on him, and squeezing rather vulnerable spots.

Craig completely forgot about why he had even come over to spend the night in the first place. That is, until Tweek asked to be released so he could brush his teeth and shower.

“It’s eleven at night, and you want to take a shower?” Craig asked, “Why not just forget it and go to bed?”

“Because I didn’t take one this morning. I like being clean. It won’t take long dude. You can do what you need to in there first so you don’t have to wait for me.” 

“Yeah, I’ll go first. But I’m still going to wait for you.” Craig took his hand and kissed it before removing his grasp to allow Tweek to get up. 

Craig went to the bathroom, feeling suspense now that it was almost time for his plan to come to full fruition. He gave Tweek a kiss as they passed in the hallway and returned to the bedroom.

He took a moment to really look at the lego creation. It was a city block, with a pet shop, cafe, and living space. Three of Tweek’s favourite things in one creation. He shook his head, he was getting distracted.

Focused on his mission, he opened the closet door and looked inside the small space.

He was surprised, not at the fact that indeed, both of his sweatshirts were in there, but at how many other articles of his clothing were there as well. Shirts in particular, but there were a few pairs of pants hidden around too, most likely however from Craig himself throwing them in a random place. He suspected there was more too, just not as organised as the ones he found. He smiled a little thinking about why Tweek had stolen the clothes in the first place.

Craig moved to the bed, taking his shirt off and tossing it off somewhere off to the side and laid himself on his side of the bed. He listened to the running water in the other room, the soft humming coming for a beautiful angel, and the wind gently blowing against the windows. If he hadn’t been at the end of a mystery he may have fallen asleep.

Tweek kept to his word, soon coming into the bedroom wearing a shirt that hung loosely off his body (perhaps because it belonged to Craig). His hair was drooping downwards and sticking to his face due to the water. Craig reconsidered his opinion that Tweek was an angel. He thought he was a god in disguise now.

“Craig, I thought you would have fallen asleep,” Tweek yawned. He wouldn’t normally be tired, thanks to all the caffeine in his system. With Craig, however, he didn’t feel as stressed or the urge to drink (as much) coffee. His addiction to caffeine was wearing off but in turn, he was picking up a new one.

At least the new one didn’t cost anything and was much more pleasing in his opinion.

“Nah, I told you I would wait for you.” Tweek chuckled quietly.

“You can’t control sleep, dear,” he smiled. Craig smiled back and pushed himself off the bed.

“I can try. Also, that shirt looks familiar for some reason.” Tweek looked down at the white shirt that was now slightly sliding off his shoulder and back to Craig.

“Yeah, I found it on the floor over there. I think someone lost it in here somehow,” Tweek teased. Craig couldn’t keep his smile from growing but shook his head gently. He moved past Tweek and opened the closet. He gestured slightly to the stash of his clothing and crossed his arms.

“You know, I’ve been looking for these,” Craig pointed at his sweatshirts dangling from hangers. “I need at least one of them.”

“Well, I need one too for when I’m trapped in this hell hole,” Tweek huffed, crossing his arms. 

“I need one too so I don’t fucking freeze to death Tweek.” Tweek made a few small sounds and one of his hands moved to pull at his hair. Craig took a few quick steps forward and took his hands to keep them from doing any damage to those golden locks.

“You can’t freeze to death, what would I do?” Tweek twitched slightly and Craig sighed.

“I meant it as an expression, babe. I would never leave you,” Craig said softly.

“You better not, asshole.” Craig laughed.

“Nice to know you love me. Now can I please have one of my sweatshirts? I don’t care about the rest of the stuff you stole.”

“No, you can take it tomorrow when we go to school. It’s time to sleep for fuck’s sake.” Tweek wriggled out of Craig’s grip and went to the bed, laying with his back against the wall. “Well? Are you coming?”

“Of course,” Craig snorted. He slid into the bed across from Tweek so their faces were only inches apart. He looked into those blue eyes that he so often found himself getting lost in and found himself absentmindedly wrapping his arms around Tweek and pulling him closer, earning a squeak from the boy.

Tweek flipped himself so instead of facing the room, he was now facing the wall. He pushed himself so he was flush against Craig and sighed in content. God, he loved cuddling.

There was nothing sexual in their closeness, instead it being love and trust. Tweek would never have his back to someone if they were alone in a room unless it was his partner, and even then they had to have a strong trust. Craig, in turn, would never allow himself to appear soft or even caring for that matter. Simply cold and distant. 

They had something special that almost no other couple in South Park had.

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Creek Wedding Headcanons

-After like a billion years of being together Tweek starts dropping some hints that they might want to consider taking their relationship to the next level... nudge nudge....

-And Craig is just really confused because "tweek we've already had sex" "THATS NOT WHAT I MEANT" "lots of it, actually" "HAJSHJAHAHA"

-Until finally he's hanging out with Kenny and he's complaining that "tweek's been acting so weird lately, he keeps on saying how much he loves me and that he wants to take our relationship to the next level and that we should start thinking about the future and tax benefits and stuff... what do you think he means kenny"

-And Kenny just picks up his newspaper, rolls it up, and whacks him on the fucking head with it

- "ow! kenny why did you do that?" "MMPPH MPH MMM!!!" "what?? marriage??? tweek... wants to....MARRY me?????"

-Cue a very flustered blushy boy who grabs his things, tells Kenny he needs to go, and rushes to find a jewelry shop

-Meanwhile Tweek figures Craig will never get the hint, so he goes off and does some ring shopping of his own. You know, to get the ball rolling already

-That very night they're lying on their couch watching TV together, and it's commercial break, and Tweek is wearing nothing but an oversized coffee stained shirt, a pair of Craig's boxers and a relaxed expression on his face as he eats popcorn from Craig's hat (currently a makeshift bowl)

-And Craig decides this is the perfect time to propose.

-So he slips off the couch claiming he needs to go to the bathroom, then returns a minute later with a small black box

-Except Tweek isn't really paying attention because the commercial break is over and he's watching TV again

-So Craig picks up the remote, turns off the TV, and is promptly almost murdered by his boyfriend

- "WHAT THE FUCK, MAN!! I WAS, NGH, WATCHING THAT!!!!" "tweek calm down i have a surprise for you" "YEAH WELL I DO TOO!! ITS CALLED A KICK IN THE NUTS, ASSHOLE!!!!"

-Craig just fucking shoves the box in Tweek's face so he'll calm down

-And Tweek opens it

-And there's the most beautiful ring he's ever seen

-And he gets even angrier

- "Wh-- WHAT!!! ARE YOU PROPOSING TO ME!!!!" "yep" "NO NO NO YOU CANT DO THAT!!!!!!"

-And Craig is even more confused, not to mention a little worried he's about to get dumped-- "i thought this was what you wanted?" and Tweek just groans, even while blushing like a tomato

-And he reaches under the sofa pillow and pulls out a black box of his own and sulkily hands it over to Craig

-And that's when Craig realizes what's just happened

-Cue lots of bickering on who technically proposed to who, kisses, and "yeah i'll marry you... you're still an asshole though". They then proceed to cuddle all night long.

-Now it's time to make wedding arrangements, which actually doesn't go too badly-- Craig doesn't really give a fuck about things like seating charts and flower arrangements, so Tweek has full creative reign

-Craig's parents offer to pay for most of the expenses because they, unlike Richard "Selfish Bitch" Tweak, actually care about their son's happiness. Tweek doesn't want them paying for everything though so he takes initiative to work twice as hard at the coffee shop as well as get a second job as a cashier elsewhere

-Craig, who figures this is way too much pressure for his boyfriend fiance to cope with, kicks him out of both jobs and takes them over himself

- "you just deal with flower arrangements, honey, i'll work." "no, ngh, IM NOT--" "no need to thank me 😘"

-They end up hitting their first major hitch with the invite list.

-Both Tweek and Craig can agree on the main people they wanna invite (Craig's family, Token, Jimmy, Clyde, Kevin Stoley) but beyond that it's a bit of a mess

-Tweek wants to invite his parents (Craig figures that since his parents have always been dicks and didn't even offer anything for the wedding except Tweak Bros coffee samples for the guests, they shouldn't be invited) and Stan (Craig would rather eat his fucking socks than have that sexually ambiguous jock at his wedding)

-Craig wants to invite Thomas (Tweek isn't too partial to the idea of inviting Craig's first crush to their wedding, of all things) and Kenny ("oh, so we can't invite stan but we can invite, ack, KENNY???" "cut me some slack babe")

-They finally compromise by only letting Tweek's mom come, letting Stan come only if he brings Kenny as his date (because lol), and inviting Thomas to the reception

-This brings them to their second (and final) major hitch: outfits.

-In all the weddings they've ever been to they've seen at least one person, or maybe both, wear the dress. This has led to them both being convinced that one of them also has to wear a dress. And, problem is, neither of them want to.

- "YOU HAVE A, NGH, BETTER FIGURE!!!" "now we both know that's not true. your ass is way better suited for a dress" "AGSHHAHAH!!!"

-This leads them to a big fight that lasts for basically the remainder of the wedding prep. So now it's the day before the wedding and they're still fighting

-After trying (and failing) to reach an agreement, they both finally storm off. And then feel bad ten minutes later.

-What do they do to fix this? Both of them privately decide to wear a dress and surprise the other one at the altar. And of course they decide this without telling each other.

-So now it's the day of the wedding, and it's a beautiful autumn day, and Tweek is standing at the altar (because let's be real, walking down the aisle would be way too much pressure for him) in a brilliant blue dress blushing like a mess

-And after waiting for a good half hour, Tricia finally skips down the aisle throwing carnations every which way and revealing [cue drum noises] Craig.

-Who is also wearing a dress.

-A floor length green one, to be precise. He already looks pretty awkward, but after seeing Tweek, who's also in a dress, his face just fucking freezes

-As he makes his way down the aisle, he's torn between flipping off Clyde who's sobbing like a baby ("our little boy, token!! he's all grown up 😭😭") or Jimmy, who whistles at him

-And when he gets to the altar, he immediately starts to bicker with Tweek under his breath about the whole dress thing while the priest reads their vows

-And finally Tweek hisses "well could you have even walked any slower down that, ack, aisle?? i could feel spiders weaving their webs in my hair!!" and Craig is like "oh, sorry. i was too busy trying not to fall over the dress that i wore for you. i don't even like green" which is a total lie and they both know it

-Then Tweek discreetly stomps on his foot from under the hem of his dress, and Craig can't help but grin, because wow. He's marrying this man

[Bonus Stan at the reception like "dude you guys realize you could have both just worn suits right" "SHUT UP STAN"]

-I just have a lot of feelings for ridiculous Creek weddings okay

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Creek-Soulmate, Part 2

Craig's head was spinning. He tried to suppress the pain in his side, to no avail, really, but he wouldn't let his children know what he was feeling.

Craig glanced over at Juliet, who was rubbing her temples, an odd expression on her face. He really wished he'd read all those books on parenting that Tweek had stacked up a mile high. Craig would never forget just how excited Tweek was when they got accepted by the adoption agency. The blonde started running around place to place, store to store, buying all the things he thought they'd need.

Craig hadn't bothered to tell him that they didn't need all the stuff he'd gotten. The look on his face was too precious. He was practically bouncing with joy. Round baby blue eyes poured out love for him. And, when they met Juliet, all that love doubled. Craig could never figure out just how Tweek could have such a never ending supply of adoration and care for his family. He never seemed to get tired when he was around them, even after a long tournament.

Craig remembered when Juliet was a bit older. She said that a lot of people in her class had siblings, then she practically begged, hands clasped, lip pouting, and eyes wide-she shared those big eyes with her father-for a baby brother.

She was so young that she didn't understand that it was different for her parents. They couldn't give her a sibling in the same way that the other kids' parents could.

But damn, those eyes had melted him. Clyde came along quickly. Craig assumed that since they were proven to be good parents, the agency hadn't had to be so slow moving.

And the baby fever started all over again for Tweek. He claimed that since they were getting a boy, he'd need to go shopping again for clothes.

Craig snorted at this. He never figured out why Tweek seemed to have to justify his actions to Craig. Craig only wanted to have Tweek be happy. If having children and buying things for them made him happy, then he'd call the agency a thousand times. He'd go to every damn shop in the entire town, the entire state, if he had to.

He just wanted the blonde to be happy.

And, now, as he saw his daughter cringing, holding her head slightly, he thought all those same thoughts again.

He asked, "Are you okay?" The slight pain in his side was growing.

Juliet looked up, eyebrows furrowed a bit, but she gave him a slight, pained smile, "I'm fine. Just a little headache."

His stomach hurt, not from the same source as his side, but from a small, familiar knotting of his innards. Tweek would always say the same thing when he was getting migraine.

Craig stood, going to the kitchen and reaching up to one of the higher shelves. Tweek had stashed all of his painkillers up here. He claimed that they had to be out of reach of the kids, but he'd put them up so high that he ended up not being able to reach them himself. Craig remembered laughing so hard that tears stung at his eyes. Tweek just folded his arms, telling him that he was childish.

Craig grasped a bottle of asprin, going back to the living room, and placing them in Juliet's palm.

The nod of thanks and small smile was worth the pain in his side as he walked. They'd all eaten, and Clyde was yawning, a small fist running at his eye. "I wanna go to bed, Dad."

Craig always got a rush of emotion when his kids called him that. It made all this feel so much more real.

Craig nodded, standing again-he had to grit his teeth; the pain in his side was growing-and reaching out for Clyde, who held out his arms. Craig lifted him up and walked to his room, painted yellow and dotted with blues and greens. Tweek had said that he wanted the kids to be able to have their rooms look like what they want. They'd brought Clyde to a store that sold all sorts of paints, and let him pick out the colours he liked. They'd made a day out of it, even giving Clyde a brush and letting him add dots and splatters where he wanted. It was his room, after all.

Tweek had his hair brushed back into a short pony tail. He was wearing an apron, and his face was flushed from all the work. Craig remembered his hand was coated with blue paint, and he touched the side of Tweek's face, earning a yelp from the blonde and a look on his face so fierce that Craig was slightly afraid for his life.

Craig tucked Clyde into bed, and the boy smiled. He left, flicking on the lamp Tweek suggested for him, and turning off the overhead light.

Craig passed Juliet in the hall as she headed up to her room. They exchanged a warm goodnight, and Craig was alone.

He ran a hand over his face. The widow didn't know what to do now. It was too early to sleep, but too late to do much else.

He entwined his fingers together, a nervous habit he'd picked up every time he didn't have Tweek with him. Craig sank into the couch, laying his head down on the arm of it, and curling up with a blanket that had been stretched across the back of it.

He was almost asleep when the pain brought him back into the world of the awake.

Craig huffed. This didn't make sense. He wasn't injured. And, fuck you, world, he didn't have a soulmate anymore. His was gone, okay? Gone. Dead. Killed by some guy that struck him too hard.

Craig remembered that guy at Tweek's funeral. He knew that most people would've been beyond livid with him, but Craig couldn't muster that emotion. The fighter had lost his career because of the accident. And, Tweek had lost his life.

He'd went up to Craig, arms behind his back, "I'm so sorry. I-I...Your husband, Tweek, he was a good guy. I, we, he...we were too into it. I was too into it." He shook his head, "I'm sorry, man."

Craig had flinched away from him. He didn't feel like talking to him, or anyone. It had taken Clyde, Token, Jimmy, all his childhood friends to finally get him to start crying. He'd been numb to it until then.

His soulmate was dead. And yet, he was feeling pain so awful that his ribs felt like they were going to crack.

Craig winced, gritting down on his teeth that weren't so good in the first place. He reached over to the little coffee table that Juliet had set the asprin on, and poured out two into his hand, choking them down. He'd never been very good at swallowing pills.

(He'd never been very good at anything, a voice at the back of his head whispered.)

He forced himself to sleep, listening to his heart beat slow down, and the pain in his side lessen to a dull throb.

...

The next day, Craig was woken up to the lights being turned on, followed by a high pitched, "Sorry, dad!"

Clyde was shouldering his bag, already dressed for school. Oh yeah, the kids had to get to school.

Craig sluggishly stood up, knowing it was his responsibility as a parent to push aside his problems and take care of his children.

Craig slid on some shoes, not bothering to change; he'd probably just go back home after dropping them off, anyway.

He ruffled Clyde's hair, making it stick up a bit, "Come on, then, kiddo. I'll get you some breakfast along the way."

Juliet was already gone, he knew, she was driving herself around now.

Clyde grinned, "Yay!" He ran out the door and hopped into the passenger side, sliding off his backpack and putting it in the space below his feet.

Craig grabbed his keys which were hanging on a small rack that he put by the door, intended to hold keys and other small forgettable, yet important, items.

Craig stopped at a donut shop along the way to the elementary school, letting Clyde pick out a couple of treats and some milk. He got a hot chocolate for himself. Despite, or perhaps because of, living with Tweek for so long, he really wasn't fond of coffee.

Craig dropped Clyde off near the front office, letting the kid jump out and shoulder his back again. He waved, "Seeya, dad!"

Craig expressed his fondness for his son in the form of a wave, and then drove off. Craig wasn't sure what to do now. He didn't have to go into work, so he was stuck waiting around for school to be over so he could pick Clyde back up.

Craig 'tsk'd, shrugging. He decided he'd drive around for a little bit. Maybe he'd see something to do. His heart skipped a beat when he passed by Tweak Bros. He hadn't been in there since...Craig did a U-turn, not caring about any cops that might see him and fine him.

He parked outside of the shop. He wasn't even sure who ran it anymore. Tweek's parents were retired and Tweek was...well, he wasn't going to be running a coffee shop any time soon.

Yet, it was still open. Craig had gotten offers to take over the business. Mr. Tweek had said, with a smile that was too bright for a man who just lost his only son, that he was family, and if anyone should run it, it should be him. Richard had even said that it'd attract business-people seeing that he cared that much to run it in the name of his husband.

Craig wasn't all too surprised. Mr. Tweak had used even his son's queer sexuality to his advantage. (Not to mention the fact that he was the cause of Tweek being addicted to drugs for half his life.)

Craig shook the thought. He was given a surprise. "Pete?"

The noirette was busy wiping off the countertop; he didn't even look up, "Yeah. What do you need?"

Craig blinked, "What are you doing? Working here?"

Pete finally looked up, "Oh. It's you." He looked better than when Craig last saw him. They really hadn't seen each other much. Just in passing when Craig was bored, laying on a booth in the shop while waiting on Tweek to finish with his shift. (Craig never did understand why-or how-Tweek ran this place when he already had a job. He was a professional boxer!)

Pete was, according to Tweek, one of their loyal costumers, and now... he's bussing tables.

Craig's throat was dry, "Dude. Why are you here?"

Pete sighed, "I don't fucking know. Richard asked me, after he said you turned him down, if I wanted to run this place. He said he wanted it to go to someone who cares about it. I just-whatever. I took the deal. I have nothing better to do."

Craig noticed the pain in his ribs had subsided. He blinked, "That's super cool of you, man, but you shouldn't have. Move on with your life. I can't stand to even be here." Craig could see a memory in every nook and cranny of this building.

Over there, in the corner booth, was where he'd take naps waiting on Tweek. And, in the back room, was where he once thought it'd be funny to throw flour on him. And, right here...where he realized he was completely in love.

Pete's jaw tensed up, "I told you. I have nothing better to do with my life. Michael's off teaching students with disabilities and prosthetics and shit, Hen is writing poetry and putting out music. Firkle's fucking married to *your* little sister!" Pete's voice raised, then dropped down to a mere whisper, "And, Stan's with Wendy." The man before him was practically trembling. "I-I have nothing but this shop now."

Craig's eyes dropped. He felt like he should do something, but he stopped. The pain, like a warning, rose again when he was thinking he should leave. Craig bit his lip, not saying a word as he went behind the counter and put on an apron.

Pete's sad, tense scowl dropped, "What are you doing?"

Craig shook his head, "I don't know. I guess I'm working with you." Just like that, it went away. The sharp clawing, stabbing, aching pain in his ribs was completely gone.

Pete's expression grew softer, "I...Okay. Then, damn, go wash your hands, you heathen."

Craig snorted, feeling genuinely able to laugh for the first time in so long, "Yes, sir."

The day passed by the two so quickly that Craig had to toss his apron aside to run to his car, "Hey, Pete, gotta pick up my son. Don't give away my job, alright?"

Even his headache was gone. Craig wondered what kind of pain he'd been feeling. Was it a driving force telling him to help the company-help Pete-, or did he imagine it?

Craig wasn't sure, but he knew he had to go back and work at that shop, for whatever reason. Somehow, someway, he'd keep both jobs. Work at his NASA base in the morning, and rush to Tweak Bros. in the evening, if he had to.

Craig hadn't ever been so sure about something in so long. He wasn't going to question the pain in his ribs. It was gone now, and that's what matters.

As he thought out a plan on how to help Pete, he could've sworn he'd felt a light kiss on his cheek, but noone was around him.

He looked up toward where he knew the stars were hiding in the day's light. Maybe it was Tweek, all along, that guided him to not only help a struggling coffee shop and its newly found owner, but to find peace with something he never would've without it.

[themisadventuresofcando]

Life #5 (South Park)

Character Sheet

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Basic

Name: Carmencita D. Tweedle

Pronunciation: Car-men-SEE-tuh

Meaning: Little Song

Nicknames: Carmen, Tweedle Dee, Mutt, Snow Bunny

Name Origins:

Carmen: Shortened from Carmen

Tweedle Dee: Used with Tweedle Dum, Middle Initial, and Last Name

Mutt: Racial Slur for Mixed Race (I will actually beat that living shit out of you if you call me this AHEM Cartman AHEM)

Snow Bunny: A weird combination of my love of snow and Kenny’s love of Playboy Bunnies

Titles: N/A

Aliases: Princess Kenny’s Personal Knight, Estrella

Alias Origin: Games with The Boys

Orientation: Heterosexual

Gender: Female

Age: 16

Date of Birth: June 4th

Star Sign: Gemini

Birth Flower: Rose

Meaning: True Love

Birthstone: Pearl

Meaning: Purity

Species: Human

Affiliation: Humans, Freedom Pals

Social Status: Middle Class

Dead?: Eventually

How?: This is South Park probably really stupidly

Last Words: “SHIT!!! WE’RE GOING TO DIE!!!!”

Appearance

Eye Color: Grey-Blue

Glasses/Contacts: Glasses

Skin Tone: Pale with Freckles

Hair Color: Dark Brown

Hair Length: Just Past Shoulder

Hair Type: Curly

Hairstyle: Ponytail Normally, 

Loose When Estrella,

Braids When Knight

Height: 5’1 (Yes, I’m short… only means i’m closer to hell)

Body Build: Skinny and Scrawny

Notable Features: N/A

Piercings: N/A

Tattoos: N/A

Scars: Small Mark on Left Cheek

Birthmarks: Thigh

Wardrobe

Style: Casual and Warm

Favorite Outfit: Dark Blue Coat Lined with Dark Grey Fur, Blue Jeans with Black Star Pattern, Black Fur Lined Boots, Grey Gloves with Ugly Sweater Pattern, Gray Knit Hat with Dark Grey Poof, Black Moschino Backpack with Optimus Prime Bear, Star Ring

Formal Outfit: Black Off Shoulder Asymmetrical Dress, Black Kitten Heels, Black Shoulder Bag with Silver Star Print, Silver Star Necklace, Silver Star Bracelet, Silver and Pearl Star Clip On Earrings, Silver Star Ring

Alter Ego Outfit:

Stick of Truth: Grey Tank Top Cut and Sewn Together with Shoe String, Long Sleeve Black Shirt, Black Hoodie, Black Leggings, Black Boots, Plastic Champion Belt, Plastic Gauntlets, Toy Bow and Arrow

Freedom Pals: Black Tank Top, Blue Galaxy Skater Skirt, Black Tights, Black Leather Jacket with Silver Star Pattern, Black Sneakers with Gold Star Pattern, Multiple Silver and Gold Star Bangles, Black Choker with Dangling Silver Stars, Silver Star Crossbody Bag, Silver Star Headband, Silver Star Ring, Black Lace Masquerade Mask

Accessories: Silver Star Ring

Scent: Vanilla, Green Tea

Relationships

Mother/Mother Figure: Roxane Tweedle

Relationships:

My mother is a very strange woman. She is very paranoid and always moving around the town. She is very attentive to my sister and I’s needs and tends to try to give us anything we could want (which doesn’t mean we actually want it). Whatever time she spends with us usually driving us around to wherever it is we’re going and it’s usually spent with us all terribly singing along to the radio and laughing. Mom isn’t one to want to sit and listen to us or to give us advice as she has a short attention span (probably where Olivia gets it from). She might not be the best mother but she does try and I still love her.

Father/Father Figure: Jackson Tweedle

Relationships:

My father, on the other hand, tends to love to sit and listen to (gossip with) us. He loves to try and smother with us with anything we ask for (Olivia and I honestly made it a game to see how far he would go to get us what we wanted… he has to fail). Dad is just as paranoid as mom is but he hides it a lot better. He was also the one that signed me up for martial arts which caused a huge argument between parents. My dad has been known to also beat the shit out of anyone who dares insult us or my mother (probably where I got it from).

Brothers/Brother Figures: N/A

Relationships: N/A

Sisters/Sister Figures: Olivia Tweedle

Relationships:

As dumb as Olivia can be, she is a very loyal friend and sister. I have, obviously, known her my entire life and she has never let me down (In terms of loyalty and reliability not much else). She can deal with my violent tendencies ad overly snarky demeanor. I can (most of the time) deal with her oblivious, careless attitude. We rarely fight and get along better than most sisters do and I’m pretty happy to have her as my sister.

Aunts/Aunt Figures: Nancy Tweak

Relationships:

Aunt Nancy is very sweet. She is always supportive whatever decision we make even if it might not be the right one. She is also pretty good at telling right from wrong and standing up when she thinks we’re doing something terrible. As supportive as she is she doesn’t really listen and is known to just leave us to our devices for long periods of time. She honestly borders on child neglect with how little she pays attention to us or Tweek.

Uncle/Uncle Figures: Richard Tweak

Relationships:

Uncle Richard is much worse than Aunt Nancy. All he cares about is his business and pays no attention to anything any of his family does. That’s not to say he doesn’t care, he does... he just cares more about his coffee shop. He also does anything to boost his shop which includes manipulating us and Tweek to do his bidding. Yeah, I don’t like my uncle.

Cousins/Cousin Figures: Tweek Tweak

Relationships:

I adore my cousin Tweek. As jitter and jumpy as he is I find him absolutely adorable. I’m usually the one to take the late night calls and now late night talks about pressure and Underpants Gnomes. I try to comfort him but it doesn’t always work cuz this kid is riddled with anxiety. When he’s calmer (calmer, NOT calm) he is pretty fun to hang around and his friends are pretty crazy. You wouldn’t think this but Tweek is surprisingly protective of Olivia and I. He has actually attacked some people he thought had hurt us emotionally or physically.

Nieces/Niece Figures: N/A

Relationships: N/A

Nephews/Nephew Figures: N/A

Relationships: N/A

Sons/Son Figures: N/A

Relationships: N/A

Daughter/Daughter Figures: N/A

Relationships: N/A

Current Guardian: The Tweaks

Relationship: I get along well with Aunt Nancy (I mean she tries), I hate uncle Richard (I know for a fact he’s the entire reason for Tweaks anxiety), and I adore Tweak

Current Significant Other: Kenny McCormick

Relationship:

Kenny McCormick was never the boy I saw myself dating. Simply put he was a major player and I wanted commitment.Kenny went around on any girl that moved and I was no exception, however, I was one of the very few who resisted his… charm. That got him interested and he is surprisingly persistent but so am I. It was a long game of cat and mouse where he would find me and drop cheesy pickup lines, offer compliments, and ask me out over and over while I offered sarcastic comment after witty comeback (if I do say so myself). The game turned into a surprisingly close friendship where the flirting got more jokey and less serious, where his true colors showed and that was when I finally caught feeling for the real Kenny McCormick. The overly perverted, vulgar, overprotective big brother Kenny. It didn’t take me to long to ask him on a date and imagine my surprise when this guy decided to actually give a committed relationship a try. I’m glad he did because now I know the jealous, overprotective, poorly timed joke slinging Kenny too. Obviously, we have a very touchy-feely relationship (which is weird because I’m not a big fan of being touched).

People

Mentors:

Advisor: Kyle Broflovski

Confidant: Kyle Broflovski

Teammates:

Stick of Truth: Humans

Fracture But Whole: Freedom Pals

Friends: Stan Marsh, Kyle Broflovski, Tweek Tweak, Butters Stotch, Token Black, Craig Tucker, Jimmy Valmer, Timmy Burch, Heidi Turner (I AM going to beat Cartman for what he did), Karen McCormick

Best Friend: Olivia Tweedle

Love Interest: Kenny McCormick

Rivals: Wendy Testaburger, Bebe Stevens

Enemies: Eric Cartman

Person Hated Most: Eric Cartman

Most Important Person: Olivia Tweedle

Awkward Around: Wendy when she breaks up with Stan, Tweek, and Craig when they’re fighting

Admires: Dad, Kyle

Past

Hometown: North Park

Childhood: Pretty normal, lived in a small town, small house, small family. Then, of course, our parents decided to go on some big trip and dump us with relatives for God knows how long.

Childhood Hero: JK Rowling (What? I like Harry Potter)

Most Important Memory: When my parents finally signed me up for martial arts after months of begging OR When I won my elementary school art competition

Present

Current Location: South Park

Living With:

Occupation: Student

Pets: Wiener Dog/Golden Retriever Mix named Oz

Health

General Health: Meh… I tend to get colds every few weeks

Reason: Apparently I have a sucky immune system

Mental Health: I’d say I’m sane, though, according to others that’s up for debate

Reason: I’m violent and pretty loud once I’m comfortable

Sleep Habits: I sleep like a log

Diet: Umm… I’m not on one

Exercise: Martial Arts, I Ride My Bike A Lot

Allergies: Dairy Products

Injuries: I get scrapes and bruises (I’m kind of a klutz)

Disorders: N/A

Deformity: N/A

Disabilities: N/A

Mutations: N/A

Handicaps: N/A

Medication: N/A

Education

School: South Park High School

Best Class: Art

Worst Class: Biology

Sports: Martial Arts

Clubs: Art Club

Languages: Spanish, English

Memory: Ok, I Guess

Abilities (Fracture But Whole)

List of Powers: Stellarkinesis

Moves:

Gravity Slam: Using the force of gravity to slam and hold opponents to the ground (Kick them in the balls/punch in the boob)

Shooting Star: Bringdown a star from space to hit a target (Chuck Firecrackers at them)

Plasma Beam: Use beam of plasma to harm enemies (Shine flashlight in their eyes)

Stellar Healing: Use stardust remaining from destroyed stars to heal teammates (Neosporin and Band-Aids)

Stardust: Use stardust to confuse opponents (Chuck glitter in their faces)

Abilities

Gravity Manipulation (Basically Telekinesis AKA Imagination)

Stardust Manipulation (Glitter)

Plasma Manipulation (Flashlight)

Origin: As a child, I was taken by a space god worshipping cult who attempted to sacrifice me to their god in a special ritual. Instead of dying, the ritual gave me the power to control the stars and become someone who could protect other children from being attacked and suffering my fate,.(AKA I wear star-shaped ring and own a lot of things with star patterns)

Elements: Space

Strengths: Stars, Night, Evasion, Long Range

Weaknesses: Cold, Water, Over-Exertion, “Nightmares from cult experience” (what the hell does that even mean?)

Restrictions: Over-Exertion of Powers

Immunities: Fire, Light, Sun

Combat

Fighting Style: Quick and Hard, Use Opponent's Strength, Momentum, and Weight Against Them

Weapons: Bow and Arrow (Stick of Truth), Hand to Hand

Personality

Good Traits: Loyal, Creative, Smart, Strategic, Athletic (Fast), Funny, Hard to Get Angry, Romantic

Bad Traits: Snarky, Overly Sarcastic, Explosive Temper, Likes to Hide Bad Feelings, Insecure About Glasses and Relationships, Stubborn

Likes: Animals, Art, Martial Arts, Laughing, Family, Games, Friends, Snow, Stars, Silver, Cheesy Romantic Dates, Reading, Cooking

Dislikes: Getting Angry, SOMEONE Insulting My Friends/Family, Swimming, Hunting, Being Touched by Most People

Turn Ons: Dirty Talk, Compliments, Jokes/Cheesy Pick Up Lines, A Little Rough

Turn Offs: Insults, Silence, Lies

Talents: Drawing, Martial Arts

Sense of Humor: Laughs at Just About Anything

Darkest Secret: Loves Cheesy Pick Up Lines

Does Anyone Know? Who?: Olivia and Possibly Kenny

Greatest Fear: Drowning

Why?: Can't Swim

Other Fears: Cartman Finding Out About Insecurities/Fear/That His Words Sometimes Hurt

Why?: Cartman is Cartman

Most at Ease When: With Karen, Kenny, Olivia, Kyle or Butters (or Any Combination)

Most Uncomfortable When: With Literally Anyone's Parents (They’re all so stupid… how are they even parents?)

Enraged When?: SOMEONE (CARTMAN) Insults My Friends/Family

Depressed When?: I Let My Stupid Insecurities Get to Me

Frightened When?: Getting Too Deep in Water

If Granted One Wish What Would It Be?: That I Didn’t Need Glasses

Habits

Hobbies: Art, Martial Arts, Reading

Instrument?: Nope (It'd be cool though)

Sport?: Martial Arts

Spending Habits: Um… If I Get Excited I Just Buy Shit but I MOstly Hate Shopping

Drinks?: NOPE

Smokes?: EW

Drugs?: EXTRA EW

Nervous Tics: Tugging on Earlobe, Chewing Lip

Favorites

Prized Possession: Star Ring

Color: Silver

Song: When The Day Met The Night by PATD

Quote: “Twinkle twinkle little star, do you know how loved you are”

Movie: Peter Pan

Food: Honey Butter Biscuits

Season: Fall

Book: Harry Potter

Genre: Fantasy

Flower: Stargazers

Flavor: Blueberry

Dessert: Blueberry Coffee Cake

Either/Or

Pessimist or Optimist: Optimist

Pacifist or Fighter: Fighter

Introvert or Extrovert: Extrovert

Proud or Humble: Humble

Messy or Tidy: Messy

Risky or Safe: Risky

Strength or Wisdom: Strength

Flashy or Simple: Simple

Long Range or Short Range: Long Range

Cats or Dogs: Dogs

Hot or Cold: Cold

Book or Movie: Movie

Loud or Quiet: Quiet

Logic or Emotion: Emotion

Work or Relax: Relax

Confident or Shy: Confident

Night or Day: Night

Out of 10

Knowledge: 6/10

Wisdom: 5/10

Motivation: 4/10

Agility: 6/10

Power Control: 7/10

Hand to Hand: 8/10

Long Range Accuracy: 6/10

Offense: 7/10

Defense: 4/10

Reflexes: 5/10

Speed: 7/10

Strength: 6/10

Sociability: 5/10

Bravery: 7/10

Confidence: 6/10

Generosity: 5/10

Endurance: 4/10

Evasion: 6/10

Kindness: 5/10

Creativity: 8/10

Charisma: 6/10

Memory: 5/10

Temper: 2/10

Patience: 8/10

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Tumblr Username: p-aurisan Tumblr Username of giftee: wendytesteburger Special message: It was hard for me to think of a good idea for an 80’s fic but I think the idea of Craig working in an 80’s diner with Tweek as his manager would fit! There is a lot of fluff after Craig’s shift too. Anything else: Have a merry Christmas!! “Craig’s Diner Dash” South Park is different back then in the 80’s. Richard Tweak used to run a diner before it became a coffee shop, but its not really working out after the 90’s struck. However, it was different this time around with Tweek being the head manager in the Tweak Bros. Diner. It was a hit that time, and customers loved the amazing service and food there too. This is an 80’s retro diner after all, and the only one in South Park that time. The thing is, Tweek has been doing the dining. Things got rough after one shift when the cook left due to his contract being terminated, and it was hard to see him do all the work with only him doing the serving and cooking. With that in mind, Tweek felt like he is the only employee that can keep things going. Worse, customers have dropped out due to lack of service because he is the only one serving and cooking. It wasn’t that long till his company was in the brink, and in the 80’s its not easy to get some new staff to help out. Some days later, Tweek is hoping that he can hire someone or anyone in that matter to help in the diner. He started to set up a hiring poster outside of the diner in hopes that someone can be interested. Though, its not doing well after a week of posting recruitment posters, and he’s worried that he has to close up the diner that he worked so hard to maintain. A day afterwards, someone walked by to the diner shop. He looks interested to work there and as Tweek is about to just close the diner, the dude came in. He looks like a greaser but what’s distinguishable about him is the blue chullo he wears all the time. “Hey Tweek. Heard you’re hiring?” Tweek immediately looked at the guy coming in. He looks familiar to him at first sight, till he realized who it is. “Craig? You’re looking for a job right now?” “Well I needed some cash, this hobby of mine isn’t gonna pay itself.” “Are you even good at cooking though?” “No, but I can dine and dash if that’s what you want. Been doing this waiter gig for like 5 effing years, won’t mind doing it again for ya, Tweek.” “Aww, you don’t really have to, Craig.” “Wouldn’t miss the opportunity to work with my dreamboat.” “You really do have a crush on me, aren’t ya?” “If this is the best time to admit it, yes. I have a crush on you, Tweek.” “Aww shucks, Craig. Well, you’re hired. We better start working on this place first though.” “Good. When’s our first/test shift?” When Craig said it, two customers came by. They are very recognizable of course because they are actually.. Stan and Kyle. They seem very loyal to the shop even when its on the verge of closing. Looks like Craig has a test after these two showed up. Tweek tells Craig that he’ll guide him to finish up for the shift and serve the customers for the day. Immediately Stan and Kyle, rocking in their classic 80’s, looked at Craig and noticed that he works here now. Kyle expected it, because there’s no way Craig would pass up the chance to hang out with Tweek due the fact he had a crush on him. With that in mind, Stan and Kyle will go easy on him for his first shift in the diner. “Wow, didn’t know you two come here often.” “We love the food here Craig. Even if this place isn’t doing well, the food rocks.” “Sounds reasonable. What’s your order for the day, Stan?” “The usual. The classic Tweak combo, you know, the fries, chicken and milkshake?” “Okay, I’ll put that down. What about you, Kyle?” “Craig, you already know my order after you spied on me here a few days ago.” “Is that the fish and chips combo?” “Yeah. I can’t believe you nearly forgot that, Craig.” (Kyle giggles) “Oh please. I know you are a sucker for fish, Kyle.” “You know it, Tucker.” After getting their orders, Craig wrote them down on a piece of paper. He wasn’t even on uniform, but he doesn’t give a damn. Tweek is just testing him on one shift after all. For some reason he wasn’t bothered by this so he casually gets it done. Tweek didn’t give him one for now till he gets the entire shift done with all customers happy. Craig gave the paper to Tweek and he starts cooking. He knows how to cook all dishes in the diner, since he learned a lot for being a chef after his cook quit. His dishes were proven to be delicious.. more delicious than what the cook offered. Maybe this is the reason why Stan and Kyle are very loyal to the diner? Craig can smell the food being cooked. Tweek’s really serious at this and he can tell. He smirks and knows that Stan and Kyle will be loving the food as always. Stan and Kyle are also excited to eat as well, maybe this is a sign the diner’s coming back to life as it is before. After a few minutes, the food is ready. Craig serves them up to Stan and Kyle, and makes sure the order is correct even if there are no other customers as of the moment. Though, once he served the food to the pair, a new customer showed up. Stan and Kyle thanked him properly afterwards before he noticed the new customer coming in. It was none other than Craig’s little sister, Tricia “Ruby” Tucker. She wanted to get a pick-me-up, which is just a small meal. She’s in her teenage years in fact, with Craig already being an adult for the most part. She was kind of not surprised when she saw Craig working in the diner. “So you finally worked with your crush.” “Yeah, what’s it to you Ruby?” “I’m just happy for you, Craig.” “Okay, thanks. Lemme guess, light meal?” “I thought you’d joke on me saying I wanted a kids meal.” “I would, but now ain’t the time for jokes. This is a job.” “Fair enough. You already know my order by the way.” “Lemme guess. Fish and Chips?” “Exactly.” Craig does the same thing he did before when he served Stan and Kyle. After handing the order to Tweek to get Ruby’s order cooked, he noticed Stan and Kyle are already finished eating their meals. “Craig, we’re done here. Check please.” “Oh, already? Coming up.” “Wow, Craig’s really going all in on this job.” (Kyle silently whispers to Stan) “Well, he is working with his crush.” (Stan whispers back) “Let’s be happy for him. He did do his part today on his test or first shift really well.” (Kyle whispers) “Yeah, I think Craig deserves the job.” (Stan whispers) Afterwards, Craig returned with the check. Stan and Kyle paid for it, and they left happily. There was even a tip too, and of course that is their way of saying thanks to Craig. He cleans up the plates on their table after they left the diner. Once after that, he then checked the cooking area to find Ruby’s order ready, and he is going serve it to her. It was just in time too. Once at Ruby’s table, she was actually excited to eat. “So what do you think of my serving skills, sis?” “I’d rate you a five.” “Five over ten?” “No, five stars you dork. You got my order here so quickly!” “Thanks, Ruby. It means a lot.” “Say hi to Tweek for me too, bro!” “I will, don’t worry about it Ruby.” (Craig smiles a little) Ruby is really impressed with her brother. But there is only one more customer coming in and its the end of the test shift. The last customer came in the diner as a pair, and its Kenny and Karen McCormick. They needed some takeout for dinner, and Karen noticed someone new is in the diner too. “Hey, Kenny.. isn’t that Craig?” “Yeah, it is. Must have finally got to work with Tweek.” “Wow, that’s nice! So that means the diner will be saved!” “I’m glad to hear that too, Karen.” Craig noticed their familiar faces too. Looks like he is being tested, but he doesn’t really give a damn about it. He’s fine with them after all. Immediately, Kenny and Karen sat down on one of the diner tables. Craig attended to them after he is done with Ruby’s order. “Well, I didn’t expect you two would eat here too.” “The food here’s good and cheap, Craig. Besides you ate a lot here, member?” “Yeah, good times. Especially when I ate with Tweek here years back. Now I felt like I wanted to help the place.” “That’s amazing you are doing it for him, Craig.” “Likewise. How’s Karen doing?” “I am feeling great, Craig!! Its sweet of you to help out, Tweek would be so happy!” “Hehe, I’m sure he is.” “That’s really cool! And well, I really love this place. Its so awesome to hang out here, especially back then. I know you’re bringing it back, Craig. Thank you so much for that.” “Its nothing really, Karen. I’m doing this for Tweek.” “Well, you’re doing it for us too, Craig. And besides, Karen’s really happy this place is gonna be restored soon.” “If you put it that way, Kenny.. its not so bad after all then.” “Hehe, glad to hear it Craig. And for orders.. me and Karen are ordering a chicken box for takeout.” “Got it. With the fries and rice?” “Yep!” “I’ll be on my way.” Craig writes the takeout order and sends it over to Tweek. Upon giving it to him, he noticed that Tweek is proud of how he handled the customers, especially his own sister. He’s definitely letting him stay and because of that, he secretly smiled when he returns to Ruby and see her pay up. Ruby is giggling when he saw Craig’s little smile. “You liiikeeee him, don’t you Craig?” “Yes, I admit it Ruby.” “Well, I also admit, it was amazing how you treated me here. Hope Tweek keeps you around in the diner. Here’s my payment.” “Thanks, sis. See you soon when I get home.” “I’ll see you too Craig. Thank you.” Ruby stands up and leaves the diner in high spirits and waved to Karen at the other table (Karen waves back happily). She even left a tip, knowing that Craig served her so well. With that in mind, Craig cleans up the table afterwards. It wasn’t long till he heard the ding of the serving bell-an indicator that Karen and Kenny’s takeout order is ready. He immediately takes the chicken box and hands it over to them. The rice and fries are inside the box, too. “Here’s your order, you two.” “Wow, it smells good!” “Not so fast, Karen. We’ll eat it at home.” “Hehe, I know. I’m just excited!” “I am too, but we did promise Kevin and our parents some food. So let’s save it for dinner.” “Yeah! And Craig, thank you so much! Your first shift went so well!” “Aww, thanks Karen. Just doing my job.” “You are doing it right too, you know. I’d definitely give you a recommendation, Craig.” “First time I heard that from you, Kenny. Hehe.” “Well, its time me and Karen headed off back to our place. See you later dude!” “Catch you later, Kenny.” After Karen and Kenny left the diner, the shift ends. Tweek tallied Craig’s performance throughout the whole thing and boy was he impressed. He immediately told him that Craig’s a keeper for the diner, and will be working with him from now on starting the next shift. Craig is lowkey excited, but inside, he is really really happy he got to work with his crush. To celebrate, Tweek suggested to go to the drive-in movie. They are showcasing some sweet and amazing movies right now. The only problem is that Craig forgot his bike since he only went to the diner on foot. But Tweek brought his car - an 80’s Toyota which is parked outside the diner. Craig is excited for the sudden date with his crush and approved it. Tweek later kissed Craig right on the cheek afterwards, since its his reward for being a great worker on his first shift. “How does it feel like being kissed by your crush, Craig?” “Like a dream come true, honestly.” “Hehe, I admit I was falling for you too back in school.” “I would have hit on you but you were too fragile back then. Still member how you spazzed so much your mug broke?” “Ugh, yeah. That was disgusting to say the least. At least you cared for me because..” “..I picked up the pieces and got it fixed for you. That’s it right?” “Yep, that’s it.” “Just like old times, huh Tweek. Me helping you out.” “I always loved your support Craig. Which is why I started to have feelings for you.” Craig blushes. He never thought the day would come Tweek would confess to him. But it seems now is the right time, though. Craig is actually happy too because he knows his crush truly showed his feelings to him. And its like the best day of his life. He couldn’t ask for more aside from the job and an amazing boyfriend. As they continued to confess feelings with one another, they started to love each other way more than usual now. It was later on that they proceeded to prepare for their drive-in movie date today at midnight, at the Bijou Theatre. They got dressed up along the way, with Tweek doing the driving mostly. After they arrived at the drive-in movie site, they ordered a ticket which facilitates access to one car per ticket bought. They later parked a few minutes later, only five rows behind the screen. For the meantime, the two did some catching up till the movie starts. “Haha, you never change, Craig.” “Of course not. Would be boring if I did.” “So, how was your greaser lifestyle? You mentioned a hobby before the shift.” “Its going well. But apparently my bike isn’t getting maintained right so I decided to do it myself. Money is hard to get so that’s why I wanted to go get a job. Then you came along so I tried to work for you.” “I’m glad you did. You’re hired already, man.” “Yeah, I’m so grateful that you hired me, Tweek.” “Say, uh.. Craig, before the movie starts.. what about a midnight kiss?” Craig immediately blushes. He seems too shy to accept it at first, but this is Tweek after all. He wouldn’t refuse it for him. He gives a yes, and Tweek giggles happily after. They lean forward, still sitting down on the car seats, looking at each other. They close down on each other with Craig touching Tweek’s face, and immediately kissed right on the lips. Good thing the car’s engine was shut off and the car is set only to when the electronics are used. The kiss lasted for a good ten seconds till they slowly move away. “So how was your midnight kiss, Tweek?” “L-lovely.” “Well, I guess we’re boyfriends now right?” “Yep, no longer crushes.” “Oh hey, the movie is about to start now!” “I can’t wait to watch it with you, Craig.. its so beautiful you got my first kiss.” The opening sequence begins later onward. As Tweek and Craig saw the intro of the movie, they kicked back and relaxed in Tweek’s Toyota. It marked the first ever date that they kissed too. And all in all, they are now enjoying the movie, along with some popcorn they bought while watching. Craig intends to clean up the car after the movie so the interior won’t be covered in popcorn flavoring. They all lie down on the car seats, just relaxing, or flirting, and enjoy the entirety of the film. Overall, it was the best day Craig ever wanted. He got Tweek, a job and a date. What else can he ask for? Nothing else. -End

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An essay on the Tweaks, how I view their relationship with their son, and what it means for their futures

Although I’m not the biggest fan of people who portray the Tweaks as loving parents, all things considered, I also don’t believe they are as evil and malicious as some make them out to be.

I have SUCH a love/hate relationship with those guys, and it’s because as shitty as they are, they’re also both WONDERFULLY complex characters who are just shrouded in mystery. They’ve been on the show for SO long and yet we know so little about them. To be fair, they could be interpreted in any way, as we don’t quite know their intentions, HOWEVER they do seem to love their son in a sense, so crummy as they may be, I do think that there’s a bit more to all of it.

Mr. Tweak is willing to do anything for his business, even at the expense of his morals. We see this exact plot in “Gnomes”, where he is willing to use small children as a manipulation tactic to get people to care about his business.

Tweek is going to inherit the shop one day, and Richard knows this. They BOTH know this. So he’s gotta prepare him in the exact same way HE was taught, to become ONE with Tweek Bros coffee and to ALWAYS put the business first, even if it’s not right. He loves Tweek in his own way, but ultimately he sees him as a business accessory first and a son second.

I’ve also mentioned in a previous post that I think Mr. Tweak sees a lot of his younger self in Tweek. It’s no secret that Mr. Tweak doesn’t seem to view his son very highly, referring to him as “nothing but a sp*z” so to speak, and if Tweek is going to take over the business one of these days, he needs to be sure of himself, not some “twitchy, tweaked out kid”. Richard knows this because HE was once like this. This was how HIS father raised him, and look how he turned out :)

Of course, by Tweek’s age, he was already had TWICE the work ethic, but no matter, just means he needs to push harder, right?

When Tweek turns 15, his father decides that he is finally old enough to learn the secret family recipe, as he and all the Tweak men before him did.

But it doesn’t go as expected, and Tweek has quite the opposite reaction that Richard hoped he would.

He feels appalled and betrayed, and why wouldn’t he? I mean his parents had both been drugging him his whole life, (as well as the whole town), essentially fucking him up for the foreseeable future. Even as an adult he still deals with twitches and tweaks. And they just expect him to be okay with it?? Tweek is a LOT more resilient than his predecessors, and he refuses to let this ruin his life.

But it’s not as easy as it looks. He’s been drinking his parents’ coffee for as long as he can remember, he doesn’t know how to be without it. He’s forced to spend a lot of high school in rehab, missing out on a lot of his teen years. Of course, Tweek has Craig by his side to make the process a lot easier, but it’s still a lot.

This definitely breaks the relationship he has with them, and Tweek finds that he can’t trust them any longer. Or course, his father just sees him as ungrateful. After all, he’s spent so long trying to shape him up into this hard working, young man, and THIS is the thanks he gets? Richard has always striked me as being someone who is nice until he’s no longer getting his way, and Tweek ultimately trying to break the cycle of abuse is exactly what hammers in the nail of their already strained relationship.

Mrs. Tweak is a different story. This isnt the first time she felt her husband has gone too far, we see her stand up for the kids in “gnomes”. I get the feeling that she’s always known what they were doing was wrong, yet she still went with it anyways. Why? Even she doesn’t know, in all honesty. Perhaps she had been manipulated into all of this as well, under the guise that it what was best, being brainwashed into this docile wife who just does as she’s told. Or perhaps it was always to her own accord, and she’s been in on it all along. We really don’t know enough to know for sure.

Her son refuses to talk to her, and she understands why. She’s always has wanted what was best for him, but they’ve gone too far, WAY too far, and things were never gonna be the same now.

But she hopes that, perhaps, with time, there will be some healing.

[themangledsans0508]

Happy Birthday, Honey

Allie (my sister) before you even start, fuck off.

Craig Tucker didn’t think when he was younger that he would end up in a long-term relationship with another boy. He thought he would end up alone, just him and his guinea pig. He remembered his horror at those girls drawing pictures of him and Tweek, not because it was Tweek but because it was another man. He remembered pretending to be with him, and then something changed.

He felt something he hadn’t felt before, not even with his ex-girlfriend: he felt love towards another person.

He remembered briefly breaking up and being distraught, over a stupid game. That New Kid really saved his ass.

He smiled to himself, sitting criss-cross on Tweek’s bed, twiddling his fingers in anticipation for his lover to return from work. August 17th, Tweek’s birthday. A week before Senior year, and he had finally turned seventeen barely before the cut-off date. 

He didn’t really intend on doing anything with Tweek unless he suggested it first. He didn’t want to overwhelm him.

Yeah, they had both gotten “the talk” when they were in fourth grade. They weren’t even together then, and it was really fucking awkward. 

Craig looked out the window, losing patience as the sun set below the tree line. Why the hell did Tweek have to work so goddamn late? 

He felt his phone buzz and swiftly snatched it. He sighed when he was it was just another Coonstgram post, which he had no clue why they still used. They were seventeen, and they still used an app they made for a game they played when they were ten. He would admit, occasionally they still played stuff like superheroes, humans and elves, and cowboys and Indians, but it was a lot different now.

He looked at the post, which was from Clyde that tagged both him and Tweek.

My dude @CraigTucker is about to have some fun… Happy birthday @TweekTweak and protect that ass lol.

Craig’s fingers flew faster than the wind in response.

Dude stfu.

Craig looked out the window again, the last glimpses of sunlight fading over the horizon. He saw a golden bob of hair walking down the sidewalk, twitching slightly. He grinned, relaxing into the bed and holding a bag of gifts behind his back. He heard the front door open, and a few small noises along with footsteps. He watched the door intently in suspense. 

The door violently swung open and Tweek screamed. He placed his hand on his chest and took deep breaths.

“For fuck’s sake Craig? How the hell did you get in my house?” he demanded.

“You gave me a house key babe,” Craig answered. Tweek covered his face with his hands, blushing.

“Oh yeah, I forgot,” he muttered. Craig lifted himself off Tweek’s bed and walked up to him, wrapping one arm around his waist and keeping the other behind his back with the gifts. Tweek responded in turn by wrapping his arms around Craig’s neck and pressing their foreheads together.

Craig may have been taller by a couple of inches, but Tweek would stand on the tips of his toes and make Craig tilt downwards so he could have his way. 

Tweek sighed and moved to rest against Craig’s chest instead. 

“My parents hate me, Craig.” Craig looked down in confusion, studying the shorter boy.

“Tweek they don’t hate you. That doesn’t-” He stopped himself. He had been working on becoming more empathetic over the past seven years, and he really was getting better at understanding emotions. “Why do you think they hate you?”

Tweek moved his hands to Craig’s shoulder, clutching him tightly.

“Well, it’s mostly my dad. Having one of the two gay kids in this town as your son is apparently ‘great for business’ because ‘people want to be supportive.’” Tweek mumbled. Craig nodded and pulled him a little closer.

“The only reason he’d care if I died would be because eventually, people wouldn’t care he lost his only son. With me living, people constantly want to support us. So he uses that for himself.” Craig wouldn’t have ever said it, but he agreed with Tweek. Richard cared solely about his coffee shop, Craig thought even more than he cared for his wife.

“Tweek, it’s okay. Next year, after we graduate, we’re gonna move out, together. You won’t have to work there, we’ll be able to live on our own and work where we want. We can steal Token’s money if we have to.” Tweek laughed lightly.

“I’m looking forward to it. But I still have a year, Craig. What am I going to do until then?” Craig frowned.

“I don’t know, Tweek. We’ll figure it out though, I promise.” Tweek hugged Craig tightly, sniffling slightly.

“I-I love you, Craig.” Craig hummed lightly. He moved to grab his hand and revealed his bag.

“Happy birthday honey.” Tweek laughed, looking at his gifts.

“Really? Is this the best time, Craig?” Craig shrugged.

“I got impatient.” He released Tweek’s hand a pulled a rose carefully out of the bag. He handed it to Tweek and continued his search through the bag. He pulled out a fidget spinner, earning another chuckle out of Tweek, and finally wrapped his hands around a small box.

He reached out to take Tweek’s hand again, dropping onto his knees. Tweek began laughing hysterically as he watched him pull out the box. 

“Tweek Tweak, we’ve been together seven years and still can’t get married. So, with this ring, I promise someday I’m going to marry you.” Craig cracked open the box, revealing a jade-colored ring. Tweek reached his hand down before stopping himself, and instead spread his fingers. 

Craig took the ring and gently slid it on, then intertwined their fingers. A grin spread across Tweek’s face and he looked into Craig’s eyes.

“You’re so gay.”

“No shit, babe.” Tweek’s smile faded as he looked at Craig’s hands.

“Craig, don’t you have a ring too?” Craig looked down to their intertwined hands.”

“Shit. Uh, yeah, I do somewhere.” Craig said, feeling his pockets. Tweek joined in the search, albeit a little maliciously. He reached around Craig’s back, his arms slid around his waist and his hands dipped into Craig’s back pockets.

Craig jumped a little at the feeling of hands touching his ass and he looked at Tweek who, compared to his slight blush, was as red as a tomato. Tweek pulled one hand out of Craig’s pocket and showed an identical ring to his own, and beckoned for Craig to put his hand out.

Craig obliged, feeling the cool material slip on perfectly. Tweek smiled mischievously and pushed Craig onto the bed, straddling his waist.

“My Craig~”

His breath hitched and he moved his hands onto Tweek’s waist. He looked up at the blonde boy, who leaned close to his face and kissed him. Tweek pulled back and looked down at him, worry in his eyes.

“Are you okay with this?” He asked. Craig moved one hand behind Tweek’s head, tangling his fingers in his hair.

He pulled him back down and took his turn to kiss him. When they pulled away, Craig nodded.

“I’m okay with whatever you want. Happy Birthday, Tweek.”