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weridpersonhelp · 2 years ago

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Casa Bonita 3

Description: Y/n friends are worried about her, and still worried about her gift ending up getting Kyle another gift! buy after Cartman ruins his birthday Y/n gives the boy a little Suprise to make him feel better.

Warning: bad spelling, not been proof read, swearing, shit talking, fluff sweet ending

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"Y/n you sure you're, okay?" Craig asks walking me to my locker, it's been 4 days now since butters has disappeared. I was more worrying mess, every day after school looking by the places he would normally be. hoping he would somehow turn up out of thin air.

"Yeah, I'll be fine craig you don't have to walk me everywhere. I can walk by myself." I say grabbing some things from my locker.

"Hey honey!" I hear Tweek crock voice shout as he hugs Craig, just seeing them makes me smile.

"Hey Y/n, you are doing alright?" He asks. me.

"Yeah, don't worry about me Tweek! does your family have any knew coffee flavours? " I ask him we continue to walk to class as he talks about the new coffees. we stop at my class.

"Okay where going to head to class see you at lunch.?"

"Sure, thing bye loser!" I say flipping him off he flips me off back as a goodbye and I enter class.

"Hey Y/n, what's up?" Wendy asks sitting next to me in butters normal seat.

"Oh, hey Wendy, alright, I guess. what about you?"

"Could be better, the student council is killing me honestly!" she chuckles I smile and nod along.

"I couldn't imagine being president, how do you do it?"

"Magic honestly! are you sure you’re okay Y/n?" Wendy asks again, I give her a small smile.

"I'm fine don't worry, a little worried about butter is all. Oh! I need your advice!" "is this still on the present Y/n? i though you would have given it too him already?" "yeah but he cancelled Casa Bonita when we found out butters was missing. I asked stan and Kenny what they go him and my gift kind a seems lousy compared to theirs."

"Y/n Have some confidents! the scarf is beautiful! it matches his outfit, it's his favioute colours, It's softer than any scarf I have ever seen! don't worry about how much money you spent on it. in all honesty Kyle's not going to care!"

"Yeah, thanks Wendy I needed some sense knocked into me!

"any time girlfriend!"

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"Hey Tolken! trade you my sweet and tangy chips for your salt and vinegar?"

"Hell yeah! I hate that stuff; how do you even eat it?" he asks me.

"How do you hate it is the real question." I say as we trade chips, Craig was holding tweak's hand as they began to eat their foods.

"H-hey Y/n s-s-something came in the m-mail for you." Jimmy says I raise an eyebrow at him.

"Deez nuts" we all laugh at Jimmy deez nut joke.

"Tweek would you rather eat a human sized bean, or a bean sized human?" I ask Tweek shoving my packet of chips towards him craig takes one.

"Oh GOD! is it a coffee bean?"

"it's whatever bean you want it to be."

"O-okay! I'd rather eat a bean.!"

"Nah dude, I'd rather eat a human the size of a bean" Tolken says.

"What?! YOU'D RATHER BE A CANNABALE!" Tweek shouts.

"m-m-me too I-'m not eating a h-human s-s-s-sized bean!" Jimmy agrees with Tolken which starts a whole argument. I look to my cousin flipping him off he does the same finishing off a popper of his.

"Here I'll put it in the bin, anyone got any rubbish?" I ask the group of boys. they all thank me and give me their rubbish I walk up to the bin putting it all in the right one's when I hear someone call for me.

"Hey Y/n"

"Oh, hey Kyle how are you?"

"I'm good I just wanted to ask how you did on your test?"

"Not so good, I barely passed I don't know how you do it honestly!"

" Don't worry! I only got an 83, not my best." I chuckle at his attempt to relate. to me.

"Oh my god! Kyle got below 90?! has the world ended?!" I make fun of him he glares at me a little before playfully rolling his eyes and he walks me back to the table.

"You know if you really need it, we could study together?"

"That would be awesome I just-" "Y/N GET BACK HERE JIMMY SEEING HOW MANY GRAPES HE CAN FIT IN HIS MOUTH!" Tolken yells out.

"WHAT SWEET ONE SECOND MATE! I'd love just text me the details bye-" "But I don't have your number..."

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Y/n had caved into her anxiety and brought Kyle something along with the scarf she made. It was a book of Minecraft the new game that Stan got. him.

"THIS IS THE GAME I WANTED! THANKS STAN!" Kyle rejoices at his friend's gift, Y/n felt her chest get heavier knowing after Kenny she was next. her palms where sweaty, chest is heavy, mum spa-

Y/n was actually so scared she was shaking, the two presents in hands. stan looks to her with worry.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes, everything fine."

"Why are you nervous to give him the scarf?"

"Wait how did you-" "Thanks Kenny! this is super nice!"

"No problem!" it was now Y/n turn, it was time to know to pick which gift to give him.

"Here Kyle! I don't know if you will like it-" She hands him the bigger gift, the book. stan notices this, his draw drops slightly. why didn't she give him the scarf?

"Oh, a book on the game, cool thanks Y/n!" Kyle says, Y/n wasn't making eye contact with him though looking down at her feet.

"Alright kids let's get going!"

"YAY CASA BONITA CASA BONITA!" Cartman sings as they all walk to the car. But stan stick behind Y/n.

"Why didn't you give it to him he would have loved that way more than that book!" stan say as they get in the car.

"Hey that books to help him build stuff and how to kill stuff in the game! and because who am I kidding the scarfs lame!"

"No, it's not! Kyle would love it. it's a great gift! and you're going to give it to him when we get to Casa Bonita!"

"Yes sir!" your solute him, he gives you a small smile and you give him one back.

"You're going to love Casa Bonita stan! Y/n! there's this part where you can dress up in old western clothes. and get your photo taken in a fake jail!"

"Really?" stan asks the boy.

"Yeah, it's pretty cool." Kyle says cartman waves him. off

" "pretty cool"? so um, should we go to black Bart's cave first. or watch the puppet show? I think we should go through Black Bart's cave first because we're goanna want to do it seven or eight times."

"I think we should do what Kyle wants?"

"Yeah, it is Kyles birthday" stan says.

"What fuck Kyle!" the car goes silent at this, Y/n knew something was up Cartman didn't care about Kyle he just wanted to go to Casa Bonita. and after this is done, he'll go back to bullying him.

"HAHA JUST KIDDING BIRTHDAY JOKE HAPPY BIRTHDAY TOO YOU-" soon enough everyone goes along with Cartmans singing, Y/n looks down at her scarf and sighs while singing along with them.

after a couple minutes we make it to Casa Bonita, it was a giant pink place like structure Making Y/n jaw drop, it was very big a pretty cool building.

"WAIT UP ERIC WE NEED TO STICK TOGETHER!" Sheila calls out, Y/n look to stan then at Kyle as she tugs on his suit a little catching his attention.

"Y/n you excited?!" Kyle asks me..

"Umm actually I wanted to um-" "wait boys! and girl I'm getting a call.

Hello?

yes.

"Oh, THATS GREAT BOYS THEY FOUND BUTTERS! HE'S OKAY!" Y/n jaw drops and the biggest smile was on her face at this news, she let out an intense sigh of relief and a small smile came to her face.

"I knew he would turn up.!"

"Oh sweet!"

"I'm glad he's okay."

"What did you want to say Y/n?"

"well-" "Yes eric carman is with us why? oh really!" Sheila face turns sour we they all looked at cartman.

"What?"

"Yes, I will certainly let him know. thank you. Well, it seems that eric here is responsible for butters missing. because he wanted to go to Casa Bonita!" Sheila explains.

"What."

"You Are fucking cunt." Y/n mutters

"Eric the south park police are already on their way here. to have a little talk with you!" Sheila scolds the boy.

"But... Casa Bonita"

"I should have known better. You never cared about my birthday at all!"

"but stand back!" Cartman grabs Kyle holding him hostage.

"Cartman stop it."

"I am going to casa Bonita!"

"It's too late Fat-ass they'll be here in less than a minute."

"I swear to whatever god you believe in that I will beat your fat fucking lazy cunt of an ass up!" Y/n shouts pounding her fist with her hand, Cartman throws Kyle to the ground Y/n and Kenny quickly going to his side to help him up and like that you all give in chase to the boy, all around the place. when the police finally get him, Kyle could only sigh. we went back to the main entrance and got our table and sat down, we got back to celebrating Kyles birthday though something seemed off, Kyle was quiet and seem sad about the whole thing.

" Are you alright Kyle?" "Yes, it's just. I should of know better than to trust that fat-ass!"

"I'm sorry that Cartman ruined your birthday, Kyle."

"it's fine it's not your fault." Kyle says leaning on one hand, Stan nudges my shoulder and looks to my pocket and Kyle.

"Well, Kyle I hope you're okay with one more Suprise for the day."

"Huh?"

"Happy birthday Kyle." Y/n places a small rectangular box Infront of the boy, its ribbon was green the box was black.

"Y/n You didn't have too"

"Just open it already!" Kenny complains, Kyle does what his friend says and slowly opens the box to reveal stipes of orange and green. he picks the thing up only for it to dangle down. it was a scarf.

"I made it myself and made sure not to add the little puffy things you said that where annoying you with your other one. The material very soft as well you see-" "can you help me put it on?" Y/n smiles and helps Wrape the scarf around him helping him put it on, I could hear Kenny and stand giggling like little girls in the background.

"Thanks... I love it."

"wooow did you make that yourself, you're a very crafty girl Y/n."

"thank you ma'am!"

"let's dig in!'

"yeah!"

I could already feel the I told you so everyone will be screaming when I got home, but we enjoyed the rest of the night, eating so much Mexican food along with cake we all passed out.

"I swear to go if these two don't get together soon-" stan says on the car ride home, Kyle and Y/n laying on each other dead asleep.

"For real."

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okay I'm done if you want head cannons or like an actually proper series then just ask fr.

tags @naeyonie @luujjvi @leedesu

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sorrinslays · 1 year ago

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My Craig's gang headcanons

Craig is a mama's boy, sorry, I don't make the rules

Clyde definitely has broken at least onε 3DS in the dumbest way possible, like crying and the tears messing up with the machine or by bragging that his 3DS is indestructible, ending with Cartman sitting on it and crushing it in the process

Tolkien's favourite movie is lion king, don't ask, I have no idea why I thought of that

Jimmy reads those "how to be professionally funny" books religiously

Tweek tried a monster once and nearly had a heart attack from stress because he mentally convinced himself it's stronger than the coffee he normally drinks and his body is going to explode from all the caffeine intake

Craig and Clyde have secret hang outs that they (Clyde) named "best bros date" where they talk about their favourite things (space, dinosaurs, race cars etc.) and watch their favourite cartoons

Tolkien for Jimmy's birthday bought him a microphone so that Jimmy can have improv comedy sessions whenever and wherever he pleases

Tweek had to go throught 'trials' to join Craig's gang. Nothing serious, just normal fourth grader stuff, like having him climb the monkey bars in under fifteen seconds or something like that. Needless to say, the poor boy almost had a panic attack and jugged a whole ass pot of coffee and climbed the bars in one millisecond

Craig and Tolkien go to the bookstore once a month and get a book. It's their way of motivating one another to read more

Clyde and Jimmy once (in their late teens) got super wasted and made a youtube video where they told really bad jokes. It blew up and they woke up to a bunch of analyses video talking about how they are the next big step in making comedy better. They remember nothing and only learned what happened through Craig who found it very entertaining

Tweek accidently ate a small rock once and was freaked out for a week straight thinking he's going to die. The fourth grade ended up playing 'funeral' with everyone having different roles. Tweek was the dead guy

Whenever Craig and Jimmy are left alone unsupervised they go to Craig's basement and make videos in which they just talk for hours about the people they hate and they managed to gather a small cult following by just hating on people

Tolkien and Clyde once crashed a car

Tweek wanted to continue boxing after his and Craig's fight but was scared and nervous to enter a club alone. At some point once he becomes part of Craig's gang, he tells that to the guys and, in order to encourage him to join, all of them (-Jimmy because he's in the comedy club) join. Craig and Tolkien go for kickboxing and Clyde and Tweek go boxing

Craig is the kind of person who knows a lot of random stuff and skills that he never mentions unless it's brought up. He's like that one guy on Tik Tok who knows the bird language, the OwO language, the cat language ect. His friends never know and anytime he's like "oh yeah, I know how to speak Latin, don't worry I can talk to this demon to leave us alone," the guys are like "HUH"

Clyde has the entire Dinosaur wiki memorized

When Tolkien first joined the group he spend days researching everything he could find about the others' interests out of fear he won't be able to participate in conversations or something. After a few one on one conversations Clyde and Jimmy figured it out pretty early own because it was pretty obvious, but Craig never did and still thinks Tolkien is genuinely interested in space and Tolkien doesn't want to break the illusion so he keeps researching and talking about stars and planets and everything else for hours with Craig

Jimmy knows Portuguese, I don't know why or how but it seems like something he would do

Tweek and Clyde weren't on the best terms at first because Clyde was kinda spooked of Tweek's tics since he didn't understand them, but overtime he learned that Tweek is a pretty cool dude

Craig loves to cook and clean, it's relaxing to him because he can just go through the notions and end up being productive. His friends have tasted his cooking multiple times and love it.

The whole gang has at some point worked in both Tweak.Bros and mr Donavan's shoe store

Tolkien's place is where they usually have their sleepovers. If for whatever reason they can't go to Tolkien's, then it's Craig's basement cause his parents are pretty chill and nice. They almost never go to Tweek's because his parents freak out the gang

Jimmy once wrote his final exam high on mushrooms and got a perfect score

Tweek never got a driving license because he's too scared of cars

#south park #sp craig tucker #sp jimmy #sp clyde #sp tolkien #sp tweek #craig's gang #craig tucker #clyde donovan #tolkien black #jimmy valmer #tweek tweak #headcanon

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thoughtswithbbg · 1 month ago

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Introduction + Prologue

Main Character Information

Full Name: (M/N) (Middle/Name) (L/N)

Age: 17

Grade: Senior at South Park High

Status: Single

Sexuality: gay gay homosexual gay

Gender: Male

Birthday: December 16

Zodiac Sign: Sagittarius

Hair color: (H/C)

Eye Color: heterochromia Blue and Grey, barely a difference unless you look very closely

Family:

Mother :: Deceased :: 42 :: Car accident :: Amy (L/N)

Father :: Alive :: 44 :: Abusive :: Scott (L/N)

Aunt :: Alive :: 46 :: recently divorced :: Georgia (L/N)

Twin Brother :: Dead :: 21 :: car accident :: Frank “Frankie” (L/N)

Little Sister :: Alive(Coma) :: 12 :: Car accident :: Hope (L/N)

Love Interests (in order of meeting them):

Kyle Broflovski, 18

Tweek Tweak, 17

Craig Tucker, 18

Clyde Donovan, 18

Tolkien Black, 18

Jimmy Valmer, 17

Stan Marsh, 18

Eric Cartmen, 17

Kenny McCormick, 18

Butters Scotch, 17

Dovahkiin, 18

Micheal, 18

Pete Thelman, 17

Damien Thorn, ???

Playlist!

Track One :: Sk8er boy :: Avril Lavigne

Track Two :: Teenagers :: My Chemical Romance

Track Three :: Toothache :: Westislonely

Track Four :: Can’t Catch Me Now :: Olivia Rodrigo

Track Five :: IT GIRL :: aliyah’s Interlude

Track Six :: Misery Business :: Paramore

Track Seven :: Obsessed With You :: The Orion Experience

Track Eight :: DONTTRUSTME :: 3OH!3

Track Nine :: Something in the orange :: Zach Bryan

Track Ten :: Hate Me if It Helps :: Alexander 23

Track Eleven :: Never Grow Up :: Taylor Swift

Track Twelve :: State Of Grace :: Taylor Swift

Track Thirteen :: Don’t blame me :: Taylor Swift

Track Fourteen :: Soon You’ll Get Better :: Taylor Swift

Track Fifteen :: Exile :: Taylor Swift

Track Sixteen :: Right Where You Left me :: Taylor Swift

Track Seventeen :: You’re on your own kid :: Taylor Swift

Track Eighteen :: Brutal :: Olivia Rodrigo

Track Nineteen :: Drivers License :: Olivia Rodrigo

Track Twenty :: Jealousy, Jealousy :: Olivia Rodrigo

Track Twenty One :: Bad Idea Right? :: Olivia Rodrigo

Track Twenty Two :: the grunge :: Olivia Rodrigo

Track Twenty Three :: Born To Die :: Lana Del Ray

Track Twenty Four :: He loves me (he loves me not) :: Baby Bugs

Track Twenty Five :: Hey Bunny :: Baby Bugs

Track Twenty Six :: Escapism :: RAYE

Track Twenty Seven :: Say It ain’t so :: Calpurnia

Track Twenty Eight :: Mary On A Cross

PROLOGUE

(M/N) slowly opened his eyes, his vision having trouble focusing on what he was seeing. His body hurt, so much, the pain was almost unbearable. His ears were ringing as he tried to make out what he was hearing, sirens, shouting, and footsteps running against the pavement.

His memory suddenly hit him like a freight train, he frantically looked around the turned over car. His younger sister, Hope, was passed out next to him, a major gash on the side of her head and he felt the panic rise within him. His older brother, Frankie was in the passenger seat. His neck was bent at an unsightly angle that made (M/N) want to scream. His mom wasn’t in the drivers seat, her body was through the windshield of the upside down car.

“MOM! FRANKIE! HOPE! PLEASE! SOMEONE HELP!” He screamed at the top of his lungs, his body hurt and he couldn’t move his arms or legs. Footsteps rushed towards him and an officer helped him get pulled out of the vehicle.

“please,” his voice was weak as he clutched onto the officer. “please help…my family…” The last thing he saw before he passed out, was the name of the officer.

please save my family, officer Marsh….

beep…

(M/N) blinked as his vision adjusted to the bright lights above his head. He could feel pain spread through his body as he tried to move around and see where he was.

Something shuffled next to him as he finally sat up enough to see the hospital room, and look at the woman next to him. He couldn’t really tell who it was, but it looked like his mom, the (H/C) looked the same but shorter.

“Mom…?” The woman stirred as he spoke and she jumped up immediately, wrapping her arms around him and he hugged her back the best he could with the cast on his, assumed, broken arm.

“oh (M/N)! I thought you would never wake up! i was so scared you were gone like the rest of them!” He recognized the voice, it wasn’t his Moms. It was his Aunt Georgias.

“Hi Auntie….” He smiled and hugged her tightly one last time before she pulled back from him, a weak smile on her face.

“Hi sweet boy, How do you feel?” She rested her hand on his cast, giving him a look of sympathy.

“I’m…Alright, i think..” He held his head with his not broken hand and groaned at his oncoming headache. “what happened Auntie?”

Her face dropped and she gripped his cast tighter, he could tell she was trying not to cry. “Your mom, she….” His aunt had to take a deep breath before she continued. “you were all in an accident… a really bad accident.”

He could feel time stop as she explained what happened to him. His Mom had seen a deer in the road and swerved to not hit it, however, she ended up hydroplaning and the car crashed. His hadn’t had her seat belt on, so she was flung through the windshield and had passed away on impact, His brother ended up breaking his neck and died before he was rushed to the emergency room. His Younger sister Hope, was knocked out severely, and she was currently in a coma.

He just sat there as his aunt cried, saying how grateful she was that he woke up, and how sorry she was for him to lose those people all so suddenly. The tears just started to spill from his eyes out of nowhere, he couldn’t help it nor could he stop it. His aunt held him as he cried, and all he could think of was why this happened. Why did this have to happen to him and his family? It could’ve been anyone else but it was them.

why?

#south park x reader #x reader #Kyle broflovski x reader #kenny mccormick x reader #stan marsh x reader #eric cartman x reader #tolkien black x reader #clyde donovan x reader #craig tucker x reader #sp x reader

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kata-sans · 4 months ago

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Raising Stripe

Chapter 15

Tweek and Craig were almost done cleaning the living room when the doorbell rang. They looked at each other confused wondering who it was. Craig opened the door and cursed upon seeing the unexpected guests at the door.“

Guess who brought the beers tonight! THIS GUY!” Clyde exclaimed. He walked into the room ignoring Craig's attempt to shut his mouth. Behind Clyde, Tolkein and Jimmy followed carrying other supplies usually meant for ‘Guys Night’.

The men began to discuss plans for the night completely oblivious to Tweek and Craig's attempts to shut them down. To the couple's horror, Clyde tripped and dropped the glass beer bottle in his hand.

The guys fell silent when they heard loud crying coming from the bedroom. They stood frozen in shock watching as Tweek hurried into the closed bedroom. They listened as their normally anxious friend softly shushed and whispered calming words to someone.

Craig slapped the back of Clyde's head, “I told you to shut up!”

Clyde whined in pain holding his head, “Oww, I didn't know.”

“When did you guys decide to get a baby?” Tolkein asked.

Craig sighed and motioned his friends to sit down. He proceeded to explain the events that led to their current situation. Eventually Tweek walked back into the living room with the baby in his arms.

“So the baby used to be your guinea pig.” Clyde summarized. Craig nodded.

“Wow! You guys t-took fu-fur baby, quite literally.” Jimmy jokes.

“We're sorry about ‘Guys Night’. We were so busy taking care of Stripe, we forgot it was our turn to host.” Tweek admitted. “Do you guys want to reschedule or continue without us?”

The guys all shook their heads as Tolkein spoke up, “No way man, we're already here. We can just hang out and keep it PG.”

Clyde stood up and swiped the baby from Tweek. He held the baby at arms length to talk,“Besides, we want to get to know the baby. Hi Princess, I'm your Uncle Clyde!”

Craig slapped his head, “He’s a boy! Hold him right. I don't want you to drop him.”

Stripe giggled. He swung his arm back and forth trying to imitate Craig as he babbled his favorite word, “Da-Da!”

The guys laughed and teased Craig. Craig responded to their antics with the middle finger.

Tolkein decided he also wanted to hold the baby. Unlike Clyde, he followed Craig's instructions for holding the baby. “Hi little guy, I'm Tolkein. I'm your rich uncle who will buy you the best presents on your birthday.” The guys began to protest the unfair advantage Tolkein had at becoming the favorite uncle.

Jimmy, who was unable to hold the baby, stood in sight of the baby. “H-hi little fella, I'm your p-pal Uncle Jimmy. W-what do you do with a fussy baby?.... You pacify him.” The adults chuckled, Stripe giggled trying to fit in. “Wow, you are a t-terrific audience.”

The men all passed the baby around. They each play and entertain the baby in their own way. Finally they all passed the baby back to Craig when he started to smell. Craig sighed as his friends coward at the challenge of changing a loaded diaper.

After another hour of fun, Stripe began to grow fussy. Tweek decided it was time for another bottle and bedtime. The guys all agreed to leave the family to avoid waking the baby again. They promised to come by again to visit soon.

Ch14

Ch16

#craig x tweek #sp tweek #tweek tweak #craig tucker #sp craig #sp stripe #raising stripe

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missuswalker · 1 year ago

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HII, i LOVED your love language hcs for the main 4, i was wondering if I could request Craig’s gang for those hcs as well if it’s not any trouble 😓💗

YOU'RE SO SWEET I LOVE YOU 🤭 and of course!!

love languages with craig's gang!

✮ summary: going through the boys' love languages, giving and receiving ✮ warnings: none

craig tucker

giving

definitely physical touch. he wants to hold your hand everywhere! it makes up for the fact that he 'bullies you' (flips you off). i also see him as a guy who likes to make out all the time. maybe not in public, but definitely in his room. in private, he can get a little sweeter, unless you call stripe a hamster. if you do that, you have to go home. sorry. i don't make the rules. (i do) i can also imagine him being really good at writing letters. he's better at expressing how much he loves you that way, but please don't read it in front of him, it embarrasses him too much.

receiving

craig likes when you do little things for him, like making him a homemade birthday card, or making his bed. he almost passes out when you refill his water bottle for him at school when you notice that it was empty. i'm sorry to the football craig lovers, but he's definitely a marching band kid, and he needs that water for his 'intense training' (watching everyone do their own shit as he messes around with the percussion instruments).

tweek tweak

giving

he loves physical affection. there's no pressure to do anything right or wrong. a hug is a hug and holding hands is holding hands. he does get a little stressed about kissing, though. please reassure him that he's doing it right. he really likes leaving little gifts on your front porch. he doesn't want you to know its from him in case you don't like it, and you don't have the heart to tell him you can see him on your ring doorbell.

receiving

words. of. aff.irm.ation. when he's 'totally freaking out' just let him know how proud of him you are. i beg you. or tell him how pretty he is to distract him. also, take the time to re-button his shirt and he might just fall in love with you. making him coffee has the same effect. actually, he just loves everything you do.

clyde donovan

giving

gifts. gifts, gifts, gifts. got that habit from bebe. wether it's shoes he saved up for or a really cute plushie, he looovveess giving you things, mostly because he likes to see how happy you look. when he goes broke (which is at least once a month) he's very physically affectionate. especially when he's upset.

recieving

words of affirmation and comfort. he's still a big crybaby. he likes when you talk to him in a soothing voice and just tell him how much you love him, even if cartman says he's a toilet-licker. play with his hair and write him a sweet note every once in a while, and he's happy.

tolkien black

giving

listen, guys. i know that you're probably expecting him to shower you with gifts, and he will, but he's probably sick of that shit. he'd rather do something more romantic, like spending some good quality time with you. (at a fancy, expensive restaurant) he likes that you don't expect him to get you anything, though, it makes him feel normal. he also really likes spending time in your room, it feels so cozy to him. as long as you guys are together, he's good. he's a simple man. offer to pay for dinner and he's taking you to a wedding venue.

recieving

physical touch. everywhere. nothing too intense, though. he likes when you guys are walking through the halls and you hold on to the little handle part of his bookbag. he thinks it's cute, and it makes him feel close to you. hug him before you leave class or he'll have a bad day.

jimmy valmer

giving

words of affirmation, especially if he can put it into a pun. "you look DASHing. get it? because you're door dashing chipotle?" "oh... cute." he loves making you laugh, because he loves your smile, because it makes him smile. don't know what this would fall under, but i imagine he likes taking care of you. like, you know, if you're sick, or if you get hurt. I DON'T KNOW WHY, I JUST FEEL LIKE HE'D WANT TO BECAUSE HE'S SO SOFT FOR YOU LIKE... he doesn't want you to take care of him because it makes him feel less macho

receiving

physical affection. pda. all of it. he wants to look cool in front of his friends. if you come up to hug him from behind he'll be all like. "hey, babe 🧐 didn't see you there 🥱" but stutter over it and be all blushy. kiss him on the cheek and he might fall over. he also likes when you compliment him, so do that.

a/n: i'm getting the headcanon requests done because i feel like i can't work on something longer until i do these 😻 BUT KEEP SENDING REQUESTS, I LOVE YOUR IDEAS AND I WILL NO DOUBT GET TO THEM AS SOON AS I CAN

also, i didn't proof read this 😍

#south park x reader headcanons #south park x reader #craig tucker #craig tucker x reader #tweek tweak #tweek tweak x reader #clyde donovan #clyde donovan x reader #tolkien black #tolkien black x reader #jimmy valmer #jimmy valmer x reader #south park headcanons #x reader #tell me what to write #i'm having so much fun with this #i have a crush on literally ever character (except cartman)

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fennecfiree · 4 months ago

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hc time:

- stan is a brony. so is kenny. wendy begged stan to watch it with her and kenny watched it for karen and things kinda went from there. stan is more closeted than kenny and hasn’t even told kyle or even wendy that he watches it in his own time. kenny’s favorite ponies are rainbow dash, celestia, sunset shimmer and cadance (he wants to bang cadance and sunset). stan’s favorite is twilight sparkle obviously.

- kyle has insomnia and drinks an ungodly amount of monster to compensate for it.

- bebe has an mlp youtube channel and wendy is an lps tuber.

- all the boys play dnd that’s a FACT.

- craig has those sticky glow in the dark stars on his ceiling.

- butters prefers playmobile instead of legos cuz he’s weird.

- stan is a terrible driver and has had his license revoked several times.

- eric is DEFINITELY a closeted furry. kyle once found a drawing of his fursona and teased him relentlessly.

- to make money in high school, kenny picks up several jobs. he dresses up as princess kenny or mysterion for kids birthday parties and works at spencers with henrietta. kyle works at whistling willies and hates it. stan works in retail. eric has no job and is at high risk of getting kicked out.

- kenny is a runaway who lives in a trailer with karen, who he homeschools from bullying. he actually DOES care about his grades so there’s at least a chance of a good future.

- tweek has really bad teeth.

uhmmmm I’m sure there’s more but I just can’t think of them rn

ALL OF THESE 10/10

I HAVE HALF OF THESE BRO

Kyle having insomnia and drinking monster is me

AND I HAVE THE STICKY STARS!1!1!

Oh and Eric is so a furry, the coon is his fursona and be plays it off as a superhero. Hes definitely one of those furrys that still make fun of other furrys like "I'm the good type of furry not the cringe ones" 😭

ALSO BEBE AND WENDY ONE IS ME AND @silly-dino WITH BEANIE BOOS WHEN WE WERE YOUNGER

#AHHH I LOVE THESE #‼️hcs #south park headcanons #sp headcanons #south park #southpark #sp #south park fandom #rating headcanons #i cant tag all the names #lol

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shortkingkenny · 1 year ago

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ack I forgot to post this over here!! anyway my photography skills aren't the best but I've always wanted to do smth like this with merch eheh. happy Tweek Week, and happy birthday to my sweet boy Tweek!

the crocheted fella is by @6ftkyle!

@tweekweek2023 🎉🥳💞💝💌💛💗💞

the cupcake was on this plate:

because our boy famously likes sausage. proof:

#sp tweek #tweek tweak #tweek #tweekweek2023 #skkmerch

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sluttysnails334 · 1 year ago

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random South Park high school headcannons that I have

- Craig and Kyle are really good dancers ( they aren’t trained or anything just have good rhythm)

- Tweek and Stan are not ( but think they are )

- Stan and Nichole regularly talk about board games together

- Wendy and Bebe and Butters and Cartman are all Harry Styles fans

- Butters volunteers at the animal shelter

- Bebe was the first one to get a car, and it was a brand new Range Rover, and she got it at her 16th birthday party so everyone was there, and they were all jealous because she can’t drive for shit

- Kenny gives everyone stick & pokes

- I think all of the boys have ping pong tournaments together, Tolkien is the best and he lets everyone knows it. I think Craig is the second best tho

- Tweek chews on everything but mainly pencils, and it got so bad to that they would snap, Craig had to make him use mechanical pencils but he then would just gnaws off the erasers. ( His love language is biting )

- Cartman secretly enjoys musicals. He’s seen Hamilton at least 3 times.

- Kyle drives a mini van, bc his dad bought his mom a new car, not him so he got her old mini van, and since he has the biggest car he drives everyone around.

- Clyde plays baseball, football, and basketball and is mediocre at all them

- Jimmy is a huge Elvis fan

- Wendy is huge horror movie fan and makes Stan watch them and he always gets scared / chicken outs.

(the pencil chewing story might be from my real life but who knows lol)

#south park #sp headcanons #headcanon

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ihearttweek · 1 year ago

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craig could not possibly explain to anybody how he got into this situation. if you had told him this is what he would’ve been doing three hours ago, he wouldn’t have believed you.

it had started with tweek coming over for the afternoon, like he did on most days. and that turning into a sleepover,…like most days. he stayed the night a lot, if anything, it is now expected that he does. craig’s mother had opted to just regularly grocery shop and cook for an extra person a few years ago. she really is awfully fond of him in general. every single day without fail, she will pinch his cheeks and grab his face to begin planting kisses all over while she murmurs to him. in the end, he’s left with lipstick smudges and a shy smile plastered on his face. he’s too polite to ever wipe them away in front of her. and also, somewhere along the lines, craig began keeping all of tweek’s stuff inside a drawer in his bedroom.

craig decided a long time ago that he didn’t really mind. he supposed tweek wasn’t so bad. when they were little, craig thought he was a little weird— and not to say that he totally isn’t. but, behind all of that, he’s pretty cool. he’s a good listener, a bit of a people pleaser, for sure. he’s funny, he’s really smart, too. craig most definitely would’ve been failing without him. he’s cooler than clyde by a lot, he was the tiniest bit actually glad that tweek was the replacement for him when it came to sleepovers. he’s cooler than a lot of his friends. he’s way cooler than a lot of other boys, really.

but totally not in a gay way. that was completely out of the question. he and tweek just keep saying they are, but they’re not really like that. craig definitely has never wanted him to actually be his boyfriend, he isn’t really gay. no way in hell.

well, anyway.

tweek’s laying next to him. their fingers are interlaced, craig knows that tweek likes this. likes the way craig stroked the back of his hand with his thumb. he said once it helped him sleep, and craig liked that. craig’s got his back to him, and he’s a bit concerned. he wasn’t making any noise. craig was dubious about if he was even breathing. he wasn’t too sure of how tweek sleeped, anyway, because usually he was out before him. but tonight, he was a little restless. stuck pondering.

“tweek?” craig whispered behind his shoulder. he turned his head and grunted as he flipped his body over. tweek’s eyes were drooping, and they fluttered closed. he vigorously squeezed them shut and mumbled something low and sleepily, craig wasn’t too sure what he said. he had his cheek smooshed into his arm. so when he lifted up, there was a faint little line there. craig blinked at him. “sorry, were you asleep?”

tweek rubbed his eyes, huffing when he opened them to give craig a hard stare. craig dumbly blinked again. he couldn’t help but let out a little giggle. eventually, tweek joined him. tweek inched a tad closer, their shoulders bumped. craig pulled the comforter over their heads, scooting down further so he could be completely covered. tweek made a little grunt in protest, but then he hummed, padding his fingers on the bed to find his phone. he turned on his flashlight.

on the top side of the comforter, it was a deep navy blue that went well with most of the color scheme in his room. for his eleventh birthday, it mysteriously isappeared from his bedroom. when it was given back, his grandma had embroidered constellations all over the bottom.

on some nights, they’d go under it and craig would name new ones every night until tweek fell asleep. other times, they’d tell secrets. or just talk aimlessly, didn’t matter.

craig looked over at tweek, rolled onto his side. he was giving craig an expectant look. craig looks confused, and tweek gave a small smile.

“what?” tweek raised an eyebrow playfully at him, and craig nervously chuckled a little. craig propped himself onto his elbow, pressing his weight into his wrist. for some reason, his chest felt tight. his mind blanked momentarily, completely forgetting what he was getting. his previous thought process completely drained, what words was he looking for? had he and…mouth to…fuck.

“like- cpr.” no, god damn it. that isn’t it. and now tweek’s staring at him a little funny. “i meant- not the resuscitation part but like, the mouth to mouth. you know?” in attempts fo make it better, those were still not the correct words. and, shit, he was stammering. he didn’t know where this nervousness was coming from. or why he was even thinking aloud. or why he was thinking of this in the first place. he had this down in his mind and this sounded perfect up in there but they weren’t articulating from his mouth. he wishes he could go back a full minute and shut up and speak about stars instead.

“i’m…not following.” tweek mumbled tiredly, intensifying his glare. craig rubbed his face and had to force himself to look away.

“okay,” he had to take a moment to breathe. “okay. kissing. we’ve kissed before, right?”

“on the cheek.” it took a second for him to respond. and if anything, it sounded more of a question. he gave a pause every time tweek spoke because he was anticipating for him to ramble about how craig was confusing him. but it didn’t come. but honestly, he wish it did, because the silence was awkward and making everything so much worse. he was mentally spiraling.

“i mean…shouldn’t we, like, properly?” craig finally looked back at tweek. craig wished the light were off. tweek just silently had his eyebrows furrowed, staring right at him. the direct eye contact was making it even worse. but then tweek smiled a little, a sort of warm, good softness coming to his eyes. something swarmed within craig’s insides. it fluttered from his stomach to rattling in his ribs to coming up his body and he thought he was gonna need to puke. but he didn’t. which in turn made him confused. he was sure he was staring at tweek a little dumbfounded.

“so,” tweek began. he was rubbing at craig’s bedsheets, feeling it between his fingers. “you’re asking to kiss me?” craig subconsciously spaced out, just staring stupidly at his face. he was waiting and waiting for tweek to flip out on him, ramble on about how that is— ‘way too much pressure’. or just, literally react in some way that is more than he’s showing. but tweek’s lips didn’t budge, not even a little. and oh, shit, he’s staring at his lips. don’t do that.

“yes.” his brain is failing him. backtrack. “no! i mean- like, people might start asking…questions?”

“and you suddenly…care?” tweek mocked the tone he used. he still had a smirk plastered on his face. craig was mentally dying. and the way his body was feeling practically feverish- you could say physically, too.

“no. no, no! it’s- i don’t want to kiss you! but we’re getting older and whatever and don’t you think that would raise questions? i’m just…” he was spluttering. tweek had wordlessly came out of the covers, sitting upright. before craig could do it himself, tweek peeled if off of him, tucking them back neatly and looking down over him. craig wished the lamp wasn’t on. “…it’s taking authenticity into consideration— tweek?” tweek carefully maneuvered himself over craig, directly able to meet his face. craig went stiff. and without meaning too, his voice came out small.

tweek tentatively brought his hand to caress craig’s cheek, and brushing a bit of his hair back. his smile softened. everything about this was, soft. when tweek’s hands weren’t shaking, they were gentle. if shit wasn’t already petrifying, tweek brought his face closer, shifting his body a little bit. he is full on straddling him against his bed. okay, maybe this looked a little gay. but it is not like that.

he’s seen tweek from this close before, sure, and everytime, his body felt weird. right now, he couldn’t move. he was just staring. tweek slid his thumb over his cheekbone, and he got goosebumps. he felt his body get a rush of warmth, blood rushing to his face. he was absolutely, unequivocally captivated, a dazed, starstruck expression in his eyes. tweek leaned closer. close enough to where craig could feel tweek’s hair tickling his forehead.

craig finally moved and relaxed his body. it felt, despite having tweek literally on top of him, somewhat safe. and comfortable. instinctively, he reached his hand to brush back some of tweek’s hair, too. this made tweek smile a little bit more, his teeth showing. craig let out a shaky breath.

“okay.” craig took a moment to register it, he blinked hard. he could literally feel his breath on his face. his eyes unfocused and he blankly looked at the freckles smattered across tweek’s cheeks and nose. when they were younger, he let craig take an invisible ink marker and connect them like constellations. tweek laid his head into his lap, hair sprawling out onto his pajama pants, and craig shone the light onto his cheeks. tweek was looking at him intently with curious eyes. craig remembers his body tensing up and his stomach coiling like how it was now.

“huh?” his voice was fucking trembling.

“i’ll kiss you.” tweek was suddenly whispering. and, oh, right. “for…authenticity, sure.” his tone of voice was laced with fondness. and, it seemed teasing, almost. craig didn’t really grasp why.

wait.

was this genuinely happening? holy shit. craig’s palms got sweaty and he self consciously, which was really strange for him, pulled it away. tweek caught his wrist with his other hand and tugged it back to his side.

“okay.” craig quickly nodded. he immediately noticed that he sounded way too eager. “if— if you want too, i guess. this is just-“ but tweek shushed his useless rambling. he kept his hand still on craig’s cheek, and dropped craig’s hand that was in his other. instead, he steadied it on his shoulder. craig’s heart pounded right into his ears as tweek leaned in. tweek had closed his eyes, his eyelashes casting shadows over his cheeks. craig studied his face.

tweek is, pretty. he thinks.

and that’s a terrifyingly, fully conscious thought.

he doesn’t really know what that entailed. he’s never explicitly thought of anything human as pretty. he thinks sunlight filtering through blinds is pretty. he thinks snow glistening in the coming of spring is pretty. he, apparently, in his swarming mind, thinks tweek is pretty.

the thought isn’t that welcome. the thought worsens his nerves. it doesn’t make him feel cliché butterflies. it feels like there’s a swarm of infuriated bees attacking his fucking insides. it makes him feel sweaty and fuzzy. it, somehow, makes him tingle with something good. tingle with some underlying awakening hunger.

tweek reminds him of a star. the way his stupid hair frames his stupid face. his skin is so pale it’s practically translucent. he might as well fucking be.

tweek reminds him of stupid cringe metaphors. that is scarier. tweek is so, pretty. craig can’t even come up with stupid metaphors anymore. he’s got a slender face, a bit mousey, bruised eye bags, pale green eyes, a slim button nose. but he is pretty.

and he wants tweek to kiss him. where the fuck is this all coming from?

tweek slightly tilted his head. craig widened his eyes and followed his direction without thinking. because, hell if he could properly. when he anticipated their lips to meet, they didn’t, their noses collided gently instead. tweek pulled back a little, eyes fluttering open. craig felt as though he was going to melt right into his mattress. and, actually, that sounded nice.

tweek stared at him. and then he let out a surprised laugh. he was smiling. all of his awkwardness has dissipated. if craig thinks about it, it never was really there for tweek. this all seemed so casual for him. it was so unlike what he was used to. he never had experienced tweek so confident. craig likes this. likes it a lot.

“sorry.” craig croaks out. tweek shook his head, he let his fingertips graze down to hold his chin firm.

“here, just stay still.” and craig did. he went completely rigid again pursed his lips into a thin line. tweek leaned in again, in a slightly divergent direction of craig’s face. he stroked his jawline with his pinky, and carefully pressed his lips to his. craig held his breath.

tweek’s lips, despite being a bit chapped from nibbling on them, were soft. craig sort of imagined them this way.

he wasn’t sure how to feel about acknowledging the realization that he has previously thought about what his lips would feel like.

craig didn’t really know what to expect kissing to feel like. in media, it looked like clashing together. sometimes it looked sloppy. but this… was nice. really, terrifying. but, nice. tweek tilted craig’s chin back a little bit, and pulled back enough to speak.

“relax, man.” he mumbled against his lips. it tickled a little bit. “you kind of have to move your lips, too.” now, tweek telling him to relax was pretty abnormal.

“…sorry.” craig repeated, practically inaudible.

“it’s okay. you seem…uncomfortable,” tweek looked him directly in his eyes. craig forgot how to breathe. “…are you uncomfortable?”

“no!” craig’s voice was exasperated. his reply was far too quick. tweek fucking smiled again. “no…just keep- keep kissing me.”

“okay.” tweek brought both arms to hold around craig’s neck. not tightly, almost like he was sort of cradling his head. he shifted his body further onto his chest. “do something with your hands dude. you’re fucking stiff as a board. it’s- ngh- making me nervous.”

really fucking seems like it. is what craig wanted to snap back. but he didn’t. every little ounce of smugness he had garnered up before died in his throat. craig inarticulately nodded, and shakily grabbed for tweek’s waist. tweek seemed content with that, because he immediately was back to kissing him.

craig lets his body ease up, finally. his lips soften against tweek’s and he accidentally let a shaky breath out through his nose. he stops gripping onto him so hard, and subconsciously just rubs his fingers up and down his sides. he strokes him gently, similarly to how he does to his hand to put him to sleep.

tweek pulled away, testing with a few minuscule pecks. once, tweek pulled away and looked down into craig’s eyes a little expectantly. craig hesitated, breath catching in his throat, and it was his turn to lean in now. he haphazardly missed his mouth, instead pecking the corner of it on accident.

in eagerness— or, to save craig any more embarrassment, he wasn’t sure which one— he caught his lips again. tweek experimentally, and very carefully, swiped his tongue over craig’s bottom lip. it caught him a little off gaurd. tweek’s lips parted a bit against his. oh.

tweek gently let go of his hold around his neck and instead grabbed his face again, cupping his cheek’s. craig’s hands sort of longed to touch under his shirt. he just wanted to feel him. surges of so much was just happening all at once and all of it came back with a the same screaming feeling of want.

tweek’s thumb gently pried open craig’s lips to be parted just enough, and craig somewhat got the hint. he unsteadily moved his tongue into tweek’s mouth. tweek hummed and craig swallowed it into the back of his throat. it sent strange vibrations through his body. he could feel the way their breathing mingled on each other’s faces as tweek pulled him impossibly closer. their lips melded together.

to be fair, sticking his tongue into somebody’s mouth wasn’t as strange as he expected. he didn’t know why he was even following his expectations anymore, because they’ve all failed him again and again. though, he strangely didn’t feel like complaining. tweek caressed the apples of his cheeks and tipped his head back so he could crash back into him.

it felt good. felt indescribably right. tweek was carefully probing around his mouth, and it took a bit for craig to really process how to kiss back. when he was, he let himself get loose. he pushed all the self consciousness to the side and simply, melted.

he grazed one of his hand’s underneath tweek’s shirt, just to feel his waist. and tweek didn’t move away like he anticipated. no, not at all. he leaned further into him. like he was encouraging it.

okay, making out with a boy in his bed. touching him. nothing…unusual about that. pretty normal.

craig hesitantly started tracing into his skin. tweek’s skin is really cold.

tweek was making small gasps against his lips. he also slid his tongue along his teeth an accident and craig felt him pull back a little, he was just murmuring into his lips again. tweek pressed his forehead against his, turning his face so their noses wouldn’t bump. he was panting.

“your-,” he shut his eyes. relaxing his body into craig, sort of lazily, his hold on him became less firm. “you have braces.”

“…yeah?”

“ngh—it makes it a little more awkward to kiss you when there’s metal scraping my tongue!” that’s what made it awkward for him? but, again, he couldn’t find the confidence to make any snarky comments whatsoever. tweek still seemed to be clinging to that teasing demeanor. it made craig sickly flustered and his brain swarm. stupid fucking bees.

“sorry.” and it seemed it was the only thing he could utter tonight. he was internally scrutinizing his own voice, he sounded…feeble, stupid. he felt small, suffocated a little.

but not entirely in a bad way, actually.

if craig is sure of anything, he is sure his head is legitimately fucking spinning. he’s never felt so nervous in his damn life. or confused.

he wants tweek to keep kissing him.

his body somewhat feels like it needs to do all sorts of things with tweek. but he more or less ignores that thought.

stupid. fucking. tweek.

this is the hardest he’s ever thought about anything in a while. this is the hardest his heart has beaten in a while. fuck, the cliches are getting to him. he has a really, really pleasant fluttering inside his stomach.

tweek kissed him again. he threaded his fingers into craig’s hair. touch made it better. he had, slowly, gotten more accustomed to the motion of sliding his tongue around his mouth— that sounds awful, but the fuck else do you call it? it delved into somewhat of a slow, careful series of this.

tweek sort of just tastes like…mouth? all the times he’s wondered what he might taste of, and that fact becoming apparent to him is a lot scarier than him thinking about the feeling of his lips. he anticipated him to taste like coffee, or of things sweet in general.

maybe that’s also cliché. fuck. fucking, fuck.

but he tastes like saliva. and mint toothpaste. and nothing really worth thinking of this much. but it’s insanely intoxicating for whatever stupid reason. he really, really is completely pissed off at his brain currently. he isn’t too sure why he’s been dropping these bombs on himself. it seemed like some weird form of self sabotage, torture, even. he really didn’t know.

he was also becoming too hyper aware of himself that would be on anybody’s acceptable comfort levels. craig was really wondering how he tasted.

he truly wondered why he cared.

but there was a little itching in the back of his brain, whispering that it was completely normal and valid to be kissing his best friend, fake boyfriend, tweek. nothing …homosexual at all!

so, he let that take over for the time being.

somewhere in the midst of it all, tweek popped off his lips again. when craig opened his eyes, tweek was peering at him through his eyelashes. his face was flushed, and craig took a daring little peek at his lips. they were kiss-bruised and obscenely covered in saliva. and something within craig just sort of bursted.

a million thoughts flowed freely through his head, too rapid to process fully. damn, was he slobbering on him that much? that’s embarrassing. became a little loud. tweek scooted back off him, to sit more on his stomach. but perhaps, the most prominent thought being;

“did…was that-,” craig lost the line of silent in his head thoughts versus spoken out loud ones. “did that mean anything?” and then came the overwhelming feeling of “oh. shit.”

and probably for the first time in this entire interaction, tweek looked shocked. his sleepy eyes went bright and wide, staring craig directly down. craig swore he legitimately saw his fucking eye twitch. he- to be fair, very lightly punched craig in the arm.

“AGH! what. the. fuck? that’s all it fucking took?” did he sound frustrated? craig’s sense of shame heightened and mentally tucked himself back away into the blankets.

“huh? i-“ but tweek shushed him. very aggressively too.

“i’ve been trying to get you to get a fucking clue for years craig.” he squeezed his eyes tight. “and all it took was me kissing you? i would’ve kissed you so long ago.”

“…huh?” he parroted. tweek suddenly firmly grasped craig’s shoulders and shook him a little. craig jumped a little and looked at him wide eyed too.

“craig.” he said between his teeth, he sounded almost desperate. no, that wasn’t it. just a little whiny. “you’re fucking— so genuinely, extremely gay, dude. you’re the most oblivious person on this god damn earth and i’ve been waiting so long to realize that i’m like- in love with you, and you just- it never fucking clicked!” he stopped shaking him. “yes, it a hundred percent did mean something. everything has meant something to me. everything i’ve done for you has always meant ‘something’, craig.”

and for a long time, craig just blankly stared at him.

“oh.” craig murmured stupidly. tweek blinked at him, once. and then twice. and then he wrapped his arms back around him, pushing himself close.

“shut the fuck up.” tweek gave him a look that was both genuinely terrifying and horribly attractive. craig felt like he was a cartoon character about to gulp obscenely loud after facing something scary. god damn it, again with the similes. he looked at him in what could only be described as in awe.

he said a small, barely audible, ‘okay’, and then tweek was kissing him again.

✩

#ao3 #creek #fanfic #south park #sp craig #sp tweek #sp creek #sp fic #sp fanfiction #south park fluff #fluff and humor #silly

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bokutokiya · 2 years ago

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EXTRA: mysterion

(TW: blood, fighting, and swearing)

Takes place in Middle school (15- Kenny/y-n, Karen 12)

You shake your boots off as you move to adjust your beanie, South Park was in one of its colder days as the season shifted from spring snow to snow snow. Letting out a breath and watching it spiral as you cross over the railroad tracks you missed the small brunette blurr that body slams you back into a snow pile, letting out a loud ‘oof’ sound you allowed the giggling child to sit on your stomach for a moment as you smile. The small brunette one Karen McCormick let her little dimples show as you heft her into your arms and get up. “Hello Kare bear! How are you today?!” You ask as you gently squeeze your self proclaimed sister, your parents passed away a year ago and the McCormicks keep an eye on you as another one of their kids. You shift Karen to your back as you continue walking, she takes up playing with your hair. “I’m doing good, Kenny says you’ve been sad.” She says as she tries to peek into your face, her pigtails tickling your cheeks causing you to laugh softly. “I’m okay, better that I get to spend the day with you.” You smile at the little girl before knocking on the mcCormicks door. The door is opened by an unnaturally red headed lady with a kind smile, “Y/n! Thank you for coming tonight. Kenny is staying with the boys for a school project and unfortunately Stewart and I have a meeting to attend, so we’ll be home late. Feel free to help yourself in the kitchen and if we aren't back by 10 feel free to sleep in Kenny’s room, you know where everything is sweetheart” Carol says before letting you step in and set Karen on the floor. Stewart came past and ruffled your hair before walking out the front door with Carol, turning to Karen you smile and place a hand on her head, “what should we do squirt?” You ask playfully as she bats your hand away. “Let’s go to the park then maybe Stark's pond” she says before racing into her room and coming back with a small backpack you hadn’t seen before, “who got you the pretty backpack?” You ask with an eyebrow raised. Karen smiled brightly and held it up “bubba butters gave me it for my birthday! Oh! And thank you for the hoodie y/n! I’m saving it for a special occasion!” She cheers before putting the backpack on, you slide your wallet and an extra jacket into the bag for you before grabbing her hand and leaving the house. The park was empty when you arrived, you took the backpack for her as she raced off to the play set, for a young teen she loved playgrounds. You scrolled through your phone sending a small update text to Kenny to let him know you guys were ok.

After updating your social you look up only to not see Karen. You panic for a moment and look around wilding for her only to see her pop out of the bathroom and jog her way over. You quickly pull her into a hug, her face smashed into your chest, “please let me know when you wander off next time Kar, scared the shit out of me baby.” you say, calming your heart beat. Karen quickly grabbed your arm and hung on it “I’m sorry y/n! I’ll be more careful!” She claims before you two start walking towards tweak Bros coffee, you open the door, the bell jingling your arrival. “ACK, y/n! How are you tonight!” Tweek calls from behind the counter as you bounce over and pull yourself up to sit on it. “I'm a great tweekers, where’s Craig?” You notice a lack of middle fingers being thrown your way, tweek shakes his head “he’s home, had detention so he didn’t come by to help out” he replies easily calming in your presence, handing you a hot cocoa for Karen, which she happily takes. “Well we just came by to say hey, kens staying over at Cartmans so I’m dragging Karen around.” You say. He nods and waves you guys out as you leave into the darkening day. Rounding the corner from the theater a hand shoots out and yanks you and Karen back into the alleyway, Karen lets out a startled scream before her mouth is covered. “hello Y/n.” A familiar voice calls out from behind the scared girl, your face goes from anger to terror in 3 seconds as you discreetly slip the tracker/alarm from the strap of the backpack pressing it. “Hello Kalma. It’s been a while, come back to finish me off?” You ask, shaking lightly, Kalma lets out a hard biting laugh before throwing Karen off to the side and stalking closer to you “I wish I could finish you off! But you have a use for the plan. Doesn’t mean I can’t hurt you a little” she laughs bitterly before leaping towards Karen, the younger girl crying in terror. You make a split second decision and place your body in front of Karen’s, a sharp stinging pain hits your side as you start to feel a warm spot on your hoodie. “Damn, Kenny’s gonna be pissed I got blood on another of his hoodies” you try to joke out, looking down at Karen. The younger girl can’t tear her eyes away from the injury on your side so you cover her eyes and whisper “run back to tweak bros, tweek can call our angel.” She gives a nod and takes off, allowing you a moment to turn to Kalma. “You just don’t go down huh?” She asks bitterly “just like your parents, maybe you’ll be more challenging then them after all.” you see red at her statement before tackling her onto the ground and swinging your fist into her face landing a couple of blows before she twists the object in your side flipping you onto the wet and dirty pavement. She opens her mouth to say something else when a shout comes from above “I’d step away from the girl if I were you!” Mysterion’s voice is hard to miss and brings a small painful smile to your face as Kalma scoffs. “Whatever I’m done with her.. for now” she laughs before vanishing down the end of the alleyway. Rapid footsteps make their way down the alley as Karen crash’s into you as you grunt. “Let’s get home” you say to her softly, looking into the worried eyes of mysterion.

After getting Karen home and settling into bed, you heave yourself into Kenny’s room and start digging for his first aid kit when the window slides open. You look up and meet the eyes of mysterion, you let out a small painful laugh as you plop on the floor. “Hey Kenny. Guess I lied about nothing happening” you say roughly, Kenny takes his hood and mask off before rushing over and kneeling next to you, “shit y/n how did this happen?” He asks, sliding back into his smooth tone. You yank the hoodie over your head letting him see the injury better “took the knife to keep Karen safe, Kalma went for her first.” You hiss out as he gently pokes around the wound. Kenny shakes his head before pulling out the first aid kit from his closet along with another one of his hoodies, “of course you did, thank you for that but I’m still and you're hurt” he says in a gentle yet stern tone causing you to laugh. Kenny quickly cleans and wraps your side before helping you struggle on his hoodie and pulls you into a light hug, his face burrowed into your hair as he shakes trying to suppress sobs, “when Karen called I thought the worst, I’m so glad you're ok.” He says, before pulling back and looking over your face. You give him a smile and press a light kiss to his cheek, “remember ken, who is responsible for your missing tooth? I think I can handle myself.” You tease him lightly before he helps you to settle into his bed. He threads his fingers lightly through your hair as you start to feel tired from pain and all the energy you used, “y/n, I love you, your family and I will ALWAYS be there to protect you. Please be safe and sleep well bubba” he whispers, pressing a kiss to your forehead and covering you with the blankets before sliding back out of the window to let you rest.

#south park #south park smau #x reader #x reader text #short drabble #mysterion #Kenny

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