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DATING HEADCANONS W CRAIG AND THOSE GUYS ✔︎

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authors note; none

— craig tucker

hes a pretty nonchalant boyfriend.

And was very forward with his feelings, he let you know.

He wasn’t phased by your guy’s first kiss that much.

He enjoyed it, but didn’t say anything.

The relationship isn’t too eventful, which is shocking considering how chaotic the town is.

You two like to watch all of it happen in your own little bubbles often though.

Sometimes might even get involved in the situation if your lucky, or unlucky.

He watches red racer with you often.

Most definitely take care of stripe together, to the degree is usually on how close the relationship is.

You guys just sorta relax most of the time doing your own things, watching the havoc run wild.

…

— clyde donovan

Hes super nice, and an emotional guy still. But he can handle things a little better now.

I fully believe that he is still chubby, but honestly it helps with his football games and makes for some good warmth.

He treats you actually pretty good.

Yea, he remembers the shoe thing.

But he trusts you enough to know that you wouldn’t just be in it for the shoes.

He plays football, so if you happen to come to one of the games.

You should expect a sweaty jock to be running up to you after the game ends.

Even if he is a little more in control of his emotions, he sometimes cries if he loses big games.

If you dont cheer, your kinda like his personal cheerleader sometimes.

He went weak after the first kiss.

…

— jimmy valmer

who wouldn’t like a boyfriend who makes you laugh

he’s a good guy, boyfriend, and still comedian.

Before you two got together, he made some jokes shaped at your humor.

This guy is smooth with his words, and has definitely used pick up lines.

“d-did you just come out the o-oven? Because you’re h-hot.”

he definitely searched that up.

he’s asked for advice from his friends, but it hasn’t helped.

When he realized he actually got you, he was a little surprised.

Hes a somewhat confident guy, so he initiated the first kiss.

You sometimes just sit there while he makes jokes.

…

— tolkien black

superrr sweet boyfriend.

very supportive too, he’s one of the more understanding people in south park.

definitely took a bit more notice of you when his feelings for you became more noticeable.

he takes you out on dates a lot he be treating you good.

absolutely spoils you.

he himself is also on the football team with Clyde so again, expect a sweaty jock to run up to you after the game ends.

he’s a very considerate person, and values you alot.

In a way you could say he adores you.

makes sure your safe 24/7

He also just likes being around you.

…

— tweek tweak

oh god, hes nervous.

hes already nervous all the time, so it increases by ten times.

you met him while ordering something at Tweak Bros. Coffee House.

At first, he didn’t think much of it, simply thinking your another customer.

Yet the more often you showed up, the more he started getting to know you.

and soon enough, he began developing feelings for you.

So now hes too nervous to talk to you.

Your first kiss with him was initiated by you, of course.

Hes not that bold.

You sometimes help around the shop.

Or just watch him work.

He’s a little more calmer around you.

[timelessmystery]

Just Breathe: Chapter One

Fandom: South Park Pairing: Craig Tucker/Reader Words: 3,255 Rating: M Summary: Shutting the book and ignoring one Craig Tucker proves to be harder than you initially thought. AO3 Link

When you and Craig got together and were fighting, the outcome was never good. It usually ended up with someone’s emotions or pride hurt, but this time it was a lot worse.

You had woken up in Craig’s house, in his bed no less. Your clothes were haphazardly strewn on the floor along with his. The ravenette lay beside you, sleeping. You felt your stomach roll with anxiety. It wasn’t that you and Craig hated each other, you actually got along pretty well, but you weren’t necessarily best friends either. Craig wasn’t really nice to anyone except his best friends and Stripe, his guinea pig that he tried to convince everyone was immortal, but everyone knew he just kept buying guinea pigs that looked exactly the same and was in denial and was convinced the original Stripe was still alive. For Craig, everyone just boringly existed, and knowing what had just happened last night scared the shit out of you. How would he even react?

Craig was not into drama by any means; in fact, he liked life to be nice and boring. The only time his policy on this changed was anytime Stan was involved. They got along just fine normally, but whenever something unusual happened, it set him off and he was pissed. So since you were close friends with Stan and Kyle, you usually got grouped in with them when he was angry. Why was it so hard for him to believe that you had no control or part in the crazy shit Stan and company got up to?

Craig stirred, disturbing your thoughts. His cerulean blue eyes cracked open to survey you curiously.

“What the fuck are you still doing in my room?” he asked, narrowing his gaze upon you.

“I just woke up, asshole,” you replied, shooting him an equally nasty look back.

He rolled his eyes and laid his head back on his pillow. Craig was such a douchebag sometimes.

“What’s your problem, Craig? Why are you being such a dick?”

“Because you’re still here,” he sardonically responded.

“Go fuck yourself.”

“Why would I need to? You already did last night.”

“You’re such a jerk,” you responded, trying to reciprocate the sarcastic look he was giving you.

Suddenly, you heard footsteps coming up the stairs and you grabbed the articles of your clothing you could reach and dove under his bed, causing the boy above you to chuckle at your uncomfortable reaction. He just pulled his covers over himself and put on his best scowl for whoever was about to enter the room.

The door opened a crack and Craig’s little sister, Ruby, stuck her head in the room. She peered around curiously, before finally settling on staring at her brother. “Breakfast is ready,” she told him, giving him a dirty look. “Mom was calling you for five minutes straight, so she finally made me come up here and get you.”

“Yeah, whatever. Can you just get out so I can change?”

She wrinkled her nose in disgust, “You’ve never had a problem wearing your pajamas to breakfast before. And what is that weird smell? Did you forget to clean Stripes’ cage or something?”

“Ruby, I’ll be down in two minutes! Just leave!” he snapped, his voice sounding flustered.

She flipped him off and left the room, causing Craig to let out a shaky sigh of relief.

“She’s a pain in the ass,” he said, flinging the covers from his body and clambering to his feet. He was still naked, and when you crawled out from under the bed, your face was up close and personal with his butt. You stood up quickly and flushed as he pulled his boxers on, before he turned around to raise one eyebrow in annoyance.

“Can I help you?” he asked, folding his arms across his chest, having caught your eyes upon him.

“How am I supposed to get out of here?”

“Through the front door?” he asked, mockingly, pulling on his pajama pants.

You rolled your eyes and huffed at him in annoyance, hands placed firmly on your hips. “Oh yeah and I’m sure that’ll go over really well with your parents.”

“Then go out the window.”

You stared at him, waiting for the other end of the joke. He peered back at you apathetically. He wasn’t joking.“No! Fuck you, Craig Tucker, I’m not going out the window! We are on the second floor!”

“I don’t think we need a round two. Stripes’ been traumatized enough the first time. Don’t be such a baby, just go out the window.”

“If I’m going out the window then Stripe is coming with me.”

His eyes widened in surprise, but he quickly hid his expression. “Fine,” he replied petulantly, crossing his arms over his chest, “then follow me.”

You quickly pulled your clothes on and followed him as he led you down the stairs and into the main area of his house. His family stared at you incredulously as Craig opened the door for you.

“Craig,” came Mrs. Tucker’s voice as you walked resolutely towards the door. “Who is that?” Chancing a quick glance towards her revealed a look of mixed confusion and shock on her face.

“It’s just (Y/N),” he responded, flipping his family off and ushering you out the door. He promptly shut it in your face, leaving you standing on his front porch, staring open mouthed at the now closed door. Craig sure was a joy in the morning. Not even waking up after sex made him happy.

For a moment you were at a loss for what to do. Half of you was tempted to beat down the door and yell at Craig some more. He had just kicked you out of his house! The bastard! He’d gotten laid, then swiftly booted you from the premises. You were a bit confounded over what one does after a “one-night stand”. Was that what this was? You still weren’t sure. You needed to think, you needed some time to yourself, you needed-- a shower.

Reaching up, you gingerly fingered a strand of your matted hair and sniffed, shaking your head to clear your thoughts. Yes, a shower was definitely on your to-do list and you were quite done with Craig’s antics for awhile. It would be best-- for all involved-- if you headed home and got your priorities in order.

As you were about to leave, you heard Ruby shout from the kitchen, “So what was that weird smell in your room?!”

Your cheeks grew hot with embarrassment as you quickly stalked away from the Tucker house, not wanting to be subjected to this kind of humiliation anymore.

As you began the walk of shame home, you saw Butters sitting on his front porch looking at you curiously. “Well hiya there (Y/N)!” he called, waving you over, “how are you today?”

“I’m good, Butters, how are you?” you responded, trying your best to avoid talking to him for too long; you were in desperate need of a shower and you knew how strict his parents were.

“Oh I’m doing a-alright,” he replied, knocking his knuckles together nervously. “I got un-grounded today so my p-parents are letting me sit outside.”

“That’s great, Butters! Sorry, but I have to get going. Text me later, okay?” you called, jogging off. You and Butters had been friends since preschool, but that didn’t mean his parents didn’t terrify you. They were strict and grounded him all the time, for no reason.

When you finally got home to your empty house, you peeled off your sweaty and slightly smelly clothes and threw them on the floor, heading upstairs to take a shower. You turned the water on hot and, while you were waiting for the water to warm up, you got a text message.

It was from Craig. It was a selfie in which he was holding your panties and flipping you off. You quickly Googled a picture of a seemingly dead guinea pig and sent it back to him. While you were at it, you told him to also drink some of his mom’s bleach too.

You didn’t care enough to check your phone again, because in your opinion you had won that battle. You hopped into the shower and scrubbed furiously at your skin to remove all traces of the shame from last night. You washed until your skin was pink and raw, and even that didn’t make you feel good enough, but you supposed it would have to do. Yeah, Craig was hot (and a jerk), but that didn’t mean you felt any less dirty about what had happened.

You hopped out of the shower, wrapped a huge, fluffy towel around you and grabbed your phone. You had been scrubbing your shame away for the past 20 minutes. You also had 3 missed text messages; one from Craig, one from Butters, and one from Kyle.

You opened the one from Craig first and shook your head. It seemed the text had escalated. This time Craig had placed the panties over his head, so only some of his black hair peeked out beneath, and written in black sharpie across the butt was “Craig Tucker was here.” You frowned fiercely at your phone-- as if it was the one who had offended you personally-- and closed the text message. You were going to be the bigger person and not respond to him.

Upon deciding to ignore Craig, you opened the text from Butters next: “Hi (Y/N)! Did I do something to make you mad? You left awfully fast!”

“Not your fault Butters, I was in a hurry. I’m sorry, we have to hang out sometime okay? I miss you,” you responded, before going to open the text from Kyle.

You had known Kyle since before you could even remember. Your mom and his dad worked together at the same law firm. Kyle had been really shy when he was younger, partially because of his overbearing mom, so your parents set up play-dates all the time. Then you went to preschool and met Stan, Kenny, and-- unfortunately-- Cartman and you all just kind of became friends. Well, except Cartman, he wasn’t anyone’s friend, he just kind of tagged along everywhere.

“You never responded to my text last night,” read Kyle’s text. You stared at the text for several moments, trying to recall what exactly Kyle had texted you. Last night was still a bit of a blur for you at present. After several moments staring blankly at the tiny screen, you finally moved your fingers nimbly over the keys to reply.

“Sorry...I was um preoccupied?” you responded. You were about to set your phone down-- mostly because you knew it took Kyle ages to reply-- when it suddenly chimed again. Shit.

“Oh really? What were you doing? Do I even want to know?” Kyle asked back. You could almost picture his breezy, curious voice in your head. Trouble! Trouble! You should really try to steer this conversation back to neutral ground.

“You had a sleepover with Stan and Kenny last night, right? Why wasn’t I invited?”

“You know how my mom feels about having girls sleepover. Also stop trying to avoid my question, (Nickname).” Damn Kyle and his quick responses!

“I’m not avoiding anything,” you replied, stomach knotting. Why wouldn’t he just let this go? Did Butters tell him what a rush you were in this morning? When he was anxious he had done something wrong he usually texted your group of friends.

“Your text from last night was pretty cryptic. You’re only like that when you’re doing something you don’t want anyone to find out about.”

“What did it say? I don’t really remember right now. I just woke up,” you replied, anxiously cursing his curiosity and how much he cared for you.

“And I quote, ‘I’m going to regret this in the morning, aren’t I?’ What exactly did that mean anyway?” You could almost see Kyle tilt his head in that usual, inquisitive way he had. This was what happened when you were friends with someone for years and years; you could picture them in your damn head!

“Do you really want to know? You’re going to hate me. You can’t tell anyone, not even Stan!” you responded, gnawing at the inside of your mouth.

“Oh God, you make it sound like you’ve killed someone. It can’t be that bad.” You could just feel him getting annoyed with you and your unwillingness to divulge information. You guys didn’t keep secrets from each other.

“I may or may not have had sex with Craig Tucker,” you replied, almost afraid for the text you were about to get back in response. No text was forthcoming though. Instead, as you were drying your hair, a frantic Kyle called you. The minute you answered the phone you couldn’t even get the customary ‘Hello’ in as greeting. He instantly started bombarding you with questions.

“What the hell do you mean you slept with Craig Tucker!? Are we talking about the same Craig Tucker here? The one who doesn’t give a shit about anyone or anything!? What did he even do? Let me guess: he laid there with the most apathetic, boring look on his face, didn’t he? I bet that’s what happened, isn’t it!? Am I right?” He paused for all of two seconds, which definitely wasn’t enough time for you to respond. “Shit, now you have to give me details! How was it? How did this happen? What were you thinking to even let it happen!? Did--”

“Kyle, calm down!” you half shouted, cutting him off. “Yes, the Craig Tucker! And no, he actually showed more emotion than I’ve ever seen him show. More than I think he’s ever shown, ever.”

“This changes everything! Please, can I tell Stan!? Oh my God, he’s going to be shocked!”

“I don’t want this spreading around school, Kyle!”

“Please, this is Stan we’re talking about here, (Y/N)! He’s like a saint! But in all seriousness, what are we going to do?”

“I know Stan won’t!” you whined. “But I didn’t really want anyone to know about this at all, not even you! I’m not going to do anything about it! Craig and I aren’t going to be going at each other like rabbits all the time, because it didn’t mean anything!”

“But come on!” You could even hear the pout in his voice over the phone. “We’re best friends. Stan and I tell each other everything. Also, are you sure? You really don’t wanna get between the sheets with Craig again?”

You laughed at Kyle’s choice of words: he could be so blunt sometimes! “No, I don’t want to tap Craig again, Kyle,” you told him. “He said-- and I quote-- we’re not doing a round two, we’ve traumatized Stripe enough. Think of the poor, defenseless animal, Kyle! He probably saw more than he ever wanted to! He’s going to have nightmares for the rest of his little piggie life, thinking Craig has a tiny garden snake in his pants. I can’t have that on my conscience!”

Kyle let out a loud, awkward guffaw before you heard him fall off his bed from laughing too hard. “Was it really that small!?” he rasped, sounding as though he had tears starting to form in his eyes.

“Hell if I remember.”

“You’re terrible, (Y/N)!” he giggled, trying to calm himself down. “I’m okay mom, I promise!” you heard him call, distantly. He must have pulled the phone away from his face so he didn’t blow out your eardrums. You heard him let out an annoyed sigh, before he began to speak into the phone once more. “So, anyway, why don’t you remember? Were you drunk?”

“No. I was just so mad. We were fighting over Stan’s shenanigans and how he blames me for being involved, getting him involved, and I don’t know why! Because I have nothing to do with what Stan does in his free time, that would probably be more Wendy’s area of expertise. But we were just screaming at each other and then one thing led to another and yeah...I don’t know why I can’t remember...it’s frustrating. Maybe I’m still in shock or Craig was so good that I blacked out, I have no idea.”

“God, don’t let Kenny hear you talk like that! He’ll volunteer as tribute to go next!”

“That’s just fantastic,” you mused, going into the kitchen to grab a snack. Kyle continued to ramble on while you opened the fridge, perusing what your parents had bought from the store earlier that day. Nothing was really catching your eye, so snapping the fridge’s door closed, you grabbed a banana from the counter.

“So, is this going to change things?” Kyle asked. “Between, you know, Craig and you?”

“I doubt it,” you replied around a mouthful of banana. Kyle made a noise of disgust. He always hated it when you talked with your mouth full. You only persisted in doing it because you knew he disliked it so much. You chewed and swallowed before continuing with, “We both know Craig. He’s not going to suddenly be all nice to me just because he got into my pants.”

“You have a point there,” Kyle sighed. There was silence for several long, indeterminable moments, but it wasn’t awkward or uncomfortable. Kyle and you had been friends long enough that you could be quiet together without feeling the need to force words to come out. You trudged back to your room and flopped down onto your bed, your wet hair spread out over your pillow and probably dampening your it.

“I guess that’s that for now,” you told him honestly. There wasn’t much to be done. It was all over with, behind you, with no way to go back and undo it. You had had sex with Craig Tucker. You had lost your virginity to Craig. You winced a little at that thought. You’d always held the idea that you’d lose it to someone you really cared for-- not that you didn’t care for Craig, but you had envisioned a boyfriend of some kind-- but you supposed it was too late for regrets now. “I’ll see you at school, Kyle. I’m gonna let you go.”

“Okay,” Kyle said and you could hear a smile in his voice. “Try not to have sex with Craig again. I know he’s hard to resist for you.”

“He’s like my apathetic, asshole kryptonite,” was your sardonic reply before you hung up without another word. You threw the phone onto the pillow next to your head and stared up at your ceiling, kicking your feet idly from where they hung off your bed. Well, all in all, that could have gone much worse. Kyle could have reamed you a new one for being so stupid, or Craig could have been a lot harsher with you when you had sex. You were only moderately sore, and you were going to count that as a huge plus. You’d heard having sex for the first time could sometimes hurt the girl horribly.

A yell came from the front door, signalling the return of your mother from work. “Coming,” you hollered as you clambered to your feet. It was time to shut the book on this debacle and move onward! You’d try not to give Craig and his deflowering of you another thought. Which would probably end up being harder than first thought.