#this is way too much pressure/tweek tweak/

[tiniedemon]

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poly creek headcanons

craig tucker & tweek tweak

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sfw

— at first they were happy with each other and only each other

— they didn’t really feel any blank spaces in their relationship

— then they befriended you

— you were like a ray of sunshine for them

— it was like they found the missing puzzle piece they didn’t realize wasn’t there

— it took a while, but craig finally came to tweak about it

— he was really upset for liking you the way he did

— tweek was just as upset with himself

— “tweek, honey, i’m so sorry. i think i’m falling for y/n.” “i think i might be too. it’s t-too much pressure! i can’t take it! it’s stressing me out.”

— now that they were on the same page, they needed to bring it to you

— said conversation went something like this:

“y/n, we need to talk to you about something,” craig finally said as he seated himself next to you. his arm was rested on the arm of the couch, his legs relaxed and parted to the sides. tweek was fidgeting on your other side, head down and legs pressed together, knee bouncing. you were calm, a kind smile on your face as you rested your hand on tweek’s knee for comfort.

“yeah, of course. what’s up guys?” you inquired, your other hand rubbing craig’s shoulder. based on the slight twitch of his eye and the twist of his lips, you could tell the nonchalant man was stressed.

“h-how do you feel about us?” tweek rushed out, stumbling over his words. his face was red, eyes and nose twitching, lips restless against one another.

“if i’m being completely honest, i have quite the crush on the both of you. i’m willing to push it down and ignore it if you’d both be more comfortable with that,” you responded, withdrawing your hands to your lap. it felt a little weird to be caressing them after you’d just confessed your feelings. tweek apparently had other thoughts, as he gripped one of your hands in both of his and brought it to his lap to fidget with. his vocal tics calmed down with the action, and you smiled at him.

“we recently realized that we do too. we’ve talked about it and we want to invite you into our relationship, if you’d like,” craig drawled, the slightest hint of a smile on his straight face. you nodded slowly, mulling it over, before offering a bright smile to both of them separately.

“i’d love to, actually.”

— the relationship dynamics were surprisingly easy to figure out

— the three of you were already pretty much a throuple, just without the label and all the physical affection

— craig is a little more standoffish with physical affection, and tweek’s love language is physical touch

— craig’s is more acts of service, but he doesn’t like making a big deal out of the little things

— craig loves cooking breakfast for you and tweek

— tweek loves getting to sleep in and cuddle with you

— craig will leave you both cute notes and reminders on the mirrors and windows

— but would rather convince tweek someone broke in and left them than own up to doing it himself

— naturally you have to comfort tweek because he’s flipping out about a break in

— the three of you don’t enjoy public dates or outings

— craig has sensory overloads after a few minutes and tweek’s anxiety is too bad

— usually your dates consist of watching a movie that the boys fall asleep in the middle of

— so you clean up the snack mess and tuck them in for a nice nap

— usually you end up driving and the boys rotate between passenger and backseat

— but tweek always gets aux because his music taste is the only one all three of you can agree on

— tweek is anxious, craig is stoic, and you’re compassionate

— perfect throuple amen

nsfw

— even before you entered that step of the relationship with the two of them it was obvious craig had a size kink

— he had an obsession with comparing his hand sizes to yours

— also comments on how much smaller than him you are

— tweek is a soft dom

— he loves nurturing you

— craig is a harder dom

— he loves ruining you

— so while tweek is taking care of you and being gentle craig is turning you into a mess

— they love tagteaming you

— craig loves watching the bulge in your stomach every time tweek thrusts into

you

— but he’s also got his hand between your legs playing with you the entire time

— i imagine tweek is a slut for anal

— he’s dying to try double penetration on you

— craig is so down but something about anal throws him off so he’d always take the front door

— but that’s fine because the back door is good for tweek

— only if you’re comfortable with it of course

— craig is in love with three way kisses

— he also loves it when the two of you go down on tweek together

— he loves turning both of you into whining, whimpering messes

— tweek couldn’t find the clit at first

— but craig showed him and it was like he just knew what to do with it immediately

— craig and tweek are an evil duo when it comes to you

[ruby-winchester24]

Tweek Tweak headcanons!!

{sfw+nsfw} {fem reader}

when you first met him he was a total wreak, he was trying to come off his meth addiction and also trying to cope of being left by Craig.

when you got closer he figured out he wasn’t totally gay like he thought he was.

the school and his parents were also very surprised, mostly all is South Park.

his parents really do like you, but you don’t really for what they did to Tweek. but you still keep the peace.

they are happy to see there son happy again.

he found comfort in your presence more then he did in Craig, that definitely fucked up his emotions.

it took him a while to finally understand his emotions and not go into a panicked rage.

you had to be the one to confess your feelings first, i’m not sure if he could without having a panic attack.

a lot of people asked questions about your relationship.

mostly what’s it like to be with a spaz.

you work at the coffee shop with him.

and yes you do get paid very well😋

he always makes you go home early if you have to close shop because he is scared you will get kidnapped.

it was his idea to have life360 so he knows were you are at all times, because of anxiety.

he is actually in great shape for being a meth addict.

you are his biggest supporter when it comes to his boxing.

he always waves at you when he is in the ring.

he always has bruises or cuts on him from being punched so much.

boxing lets him release a lot of stress he has built up over the years, he finds it better then any therapy session.

he continued to do boxing throughout his childhood and now he is getting scouted out by prizefighting officials.

definitely thought it would be to much pressure.

poor boy is definitely starved of love so show him some.

thoroughly enjoys sleepovers.

you made him delete twitter because it makes him a nervous wreck.

he loves to cuddle at first he wasn’t so sure but now that’s almost all you do now.

he still has ticks, because of how messed up his body and mind are from the constant amount of meth is his system for years.

it also messed up his growth he is only 5’8 i don’t see him being to tall.

once you play cod zombies and he had a panic attack because it’s low key scary asf, so you don’t play that game anymore.

he told you about the underwear gnomes.

Craig was also surprised that Tweek wasn’t all about he way gay.

Craig was upset to see him with another person but he also dumped him because of how Tweek acts, so he moved on quick.

words of affirmation and quality time are his love languages, he just needs to know you actually love him😭

he forgets to brush his hair a lot so you always have to do it for him.

he is very insecure about himself especially his teeth because there so yellow from him drinking coffee every day for years.

because of his anxiety he is always worried that you will find someone better.

he freaks when you talk to another guy because what if he steals you from him!?

you always remind him that your not gonna leave him.

homeboy is always asking were your going when he see’s your location move on life360.

he does not like pda the most he will do is hold hands, he doesn’t like when people look at you guys.

you always drive him places, he hates driving.

also when you make a risky decision on the road he will scream like a child.

he talks a LOT.

he has mommy and daddy issues☹️

if you cry he will cry too.

you guys have spa days a lot, it relaxes him so much.

he writes you letters all the time it’s the easiest way for him to express his love for you.

his hands are freakishly big compared too the size his wrists

he love’s fidget toys.

NSFW!!

switch, mostly a bottom bitch.

5 inches.

but when he does top he goes feral.

his pace is always fast and animalistic.

he holds you like your a porcelain doll

when he is jealous he goes crazy in the bedroom, but he will not degrade you but he will put you in your place.

he would hold you with a death grip.

he would make you make eye contact with him when he cums.

“why w-would you make me jealous like that!”

“you know that i’m t-the only one that can make you feel t-this way!”

“ahhh fuck your p-pussy is so good~”

eye contact that’s all i got to say.

remember how i said his love language is words of affirmation that also includes in the bedroom.

“oh g-god i love you so much”

“ahh jesus you make me feel so good”

when he is on bottom he is super whiny and he just wants to be good for you.

he calls you mommy 100%

and yes he likes to be pegged. that is 70% of sex between you guys.

he really likes a slow pace, he would rather make love then fuck.

he is mostly vanilla but he does like is praise.

sometimes he likes to act like a brat so you punish him.

his favorite punishment is when you deny his orgasm but that’s his little secret

he always holds your hand during sex, he just wants to touch you.

kissing always turns him on. every single time.

poor guy just wants to make you feel good.

he loves it and when you call him sweet nicknames

“your doing so good for me sweetheart”

“such a good boy for mommy~”

he is LOUD, like i’m pretty sure the neighbors can hear…

i am so so sorry for not getting this out sooner i had some bad writers block but thank you for the support over this time i luv you all���️

[missuswalker]

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 😍

[daisys-silliness]

Safe in your mothers arms

Characters: Mrs. Tweak/Tweek

Lee/Ler(s): Lee!Tweek, Ler!Mrs. Tweak

Summary: Tweek is terrified by the news and thunderstorm outside, luckily his mom is there to help him calm down.

Notes: Hi I haven't written in a long while so I apologize if the quality isn't the greatest. Also this is a tickle fic, please skip by if you do not enjoy fics like these, ty :)

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It was a Saturday in South Park. Not many people were out due to the storm, so most stores were closed because of it. Mrs. Tweak absolutely did not want her son out in that storm either so she decided to keep the store closed.

Tweek sat on the couch. He was already shaking and freaking out because of the loud sounds outside. There was never a storm this loud in South Park before. It was..very frightening to say the least.

Tweek was on edge already, and he decided to look at the news to see how bad everything was. Of course, they were covering how trees were falling over and catching on fire, and how there could be potential deaths from that.

Tweek gasped and began screaming and panicking when he saw this. He threw the remote on the sofa and looked out the window, seeing a tree branch fall over in the road. He began crying as this was too much to take in. Mrs. Tweak heard the commotion and immediately stopped what she was doing to rush into the living room and crouch down in front of Tweek.

Mrs. Tweak: "Honey?! Son..what happened?"

Tweek: "WAAA!! THE TREES!! THEY'RE GONNA FALL ON THE HOUSE AND CATCH FIRE!!"

Mrs. Tweak: "Oh honey..I can assure you that won't happen. There aren't even trees near our house anyway. Nothing will happen to you and I will make sure of it. Come here"

Mrs. Tweak picked up her son and held him close. She rocked him gently as she placed his head on her chest, his ear close to hear her heartbeat. She gently rubbed Tweek's back as she comforted her son.

Tweek slowly started to calm down. He hugged his mom as he let himself be comforted. The feeling was nice...and it was enough to drown out the negative things for the moment. She looked at Tweek and placed a kiss on his forehead.

Mrs. Tweak: "Let’s get you comfortable honey. You can lay in bed and I'll bring you your dinner."

Tweek: "But what..what about if you're in the kitchen and I'm in- oh god!"

Mrs. Tweak: "Do you want me to be in here with you while we eat?"

Tweek nodded. He felt more at ease when someone was with him and he didn't feel alone. He felt this way with anyone close to him, like Craig, Stan's gang (err.. sometimes), Bebe and Wendy, and his mom. Tweek gave his mom another hug before he was set down on his bed. He was noticeably still on edge a little.

Mrs. Tweak: "Are you alright? Do you need anything else?"

Tweek: "I- uh...I don't know. I- ARG! too much pressure thinking!!"

Mrs. Tweak: "Here, I already have something in mind"

Before Tweek could ask, Mrs. Tweak sat down next to him and crept her hands onto Tweek's stomach, wiggling her fingers on his skin. Tweek almost immediately began to giggle and squirm as she started, wiggling around like a worm. She began to explore her tickling fingers up to his ribs and armpits, causing Tweek to shriek and try to bat at her hands.

Tweek: "Mohohom!!! No!! Not therehehe!!!"

Mrs. Tweak: "Why not? You look like your having fun"

She removed her hands from his shirt and took a gentle hold of his ankle, lightly swiping her nails across the bottom of his foot. Tweek snorted and laughed more, trying to wiggle out. He curled his toes down and kept trying to pull away as he laughed from the tickly sensation.

Mrs. Tweak then flew her hands back to Tweek's stomach, letting her fingers dance around the sensitive skin. Tweek's legs began kicking as he wiggled around, he was definitely having fun and he felt a lot better. After a bit, Mrs. Tweek stopped when she noticed Tweek doing the "that's enough" wave.

She smiled and picked up Tweek, hugging her son, and Tweek hugged back. A smile on his face was now present as the tickles helped him and his mood. Suddenly Tweek felt himself being slightly raised. He was confused and was about to question, but was interrupted by the feeling of a raspberry on his stomach.

Tweek shrieked and cackled, slightly covering his face in embarrassment. She gave him a few more raspberries on his bellybutton, sending Tweek into a series of snorty high-pitched giggles. She set him down on the bed after that, and he was still a giggling mess. Mrs. Tweak slightly giggled herself.

Mrs. Tweak: "I love you, Tweek"

Tweek, still through giggles: "I-I love you too, mom"

Mrs. Tweak: "I'm going to be in the kitchen, just come down if you need anything, alright?"

Tweek nodded and watched his mom leave the room. He covered his face in deep embarrassment from the surprise raspberries, but he wasn't really complaining. While he waited for his mom, he messed around with his legos a bit. He made a 2d "image" of himself, Craig, and Stripe..oh yeah he was definitely keeping that.

Occasionally, Tweek went downstairs to talk with his mom and just be with her in the kitchen. Once dinner was done, they headed to Tweek's room and ate while chatting. Tweek told her about all the silly shenanigans that happens in the coffee shop with Kenny and the goths when his mom isn't present in the front.

After dinner, Tweek got ready to head to bed. He felt uneasy sleeping alone with the storm still active..so he quietly snuck in his mom's room when she was about to sleep. She really didn't question why Tweek was doing what he was, and let him sleep in her bed. It was a better day for Tweek, safe in his mom's arms.

[themadsquirrel09]

Find you ☆ Chapter 2

👉 Click here to go to chapter 1! 🌌

👉 On AO3 chapter 5 is already out 👽

Fandom ☆ South Park

Ships ☆ KenMan ♡ KenEric (Eric Cartman x Kenny McCormick), Clybe (Bebe StevensxClyde Donovan) and Creek (Tweek TweakxCraig Tucker). There might be some glimpses of other ships.

Characters ☆ Kenny McCormick, Eric Cartman, Tweek Tweak.

Rating ☆ M

Warnings ☆ Swearing, violence, fluffiness. They are aged up here. It starts when they are 14 but happens mostly when they are 18, at the last year of school. 

Chapter summary ☆ At school, Kenny isn't feeling so good and Tweek stays with him; at night, he gets an unexpected call.

☆ 1013 words ☆

With love: (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ Stan

I have the first class with Tweek, which is nice because we have become close with the years.

“Hey man, are you feeling better?” He asks as the teacher goes on about who knows what.

“Not really, I feel worse… but don't say a word to Kyle!” He shakes a little harder than usual.

“You know I won't!”

“Yeah, sorry. It's just that I hate it when he tells me what to do.”

“I know, hanging out with him can be way too much pressure.” I smile. Fine choice of words. “Don't you want to go to the infirmary?”

“I'll be fine! What's your next class?”

“Chemist.”

“Oh, I have English. See you at lunch, then.” I walk away, but he catches up to me.

“I’ll just skip that, man. You don’t look so good.” We end up going to Stark's Pond.

“Are you sure about this, isn’t it too much pressure?” I say, mocking his motto, he flips me off and I snort. It is still funny that he got that from Craig.

“This is better than school,” says Tweek, looking at the nature.

“Damn right,” I lay down. “I’ll try to sleep, maybe that’s all I need.” Tweek takes a sweater out of his backpack and puts it over me.

“Aww, that’s sweet man. Thank you for staying with me.” He smiles. “If Craig ever gets too stupid, dump him and choose me instead.” I wink at him and he looks nervous for a second, just before he remembers I like to tease him like that.

“If you can joke around, then I guess you are not feeling that bad, right?” I feel like shit, but this cheers me up a bit.

I sleep for a couple of hours, until it starts getting too cold, so we go home. If I’m lucky, no one will be around. Inside the house, Cartman calls. That’s weird, he usually just texts or sends endless voice messages.

“How is it going?”

“Everything is so shitty today I want to kick myself in the nuts.” I laugh. He has his unique way to curse and I have grown fond of it. “But whatever, whatever! Soon it will be different. You’ll see, Kenny.”

“Oh, yeah?” But lately it feels like everything is out of control. Maybe it always was. “How so?”

“Don’t be an asshole, Kenny, if you push me I’ll tell you and you’ll ruin the surprise!”

“Ok then, I’ll hang up,” I say calmly.

“Don’t. Just tell me what’s new.”

“Well,” I have to think about something that doesn’t have to do with my shitty life. "Oh, right! Stan dumped Wendy."

“You mean that Wendy dumped Stan? That's not new!” He answers with a scoff, a grin grows on my face.

“No, idiot! I said Stan dumped Wendy! He did it.”

“Are you kidding me?”

“No.”

“That's fucking awesome.”

“Yes, I was sick of them. Stan gets all dark and goth,” I say, finally laying in bed.

"Screw that hippie bitch!”

“You are just pissed at her because you never got her to like you.” I hear him groan.

“Whatever, Kenny. How's Stan?” I guess it is that kind of stuff that makes me think he has changed.

“He was crying and laughing at the same time. It creeped me out! But I think he will be better soon.”

“He will find another hippie, if he doesn't then he still has his jew.” I hum. “Are you still sick?”

“Just a little.”

"God damn it Kenny, I told you not to stay out so late!” I chuckle.

"You can’t tell me what to do, but I will be fine. Don’t worry."  

“If I was there, I would just make you stay home for a while.”

“I’d like to see you try,” I purr, teasing and there's something delightful in his reply, between a scoff and a laugh.

"Kenny." The way he says it sends a shiver of satisfaction through me. “You flirty son of a bitch. What about you, are you dating someone new?”

“Not really. Got bored with the last one.”

“Weren’t you trying that polyamours crap?”

“Yes, I just. I don’t know. Maybe dating is not for me.” 

“And what about sex?”

“I’m too tired to think about that.”

“What. Is it Kenny the one I’m talking to? Did you die and got replaced by an evil clone?”

“Shut up, Cartman. You are being a fucking asshole.” He snickers.

“No, you are an asshole, Kenny. Get some rest and we will talk tomorrow, ok?” 

“Oh, ok.” I’m too tired anyway, so I fall asleep wondering what surprise is he talking about.

I wake up facing the window, the sun is shining and I feel better. I think about Cartman, and when I look at my cell phone, I see that he is calling. I pick up, but I can barely talk.

“Kenny! What the fuck?”

“Huh?”

“Are you still sick?”

“What. No. Better,” I mutter.

“You are late for school! Fucking run.” He hangs up. I look at the clock and shit! I’m half an hour late! I usually wouldn’t care, but I want to graduate this year, so I run as fast as I can, but when I’m getting to the classroom, I slide on a wet tile. I know my head is about to burst with a stair edge. I have died so many times, why is it still scary?

As I fall, my life goes through my eyes until I remember this morning call. 

Wait. 

How did Eric know I was late for school?

Something stops me right before the impact.

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[mixedupmelody]

♡ SOUTH PARK [1] ♡

☆ = fluff ◇ = smut ♧ = favorites

**any and all smut are with aged up characters

—STAN MARSH ☁️

“ dude, this is pretty fucked up right here. ”

—KYLE BROFLOVSKI ☁️

( hcs. ☆ ) selective kindness.

—KENNY MCCORMICK ☁️

( hcs / imagine. ☆ ) kenny and physical touch.

( hcs. ◇ ) fawning over a developed reader.

( hcs. ☆ ) selective kindness.

—ERIC CARTMAN ☁️

“ respect my authoritah! ”

—CRAIG TUCKER ☁️

( hcs. ◇ ) fawning over a developed reader.

( hcs. ☆ ) selective kindness.

—TOLKIEN BLACK ☁️

“ please god, send more rich kids to my town... ”

—CLYDE DONOVAN ☁️

( hcs. ◇ ) fawning over a developed reader.

—JIMMY VALMER ☁️

“ what a terrific audience. ”

—TWEEK TWEAK ☁️

“ oh man, this is way too much pressure! ”

—BUTTERS STOTCH ☁️

( hcs & drabble. ☆◇ ) daydreaming in class.

[c4ndyy-apple]

Love Languages (Creek Fanfic)

Summary: Craig explores the 5 Love Languages to see which one fits his relationship with Tweek the best, plus the 1 time Tweek tells him his actual love language.

Also on AO3

i.

“I think we should order in tonight,” Tweek said as he stretched out across the tiny couch. “I think my back has broken after carrying around all those boxes in work.”

Craig snorted at the complaint and also at the shapes Tweek was twisting himself into to try and stretch out and/or crack his limbs. His boyfriend had texted him earlier in the day to talk shit about how the new delivery manager his parents hired had fucked up the order, making Tweek carry around 3 times as many boxes of coffee bags than he usually would have to on a Sunday.

“I can check what’s open. What do you feel like eating, babe?” Craig said kindly, not wanting to make fun of Tweek just yet.

He gingerly sat down on the edgy of couch cushions so as to not interfere too much with the constant shifting of his boyfriend.

Tweek hummed thoughtfully for a few seconds before he decided solidly on chinese food. The shifting continued, even hanging himself backwards against the arm of the couch causing an audible crack to echo the room.

As Craig made an order of chinese food on UberEats he noticed a tab open on his phone that he forgot he was scrolling through during the day. The title of the article read The 5 Love Languages - Everything You Need To Know, the same article a group of women in his office had been fawning all over and discussing their favourites and how their respective partners do or don’t have the same love language.

Craig wasn’t sure what his love language was, nor did he know what Tweek’s love language was. He hadn’t given a lot of thought into how he loves Tweek, it just seemed to come naturally to him.

Deciding to give one a quick try he scrolled quickly to the first one, Words of Affirmation - Offer verbal compliments and words of appreciation.

“At least you don’t need to work out your arms now,” he voiced awkwardly, unsure about how to use words now that he was putting himself under pressure to use them.

“What? Why would I work out my arms?” Tweek stopped squirming and looked at Craig confused. “I thought you liked my arms?”

“Oh, I do.” Craig’s eyes swiftly glanced at the toned arms stretched out above Tweek’s head. “But, you know, this will have helped keep them the way they are.”

He couldn’t explain it, even to himself nevermind Tweek. But he was always attracted to his boyfriend's arms the most. During a game of ‘Truth or Drink’ in their college days Craig had been asked if he were more of a ‘dick or ass’ kind of guy by Clyde. In place of being asked ‘tits or ass’ like the straight guys at the party got asked previously.

Craig remembers immediately going on a drunken tangent about Tweek’s arms. Confusing the group and his boyfriend. He remembers telling the group he enjoyed their veininess, the forearm muscle, the hair, how they looked biteable when he rolled his sleeves up. He could go on and on, and he did. He still could.

“You’re weird man, they’re just arms,” Tweek rolled his eyes and used his elbows to lean up and look at Craig without having to strain his neck.

“They’re sexy arms,” Craig smirked. “I don’t make the rules, sorry.”

“I still don’t get the obsession, but whatever,” Tweek leaned all of his weight on one of his arms to grab at Craig’s shirt and tug him down onto their couch with him. “Now, cuddle me before the food gets here.”

ii.

Craig glanced at the obnoxious bunch of flowers in his left hand as he walked up the familiar street leading to Tweak Bros Coffee. His heart raced at the gray building, as if he had never met his long-time boyfriend for lunch before.

He had come to this exact place for lunch probably a billion times, but this was the first time he had come with a custom made bunch of flowers for Tweek. He had no idea how this would go down.

Before he reached the door, Craig took one last glance at the article he had saved in his phone. Receiving Gifts - Give thoughtful and meaningful gifts of any size, without an occasion. This one confused, he had to google ‘random gifts to give my partner’ and almost all of the search results pointed to flowers.

He, nor Tweek, were ever really into flowers or plants. Craig had no idea how this would go down.

The light jingle of the bell above the coffee shop door sounded as Craig tried to enter as unsuspiciously as possible. He let out a heavy breath as he watched Tweek turn around with a bright smile, which immediately left his face as he looked at Craig’s hand.

“What the hell?” His voice almost echoed around the empty coffeeshop.

“I got these for you,” Craig said nervously as he approached the counter and held the flowers out in front of him.

“Why?” Tweek asked slowly, his face scrunched up as he looked Craig up and down. “What did you do?”

“Nothing,” Craig said quickly. “I just, love you?”

Tweek glared at him as he accepted the flowers.

“What’s the occasion then?”

“There is none, I just lov-”

“You just love me?” Tweek looked unimpressed as he finished the sentence for an almost shaking Craig. The sceptical reaction was exactly why he was so nervous to gift Tweek anything.

“Yeah, man.” Craig rolled his eyes. “Sorry for being nice to you.”

“You’re always nice to me,” Tweek snorted and leaned over the counter to look at Craig expectantly. “Thank you, they’re very nice even though you’re being weird.”

Craig huffed out a laugh as he leaned toward Tweek in return, pressing their lips together gently. He felt Tweek’s hand that wasn’t holding the bouquet squeeze his bicep before trailing down and intertwining their hands together gently, making Craig’s heart skip a beat. Even after all these years.

Tweek pulled back to smile at him before he began to talk about a couple that had fought in the coffee shop over their breakfast. Apparently, he had texted Craig about the drama but he had missed the text over his flower related adventure that day.

At least Tweek liked the flowers.

iii.

Later that evening, Craig had planned his next move to discover his love language and potentially Tweek’s. He had set up their evening perfectly by looking up activities related to the next ‘Love Language’ on his list.

Quality Time - Give your partner undivided attention via exclusive time together . What the hell did that even mean? They lived together, how was Craig supposed to spend more time with Tweek?

On his way home from the coffee shop, Craig bought a variety of puzzles and games they could do together. He even bought a recipe book as the article stated that cooking together is great for this love language.

He had a ton of activities they could do together. Tweek would have his undivided attention all evening.

As soon as Tweek entered their little apartment, Craig leaped up to greet him and give him a tight hug before leading them to the couch.

“Ugh, that afternoon sucked.” Tweek slouched down and flopped his feet atop their coffee table. “I do not want to have to use my brain until I am back in that hell hole.”

Uh, oh. What activities required the least brain power?

Craig smirked as, actually, this scenario was perfect for this love language test. All he had to do was ask what happened and keep up eye contact with Tweek as he listened to whatever story he was about to tell.

“What happened, honey? More drama?” Craig sat down as close to Tweek as he could, shifting so he could see his face better.

“Dude, those two were insane! They must have jinxed my day, I should not have enjoyed the drama so much,” Tweek shook his head before looking directly at Craig. “Woah, you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m good. Why?” Craig stiffened his shoulders at the sudden question.

“You were looking at me all super intense, man. Is there something on my face?” Tweek frowned and touched his own cheek with his fingertips. “What were you looking at?”

“Oh, I was-” How could he explain what he wanted? “I just wanted to see your eyes.”

“My eyes?” Tweek was visibility confused, for the second time that day. “Okay, dude.”

Tweek shifted and looked at Craig straight ahead as he continued talking about his day, ranting and laughing at certain parts. Craig remained silent as he stared at Tweek’s face while he talked.

He wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do about the whole Quality Time thing when they were just talking. It felt weird just keeping eye contact without doing anything else, even though their eye contact would break briefly everytime Tweek rolled his eyes at certain aspects of his ranting.

This was nice, he enjoyed spending time with Tweek.

iv.

It was 5:30AM, two hours before Tweek had to be at work and Craig was standing alone in their kitchen idly waiting on Tweek’s daily morning coffee to finish brewing.

Usually, they would stay cuddled up together until the very last second they could and Tweek would swiftly run out the door and drink a cup of coffee at the shop while doing prep for their opening for the day.

But not today. Craig looked at the screen in his hand, almost with an evil glare as he re-read the paragraph titled Acts of Service - Run an errand for your partner, cook a meal, complete a household chore.

The most simple and most Tweek ‘Act of Service’ listed on the article was to make your partner a cup of coffee in the morning. Craig knew exactly how Tweek liked his coffee, it was difficult not to when he had watched him drink the stuff for almost 20 years.

“Craig?” He heard a croak from the hallway outside the kitchen. Oh, shit.

Craig locked his phone and immediately stuffed it into the pocket of his PJs. His heart almost melted at the sight of his boyfriend, who looked positively frazzled and unbelievably tired.

“Good morning, my love,” Craig said softly, he opened his arms toward the approaching Tweek. “How was your sleep?”

“It was fine,” Tweek mumbled into his chest as he snuggled his nose into the bare skin. “Why are you awake and not cuddling me?”

“I was making you coffee before you needed to leave for work.” Craig replied sheepishly, suddenly feeling guilty that he didn’t stay in Tweek’s arms for longer before they needed to part.

“You’re too nice to me,” Tweek mumbled back, a small smile spread across his face. “Do we have the right cream?”

Craig hummed out a yes before pressing a kiss into his boyfriends bright blond hair.

Once the coffee machine was done brewing, Craig made a cup for Tweek and a cup for himself to enjoy together on the couch before they had to face the world for the day. Tweek’s smile as he was handed the coffee cup made the extra early wake up totally worth it for Craig.

v.

It was almost 10PM on a Friday night, the TV had some random movie on, there were take-out boxes on the coffee table and Tweek was perched sideways on Craig’s lap laughing at the bad acting they had been too lazy to turn off.

The final love language on the list was Physical Touch - Hug, Kiss, Hold Hands. Which, out of all the love languages, confused Craig the most. Wanting to do these things with your partner should feel the most natural, in Craig’s opinion. Why be with someone if you don’t want to touch them?

Tweek was always hanging off of Craig, so convincing his boyfriend of a cuddle and movie night was a breeze.

Craig allowed his hands to roam wherever they could reach. The way Tweek had positioned himself in Craig’s lap, Craig had one hand on top of his thigh and the other on his upper back to keep him upright.

This may be Craig’s favourite type of moment between the two of them. Just in their own little bubble, enjoying each other and as close as possible.

“Do you think the sidekick is hot?” Tweek asked suddenly.

Craig diverted his attention from Tweek to the TV again to see the character Tweek was referring to.

“Not really,” Craig replied. “Don’t know if you noticed but brunette’s don’t really do it for me.”

He lightly tugged a lock of Tweek’s hair, just to make him huff in annoyance before smirking back at Craig.

“Oh? So, if I dyed my hair brown you wouldn’t be attracted to me?” His boyfriend challenged, a wide smile on his face as he wrapped two arms around Craig’s neck.

“Okay, maybe in that case brunette’s would do it for me.” Craig kissed his cheek before continuing. “What would you do if I went for a bleached look?”

“Oh god, I would so make fun of you,” Tweek chuckled and threaded one hand into Craig’s hair. “It would go so ginger because of how black your hair is.”

“Touche,” Craig said back before leaning in to kiss Tweek again who hummed in appreciation at the contact.

i.

“You’ve been extra sweet to me this week,” Tweek said as he pulled back. “What’s going on?”

“Hmm, nothing.” Craig said, trying to pull his love back in for more kisses.

“No, no. There is definitely something,” Tweek side-eyed him. “Is everything okay? Did Clyde say something dumb again?”

“No,” Craig sighed. “The women in my office were talking about love languages, so I’ve been trying them out to see which one is ours.”

Craig shrugged nonchalantly as Tweek’s head nodded in instant recognition.

“Not where I thought this was going, but it also makes sense.” Tweek nodded carefully. “What one do you think is ours?”

Craig sighed and shook his head.

“I don’t know, dude. I keep getting confused about which one is the most obvious way that I use to show you that I love you,” Craig explained, unable to look away from Tweek as he spoke. “They all seem so normal I guess.”

“They seem normal?” Tweek let out a laugh as he asked.

“Yeah, like why would I not do all 5 things for the person I love. It doesn't make sense,” Craig huffed as he watched Tweek burst into uncontrollable giggles.

“That’s because you use all of the love languages dummy,” Tweek said as if it were obvious. “You always have done, even when we were 10.”

“Wait, you know our love language?”

“We don’t have one collective one, Craig.” Tweek tilted his head to the side as he spoke. “I don’t know if you noticed during your research but my love language is physical touch.”

As Craig thought back, Tweek was right. He was always clinging onto Craig physically in one way or another when they were together.

“I wanna touch you all the time, because that’s how I show you love, right?” Craig nodded at Tweek’s words. “And you have a lot of little ways of showing me. Let me see, for Words of Affirmation, you constantly call me by a pet name. I don’t think I’ve heard you call me Tweek to my face in over a decade, actually.”

Craig let out a scoff at the over-exaggeration.

“For the gifts, you always buy me random stuff you think will help me out. Like all the snacks you bought for tonight because I was stressed, or the cruise you got for us last year.” Tweek looked fondly over at the photo frame of the two of them clinking their beer glasses together on the deck of the large cruise ship.

“Okay, so I pamper you a little bit.” Craig blushed.

“You really do,” Tweek laughed. “An example of Quality Time is this entire evening you set up for us. For Physical Touch, you always hold my hand and kiss my face. And Acts of Service is so obvious for you.”

“Is it? I found that one the hardest to try and do something for this week.” Craig confessed, making Tweek give him a frown.

“You do everything for me, Craig. Without me even asking or expecting you to,” Tweek said simply. “Now that I think about it, it’s probably your main love language out of the five.”

“You think?” Craig was surprised at the revelation.

“Oh totally, man.” Tweek confirmed with a peck on the lips. “Even when we fight, you can’t help yourself but make sure everything is taken care of. It’s really cute.”

“You’re cute,” Craig deflected and pressed his forehead into Tweek’s neck.

[schrodingers-tits]

Ok! I’m gonna mainly discuss the mental disorders he has and explain how they affect him

So first, we know about Tweek’s addiction from his parents. In my canon, they decided on Tweek’s seventh birthday that their son is old enough to help out with their business. This includes taste testing coffee, which is canonized in TFBW. Eventually, Tweek started to REALLY want to drink the coffee a lot because he gets a weird, tingly, funny feeling when he drinks it. Drinking so much coffee for someone so little caused some big problems, like the obvious anxiety/paranoia, acne, restlessness, and ✨ psychosis ✨

Anxiety disorder: the most obvious disorder. Any distressing event can cause a lot of pressure on tweek and make it hard for him to function. Because of this, Tweek has to constantly live in a state of fear and has multiple panic attacks a day. Luckily, Craig tries to comfort him and seems to work wonders on Tweek’s anxiety.

Paranoid personality disorder: the other obvious one. It’s very, very hard for tweek to perform some tasks because he worries he’ll get hurt. Tweek does research on some of these disasters to see what he can do to prevent it or stay safe. Chances are you’ll need to reassure him that he’s likely to be okay during these.

Adhd: in Gnomes, Mrs tweak claims the reason her son is so hyper is because of ADHD. It’s heavily implied that she said this as a cover up, but I still headcanon tweek to have this because I have it too and I like to self project. Tweek canonically has trouble focusing, so this could mean he might just have ADHD. The hyperactivy isn’t something to care about because of the coffee.

And now, disorders tweek doesn’t canonically have but does have in my canon:

Autism: more self projection. Tweek stims a lot mostly to let anxiety out. His special interests are Pokémon, Lego’s and animals. Funnily enough the first and third are mine too. Tweek is sensitive to loud noises, so he sometimes wears noise cancelling headphones. In my rehab AU, Tweek enters a large burnout, sleeps often, acts more soft (trying not to fanonize him, he’s just been through a lot) and is often semiverbal. He also has many meltdowns instead of anxiety attacks in this AU.

Depression: yes, even tweek gets depressed often. If Tweek loses someone or does something that makes him “hate (his) brain”, chances are hell lie in his bed all do and do barely anything. Unfortunately, he (as a teenager) has hurt himself on purpose (usually burning himself his coffee or repeatedly hitting his head on a wall) and attempted a few times. Pro tip: bring Stripe to Tweek during a depressive episode. You won’t regret it.

Epilepsy: so. Meth can cause seizures. Autism is often comorbid with epilepsy. So, if an autistic kid drinks coffee repeatedly ever since he was seven, it’s likely something bad will happen to your brainwaves. If Tweek gets very, VERY stressed, he might seize. His epilepsy seemed to have formed when he was eleven, and it got bad a year later and he almost died from a long seizure.

There’s probably more I headcanon him to have but I can’t seem to remember them well on the top of my tongue. So, in conclusion, Tweek needs a hug.

oooo! I love these so much. Personally, I also headcanon (well, semi-canon) him to have Tourette’s, due to his tics. I, myself, suffer from tics, and his ‘tweaking’ is very reminiscent of these. The way he just moves past them when talking like they didn’t happen at all is very tic-disorder-behavior.

Another one (this one definitely more headcanon-y) is cognitive/motor disinhibition. Tweek obviously suffers from paranoia, however, from the description of cognitive disinhibition, it could tie in as well. The unwanted thoughts that keep a person from focusing sounds very Tweek-like.

Next: mania. This is tied into his coffee/meth addiction, however he shows signs of it when he doesn’t have coffee. This is clearly withdrawal of sorts, but it leads to a manic-like state.

The last one is OCD. Tweek’s paranoia is a part of the reason why I believe this, though I’m not sure how canon it is. It’s more of a headcanon, as his anxiety is almost parallel to that of people I know with OCD and anxiety. Again, there isn’t much proof that I have stored in my brain, but it is more a headcanon.

Good talk!! :) /gen

[membermentmania]

August 13th, 6:00-7:02 am

Sometimes all it takes to turn everything you’ve ever known upside down is one person. A person with striking blue eyes and raven hair. A crooked smile and tired eyes. A soul that won’t stay gone and a heart willing to forgive every betrayal committed against him. Someone willing to forgive your sins and still look at you live you’ve hung the stars. A person you could never stop loving no matter how hard you try. 

It could be someone else. 

It could be anyone else.

But this is who it was for Tweek. 

Tweek Tweak had finally made it to adulthood. He was practically vibrating with excitement at the thought of getting his assigned job. On Eldoria, it was customary to learn just about everything in preparation for whatever life could possibly throw at its citizens. Tweek learned so much during this time. He was a bit of a loner, but he had two best friends he would die for. His life had been fun so far, but he was ready for his next chapter. He secretly hoped he would be working with one of said best friends, however. 

On the day of his twentieth rotation, he walked into the assignment building, trying to ignore the anxiety bubbling through him. He worked so hard to get it under control, but whenever stress started to creep in, so did little whispers of anxiousness. But he made it inside! He checked in at the front desk before taking a seat to wait. And he waited. 

And waited. 

And waited. 

And continued to wait for, Seriously, why is this taking so long?  

“Tweek Tweak!” a woman’s voice bellowed, snapping him from his thoughts. 

He whipped his head up with a quiet yelp, looking at the exhausted woman waving him inside. He stood up, ignoring the tiny remnants of tremors in his hands and walked towards her. He breathed out a quiet “hello” as he followed her into the hallway. The fluorescent lights and white walls felt blinding and extremely unnecessary, only serving to heighten his anxiety. A pit started to form in his stomach as he realized there was nothing influencing what job he would get. He wasn’t anything special. He wasn’t necessarily not special either. But there weren’t any largely notable moments in his life that would’ve put him in a position where his options would be swayed in one way or another or he could speculate what he would be assigned to. 

When she led him into her office, she circled her desk and took a seat. He took the uncomfortable wooden chair across from her. He immediately noticed that she already had the hard copy of his file out, which he appreciated. He assumed that meant that she was at least putting some serious thought into this. He noticed a few things before she spoke up. She had a little potted succulent on her desk. Along with some philosophy books on her bookshelf. “Well… You’ve definitely been assigned an interesting job…” 

She sounded perplexed. Tweek hated it. She could’ve requested to have it changed based on his file, but it seemed she thought it was a good fit. Maybe it was just because he didn’t look the part. That was a thing. It happened with Bebe. Bombshells that seem like total ditzes rarely get to be doctors. “What is it?” he asked, lack of confidence oozing out of the simple question. 

“According to your file, due to your combat, assessment, and political skills, along with minimal emotional attachments, you’ll be working as an interplanetary assessor.” 

“WHAT?!” he yelled, not even caring about the outburst. Oh fuck. No no no no no. That is too much fucking pressure! His breaths started to grow short and ragged.  

She put a gentle hand on his, catching his attention. “Take a breath.” she instructed patiently. He let his eyes fall shut and took an aggravated, but very slow deep breath. “I take it you know what interplanetary assessors do?” she asked calmly. 

“Yes, ma’am.” Interplanetary assessors periodically checked on planets that housed the most hostile creatures the universe had to offer, blasting them back to their version of the stone ages so they couldn’t get too advanced. These life forms would likely destroy the universe if they were allowed to advance too much. The custom dated back to the first uprising, nearly hundreds of thousands of years ago. Tweek understood why they did it, but the custom made his skin crawl. Bloodlines were wiped out because of their actions and it never sat right with him. Despite these creatures being the ‘worst of the worst,’ this wasn’t something he would ever want to do. And of course I get fucking assigned that as my job! Fuck! 

“You’ll be assigned to planet Earth. You’ll serve five terms and then you can live out the rest of your days in comfort.” Tweek didn’t care about comfort. He just wanted to work a regular, maybe arguably shitty job, enjoy his time with his friends, and exist in peace. This felt like the exact opposite of that. 

But still, he dared to ask. “How long is their planetary cycle?” 

“They line up about every one thousand years.” 

“THAT’S FIVE THOUSAND YEARS!” he yelled in response, frustration fully taking over. 

“And about five weeks of active work time,” she snarked. “This is one of the highest regarded jobs a person can be given.” The look she gave him made his skin itch. She was looking at him like he was an ungrateful child. And maybe he was. Five weeks of working for the entirety of his life and he’d be regarded as a noble. I should be grateful for this. 

He let out a defeated sigh. “Okay. When’s my job orientation?” 

She offered him a polite smile. “Earth’s assessor had to retire early. Your orientation starts tomorrow.” 

Tweek wanted to scream. He knew exactly what this meant. He would not be starting in a few hundred years, or even a few months, he would be starting soon. “Okay,” he breathed out. “Thank you.” 

“You’re welcome, Tweek.” 

He quickly stepped out of her office and practically flew down the hallway, escaping the building as quickly as possible. The second he was outside, he broke out into a run. He ran the entire way to Bebe’s house and frantically knocked on her door, not thinking to call her to even see if she was home. She should’ve been home and that was close enough. 

Excited emerald eyes met his as she opened the door with a smile. “Hi babes, what’s goin’ on?” 

A hand flew up into his hair without permission, gripping tightly onto his locks. He was freaking out. “I’m fucked!” 

Her eyes widened slightly before her entire face softened. She gently reached her hand up, grabbing Tweek’s hand and untangling it from his hair. “Okay,” she murmured. “I take it your assignment went poorly?” she asked softly. 

“YES!” he wailed. 

She waved him inside, closing the door behind him. “What happened?” 

“Ale me before I throw up.” He kicked his shoes off and trailed further into her living room, taking a seat on her couch. Bebe toddled into the kitchen, grabbing two ales from her fridge. She tossed a can at him and he caught it with one hand, quickly tapping the top before opening it. He took a long sip, but the fizzy alcoholic beverage did nothing but taste good. “I’m an interplanetary assessor. Orientation is tomorrow.” 

Bebe’s jaw dropped. She took a moment to gape at him before finally getting the words out. “Fuck, I’m so sorry, Tweeks.” Bebe didn’t exactly share his sentiments about interplanetary assessors, but she knew and respected his stance on it. “If I could trade places with you, I would,” she said remorsefully. 

He leaned his head back, looking up at her ceiling like it would offer him answers. “I don’t know what to do,” he groaned. 

She took a seat next to him and put a hand on his shoulder. “You take a breath. Take care of yourself. Do your job and try to focus on the good. How many terms do you have to work?” 

“Five.” 

“Okay. See. That means you’re set for life over basically five weeks of work. And you get to spend the rest of your time home, taking care of yourself.” She tried for a reassuring smile. 

He took a deep breath, leaning forward and dropping his face into his hand. “I don’t know if I can do this, Bebs.” 

“I have seen you do the most impossible shit over the past, like, fifteen years. Of course you can.” 

The next week went by in a flash. Tweek woke up on his twentieth rotation and straight into one of his worst nightmares. There wasn’t a thing he could do about it. Orientation was relatively simple. His process was overly explained to him to a point of exhausting redundancy. 

He was to get into the ship the government provided, fly to Earth, disguise himself, and descend onto the planet. He would spend a week there to observe where they were on a technological standpoint, and confirm that their cycle was still accurate. After his week was up, all he had to do was press a single button. It felt cruel that that was all they had to do, like that somehow made it easier. Maybe for some, it did. It didn’t feel easier for Tweek, it just felt wrong. 

Tweek also learned what humans were. The feelings he had only served to fester at the realization that humans looked so much like Eldorians. Because of course, he would get assigned to the worst possible planet in the worst possible job he could’ve been assigned. He was jittery. Every breath he took felt uncertain. Pale sage eyes looked muted as the world started to grow dimmer. Each day came too quickly. His mission was seven days after his first day of orientation. It was too cruel. 

Bebe and Wendy took him out to celebrate his entrance into adulthood and tried to take his mind off of his inevitable departure. He tried his best to enjoy it. But drinking only brought in a new wave of thoughts that didn’t serve to help. Maybe he would die down there. It’d happened hundreds of times before. It would happen again. If he died down there, it would buy Earth three weeks at most. He wouldn’t be a hero for dying down there. Well, not on Earth at least. The thoughts made his skin crawl in the worst way possible. But still, he hoped drinking would soothe some of the ache in his soul. 

It didn’t. He just woke up more anxious. But he sucked it up and tried to push through. The next day he’d be off to leave for his mission. He dragged himself out of bed, not bothering to shower or get dressed into something ‘work-appropriate.’ They could make him do this job, but they could not make him be excited or professional about it. 

He had as few interactions as he physically could at the office. He showed up solely to pick up all the necessary materials for this job. He was practically in and out. He answered simple ‘yes, sir’s and ‘no, sir’s to his boss, took his items and left. He stopped by Bebe’s to see his two favorite people and say goodbye. He felt completely empty by the time his head hit his pillow.

Luck did not shine down on him. He laid there for hours, just waiting for sleep to come. Then his alarm went off. He did not sleep a wink by the time he had to leave. He felt like he blinked and he was stepping into his ship. He was thankful for the autopilot system he had, even though he probably would’ve preferred to crash on his way there. 

In all, the journey took two days. He passed by planets that looked familiar, along with planets and structures that were completely alien to him. At some point, he got so incredibly lucky and managed to fall asleep. 

Sleeping only served to make the trip go by faster though. He hated that he made it to the little orb called Earth so quickly. He wasn’t sure how long he spent looking out the window, just observing. There were so many different colors and shapes that stood out against the blue. He tried to psych himself up, but watching the planet named after literal dirt only added to his anxiety. 

He let out a dramatic groan as he walked over to the cylindrical machine in the corner. Now that he was in orbit, it was linked so he could properly blend in with the humans below. He stepped into the too cramped tube, letting a bright flash of light blind him. 

He quickly made his way out, immediately noticing the differences. He had five fingers instead of six, something that he didn’t realize when he was looking the files on humans over. His hair was different. Way softer than what it normally was. Still pale blonde, just weirdly soft. The usual light blue tint his skin had faded into something with more peachy undertones. He stepped towards the mirror, wanting to get a better look. He looked odd, but he didn’t hate it. He hated that he thought he looked kinda cute. He silently hoped all humans weren’t kinda cute. That would only make this that much worse. 

His real complaint lied with his lack of shirt. His body had deliberate black lines, snaking around it. It was some sort of makeup he didn’t understand. Humans customs changed each time someone went down there, so there was no telling what was what. 

He hoped he looked the part, but he didn’t exactly know what he was walking into. He took a deep breath. He was going to try his best to blend in, so at the very least he didn’t get murdered. Humans seemed to be keen on that. He ran a quick inventory, making sure everything was right. His wristband transformed into some sort of cord, but he quickly figured it out. Everything was just dulled down into something way more rudimentary. He was fine. Fuck it. He took another, slower deep breath before pulling on the left cord, sending himself to the world below. 

[smalltowndimwits]

Whoa, I never meant to brag

But I got him where I want him now

Whoa, it was never my intention to brag

To steal it all away from you now

[lyingmakesyousterile]

Clyde: She's literally my soulmate and you all not seeing that is starting to piss me off.

Craig: You fall in love with everyone our age you see at the grocery store.

Tweek: And the airport.

Craig: We cannot keep enabling you.

Clyde: Maybe you don’t understand cuz y’all aren’t lovable.

Tolkien: Ok, let’s relax.

Tweek: Woah, unprovoked.

Craig: Dude.

Clyde: We made eye contact in three different aisles.

Tolkien: Hold on, you didn’t even talk to her?

Clyde: No, I was scared.

[jewbeloved]

Hi, I was wondering if you would be willing to due Kyle, Butters, Tweek, and Craig (separately) Headcanons with a SO who acts like Mikan from Danganronpa? If you don't know who that is, then just a SO who apologizes too much and is extremely shy

Thank you

Kyle, Butters, Tweek, and Craig with a Mikan! s/o😭😣💖💖

Mikan falling into those "positions" makes me really uncomfortable so I might feel a little uneased while writing this 😭

Warnings: mentions of clothes removal, falling into uncomfy "positions"

Gender: Neutral

💚 Kyle Broflovski 🧃

The first time Kyle saw you, something in his heart made him feel like he needed to protect you.

If you ever apologize nonstop while crying and repeatedly ask him to forgive you, he would try to calm and reassure you that you don't have anything to apologize for to him.

But when Kyle is in a bad mood and is angry, you thought he was mad at you so you offered to take off your clothes so he wouldn't be upset at you anymore.

"Y/n?! were you just about to take off your clothes?!?!" He immediately stopped you from doing so until you bursted into tears again.

"I'm sorry! you were really angry today and I thought it was because of something I did to make you mad! IM SORRY!!"

What makes you think he would be angry at you? He would never!

"N/n im not angry at you! It's just that I was just having a bad day today, but it doesn't mean you were the one who caused it"

You sob silently as you bury your head into Kyle's neck as he hugs you.

He knows that some people will try to take advantage of you by pretending that you did something to them to get you to take off your clothes for them.

He honestly isn't afraid to stab somebody's right eye out if those people ever tried to touch you.💚💚💚💚💚

💛 Butters Scotch 🌈

He's always becoming a flustered mess whenever you were around him to be honest, people do wonder how you both got together.

You were the one who confessed first.

Even when Butters is a tiny bit upset, you often do offer to make him feel better by taking off your clothes.

But he probably didn't really understand why you would want him to feel better if you took off your clothes, so that made you pretty awkward and embarrassed.

You explained it to him and he immediately apologized for not understanding sooner, but he still didn't want you to do that even If you didn't do anything to make him upset.

If people knew about you removing your clothes you could also be taken advantage of just like Butters in some situations.

He may always be friendly towards people, but he won't allow somebody to use your vulnerable state as their advantage like Cartman, or especially if it's one of the 6th graders.

He would go professor chaos on their asses.💛💛

💛 Tweek Tweak 🌼

People also indeed wonder how you both got together.

Let's just say that Wendy helped you both get together 🫠🫠

Tweek always felt comfortable around you most of the time so confessing to him went really smoothly 💖

If you start crying and apologize nonstop thinking that you did something to him, Tweek would freak out and wouldn't know exactly what to do.

He would try to calm you down and say that you didn't do anything wrong at all even If you think so.

His twitching might sometimes make you think you triggered something in him by accident, which would also be one of the reasonings for your cries.

If you ever try to take off your clothes for him, that's gonna make him twitch even more than usual.

"AH-AH, Why are you taking off your clothes for Y-y ACK! Y/n?! Did somebody force you to do this???"

He's gonna have a lot of wild imaginations on what could possibly made you want to do that, that's way too much pressure you know....

"N-nobody forced me to! I wanted to do this to make you feel better....you're always twitching and such....so I wanted to calm you down by taking off my clothes for you Tweek...." Tears began to fall off your eyes.

"But being with you already keeps me calm enough, why would taking your clothes off do that??"

You weren't really interested in taking off your clothes, so you ended up explaining it to him directly.

Now he feels a bit bad for freaking out so abruptly without looking for an explanation first...

You and Tweek can be really vulnerable sometimes so it would give others to take advantage of you both, especially you.

But don't worry, Tweek will put aside all his coffee drinking and twitching If he has to beat or blow someone up with a bazooka in order to protect you and him.💛💛💛💛💛💛

💙 Craig Tucker 🧀

Craig really doesn't care how shy you are or how much you cry, he always finds a way to cheer you up and calm you down.

He is pretty chill tbh, so not much of a chance of him getting upset or ticked off at anything.

If you accidentally dropped stripe out of your hands and feared that Craig might be angry with you because of that.

You immediately apologized nonstop to him before he could even get a chance to reaction.

"AH! I'm so sorry Craig! I didn't mean it please forgive me! I can take off my clothes If it means you won't be mad-"

"Stop. First off, I'm not mad at you Y/n and I already forgive you, second of all you don't need to take off your clothes in order to get me to accept your apology. I could never be mad at you."

He won't lecture you on how you shouldn't offer to take off your clothes for anybody since it could be dangerous especially If it's some creepy pervert. But he will If you still didn't get the message the first time.💙💙💙💛💛💛

I didn't know what else to write for Craig🫠🫠🫠

[vikkirosko]

Butters, Tweek & Craig reaction to a raisins girl in love with them?

Headcanons Raisins girl

⚡️Butters Stotch x fem!Reader 🔨

Butters remembered how he mistook the flirting of the cafe waitresses for their real feelings for him, so when you told him that you liked him, he didn't believe you. You were one of the waitresses at Raisins and flirted with customers for tips, but Butters didn't visit the cafe where you worked for a long time, so he didn't understand why you were flirting with him

Every time you and Butters met, whether it was at school, at the mall or somewhere else, you showed him increased attention, were nice to him, smiled at him a lot and flirted with him. You didn't hide the fact that you were in love with him. You tried to prove to him the sincerity of your feelings, but at the same time you tried not to put too much pressure on him. Butters seemed bright and innocent to you. You didn't want to offend him with your excessive assertiveness

Butters was often embarrassed when you flirted with him. It was difficult for him to admit even the thought that you might really like him. He thought you were a beautiful, charming girl and he couldn't believe that a beauty like you turned her attention to him. Sometimes he even began to think that you were doing it to make fun of him

You understood that there were a lot of unpleasant rumors about your colleagues, but you weren't going to let these rumors get in your way. Your feelings were sincere and you wanted to prove it to Butters. You understood that you would have to put a lot of effort into making him believe in your sincerity, but you were ready for this

🖕Craig Tucker x fem!Reader 🚀

When Clyde called Craig to Raisins, he expected everything to be the same as every time they went there. The waitresses surrounded Clyde with attention, wanting to get as many tips as possible, and only you turned your attention to Craig. You often saw him at school and you liked him, so you decided to take advantage of the opportunity that fell to you

Craig was surprised by your attention, but outwardly remained indifferent. He was sure you were doing it for the tip, just like your colleagues. But when you met at school, you again began to show increased attention to him. You were really in love with Craig and you tried to show him signs of attention to attract him

You tried to communicate with him often outside the cafe to show him that the purpose of your communication with him is not a tip. You wanted to prove to him the sincerity of your feelings. You didn't want him to think less of you because you work as a waitress at Raisins

Clyde has often told his friend that you are clearly interested in him. Craig wasn't sure of the sincerity of your feelings, but he wouldn't mind if you were really in love with him. Your sincerity awakened feelings in him that he wasn't sure about yet, but he intended to sort them out soon

☕️Tweek Tweak x fem!Reader ☕️

Tweek rarely visited Raisins, but sometimes he delivered orders there from his family's coffee shop. That's when you met. Every time he came to the cafe where you worked, you picked up the orders you brought, did not miss the opportunity to flirt with him

Every time you showed him increased attention, he blushed a lot and was more nervous than usual. He didn't understand why you were acting like that, because he's not even a cafe visitor. At first, he thought that you just wanted him to become a cafe visitor, but when you began to behave the same way in other places, he finally stopped understanding the reason for your such behavior

At first, you really flirted with him for fun. But watching him, you realized that you really liked him. You showed him your feelings as best you could, hoping that you could convey to him how sincere you were

Tweek it was hard to believe in the sincerity of your intentions, but you were not going to give up. You wanted to show him that you're really in love with him and that you don't care about tips. You were hoping he could understand your real feelings

[c4ndyy-apple]

Love Languages (Creek)

Summary: Craig explores the 5 Love Languages to see which one fits his relationship with Tweek the best, plus the 1 time Tweek tells him his actual  love language. 

Also on AO3

i.

“I think we should order in tonight,” Tweek said as he stretched out across the tiny couch. “I think my back has broken after carrying around all those boxes in work.”

Craig snorted at the complaint and also at the shapes Tweek was twisting himself into to try and stretch out and/or crack his limbs. His boyfriend had texted him earlier in the day to talk shit about how the new delivery manager his parents hired had fucked up the order, making Tweek carry around 3 times as many boxes of coffee bags than he usually would have to on a Sunday.

“I can check what’s open. What do you feel like eating, babe?” Craig said kindly, not wanting to make fun of Tweek just yet.

He gingerly sat down on the edgy of couch cushions so as to not interfere too much with the constant shifting of his boyfriend.

Tweek hummed thoughtfully for a few seconds before he decided solidly on chinese food. The shifting continued, even hanging himself backwards against the arm of the couch causing an audible crack to echo the room.

As Craig made an order of chinese food on UberEats he noticed a tab open on his phone that he forgot he was scrolling through during the day. The title of the article read The 5 Love Languages - Everything You Need To Know, the same article a group of women in his office had been fawning all over and discussing their favourites and how their respective partners do or don’t have the same love language.

Craig wasn’t sure what his love language was, nor did he know what Tweek’s love language was. He hadn’t given a lot of thought into how he loves Tweek, it just seemed to come naturally to him.

Deciding to give one a quick try he scrolled quickly to the first one, Words of Affirmation - Offer verbal compliments and words of appreciation.

“At least you don’t need to work out your arms now,” he voiced awkwardly, unsure about how to use words now that he was putting himself under pressure to use them.

“What? Why would I work out my arms?” Tweek stopped squirming and looked at Craig confused. “I thought you liked my arms?”

“Oh, I do.” Craig’s eyes swiftly glanced at the toned arms stretched out above Tweek’s head. “But, you know, this will have helped keep them the way they are.”

He couldn’t explain it, even to himself nevermind Tweek. But he was always attracted to his boyfriend's arms the most. During a game of ‘Truth or Drink’ in their college days Craig had been asked if he were more of a ‘dick or ass’ kind of guy by Clyde. In place of being asked ‘tits or ass’ like the straight guys at the party got asked previously.

Craig remembers immediately going on a drunken tangent about Tweek’s arms. Confusing the group and his boyfriend. He remembers telling the group he enjoyed their veininess, the forearm muscle, the hair, how they looked biteable when he rolled his sleeves up. He could go on and on, and he did. He still could.

“You’re weird man, they’re just arms,” Tweek rolled his eyes and used his elbows to lean up and look at Craig without having to strain his neck.

“They’re sexy arms,” Craig smirked. “I don’t make the rules, sorry.”

“I still don’t get the obsession, but whatever,” Tweek leaned all of his weight on one of his arms to grab at Craig’s shirt and tug him down onto their couch with him. “Now, cuddle me before the food gets here.”

ii.

Craig glanced at the obnoxious bunch of flowers in his left hand as he walked up the familiar street leading to Tweak Bros Coffee. His heart raced at the gray building, as if he had never met his long-time boyfriend for lunch before.

He had come to this exact place for lunch probably a billion times, but this was the first time he had come with a custom made bunch of flowers for Tweek. He had no idea how this would go down.

Before he reached the door, Craig took one last glance at the article he had saved in his phone. Receiving Gifts - Give thoughtful and meaningful gifts of any size, without an occasion. This one confused, he had to google ‘random gifts to give my partner’ and almost all of the search results pointed to flowers.

He, nor Tweek, were ever really into flowers or plants. Craig had no idea how this would go down.

The light jingle of the bell above the coffee shop door sounded as Craig tried to enter as unsuspiciously as possible. He let out a heavy breath as he watched Tweek turn around with a bright smile, which immediately left his face as he looked at Craig’s hand.

“What the hell?” His voice almost echoed around the empty coffeeshop.

“I got these for you,” Craig said nervously as he approached the counter and held the flowers out in front of him.

“Why?” Tweek asked slowly, his face scrunched up as he looked Craig up and down. “What did you do?”

“Nothing,” Craig said quickly. “I just, love you?”

Tweek glared at him as he accepted the flowers.

“What’s the occasion then?”

“There is none, I just lov-”

“You just love me?” Tweek looked unimpressed as he finished the sentence for an almost shaking Craig. The sceptical reaction was exactly why he was so nervous to gift Tweek anything.

“Yeah, man.” Craig rolled his eyes. “Sorry for being nice to you.”

“You’re always nice to me,” Tweek snorted and leaned over the counter to look at Craig expectantly. “Thank you, they’re very nice even though you’re being weird.”

Craig huffed out a laugh as he leaned toward Tweek in return, pressing their lips together gently. He felt Tweek’s hand that wasn’t holding the bouquet squeeze his bicep before trailing down and intertwining their hands together gently, making Craig’s heart skip a beat. Even after all these years.

Tweek pulled back to smile at him before he began to talk about a couple that had fought in the coffee shop over their breakfast. Apparently, he had texted Craig about the drama but he had missed the text over his flower related adventure that day.

At least Tweek liked the flowers.

iii.

Later that evening, Craig had planned his next move to discover his love language and potentially Tweek’s. He had set up their evening perfectly by looking up activities related to the next ‘Love Language’ on his list.

Quality Time - Give your partner undivided attention via exclusive time together . What the hell did that even mean? They lived together, how was Craig supposed to spend more time with Tweek?

On his way home from the coffee shop, Craig bought a variety of puzzles and games they could do together. He even bought a recipe book as the article stated that cooking together is great for this love language.

He had a ton of activities they could do together. Tweek would have his undivided attention all evening.

As soon as Tweek entered their little apartment, Craig leaped up to greet him and give him a tight hug before leading them to the couch.

“Ugh, that afternoon sucked.” Tweek slouched down and flopped his feet atop their coffee table. “I do not want to have to use my brain until I am back in that hell hole.”

Uh, oh. What activities required the least brain power?

Craig smirked as, actually, this scenario was perfect for this love language test. All he had to do was ask what happened and keep up eye contact with Tweek as he listened to whatever story he was about to tell.

“What happened, honey? More drama?” Craig sat down as close to Tweek as he could, shifting so he could see his face better.

“Dude, those two were insane! They must have jinxed my day, I should not have enjoyed the drama so much,” Tweek shook his head before looking directly at Craig. “Woah, you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m good. Why?” Craig stiffened his shoulders at the sudden question.

“You were looking at me all super intense, man. Is there something on my face?” Tweek frowned and touched his own cheek with his fingertips. “What were you looking at?”

“Oh, I was-” How could he explain what he wanted? “I just wanted to see your eyes.”

“My eyes?” Tweek was visibility confused, for the second time that day. “Okay, dude.”

Tweek shifted and looked at Craig straight ahead as he continued talking about his day, ranting and laughing at certain parts. Craig remained silent as he stared at Tweek’s face while he talked.

He wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do about the whole Quality Time thing when they were just talking. It felt weird just keeping eye contact without doing anything else, even though their eye contact would break briefly everytime Tweek rolled his eyes at certain aspects of his ranting.

This was nice, he enjoyed spending time with Tweek.

iv.

It was 5:30AM, two hours before Tweek had to be at work and Craig was standing alone in their kitchen idly waiting on Tweek’s daily morning coffee to finish brewing.

Usually, they would stay cuddled up together until the very last second they could and Tweek would swiftly run out the door and drink a cup of coffee at the shop while doing prep for their opening for the day.

But not today. Craig looked at the screen in his hand, almost with an evil glare as he re-read the paragraph titled Acts of Service - Run an errand for your partner, cook a meal, complete a household chore.

The most simple and most Tweek ‘Act of Service’ listed on the article was to make your partner a cup of coffee in the morning. Craig knew exactly how Tweek liked his coffee, it was difficult not to when he had watched him drink the stuff for almost 20 years.

“Craig?” He heard a croak from the hallway outside the kitchen. Oh, shit.

Craig locked his phone and immediately stuffed it into the pocket of his PJs. His heart almost melted at the sight of his boyfriend, who looked positively frazzled and unbelievably tired.

“Good morning, my love,” Craig said softly, he opened his arms toward the approaching Tweek. “How was your sleep?”

“It was fine,” Tweek mumbled into his chest as he snuggled his nose into the bare skin. “Why are you awake and not cuddling me?”

“I was making you coffee before you needed to leave for work.” Craig replied sheepishly, suddenly feeling guilty that he didn’t stay in Tweek’s arms for longer before they needed to part.

“You’re too nice to me,” Tweek mumbled back, a small smile spread across his face. “Do we have the right cream?”

Craig hummed out a yes before pressing a kiss into his boyfriends bright blond hair.

Once the coffee machine was done brewing, Craig made a cup for Tweek and a cup for himself to enjoy together on the couch before they had to face the world for the day. Tweek’s smile as he was handed the coffee cup made the extra early wake up totally worth it for Craig.

v.

It was almost 10PM on a Friday night, the TV had some random movie on, there were take-out boxes on the coffee table and Tweek was perched sideways on Craig’s lap laughing at the bad acting they had been too lazy to turn off.

The final love language on the list was Physical Touch - Hug, Kiss, Hold Hands. Which, out of all the love languages, confused Craig the most. Wanting to do these things with your partner should feel the most natural, in Craig’s opinion. Why be with someone if you don’t want to touch them?

Tweek was always hanging off of Craig, so convincing his boyfriend of a cuddle and movie night was a breeze.

Craig allowed his hands to roam wherever they could reach. The way Tweek had positioned himself in Craig’s lap, Craig had one hand on top of his thigh and the other on his upper back to keep him upright.

This may be Craig’s favourite type of moment between the two of them. Just in their own little bubble, enjoying each other and as close as possible.

“Do you think the sidekick is hot?” Tweek asked suddenly.

Craig diverted his attention from Tweek to the TV again to see the character Tweek was referring to.

“Not really,” Craig replied. “Don’t know if you noticed but brunette’s don’t really do it for me.”

He lightly tugged a lock of Tweek’s hair, just to make him huff in annoyance before smirking back at Craig.

“Oh? So, if I dyed my hair brown you wouldn’t be attracted to me?” His boyfriend challenged, a wide smile on his face as he wrapped two arms around Craig’s neck.

“Okay, maybe in that case brunette’s would do it for me.” Craig kissed his cheek before continuing. “What would you do if I went for a bleached look?”

“Oh god, I would so make fun of you,” Tweek chuckled and threaded one hand into Craig’s hair. “It would go so ginger because of how black your hair is.”

“Touche,” Craig said back before leaning in to kiss Tweek again who hummed in appreciation at the contact.

i.

“You’ve been extra sweet to me this week,” Tweek said as he pulled back. “What’s going on?”

“Hmm, nothing.” Craig said, trying to pull his love back in for more kisses.

“No, no. There is definitely something,” Tweek side-eyed him. “Is everything okay? Did Clyde say something dumb again?”

“No,” Craig sighed. “The women in my office were talking about love languages, so I’ve been trying them out to see which one is ours.”

Craig shrugged nonchalantly as Tweek’s head nodded in instant recognition.

“Not where I thought this was going, but it also makes sense.” Tweek nodded carefully. “What one do you think is ours?”

Craig sighed and shook his head.

“I don’t know, dude. I keep getting confused about which one is the most obvious way that I use to show you that I love you,” Craig explained, unable to look away from Tweek as he spoke. “They all seem so normal I guess.”

“They seem normal?” Tweek let out a laugh as he asked.

“Yeah, like why would I not do all 5 things for the person I love. It doesn't make sense,” Craig huffed as he watched Tweek burst into uncontrollable giggles.

“That’s because you use all of the love languages dummy,” Tweek said as if it were obvious. “You always have done, even when we were 10.”

“Wait, you know our love language?”

“We don’t have one collective one, Craig.” Tweek tilted his head to the side as he spoke. “I don’t know if you noticed during your research but my love language is physical touch.”

As Craig thought back, Tweek was right. He was always clinging onto Craig physically in one way or another when they were together.

“I wanna touch you all the time, because that’s how I show you love, right?” Craig nodded at Tweek’s words. “And you have a lot of little ways of showing me. Let me see, for Words of Affirmation, you constantly call me by a pet name. I don’t think I’ve heard you call me Tweek to my face in over a decade, actually.”

Craig let out a scoff at the over-exaggeration.

“For the gifts, you always buy me random stuff you think will help me out. Like all the snacks you bought for tonight because I was stressed, or the cruise you got for us last year.” Tweek looked fondly over at the photo frame of the two of them clinking their beer glasses together on the deck of the large cruise ship.

“Okay, so I pamper you a little bit.” Craig blushed.

“You really do,” Tweek laughed. “An example of Quality Time is this entire evening you set up for us. For Physical Touch, you always hold my hand and kiss my face. And Acts of Service is so obvious for you.”

“Is it? I found that one the hardest to try and do something for this week.” Craig confessed, making Tweek give him a frown.

“You do everything for me, Craig. Without me even asking or expecting you to,” Tweek said simply. “Now that I think about it, it’s probably your main love language out of the five.”

“You think?” Craig was surprised at the revelation.

“Oh totally, man.” Tweek confirmed with a peck on the lips. “Even when we fight, you can’t help yourself but make sure everything is taken care of. It’s really cute.”

“You’re cute,” Craig deflected and pressed his forehead into Tweek’s neck.

[smalltowndimwits]

😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 I'm BIG SAD that other-Tweek died!!!!!!! Nooooooooooooooo~ Got me RIGHT IN THE FEELZ

Tweek Selfcest was my OTP! 🤧🤧🤧🤧 and now one of you is in SUPERHELL for BEING GAY like on CW's SUPERNATURAL! WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA This is like if they split up Oncler and Greedler! 💔 Can you IMAGINE?? I CAN'T EVENNNNN! TT0TT ASDFGHJL;,

Oh, well! 😗 I guess that frees you up though! 🤗

Now Tweek: you should go kiss Kenny. Go kiss Kenny right now. Your in love with him and I'm going to go tell him right now that you've always wanted to lick his sexy booty. Your welcome! 😝💝💋😌

Sorry but I don't like Kenny that way. He's not my type. Besides he likes someone else.

And isn't the other Tweek dating Craig? So we would never happen even if we were both single

[lyingmakesyousterile]

Tweek Tweak + Green  Aesthetic 

“ They took my underpants, soon they'll want my blood! “