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sparkles-and-trash · 4 years ago

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Craig and Those Guys, Headcanons Masterpost ~

Craig Tucker

Looks:

tall and gangly

has really pretty, thick black hair, but is always wearing his chullo so he always has hat hair lol

light blue/grey-ish eyes

long face, defined jaw

really smooth skin, which is odd since he has no routine what so ever

casual style, lot’s of hoodies and those Adidas pants with the white stripe at the side?

Personality:

he has a resting bitch face, but like, as a personality?

like, when he’s not thinking about anything special or talking about something he cares about, he’ll just sorta tune out and look pissed and/or bored

but he isn’t grumpy or careless

just a little aloof lol

cares a lot about his boyfriend, friends, family and pet(s)

doesn’t always feel confident when showing it tho

dorky, he loves space and his niche shows and likes tidying haha

has the dorkiest laugh and is super embarrassed about it hehe

Friendships:

isn’t that good with people tbh

but he really values his friends, and enjoys spending time with them

will fight for his friends, hands down

is weary around new people, like the the two boy gangs started to hang out a little more, he was the one who took the longest to open up and be chill with it

likes seeing his friends having fun and being passionate, so he always tries to keep up with their interests etc

which sometimes surprises people

but like I said, he is really a nice guy, he just has a rising bitch personality

Family:

has a healthy and good family dynamic

is kinda awkward with showing them affection tho

his dad and him have a “slap each other on the back and huff” type of relationship

but deep down they both know there’s a lot of love and acceptance there<3

Laura is a cool mom, fight me

not like, too cool, she has rules and is an authoritarian person

but she is also funny and sees through her kids’ bullshit

Tricia is really similar to Craig in a lot of ways

they stay out of each other’s way mostly, but sometimes hang out casually

doesn’t really fight that much?

Ships and relationships:

y’all know it, it’s always creek time around here

I usually see Craig as demiromatic gay

he and Tweek totally have that best friends and lovers type of relationship

like, not too lovey dovey, but sure as hell passionate at times

Craig genuinely have so much fun with his bf man, he just wants to hang out with him all the time

isn’t too creative when it comes to dates and stuff, but he really tries

often gets help from Token and the others when it comes to it

actually doesn’t mind PDA, at least chill PDA like handholding and kisses etc

Token Black

Looks:

pretty tall and broad, but not like, super fit, he’s just naturally like that

around the start of high school he started growing his hair out a little, he keeps it in a short and manageable length

he has very remarkable eyes, dark brown at the edges and they get almost golden by his pupils

handsome, simply put haha

I would describe his style as preppy/casual?

like, he dresses nicely, and likes looking sharp, but he isn’t a snob about it!

I feel like he would look amazing in purple and wear it often!

Personality:

always writing in a little notebook

loud, contagious laughter

big conscience, always tries to do the right thing

while his friends and classmates loves the perks of his wealth, Token himself feels bad about it a lot

he has a tendency to get a little down about the state of world and it’s unfairness

he works with a lot of charities and is a volunteer and both the pet shelter, the homeless shelter and the children ward of the hospital, and he really, genuinely loves doing it

Friendships:

very protective of his friends

because he volunteers a lot, he started running into Stan and Kenny at both the pet shelter and homeless shelter a lot, as Stan is a huge animal rights lover and Kenny genuinely likes helping both people and animals

the three of them start becoming better friends because of this, eventually brining the two groups closer together

he is one of the few people Craig will actually go to for relationship advice etc

which is kinda funny because Token is a casual dater all through High School

nothing wrong with that! and like, he still has great advice and is very good with people in general

very good at making people feel included

the mom friend 100%

comforts Clyde, keeps Jimmy’s antics under control, keeps Tweek from killing Cartman and helps Craig actually communicate dhslkfhb

Family:

has a good relationships with his parents!

but feels like he has to live up to a certain level of expectations at times

his dad is a bit old-fashioned in some senses, but he means well

and both his mom and dad loves him a lot and is super proud of what a wonderful person he is (so am I ilu Token you’re doing amazing sweetie)

Ships and relationships:

first of all, I think Token is bi!

I like Tyde, but my OTP for him is Tokenny!

I just really like the dynamic potential and think they would make each other the best versions of themselves?

Token is great at being suave and charming in general and on first dates that’s casual, but if he already has a crush and/or feelings he is a mess

but like, a cute mess

anyways, here’s a tiny Tokenny fluff one-shot I wrote a while back lol

Tweek Tweak

Looks:

big, soft & fluffy hair

big, nervous looking eyes

either electric green or lively brown

soft sweaters and big flannels

sweater sleeves always covering his hands

pale, perfect skin

soft freckles on his nose, shoulders and hands

crooked smile

slight gap between his front teeth

a little shorter Craig, slightly more defined much wise naturally

Personality:

very confused

doesn’t know what day is it

has gotten a lot better at dealing with his anxiety, but still twitches a bit because of the meth coffee his parents had him drink as a kid

juMpY

very funny when he chills enough to be funny haha

has a kind heart, esp when it comes to people and animals in difficult situations

he has so much compassion in his heart, man

but also has a short fuse

is pretty scary when he gets pissed

will get into a physical fight

esp if anyone insults his friends

which is why Cartman is terrified of him

Friendships:

his friends makes him feel very lucky and grateful and he tries to make up for it a lot

often bakes as a stress relief, which makes Clyde love him even more lol

is pretty good friends with Kenny

he likes to just hang around people sometimes, doing nothing together, and Kenny enjoys that too, so they often do that

Tweek loves these dudes a lot, but there’s always so much going on yanno

good friends with Wendy!

they share a lot of the same values

he has a secret talent when it coms to drawing, only Clyde knows (by accident)

always tries to include those who is a bit on the outside

Family:

complicated

his parents have always taken a lot of advantage of him, let’s be real

I often headcanon them selling out to Harbucks at some point, but they keep running the store

but they have to hire more people and is under more surveillance now, so that saves Tweek a little

he still works there tho

so does Kenny

honestly, Tweek avoids his parents as much as he can, there is a lot of resentment there

he loves Craig’s family tho, and they love him back <3

Ships and relationships:

yeah, Creek it is

I also like Twenny tho, but creek is my OTP!

I usually write Tweek as gay, but I’m open to other interpretations

but he likes boys in any scenario to me

often has his hands in Craig’s jacket pockets, or hands onto his arm, just likes being physically near him

Craig likes it too, so

Tweek still struggles with sleeping, but always sleeps amazingly with Craig around :softeyes:

blushes so hard when Craig manages to catch him off guard with compliments and soft stuff

is pretty good at being romantic, and does really sweet stuff for birthdays and anniversaries and stuff!

Jimmy Valmer

Looks:

thick mop of brown hair that’s purposely messy

would never admit it but he spends time every morning making it that way

light brown eyes that turns golden in the sun

had braces for years, so now his teeth are very straight and white and perfect

a few cute freckles on his face

actually pretty tall, but because of his crutches he slouches a bit so it doesn’t always show

Personality:

has the best one-liners

living legend for having the record for both the best grades and highest number of detentions at once

can’t shut up in class

sarcastic lil’ shit

sometimes speaks before he thinks but never means harm

good at seeing when he’s out of line and has no problem apologizing!

on the fist day on freshman year the current quarterback (a huge senior) was being horrible to Butters so Jimmy simply smashed the guys toes with his crutch

Friendships:

often takes on a comic relief role in groups

him and Clyde have big “brooo” energy

he is the best wingman

very supportive of his friends, no matter their interest, he always tries to lear about it so he can be there for them and cheer them on!

Jimmy and Stan bond over their interest in writing in an English class Freshman year

whenever Stan has a bad day or week, Jimmy or Kyle is always the first two people to notice and do something because of that

Family:

has a pretty superficial relationship with his parents

nothing really bad in that sense, but it ain’t that deep

doesn’t share too much of his private life with them, but if they ask he won’t lie either

because of his good grades and general intelligence they tend to be gullible with him, so he gets away with a lot of shit

Ships and relationships:

I usually think of him as pan!

I see him dating around quite a bit in high school and college!

hooks up quite a bit, but isn’t a fuckboy, he’s very upfront about what he wants and what he doesn’t

never wants anyone to get hurt

but doesn’t have the best attention span when it comes to dating lol

falls hard when he does tho!!

Clyde Donovan

Looks:

looks like a chocolate Labrador that got turned into a human shdghsdg

soft, dark brown hair

big, puppy like brown eyes

medium tall?

kinda soft, like, has soft features, chubby cheeks etc but isn’t fat

isn’t ripped either, normal to slightly pudgy I would say!

wears a lot of old, comfy jeans and hoodies, often red ones

likes silly graphic t-shirts!

Personality:

the guys who cries at parties

a real good guy, there’s no denying that

he and Token both cried while watching The Kissing Booth on Netflix, promising each other to always support who the other dates. They swore to never talk about it again

loves his friends SO MUCH

generally loves being around people, he is very extroverted!

notices stuff others may overlook

both with people and scenery and stuff idk

compassionate to a fault

Friendships:

when Tweek and Craig started dating, Tweek was a bit nervous about being with the group and feeling like he took up too much space?

and Clyde noticed right away and made sure to really get to know him well and they became great friends, to Craig’s somewhat surprise

Clyde can be a little intense and Craig figured Tweek might find him too much, but it ended up being the opposite, they really enjoy each other’s friendship and their differences works well together

thinks of all of these dudes as his best friends!

his first real crush was Bebe who turned out to be gay

they’re real good friends now but deep down he’s still a little heartbroken

but he values their friendship so much so he’s working through it!

Family:

ohhh :(((

sad hours offh

is still very emotionally raw from his mothers’ death

blames himself very much

his dad is really trying to bond with him tho

and be a good dad

like I said on the main 5 post I like the AU/headcanon that Clyde’s dad and Cartman’s mom gets married

in that scenario I think Clyde would be very resentful at first, feeling like his mom got replaced

but Liane is kind and warm to him and he warms up to her eventually

calls Cartman his brother

actually really comes to care for him tho (it’s mutual but Cartman will never admit it)

Ships and relationships:

bi disaster

bad luck with love

he falls fast and hard

gets sooo happy when things work out!

but sooo heartbroken when they end

he has no problem getting the dates!

but he gets nervous and a little too intense too fast

loses his confidence fast, but his friends are always there to pick him up <3

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annzybwrites · 5 years ago

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Truth or Dare: Coming Out Edition (Chapter 1: Information Time)

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A South Park Fanfiction Relationships: Craig Tucker/Tweek Tweak, Kyle Broflovski/Stan Marsh, Kenny McCormick/Leopold "Butters" Stotch Characters: Craig Tucker, Tweek Tweak, Kyle Broflovski, Stan Marsh, Kenny McCormick, Leopold "Butters" Stotch, Token Black, Clyde Donovan, Jimmy Valmer, Timmy Burch Additional Tags: Established Relationship, mentioning of underaged sexual acts but nothing explicit, Swearing, Angst, Fluff and Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fluff, Comedy Summary: Tweek does NOT want to attend the annual sleepover that his boyfriend and eight other boys have every winter, because he does NOT want to play Truth or Dare. He knows he’ll be dared to do so many embarrassing things!! But wait, wait, wait… the attention ISN’T on him? It’s on some of the other boys?? No way - there’s other gay couples in the school??

Chapter 1: Information Time

To say Tweek was nervous was an understatement. He’d chewed all of his fingernails down to the bed, pulled out three buttons on his shirt, and even ripped out some of his hair today, and still he couldn’t get rid of the shaky, quaking sensation in his stomach as he thought about tonight. Tonight, when he was attending a sleepover with nine other boys from school, including his boyfriend, Craig. It was a big sleepover they had tried to plan every year since sixth grade, sometime around Christmas. They were in eighth grade now, and Tweek had managed to get out of it for the past two years - the first year with a fake illness and last year with a real one. Don’t get him wrong, he’d love to have a sleepover with everyone, but he knew what would happen if they did.

He knew they’d play Truth or Dare.

And he knew that everyone would dare him and Craig to do embarrassing couple things! Or ask them embarrassing questions about their relationship!! And he really didn’t wanna be forced into that!!!

The only reason he was going this year was because of Clyde. He had said he didn’t care if Tweek was sick this year and that he’d just shove a face mask over his mouth and drag Tweek to Token’s house himself if he had to. Plus, Craig had looked so sad when he asked Tweek to try and be healthy enough to come, and there was no way Tweek wanted to see that look on his face again.

Currently he was finishing packing up for the night. Craig was laying on his bed with Stripe while Tweek was trying to fold his outfit for tomorrow, but shaking too much to do it right. “Ah!” he screamed in frustration and threw it on the ground.

“Tweek.” His bed creaked as Craig got off of it and walked towards him, Stripe resting on top of his hat. “I’ll fold, okay? Go grab your bathroom bag.”

“Right!!” Tweek shoved his clothes at Craig before walking stiffly to his bathroom. He didn’t want to do this! He didn’t want to sleepover!! He didn’t want to embarrass himself in front of everyone just for their amusement!!! Yet here he was, preparing for a sleepover he didn’t even want! He didn’t understand why Craig wanted to do it either! Surely he had already been asked embarrassing questions at the last two sleepovers! Why would he want to be asked more?! He groaned to himself as he opened up his bathroom mirror and grabbed his little travel bag of toiletries. He always kept a little bag filled with a travel toothbrush, toothpaste, shampoo, conditioner, soap, and deodorant. You never know when you’ll need to leave in a hurry.

When he came back to his room, Craig had everything else folded and packed up neatly in his little duffel bag, and Stripe was back in his cage. “Got it, babe?” he asked, his own sleepover bag slung over his shoulder. His face was as neutral as ever, except for the excited little rise in his eyebrows. It made Tweek relax a little. If Craig was saying it’d be a fun night, he’d try and believe him.

“Yeah, I got it.” He hurried over and shoved it in his bag before zipping it and standing up. “Let’s go.”

“Sure you got everything?” Craig asked, holding out his finger to start counting off. “Pajamas, change of clothes, underwear, White Elephant gift -”

“I got it, Craig!” Tweek huffed, bumping their hips together. Well, bumping his hip against the top of Craig’s thigh, but it was the same thing. “Let’s just go to this stupid thing already.”

“I don’t want you leaving the sleepover to pick up something you forgot,” Craig told him simply, the left corner of his mouth dropping every so slightly into a frown.

“I didn’t forget anything!” Tweek promised, looking away. “Can we just go?!”

Tweek could feel his blood pressure rising the longer Craig just stared at him.

“Stop staring!”

“Sorry.” Craig sighed, shoving his free hand in his pocket. “It’s just… I know you didn’t want to come to the sleepover for some reason.”

“What?” Tweek snapped his head over to him, eyes wide in alarm. “Why would you think that? I was just sick the last two years -!”

“Yeah, what a coincidence.” Craig rolled his eyes. “Tweek, just tell me why you don’t wanna come, okay? I wanna know.”

Tweek bit at his lip, looking down at the floor. His first reaction was to argue that he did want to go, but what was the point? Craig would just get mad at him if he kept lying. “All right, fine!” Tweek shut his eyes as he rattled off, “I just don’t wanna be asked stupid couple questions, all right?! I don’t wanna be asked how much we kiss or if we’ve talked about sex!! Or, or be dared to kiss you, or sit in your lap, or whatever they dare couples to do during truth or dare!!”

When Tweek opened his eyes again, he was surprised to see a slight pink tinge in Craig’s cheeks, his eyes widened about two millimeters all around. “... Oh.” It was obvious he hadn’t even thought about that. “Fuck, you have a point.”

“Of course I do!” Tweek hissed. He groaned and covered his face. “God, I don’t want to do this!!”

“It’ll be okay, Tweek,” Craig promised, stepping over to place a hand on his shoulder. “I don’t think the attention will be on us tonight.”

“Why wouldn’t it be on us?!” Tweek yelled, throwing his hands back to his sides. “We’re the only gay couple in the school! And Clyde is fucking obsessed with us, I swear!!”

“... Okay, we might have all of Clyde’s attention,” Craig admitted, “but I promise that’ll be it.”

“How can you be so sure!!?”

“Just trust me,” Craig spoke cryptically as he squeezed Tweek’s shoulder. “You’ll see what I mean when we get there.”

“You better be right, Craig,” Tweek mumbled, his left eye twitching.

Craig did his little frown again and kissed his forehead, dropping his bag to the floor. “Close your eyes.”

Tweek already knew what was coming and sighed. “Craig, I’m fine -”

“Please, honey?”

“Nnngh!” Tweek made a sound of complaint, but complied anyway and just closed his eyes, his left lid still twitching. He tried to keep his breathing even as he felt Craig dig his fingers into his hair, cupping the back of his head, yet he still jumped when he felt it: the slightest pressure of Craig’s thumbs against his eyelids, trying to relax his twitching with touch. He took a deep breath, letting it out slowly as Craig gently rubbed his thumbs from side to side, as if trying to smooth out a bed comforter. He was never quite sure how to feel about this. The touch did calm him down, Craig wouldn’t be doing this if it hadn’t proved effective before, but Tweek was still just so used to letting his twitches pass, or trying to calm them himself, that it felt strange to let someone else calm them.

After only a few moments, Tweek’s eye twitch was gone, and Craig finished his little relaxation technique with a kiss to both of his eyelids. That was Tweek’s favorite part, ever since he had read that a kiss on the eyelid meant “deep affection.” His whole face felt tingly after getting one.

“That was completely unnecessary,” Tweek mumbled, opening his eyes slowly as if he expected those lips to come in for another kiss. He felt heat on the back of his neck as he took in the small grin on Craig’s face.

“Maybe I just wanted to touch you, babe.”

Tweek knew he was blushing now as he pushed at Craig’s chest. “Ugh! Let’s just go already!! You know you can’t do stuff like that at the sleepover, right?!”

“I’ll behave,” Craig told him, chuckling as he slipped his hand in Tweek’s and picked up his bag again with the other. “Don’t stress about tonight, honey - you get three passes during Truth or Dare if you really don’t wanna do something.”

“Really?” Tweek brightened, already feeling better at the prospect of being able to skip something. “Sweet!”

“Yeah, sweet.” Craig nodded in agreement, and without another word they were walking off.

Tweek was always fascinated with how they walked together. Since Craig was almost a foot taller than him, really they shouldn’t be able to walk hand in hand so easily. But, since Craig had long, slow strides, and he had small, fast ones, he was able to take two and a half steps for every one of Craig’s, so it worked out pretty well. It always filled him with pride when Craig said that he was the only short person he knew who could keep up with him.

Pretty soon they had walked all the way to Token’s house, and Tweek’s nerves returned tenfold as Craig rang the doorbell. “Oh, god,” he muttered, causing Craig to squeeze his hand tighter.

“It’ll be okay,” he whispered. “I promise.”

“You better be right,” Tweek hissed just as Clyde answered the door, smiling ear to ear.

“Well, if it isn’t the lovebirds! So nice of you to join us, Craig, Tweek.”

Tweek shivered and looked away from Clyde’s accusing gaze, stammering nervously. “Yeah! I f-felt good enough this year!”

“Fuck off,” Craig told his best friend, flipping him the bird. “Leave Tweek alone.”

Clyde whined and latched onto Craig’s arm, not caring if his middle finger was pressing hard against his face. Since he was only six inches shorter than Craig, he was able to stare into those cold blue eyes much easier. “No way! I won’t have my best friend all to myself tonight - of course I’m sad!”

Craig rolled his eyes and pulled his arm back just so he could wrap it around his shoulders and give Clyde a one-armed hug. “You were the one who threatened to drag him here.”

Clyde latched onto him immediately, making Tweek smile. It was always funny to him how Craig had an emotional best friend and boyfriend while he himself was so emotionally bland.

“Because!” Clyde was exasperated. “I knew you’d just mope if Tweek ditched us for a third year in a row!”

Tweek exchanged a glance with Craig, who was a little embarrassed. “I wouldn’t mope -”

“Clyde!” Token’s voice was heard from somewhere in the house. “Who’s at the door?”

“TWEEK AND CRAIG!” Clyde yelled back, making no move to stop hugging Craig.

Token waited a good five seconds before calling again. “Aaaaaand are you letting them in?”

“In a minute!!” Clyde pretended to huff like one of the goth kids. “God, mom!”

“Don’t take that tone of voice with me, son!”

Tweek started laughing and put a hand up to cover his face. Their insistence to assign a “family roll” to everyone in their friend group was so ridiculous, but kind of endearing. “Oh my god. Who’s the dad, again?”

“Jimmy, obviously,” Clyde replied as if that was the most obvious thing in the world. He grinned and squeezed Craig as tight as he could. “And Craig’s my older brother!”

Craig smiled softly and ruffled Clyde’s hair. “The best older brother you’ve ever had.”

“Hell yeah!”

“Do I have a role?” Tweek was curious.

“Other than being Craig’s husband?”

“Clyde.” Craig shoved his friend’s head away before pulling Tweek into the house, the latter almost tripping from the sudden movement. “Shut up. Tweek can be...” Craig had to think for a moment. When he couldn’t come up with anything he decided to flirt instead. “Tweek can be the best thing that ever happened to me.”

Tweek blushed and looked away, squeezing Craig’s hand to let him know he appreciated the sentiment.

Clyde, on the other hand, just snorted. “Yeah, so your husband.” He slammed the front door shut as if to enunciate his point.

“Do you see any rings?” Craig pointed out logically, holding out his left hand for Clyde to see.

“We’re way too young for that!!” Tweek agreed, scrunching his face up as he thought about it. God, that was way too much commitment for an eighth grader!

Clyde sighed and came up between them, wrapping his arms around both sets of their shoulders. It was a little awkward for him because of the height difference between Tweek and Craig, and because the couple’s hands were still linked together, but he made it work. “Oh, you two. Just accept the future already!”

“That’s not ominous at all,” Craig snorted, knocking his and Tweek’s hand into Clyde’s stomach so he’d back off a little. “Come on, Tweek - let’s find dear old mom and dad.”

“They’re in the Entertainment room!” Clyde exclaimed excitedly, running off ahead of them. “And I have dibs on the left recliner!”

“Literally only you care about that.”

“Whatever, I still have dibs!”

Craig exhaled sharply through his nostrils in place of a laugh, which is how he usually laughed anyway. He glanced at Tweek, squeezing his hand to get his attention. “You okay?”

Tweek nodded. He liked how thoughtful Craig was to him. He knew Tweek didn’t want to be here, so he knew that this social situation would drain him more quickly than others, so he was checking up on him. It was nice. Just another reason he was glad they were together for real now. “Yeah, I’m okay.” Craig started taking off his shoes, so Tweek followed suit. “Ask me again when Stan’s group gets here.”

Craig did his short, silent laugh again, this time accompanied with a grin. He enjoyed it when Tweek got snarky. “Come on, you like those guys.”

“I know!” Tweek was distracted, adjusting his duffel bag over his shoulder as they walked. “But they still always get into major trouble! Just last week they brought live grenades to school - who does that!? Where did they even get them from!!”

“I think Stan’s uncle.”

“Why would he give grenades to children!?”

“Because he’s an idiot?”

“... Ugh !” Tweek pouted at him. “Always logical, huh?”

“Just call me Mr. Spock.”

Tweek snorted and bumped his hip against Craig’s leg. “I’ll call you Captain Dork instead.”

“Nah, that’s you.” Craig argued, smiling just a little more.

Tweek rolled his eyes, but he was also smiling as they made it to the Entertainment Room. And by “room,” think “theater with red carpeting.” One of the walls was completely covered with a giant television, minus the small shelf it was perched over that contained literally every game console on the planet. The opposite wall was a bookshelf full of DVDs and video games. The other two walls were a rich, red color with dim lights lining up the sides; one held a popcorn machine, soda fountain, and candy display case, while the other wall had a long, white, ornate counter that you could place whatever snacks you wanted on it. In the middle was a fancy, red-leather couch, two recliners, and a few bean bag chairs.

Clyde, Token, Jimmy, and Timmy were invested in an intense game of Mario Kart at the moment, but each of them greeted them with distracted grunts when they arrived. Token was laying on his stomach on a purple bean bag, Clyde was in his favorite recliner, Jimmy perched himself on the middle of the couch, and Timmy had his chair, of course.

“Where do you usually sit?” Tweek asked Craig, wondering how this room stayed so clean. He couldn’t imagine Token’s guests being very careful about not leaving stains.

“Here.” He pulled Tweek over to the other recliner, which was just small enough to ensure their sides would be comfortably pressed against each other. “We’ll fit.”

Tweek resisted the urge to smile and fell back into it, Craig following suit soon enough. “Lift our feet up, long arms.”

“Of course.” Craig snorted and pushed the button on the side of the chair so it would slowly bring their legs up. He started making a low, little “ooo” sound affect as it did, and Tweek had to cover his mouth as he started to laugh.

“Knock it off !” He buried his face against Craig’s shoulder, still laughing a little. “God, you’re so weird.”

“But you like it.”

“Hey, Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum,” Token called without looking away from the TV. “Your flirting is distracting.”

“I told you they were more mushy in the evening. Augh!” Clyde threw the controller down when his kart fell off the track and he had to be picked up by the little cloud.

“Timmy!” Timmy laughed and turned to give them a grin that made Tweek’s insides melt into his socks.

“Aw, come on, guys,” Jimmy spoke up, “leave them al-l-lone. We should be ha-appy for them.”

“I call next game,” Craig interrupted. His strategy was usually to act like all of his friends weren’t commenting on his love life when they all ganged up on him like this. Tweek smiled a little and snuggled into his side more, appreciating how level-headed Craig could be. “You know, when Clyde inevitably comes last.”

“Hey!” Clyde started to tear up as he glared at his best friend. “Why do you assume I’ll come in last!”

“Well, you are in last right now,” Token pointed out. “And it’s only the first lap.”

“You’re pr-pretty bad at this, Clyde.”

“Timmy.”

“Fuck you guys.” Clyde tossed his controller to Craig preemptively.

“Wise decision.” Craig nodded in approval before taking the controller and expertly making his way through the track.

Tweek was fascinated with the way Craig had mastered the drifting maneuver. He was up to sixth place by the second lap. “How often do you play this??”

“Not that often.”

“Craig,” Token argued, “this was like the only thing we’d play when you came over, remember?”

“Then why isn’t Clyde any better at it?”

“Because you’d always knock me off the track you jerk!” Clyde screeched, getting up from his favorite chair to go by the popcorn machine instead. “When are the pizza rolls going to be ready, mom?”

“You’re welcome to go to the kitchen and find out.”

“But that’s so faaaar!” Clyde complained as he scooped up popcorn into a bowl. “Someone come with me.”

“We’re in the middle of a game.”

“Tweek’s not playing!”

“What?” Tweek jolted when he was addressed, one of his eyes twitching at Clyde. He had been so absorbed with watching Craig race that he tuned out everything else.

“Come with me to check on the pizza rolls!”

“Oh!” Tweek started to slide out of his shared seat. “Sure, Clyde.” He was starting to feel hungry anyway. “What flavor?”

“Cheesy Taco!” Clyde grinned and wrapped his arm around Tweek’s shoulder as they walked. “The superior flavor, obviously.”

“I don’t know,” Craig argued, eyes still glued to the television. “I kinda like Macaroni and Cheese & Bacon.”

“Get outta here with your trash taste, Craig.”

“I like that flavor, too!” Tweek argued, nudging Clyde with his elbow as they walked.

Clyde grinned and nudged Tweek back. “You’re just saying that because he’s your boyfriend.”

“I am not!” Tweek huffed. “I have my own opinions!”

“Yeah yeah, whatever.” Clyde snickered and nudged him again.

Tweek glared and “tazed” him - or, rather, poked his side with two fingers to make him flinch away and laugh. Most people were ticklish in that spot. He quickly blocked his own sides with his hands so Clyde couldn’t retaliate.

“No fair!” Clyde pouted and tried in vain to move Tweek’s hands off of his sides. “Let me poke you back!”

“This isn’t Facebook - don’t poke me.”

“You started it!” Clyde puffed his cheeks out. He looked like a squirrel pouting with his cheeks full of nuts.

Tweek started laughing and shook his head. “You look ridiculous, man.”

“Whatever.” Clyde sighed and ran ahead since they were close to the kitchen. “What?!” Tweek heard him whine as he turned the corner. “There’s still five minuuuuutes!” He slumped his head down on the top of the stove.

“Don’t do that!!” Tweek pulled him back with a nervous crack in his voice. “You could turn it on and burn your face!!”

“Oh, geez.” Clyde paled and took a step back, staring at the oven as if it would burst into flames right then. He put his hands over his cheeks, whispering dramatically, “My pretty face doesn’t deserve that.”

Tweek sighed in relief and let go of his shirt. “So, we’ll head back now?”

“In a second.” Clyde grinned and looked both ways, making sure no one was spying on them. He leaned in, putting his hand up to shield his mouth from non-present prying eyes. “Has Craig ever told you about when he first fell in love with you?”

“... What?” Tweek could feel heat pooling in his cheeks. His eye started twitching again in confusion and nervousness at the weird turn this pizza roll adventure had taken them. “What are you talking about?!”

“He hasn’t, right?” Clyde grinned and dropped his hand. He still whispered, though. “You wanna find out?”

Tweek took a step back. Clyde’s whispering voice made his ears feel like ants were crawling around them and biting the insides. “You’re being really weird!!”

“It’s a great story. Surprising, anyway.” Clyde chuckled and crossed his arms. “When we play Truth or Dare, I was gonna make that one of his truths; ask him “when did you realize you loved Tweek?””

“Why?” Tweek swallowed, his mouth dry as he looked away. His stomach started flipping around like a gymnast. “I’m sure C-Craig would tell me if he thought it was important.”

“Not if it’s embarrassing.”

“Why would that be embarrassing?!”

“You’ll find out,” Clyde grinned, “if you ask him the same question! He can only pass so many times, you know?”

“Clyde!” Tweek frowned and started tugging at his hair lightly. He quickly let go and switched to grabbing his fingers instead; Craig had been trying to get him to stop grabbing his hair ever since he accidentally made his skull bleed that one time. “I don’t - ngh - wanna ask Craig something that will make him embarrassed! Gah! I’ll just, just ask him in private later!! Why do you even care about this?!”

“Because he’ll probably never tell you!” Clyde pouted like a squirrel again. “I think the story’s cute but he thinks it’s lame. You’d think a sap like him would love it, too!!”

“Whatever, man.” Tweek turned and started heading back to the Entertainment Room. He didn’t like what Clyde was conspiring. If Craig didn’t want to tell him when he first “fell in love” then fine! Whatever! They both knew how each other felt now so who cares when it happened? Tweek supposed he was curious, but if Craig was embarrassed about it like Clyde was saying then he didn’t want to force him. Craig never forced him to do anything he didn’t want to do, he could at least return the favor. Especially when it involved a stupid game of Truth or Dare.

Clyde raced ahead of him so he could crash into his favorite recliner, leaving Tweek to walk much slower into the room. As soon as he crawled into his own shared seat, Craig whispered, “Are you okay?”

“Ah!” Tweek jumped. He should have expected the question; he knew he was twitching thanks to Clyde’s questions and instigating tone. “I’m f-fine!”

Craig creased his eyebrows together and turned to Clyde. “Hey, take your controller back.” He tossed it over to him, whacking him on the shoulder with it.

“Ow!”

“Sorry. Just play.” He wrapped an arm around Tweek’s shoulders and pulled him closer, letting his blonde head rest on his shoulder. “What happened?”

“N-nothing…” Tweek grasped for Craig’s hand while he chewed on his lip. “Clyde was just being really weird! He’s going to ask you some “embarrassing” question during Truth or Dare and wanted me in on it.”

“What question?” Craig looked confused. “I’m never embarrassed.”

“Nnngh…” Tweek squeezed Craig’s hand over and over, treating it like a stress ball. “He wanted both of us to ask about when… when you fell in love with me.”

“...”

“Craig?”

“That little shit.” Craig looked away, but Tweek could still see the blush on his cheeks.

Tweek felt his stomach churn unpleasantly. Why was this story so embarrassing for him? It was obvious they were in love, so why did he not want to talk about when it happened so vehemently? Tweek started to feel a nervous insecurity, his brain trying to say that Craig didn’t want to answer because he wasn’t in love with Tweek. But that wouldn’t make any sense because Clyde had said he thinks the story is cute. Not falling in love isn’t cute!

“Tweek?” Craig spoke up, turning his head back to look at him with a small frown. “If you wanna know, I’ll tell you. I just really don’t want to talk about it in front of everyone.”

“I get that!” Tweek insisted, squeezing Craig’s hand tighter. “You don’t have to tell me tonight. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

“It’s not that I’d be uncomfortable,” Craig insisted, his blush more pronounced as his eyes shifted away from Tweek’s. “It’s just… that would probably be the one thing that would make me embarrassed.”

Tweek felt a painful lump in his stomach. “Why?!”

“What do you mean, why?” Craig creased his eyebrows together. “Wouldn’t you be embarrassed to tell everyone about when you fell in love with me?”

“No!” Tweek shook his head rapidly, keeping his eyes closed when he was done. “You can’t help when you fall in love with someone!”

“When did you fall in love, Tweek?” Token asked curiously, turning to look back at the two as he paused the game.

“Yeah!” Jimmy grinned. “I’ve never h-heard this story!”

“Tim my ~”

As everyone turned to stare at Tweek with their big, judging eyes, he had to admit that this was a little nerve wracking, but he wouldn’t call it embarrassing. “W-well, I guess… ngh…” He scratched at his neck, eyes cast down to the floor as he thought of how to say this. “It was about after a month of fake dating - you know, after that whole yaoi thing with the break-up and make-up?”

Clyde started snickering until Craig gave him an especially scathing look.

“We were g-going for a walk by the park,” Tweek continued, looking between Clyde and Craig nervously. Why were they looking at each other like that?! “A leaf fell in my hair and I started f-freaking out because I thought it was a bomb or a mutant bug or something, and Craig… just pulled the leaf out and talked to me calmly, telling me everything was fine, and we continued our walk like nothing happened.” Tweek smiled softly and reached for Craig’s hand, glancing at his eyes. “And it just… hit me how much I really did like him. And it meant a lot to me that, that’s he’s so accommodating to me and my anxiety, but still treats me like a person.”

It was silent among them for a moment, Craig’s entire face more pink than it was before as he stared back into Tweek’s large eyes in disbelief.

“Wow,” Token broke the silence first. “That’s… really sweet.”

“Gross,” Jimmy spoke next, “but sweet.”

“Timmy!” He stuck his tongue out and crossed his eyes.

“Timmy’s right,” Clyde snorted. “You’re both so sappy you should open up a waffle house.”

“Shut up, Clyde.” Craig swallowed and looked away before he kissed Tweek in front of everyone. “I really liked that story, honey, thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” Tweek ducked his head down, noticing that his heart rate had increased immensely. Guess he was more nervous than he thought talking about when he fell in love.

“Craig’s turn!” Clyde chirped gleefully. “Come on, you have to tell us now!”

Craig opened his mouth to no doubt argue with his best friend, but then the doorbell rang.

“Looks like the troublemakers are here,” Token commented, getting to his feet to go answer the door.

“Now the real party can b-begin,” Jimmy joked.

Tweet groaned and curled up even more against Craig. “Oh god, I don’t want to do this.”

“Look on the bright side,” Craig whispered as he rubbed Tweek’s back. “At least fatass isn’t included anymore.”

Tweek snorted, a small grin appearing on his face. “Yeah, I guess that’s something.” About three years ago, Cartman finally got shipped off to some military school to teach him discipline. He still hung out with Stan’s group for a bit in the summer, but during the school year Butters takes his place as their fourth friend.

“Hey, dudes.” Stan was the first one to walk into the entertainment room, carrying a large box wrapped in red with a green bow on it. “Where should I put this?”

“Daaamn!” Clyde whistled, coming over to help him with it. “What the hell did you get?! This is bigger than Token’s gift!”

“Trust me, it’s not that exciting.” Stan sighed. “You can blame my dad.”

As the two of them carried their gift to the back of the room, Tweek realized that he hadn’t grabbed his own present out of his duffel bag. “Ack! We should put ours over there, too, Craig!”

“Oh, right.” They both started rummaging in their duffel bags for the gifts they had brought for the exchange. The used Christmas bags instead of wrapping paper, because neither of them were that good at wrapping presents.

Tweek looked up when he heard Clyde snort. “Wow, Kyle - nice wrapping paper.”

“Shut up.” Tweek turned to the redhead, seeing him glaring at Clyde as he held a long, rectangular box in his hand, wrapped in blue paper decorated with gold menorahs all over it. “You do this every year, God - I don’t have Christmas wrapping paper! Get over it!”

“Yeah, but it makes it so obvious to remember which present is yours which basically ruins the point of a White Elephant!” Clyde whined.

“Craig’s the only one who bags his present and you don’t complain about that!” Kyle snapped right back.

“That’s not true this year!” Clyde grinned, bounding over to wrap Tweek up in a tight hug. “Tweek brought a bagged gift this year!”

“Oh.” Kyle blinked, his glare melting into surprise. “Right. I… forgot you were coming.”

“Y-yeah, well,” Tweek smiled weakly and waved, his eyes travelling to the room entrance as two familiar blondes walked in. “I’m here.”

“Coffee bean!” Kenny greeted, voice muffled as always, but now by a brown bandana rather than his parka. “You made it!”

“It’s great to see you, Tweek!” Butters chirped, smiling adorably as always. It was no wonder he won the ‘cutest blonde’ award in sixth grade, even if Craig insisted that should have gone to Tweek. “You’re gonna have a great time, I promise!”

“I hope so!” Tweek’s voice cracked, so he quickly rushed to carry his bagged gift off to the back of the room with the others, Craig following close behind.

“You should pick my gift,” Kenny said, holding up a white box that had Christmas-type symbols crudely drawn all around it in red marker. “I think you’ll like it.” He winked, which cemented in Tweek’s mind to not pick that gift.

“You’d like mine, too!” Butters held up another white box with red, Christmas symbols all around it, though his drawings were more bubbly and cute compared to Kenny’s shaky, blocky style.

“Aw, they’re matching again,” Clyde cooed, clasping his hands together. “When’s the wedding?”

The question made Tweek jump a little, but Kenny seemed unbothered as he countered: “You still haven’t proposed, Cookie,” before brushing past him to drop his gift off with the others.

Butters following behind him with a roll of his eyes. “Come on, Clyde - Kenny and I are just good friends!”

Clyde blew a raspberry and waved his hand down in disbelief. “Yeah, okay.”

“Timmy.” He seemed to agree as he copied Clyde’s hand motion and rolled his eyes.

Idle chatter continued, but Tweek tuned most of it out and stared at Craig with wide eyes. It didn’t take long for Craig to pull him a little away from everyone and ask, “What’s on your mind, honey?”

“Kenny and Butters??” Tweek hissed, glancing over at the two who did seem to be standing a little closer to each other than usual. “Are th-they -?”

“Clyde highly suspects,” Craig interrupted with a simple shrug. “But, then again, he basically ships everyone in this school with somebody, so that’s not that surprising.”

“Didn’t Butters just break up with that girl from France?!”

“That was three months ago, babe.”

“Already!?” Tweek deflated a little, looking down at the ground. Where did the time go? It definitely hadn’t felt like three months since the time Butters cried through an entire school week.

“Yeah.” Craig reached over to rub Tweek’s hair, trying to soothe him. “It’s okay. Time moves weird here, I swear. But he’s super over her now, which is just fueling Clyde’s belief that he and Kenny are secretly dating.”

“No way…” Tweek felt hope rising in his chest. “So there might be another gay couple in the eighth grade?” That would take so much pressure off of them! God, it was always annoying and creepy to have adults take random pictures of them whenever they were on dates!! But if there was another gay couple in middle school, it would be more normalized and maybe they could just live their fucking lives! And, more immediately, maybe they wouldn’t be asked so many embarrassing questions during Truth or Dare if the attention was off of them! This was amazing!

Craig thought for a moment, shrugging and staring into his eyes as he admitted, “There might be two gay couples, babe. They’re just in the closet.”

“Are you SERIOUS??” Tweek yelled once more in shock and joy - though mostly shock.

This time Clyde bounded over to check on them, placing each of his hands on one of their shoulders. “Heeeyyy, what’s the happy couple doing over here?” he glanced between them in concern.

“Nothing!” Tweek smiled at Clyde to show everything was fine. “I’m just excited to be here!!”

Clyde blinked at him owlishly, and Token even walked over in surprise. “You’re excited now?” the rich kid asked.

“We thought you hh-hated being here,” Jimmy added, moving back towards the couch to sit down.

“Yeah, dude,” Stan nodded, hands in his pockets. “Why else would you have ditched us the last two years?”

“I was sick!!” Tweek squeaked, crossing his arms.

“Yeah, because we all believe that.” Kenny chuckled, his bandana hanging loosely around his neck as he stuffed his mouth with pizza pockets. Oh, they must have finished cooking while Tweek and Craig were talking.

“Don’t eat them all!” Clyde ran over to grab five from the plate Kenny was holding.

“Clyde, relax,” Token told him. “We have more cooking as we speak.”

“Yeah, dude.” Kenny held his plate over his head. “This is the most food I’m going to have all month.”

Tweek noticed Butters’ smile drop into a sad frown at that, but he just turned away and didn’t say anything. Why would he looked like that unless they really were closer than just friends? Wait, what was he saying - it was normal to care about your friends a lot, that didn’t automatically mean anything! Ugh, great, Tweek was going to be hyper aware of both of them and overanalyzing all of their interactions all night, wasn’t he? He sighed and tugged Craig back over to the reclining chair, starting to feel drained already. This was going to be a long sleepover.

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Truth or Dare: Coming Out Edition (Chapter 5: Time to Come Out)

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A South Park Fanfiction ft. Creek, Style, and Bunny

Current time.

Tweek took a deep breath, stopping just before the room with all the beds. He had a little trouble finding Stan in Token’s giant house at first, but all he had to do was follow the sound of someone crying.

Swallowing nervously, Tweek pushed the door open, stepping quietly in and closing the door behind him. “Stan?”

The crying went quiet for a moment, replaced by sniffling. “... Tweek?”

“Yeah, it’s me, man.” He walked further in. Stan wasn’t in sight, but he quickly found him behind the third bed on the left, sitting with his back against the wall and his legs pulled up to his chest. “Can we talk?”

Stan exhaled quickly, shaking his head and closing his eyes in disbelief. “About what? I already embarrassed myself.”

“Well,” Tweek sat down across from him, his legs crossed as he stared at the floor. He chewed at his lip as he tried to think of what to say. God, he’d had this plan in his head, but of course it decided to leave his brain when he actually got there. “Look, I’m not going to pretend I know everything you’re going through right now. I never had to worry about “coming out” - hell everyone else knew I was gay before I did!”

Stan actually laughed a little at that, rubbing at his eyes with a sigh. “Yeah, that’s true.”

Tweek smiled a little, rubbing at the back of his neck as he continued. “So, yeah, I don’t know what that’s like. But I do know fear .” He looked up at Stan, glad to see he had his attention. “I’ve been afraid of everything my whole life, man. And it fucking sucks. You lie awake at night, thinking of everything that terrifies you, and it squeezes your chest like it wants to break your ribs and pierce your organs!” Tweek stopped and took a breath, since his own chest was starting to feel tight. “And... it feels like there’s no way out. Like everything’s out to get you.”

Stan curled up a bit more, sniffling as he looked at the floor between them. “That’s exactly what it’s like.”

“I know,” Tweek scooted closer, placing a sympathetic hand on his shoulder. “But it doesn’t have to be like that forever.” He took his hand away, giving a small smile. “This goes without saying, but I’ve improved a lot since me and Craig got together. I feel more in control, I only have panic attacks like, four times a year now. Sure, sometimes my fears still get the better of me, but I’m happier.”

“That’s great, man.” Stan smiled, wiping away the last of his stray tears.

“It is.” Tweek agreed, his smile going away as he added, “but Craig can’t take all the credit - I had to decide that enough was enough. I had to decide that I was tired of being afraid all the time, and you know the scariest thing of all?”

“What?” Stan asked, completely entranced.

“I had to accept that I needed help,” Tweek finished. He looked down, recounting, “I had to learn how to trust other people to help me. I had to open up, even if I was terrified while I did. No one else could make me do that, I had to do that.” He looked back up, staring right into Stan’s wet eyes. “Just like you have to if you want to get over this.”

Stan took a deep breath, his eyes turning glassy as he stared into space. Tweek… he knew what he was talking about. And Stan was tired; he was tired of being afraid. Afraid of judging peers, of his own feelings, of change. He’d wanted to talk with someone about all of this for so long now, but his fear always made him shut up. “How did you… make yourself talk, even though you were scared?”

“Honestly, it took a few tries.” Tweek laughed a little, shaking his head. “And you don’t have to talk about everything right away. It… it helps if you have someone patient to talk to. Like a psychologist.”

“I can’t do that.” Stan felt his familiar fear seeping into his bones. “I’m not ready for… that.”

“It’s really not that bad,” Tweek tried to convince him. “It was scary the first few times, but… I’m glad I went to a real counselor.”

“I can’t.” Stan swallowed, squeezing his eyes shut. “I’d have to tell my parents, and my dad would be a fucking asshole about it.”

“Right, right…” Tweek sighed. “Sorry, I forgot.”

“It’s okay.” Stan took a breath, looking up at the tired blonde. Someone patient to talk to… or, maybe several people? Kenny was always willing to listen, and Butters was always full of sympathy and random bits of wisdom. And Kyle… he could be harsh, but he’d always tell him what he truly thought. About anything, even difficult things. “Tweek… thank you.” He let go of his legs, letting them lay flat on the ground as he wiped at his eyes again. “I think I know what I want to do now.”

“Yeah?” Tweek smiled, moving to stand up. “That’s great, man.”

Stan smiled a little, using the bed to help him stand. “I… I want to tell Kyle everything. Even if it scares me.”

“Everything?” Tweek’s eyes widened in surprise.

“Yes.” Stan looked up at him. For the first time in a long time, he felt sure about something. “It’s like you said - I’m so tired of being afraid. And Kyle… he’s at the center of it.”

“Geez.” Tweek rubbed at his forearm. “That sucks.”

Stan snorted. “Tell me about it. Ugh,” he rubbed a hand down his face. “Now I have to face everyone…”

“I’ll help,” Tweek offered. “Or try to, anyway. Clyde can be a handful.”

“They’re all a handful,” Stan scoffed, heading towards the door. “But really, what am I afraid of? I already outed myself to everyone. Might as well embrace it.”

~~~~~

“Do you think Stan hates me now!?” Butters blubbered, clinging desperately to Kenny’s shirt as the boy rubbed his back comfortingly. “Oh, of course he does! I can’t believe I just blurted that out!”

“I can’t believe you two kissed at all,” Kenny grumbled. The other guys were busy playing Super Smash Brothers, but he could feel Kyle and Timmy’s eyes on him. “Look, Buttercup, Stan’s going through a lot right now. I don’t know what he’s thinking, but I’m sure he doesn’t hate you.”

Butters sniffled more and buried his face against Kenny’s shoulder. “You’re, you’re right… I’ll just apologize, and… and…!”

“And?” Kenny prompted with a whisper.

Butters swallowed, mumbling so quietly that Kenny could barely hear, “I’ll come out, too.”

Kenny’s eyes widened. He glanced over at Kyle, who quickly glanced away. “Butters, are… you sure? Your parents -”

“Aw, these guys won’t tell anyone, right?”

“Have you met Clyde?”

“Well, I don’t care anymore!” More tears started streaming down Butters’ face. “I’m so tired of, of hiding my feelings!”

“Shh,” Kenny tried soothing him, stroking his hair back and easing his head back onto his shoulder. “Okay, okay… If you really want to, of course I’m fine with it.”

Butters sniffled, smiling softly against him. “Thanks, Ken.”

Kenny smiled softly back at him before looking at the TV. He couldn’t believe all of the drama happening around him. Part of him was a little miffed that Stan had went to Butters to experiment with instead of him, and another part of him was more miffed that Butters had never told him about it. Wasn’t he supposed to be terrible at keeping secrets?? Ugh, he should calm down - Stan was going to come back eventually, and who knows what kind of state he’ll be in. He’d just forget about it. He’d already known Butters had kissed before - he’d had girlfriends in the past. He’d just… thought he had been his first male kiss, that’s all.

“Ken?” Butters whispered, looking up at him with those shiny eyes of his. “You’re not mad at me, are you?”

Kenny sighed, glancing away. “What would I have to be mad at you for?”

“You know.” Butters swallowed, burying his face against Kenny’s chest. “Kissing Stan?”

Kenny chewed at his bottom lip, helpless at resisting the urge to run his fingers through that blonde tuft of hair. It was so soft, just like the boy in his lap. “No, no. I mean, unless we were dating when you kissed him.”

“No!” Butters lifted his head, staring at Ken with fresh tears in the corners of his eyes. “I would never! We kissed last year - I was trying to help him out, like you always help people out!”

“Shh, shh,” Kenny put a finger to his lips, smiling softly at him. “It was a joke. I know you’d never do something like that.”

Butters sighed in relief, rubbing at his eyes again. “Ugh. I’m gonna get dehydrated.”

“I could make you wet again~”

“Kenny!!” Butters pushed at his face, but an amused smile was worming its way onto his lips. “That’s not funny.”

“Then why are you smiling~?”

“Because you’re ridiculous!” Butters laughed, shaking his head. He leaned in for a quick kiss, but before he could he heard two sets of footsteps approaching the room. He turned to look, gasping as he saw Stan and Tweek returning.

“Hey, guys.”

The game was immediately paused as everyone turned to look at the room’s entrance. Tweek was giving a nervous smile and playing with his fingers, while Stan had a hand clasped to his opposite forearm, avoiding looking at anyone.

“Stan,” Kyle spoke up first, getting to his feet and heading over. “Dude, are you okay?”

“Yeah.” Stan nodded, looking over at Tweek with a small smile. “I’m feeling better.” He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath before looking at everyone else. “I’m sorry I’ve been weird all night, guys. But, you know, I guess it’s time I just… say it.” He closed his eyes, taking a few breaths. He felt as if his heart was stopping. Was he really going through with this? This was insane, wasn’t it? Was he even completely sure -

He jumped a little as he felt someone take his hand. He looked over, surprised that Tweek had taken his hand and squeezed it, giving him a reassuring smile. “You can do it, Stan.”

Stan smiled back, squeezing his hand before pulling away. “Thanks, Tweek.” He turned back to the room, taking another deep breath and closing his eyes. He was ready, he was ready. He wanted to do this, he needed to do this:

“I’m bi, and fuck whatever my gender is!”

He tensed up, anticipating negativity to be given back to him. But, of course, everyone present was more or less supportive.

“Woohoo!” Kenny pumped a fist in the air. “I hear that!”

“Duh.” Jimmy rolled his eyes.

“You kinda already said that earlier,” Token pointed out.

“Timmy,” he joined in on rolling his eyes at how obvious it was.

“Beautiful! Amazing!” Clyde clapped fast and quick like the excited boy he was. “Inspirational!!”

“Took ya long enough,” Craig huffed.

“Stan,” Kyle just smiled, pulling him into a hug. “That took a lot of courage. I’m proud of you.”

Tears once again started falling from his eyes. He sniffled and hugged Kyle tight, smiling wide. “Thanks, Kyle. That means a lot.” He pulled away, staring into his eyes. “And I promise to talk with you more, about… everything.”

“Everything?” Kyle seemed confused. “Didn’t you just say everything?”

“No, not really,” Stan replied quietly, glancing away again. “Later, I promise.”

“I’m really happy for you, Stan!” Butters exclaimed, having gotten to his feet halfway through. “But I’m still really sorry for what I said earlier -”

“Yeah, that sucked,” Stan agreed, tugging Kyle over to the center of the couch. “But it’s cool now, man.”

“It’s not cool!” Butters swallowed, staring down at the ground. “So, to… to make up for it, I have an announcement!” He looked over at Kenny, who simply gave him two thumbs up and a calm smile. “I’m bi, too!” Butters exclaimed happily, placing his hands on his hips. “And Kenny and I are dating!”

“Are you fucking kidding me,” Jimmy mumbled.

“YES!” Clyde leaped to his feet, jumping up and down. “I called it! I so called it! Jimmy, you owe me twenty bucks!!”

“But Kenny’s a t-total manwhore!” Jimmy argued, crossing his arms. “I ref-fuse to believe this.”

“Hey!” Butters interrupted, scowling at them. “Kenny’s a great boyfriend!!”

“Yeah,” Kyle spoke up for his friend. “I mean, okay, when he’s not dating anyone, anything’s fair game, but when he is dating someone - he’s loyal.”

“Aww,” Kenny held his hands over his heart, positively touched. “Thanks, guys!”

Butters huffed and went back over to cuddle up to Kenny, sticking his tongue out at Jimmy.

Kenny chuckled and kissed Butters’ forehead, explaining further, “We started dating two weeks after Suzette broke up with him.”

“Kenny’s great at comforting people,” Butters complimented, smiling brightly up at him. They held gazes for a moment until Butters frowned, looking back at the others. “But you guys can’t tell anyone, all right? Oh, my parents would kill me if they knew…”

“That’s an exaggeration, right??” Tweek asked, starting to sweat nervously. “Oh, god!”

“We’re not sure.” Kenny sighed, looking down at the ground. “Just, please… don’t tell anyone.” He coughed the name “Clyde” under his breath.

“Hey!” Clyde whined. “I’m not gonna tell anybody!!”

“And if he does, I’ll beat him up,” Craig promised.

“Ditto,” Token promised.

“Timmy!” he spoke up, finishing with his monitor, “And I’ll run him over.”

“Wow, what great friends I have!” Clyde throws up his hands in exasperation.

“You l-love us,” Jimmy teased.

Clyde just continued to grumble. Until Token unpaused their video game, then he screeched and scrambled for his controller. “I wasn’t ready! No one attack me yet!!”

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anxaxid · 6 years ago

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(Tweek x Craig)

This is my very first time writing a story, so there will be some mistakes here and there. It won't be the greatest, but I hope you enjoy it anyways.

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Anyways here's the story.

[3rd Person P.O.V]

"Why?! Why?!" Tweek screamed to himself in his room. Today the blonde boy tried to give a simple peck on his boyfriend's lips, but instead of giving the sweet and memorable kiss he had in mind he ran away screaming "Too much pressure!" It was an embarrassing moment for him.

Tweek kept on trying not to slam his head on the small desk. Right now he was trying to build a simple building of legos while drinking coffee. It was the only way for him to feel less stressed, but this time it wasn't working. The embarrassing moment kept on haunting him in his brain.

The small kid wanted to kiss his boyfriend already. Craig kept on telling Tweek to 'Take your time' and 'No pressure' , but believe me it was a lot of pressure for Tweek. Both of them had been dating for 4 months, and the relationship has only reach to to forehead kisses and kisses on the cheek, but no lip contact.

The boy thought that Craig was getting annoyed by his nervous ass, it didn't sound like Craig, but his mind still convinced him to think that.

Tweek took a sip of his coffee before nodding his head, agreeing to himself that tomorrow he will kiss Craig on the mouth. He only hoped he won't fuck it up this time.

[Craig P.O.V]

I repeatedly tap my foot on the snowy floor as I wait for Tweek to arrive. Ever since we started dating we would always wait up on each other before school starts, it was like our thing.

I'm a bit worried about him. Yesterday he tried to give me a peck on the lips, but instead he ran away panicking. I'm actually quite happy that he tried to kiss me even if he failed miserably at it.

After some minutes Tweek's parent's car came up, and left Tweek outside of the building. "Hey Tweek!" I jogged towards him with a small smile planted on my lips.

[Tweek's P.O.V]

Oh God! He's coming! It's okay Tweek, everything is going to be all right. Before I knew it, my boyfriend was in front of me smiling. "Gah!" "It's okay, babe, it's just me." Craig spoke softly and slowly, trying to make me feel more calm which apparently worked.

"Come on, we'll be late." Craig grabbed my hand gently, and started walking to the entrance of the school. I followed him, trying not to burst out and talk about the small event that happened yesterday, but I decided to keep my mouth shut.

[3rd P.O.V]

Hours passed, and school was finally over. Everyone happily left the yellow building. The gay couple went outside and decided to wait for the bus.

"How about you come to my house, so we can hang out some more?" Craig asked his twitchy boyfriend as he looked at him. The boy still felt guilty about yesterday, and he wanted to make his boyfriend more comfortable because knowing Tweek he will worry about it for more than a week.

"Oh! Um! Sure!" Tweek twitched a little, while thinking of a plan. Maybe he could use this as an advantage to finally kiss Craig.

"After I'm done helping my parents, I can go to your place." Tweek said while looking back at his boyfriend. Craig nodded, and noticed the bus arriving. He got up and Tweek followed behind him.

After two hours passed, Tweek left the café, and walked towards Craig's house. On the way there he tried to remember the things that he learned from Wikihow. When he had time to himself he searched on the website "How do you stop being nervous around your boyfriend?" "How do you kiss someone?" "How does it feel to kiss someone?"

He felt stupid for searching that up, but it was the only way he could get help. He definitely couldn't ask his parents since their stories were always useless.

"Oh Jesus!" The blonde boy was standing in front of Craig's house. "Okay, you can do this Tweek, you can do this." He kept on repeating the same thing until he stopped in front of the door. "I can't do this!" He tugged his hair, accidently pulling out some strands of his hair.

After some moments Mr. Tucker open up the door, scaring Tweek for a minute. The parent had been hearing Tweek screaming outside of his door for some minutes, he felt bad for the boy. "He's upstairs in his room." He said as he move aside letting Tweek in. The boy let out a small "Thanks," before entering the house, and going upstairs to Craig's room.

Once he got there he gently knocked on the door, waiting patiently for Craig to open up. After some seconds he did. "Hey, honey." Craig said as he move aside to let Tweek in. The blonde male anxiously walked in.

Tweek's eyes traveled around Craig's room. His eyes stopped on the TV, it seemed that Red Racer was on, Craig's favorite cartoon. "I don't know why you like this cartoon so much." Tweek sat his butt down in front of the TV. "Because it's awesome." "But how?" Craig sat down besides Tweek, explaining why Red Racer was such a great cartoon.

While Craig kept on talking, Tweek focused his eyes on his boyfriend's lips. He wanted to kiss him so badly, but he was afraid that he will mess it up all over again. The boy started thinking about the possibilities, most of them were negative. 'What if he breaks up with me?! What if he leaves me?! This is way too much pressure!' Tweek kept on having those awful thoughts.

"I WANT TO KISS YOU!" Tweek accidentally blurt out. His comment was so loud even the parents heard him in the living room.

"What?" Craig asked while raising an eyebrow. "I want to kiss you okay?! I've been wanting too for a while! I thought you were getting annoyed because we actually haven't kissed! I know you said to take my time and shit, but I still kept on thinking that you were getting irritated by me." Tweek kept on rambling about the issue.

Craig let out a soft sigh before giving a sweet peck on Tweek's lips which turned out to be a bad idea. "Ow! Fuck!" Tweek accidentally bit Craig's bottom lip, making some blood come out. "Gah! I'm so sorry!" Craig's eyes got a bit watery from the pain, but tears didn't fall.

Tweek kept on spazing out, trying to apologize to Craig. "It's okay, babe. Everything is fine." He put his hands on the twitching boy's shoulders. "We're hopeless homosexuals." Craig joke a bit, trying to lighten up the mood. Tweek let out a soft chuckle which made Craig feel happy on the inside.

"Yes we are." Tweek twitches had calm down a bit. "Wanna try again?" Craig asked, making Tweek tremble. "What if we mess it up again?!" "That won't happen, just try to stay calm okay?" Tweek nodded, still trembling anxiously. "Okay, close your eyes." The blonde boy hesitantly close his eyes. "Oh God.. Oh Jesus." Craig put both of his hands on Tweek's cheeks. He slowly leaned in, and gently pressed his lips against Tweek's.

Tweek smiled in the small peck. Craig pulled back from the kiss five seconds later. "See, everything went okay." "Yeah, it did." Both of them were glad everything went okay especially Tweek. "Lemme try now." Tweek said excitedly, Craig's kisses always calm him down.

Craig nodded, and closed his eyes, waiting for Tweek to kiss him. The male took a deep breath before giving Craig a quick peck on the lips. The raven hair male open his eyes. "We should do this more often... And maybe do more in the future." Tweek blushed at his comment. "Don't say those things, man!" Craig laughed, letting out a snort. "Fine, fine."

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magicalcreeks · 6 years ago

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You picked the constellations off the ground (let’s return them to the sky)

When an earthquake destroys the house, sometimes it takes two unlikely people to work together to help rebuild the foundation.

Craig Tucker can make new friends after all.

Hello friends, I’m working on a new short story, because I have zero self control. It’s here on my Ao3 as well, But I’m posting it below.

The story is going to have slight Staig, with Creek breaking up and getting back together because Creek is endgame.

Enjoy!

...

“W-We need to end this, Craig. I can’t do this anymore... we can still be...”

With those words, the party quickly came to an end for Craig. He looked the twitchy boy in the eye for the last time with a blank face, noticing the nervous sweat inching down his cheek.

“Excuse me,” Craig did not want to give Tweek the luxury of a proper goodbye. Instead, he set his canned beer on the table next to them, then he turned away before the dam could break.

His chest felt as if there was a weight resting on top of it. He couldn’t breathe properly. Craig pushed himself through the crowd of sweaty, drunk bodies squeezing in Clyde’s house.

Craig, he could no longer hear the music over his ringing ears. Somehow he managed to open the sliding door to the backyard, the cool air of the night blowing onto his skin. If only it was raining.

“Fuck...” he swore to himself. Fuck, he said a little louder until his body was consumed by an ironic fit of laughter.

“Fuck,” and he dropped his body onto the cement porch, hoping Tweek would not come searching for him. A break up to a fake relationship should not hurt as much as it should, but for some reason, he pained him more than his break up with his girlfriend back in elementary school.

It was to be expected. Holding hands, the hugs, the kisses, even when they cuddled against one another while they played video games in Token’s basement, it was all for show. Tweek was an actor, which was why he was the president of the drama club. No one should fall in love with an actor. They will never know what’s real or not.

Craig lifted his hand to touch his face, we can still be friends, was what Tweek was going to say because he was too nice for his own good. The likelihood of them ever being friends again was slim to none, and that’s what scared Craig the most.

“Yeah, well, fuck you, Kyle!” A familiar voice slurred. Craig twisted his body around to see what all of the commotion was.

“You’re fucking drunk, stan!” Kyle was fuming with his hands balled into trembling fists at his sides. He grew to a staggering 6’0, even towering over Craig who was the tallest kid in his grade at one point. Seeing him so mad at Stan looked scarier with the height difference between them.

This could get ugly.

“I’m not drunk,” Stan swatted a hand at Kyle who grabbed onto his wrist to keep him from stumbling over, “Let go of me!” He tried to pull his arm back but when he realized he was stuck he sunk his teeth into Kyle’s hand.

“Ouch, you fucking-!“ It took everything within Kyle to refrain from punching him in the face. Stan was a terrible drunk with a drinking problem, and he was tired of dealing with his antics every time a drop of alcohol touched his lips. Kyle rubbed the area he was just bitten, eyes falling on Craig, now realizing he was there to watch the scene between them.

“You take care of him, dick,” he gave a Craig an icy glare before turning his back on his supposed best friend. Before Craig could attest the door was slid shut.

Now it was only him and Stan sharing the open space outside. Craig listened to the honking horns, obnoxious laughter, and the disgusting gurgling sounds coming from Stan. This was all happening too fast. he could barely register the fake relationship that had just ended with his boyfriend— or his fake ex-boyfriend— now he had to babysit a 17-year-old.

“He’s such an asshole,” Stan said, still throwing up middle fingers to the closed door, Craig groaned.

“You look like shit.”

“You’re one to talk, Marsh.”

So maybe they were both going through a lot of shit, that didn’t mean Craig wanted to talk about it.

“Can you believe this guy?”

Craig dropped his head into his knees. He really did not feel like talking, his plan was to stay here until the party was over and until he was certain Tweek was gone.

Stan nearly fell on his ass trying to lower himself on the spot next to Craig. He nearly did until Craig caught him by the elbow, him grunting to push Stan off of him when he toppled into his lap.

“You really are drunk,” any other time he would have made a snarky comment, especially if it was towards Stan. He felt bad for the kid. Stan’s eyes were bloodshot and glossed over, not to mention he smelled like a bar mixed with whatever illegal substances Kenny brought with him. Craig moved away the hair sticking on his sweaty forehead.

“Wow, dude, your hands are like, really soft...”

“Stop talking,” Craig was feeling for his temperature, he’s seen his mom do this a handful of times when his dad came home wasted after a long night of drinking.

“Y’know, my mom always does this when she catches me drinking.”

“You look much smarter when you don’t talk.”

Stan’s lips lowered into a small frown, his flushed cheeks giving him the appearance of looking much smaller than he actually is. Craig removed his hand from his head, then snorted when he watched as Stan’s head dropped unexpectedly.

“You must drink a lot if your mom is catching you.”

“I’m not an alcoholic,” He slurred. His head felt cloudy, there was an aching throb behind his eyes, “it’s all Kyle’s fault...” then he laid his head on Craig’s shoulder, closing his eyes to settle his stomach.

“He’s just... such an asshole... why won’t he notice me?” Stan murmured.

Craig shifted in his spot, then he gave his sleeve a tug. This was awkward. He prayed Stan wouldn’t start crying on him, “it helps to talk about it, I guess,” he suggested, desperate to take his mind off of Tweek.

“You know,” Stan lifted his head, their faces only inches apart, “You’re not so bad. Even when we fought when we were kids I always thought you were pretty cool.”

Lacking the proper response, Craig looked straight ahead at the fence stretching to the opposite end of the sidewalk. He could see the long-faded chalk drawings, from childhood, still scattered on each individual picket. Token and Tweek were always in charge of making the drawings because Clyde, Jimmy, and Himself could not draw for shit. Craig told Clyde to get rid of it, but Clyde insisted all the remnants, such as, the old deteriorate treehouse, the planks they buried deep in the soil, and the strings going from each side of the fence were all keepsakes.

Craig was convinced Clyde was a hoarder, or just really fucking lazy.

“I don’t feel so good...” in the midst of Craig’s nostalgia, he failed to notice the green tint Stan had taken on.

Stan pushed himself away to face the patch of grass beside them, he clenched onto his sides as he stinging bile came spilling from his mouth. Craig could not help but be disgusted by the sight in front of him, he couldn’t stand himself, nevertheless, stand to watch other people puke their brains out. Even so, he was there by Stan’s side, offering soothing circular motions on the middle of his back. You idiot, he said to himself, feeling the painful jolts through touching his back.

“Clyde is going to be pissed,” his joke fell flat. What he thought was a failed attempt to lighten to mood actually got a chuckle out of Stan.

His face was a pasty white and drenched with sweat, “at least you don’t look green anymore,” he said. Craig thought about standing up to get him a glass of water or something.

“You really are a dick,” he rubbed his throat, his hoarse words feeling as if it was traveling through a tunnel of sandpaper.

“You’re going to get dehydrated, idiot.”

“I just...” Stan fell back to lay his upper body on the cool concrete, he took a minute to absorb the thumping beats of the music indoors rocking his body, “I don’t want to think,” he bleached through another vurp, the crash of the alcohol coursing through his system setting in.

You and me both, Craig thought, his brooding green eyes staring over at him, “and I don’t want to be responsible for you dying.”

Very soft, but audible snores came from Stan’s open mouth.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Craig said to himself. This was the night that kept on giving, well, at least you didn’t have to worry about him running down the sidewalk naked like a certain someone he knew— Clyde.

Craig leaned back on his elbows holding up his body weight, again, he sighed for what felt like the hundredth time tonight. Secretly he was disappointed Tweek hadn’t come out to find him, to say he was playing a prank dared by one of the guys who wanted to fuck with him. With breakups he’s witnessed, there were always heated with one couple yelling at the other or vice versa. The strange thing was he did not feel any resentment towards Tweek— his heart was fucking hurting, but at the end of the day, he wanted him to be happy. God only knows he deserves it.

He closed his eyes. That was when he finally succumbed to the boiling emotions within him, he needed a good cry and possibly a nap. Craig mimicked Stan’s position. He laid back on the porch, opening his eyes again to stare at the night sky above them. He felt a prickling in the back of his eyes then loose mucus falling to the back of his throat.

His forearm acted as a blanket to cover his eyes from the world around him.

Yeah, he didn’t want to think either.

...

The following day at school, Craig was sitting at his usual lunch table. Every day he would pick the cucumbers out of his sandwich while listening to Token and Clyde bicker about something they saw on TV.

Today wasn’t one of those days, “it feels like a nutcracker is trying to break into my skull,” Clyde whined, flinching at the light tap of his tray touching the lunch table. He took his seat between Token and Jimmy who silently agreed. Their head was in their hands, Token looked about ready to fall over.

Craig could not help but to roll his eyes at his expense, Clyde was a lightweight, they all were. Which is why when Craig was in the mood to get piss drunk he will only do it in the comfort of his house where he can go to bed when his head started to buzz a little too loud.

“That party was awesome, though,” said Token, drinking from his thermos he brought from home that smelled strongly of a homemade hangover remedy.

“H-H-He-Hear, Hear,” Jimmy agreed, trying to relive the long night of motorboating college girls. How Clyde convinced college girls to come to his party was beyond him. Ladies dug a man with a sense of humor.

Craig picked out one of the cucumbers from his sandwich, feeling it was right to eat one today instead of leaving it in the aluminum foil.

“Doesn’t Tweek usually eat your cucumbers? Or should I say cucumber, if you know what I mean,” Clyde proudly wiggles his brows before regretting his action, wincing, His hungover was still strong.

“Choke,” Craig told him.

No one heard about their break up yet, and Craig could only imagine how everyone will react when they do find out. He was not looking forward to being made out to be the cheater like when they staged his fake break up. He was also not looking forward to the awkward lunches with him and the guys. They may have ‘broken’ up but the guys were friends with both himself and Tweek. If things got too awkward then Craig would gladly leave, temporarily, for the sake of keeping things cordial.

When Craig finally went home last night everything felt like a dream, even up to the part where he practically carried Stan to his house on his back. The kid was heavier than he looked, then they had to stop a couple of times for him to empty his stomach in a nearby bush— how he still had stomach bile to throw up was beyond him. Luckily Stan did not live too far from Clyde. He even insisted on Craig helping him up the tree so he could sneak into his bedroom without waking up his parents. hoisting someone heavier than himself up a tree branch and making sure he did not break his neck was not fun for him.

“W-Where is T-T-Tweek?” Jimmy asked the table, though, his question was aimed more towards Craig who always knew where he was, “I-I wanted him t-to h-h-he-hear my new joke.”

Jimmy was currently rehearsing a new act for his gig down at the retirement home. Tweek was the only one who found his jokes funny, so he was the person Jimmy went to make sure he was hitting the right punchlines.

“You’re quiet today,” Clyde noticed, the balance of the table feeling off without their missing body and Craig’s remarks.

“I haven’t seen him,” Craig ignored his comment, the fizz of his soda sizzling in his mouth.

“Oh look, there he is,” Token pointed out, his hand waving in the air to get Tweeks attention.

“Hey, where are you going?”

“I forgot my textbook,” Craig lied, crumbling the aluminum foil in his hands with half of his sandwich still in it.

Just as he was stepping over the bench, he nearly knocked into Tweek, the blonde holding up his hands and offering a nervous laugh.

Fuck, Fuck, Craig gulped, “Hey,” he said as coolly as he could, adding in a nonchalant shrug.

“H-Hey, Craig...”

Tweek did not know what else to say, but it looked like he was coping much better than Craig was. He was wearing his hair the way Craig likes it, with a thin black headband holding his bangs back so he could see his eyes; a bright blue with a slight heterochromia in the center. Like water and earth, Craig would say, he always said while the water peacefully traveled there were moments it would crash into the shore. Tweek had the earth to keep him grounded during those moments.

“What’s going on here?” Clyde was at it again with his unnecessary commentary, if only that stupid smirk on his face knew the truth.

Craig excused himself, this being the second time he was running away from his issues. There wasn’t enough inner monologue in the world that could prepare him for the feelings he got being near Tweek.

They were going to have to talk eventually. Just not now.

He tossed the crushed ball into the garbage pail near the exits of the cafeteria.

He had no idea where he was going to go from here so he walked until he reached one of the many exits leading to the back of the school. Some fresh air would be nice, especially with the anxiety he felt.

Pushing open the door, what he hadn’t expected was dreary music along with a thick scent of burning nicotine.

“Life will eat you up and spit you out, just like those fucking conformist in there with their fake smiles and preppy attitudes,” a goth girl lifted a long, black cigarette holder to her purple painted lips. Henrietta was her name, Craig surprisingly remembered from those times when she participated in their games as kids.

Her choppy black hair rested on the back of her neck, with one hand stationed on her long, mesh black dress exposing her tattered stockings. Taking another puff of her cigarette, she held onto her disgusted grimace as she continued talking to the body next to her.

“Yeah, totally,” a male voice responded.

“Stan?” Craig made himself known by letting the steel door close behind him. It was Stan since when was he cool with the goth kids? He stepped forward to see Stan’s face ghosted over with horror.

“Craig, what are you doing here?”

Henrietta took a hint, not wanting to be around whatever love fest was happening before her eyes, “see you later, stan,” she spoke kindly to him while stubbing out her cigarette, “conformist,” she scoffed at Craig, leaving the two be by going through the cracked door.

“What are you doing out here, man?”

It was strange hearing Stan talk when he was sober. He put on a tough guy act which annoyed Craig, taking on the same douchey persona he would call Clyde out for. Well, he wasn’t in the mood to argue, but it was good to see Stan make it out of his drunken haze alive.

Craig leaned his head against the brick wall, ignoring Stan’s eyeing glare.

“You need a smoke?” Stan offered.

Craig hated everything about smoking. Two of his relatives died from lung cancer, another has to use an electrolarynx after getting Laryngeal and surviving. That was enough to scare Craig away from the idea of ever touching a cigarette.

“I don’t smoke,” he said, stuffing his hands into his coat pockets to warm them up.

“I don’t really either, but,” Stan shrugged, “I guess I’m a social smoker.”

A silence fell between them, this one awkward with both parties being fully aware of their respective motor functions. Craig didn’t mind. He always welcomed the silence.

“Thanks for helping me last night,” Stan finally spoke up after an excruciating two minutes of silence. He flicked the cigarette bud towards the asphalt.

“So you remember.”

“I mean, how can I not remember someone pushing against my ass.”

Craig opened his eyes then panned his head to the left, “you wanted to go through your window, asshole.”

Pfft, Stan snubbed a laugh, his joke going over Craig’s head, “yeah, I guess I did. Thanks again.”

“I hope your mom wasn’t too worried.”

“Wh- What all did I say last night?” He flushed, a hand racking through the back of his unwashed hair. Kyle always said he tends to word vomit when intoxicated.

“For one thing, you told me I have soft hands.”

“Oh god,” Stan was so embarrassed he could drop dead right there. Did he really say that to Craig Tucker of all people?

“Then you told me how you mom catches you drinking. I’ve heard worst so don’t feel special.”

“Did I really say you have soft hands?” He groaned through his hands, peaking through his split fingers.

Craig snorted, “is that really all you’re worried about?”

“I mean, yeah, you’re a dude.”

“That’s a closed minded attitude coming from you,” Craig wished he had taken him up on that smoking offer, even if it went against everything he believed in, he tends to deal with his problems in self-destructive ways.

Stan realized that may have come out the wrong way. He’s not a homophobe. Hoping he did not offend Craig he offered an apology, “you never answered my question,” he changed the topic with a sly smirk gracing his lips.

Oh? Craig shifted his body up the wall, the back of his heels going numb from the pressure, “the question was...?”

“Really?” Stan rolled his eyes, knowing damn well Craig was doing this to be a dick, “what the hell are you doing out here?”

“I could ask you the same thing.”

“No- what? No! Dude, you can’t answer my question with a question,” he protested, his lower lip poking out like a child getting ready to throw a tantrum. If Craig was going to dance around his question, well then they might as well just stand there in silence until one of them speaks or leave. Stan had a feeling that was probably what Craig wanted. The competitor in him could not let him win.

Craig’s plan was to keep evading the question until Stan eventually tired. He did not want to tell him he was here to get away from Tweek— the longer he could keep their ‘breakup’ under wraps the better. The wound was still fresh and it was common knowledge to never open an old wound. That’s how infection happens.

The glint in Stan’s eye said otherwise, he stared at Craig with his icy blue eyes to make him uncomfortable. It’s what he and his sister use to do whenever they lied. Staring just made people uncomfortable.

Time was passing between them, at this rate Stan could get better results watching a rock. Craig was not budging. He knew Stan’s strategy, he had a sibling too.

“C’mon, you’re like, immune,” Stan hunched over his back in disbelief, “just tell me and I will never talk to you again.”

Now Craig was interested. To never talk to Marsh again... “I’m holding you to that,” he warned, removing his hands from his pocket along with a leftover wrapping paper.

“Yeah, Whatever, just tell me.”

“I’m avoiding someone, okay?” He tore off small pieces on the paper, watching as the wind lifted it away.

“Who?”

Gosh, Marsh was annoying, “you said you would never talk to me again,” Craig retorted, still ripping apart the wrapper between his fingers.

Stan lifted a finger to his chin, “if I remember correctly,” and he did, even with the fuzzy thoughts from the party he recalled some things, “someone told me that, it helps to talk about it,” that glint in his eyes further twinkling.

“I’m starting to think you weren’t really drunk last night,” Craig commented, side-eyeing the watch on his wrist to check for the time. His class started in less than two minutes, then he looked at Stan with his eyes blown up to a comical size; he could skip this class just once.

Covering his watch with his opposing hand, “I’m avoiding Tweek.”

“Oh...” why did he sound so disappointed? Stan slid down on the wall to sit on his bottom, reaching for his iPod leaning on a rusted tin can. He shuffled through songs for a few minutes until he settled on one he was pleased with, a grin stretching across his lips.

Craig wasn’t sure if he should tell him he shuffled back to the same song. He probably knew.

“That sucks. Are you guys in a fight or something?”

“We broke up,” the chain hanging next to him rattled as his head burrowed deeper into the garage door, he crossed his arms over his chest.

“You guys were seriously dating?”

“Really?” Another sigh escaped his lips. To him, it felt like they were seriously dating.

“Yeah, I mean, I don’t know what the guys thought but the two of you dating happened so fast, I was sort of confused for a while... that sucks that you two broke up. Sorry, man.”

Craig’s mouth was pressed into a paper thin line, “Yeah,” for some reason he trusted Stan to keep his mouth shut.

“Do you and Kyle always fight like that?”

Stan froze, his stare training on a trail of ants traveling in front of him, “we haven’t been getting along lately,” he said dryly, he hadn’t expected such a question directed towards him. His friendship with Kyle was a sore spot.

“He’s busy with his own life, ya know? Co-captain of the basketball team, he’s studying for his SAT and ACTs... He doesn’t have time to focus on our friendship, I guess.”

Stan avoided looking up, his hands fiddling with his tattered shoelaces on his worn white sneakers. He and Kyle haven’t spoken for a week prior to last nights party. His messages went unread on Instagram and Snapchat, and what delivered the final blow was the picture he updated on his story. It was a video of him at the bowling alley with Kenny, Cartman, and Butters— They didn’t even like Cartman.

No one wanted to hang around someone who constantly dampened their good time. Stan shook his head then chuckled, earning an eye from Craig who he forgot was still there, he was so unlovable.

“Hey,” Craig got his attention, “you want to know what else you said to me?”

“What?” He rubbed at his eyes, though his cheeks and nose had already flushed over to a pale pink.

“You said I was pretty cool.”

“No, I didn’t, you’re lying, you’re the lamest person I met.”

“You said I was pretty cool,” Craig repeated, standing up straight so his weight distributed evenly on the soles of his feet. He saw Stan was traveling to a dark place. Avoiding the problem wasn’t always bad.

“The only way I can know you’re cool is if we hang out more,” Stan offered, coughing to conceal the crack in his voice. Weak, he thought, so weak.

“Are you asking me on a date, Marsh? Can’t you see I’m vulnerable with a broken heart?” His sarcasm went appreciated, though there was a hint of sadness in his words. They both needed a pick me, Stan did not want to go straight home tonight, and neither did Craig. Perhaps if they could escape their harsh realities, even if it was for a few short hours, it could help them.

“Let’s skip.”

“And go where?”

“I don’t know, but we could help each other. c’mon, unless you’re a pussy.”

Craig flipped him off, which did not phase Stan or anyone in the grade because they were used to his rude gestures by now. Skipping school wasn’t a bad idea, as long as his idea of skipping didn’t involve them getting in trouble with the law or burning a building down.

He watched as Stan took the lead, an ember of curiously burning in the pit of his stomach at the idea of his and Stan hanging out, or, even having a lick of fun without either of them clawing at each other throats, participating in the competitive rivalry of both their gangs. There were things Craig did not know about the other by looking at the surface and making his own assumptions, he was like a pile of rope tied in a dozen knots.

As he followed his lead to the gate of the school, Craig wondered how they could help each other.

Something in him wanted to know more.

...

Clyde [2:34 pm]: dude, where the fuck r u?

Clyde [2:34 pm]: we need 2 talk

Clyde [2:35 pm]: answer ur phone

Token: [2:37 pm]: listen, if you need someone to talk to we’re here for you, man

Craig watched the flood of messages come in on his phone, his fingers unable to type back due to the grease of his pizza. He swallowed the food in his mouth, then set the slice on his napkin.

He and Stan have been sitting in a secluded booth at the back of the arcade, both of their ears drowning in the distorted mixture of the dates sound system playing music from the radio and the animatronics performing a scheduled act for the empty dining room. The pizza was shit. At least they got it for free because when they walked in the waiter was close to throwing it away, the table didn’t order a third pie, the frantic waiter explained after shoving the pie into Stan’s arms.

Here they were again. Stan had his legs on his seat with one knee up, his pinky finger digging in his ear as he started off at the show in front of them.

“Well, are you going to answer them?” Stan questioned without taking his attention away. He just knew it was Craig’s friends looking for him, let’s just say he has experience cutting himself off from the world.

“No.”

Craig wanted a moment before asking his question, “how often do you come here?” Upon walking in he had noticed the looks coming from the workers, someone even shooting a quick, hey, before going back to their jobs. He was beginning to think the pizza wasn’t a coincidence.

Stan held his cup of Dr. Pepper up to his lips, “not often,” he shrugged, his finger scratching at his denim pants.

They were interrupted by a plate of cupcakes placed in front of them, happy birthday, they read in fluorescent red writing with a ridiculous amount of sprinkles covering the white frosting. The waitress offered them a kind smile before leaving to clean up a nearby table.

Craig raised a brow, “not often, huh?” Though his interest was on the birthday he did not know about.

“It’s not a big deal,” Stan scoffed with his face falling solemn, lacking a reason to care about his birthday. Another year closer to death, woo-hoo.

“Hey, where are you going? Don’t make a big deal over this,” he called out to Craig who slid out of the booth to do god knows what. Stan tilted his head back to catch a glance at the spinning holographic party streamers hanging above them.

“Put this on.”

“Dude, no.”

Craig held out a party hat, courtesy of the front desk who only had ones decorated with pastel butterflies. Craig was wearing his already, even though he looked ridiculous with it resting on top of his hat.

“Put it on or I’m going to put it on myself,” he was trying to be nice, okay? Leave it to Marsh to make him regret that decision.

Eventually, Stan gave in, grabbing the hat then stretching the elastic band around his head, with a snap it squeezed onto his chin. Pfft, Craig finding amusement on the look on Stan’s face.

“Don’t laugh at me,” Stan protested, reaching for a cupcake.

“I’m not laughing.”

“Yes, you are. It’s freaking me out, you always laugh around Tweek.”

He hummed in thought, “Yeah, I guess I did.”

“You did, like, a lot. Do you remember when we were all over at Cartman’s house?”

“Yeah, where are you going with this?”

Stan smiled a dreamy smile, his chin falling into his hand, “You were laughing the whole night, we all thought you were possessed.”

“People laugh, what’s your point?” Craig, unsure of where Stan was going with this. So he laughed at Tweek’s shitty jokes around shitty people, was he not allowed?

“He makes you really happy, that’s all,” he took a messy bite of his cupcake, the frosting getting on his nose with crumbs falling onto the table.

“That could be said about you and Kyle.”

“Yeah, well... where do you want to go after this?”

“What, there’s more?”

Stan raised his hand, his mouth still stuffed with cupcake he said, “di’ you th’nk this was...” he swallowed, “did you think this was all we were doing?”

“Are you kidnapping me?” Craig raised a question.

“It’s not kidnapping if you like it.”

“Who the hell likes getting kidnapped? But whatever, where are we going now?”

Their ditch day was still in effect, even though school for them ended less than an hour ago. They risked running into their friends, but who the hell came to this place anyway? The was the first time Craig stepped foot in this building in almost seven years when he was invited to Stan’s birthday celebration.

Wherever they were headed to next, Stan was eager to get there. They still had daylight with the changing seasons causing the sun to set much quicker than before; so with that logic, they had two more hours of daylight which could translate to two more hours of them ‘hanging’ out before either of their parents got worried.

Grabbing for his book bag making quiet clinking noises, Craig assumed their endeavor may result in them making an array of poor choices.

“Oh, right, take the cupcakes,” Stan instructed, not watching to leave perfectly made pastries behind. Earlier today he did not wake up with the intent to celebrate his birthday because he did not want another depressing year alone, now he had an excuse to get high on sugar and drunk from liquor.

“I’m not taking the fucking cupcakes,” where the hell did he expect him to put cupcakes? Craig felt his jacket, then opened his pocket wide.

“Don’t say a word,” he said.

...

Blue skies transitioned to an ombré creation of pink and orange, the horizon hosting a thin line of red which Craig could see from their high position on top of an abandoned train car.

South Park hasn’t used this old train line in years. Over time it slowly transformed into an area where teens could experiment with drugs, have thoughtless sex, and sometimes where the vampire kids hosted their night long raves. He wondered what use Stan had with a place like this. At least the view was nice.

Stan was busy cracking open the lid to the small bottle he carried with his teeth, spitting it out under them, then hearing it bounce on the field of rocks, “want some?” He offered the bottle to Craig. Guests first.

“No thanks,” he declined, not much in the mood to drink. His palms were digging into pieces of rust on top of the car.

“Suit yourself,” said Stan, wiping the dripping alcohol from his lips than sighing. It was always the buzzing feeling that calmed him, then the warmth that came after it; never about taste or flavor, it was all about the feeling. That’s why he drank.

“You don’t talk much do you?” His tongue has begun to loosen under the influence, “not that I’m surprised, you were always the quiet one.”

“Why did you take me here?” Craig trained his eyes on the party hat now sitting in his lap. He analyzed the finger dents left from taking it off. He wasn’t going to tell Stan that he was still wearing his.

“There’s no one here,” Stan observed, stretching his hands out to justify his point. They were alone, and far, far away from everyone else.

Craig’s phone was still going off from before. His guess was Clyde had formed an unsuccessful search party. He should text him back, but... “yeah, no shit.”

“I come here to scream, sometimes cry, but mostly to scream. You have a lot of shit going on so I figured you want to try. I’ll go first...”

Stan cleared his throat, Craig rolled his eyes, then he screamed until his face turned a violent shade of red, leaving Craig astonished. He’s never seen someone so angry like they were trying to release years worth of emotions all at once.

There was no way he could mimic that.

“You try,” he said hoarsely, taking another sip from the bottle.

On the inside, Craig wanted to scream until he no longer had a voice; he wanted to punch a wall; he wanted someone to hate. All day he had been convincing himself he should hate the Asian girls for their perverted artwork, that he should hate himself for caring about those around them. They would have pulled themselves out from their funk. His back straightens. He didn’t hate Tweek. He wanted him to be happy.

“It’s late,” he said, the sun nearly set with the moon taking its place. He saw the twinkling stars in the sky, “I don’t want to wake the neighbors.”

“There’s no one around us-“

“I think I’ll take that sip now,” Craig interrupted, holding his hand out for the bottle to be placed in his palm.

Yeah, Stan whispered, yeah, sure.

Then, like a flash of lightning, the bottle was hurled across the field, landing between two unused rail tracks, “what the hell?!” Stan yelled, knowing damn well that was one of his last few bottles until he could snag another one.

Craig was unfazed by the other boy's anger. When he finally looked up at him, his eyes were rimmed with red.

“Yeah," he said, "it does feel good to scream.”

...

#south park #Craig Tucker #stan marsh #Tweek Tweak #creek sp #sp staig #my fanfiction

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halfire · 7 years ago

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@metro-tweek-tweak

HELL YEAH alright

so basically craig & his gang don’t meet each other until college, where they all share an apartment style dorm.

they’re a month into school when one day they all get home at the same time, all together in the living room. they start talking about how they should get a pet, even though the student housing is strictly no pets besides fish. so, they talk about small pets. birds, rats, gerbils. craig brings up the fact that when he was younger, he had a couple of guinea pigs, so they start talking about getting a guinea pig. they’re quiet for a few minutes, then token just. slowly gets off the couch. grabs his keys. they all just stare at him for a moment.

“well…… lets go.”

“guys the nearest pet store is an hour and a half away……”

“better g e t goi n g th en”

so they all pile into tokens van and start driving to a few towns over. clyde and jimmy had another class that day so they’re kind of giddy abt skipping class. clyde starts talking about how ‘guys we’re going to be parents!!! we’re going to have a child!!!!’ ‘clyde shut up’ ‘A BABY!!’

they end up adopting two guinea pigs and getting a giant cage for half the original price. they get home at like midnight and set the pigs up and just. pass the fuck out.

they spend the next few months hiding them from the RA, hiding their cage under beds, in other peoples apartment during dorm checks, wherever they can. most of the time they end up in craig and tweek’s half of the apartment, in their hallway.

before christmas break, tweek asks if he can come home with craig, because he doesn’t really want to go home. or his parents are on vacation or something idk. which is fine, ruby won’t be coming home for whatever reason so they have an extra room. the night before they leave, they pack the guinea pig cage into the back of craig’s car, and then after class the next day, they head off to craig’s parents house.

when they get there, they’re literally like two new parents when someone new holds their baby. theyre both obviously anxious about craig’s parents holding their guinea pigs and they just. ‘mom. mom let. let me have the pig. mom-‘ ‘craig its fine’ ‘m o m..’

the guinea pigs end up staying in the room tweek’s staying in. which means craig’s also in and out of tweek’s room. they’re constantly near each other, very touchy-feely, especially if one of them is holding a pig. hand on the small of his back, arm around his shoulder. always touching.

craigs mom catches onto the touching and the attitude they have towards each other (‘we are parents together we have children. does that make you my husband? are we all in a polyamorous relationship with the entire apartment? heck ur my husband’) and just how close they are as people and she’s kind of impressed because craig didn’t have many friends growing up

one day when tweek is taking a shower upstairs and craig and laura are in the kitchen, she’s just like.

“are you two together?” because she. knows he’s gay, duh, she’s known that forever. and craigs immediately like “what no why would you think that what? no mom what?” very immediately defensive and she just. nods her head. “uh hhhhhuh.” “bye mom im gunna go check on my ch i l dr en”

it’s really obvious they both love each other, they’re always together, both anxiously checking on their guinea pigs. one night they’re sitting together on the loveseat feeding one an orange, they both look rlly nervous and craig’s dad is just like.

“uhhh. are. you guys good?”

and tweek answers right away, rapid fire, without looking up, “we think she has a cold and we’re really anxious about that because she was sick when we got her and she almost died but we helped her and we really don’t want to go through that again because! she’s! our! child! god we packed them a ffffreakin’ baby bag when we came down hhHHH”

craig just blinks and wraps his arm around tweek’s waist and tweek relaxes against him a little bit and thomas. just. “al. right. i wish you dads luck?” and leaves bc he remembers when one of craig’s guinea pigs got sick and how nervous he was and now there’s two of them.

they spend new years alone in the house, craig’s parents going to some party. they just watch tv in the living room with the pigs on their laps, and when the ball is about to drop they just. shift a bit. closer. glance at each other. turn. ever so slightly. and then, just before the clock flips over to january first, they kiss. it’s small, barely there, they pull away seconds later. turn back to the tv. stare at it for awhile. both of them freaking out on the inside. craig cracks first.

“i like you.”

tweek just kinda. nods. pets the guinea pig. “i lllike you too.”

“yeah?”

“i mean yEah thats why i kissed yOu”

“riGht”

“right”

another pause. craig speaks.

“can i kiss you again?”

“i’d encourage it,,,,,”

so they do, again, and again, until the pigs start squeaking at them bc hey u stopped petting us! we demand attention!!

i just realized i’ve written a bit of ‘we, two single friends, have to parent this child, oops we’re in love’ like……… a b i t

#sp creek #this is all over the place huh #this is uh #this is basically my college tale thus far only with more romance #and feelings #amd touching

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newstanmarshblog · 4 years ago

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Carrying a Best Friend: Chapter 5

Following after playing their pranks on Randy, Stan & Kenny first went to Panera Bread where Stan had a bowl of salad and some bread while Kenny was checking out some hot ladies from the distance, then they went back to Stan’s apartment where they spend the rest of their day at. They watched Back to the Future on Netflix, had a quiet dinner with Stan’s mother, and then took Samson on a quick night walk. It’s now almost bedtime, but just before they get some sleep, Stan & Kenny need to discuss on which people they can trust the most on keeping Stan’s pregnancy a secret. Before they begin to have that conversation, Stan first heads to the bathroom for one last quick pee, and then heads over to his mother and dog to say goodnight.

Stan: Alright, mom. I’m heading to bed now.

Sharon: Okay, sweetie. Do you have any plans for tomorrow?

Stan: I don’t know yet. I’ll think about it while taking Samson on his walk.

Sharon: Alright. Have a good night, Stanley.

Stan smiling: You too, mom. Goodnight, Samson.

Samson makes a cute little bark back at him.

As Stan returns back to his room, he sees Kenny floating checking out some of his framed pictures. Including one with Stan’s old dog, Sparky.

Kenny: Sparky was such a wonderful dog. I still remember our very first fetch play with him at your old backyard and how super excited he was in chasing that ball whenever we threw it. He was the best dog that I ever knew.

Stan smiling: Yeah, Sparky will always be my favorite dog ever. That wonderful playful energy that he used to give to me and my family back at our old house is something that can never be replaced. He was the best at it. Did you see him while you were in heaven?

Kenny: Sadly, no. I don’t even know if any good pets and animals end up in heaven as I’ve only seen people and angels up there so far.

Stan: Oh. Well, can you ask any person from heaven that kind of a question the next time you talk to them? I really would love to know if Sparky is really up there with my grandpa and the rest of our friends and family.

Kenny: Sure thing. But anyway, dude. We still need to talk on listing down on which people we can trust on keeping your pregnancy a secret.

Stan: Yeah, I know. But we can’t talk too loudly though or else my mom and dog will hear us.

Kenny: Got it. And speaking of your mom, she probably will have to be one of those people that we have to trust.

Stan: That’s right. Especially since she has been a huge help in getting me enroll in Colorado State, and now I’m gonna need her help on not only making new college plans, but also to listen in on her pregnancy experience that can help me out with my own. And as for the rest of my family, Shelly and my uncle Jimbo will have to know about it eventually since I’ll be seeing them during Thanksgiving.

Kenny: We also need to tell my dad and Karen about our secret very soon too. And as for my big brother, he’ll more likely learn about it a little later since he now lives at his own place outside of town and is usually busy with his work as a garbage man.

Stan: I guess this means that our closest family members are gonna be the first to know about our secret before we tell it to our closest friends.

Kenny: But which of our friends can we trust to keep our secret safe?

Stan: Well, one friend that we can be for sure to trust mostly is Kyle.

Kenny: Agreed.

Stan: Especially since he’s gonna be my roommate at college is another good reason of to why to tell him first after we talk to our families about our secret.

Kenny: I feel like Butters is also another good friend that we can trust too because of how royal he can be when it comes to friendship.

Stan: Yeah, you’re right. Butters sure is a really good person in general. I also need to let Wendy know too since she’s my girlfriend and she is a very trust worthy person.

Kenny: And what about Cartman?

Stan: Ugh, I don’t know. On one hand, he can be a decent friend at times, but he can also be a huge asshole in certain situations.

Kenny: Good point. The only other friend that I feel like that we can trust in keeping your pregnancy a secret is Jimmy. He is as much a good royal friend as Butters is.

Stan: Indeed.

After a bit lengthy conversation, they’ve listed down on which people that they feel most comfortable in keeping Stan’s pregnancy a secret. The list consists of the following people: Stan’s mom, Shelly, uncle Jimbo, Kenny’s dad, Karen, Kevin, Kyle, Butters, Wendy, and Jimmy. And as for Cartman, they both agreed on not telling him due to his mean-spirited attitude that makes him very unworthy to trust. Now only one question remains: Who do they tell first?

Stan: Alright, dude. Now the only question left is who do we tell first in keeping my pregnancy a secret.

Kenny: I really would love for Karen to be the first to know. Our relationship is very deep and strong just much like my relationship with you. And I just want to be able to see her sweet smile on her face knowing that I’m doing alright.

Stan: And then after that, I really want my mom to know next. She’s one of the most trustful people that I can ever think of. And she’ll probably be the most helpful person for us both for the 9 months that lies ahead of us.

Kenny: Alrighty then. We’ll both visit my sister first after your morning errands, and then we’ll tell your mom sometime afterwards.

Stan: My mom usually comes home from her job at Tom’s Rhinoplasty right around 5 pm. We’ll try to be back here by then before she does.

Kenny: Sounds goods to me.

Stan: We sure do have a big day tomorrow. *Yawns*

He checks for the time on his Fitbit watch, and sees that it was almost midnight.

Stan: Ah, crap. I gotta get myself some good sleep right now.

Stan got on into his blue pajamas shorts and brown t-shirt, and then lay himself comfortably on his bed.

Kenny: Sleep tight, dude.

Stan: You too.

*The following morning*

After having breakfast and then taking Samson for his morning walk, Stan & Kenny were on their way to the McCormick’s house.

Stan: Are you feeling nervous, dude?

Kenny: Not really. I’m really excited to see Karen, although I don’t know how she’ll respond once she learns about me being a ghost and you being pregnant with me.

Stan: I’m very sure she’ll be more happy to hear that you’ll be coming back to life in 9 months than anything else she reacts too.

They’ve arrived to Kenny’s house. Stan walks up to the front door and knocks as Kenny floats right besides him being absolutely quiet until it the very right moment for him to speak with his young sister. Kenny’s dad opens the front door.

Stuart: Oh, hi Stan. What can I do you for?

Stan: I just wanna stop by here to see how you and Karen are holding up after the terrible accident.

Stuart: *sighs* It feels unbelievably tough on not having my wife and son being around here anymore. You wanna come in?

Stan: Yes please.

He enters into the house.

Stuart: And how about you? Are you and your mother doing okay?

Stan: My mom is doing fine, although she has been mourning for the lost of your lovely wife. And as for me, it feels really hard on not having my best friend around anymore.

Stuart: You two were very close together to each other that Kenny kinda thinks of you like his 2nd brother.

Stan: And he was such a compassionate person. Along with my mom and dog, he was one of the best ever to cheer me up whenever things go down for me.

Stuart puts his hand onto Stan’s shoulder.

Stuart: I’m very happy that you were the greatest friend that my son can ever ask for. Thank you so much for all the wonderful times that you’ve had with him.

Stan smiles for a moment while the ghostly Kenny was also smiling for what his father had just said to his best friend.

Stan: Is Karen here?

Stuart: She is in her room drawing. I was actually about to leave here to visit a funeral home for preparation to have my wife’s body & Kenny’s body to be cremated.

Stan: You’re not gonna be burying them?

Stuart: I wish I could, but this household doesn’t have that kind of money. How long do you plan on being with Karen?

Stan: I don’t know. As long as possible I guess.

Stuart: Well, in case if I don’t see you by the time I get back, I wish you and your mother for the very best. Take care.

Stan: Thanks. You too.

As Stuart leaves, Stan turns his attention to Kenny.

Stan: Dude, do we plan on telling your dad about our situation before the funeral starts?

Kenny: We’ll discuss about that with Karen.

Stan: Alright then, let’s go see her.

They make their way to Karen’s door, and then Stan makes a couple knocks on her door.

In her room, Karen is on her desk drawing a picture of Kenny being watched over by her guardian angel, Mysterion. Despite of the Freedom Pals and the Coon & Friends being disbanded many years ago, Kenny continued on being Mysterion whenever he feels the need to. Usually for either to protect from her sister from any danger, or to find any information about his immortality curse. He’ll even fight against crime once a while whenever he sees one in front of his eyes. As Karen is nearly finished with her drawing, she hears the knocks from her door.

Karen: Hello?

Stan: It’s me, Stan. Can I come in?

Karen: Does my dad know you’re here?

Stan: I came across him as he was about to leave for a visit at the funeral home. I’m here to see how you two are holding up lately.

Karen: Okay then. Come on in.

Stan enters into her room as he sees many drawings hanging around on her walls. Some that he sees includes a drawing of the band Lacuna Coil, a couple drawings of Elephants, Craig & Tweek spaghetti kissing, and even a very old drawing of the Freedom Pals. It puts a smile on his face as he sees his old Toolshed ego in the drawing. Stan has a lot of fun memories during his superhero days. One of them includes a time where he, Mysterion, and the rest of the Freedom Pals made a visit on Karen’s 10th birthday because she wanted to see what her guardian angel’s friends were like.

Stan: Wow. Kenny told me many things about you, but he never mentioned me of you being an artist. They’re all very terrific to look at.

Karen smiling: Thank you. Drawing has been one of my most favorite things to do back when I started the 1st grade, and I’ve been doing it pretty often ever since. Which drawing do you like most?

Stan: I really love your Elephant drawings. Dolphins & Whales may be some of my most favorite animals ever, but I do have a really soft spot for them. Elephants are some of the most social animals on the planet, and there’s a lot that we can learn from them.

Karen: Yeah, learning about their social bond really helped me on making friends at school, and to have a better relationship with my family. It’s pretty much of that very reason is why Elephants are my all time favorite animal.

Stan smiling: That’s wonderful to hear. And what about the drawing you’re currently working on?

Karen: Oh, this. It’s my brother being watched over by my guardian angel. I haven’t seen him in a really long time, but since I figured he’s really an angel, I made a prayer to him to watch over Kenny in the afterlife for wherever he may be at.

Kenny felt very touched by Karen’s reason on making the drawing.

Stan: May I take a seat on your bed, please? I have something very important to tell you.

Karen: Sure. Go on ahead.

Stan takes his seat on Karen’s bed.

Stan: Karen, I have a very special person here with me that you’ll be beyond trilled to hear from.

Karen confused: Huh? Who?

Stan: You can’t see him, but you’ll be able to hear him loud and clear because he’s a ghost.

He nods to Kenny for the go ahead to speak.

Kenny: Hello, Karen.

Karen felt a bit heart attacked by hearing her brother’s voice.

Karen: Kenny? Is that you? Are you…really here with us?

Kenny smiling: Why else I wouldn’t be here for other than to see my most favorite sister ever again.

Karen begins to tear up as she knows very well on how much Kenny loves her just as much as she dose for him.

Karen emotionally happy: KENNY! *sobs a bit more* Oh my god, I thought that I would never able to hear or see you again until the day I die myself! Why are you still here instead of being at heaven or hell?

Kenny: It’s a long story, but we’ll explain everything to you.

Karen: What about mom? Is she here with us too?

Kenny: Sadly, no. But she’s thankfully in peace at heaven with all of our family relatives and friends up there. Watching over us as we continue on with our lives.

Karen: At least I’m glad to hear that she’s doing fine. Now then, why are you here?

Kenny: Stan, would you mind if you take it from here?

Stan: *sigh* Okay, Karen. You know the whole story about the birth of Jesus, and the part where Gabriel visited Mary to tell her that she would be carrying and giving birth to the Son of God?

Karen: Yeah?

Stan: Well, something like that happened similarly with me & Kenny. About two days ago during that night, Kenny came down to me from heaven saying that he needed me to carry him for nine months since your mother isn’t alive anymore to do that. I accepted to help him because I didn’t want him to disappear out of existence, and he is my best friend as well. He then placed his hand on my stomach where his own embryo is putted inside of me. *He places his right hand on his belly while smiling* I’m now pregnant with your brother, and will be giving birth to him in nine months.

Karen feels pretty dumbfounded for what she just heard.

Karen: Ummmmmmm……what?

Stan: I know it sounds very crazy like a made up story and all, but it’s all true.

Karen: How is it possible for you to become pregnant? Guys like you aren’t even born to have those kind of body parts.

Kenny: Usually that would be true, but for any immortal beings whenever they’re not breathing in the world of the living, they can knocked up any male or female human beings that they pick only as long they know them very personally. If they ended up choosing a male to do that kind of responsibility, then those body parts are spiritually put into the male human host and will disappear in about 24 hours later after giving birth. And I should happened to be an immortal being myself.

Karen: Wait a minute. You have the power of immortality?

Kenny: Yes. I was born with this power, and it feels like a curse to me. Every time that I get killed by something or by someone, our mom would usually give birth to me within several minutes after my randomly death moment. By the following morning, I’m in my bed, back to my current age with no wounds on me at all as if it never happened. And the worse part about it is that nobody even remembers of seeing me getting killed in front of their eyes.

Karen is just too speechless for everything that she has heard so far. From Stan’s unexpected pregnancy, to hearing about her brother’s immortal curse. She feels like if it was all hitting her too quickly in order for her to understand the entire situation.

Karen: I’m sorry. This is all happening too quickly. I need a moment to relax on my bed.

Stan: We understand. Just tell us when you're ready to listen more from us.

Stan & Karen switch places as Stan seats on the chair, and Karen lays on her bed. It was pretty quiet for a few moments as Karen took some relaxing breaths.

Karen: Kenny, I never knew that you had such power that’s been ruining your entire life. Why didn’t you tell me about it?

Kenny: My curse has the ability to wipe out memories from any mortal beings that either kills me or even just witnessing my deaths. Including the times that you’ve witness or heard about my deaths.

Karen: Really?

Kenny: Like that one time where we used to have an amazon echo here, and then it killed me by electrocuting as I was holding it.

Karen: I don’t think that’s how I remember it. It just caught on fire all the sudden, then you threw it outside on the snow at our front yard, and used the water hose to clear out the fire.

Kenny: Or what about that time you heard about me getting run over by a driver while they were texting? I sudden blacked out by that very moment when that driver hit me, and then I was in hell for serval minutes.

Karen: I remember hearing about you getting run over when mom told me about it. You only had a couple major injuries on that day, and then recovered within a few months.

Kenny: You’re remembering things differently as oppose to what really happened. *getting angry* My curse has been doing this to me ever since the day I was born, and I hate it so much! I’d rather be tortured physically in hell up to this point than having going through the same shit over and over again!

Even though Karen can’t see her ghostly brother, her eyes became very sorrowful. She has seen Kenny feeling unhappy many times before, but never anything like in the type of tone he’s currently in right now.

Karen: I’m deeply sorry to hear about your terrible suffering, and I really wish that I would’ve known about it in my early years so that I could’ve comfort you as much as you need. Even though I’ll never fully understand on what you’re going through, it still breaks my heart to hear about your struggles. And there’s nothing that can break my heart so much more than to hear or see someone that I deeply love going through a lot of pain like yourself. I may not be able to comfort you physically this time, but I hope these words can make you feel better mentally. You’ve been the greatest ideal that I can ever ask for. Whenever I’m in my darkest hour, you were always there for me not to only for comfort, but also on helping me getting back in full good spirt. Your empathetic words has helped me out so well, that I’ve been using that kind of skill to make my own friends feel better with great results. You’re always so helpful and caring to our family and to your friends in the time of need, and now it’s our turn to do the same for you.

Stan: She’s right, dude. You’ve done so much greatly for me as well that even some of those noble acts you did to help me out, I always thought it’ll be very impossible for me to pay you back. But now, not only am I helping on carrying you for an entire pregnancy, but I also made you a promise to help you on getting rid of your curse once and for all along the way before I give birth to you. You also no longer have to suffer alone as we’ll always be by your side whenever you need us most just like how you’ve done for us all the time.

Karen: From our hearts to your soul, we say this to you, Kenny. We love you so very much. And we’ll continue to love you for the rest of time.

Ghostly tears were coming down from Kenny’s eyes as he had never heard such endearment words ever said to him. He has always dreamed for the day for someone to show their condolence to him while being fully aware on his lifelong struggle. And now, hearing those lovely words coming out from the very two people that he deeply loves more than anyone else in the world, he really couldn’t asked for anything better as it was something that he always wanted more than anything else in the entire universe.

Kenny sobbing: Thank you. Thank you both so fucking much! *sobs some more, and then clams himself down* I’m sorry. It’s just that…I’ve always wanted to hear those kind of words being said to me for nearly my entire life. You both just gave me the most happiest moment that I can ever ask for. It means the whole world to me.

Stan smiling: We got your back, Kenny. Just as you’ve been doing the same for us.

Everything was quiet for a minute as Kenny was calming himself down to the point where can speak normally again.

Kenny: Alright, Karen. Since you know nothing about my curse as I just told you that I have it, I’ll tell you as much as I know about it so far.

Karen: Go on and explain everything to me then as I don’t have anything else to do right now.

Kenny tells Karen on everything that he knows about his curse so far. From how very powerful his immortality really is, to it being from the dark powers of Cthulhu. He also explains her on everything he knows about the Cult of Cthulhu so far, and at one point their parents visited one of their meetings for free beer. The only things that he doesn’t know is on how he ended up with his curse in the first place, how can he get rid of it for good, and finding the new location on where Cthulhu’s followers now gathered ever since they’ve moved out from their old gathering location shortly after Mintberry Crunch defeated their dark load.

Karen: Hmmm. Maybe Henrietta might know something about their new location since she once told me that she and her other goth friends used to go those meetings. I’ll ask her about it when I meet up with her again.

Kenny: Do let us know when you get that information.

Stan: Hey Karen, how’s Henrietta been with you lately?

Karen: I really love hanging out with her. We often read poems to each other, listen to gothic music which includes my all time favorite band, Lacuna Coil, and burn anything that’s modern vampire genre as we prefer the original stuff.

Kenny smiling: Yeah, burn those twilight shit to the ground!

Stan: I’m glad that Wendy just tossed out her entire Twilight stuff where they should’ve belonged in the first place, in the fucking dump. I can’t believe that she used to be a huge fan of the series only because she was obsessed with those young teen actors in the movies.

Kenny: Woah, dude. Does she now regret on being a Twilight fan?

Stan: Yep. She and her friends all now see the serious flaws in those books and movies that they really wished that they didn’t came across the series in their childhood years. Nowadays, Wendy is more into cooking shows, hiking, and has the same passion love for animals as I do. And she’s a huge women rights activist as well.

Kenny: I’m glad to hear that your girlfriend has moved on from that garbage stuff since then.

Karen: Hey umm, I don’t mean to ask you two about this, but does dad already know about what’s going on with you two?

Stan: Not yet. We wanted to tell you about our secret first before we talk about it with my mom later today.

Karen: Well, do you two plan on telling dad about it eventually too?

Kenny: Don’t worry, he’s on the list of people that we plan on telling our secret too.

Stan: We were originally planning on telling your dad about it sometime later, but since we had no idea that he was making arrangements on a funeral for Kenny and your mother, that plan might have to change.

Karen: Yeah, I feel like it’ll be best for you two to tell him when he gets back. If you two were to tell him about your situation after the funeral and said that you guys were keeping this a secret ever since the day after that car crash, he would probably be very furious and ask why you two didn’t tell him about it right away.

Kenny: Those were my exact thoughts after he said about planning the upcoming funeral.

Stan: Same. But until he comes back, why don’t we see more of your drawing collection for the time being.

Karen: Sure! I have lots of more in my drawing book that I keep underneath my bed. Just give a sec to grab it.

Karen grabs her drawing book from underneath her bed, and then shows off more of her amazing drawings to Stan & Kenny. Some of the drawings in the book includes herself in gothic clothing at a cemetery, more Elephant drawings, Edgar Allan Poe having coffee with her favorite actress, Angelina Jolie, she & her family together at Mesa Verde National Park which was the only real vacation that the McCormick family has ever had, Princess Kenny shoving a unicorn’s horn onto Cartman’s ass, and a 1st grade drawing of herself & Kenny ice skating together at Stark’s Pond.

*One hour later*

Stan, Kenny, and Karen hears the front door being opened. It was Stuart, returning back from the funeral home.

Karen: That must be dad. Are you two ready to tell him about your situation?

Stan: I am. Ken, how about you?

Kenny: Not only am I ready to tell him everything that has happened between me & Stan so far, but I’m also gonna be asking him a huge favor as well.

Stan: And what would that be?

Kenny: I’m gonna tell him to stop drinking alcohol and smoking cigars for a very long period of time.

Karen surprised: What? You know how our parents love to smoke and drink. It’s usually very impossible to get them stop doing that.

Kenny: Just before the car crash happened, I asked mom if she can hold off from smoking and drinking until our family has a better life no matter how long it’ll take, and she agreed to it. I’m hoping if our mom was willing to give up that kind of stuff in order to do what’s best for our family, then surely our dad can do it too.

Stan: Let’s go find out then, shall we?

They left Karen’s bedroom, and head towards to where Stuart was at. He is at the kitchen pouring some of his bourbon whiskey into his drinking glass.

Karen: Hi, dad.

Stuart: Hey, sweetie. *notices Stan* Ah, still haven’t left yet. What did you two do together?

Stan: She showed me all of her drawings, and I really loved looking at them. I believe that Karen would make herself a talented artist someday.

Stuart: *laughs* She’s definitely a huge pro at it. *talks to Karen* Whenever I look at your artwork, it always brings a smile in my face.

Karen smiling at her father.

Stan: But just before she showed me her drawings, I gave her a huge surprise.

Stuart: Really now? What was it?

Karen: A very special person that I was beyond emotionally happy to hear from, and you’re about to feel something similar too when you hear his voice.

Stuart: Who is it? *takes a sip from his whiskey glass*

Stan: You can’t see him because he’s a ghost, but he is here with us. *nods to Kenny*

Kenny: Hi, dad.

Stuart gets very spooked by hearing his son’s voice that it caused him to accidentally drop his whiskey glass. The glass breaks into pieces.

Stuart: Holy shit! Is that you, Kenny?

Kenny: It’s me. My hair is blonde, my eye color is light blue, and you & I often watch NASCAR together on our crappy TV.

Stuart is very stunned on what he was hearing. How can his very own deceased son be here as a ghost.

Stuart: How is it possible for you to be here, and is your mother here with us too?

Kenny: Mom isn’t here unfortunately as she is dead for good unlike me. She’s in heaven thankfully with our past relatives and friends.

Stuart: Hold on a sec. You’re not actually dead?

Kenny: A lot of things you’re about to hear does sound very unbelievable, but I promise you, every word coming out from our mouths is 100% true. To start off, I really can’t permanently die because I was born with an immortality curse. Whenever I get killed, I’m in the afterlife for several minutes, then I’m brought back to Earth by mom, and when I wake up in the following morning, I’m back to my current age. And worst of all, nobody even remembers seeing me being killed right in front of them.

Stuart: Wow. This has been happening to you for your entire life? Why didn’t you tell me or anybody else about it?

Kenny: My curse has the ability to wipe out memories from any mortal beings following shortly after my random death moment. Even when I try to tell them about it and then get killed moments later, they’ll also forget about on what I said to them about my curse.

Stuart: And you said about your mother bringing you back to Earth shorty after you get killed. But now with her no longer alive, how are you able gonna be returning back to life?

Stan: That’s where I play into this. He came down to me from heaven a couple nights ago and asked me to carry him since his curse requires him to have a human host, or else he could’ve disappeared from existence entirely. I accepted to help my best friend, and now…I’m pregnant with your son, and will be giving birth to him in nine months.

Stuart: What?! How can you be pregnant despite of you being a young man??

Stan: I was given the body parts needed spiritually when Kenny impregnated me.

Karen: We told you this was gonna sound unbelievable, but we all know better on not making up stories and telling any lies to the people that we love so very deeply. How often have me, Kenny, and Kevin ever lied to you & mom so far?

Stuart thought about on what Karen has said, and always seems to remember on how truthful his kids were to him & Carol. Even going back as far as when they first read the Ten Commandments to their kids as each were starting their first year at kindergarten.

Stuart: Yeah, you guys were always so very truthful to us. Even more than what I can remember. Okay then, explain to me on everything that has happened so far, and ask me these questions. How Stan’s pregnancy is gonna work out, how powerful is Kenny’s immortality curse, and how do you guys plan on working everything out in the end?

They explain to Stuart on what has happened so far while also explaining on Kenny’s full immortality power and Stan’s pregnancy. They also told him that were also planning on telling their secret to the rest of their family members and only a handful of close friends that they feel are trust worthy enough. And they inform him on their task to find the hidden Cult of Cthulhu gathering location in hopes on getting rid of Kenny’s curse once and for all before Stan gives birth to Kenny.

Stuart: I see. And how you plan on for your upcoming labor, Stan?

Stan: I can’t go through normal childbirth at the hospital because the doctors and nurses there will never believe on how I ended up becoming pregnant in the first place. So, I’ll be giving birth to Kenny privately in my bathtub at my apartment.

Stuart: Good idea. That’s how my wife gave birth to our first son, Kevin.

Kenny: Hey, dad. Before me & Stan head back to the apartment, there is one more very important thing that I really want to request you on.

Stuart: What is it, son?

Kenny: Could you give up on buying alcoholic drinks and cigars for as long as possible so that way that money can be used on helping our family life much better.

Stuart: Like how so?

Kenny: Start using the money that you’ve been using on alcohol and cigar for something like house improvements, better freshly made foods other than just cheap canned ones, or even getting tools that’ll last much longer. I asked mom on giving up alcohol and cigars in order to help improve our way of life for the better just before the car crash happened, and she agreed to it. I was even willing to spilt the cash earning from the job that I was planning to apply at in half to help out all of us. If me & mom can give up our own happiness for a period of time in order to get this family in the great shape that it needs to be, then I’m very sure that you can do it too. Not only would you be helping us all, but you’ll be helping yourself as well in becoming a better man. Please dad, just think about it.

Stuart really thought long and hard on what Kenny had ask him to do. So much on his adult life time has been heavily around on drugs and alcohol that he never spend too much time with his kids and wife. He even begins to remember that his addiction to drugs and alcohol had caused him to be very abusive to his family at times. They’re all living in a very poor condition place because of the way he has been for over the years. Realizing on the terrible mistakes that he had caused, Stuart decided that it was time to get himself in shape at last while also getting started to give his family the better life they really deserved.

Stuart: Son, Karen. I’ve realized on what kind of a father that I’ve been because of my addiction to all the drugs and alcohol that I had for over the years. And I’m very sorry for all the abusive behavior that I’ve done to you all. *sigh* While this recovery will indeed take a long time to heal, I’m now beginning to feel that it’s time for me to start my own redemption while also start working hard to improve this household for the better. Starting today, I’ll throw out all of my liquor drinks and all of my cigars, and will be using that money to give our family the better lifestyle that we should’ve had a long time ago.

Karen smiling: Thank you very much, dad. I imagined that mom is watching from above being very proud on what you just said.

Kenny: And we forgive you for all the mistakes that you’ve done in the past. I promise to help you out as much as I can when I’m alive again. We’ll get through this together.

Stuart smiling: Thanks, son. You definitely have all the right skills on becoming not just a great husband, but also a wonderful father as well. I’m very proud of you.

Kenny flies in close to his dad, and gives him a ghostly hug, lasting for a few moments.

Stan: Mr. McCormick, I have an advice that I would like to give you.

Stuart: I’m listening.

Stan: When everything is finally situated and you go back on your habits of drinking and smoking, please do it in moderation. I understand on how much you enjoy that stuff and all, but don’t screw yourself with it all over again. Use the power that you have to keep it in the right balance on where it should be at so that way you don’t over do it. And only then you’ll at last have the discipline that you desperately needed within you.

Stuart: Thanks, Stan. I’ll keep that in mind.

Suddenly, Stan feels a small growl from his stomach.

Stan: Ah, dude. I’m starting to get hungry.

Kenny: What are in the mood for?

Stan: I’m thinking on having a veggie burger, and I know that Red Robin does serve them labeled as “Impossible Burger”. Do you two want to tag along?

Karen excited: Yes, please! I haven’t been in a large restaurant in years. How about you, dad?

Stuart: *Yawns* I’m currently feeling more tried than hungry right now as I still haven’t gotten a good sleep in the last couple days.

Karen: Do you want us to bring you something back at least?

Stuart: I really love their southern charm burger. If you guys can bring me back that, I would appreciate it.

Kenny: Okay, then. Oh, and one more thing that I forgot to mentioned.

Stuart: What is it?

Kenny: Don’t tell Kevin about our secret through phone. Wait until he pays a visit here in person, and then you can tell him everything about it privately.

Stuart: I understand. Be sure to bring Karen back here when you guys are done over there.

Kenny: We promise.

Stuart: And Stan, I know that I’ve said this to you already this morning, but I’ll say it one more time. I wish you and your mother the very best for whatever happens with you two in the nine months up ahead.

Stan smiling: Thank you, Mr. McCormick. I wish you and Karen the very best as well. Bye.

As Stuart heads to his bedroom to get some rest, Stan, Kenny, and Karen make their way to Red Robin.

In the next chapter, Stan & Kenny have a huge conversation with Sharon.

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