#tweek: *doesn't know what he's saying thank you for* thank you!

[varibean]

i am once again back on my ‘hitting a character with a Weight Gain As Form Of Healing-ification beam’ bullshit but listen look this time there’s a reason this time it makes sense ok don’t go listen he’s recovering from fucking meth

[lcstpaths]

@xonlypainx sent : ❛  is that how you say thank you?  ❜ (for Tweek from Pete )

THE SOUND THAT ESCAPED HIM could only be described as a glorified squeak. His eyes go wide as he looks at the other almost shell-shocked, a slight twitching at the edge of his eye the only thing that betrays his racing mind. "Well- like-" The tiny edge of another squeak falls from his lips, before he quickly rushes out a, "Th-thank you!"

[pineappleciders]

heyy first of all its me the fucked up dream anon (now going by dream anon how original) second of all ive decided im going to learn about south park purely through your work so can i get some tweek (ive latched onto that boy) and whoever else you want (probably the main boys) with a reader (all platonic ofc) who's got that #anxiety? thanks even if you dont do it <33

🌌🌟/dream anon

main 4 + tweek with a reader who has anxiety; platonic headcanons

A/N: haii :3 i apologize if this like, distorts your vision of the characters or something. i am so glad you are being converted to the religion of tweek!!!!!!

TRIGGER WARNING: anxiety disorders, light mental health topics, paranoia, panic/anxiety attacks, death mention on kennys part

stan marsh

i think stan has a normal amount of anxiety. like he's so regular. he's your average joe

like he gets anxious over tests, and giving speeches, and over wendy. other than that he doesn't experience it to the extent of a disorder

so it might be a little difficult for him to imagine getting anxious over simple things like ordering food and stuff like that

he'll try his best to listen though, although he'll probably try to kinda reason with you, esp if you're feeling paranoid or something

"dude, i checked twice, it's locked. relax, man."

he'll try to distract you, by playing games and watching stuff, and just generally kinda trying to be funny to take your mind off of things

if you're having a panic/anxiety attack, he kinda panics too at first, before quickly pulling you away and asking what's wrong. he is sweating very hard

if you're unresponsive, he tries to stay calm but is honestly considering calling an ambulance. like he thinks you're having a stroke

"shit, a panic attack? uh, okay, errr.... take deep breaths, okay? in.. and out. in.. and out. okay, that's good.."

he looks up grounding techniques on his phone and relays them to you until you calm down and catch your breath. he like sends you images off of google of the 5 senses technique randomly and says he figured you'd need it someday

he tries to keep your anxiety in mind, and might slip up sometimes, but for the most part he tries to be careful with his words and actions as to not worry you. he shows his care in subtle ways!!

kyle broflovski

he tries to kinda. logic it out a bit. like if you're feeling insecure he tells you how unrealistic it is for someone to think about one random passerby's appearance forever

he does feel bad though. he doesn't completely understand, but whenever he's feeling insecure he tends to get really anxious about people at school

he usually gets anxious whenever he's doing something wrong or sneaking out. like he's actually sweating and shitting his pants thinking about what his mom will do to him if she finds out

he'll encourage you to order food for yourself, to get yourself out there more, and if you succeed he'll pat your shoulder and smile a lil

if you don't want to, he might dramatically sigh but he'll do it anyways. cuz he knows how hard it is

i do think he'd get a little anxious about asking workers for help and stuff, but he'll be the bigger person... he supposes... smh my head...

when you have an panic attack for the first time, he's like really confused and gets super concerned that you're having a heart attack, and pulls his phone out to dial your parents or 911

"i'm here for you dude! listen- hey, listen to me. it's okay. can- can you-"

he tries to talk to you to de-escalate it, but he gives up and has his hand on your back, while looking up what the fuck to do

'friend havign panjc atgack what to do'

if you're okay with it, he probably talks to your parents about it. he doesn't really trust himself to be able to always calm you down, so he encourages getting outside/professional help

he does try though, and he'll always be there for you in different ways!! like when you need help with something or just need company to distract you, he's at ur door with his xbox 360

eric cartman

you can tell that eric gets a little uncomfortable if you're freaking out or feeling anxious. whether it's because he actually feels bad or just doesn't know how to handle your emotions, you'll never know

but either way, he'll probably just like. sit next to you like "dude, what's up with you?" or in other cases he'll sneakily slip out of the room unseen

he does try to be kinda logical about it, but that's solely because he physically can't speak words of comfort.

"i mean, dude, be seriously. nobody cares about you that much to notice." you speak such kind words eric!!

he doesn't really like it when things get serious, so he'll generally try to transition the situation into something more casual. like he'll try to ease your (his) mood by getting snacks and playing games together, or even begging his mom to take you both to KFC

if you have a panic attack, all of his alarms are blaring and his brain is screaming flight!!!!! flight!!!! run the fuck away!!!!

and he probably tries to, but when you notice him and call his name he physically deflates

he awkwardly turns around and slowly strolls over. "Y/N... heeeeeeey... what's up... duuude..." you can hear the strain in his voice

if it gets to be too much, as in you won't stop hyperventilating or can't breathe, he'll probably alert an adult or take you to the nurse or something. he tells himself it's because he doesn't want to be a suspect of your death

if ur having trouble ordering food he'll gladly take ur place and make a scene to get all eyes on him. "erm excuthe me they athed for no pickleth🤓"

other than when you're voicing your anxiety, he probably treats you the same. i don't really think he'd take advantage of your anxiety unless you were like. butters or heidi or something and he was really trying to get you to do something for him or just trying to. stick himself in your mind. because he's a narcissist and he loves that!!

kenny mccormick

he doesn't relate necessarily, but he definitely understands.

he lives a lot of his life in fear of his next death, and is constantly praying it be quick and painless

kenny is more of a reserved fella, but not really shy or anxious. so if you're having trouble speaking up or ordering something he'll step up and do it gladly!!

i think he'd be pretty decent at comforting. like he'll pat his hand on your back and speak assuring, muffled words

"mm, mmph mmph mmmph! mmph mph mph mmmfmf mmf mph mph mmph!" (aww, it'll be okay. i'll walk you every step of the way, buddy!)

he tries to take your emotions into consideration more, and grabs your hand and squeezes it sometimes if you need a boost of confidence. sometimes he forgets your anxiety and says something rude and feels really bad about it

when you're having a panic attack, he's honestly really scared and expects you to start foaming at the mouth or something

he'll hesitate, but he'll pat your back and try to help you with grounding techniques. the 5-4-3-2-1 in particular is his favorite, and he'll tell you how to do it in like a rlly sweet and calming voice

he's still spooked though, and gets you a water bottle and like a washcloth. he's incredibly thankful you aren't dying or anything

kenny is very good at comforting! sometimes all it takes is a simple moment of eye contact and seeing his eyes crinkle that gives you a surge of calmness you didn't know you needed

tweek tweak

tweek is no outsider to anxiety and stress. he's literally a living beehive with all that damn vibrating

to anyone else, it would seem like tweek had a severe anxiety disorder, or even ADHD. but it turns out it's just a result of his crippling meth addiction and caffiene overdoses

he tries to think about what craigs taught him, about grounding techniques and how to handle a panic attack, and tries to apply those for you

he's shakily take your hand and wrap you in a blanket, making you hot cocoa and helping you slowly come back to your senses

"okay, okay, what are 5 things you can touch? or- no- AGH! was it 5 things you see- hear? no, ACK! i can't remember!"

most of the time if you're feeling on-edge about something, his main goal will be to just listen to you talk and validate your feelings. he doesn't really make it a point to give you advice or try to be logical, unless you directly ask for it

he's great at listening!!! he also doesn't trust his own advice enough to say it to someone else.

he really tries to think hard about what comforts him when he's anxious, and so he tries to use the tactics for you. for instance, he tries to help you get into a hobby like painting to have a bit more control over yourself

hc that tweek loves to draw with crayons so he'll make little drawings of you and him as stick figures being all happy and give them to you. as a treat

overall he is very attentive, and cares a lot. he tries his very best to be there for you, and a lot of the time that results in you two just hanging out or gaming together, so you can both get your mind off of things for a while. it makes him happy to be able to be there for someone else like craig was for him

[jewbeloved]

hi hi!! your fics are great!! if you don’t wanna do this you don’t gotta ^^

kyle, kenny, heidi and tweek with an albino s/o?? only if you want to!!! :D (also this is just a question but do you do fics too?? or just headcanons?? thanks!! love your works btw :) )

🎨 anon

Kyle, Kenny, Heidi, and Tweek with a albino s/o🤍✅🎀

Note: To answer your question, I do both. But I prefer to do headcanons more often.

Warnings: none

Gender: Neutral

💚 Kyle Broflovski 🎀

Gotta be honest, nobody has seen an albino person in south park before aside from the ginger kids.

Kyle thought you were unique and interesting, you have clear pale skin and pure white hair. He wanted to know more about you.

Kyle would be glad to help buy you clothes to keep your skin protected from the sun! That is...if your skin is sensitive to the sun.

When he saw your eyes, he was flabbergasted. He never saw someone with blue, hazel, or brown eyes before (We don't talk about that time he got possessed by the Christmas spirit)

But that's only if you do have blue, hazel, or brown eyes. Man is still learning about albinism please help him out 😭😭😭😭

Cartman would say that you look like the ginger kids except you have white hair and look like a ghost.

Kyle would deck him like always, he could careless on what his s/o looks like.💚💚💚💚💚

🧡 Kenny Mccormick 🍖

Kenny thought you were a ghost when he first saw you and then apologized right afterwards for assuming.😭😭

He has also never seen an albino person before either so he is very interested in you and your appearance.

Kenny would lend you some of his parkas if you needed something to protect yourself from the sun.

He will also buy you some sunscreen, but probably only the cheap ones since he is poor. But you'd help him pay for the ones you need.

But besides that, he loves hanging out with you! He probably might play with your hair and put it into different styles (If you let him).

He didn't understand why people were weirded out by your pale skin and white hair.

He'll get more aggressive if they continue to make you feel bad about being an albino.

Being different is fine because it makes Kenny interested in you <3🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡

💚 Heidi Turner 🎀

Oh my god, she absolutely loves you! and the way you dress (If you're into fashion or not).

She didn't understand why you always wore sunglasses on a sunny day until you told her that your skin is sensitive to the sun.

She'd buy you a whole pack of sunscreen and other sun protection clothing if you need them.

Although your appearance did get her attention for a min, she still saw you as a normal person to hangout with.

You both would talk for hours (If you're talkative) and she would get to know more about your albinoism.

She wouldn't admit it, but she likes holding both of your hands in hers. She likes the feeling of your soft skin <3

She is still happy to have a s/o who isn't a manipulative sociopath like her ex...💚💚💚💚💚💚💚

💛 Tweek Tweak ☕

Tweek would probably stare at you for like an hour, but he would stop once he realizes he's making you uncomfortable. Has anybody in south park ever seen an albino person before?????

If you never explained that you have albinoism he probably would have thought you were sent from the government uncover.

Like Heidi, Tweek probably likes holding both of your hands into his. It calms him down when he's having one of his constant twitches or panic attacks.

Tweek doesn't know much about albino people so he'll sit down and listen to you explaining it to him. (But he'll probably get distracted a little).

He volunteers to help pay for the clothes and accessories you need to protect yourself from the sun.

He really likes your hair so he'll probably also play with it as a stim.💛💛💛💛💛💛

I need to play some more music when I'm writing my prompts, it helps me focus.

[underworld-park-offical]

TWEEK: Okay

TWEEK: You

TWEEK: Mister

TWEEK: Tinfoil

TWEEK: Hat

TWEEK: Guy

KENNY: Stan

TWEEK:  What

KENNY: His names Stan

TWEEK: Okay

TWEEK: Cool

TWEEK: I'm not gonna remember that

TWEEK: You said you had

TWEEK: Like

TWEEK: A bunker

TWEEK: Right?

STAN: Yeah

CRAIG: Dog shit covered ahhh barn 💀

TWEEK: Why is he saying Skull emoji out loud

TOLKIEN: Not even WE know at this point

KYLE: We gotta get him to stop that

KYLE: It's more annoying than KYLE: ….Whatever….. Stan's got going on

CRAIG: Omg not you slandering me 💀

CRAIG: Don't even rn you look like the Goodwill shat you out

KYLE: Fuck you

KYLE: You know that Supreme hoodie isn't even real Supreme, right?

CRAIG: Lmao what

CRAIG: Me when I lie

KYLE: Nonononono

KYLE: Look look look

KYLE: It says “Souprem”

KYLE: It's fake merch dude

KYLE: Its as fake as those fucking yeezys

CRAIG: ….

KYLE: …Dude?

CRAIG: No that's my other hoodie

KYLE: Are you fucking serious

KYLE: You aren't even rich stop acting like you are

CRAIG: Nuh uh

KYLE: FUCK YOU MEAN NUH UH????

TOLKIEN: Kyle, just give it up

TOLKIEN: Trying to convince Craig he isn't rich is like trying to convince a toddler to wipe their own ass

TOLKIEN: It's not worth it

CLYDE: …. CLYDE: Why do I feel like that was directed towards me?

TOLKIEN: Because It was, Clyde

CLYDE: OH COME ON I WASH MY OWN ASS

TOLKIEN: NO THE FUCK YOU DO NOT YOU SMELL LIKE A TACO BELL CLYDE: FUCK YOU CLYDE: AT LEAST TWEEK LIKES ME TOLKIEN: OH SURE SURE SURE TOLKIEN: TWEEK DOESN'T ACTUALLY LIKE YOU TOLKIEN: THERE'S NO WAY SOMEONE LIKE TWEEK WOULD BE STUPID ENOUGH TO GO AFTER YOU, YOU FUCKING TESTOSTERONE FUELED SHITSTAN

CLYDE: THANK YOU FOR ACKNOWLEDGING I'M TRANS BUT FUCK YOU FOR INSULTING ME

TOLKIEN: YOU���RE VERY WELCOME, FUCK YOU TOO

CLYDE: YOU KNOW WHAT?? I BET YOU 30 BUCKS I CAN PULL IN TWEEK WITH MY MANLY AWESOMENESS

TOLKIEN: I BET YOU A MILLION DOLLARS YOU CAN'T

CLYDE: FINE

TOLKIEN: FINE

CLYDE: LETS FUCKING GO

CLYDE: I'LL ASK OUT TWEEK AND IT'LL BE THE MOST ROMANTIC THING EVER

STAN: Hmmm

STAN: At my barn we could like

STAN: Use my dad and my sister

STAN: As like

STAN: Food

KYLE: Dude no

KYLE: I am not resorting to cannibalism

CARTMAN: Kahl, you’ve eaten animals, that's basically like eating people

KYLE: Okay mr “forty big macs in one day”

CARTMAN: Uhm, actually they're vegan chicken patties KYLE

CARTMAN: ALSO did you just ASSUME my GENDER????

CARTMAN: YOU ARE GETTING C A N C E L L E D

CARTMAN: I WANT A TEAR RIDDEN UKELELE FILLED APOLOGY RIGHT NOW

KYLE: Oh my GODDDDD

KENNY: Actually studies show that most human meat is similar taste wise to chicken

CRAIG: I thought it was pork

CRAIG: Like

CRAIG: Deadass

CRAIG: Like pigs

CRAIG: Like deadass pigs

KENNY: We know what pork is CRAIG 

STAN: Yeah

STAN: So we’re fucking set

CARTMAN: Uhhh no thanks, i’d rather be one with the animals and eat dirt and hay

STAN: We don't even have animals

CARTMAN: I’ll just eat the weed then

STAN: What

KENNY: What

KYLE: What

CRAIG: LMAOOOOOOO IM DEADDDDDDD 💀 💀 💀 

CARTMAN: What???

CARTMAN: It's like eating catnip

CARTMAN: Besides its environmentally friendly

STAN: What's your source

CARTMAN: Wikipedia

STAN: Ooooof course it is

STAN: The internets lying to you, you know

CARTMAN: Fuck off, Stan, Queermo

STAN: IM TELLING THE TRUTH HERE

TWEEK: HhhhuGiyhvfdeiohjd

TWEEK: OKay

TWEEK: Cool

TWEEK: We’re set on a TOTALLY ANONYMOUS LOCATION

TWEEK: Awesome

TWEEK: Great

TWEEK: Dandy even!

TWEEK: Everyone

TWEEK: Lets hold hands

CRAIG: I am not touching Clydes fucking shitstained hands

TWEEK: Fine

TWEEK: I’ll hold Clyde's hand

TOLKIEN: Why do you wanna touch Clydes hands thats fucking nasty

CRAIG: For real

CRAIG: Preach 🙏🙏🙏

TWEEK: I don't care

TWEEK: It's just for a bit TWEEK: I can wash my own hands afterwards

CRAIG: EWWWW FAGS

CLYDE: Aww… really?? :D

TWEEK: Fine

TWEEK: Sure

TWEEK: Whatever

CLYDE: Nobody other than Tolkien has wanted to hold my hand before! :DD

TOLKIEN: Was that before or after I figured out you don't wash your hands

TWEEK: Who else is fine with

TWEEK: Touching Clyde

CRAIG: Stop making me have gay thoughts, Playboi Carti

TWEEK: What

TWEEK: I don't

TWEEK: I'm not

TWEEK: Just

TWEEK: Hold hands

TWEEK: You all have socks on

TWEEK: I think

TWEEK: So it's not gay

CARTMAN: Uhm erm erm erm

CARTMAN: Actually

CARTMAN: That's a homophobic statement

TWEEK: CRAIG SAID A FUCKING SLUR?????????

TWEEK: WHAT???????

TWEEK: IM TWEEK: HUH TWEEK: WHAT TWEEK: OKAY

TWEEK: JUST TWEEK: JUST HOLD HANDS TWEEK: STOP MAKING THIS HARDER FOR ME

CLYDE: Wow

CLYDE: I forgot CLYDE: What holding hands felt like

KYLE: Woah

KYLE: This reminds me of the first episode of My Little Pony

KYLE: Where

KYLE: Twilight and her friends

KYLE: Find the friendship trinkets or whatever

KYLE: And they reverse the curse on them that turns them into stone

KYLE: And they used them to like

KYLE: Defeat Nightmare Moon

KYLE: Turning her back into Princess Luna

KENNY: That was so fucking gay

KENNY: I feel like I'm gonna vomit rainbows because of you

CARTMAN: Kenny stop being homophobic

CARTMAN: I will cancel you again

KENNY: Fuck off I know that blue hair you wear online is a wig

CARTMAN: BITCH-

TWEEK: SHUT UP

TWEEK: ALL OF YOU TWEEK: MY SATAN

TWEEK: CAN YOU ALL GO LIKE TWEEK: TWO MINUTES WITHOUT FIGHTING AND OR DEGRADING EACH OTHER

KENNY: ….

CARTMAN: …. KYLE: …..

LITERALLY EVERYONE: …..

CRAIG: Slllaaa-

TOLKIEN: Dont

TOLKIEN: Just

TOLKIEN: Do not

TOLKIEN: Actually, you’ve lost speaking privileges

CRAIG: 😡

TWEEK: Alright

TWEEK: Is

TWEEK: Is everyone holding hands

CRAIG: yeah its like Kumbaya frfr

TOLKIEN: Stop talking

TWEEK: Okay

TWEEK: Alakazam

TWEEK: Alakazane

TWEEK: Im sending you off this mortal plane

KYLE: Wait wha-

CRAIG: Like And Subscribe! Like And Subscribe! Like And Subscribe! Like And Subscribe! Like And Subscribe!

KENNY: Yoooo

CRAIG: Like and Share! Like and Share! Like and Share!

TOLKIEN: Haaaaa

TOLKIEN: What

TOLKIEN: Was that

TWEEK: Magic Trick

TOLKIEN: What

TWEEK: Hey you have a lot of free time when you live in a dumpster

CRAIG: Copy link! Copy link! Copy link! Copy link! Copy link! Copy link!

TOLKIEN: Whatever, please for the sake of our brain cells, never do that again

KENNY: I dunno

KENNY: I thought that was pretty cool

CRAIG: Kombucha? I LLLOOOVVVEEE KOMBUCHA! Kombucha? I LOVE KOMBUCHA Kombucha? I LOVE KOMBUCHA Kombucha? I LOVE KOMBUCHA

TWEEK: Alright

TWEEK: Humans

TWEEK: Freaks

TWEEK: Whatever your names are

TWEEK: Get in the fucking barn

TWEEK: Now, quoting the safety psas from Estella,

TWEEK: Don't open the door for strangers, Don’t investigate any random noises, don't take any offers from strange men in white vans, don't help anyone, if anyone says they're friends of your parents do not trust them

TWEEK: And for goodness sake,

TWEEK: USE THE BUDDY SYSTEM

CRAIG: I'm addicted to Takis! I'm addicted to Takis! I'm addicted to Takis! I'm addicted to Takis!

STAN: One, what are we, five?

STAN: Second

STAN: It's a backup bunker, not  a barn

TWEEK: WHATEVER! JUST- GET IN

TWEEK: DO YOU WANNA LIVE OR NOT????

STAN: No

TWEEK: …

STAN: …

TWEEK: ….

STAN: ….

TWEEK: ….

TWEEK: O….

TWEEK: Kay…..

TWEEK: Just…..

TWEEK: Get in the barn

STAN: Fineeeee

STAN: Whatever

STAN: Fuck you

CRAIG: [ Gotta sleep in fucking pig shit this sucks fuck this ]

CLYDE: Hey

CLYDE: Hey CLYDE: Hey Tweek

TWEEK: Arrrghhh…What….

CLYDE: Do

CLYDE: Do you

CLYDE: Do you think

CLYDE: Do you think we CLYDE: Do you

CLYDE: Do you think we could

CLYDE: Maybe

CLYDE: Like

CLYDE: Go to like

CLYDE: Dennys

CLYDE: After this???

TWEEK: Whats

TWEEK: What's Dennys?

CLYDE: Oh

CLYDE: Uh

CLYDE: Maybe we could like

CLYDE: Go to Olive Garden then?

TWEEK: What

TWEEK: What's an olive?

TWEEK: And

TWEEK: And what's a Garden?

CLYDE: …

CLYDE: Oh you poor

CLYDE: Sweet

CLYDE: Summer child

CLYDE: You know what

CLYDE: I'm gonna take you to the Olive Garden

CLYDE: And you're gonna have the time of your fucking life

TWEEK: Uh

TWEEK: O

TWEEK: OKAY?????

CLYDE: Alright

CLYDE: I’ll see you there babe

TWEEK: Uh

TWEEK: UHHH

TWEEK: WHAT

TWEEK: DID YOU JUST CALL ME BABE TWEEK: WHAT???

TOLKIEN: Don’t fall for that shit

TOLKIEN: He doesn't wash his hands

TOLKIEN: Or his ass

TWEEK: Why's that relevant?

TOLKIEN: IT'S FUCKING DISGUSTING?????

TWEEK: CHILL OUT IT'S NOT THAT BAD

TOLKIEN: YES IT IS??????

TWEEK: …Whatevs

TOLKIEN: ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS????

(edits made by @pissblanket)

[lost-walmartbag]

can we have a clyde version of the prom fics please 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

Song: 1999 by Beabadoobee

Warning: Swearing

Background: Clyde and Bebe break up so you try to help him make her jealous but it doesn't go according to plan

Status: Request Open

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Prom with Clyde Donovan

"Bebe broke up with me," Clyde said through tears.

This wasn't new, Clyde and Bebe broke up every two weeks and he reacted the same every time. Tolkien groaned knowing he wouldn't be able to eat his salad in peace now. You gently rubbed his back trying your best to comfort him.

"Hey, it'll be ok..." You say looking to the other guys for help but they all look away. You mentally kick yourself for choosing to ask Clyde about his day in the first place.

"She left me and now I won't have a date to prom." He cried.

He was right prom was too close to be able to get another date. Everyone already had one well everyone except for you. You chose not to bring this up as you'd honestly rather die than suggest to a heartbroken Clyde he should forget about Bebe and go with you.

"Y-y-you c-could g-go with Y-Y/N," Jimmy said which earned him a kick in the shin. "O-ow."

Clyde looked up at you with hopeful eyes still filled to the brim with tears. It was clear he wanted to ask and you tried to figure out a way to say no. Unfortunately, you couldn't think of one.

"Ok fine." You say with a sigh and an irritated expression. "I'll go with you if you want Clyde."

Clyde smiled and wrapped his arms around you tightly. "Thank you thank you thank you."

"And who knows maybe you can make Bebe jealous enough that she gets back with you," Craig said making Clyde's eyes widen.

He hadn't even thought about making Bebe jealous but it sounded like the perfect plan. You all watched as the cogs in his brain started turning. You grimaced as you knew what this lunatic was about to do. Without another word, Clyde pulled out his phone, typed away, and then stood up and cleared his throat loud enough for everyone in the lunch room to turn and look at him.

You looked up at him your eyes almost begging him not to do what he was going to. Craig, Tolkien, Tweek, and Jimmy sat there looking at each other questioning if he was really going to do it. Clyde looked over to you and spoke loud enough for everyone to hear.

"In the realm of stars, where dreams ignite, I gather courage, my heart takes flight, With trembling words, I ask you this day, Will you join me at prom, in a magical way? Like constellations dancing, we'll shine so bright, Together we'll create memories, a beautiful sight, With your hand in mine, let's make memories soar, Prom night awaits, let's step through that door." Clyde recited in the most Shakespearian accent he could think of.

You groan as you feel everyone's eyes on you. Clyde even noticed Bebe staring with an angry expression. It seemed to be going exactly how he wanted it to go. You look around and let out a sigh.

"Yeah, sure." You say loud enough for everyone to hear earning a gasp from a few people and some started clapping and cheering.

It was honestly humiliating and you wanted to beat Clyde's ass but you knew he didn't mean to embarrass you. After that day whenever Clyde would be Bebe within earshot or eyesight, he would loudly speak about his prom plans with you and hold onto you. You wanted to say you hated it but after the first day or two, it made you kinda happy. You'd never had anyone who treated you as nicely as Clyde did but you tried not to get too attached as you knew the only reason he was so nice was because Bebe would see or hear about it.

At first, you accepted that was all this was. A stupid plan for Clyde to get Bebe back. But that didn't stop you from getting pretty bummed out about it as you realized you didn't want it to be a fake relationship anymore. You couldn't talk to Clyde about this or anyone else I mean it was Clyde. So you went to two people who would know a situation like this best.

"H-Hey Y/N." Tweek greeted you as you stepped inside the coffee shop.

"Hey Y/N," Craig said cleaning off a table.

"Can I talk to you guys?" You asked leaning close to the cash register Tweek was at.

The shop was empty so you could talk openly and without interruption.

"Shoot," Craig said pulling up a chair next to you and Tweek.

You took a deep breath and looked down at your feet. "How did you guys realize you didn't want to fake date anymore ad actually wanted to be a real couple?" You asked.

"I-Is this a-about, Clyde?" Tweek asked as he began counting the money in the register.

"No way Y/N. I mean you know we love you both but c'mon Clyde?" Craig said making you blush from embarrassment.

"I know don't remind me. I know. He's stupid and cringy and he's just using me to make Bebe jealous but I..." You rambled until you suddenly lost your words.

"Y-you really like him." Tweek finished for you.

"Look it's ok that you like Clyde but can you handle it if he doesn't like you back?" Craig asked.

"I don't know and that's what sucks because I know it's doomed and I just don't know how to get over it. I've never been treated the way he treats me." You say covering your face with your hands.

"But it's all for that stupid plan," Craig said making you feel worst.

"D-don't listen to him," Tweek said putting a hand on your shoulder. "Craig can act all pessimistic but he was the one who asked to date me for real."

Craig blushed and scoffed looking away. You uncover your face and look at Tweek.

"Really?" You asked

"Yup, and it started with him doing things he didn't need to. Does Clyde text you every morning when you wake up and every night before you go to sleep?" Tweek asked looking over at Craig.

"Y-yeah he does." You say slowly forming a small smile.

"Does he hold your hand even when no ones looking?"

You nod and smile brighter as you remember all the small things Clyde would do.

"He likes you," Tweek said with a smile. "He just doesn't realize it yet."

"S-so what do I do? How do I help him realize?" You asked and Craig finally spoke up again.

"You have to tell him how you feel first."

"Trust him he's speaking from experience," Tweek said with a smile.

You nod and smile brighter. "Thank you guys so much." You say before darting out of the shop.

"Ya know you didn't have to tell them all that," Craig said with a frown.

"Calm down everyone knows you're a big softy."

When Prom day came you hyped yourself up as you got ready. Today was the day you weren't letting anything stop you from telling Clyde how you feel. Once you finished getting ready you heard Clyde knock on your door. Once you opened it you saw him standing there in a black and red suit that matched your own outfit.

Clyde looked down at you. He couldn't deny how amazing you looked. He blushed a bit which didn't go unnoticed by you. He took your hand and slipped on your corsage. Without a word, he took you into the limo Tolkien had gotten for the entire group. When you both got in Craig and Tweek gave you a thumbs up.

You sat next to Clyde quietly as everyone else talked. You had hyped yourself up all week but now you felt so nervous. When you had all gotten to school everyone else went in before you but you pulled Clyde aside before you walked in.

"Clyde I have something to tell you." You said looking up at him as your hands started to sweat.

"W-wait Bebe's coming." He said before pulling you close to him your face now inches apart.

You felt the blush on your cheeks darken but the pit in your stomach get bigger. You looked up at him and couldn't help yourself you pressed your lips against his. He gladly kissed back and after a few seconds, he pulled back. He smiled down at you and for a second you thought he would tell you everything you wanted to hear.

"Oh my god, that was great thinking there is no way this isn't going to work," Clyde said making your heart break right in front of him.

"O-oh yeah you know me...quick thinker." You say choosing to not tell him how you feel. You two walked into prom and Craig and Tweek both took note of your sad expression.

Clyde walked off the grab a drink leaving you with the guys. Tweek put his hand on your shoulder and Craig offered you his handkerchief.

"I just feel so dumb." You mumble taking the handkerchief and pressing it against your eye so as to not ruin your makeup with your tears.

"Don't be look Clyde is fucking stupid if he'd rather continue to chase Bebe," Tweek said making you feel a bit better.

"Yeah, he doesn't deserve you if he can't realize how much better you are for him," Craig said rubbing your shoulder.

Clyde walked over handing a cup of punch oblivious to your sadness. Craig and Tweek walked off leaving you there with him. You take a sip of your drink and immediately realize the punch had vodka in it. You groan but finish your cup. Clyde noticed how much punch you were drinking and put his hand on your shoulder.

"Hey, you do realize it's been spiked right? Maybe you should slow down."

You don't know what came over you maybe it was the amount of punch you had or the sadness and anger you felt. But you couldn't stop yourself from quietly blowing up at Clyde.

"Do you realize I'm in love with you?" You snap back putting down your cup.

Clyde's eyes widen and he just stares at you. "W-what?"

"I'm fucking in love with you but you're so fucking stupid you don't even realize it and you're just using me to get back with Bebe who clearly doesn't want you." You say immediately regretting every word but being too drunk to care.

"Y-Y/N I.." Clyde starts before Wendy takes the stage and interrupts him.

"Your new prom king and queen are Clyde and Bebe!" Wendy said into the mic making the tears in your eyes fall down your cheeks.

You look at Clyde and he just stays quiet clearly overwhelmed by the situation.

"Guess your stupid plan worked. Have fun, Clyde." You say walking out of the room leaving Clyde there with a spotlight pointed at him.

"Clyde get up here!" Bebe shouted from the stage clearly excited as she held his crown.

Clyde couldn't bring himself to say anything just staring up at the stage. Before he could think he turned around and ran out after you. He didn't think about Bebe in that moment he didn't care that they would never get back together he need you to know how he felt.

Once he walked out the front doors of the school he saw you sitting down on the steps crying. He sat down next to you just trying his best to comfort you.

"I-I'm so sorry." He muttered pulling you into a hug.

"You're so fucking stupid." You say through drunken sobs.

"I know I know." He said rubbing your back. "I'm so sorry."

"Why not me?" You say looking up at him making his heartbreak seeing how upset you were.

"Y/N I feel the same way. You're just too good for me. I don't deserve more than my shitty relationship with Bebe." He said gently wiping away your tears with his thumb.

"You treated her like a fucking queen and when you were fake dating me you acted like you worshipped the ground I walk on." You say trying to wrap your head around all this.

"Because I do." He said lifting up your chin so you look him in the eye. "Y/N you're perfect."

Before you could say anything he pressed his lips against yours. You close your eyes and hold onto his suit as he kisses you. He wasn't thinking about his stupid plan or Bebe or anything that wasn't you. You pulled back and look up at him.

"T-this isn't for your plan is it?" You ask making him smile softly.

"Definitely not according to plan." He said pulling you into another kiss.

A/N: Ahhhhhh this is like the first time someone has like asked me like this. like I saw the notification for it and I was all sleepy when I saw it but it just like gave me the burst of energy I needed. I will literally try my hardest if you guys ask me to make anything you want to see. I was already working on this but this ask made me try my hardest to pump it out faster. But anyway, hope you enjoyed this, thank you so much to the person who asked I love you and I love you all 🩷

[kata-sans]

Raising Stripe

Chapter 31

Guys Night was meant to be fun. It was a tradition started in kindergarten by Craig and Clyde as playdates. As time passed and new friendships were formed, Jimmy and Tolkein were added to the sleepovers. By the time Tweek joined, Guy's Night was well established. They even agreed to include Stripe in their hangouts.

This time it was Tolkein's turn to host the hangout. He prided himself in being the group's favorite host. His rich lifestyle played a key role in his place being the ideal hangout spot and Tolkein lived for the praises. Even after moving out of his parents home, Tolkein only downgraded to a smaller mansion.

Tolkein anticipated a great night playing poker and stuffing themselves with takeout. He had stocked up the fridge with beer and pulled out his best selection of whiskey and tequila. Tolkien was confident the night was going to be a blast.

Jimmy and Clyde arrived first with Taco Bell and Burger King. Jimmy took control of the speakers and began playing cheesy Christmas music. Clyde set up red cups to play beer pong. Soon the Domino's Pizza delivery guy showed up with Tolkein's order.

The evening was turning out great as far as Tolkein was concerned but he wished Craig and Tweek would hurry so the real fun could start. He was excited when the doorbell finally rang, but felt dread as he heard loud arguing coming from outside. Great! The happy couple was having a spat.

Tolkein looked over his shoulder to see that Clyde and Jimmy had also heard the commotion outside. Disagreements between Craig and Tweek were not uncommon but they happened enough that the gang had to create a plan to diffuse the tension during Guys Night. With a silent nod all three prepared their three part plan to save the night.

Tolkien opened the door with a forced smile, “Guys! So glad you could make it!” Craig and Tweek glared at each other and Tolkein silently signaled Clyde over. Step one: Divide the problem.

“TWEEK! Thank goodness you're here! I need your barista skills to fill in these cups in the kitchen!” Clyde yelled as he pulled Tweek away from the door. Tweek followed without looking back at his husband.

“Hey man, let me get those for you. Why don't you help Jimmy set up the poker table.” Tolkein reached out to take the bags of Chinese food and walked towards the kitchen. Craig gave a curt nod and silently followed Jimmy to the game room. Time for step two: Interrogate the quarreling couple.

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“You don't understand Clyde! Just because he chose to adopt Stripe HE feels like he has more say in making decisions for Stripe! Gah! He says I'm selfish! He doesn't know what Stripe really wants!” Tolkien could hear Tweek ranting in the kitchen. Perfect! Tweek was always more talkative and with the right prodding would reveal any problems.

“I swear next time the gnomes come digging through the laundry…nghh I’ll let them take all his underwear!” Unfortunately not everything Tweek said could be taken seriously. Tolkein would need to be tactful in his approach to get some answers from Tweek.

Tolkein casually walked into the kitchen greeting Clyde and Tweek. “Hey guys, how's the drinks coming along?”

Tweek growled in response but Clyde rushed over to Tolkein. “Great! Everything is good here. Tweek! You don't mind finishing here. Tolkien and I need to…do something! Be right back.” He called out as he pushed Tolkein through the door.

“Dude! I know what the problem is!” Clyde whispered shouted.

“Wait, you do?” Tolkien asked skeptically.

“I bumped into Craig the other day and he was all moody and stuff. He's convinced Stripe is miserable as a human and needs to be changed back as soon as possible. Do you think Tweek might be against the idea?” Clyde asked.

Tolkien’s eyes widened. “Of course! Nichole said Tweek was leaning towards keeping Stripe human. It makes perfect sense.”

“Well I don't know about you but I am going to set Craig straight. He needs to realize how much happier he and Tweek have become.” Clyde stated with determination.

“Wait! We can't confront him like that or he’ll double down. We need to be tactful.” Tolkein said as he plotted how to change his friend's perspective.

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The atmosphere in the room was awkward. Craig and Tweek sat on opposite ends of the poker table bitterly sipping their drinks and coldly glancing at each other. Tolkien was ready to end this dispute and return to their scheduled fun. Time for step three: Meddle in the problem.

“So…um, Craig who's watching Stripe? Is it someone we know?” Tolkein asked, breaking the silence. He needed to ease into the conversation.

“No.” Craig spoke without elaborating further.

“We paid Craig's coworker, Sara, to watch him. Ngh…I made sure to put Stripe to bed early to avoid any meltdowns. I would have preferred to stay home but someone thinks it's unhealthy to be sooo attached to our baby!” Tweek informed them.

“I did not say that! Quit putting words in my mouth! I know you Tweek! If I let this continue you are going to break down from the stress of parenting 24/7.” Craig defended himself.

��Gah! How dare you! I love taking care of Stripe! I didn't realize you viewed our child as a burden!” Tweek accused venomously.

“There you go again misinterpreting everything I say. I should know by now that you are incapable of having a rational discussion.” Craig fired back.

Tolkein stood up immediately. The situation had completely detailed unexpectedly. “Alright that's enough! You two, on the couch! It's time for couples counseling.” Tolkien ordered without hesitation.

The couple complied sitting on opposite sides putting as much distance between them. Tolkien, Clyde and Jimmy stood in front of them acting like parents scolding their children.“Listen guys I know you both care about Stripe and I'm sure if we talked about it like mature adults we could...” Tolkien tried unsuccessfully.

“TALK! YOU WANT ME TO TALK! OK! Why don't you get off your high horse and realize you're not always right about things, Craig!” Tweek shouted.

“I don't claim to always be right.”

“Then why are you so against my choice for Stripe?!”

“Because we're a TEAM! That means we talk before making such a big decision.”

Tweek froze, “Craig…*sigh* You're right. I was being selfish. I’m sorry.”

“NOOOO!” Everyone jumped at Clyde's anguished cry. “Tweek you can't give up that easily. We love Stripe too. Craig please reconsider!”

Craig grimaced as Clyde clung to his jacket. He was on his knees begging and pleading desperately. “WTF, Clyde! This doesn't concern you.”

“You're the one who's selfish if you think we don't care about Stripe!” Clyde shouted.

“Craig's right, Clyde. Stripe's first Christmas outfit is a joint parenting decision. I should have talked to Craig before I ordered the reindeer onesie.” Tweek confessed.

The guys froze in shock. “You two were arguing over a onesie!” Jimmy said without a stutter.

Tweek pulled up an image on his phone. “I couldn't help myself! I was scrolling on Amazon for Christmas outfits and I didn't think Craig would be interested in planning our outfits for our holiday pictures. In the past, Craig wasn't too interested in picking our outfits, but I forgot how special it is to pick our baby's first outfit for the picture”

“Oh Honey. I should have told you sooner. It makes sense why you didn't ask me. I'm sorry I called you selfish. I know you've been working hard to prepare everything. The last thing I want to do is burden you with my hurt feelings.” Craig admitted.

The husbands embraced for the first time that evening. Their eyes met and they leaned forward for a kiss, but were interrupted when a poker chip hit Craig in the face.

“Enough sappy makeup kisses. I came here to make bank. So s-sit down and start bidding.” Jimmy said, pulling up his cards from the table.

The couple returned to the table. This time, Craig moved his chair beside Tweek's. Finally at peace the night was heading in the right direction.

Unbeknownst to the happy couple, their friends came to a silent agreement. They agreed it was best not to interfere in the couple's choice. They trusted Tweek and Craig to choose what is best for their family. All they could do is stand by and support them.

Ch30

Ch32

[dannystheone]

Hi!! I absolutely loved the South Park fic you posted recently!! You got their interactions down and it genuinely felt like I was reading the script from an episode. For a request, maybe something where Craig let’s Tweek hold Stripe, and Tweek is kind of nervous but ends up giggling because she’s sniffing at his belly or neck or something. And Craig’s eyes just light up because he didn’t know Tweek was ticklish. And of course he has to tickle Tweek right after- Take all the time you need or feel free to decline. Have a great week 💖

Oh my gosh I have been INSANE for Creek like my phone gallery is filled with fanart, they're just too adorable together. Also thank you for the compliment! I love when people say my fics are like the real thing it makes me happy :)

I have another Creek idea I wanna flesh out but this idea is too cute so I have to do it :)) thank you for the idea! I absolutely love Creek they're so gay and lovely and wonderful

WARNINGS: LIGHT SWEARING!

Craig Introduces Stripe To Tweek! (Lee Tweek/Ler Craig)

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"Alright Tweek, I'm gonna hand you Stripe now. Just hold your hands out flat-"

"GAH! No! What if I crush him on accident?! I don't wanna hurt him! That is way too much pressure! Ack!!"

Craig had invited Tweek over to his house to meet his infamous guinea pig, Stripe. They were sitting crisscross on Craig's carpet; the LED lights around Craig's room and the glow stars on his ceiling provided a calmer vibe for Tweek. However, Tweek was never calm under any circumstances.

"It's okay, just hold your hands out flat and I'll give you Stripe." Craig gently placed his light brown guinea pig in Tweek's shivering hands. Tweek's eye twitched as his breathing grew heavy.

"I- I don't wanna hurt him, man! You'll hate me!"

"You're not gonna hurt him dude, relax. Look, he likes you." Tweek looked down at the furred animal and took a deep breath.

Stripe started moving around in Tweeks hands, his little feet padding around in Tweek's palms. Tweek twitched at the unfamiliar sensation and watched Stripe as closely as possible.

Tweek didn't mention he also had anxiety about Stripe suddenly biting him out of nowhere, or pissing in his hands unexpectedly. What if it poisoned him? But he didn't want to be rude to Craig and his kind offer.

"You see? He probably prefers your hands over mine, they're always too cold." Craig stayed as optimistic as possible for Tweek, despite his usual blunt nature. Stripe was sniffing around Tweek's hands, possibly smelling the coffee grounds that stained them after years of drinking the beverage.

"C-Craig! He's climbing my arm!" Stripe was ambling up out of Tweek's hands now and padding along his forearm.

"Oh, he's just curious. That means he really likes you, and your shivering doesn't bother him either."

"What? My shivering? I shiver? When do I do that??" Tweek questioned. But he forgot about his questions as Stripe climbed up closer and closer to his face.

"GAH! Craig, can you take him off?! I don't wanna hurt him dude!" Craig sighed as he gently removed Stripe from Tweek's bicep. Craig put Stripe in his usual resting place, on his shoulder.

"See, that was cool, wasn't it? Stripe really likes you."

"Nnn...I guess. I just wish- I wish I wasn't so nervous so I could hold him properly!" Tweek's hands balled into fists as Craig furrowed his brows in confusion.

"But...you were holding him? You were holding him just now."

"No I mean- Ack! I mean I can hold him without worrying if I'm gonna hurt him!" Tweek pulled on his hair to calm himself down. He didn't wanna scare Stripe or be too loud.

"Oh, well, what if I put him in a place where it'll be easier to watch him and you don't have to physically hold him?" Craig suggested.

"Nnnngh, o-okay!" Tweek watched as Craig took Stripe off his shoulder and placed him on Tweek's bent knee. Despite Tweek wearing his usual dark blue jeans, he could still feel Stripe's feet traveling up his thigh.

"NGH! That feels weird!" Tweek's eye twitched as Stripe traveled up his thigh and sniffed around his jeans.

"Oh yeah, I remember my first guinea pig crawling all over me and I had to get used to it. It tickled at first, but I got used to it." Craig said nonchalantly. Tweek was barely listening as he watched Stripe smell and be curious of him.

"H-Hey, I-I'm not hurting him! He's okay!" Tweek looked up at Craig with a radiant smile that lit up the room. Craig's face blushed a deep crimson as he nodded supportively. Tweek's smile was so much nicer than he was expecting. And Tweek had stopped shivering while he was focusing on Stripe.

Tweek was focusing on Stripe, while Craig found himself suddenly focusing on Tweek. His hair went every which way, but it actually framed his face quite well. He had light blue eyes that looked darker under the blue lights, and his breathing grew more gentle as he studied Stripe with a growing adoration. Craig's heart was pounding. What the fuck is this feeling-

"Do you uh, do you wanna try and pet him? He likes having his back scratched." Craig offered gently. Tweek looked at him with a fearful expression.

"N-no no no, that's okay! I'll just watch him! I-I don't wanna-" Tweek sputtered as he felt a new sensation in his belly. He looked down and noticed that Stripe had traveled his way up his leg and to his tummy window, thanks to his inability to ever button his shirt correctly. Stripe was sniffing at his bare tummy, his whiskers brushing over the skin gently.

"H-Hehey! Hehehe's tickling me!" Tweek giggled as Stripe padded closer and poked his head inside of Tweek's shirt window. Stripe's fur fluffed against Tweek's tummy, causing Tweek to snicker.

Craig was about to help the poor boy, but-

Fuck.

Tweek was too cute as he just pulled on his shirt as a nervous tic instead of handling Stripe for fear that he would hurt him, despite Stripe sniffing and tickling his tummy. His eyes were narrowed in his giggles, his whole face alight with his smile. Craig didn't know that Tweek was ticklish, and to be honest he didn't think he would ever care about that fact.

But with these newfound feelings for Tweek that Craig had discovered, he found his eyes lighting up like the glow stars on his ceiling. Tweek's eyes were squeezed shut as he tittered at the soft feel against his tummy.

"Cr-Crahaig cahan you hehelp?!" Tweek cried. Craig snapped out of his thoughts and reached forward to remove Stripe from Tweek's tummy. Tweek breathed in deeply, the soft remnants of brushing still playing over his skin.

"Sorry, Tweek. I didn't think Stripe would do something like that." Craig stood up to put Stripe back in his enclosure while Tweek pulled on his shirt to try and hide his tummy window.

"ERK! I-It's okay! I-I liked meeting him!" Tweek started to gently shiver again, his eyes twitching now that he wasn't focusing on Stripe. Craig sat on the carpet again, closer to Tweek this time.

"Oh, good. Uh, he liked meeting you too." The two boys sat there for a moment, Tweek silently shivering and Craig pulling on his hatstring while he thought. Craig wanted to try something, but it had to be smooth. He didn't want to spring anything onto Tweek that he wouldn't like.

Craig cleared his throat and turned to Tweek. "Hey, Tweek uh...do you want help buttoning your shirt?" Craig pointed to Tweek's tummy window in his shirt. Tweek twitched and pulled on his shirt nervously.

"My shirt? Augh...I guess! I-I can never button it right, my hands tremble too much!" Tweek turned to Craig, his body trembling gently. Craig mustered up his courage and turned towards Tweek, his squared-off fingers buttoning the top button that was done incorrectly.

Craig was so close to Tweek he could feel his breathing down his neck. Tweek's body radiated heat like he was a personal heater. Maybe from the coffee? But Craig delighted in the fact that Tweek trusted him enough to be so close, especially when his belly was right there-

"GAH!"

"Sorry Tweek, I didn't mean to swipe you." Craig had 'accidentally' swiped a finger against Tweek's tummy while buttoning his shirt. His reactions were so loud, but Craig didn't mind at all.

"I-It's okay! It surprised me- ERK!" Craig swiped his whole hand over Tweek's tummy now, and just kinda went in for the kill as smoothly as he could manage. Craig took both his hands and started spidering them over Tweek's bare tummy, to which Tweek convulsed and started giggling again.

"C-Crahaig?! Whahat ahahare you dohohoing mahahan?!" Tweek pulled on Craig's wrists to try and pull them away, and it almost worked. Tweek was actually stronger than Craig, they found that out during their first fight, and Tweek was heavier than Craig as well. But with Tweek being distracted by being tickled by all things, it broke through his defenses quite well.

"What are you talking about, Tweek? I'm not doing anything." Craig spoke in that same monotone voice, but the light inside of him couldn't be contained. Tweek was just so adorable when he fell to his back and laughed (rather loudly) and Craig was able to spider up Tweek's open shirt and elicit other reactions.

"ACK! Yehehehes yohohou ahahahare! You're tihihihihickling mehehehe!!" Tweek's hair grew wilder, if that was possible, with him shifting and twisting on Craig's rug. Craig located Tweek's sides and started squeezing in the divets gently.

"No, I'm not. I'm just trying to button your shirt, dude. I don't know why you keep moving around everywhere." Craig could hardly hear himself over the loud reactions of his friend. But he wasn't complaining. Tweek had stopped trying to pull him away and just held Craig's forearms like a lifeline. Tweek's eyes were narrowed in his surprisingly melodic laughter.

"Youhohohou're fuhuhuhuhull of shihihihihit!! NNGH! Crahahaig!" Craig was spidering up and down his sides and scritching over his waistline. For someone who was this ticklish, he certainly wore his clothes loose and carelessly.

"Don't be too loud, you'll scare Stripe. You wouldn't want me to bring him out so he can crawl all over you again, would you?" Craig was having fun. He didn't know he liked to tease people. He also didn't know he was into anxious caffeinated blondes either so he was learning a lot about himself today.

Tweek shook his head as his fists balled into the material of Craig's jacket. Apparently, Craig's teasing was effective against him. "Nohohohoho I dohohohon't! Buhuhuhut I cahahahan't hehehehelp it!!"

Craig smiled down at Tweek; Tweek not noticing of course in his mirth. Tweek's smile was light, yet his laughter was a bit panicked and manic. Craig appreciated that Tweek wasn't fighting him at all actually. Maybe Tweek was having fun too.

Craig grew more adventurous and took both hands to slide them in Tweek's hip divets. He started kneading them gently, which ended in an explosive knee-jerk reaction.

"GAH! CRAHAHAIG!-" "OOMF-"

Tweek's knee connected to Craig's ribcage, the instantaneous reaction something that Tweek couldn't control. Tweek's body tried to curl in a ball on instinct, but Craig's body was in the way. Craig took his hands off Tweek and held his side.

"Oh- Oh God! Craig! I- I'm sorry man!! I hurt you!" Tweek bounced to his feet and held his face in panic. "Oh God, oh Jesus I'm so sorry!! Do you need a hospital?! I'll call 911!" Craig reached up and held Tweek's wrist in a calm manner.

"I'm okay, Tweek. You just bumped my side. I guess I shouldn't tickle you too much in the future." Tweek blushed a light red as he sunk back to the floor, his black Converse folding underneath him.

"I uh- errgh- It- It wasn't so bad!" Tweek knitted his hands together as he started his usual twitches and shivers. "It-It actually calmed me down!" Craig smiled at that and did notice that throughout the whole session, Tweek was spazzing out but he never said to stop.

"Well, I'm glad you had fun. I had fun too." Tweek and Craig looked at each other for a moment before Tweek broke their eye contact with a twitch.

"W-Well, I'd better go. My mom is making dinner tonight." Tweek marked. Craig stood up and helped Tweek to his feet. He walked him to his front door to say goodbye.

"H-Hey Craig?"

"Yeah, Tweek?"

"URGH! I uh- I was thinking! M-Maybe I can come over tomorrow and we can look at comic- comic books! I have a bunch of them!" Tweek held his shirt nervously as his eye twitched.

Craig smiled softly and nodded.

"Yeah, you can come over. And I can help you button your shirt again, too." Craig had the pleasure of watching Tweek's cheeks light up with blush.

"Mmph...o-okay! But I won't go down without a fight next time! I'll get you, man!" Tweek promised with balled fists. Now it was Craig's turn to blush, with the thought of Tweek doing the things to him that he had done to Tweek.

"Well, we'll have to see about that tomorrow. Until then..." The moment seemed to draw out as Craig balled his fists in his sleeves and leaned forward to peck Tweek on the cheek.

"Okay Tweek see you tomorrow!" Tweek stood motionless on Craig's doorstep as Craig slammed the door shut, and clenched his chest where his heart pounded underneath his hand.

Holy fuck, dude.

I got a crush.

[craziechwiv]

Insane Kyle #...Idfk lmao (Ft. Imp Tweek!)

Stan and Craig are both sitting down on some park benches looking at the sky. It was turning dusk with the orange sky turning darker and darker by the passing hour. These kinds of moments are where they both agreed to tolerate each other on. Normally, they would be at each other's throats or cussing the other out. But not today, they learned to just...let that be for a bit as they decided to take in the peacefulness of the end of a very eventful day together.

Kyle then proceeds to walk besides them covered in blood and holding a bloodied up knife.

Kyle: Okay, we're ready to bury them now! Then we can head to the movies!

S+C: Aight.

Oh right. They were also there to wait for their partners to finish butchering a couple of bad people, or so they say they are bad, so they could bury them and then head towards their double date.

Stan and Craig both picked up their shovels brought from home and went to an isolated area where they saw Tweek in his demon form, as he was busy gutting another pleading bastard, watching them with glee as their life left their eyes.

Tweek: Oh, h-hey guys! They're all- *agh!* r-ready for ya!

Craig: Thanks honey.

Stan and Craig worked effortlessly to toss the remains of the victims into the hole they've digged again of time. Then came filling it all back up.

Stan: So, how did you find out Tweek was a...yknow.

Craig: He didn't notice he morphed into an Imp after one of his nervous breakdowns. I thought I'd be more freaked out by it but...let's be honest. After seeing Satan once or twice now, it doesn't really surprise me.

Stan: Fair, fair.

Craig: How did you find out about Kyle's body count?

Stan: He was strangling some 6th grader to death in my backyard at night. I was abit freaked out but sorta got desentized towards his murders after what happened to that creep.

Craig: Ah.

Stan: Yeah.

Stan and Craig then continued filling up the hole in awkward silence. It wasn't long till they were done, and they were patting down the dirt and trying to make sure no blood got on them till they began to walk back to Craig's car.

Stan: We're just as sick as them huh?

Craig: You all are, I got god on my side.

Stan: And yet you helped cover up a murder.

Craig: And I know God had my back of not getting caught.

[homemantis]

Going off of this!!

I’d like to share my own take on Craig Tucker in regards to how I view him, + his asd. He’s my little meowmeow and I chose how to write him. >:) Oh my god this is a mess of thoughts. Some headcanons, some just straight up analysis. While I do enjoy a lot of fanon portrayals of Craig (and Tweek) as they are all valid and fun in their own ways and I love seeing everyone’s takes on them, I definitely do have my own favorites. There is no one way to interpret a character after all! That being said, Craig Tucker is a LOSER (affectionate). He’s a cringefail loser nerd and I hope he knows it. This man is a nerdy hyperfixated disaster who on the surface level only has three moods: bitchy, neutral, and adoration. He’s a sarcastic little bitch who always complains about the fucking bizarreness of everything that's going on around him. He does not want any part of it. He will flip it off. He will flip his family off. He will flip you off. He will flip off god. However, in some instances, family, friends and those special people (or guinea pigs) he doesn’t know how to express his emotions, and so he will fall back on the gesture as a means of affection. (i.e. when you insult your best friends as a sign of knowing each other for a long time sorta thing.) Most of the time, I think he’s just. Neutral. He’s going through life as boringly as he can and he likes it that way. He even brings this up: “Boring, just the way I like it.” And I hate to reach here, but as someone with autism myself, and I know others with this condition, a lot of the time we HATE change. Routines, schedules, boringness, its just the way to be, it’s not scary or weird, it’s just normality in a world of bizarreness. I don’t want to go on a spontaneous adventure, I need time and preparation to do things outside of normalcy, even if it is fun and a good change, I will need time to adjust. I could see Craig 100% being the same way.  Even in ‘Tweek x Craig’ he’s especially upset about the towns attention on him, as being in a ‘relationship’ with Tweek is a big change and is the first out of him and Tweek to go out of the way to try and solve the issue via the fake breakup. Another point here is his ‘problem-solving’ attitude. In ‘Put It Down’ he tries to ‘solve’ Tweek’s anxiety by distracting him, when what he needed to do was just talk to Tweek about his feelings. I’ve actually seen other autistic people say that this episode taught them how to better empathise with others, and truly it’s a guiding point for me as well! It’s a genuine good reminder to me that when my friends are upset maybe the best thing to do is just listen and affirm feelings. Thanks Craig :) Once again, he always has a neutral expression, he doesn't smile often and we don’t even see him smile much in tfbw when your character takes a selfie with him. I like to hc that he just has a resting bitch face lmao. But a lot of autistic people genuinely struggle to convey or even feel emotions in the same neurotypical way. This can often be called masking, and because I don’t want to ramble for forever, I definitely recommend looking up autistic masking for yourself. His voice is even neutral and monotone, which can be an autism thing! Some asd individuals have trouble putting emotion into their voices and can seem un-caring, when thats not true, and it’s just more natural to be monotone. I definitely don’t think Craig is without emotions, he’s just not going at expressing his feelings (which I’d love to talk about in contrast for his relationship with Tweek but that’s for another day as this post is long enough). For example, he does seem worried about Tweek’s anxiety in ‘Put It Down’ and even asks how Tweek is when they’re broken up in tfbw. He’s worried about how others see him being gay in ‘Tweek x Craig’ and he’s infamously known for his love for his guinea pig, who he’s upset at the notion of someone insulting the love for his pet in ‘Tweek vs Craig’. Anyway, why do I think he’s a loser? Well as @craigrights put it in our dm’s, Craig:

- gets NO bitches except one meth addict

- needs braces

Which. Yeah. Thank you Syd, you’ve summed it up. (Yeah absolute hc that he has fucked up teeth and needs to wear braces lmao.) But other then that, I love the popular fanbase headcanon that Craig is just a major nerd for space stuff. He has space memorabilia around his bedroom from what we can see in tfbw. I’d also like to note that aside from the little boxes on the floor, which can be probably cleaned up in a minute or two, his room is really clean! An absolute clean nerd (autism). Weirdo.

So yeah, I can absolutely see him being hyperfixated on space and astromony, and adores it. I can totally see him being super quiet only giving the occasional blunt one-liners but then flipping into rambling about space whenever you give him the chance. He loves Stripe, and all the variations of stripe over the years which is honestly really heart-warming. It really does crush the whole ‘bad-boy’ persona when some of the characters chalk him up to be a troublemaker. This kid loves animals. DORK.  Last thing is the fictional red racer tv show, I could sooo see him having a mini-fixation on it too. When Cartman asks him to fight Tweek in ‘Tweek vs Craig’ he responds that he’ll only do it after red racer. THIS BOY HAS WORKED RED RACER INTO HIS AUTISM SCHEDULE.. A LOSER. Anyway this was an absolute ramble!! And not even all my thoughts on this character, I’m forgetting a LOT and it’s sorta sad how much I could probably add to this. I could also talk a bit about his character relationships in my own personal au? headcanon? Idk what you’d call it. I’d love to ramble about Tweek too, and especially Creek headacnons as a whole as I had to personally hold myself back from adding a bunch of Creek into this ramble. I love them too much I’m sorry.  Anyway, let me know if you want to hear anything more about the topics listed above! You guys are epic, thanks for listening. <3333

[lumidark166]

New Kid (Rewrite) Headcanons cause why not lol

This is my new kid in TSOT

IN TFBW, this is my new kid look and his character sheet Credit to @lolliepops-rox for this edit, thank you so much!!

This gonna be full-on rambling I'm sorry Eka's full name is Eka Widjaya Pratama but he always uses a short version cause the full one makes him look plain Indonesian lol

Eka in tsot, he somewhat freaks out because the town is crazy and weird, but he feels comfortable that now he finally made friends after so long his family moved town to town so much that he hasn't made friends He has selective mutism, which causes anxiety but after that, he feels more comfortable saying a few words to speak, but when he suddenly can't speak, he usually texts or uses cards to speak cause the kids and the adults probably can't understand what he said in sign language and Cartman will make fun of him.

speaking of Cartman, Eka never anyone his real name cause of Cartman, he is not afraid of Cartman, he just doesn't want his anxiety to make it more troublesome if Cartman spread that his name is shit like gossip and his progress to speak more will reduce to square one again His vocabulary is just 'dude' cause how much he spends time with Kyle and Stan Eka just doesn't care, everyone, calls him douchebag, buttlord, etc, he just thinks it's funny cause he likes to make fun of himself and make smelly farts all of the time lmao-

He is like when tfbw gives him time farts "Fart now can time bend shit, fuck yeah THIS IS MY MC ERA" like he doesn't think tsot also in his mc era

Creek couple for some reason 'adopted' new kid beside Stripe, Eka is confused about wtf is going on until Tweek spoiled him so much lmao Eka is like "My real parents are shit so Tweek and Craig is my parents now" that didn't age well in tfbw for a while tho-

Being a hero with an assassin class, he uses SHARP ace of spades cards instead of knives cause he was inspired by a cartoon show of spies/ agents that used cards lol

when the start of tfbw, Eka is kinda bored and curious wtf is this game they are playing that is so important that they ditch Eka and the other kids. then when Cartman asked what are your class, Eka immediately takes his notebook, and make one page of the class he wants and skill he wants also describing the weakness so cartman can't do his class type picker thing cause Eka knew Cartman gonna make fun of him. why one page? cause Eka knew if he was too invested he gonna make it 10 pages instead lmao

Eka doesn't care about the timeline of the movies when the two franchises hate their methods so much that they split up but He ONLY cares about the angst, after they got together as one franchise, Dr.Timothy asks origin story of Ace of Spades aka New Kid Hero Name, then he wrote in google doc of 40k draft origin story and send it to the freedom pals gc chat and he texted

Butthole: So if there want changes somethings let me know *Thump_up* I don't think they see Eka the same way after he wrote that shit in 15 minutes, 40k in 15 minutes lmao also, they cried hard cause its so much angst, they never gonna survive because Eka is an angst enthusiast ofc he gonna make it unnecessarily sad for no reason (edited) The freedom pals meet and discussing it about the franchise timeline, till making it a yelling battle

"What if there is angst on the table guys, angst bring entertainment you know" Eka only speak only in that meeting and never said anything again in other meetings

Freedom Pals stare at him confused while the former coon and friends are terrified Even Super Craig was like "Oh my god, I forgot about Butthole origin story- Fuck, guys… never make New Kid the main writer if there gonna be casting" Mosquito even start crying, yeah Eka traumatized them for dear life lmao

The new kid wrote his superhero persona as a self-destructive, self-sacrifice hero, he even tried to suggest that he want to lose his arm when the situation of one of Eka's parents need to sacrifice for Mephesto thing but luckily, Craig talks it out to him into not doing that, Eka is silly but idiot bitch

Eka play Stick of Truth and superhero game as the distraction of his home but because Cartman and others play superhero now, he instantly joins so he can peacefully forget about his parents being shit Reactions to them about NK skill, spin slash

"What is that... cards?, pfft that not gonna hurt me-" Then New Kid threw a few cards at Tupperware and the cards almost got into Tupperware's head, it goes through the helmet

"Okay, who dare it's okay the New Kid play with sharp things.." A very concerned and angry Wonder Tweek being a mom "Shut up, New Kid doesn't need to be babied" (Super Craig) 'Why are you my emotional dad figure again…' Eka is disappointed lmao

Eka is also a style shipper but he is kinda tired of them talking about the bigger franchise but then again he doesn't care about franchises so- He was like " YOU GUYS ARE SO STUPID, YOU GUYS CAN BE STILL FRIENDS FFS, CAN YOU GUYS LEAVE COON" But because of his mutism, he can't say shit

Eka is sick of Coon and his bs and also wants to unalive him for a couple of reasons but he realized that not worth the hassle cause he knows it's gonna bite him in the ass if Cartman revenge on the new kid

in the finale of mitch conner's fight, Eka made his arm almost broken cause he is sick of Coon bs he just said "You know what, you already traumatized me killing my own father, so I am gonna give you a taste of REAL pain" which is he is not holding back and almost break Cartman left hand

Eka's best friends are Kenny and Butters, blonde boys and also Butters's protection squad Remember a photo in butters parents' room? Eka blackmailed Stephen to use that photo, to put it on Coonstagram so Butters don't ground for a long time About Kenny and Eka hc, they are inseparable until a superhero game made them distant In fact in civil war fight, Mysterion mostly target Eka for no reason "You join the wrong side, New Kid" "THEN WHY YOU DIDNT TELL ME, YOU UNDERWEAR HERO ASSHOLE bangsat anjing nih anak" translation: son of a bitch

he whispered cussing in Indonesian in the last ones cause he was that angry- "Dude, I think he pissed.." Toolshed noticed when Eka is angry is not a good thing "I guess our intel that New Kid willingly join Coon and Friends is fake" D.Timothy usual telepathy thing

also the twist here, Eka becomes a quadruple agent, instead of spying for coon and friends he was like "Nope, I wanna know wtf is cartman going with this shit and I am not gonna get blamed for his shit"

after the couple's counseling, Eka get beaten and the couple just looks at Eka, "You know what, let's do this together.. for Butthole" After that they eat at McDonald's cause Tweek spoils Eka like a child lmao

after civil war 2, freedom pals found a notebook belonging to Eka but it's nothing special.

cause it's a drawing vent book that he draws mostly circles and notes from school and a weird list of items which is 100 glue, 20 tortillas and etc it's for crafting but he didn't write the context what is it for so they are so confused about what it meant "Look is New Kid okay? the book on the back of the cover it's said it's a vent book, but why the hell are there so many circles and this weird list??.." Toolshed concerned "As much I hate New Kid mentally ill and need therapy jokes (affectionate).. he needs therapy" (Tupperware)

One day, Eka found his confidence and tell his real name cause new kid doesn't feel like gonna be a long thing and probs confused with other new kid/exchange students so crack hc : Eka write fanfic of their superhero persona, especially Bunny but its enemies to lovers mysterion and Chaos cause in canon, chaos has WALL of mysterion pics Eka see that in tsot was like "… fruity"

Eka also does cover songs but in vtuber style where the cover/mv has lore animation so it gives a hint to his origin story he realizes singing makes him forget his anxiety, so he gives a message with his singing instead

Oh yeah also, Eka is kinda Kyle 2.0 but more emotional like Stan, he is just Kyle 2.0 cause he second person to fight Cartman constantly lol, At the start of the fight usually Eka gives him a really BAD fart lol

"Wha hey, Douchebag what that for?!" Cartman is angry at the Eka, apparently, he talks shit about his country's people being overproud Eka just stare at him blankly but he put a card that quote "Come at me, bitchboy" Ofc Eka won that easily, he kick him in the stomach hard that he vomit. Probably shouldn't watch too much Kamen Rider cause Rider Kicks lmao-

"Mampus lu" then he just walked away

"I don't know what that means but I am prouuud of our kid" (Craig) "It's mean 'deserved' but that doesn't mean New kid is your child, Craig" (Wendy)

Eka uses this to communicate sometimes when his phone is dead or doesn't have a notebook on him

Eka usual wear in TFBW

And that it lol, this is long post lmao

[wardsbackpoet]

THE MUSIC YOU HAVE IN TWEEKS PLAYLIST IS SO 🤭🤭🤭 LIKE IVE NEVER MET ANYONE THAT KNEW BLOOD FOR BLOOD

I honestly don't remember when I discovered Blood for Blood, but I think I might have my former boss (he'd get annoyed and say he wasn't my 'boss' 'cause he doesn't like 'bosses and never wanted to have nor be one; For context, he wasn't really my boss, I was self-employed, but working at his tattoo shop) / fill-in father-figure for a bit, a longtime friend of mine, to thank for that. That man is honestly 100% self-made and has an ethic and ethos I can really look up to and respect. We're also both into Madball, and I recently went to one of their shows. He couldn't go, due to ongoing cancer treatments.

Me and another friend of my former boss (actually, the co-owner of that shop I was working at), spoke with the band, got them all to sign a shirt for him and we brought it to his house the next day. He was super touched. Great group. We'd only asked one band member to sign as the rest were busy packing up gear, and he suggested he could go and get the rest to add their autographs, we were super grateful.

Also, I 100% get that frustration of never meeting anyone who likes/knows what you like and know. When I was a teen, the definition of 'hardcore' had slipped, and to me, it was still bands like Blood for Blood, Madball, Biohazard, Agnostic Front, Fugazi originating from the movement started by 7 Seeconds, Minor Threat, Black Flag, Sick of it All, etc. I saw Terror (which I like) as like, the band bridging how I defined hardcore to how kids of my generation defined it.

To the kids around me, it was this stuf with like, a lot of 'Woah-oh-oohs', in the midst of screaming. My whole view of it was 'it's a'ight, but that's not my scene', and I was often disappointed (and eventually disillusioned) when kids were like, "oh, I like hardcore too!". Over the years, my follow-up question changed from an enthusiastic "Oh awesome! Wanna go to a show? Wanna obsess about this Bad Brains album with me" to a bored, "Oh yeah? So like, what bands?" To which I'd hear Stick to your guns, Underoath, Silverstein or whatever else was popular at that time.

I ran into the same problem with kids saying they liked punk too. They weren't talking about Discharge or Subhumans, or Thulsa Doom, or Conflict, Descendants or NOFX. They meant The Used and Blink182, Rise Against and whatnot. I was utterly confused and felt born 20 years too late for real.

I was just...well, I longed for a more precise vocabulary to become more widely-used so I'd stop getting my hopes up/getting frustrated about the fact we really weren't talking about the same thing. I was a teenaged musical elitist, yup. A real fuckin' snob. I'm more open-minded today but it was disappointing and disheartening, only really finding like-minded musical peers among people at least a decade older than I was.

So, in contrast, meeting people who actually liked what I liked was always so exciting and felt really validating at a time when I felt as though there was always a barrier to being understood by my peers, and to connecting with them on a less than superficial level.

You didn't ask for that full analysis and I regret having overthought and rambled, but I typed it so you're getting it, I guess. Sorry?

& Thanks for reading the fic & I promise to update soon. Life's just been kicking my ass recently but it's okay, 'cause I just remembered I can kick back.

Also, I just realized maybe I rambled so much because the upcoming chapter explores some of those themes with Tweek finding it hard to find common ground with kids his age as well. So, maybe?

Anyways. THANKS FOR READING IT AND BEING PATIENT ON UPDATES.

& HMU if ever you wanna chat music or whatever else.

[themadsquirrel09]

Chosen one

Fandom ☆ South Park 

Ship ☆ Creek (Craig TuckerxTweek Tweak)

Characters ☆ Craig Tucker, Tweek Tweak, Guinea Pirate

Rating ☆ K+

Warnings ☆ None.

Summary ☆ Craig has to save the word (again), when he would have rather just walked away.

About it ☆ I wanted to write something special for this ship, exploring their dynamic in a way I usually don’t see portrayed. It is basically care, drama and fluff. They are 27 here.

☆ Words 1030 ☆

With love: (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ Stan

“A person often meets his destiny on the road he took to avoid it.” 

— Jean de La Fontaine 

My name is Craig and I am 27 years old. When I was 10, I found out I was the chosen one to save the world from the giant guinea pig invasion: I did, even if not on purpose. The leader, the Guinea Pirate, escaped and, after all this time, he is back for revenge. 

Am I really the only one who can stop him? 

I never wanted this. 

All I wanted was to go on vacation with Tweek and have a good time together. So how is it that I find myself in the middle of the Peruvian jungle, again? I try to walk away, just to end up inside that cave, facing the hieroglyphics that somehow have changed. 

“Craig, that’s you!” Tweek exclaims, as he pulls his clothes nervously.

“Yes, honey. That’s me.”

“So this happened to you when you were 10? This is insane!” He pulls his hair now.

“Yes, I know. I think it is useless, but how about we bail from all this?” He considers it.

“Well, we were supposed to be celebrating our anniversary. Let 's do it.” He smiles at me reassuringly and I grab his hand. 

“Ok. I think we went this way all those years ago. Let’s take the opposite road.”

We do and, by being there, I get memories of how it felt when I was a kid; I just wanted out. It is nicer now. Maybe the years made me care less, but I think it is mostly because Tweek is here with me. 

This was supposed to be our anniversary vacation. We weren't coming to Peru, we were going to Bali, to get away from it all just for a couple of weeks. When we ended up on the wrong flight, I got the feeling that something I didn’t like was happening. 

We decided to enjoy this place because we don’t have that much free time, went on a nature walk and somehow got separated from the group. I know by now I can’t control it: neither this prophecy, nor the power hidden in me. I squeeze Tweek’s hand.

After a couple of hours, we stop, Tweek takes out the portable coffee maker and gets it to work; then he walks towards me and puts his hands on my shoulders.

“What?” 

“You have to relax.” He chuckles a bit. “Sorry, it is weird that I am the one saying it, but this isn’t easy for you, is it?” I swallow hard.

“How do you do it? Relaxing.” 

“I just try to breathe deep and picture myself in a happy place. Maybe surrounded by a bunch of Stripes?” I try it and as I do, I drowse. “Does this feel good?” He massages my shoulders a bit. 

“Yes. Thank you, honey.”

After that, we keep going for a couple of hours. Suddenly, something doesn't feel right, I stop, pulling Tweek. We look at each other in some sort of instinctive panic, a low roar is heard and the ground bursts open. We try to hold onto each other, but the Guinea Pirate emerges, taking Tweek in his teeth.

“Tweek!”

“Craig.” Announces the creature. “You can’t stop me this time.”

“I won’t. I don’t want to.” I raise my hands in a defensive motion. “I promise I will just go away if you let Tweek go now.”

“You are trying to trick me, Craig, but it won’t work like the last time.” I find myself out of words, but Tweek screams and hits the monster in the nose. He is released and falls to the ground, making a pained noise. 

“Honey!” I get close and when I do, I accidentally step on one of those sacred platforms. “Oh no. It is happening again.” The power that hides in me is released as sparks shooting out of my eyes, hitting the Guinea Pirate until it is defeated.

A SWAT team shows up with tanks and helicopters.

“Take him down before he escapes!” I look around and hear Tweek exclaim: 

“Don’t worry, I’m ok!” I sigh out of relief and tiresome. I wait until it all ends and I can step off the platform. I don’t feel so good. 

“You didn’t hurt yourself, right?” He shakes his head. “Good.” I help him up.

“How about you? Are you ok?”

“I’m…” I don’t have an answer. 

“Craig?” He asks, but a member of the SWAT team intervenes and I let Tweek handle that. Meanwhile, I go to a nearby grass and lay down, then close my eyes. After a while, I hear near steps.

“Hey, it seems like we are close to a hotel,” Says Tweek. "We should—” He gasps, cutting his own phrase to exclaim. “Oh my god, you are crying! I thought you didn’t get hurt!”

“I didn't. I just,” I can’t really talk much. “I’m ok,” I get to see how he looks at me, like he doesn’t believe me. “I will be fine.” But the tears keep rolling down my expressionless face, so I just shut my eyes and let it happen. 

Tweek gets close, his movements slower than usual. I feel him sit by my side. Then he lays down too and reaches for my hand, I take it. We stay like that for a while, until I start feeling better. 

“I’m sorry.”

“It is not your fault, honey.”

“I know. But I’m sorry this happened. Again.” I look around, it seems like the SWAT team is gone with their prisoner and Tweek said there’s a hotel close by.

This is actually nice: just the two of us, in the middle of nowhere. 

“I guess it is not that bad. I’m doing what I wanted right now.” Maybe I’ll keep coming back to this place and situation, whether I want it or not, but at least now I get to do it by Tweek’s side. 

“Really, are you happy with this?” I look at his worried face and sit up just to lean and kiss him.

“Now I am. I’m soo happy.” And for that reason, I kiss him again.

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The end. 

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Final notes 🍯

This one really makes me emotional 😅 I hope you enjoyed the read! Special thanks to the ones who voted on the poll 🌠

Fun facts:

🥠 The quote for the epigraph is also included in Kung Fu Panda.

🪐 I headcanon that Super Craig’s suit is so lazy because he knows he is a hero with no mask. 

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[pineappleciders]

Y’know how you did a South Park request of Kyle and Kenny finding out you self-harm? Can you do that again, but with Butters and Tweek instead?

A/N: yeah!! i love doing requests like this. this is platonic btw,, tweeks part is a lot longer mostly because theres more dialouge!

TRIGGER WARNING: blood, self-harm, relapse, blades

BUTTERS and TWEEK reacting to reader self-harming

sitting in your bed, you were doing your usual routine.

swipe, stop the bleeding, move on. it was a ritual that brought you comfort. something that was always the same. something you could always return to.

you barely have any time to react as someone twists open the knob of your door and opens it, knocking on their way in.

"hey, Y/N! you gotta come see what- oh jesus!"

his tone switches up and he steps back in shock at the sight of you bleeding.

his first instinct is to look away and walk out, apologizing. but he doesn't, he can't! you're hurt, and you need his help!

he cautiously steps closer to you. "jeez, are you okay Y/N? you're hurt pretty bad.." he looks at the cuts on your arm, automatically assuming it was not intentional.

you cover it up and hide further into your bed. "no, i'm alright. thanks though."

he lingers for a moment, playing with his hands, before shouting "i'll be right back!" and running out.

he comes back with a box of hello-kitty themed band-aids, and sits next to you on the bed. he sees the blade, he sees the bloody towel, but he doesn't say anything.

he gently takes your arm and places the band-aids over your wounds, strategically as to hold them close. "there! ooh, you probably need some ointment, hold on!"

as he gets up to go get it, you stop him. he looks at you quizzically, and he's a little shocked at the tears in your eyes and your sad face.

"h-hey, what's wrong? does it hurt? i bet it does, i can get some-" you sniffle and cut him off. "no, i just wanted to say thank you."

he tilts his head a bit. "well, of course! i'd do anything for my best buddy!" he does his silly little smile.

it fades as his eyes trail downwards. "hey, Y/N?" "hm?" "why did you do that? did you mean to?"

it hits you that butters hasn't had any experience with self-harm and doesn't know what it is.

"we-well... uh... yeah. it's.. it's like a coping mechanism. i dunno how to explain it.."

"coping? cope with what?"

you sigh in exasperation. you wish he didn't ask. "erm.. like my mental state and stress and stuff. it's not good, i know, but it's the only thing that helps." you look away in embarrassment.

he has a little frown on his face. "well i don't want you doing that, Y/N! it's not safe!" he takes one of your hands in his. butters always knew how to be corny.

"i know it's rough, but i'm here for you bud! sometimes.. sometimes i wanna do that too. like when i get yelled at and i just wanna hit myself cuz it's all too much. but.. but we shouldn't! it's dangerous."

"anytime you wanna do that, you tell me and we can color, OK?" butters doesn't treat it like it's a sensitive subject. he's honest, and he's genuine.

you lightly smile. "okay. thanks, butters."

he goofily smiles again. "now lemme go get the ointment!"

you shut the door and slide down the wall of the bathroom. the floor was probably gross, but you could care less right now.

you're having a panic attack again. in a coffee shop.

it happens often when you're ordering food, and you rushed to the bathroom when all of the red flags started showing. you needed to relieve this pressure, and quickly.

taking out your 'cutting bag', you hold the blade in your finger, and start slitting. each cut is wobbly and painful. you're shaking.

you let yourself bleed. usually you stop it as soon as you cut, holding toilet paper or a towel to it, but you just wanted to bleed. you've been so exhausted lately.

a bit passes and you're about to get up to start cleaning up, but a loud knock pounds on the bathroom door.

"h-hey, Y/N! what's taking so long, are you okay?" tweeks voice cracks from the other side of the door, and your heart drops.

"er, yeah i'm okay! just finishing up!" you're still catching your breath, freezing in place as to not make a sound.

"are you sure? you ran in there pretty fast, did the coffee give you diarrhea? ACK!"

you stifle a laugh at the random comment. "heh, uh, no i'm fine. just.. really had to pee."

a moment of silence passes.

you nearly piss your pants when the doorknob moves and unlocks. scrambling to stand and cover yourself, you hold your bag close as he opens the door.

"dude! a little privacy!" you shout, backing up once he shuts the door behind him. you keep forgetting his family owns the place and has the bathroom keys.

"aha! so you weren't peeing! you're holding everyone up, we only have..." he trails off when he looks down, seeing a small splotch of red liquid on the floor.

"is.. is that.. BLOOD?" his voice freaks out, and you put your hand over his mouth to shut him up. "ssshhhhush!!!"

you uncover his mouth, and he takes a deep breath to calm himself.

"why is there blood on the floor."

you awkwardly chuckle. "uh... haha. i'm... on my period??" you grin, trying to crack a joke.

he deadpans and looks at you, expecting a real answer.

you sigh. "okay, um, promise not to tell anyone."

he does a motion mimicking zipping his mouth and throwing the key away, eager to hear what on earth you've been in here so long for.

you were about to tell him, but you backed out last-second. "i, uh, cut my finger." you blurt it out, averting your eyes.

he's vibrating a little, and he twitches.

"you don't want me telling anyone you cut your finger?"

"..yeah."

"...."

"...."

"do you need a band-aid?"

"..yeahh." you say that, hoping he'll leave to get one. giving you a chance to escape.

he pulls one out of his pocket, but you aren't really shocked. you're sure he has tons of little mishaps with all the violent movements he makes.

"show me." he unpeels the band-aid and holds it out to you, waiting for your finger to place it on.

you know you're fucked at this point.

"i can put it on myself."

"show me it." he tries to be stern, but you can't take him seriously with his wobbly voice.

you snatch the band-aid from him and turn to the side, playing with your finger. "i don't need help."

he huffs in frustration. "alright, what the hells the matter with you? are you okay? like, actually?" he has a lot of worry in his voice.

you feel tears pricking at your eyes. this is kind of a weird and funny situation, but it didn't start like that. "yeah... i'm fine."

his eyes are full of concern, and his eyes dart around before landing on your arm.

"...can i see your arm?"

"what?"

"i said can i see your arm?"

fuck. you're busted now for sure. how did he know?

you lift up the sleeve of the shirt you didn't cut. "the other one," he says.

and so, you hesitated, but you lift up the other one, revealing your freshly cut wounds that are still seeping blood. he gasps and covers his own mouth, as if to keep himself from screaming.

"ssshh, i know, i know. it's fine." you go to roll your sleeve back down, but he grabs it and holds it up, inspecting your cuts. "jesus christ! give me that band-aid," you give him the one in your hand and he places it over your cut to hold the skin together.

you can't help but notice his attempts at keeping his hands calm and slow, despite the incredible urge to shake like crazy. his fingers are rough and vibrating, but he tries to be calm near your injuries.

he gives up trying to get the band-aids on your skin and rushes out, coming back quickly with a first-aid kit. he unboxes it and treats your wounds with ointment, cleaning them and bandaging them with gauze.

"yeah, it hurts, i know. you'll be okay."

he does it all with an incredible sense of urgency and speed, but he purposefully doesn't speak or start tweeking out for your sake. the last thing he wants to do is stress you out.

he cleans you up and rolls your sleeve back down, and holds his forehead, sighing. you start to feel really terrible for making him deal with you.

tweek suddenly engulfs you in a hug. it's warm, maybe not so comfortable as he's very clearly on edge, but it's warm and nice. you slowly wrap your arms around him, and he lets go.

tweek wants to show more.. affection?? he wants to show that he cares but he doesn't know how.

"listen, uh.. i-i know it's really hard. i've been through stuff like this and.. i just want you to know i'm here for you, dude. like, i care and stuff, and ACK! i don't want to see you hurting!" his voice cracks and speeds up at the end, and he's twitching a lot.

you almost smile at his attempt to make you feel better. it's obvious he cares, even if he can't express it well. it makes you happy knowing he cares.

"yeah, thanks tweek." you wipe your eyes and grab his hand.

"can we just.. pretend this never happened? like please don't tell my parents. or anyone." you ask, cleaning yourself up.

"y-yeah, 'course. but you can talk to me, o-okay?" he grabs toilet paper and wipes the blood off the floor, throwing it in the trash.

you slightly smile. "yeah, i got it. thanks, again."

[jewbeloved]

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

Thank you

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

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

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

Gender: Neutral

💚 Kyle Broflovski 🧃

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

💛 Butters Scotch 🌈

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

You were the one who confessed first.

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

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

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

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

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

He would go professor chaos on their asses.💛💛

💛 Tweek Tweak 🌼

People also indeed wonder how you both got together.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

💙 Craig Tucker 🧀

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[underworld-park-offical]

CRAIG: If I tell you CRAIG: Do you promise to not…. CRAIG: Y'know  CRAIG: KILL them

PIP: Absolutely not, and you are in no position to negotiate. CRAIG: Shit… CRAIG: Fine CRAIG: Last time I saw him he ran out of class screaming “THE GAYS! THE GAYS ARE GONNA KILL ME!!” like hes Jennifer fucking Coolidge GREGORY: I hate to interrupt but has my nail chipped? PIP: SHUT UP GREGORY GREGORY: But Sir Pip- PIP: SHUT. UP. GREGORY: I cannot believe you're insulting me with all those clashing colors in your outfit PIP: …. PIP: …. PIP: Gregory? PIP: Would you like to repeat what you said? PIP: I didn't hear you loud enough GREGORY: Uhm, you're a slut? PIP: …. PIP: …. PIP: …. GREGORY: Sorry wrong person PIP: It better have been!

THOMAS: We shouldn't fight in front of him THOMAS: Especially not about our plan CRAIG: What plan? CRAIG: What's going on here? PIP: Gregory? GREGORY: (claps) CRAIG: Woahhhh… this is such a slay moment right now PIP: Thank you CRAIG: Hey you guys wanna say hi to my blog guys? PIP: No, Gregory? We’ll be leaving. Thomas, Tweek,  THOMAS AND TWEEK: Yes? PIP: Watch over the human, will you?

CLYDE: I have to take a mean shit right now

TOLKIEN: Are you serious?

TOLKIEN: You could’ve gone in the woods

CLYDE: They don't have big boobie chick magazines in the woods

TOLKIEN: Oh my god babe

CRAIG: Eugh CRAIG: Goo hands are NOT a slay CRAIG: Feels like ink in slime CRAIG: Nasty ass hoe THOMAS: Why did we have to go on babysitting duty? THOMAS: This sucks… CRAIG: Omg not you hating right now lmao TWEEK: I know, I wish Estella was here TWEEK: She’s at least somewhat tolerable CRAIG: Estellas kind of an ugly name ngl

TOLKIEN: Go in the bathrooms

TOLKIEN: You’ll probably find weed in there

CLYDE: God I need weed right now

TOLKIEN: Pick me up some if you find any, okay?

CLYDE: Okay baby

TOLKIEN: Love you

CLYDE: Love you too.

THOMAS: Don’t talk shit she's our friend  TWEEK: I just remembered why I hate you, Tucker. CRAIG: ARE YOU TRYING TO CANCEL ME RIGHT NOW??? CRAIG: YOU WANNA FUCKING GO??? THOMAS: Ack- FUCK-!! SHIT-!!! THOMAS: WRONG PERSON!!! CRAIG: FUCK YOU YOURE FRIENDS WITH THE TWITCHY FUCKER CRAIG: YOU'RE ALL OUT TO CANCEL ME RN TWEEK: JESUS CHRIST CALM DOWN CRAIG: NO! FUCK YOU! TWEEK: FUCK YOU! THOMAS: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-

CLYDE: Are we there yet?

TOLKIEN: Almost babe

CLYDE: Thank god

CLYDE: My IBS is acting up right now

TOLKIEN: You better not have shit in my car

CLYDE: I tried my hardest!

TOLKIEN: Ugh…

CLYDE: YOU KNOW I CAN'T CONTROL MY BOWELS!!

TOLKIEN: I know, I know

TOLKIEN: You at least wore a diaper today, right? CLYDE: Yeah I think so

???: What hol’ up

???: Clyde wears diapers?

???: Hoooooly shit thats so funny

CRAIG: What the fuck why am I crying rn? CRAIG: This is not a slay moment… THOMAS: A… are you okay? CRAIG: Literally no CRAIG: Why the fuck are you asking? THOMAS: I dunno… THOMAS: I'm just… SHIT-!!! Worried about you….SHIT-!!! COCK-!! CRAIG: I swear on my Yeezys… CLYDE: (sniffling)

TOLKIEN: Don’t make fun of my boyfriend, Daimen. 

TOLKIEN: He has IBS

CLYDE: Yeah I have IBS

DAIMEN: That doesn't mean it's not absolutely hilarious

TOLKIEN: We’ve also been through a lot

DAIMEN: Did you guys finally break up? TOLKIEN: What? No

TOLKIEN: I literally could never

CLYDE: Awww…

TOLKIEN: We’ve encountered some… uh….

TOLKIEN: Demons? DAIMEN: Some what?

TOLKIEN: Demons

CRAIG: Like and subscribe!! Like and subscribe!!  Like and subscribe!! Like and subscribe!! THOMAS: Is- THOMAS: Is he okay??? TWEEK: His friends told me it's his panic reflex THOMAS: WHAT???? TWEEK: Pretty sure he’s having an episode CRAIG: What are you doing in my swamp?  What are you doing in my swamp?  What are you doing in my swamp?  What are you doing in my swamp? What….are you….. doing…. in my….. CRAIG: In…. my…. CRAIG: (Sobbing) TWEEK: Yeah, he's … TWEEK: Oh satan.. THOMAS: What is he doing? TWEEK: I think it's what humans call…. TWEEK: “The Griddy”? THOMAS: Oh THOMAS: Ew

DAIMEN: What kinds of demons are we talking about?

DAIMEN: Not the queer kind like my husband, right?

TOLKIEN: That depends on what your husband looks like

DAIMEN: Oh god damnit

(Edits made by @pissblanket)