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journeytalkzsp · 2 years

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South Park From The POV Of A Fangirl

Season 25 Episode 3

Okay guys we’ve finally reached a milestone…

I actually adored this episode! Everything in it was pretty much what I wanted and it really did feel like something out of the older episodes. It wasn’t perfect of course and still can’t surpass the golden era of South Park, but compared to the previous episodes it was pretty dang good. It still wasn’t exactly an episode focused on the kids, like I wanted, but it was Cartman centered which is close enough. I liked that there was more than just one central joke, unlike the last few episodes. And many of these jokes were things only fans would notice; like the casual reference of Cartman’s obsession with Kyle and Tuong Lu Kim’s accent replacing “city” with “shitty”.

Character wise I think it actually did a nice job of featuring or referencing a lot of the characters, even if it was just for a second or two. We won’t talk about the fact that they specifically showed off the toilet in Clydes house. (If you know you know). Of course any Cartman centric episode gets an A+ from me. And LIANE CONTENT??? Thank you for that! In the older seasons I had my skepticism about her, as I believed she was a bit neglectful towards Eric and ignored a lot of his clear issues in order to make things easier for herself. For example, there were multiple cases where she’d downplay the the way her job and lifestyle negatively effected him. She also tended to put her reputation with the other parents over him. And she always tried to project either an ideal partner or a friend onto him, because she wanted to fill a void her son couldn’t give her on his own. But ya know what? This episode showed me that she’s really developed as a character, going as far as to change her lifestyle and get herself a job so that she could put a roof over her and Eric’s head. She also stood up to him and called him out on his behavior. Where as before she’d either not say anything or just smack him upside the head and move on. I was overall really impressed with the character development in this.

Also Cartman doing all this just because he knew he’d miss his mommy is everything. “I’m your job” BISH THAT QUOTE IS EVERYTHING. It’s yet another example of his extreme attachment to people and what’s probably a case of separation anxiety. Now you could argue that he just wanted her to stay home so she could do things for him, which is partly true. But thinking back on recent episodes, he’s had multiple desperate attempts to keep certain characters close to him. Even if he refused to admit it, using ulterior motives to hide the fact that he has attachment issues. And a bit more evidence of him only really wanting his mom in this episode is at the end—when they’re literally living in a hotdog stand with hardly any of their things—he tried to look on the bright side because he still had his mom. Thus the quote “And most importantly, we’re here together” even though he changes his mind after he finds that the sink has been replaced with ketchup and mustard.

Anyway enough enough of me analyzing the characters. Although I may make a series of me deep diving into each of the main characters. Would you like to see something like that? Let me know. 🤔 But for now let’s just get straight to the Ratings!

Things I liked:

• Cartman now canonically has both daddy AND mommy issues

•The look of pure annoyance from Tweek Tweak

• This episode is more proof that Cartman being homeless in the future makes no sense.

Things I disliked:

• I really hope they’re not gonna actually live in that hotdog for long

• I felt the pain when those realtor characters broke their back

• Cartman’s “realtor face” is probably gonna scar me for life

Ship of the day:

Kyman! Due to the quote “and my personal favorite, Kyle’s house”

(Carters at least gets a participation award tho)

Overall Rating:

7.5/10 (I enjoyed this episode compared to the others, but it wasn’t extremely memorable either. Over all just a fun time that I’ll probably watch once).

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uas-fics · 5 years

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Title: Kitty Kiss

Summary: Tweek’s a witch whose magic is wild, and Craig his boyfriend who he accidentally turned into a cat last year.

Rating: T

Ships: Creek

Other: This was actually a request by LonelyLesbianspizza on instagram from...October. ^^; It got lost under my messy files.

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His professors must have a screw loose, that's the only explanation for assigning this much work over the holiday weekend.

Or, they just hate him.

Actually, that's probably it.

Tweek's professors just hate him. Given that he's accidentally set no less than three classrooms ablaze, that fact shouldn't come as a surprise to him.

Tweek scratched his scalp with his chewed down nails.

"How is that wrong?!" He muttered, flipping to the back of the book to double check. "Frog's sweat and carrot juice have always been a substitute for eye of newt. Why wouldn't it work here?"

Tweek slumped forward, scanning the answer glossary. As he read something about the effects of frog's sweat in potions containing nightshade, his familiar trotted up to his chair.

Craig looked at him for a long moment, eyes gleaming in the lamplight, before tensing his muscles and taking a leap.

He landed neatly on Tweek's shoulders. Tweek jumped, nearly bolting up and knocking the creature from his back. He caught himself and froze just in time when he heard a soft mewl.

Craig sprawled out over Tweek's warm shoulders, his head, and front paws dangling down his front on the left with his tail and hind legs on the right.

He purred against Tweek's neck as he nuzzled his nose against the fabric of his shoulder.

Tweek smiled softly. He reached up and began to scratch Craig behind the ears.

"Thanks, Craig," Tweek mumbled, feeling a little of his stress melt away.

"No problem, honey," Craig meowed. He gently headbutted Tweek's palm, forcing his boyfriend to pet his thick black fur.

Craig always knew when Tweek was overworking himself. He had long ago taken upon himself to make sure that Tweek took a break before he collapsed from exhaustion.

Craig had been especially diligent lately. He saw how Tweek threw himself into his school work. At one point, Craig had to take Tweek’s sleeve in his teeth and pull him to the kitchen to eat after a ten-hour cram session.

It was hard work, but Craig didn’t mind. How could he? Tweek put out all this effort for him, after all.

Tweek maneuvered so he could take Craig from around his shoulders into his arms. Holding the cat his chest, his pressed his nose into the warm fur. His fur smelled like pine again. Clearly, he’d been sleeping in Stripe’s cage again.

Craig purred louder, reaching up his front paws up in a fruitless attempt to wrap them around his shoulders like he used to do — before the accident.

Tweek felt his stomach twist.

Craig knew Tweek was a witch since the day they met. Craig had stopped by the Tweak family coffee shop with some friends and saw Tweek get egged on by his parents to perform some prestidigitation spells.

He also saw the magic backfire and a muffin turn a glowing neon green and then deflate like a balloon into a puddle of floury mush. Tweek’s magic was wild. A simple color change glamour might turn into garish glitter bomb. The most basic of levitation spells could send items through the roof into the stratosphere.

Tweek was a terrible witch. He knew it. His parents knew it. His teacher and friends knew it. Craig knew it, too, but he didn’t seem to care and still gave him his number on a napkin.

Of everyone, Craig was about the only person who ever truly still believed Tweek would ever get a handle on his hectic spell casting.

He was so sure of Tweek's control, that when he came across a spell in one of Tweek's textbooks (one about giving humans the ability to talk to animals), he had no qualms asking Tweek to perform it on him.

If only Tweek hadn't beefed the spell so bad. Talking with Stripe the guinea pig would have been loads of fun!

But Tweek did beef it. He beefed it so bad, and now his boyfriend was a magic, talking black cat.

"Craig," Tweek mumbled into his neck, "Why don't you hate me? I took your life from you."

Craig pressed his head under Tweek's chin. "It's not your fault. You tried to talk me out of it, but, no, I was too stubborn."

Tweek made a sound of uncertainty in the back of his throat. True, Craig hadn't backed down when Tweek started to get nervous while preparing the spell, but Tweek knew the spell was too difficult for him.

"Shouldn't matter." Tweek started to shake. "I've taken nearly a half a year from you, and probably even more before I can turn you back." He pulled him closer. Sobs started to crawl up his throat.

Craig scrambled back, flipping over himself and landing on all four paws atop Tweek's open textbook. A determined fired burned in his eyes.

"We're not going through this again, Tweek. I wanted you to cast the spell on me. I am at fault here, not you. Never you, ok? Jesus, Tweek." His tail lashed, knocking a pen to the floor.

Tweek shirked back, looking away. "But — "

"No buts." Craig cut in. He took a breath. The raised fur on his shoulders flatted back down. "Sorry, Tweek, but, I hate you blaming yourself for this. Besides, it's not that bad. I like being a cat. It's pretty sweet to be able to sleep anywhere I want. I can almost understand what Stripe is saying, sort of," he dragged his tongue along his paw, "and I don't need to waste time showering."

Tweek wrapped his arms around himself, shaking his head. "You couldn't finish getting your degree."

"Fuck school." Craig ran his paw over his ear.

Another 'but' pressed against Tweek's teeth. No matter what Craig claimed, guilt still gnawed at his stomach.

It wasn't fair.

It wasn't fair Tweek was born with unstable magic. It wasn't fair Craig fell in love with him. It wasn’t fair Craig was a cat. None of it was fair.

Craig turned his head to the side. "You know, there is one thing we haven't tried to turn me back.” His ear flicked. “A way that doesn’t require you to cast any magic at all.”

"I told you, dude,” Tweek shook his head, “this is the kind of transformation magic that only the one who cast it can remove." Tweek slumped down. "I just have to buckle down and study harder. I have to cast the reverse spell, no one else."

Craig wrinkled up his nose at the mention of studying.

"No, I mean, we haven't tried 'true love's kiss'," Craig nodded sharply at Tweek. "True's love's kiss fixes everything in fairy tales."

Tweek chuckled. A smile played on his lips as he reached out to stroke Craig's side. Craig really was the best at calming him down when he overdid himself.

"The paper I wrote to get the scholarship to this school was how true love's kiss is bullshit magic. It's just a placebo." Tweek scratched under his chin with a smile. "Besides, how am I suppose to kiss you? You don't have lips, Mr. Kitty-Cat."

"Straight on the mouth," Craig explained as he ducked his head down before pushing it to Tweek’s palm. "It can't hurt to try, can it? Besides, I miss kissing you."

Tweek dropped his hand with a chuckle. "You know what? Alright. Let’s try it." He scooted his chair back so he could lean forward and look eye to eye with his boyfriend.

Craig's eyes glinted with delight. He straightened up, puffing out his chest. Tweek snorted a laugh as he leaned forward with his lips pucked. He felt like a child, giving an awkward kiss to his grandmother.

Craig leaned forward as well, gently tapping his kitty lips to Tweek's.

It wasn't a kiss like they had before — not even close — but Craig didn't dwell on that. Instead, he let the warm feeling of love and affection grow in his chest. It grew and expanded, filling every limb. It intertwined with the fibers of his muscles and within each strand of fur.

He raised his paw and pressed the pad against Tweek's cheek. A terrible kiss or not, he didn't want that feeling to ever leave, but it did. In its wake, Craig's body began to ache and feel heavy.

He winced back, sitting back on his legs before going to rub his elbows joints.

"C-Craig!" Tweek gasped, scrambling to his feet. His chair fell back with a clatter that didn't seem to be as loud as it should have been. Even standing, Tweek should have towered over Craig, but he didn't. Instead, he stood at the same height, eyes even with each other.

He reached out, then froze as his eyes landed on his very human hand, attached to his very human arm, and then his very human body.

"It worked..." Tweek's mouth gaped. "It worked?!"

Craig patted his furless chest and shoulders down before reaching up to feel his face. No whiskers, no cold nose. His ears were on the sides of his head and so very human.

He laughed breathy once, running his hands through his hair.

"It did! It really did! Holy--I was just trying to be romantic!" Craig scrambled off the table. After months of being on four legs, he’d forgotten how exactly one walked on two legs and stumbled. Tweek grabbed him, partly for support and partly to pull him into his arms.

He nuzzled against him. Tweek's chest felt tight with relief and happiness. Tears began to well up in his eyes. Sobs of joy hiccuped from his throat.

Craig laughed, wrapping his arms around Tweek. "Looks like you'll need to rewrite that paper, huh?"

"Fuck, I'll change my whole field of study for this!" He hugged him back, squeezing him a little too tightly around the chest.

But Craig didn't complain. Even if true loves kiss was a fluke and this was the result of Tweek's wild magic, he wouldn't ever complain.

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avatarmerida · 6 years

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Fullmetal Alchemist Secret Santa: The Authority of Words

Hey there @theysangastheyslew I’m your secret santa! Just under the wire. I’ve had this idea for a long time so I hope you like it! I was so excited to get one of my favorite people for this exchange!!!! Happy holidays!!

“These reports are an absolute disgrace,” groaned Hawkeye shuffling through the mess of papers all covered in identical chicken scratch.

“We are off the clock,” groaned back Rebecca, trying to enjoy her coffee and ease her mind despite the cafeteria being so loud. “This is a work free zone.”

“Well I’m sorry,” said Riza. “But these pages are impossible to read. I can’t have the colonel signing things I can’t even read.”

“Does the colonel really read the papers or does he just sleep all day and sign where you tell him to?”

“That’s beside the point,” muttered Riza, attempting to read. “He’s bad enough when it comes to paperwork, I can’t have the rest of the team slacking off too. It’s just so unlike Fuery to be so sloppy.”

“He’s probably just sad cause his little girlfriend isn’t stopping by anymore.”

“Girlfriend?”

“Yeah, the little mousy girl with glasses?”

“Sheska?”

“:Yeah! That’s the one!” she exclaimed, snapping her fingers. “She one who was helping Hughes, right? Ever since he passed, she’s been walking from department to department practically begging for things to read.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, i guess once she finished everything he needed her to do she was bored. She’d read my expense reports and proof read them and edit them. She’s like some kind of machine.”

“So she’s been doing my team’s work for them?”

“Naw.” replied Rebecca, looking at the documents in Riza’s hands. “She just tweeks them, makes them better. But I haven’t seen her in awhile so she must’ve found something else to do.”

“I wish I had known,” sighed Hawkeye. “I would’ve bribed her to stay.”

“Major Armstrong, might I get your opinion on something?” asked Riza an hour later. Her efforts during her lunch break had proved futile; if it wasn’t the spelling it was the grammar and she was more confused than when she started.

“Oh course lieutenant, anything for you!”

“Well, I’m having trouble reading my teams reports lately, and I thought you-.”

“Oh the quality is lacking since the departure of Miss Sheska I assume?”

“Yes,” sighed Riza. “Did everyone know about this except me?”

“Yes, it would appear so.” he replied. “But don;t feel sore dear lieutenant, I am an avid supporter of the arts and when I found Miss Sheska distraught and throwing herself into these rather dull documents I encouraged her to expand her horizons.”

“Did you now?” chucked Riza.

“Yes!” he exclaimed with one of his famous flexes. “The girl was in desperate need of an outlet. As you know I have my painting and sculpting so I encouraged the girl to create.”

“And did she?”

“Oh yes!” he burst, dashing quickly into his office with no explanation. He returned as quickly as he departed his arms brimming with papers which he unload into Hawkeye’s. “A most glorious creation!”

“Sheska wrote a book?” asked Hawkeye, trying to make sense of the various papers, some stapled together, some lose, and some tied with strings.

“A novel!” he declared. “Such a romantic and touching tale too! This is merely her first draft, I’ve read it countless times since she entrusted it to me. I’m sure she wouldn’t mind if you read it as well! It’s such a lovely story!”

“Well I’ll see,” she said as she struggled to gather the pages. “I haven’t much time when it comes to reading for pleasure, but I’ll let you know what I think.”

“Oh please do!” the Major, brimming with excitement. “There’s nothing I would love more than someone to discuss this tale with!”

After several talks with her team, the paperwork situation began to improve but not by very much. She had enough to handle with the colonel just being the colonel that the task of editor lengthened her work days and left little time for herself. One night, she found herself finally catching up on organizing and found Sheska’s pages waiting at the bottom. She decided that browsing a few pages couldn’t hurt, having earned a break from numbers and summaries.

Ronald was typically know to be a ladies’ man, a heart breaker of sorts. This reputation often preceded him, but held no truth for he belonged to no one and had never held a heart long enough to break it. But this was the kind of man he admired, the kind of man who traveled the world, and so it was the kind of man he aspired to be. But these kinds of men are not born great, if only it were that easy. No, they must be challenged and rise to the occasion. But no such challenges presented themselves to Ronald in his small town, and so he had to seek them out.

She was that challenge.

He barely knew he better than a shadow on a wall, but found her just as comforting and mysterious. Every day she’d walk past his room and he’d do his best to act as though he didn’t see her. He needed to seem aloof, wise, and serious. Though just a boy, he knew that was the kind of man who received respect though why he did not know. All he did know was that she made him want to be better. She pushed him. When he finished one job and his teacher deemed it successful he sent his daughter with the next project. And although they only talked about his work and were only allowed to talk about his work, he looked forward to those moments more than anything. She would offer a compliment and he would ask about her studies and she’d have to excuse herself to get back to them and it was awkward and short but it was the fire that kept him moving.

They were essentially strangers minus these encounters which was most likely his teacher’s intentions. He knew he was supposed to learn his trade and leave this place behind him eventually. He wasn’t supposed to get attached or be distracted, but something about her begged to be discovered. But it was not meant to be.

Until the fateful night they found themselves caught in the rain.

She slammed the pile of papers with great force onto the colonel’s desk. “Have you read this?” she said, clearly unamused.

“Just add them to the pile and I’ll get to them eventually,” mumbled Mustang, leaning back in his chair attempting to nap.

“These aren’t government forms,” she stated. “They’re pages from a book Sheska is writing.”

“Hawkeye, if I don’t have time to read the papers I am paid to read then why do you think I have time to read a young girl’s diary?”

“It’s not her diary sir,” she struggled to keep her voice low as she turned to shut the door to his office. “It’s about us.”

“Us? Like surveillance?”

“No, no sir,” she replied trying to find the words.”Us. As in, you and me. When we were… younger.”

“Oh, so Sheska is writing my biography is she?” remarked Roy smugly. “What is it war stories? I can see how that might be upsetting.”

“No, well yes. Well, not exactly. There’s… more.”

“More?”

“It’s not about us but it’s our story,” she tried. “I don’t know how, but it’s… you and I.”

“Hawkeye, you’re acting very strangely,” said Roy, concerned. He picked up a page and began to read it, not taking long to understand what she meant. “Oh.”

“Exactly,” she said sternly. “Now care to tell me how exactly Sheska came to know these very… intimate details?”

“Look, I don’t know what to say. I’ve never told her any of this. We swore we’d never discuss it.”

“What if this gets out?”

“Hawkeye, it won’t-.”

“It already has, Armstrong is raving about it.”

“Well, do we really know it’s about us?” he tried brushing it off. “I mean, the names are all different and-.”

“People will find out because Sheska found out,” said Hawkeye sternly. “This is an invasion of privacy regardless and if it was discovered that these characters are supposed to be you and I…”

“Yes Hawkeye I know the results would be undesirable,” finished Mustang skimming the pages. “I mean, are we sure this isn’t a coincidence? I don’t recall saying more than 10 words to Sheska ever. I mean it could be oh no.”

He cut himself off, solving the mystery but wishing he hadn’t.

“What is it sir?”

“It was me.”

“You told Sheska?”

“No, I told Hughes,” he groaned, covering his face. “We would go out drinking or stay up late at the academy and it would come up. You know how he was always pestering me, I thought it was harmless. Just reminiscing. He must have told Sheska. I mean he was always talking it’s possible right? At the very least he had the sense to change the names.”

“So you have a few drinks and suddenly you can’t keep secrets that aren’t solely yours? What else did Hughes know?”

“Nothing you’re thinking,” he said. “The girl I grew up with was my first crush, my first kiss and that’s something friends discuss. You expect me to believe that you never think about back then?”

“There’s nothing to think about, sir because as… pleasant as those memories may be, those times weren’t as simple as nostalgia would have us believe. I believe in moving forward.”

“Well I believe you can’t know where you’re going unless you know where you’ve been.”

“I’m disposing of these and I’ll have Sheska do the same to any copies she may have,” she said, gathering the papers and not wishing to engage in a walk down memory lane. “End of discussion.”

“Is that really necessary? I mean, was what happened all those years ago so-?”

“End of discussion,” she insisted.

“Very well, lieutenant” he sighed. “Let me burn the pages, you have enough on your plate already.”

“Sheska I hope you don’t mind but the lieutenant gave me a copy of your book and I-.”

“Oh did you like it?!” she practically yelled. “Oh, that’s just my first draft, so it’s a little rough. I’m still finding the language, but what did you think? What didn’t you like? Did you write any notes I’d love some notes.”

“I loved it,” he said gently. “I couldn’t put it down. Where did the inspiration come from?”

“They’re stories Lieutenant Colonel Hughes would tell me. Old friends of his, regular star-crossed lovers! After he passed I didn’t want the stories to die with him so I just wrote them down. I added a few things but the original story is so good.”

“Any idea where they are now? Did they ever get their happy ending?”

“No idea,” she admitted, sadly. “But I did write a sequel of sorts, my own thoughts on what could’ve happened. After he left her without telling her how he felt the lack of closure tore me apart. So I composed a reunion I thought would resolve things nicely.”

“You wrote more?”

“Yes!” she dug deep into her satchel and pulled out a heavy stack of messy papers. “Their dynamic was so tragic and beautiful, er tragically beautiful. Beautifully tragic? I just kept revisiting them and writing more and more. There’s just so many directions to go. Like if they had ran away together like they talked about or if he had gotten off the train or if she had gone with him… ”

“I’d love to read them,” interrupted Roy. “Every one of them.”

“Really?” she beamed. “I mean, they’re not much. Just short stories. I guess… I just can’t give up on them because Hughes never did. I know I’ll never know what happened but I like to think that one of the versions I think of is the right one.”

“So… do you really think that she loved him?” he asked somewhat timidly. ‘I mean they were so young and things change, but if they were to meet again now, do you think she would still love him?”

“Of course,” she said. “But I’ve never met her so I really can’t say for sure.”

“And, just a silly question, do you think she prefers dogs or cats?”

“Dogs, definitely.”

“Well I have to trust you,” he smiled. “You obviously know the characters very well.”

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sincerelycreek · 6 years

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it’s cold outside but warm with you

Summary: It’s too cold outside for Tweek to wander home, and Craig wasn’t going to allow him to leave. Warnings: mean parents ig?? and terrible writing A/N: i know the song isn’t based off christmas day but whatever

❛❛i really can’t stay - ❜❜ ❛❛but baby, it’s cold outside.❜❜ ❛❛i’ve got to go away - ❜❜ ❛❛but baby, it’s cold outside.❜❜ ❛❛this evening has been -.❜❜ ❛❛been hoping you’d drop in.❜❜ ❛❛so very nice.❜❜ ❛❛i’ll hold your hands, they’re just like ice.❜❜

There were so many parts to Christmas. There was eating a large meal after thanking the God you believed in, spending time with your family, and waking up early on Christmas morning to see beautifully wrapped presidents under an even prettier decorated tree. That’s, for the most part, how Tweek and Craig’s day went. After Craig, plus Tweek, and his family finished eating a large dinner, Craig’s family left to visit their parents. Even though Tricia begged to stay home, they dragged her along, to give the two high school boys their privacy.

After swapping their presents for one another, they laid back on the couch together and were watching Elf. Craig laid back, and Tweek was over him, with his ear pressed to his boyfriend’s chest and listening to the beat of his heart. Craig felt warm, like a heater underneath the pressure of Tweek and the blanket. Tweek took advantage of that, digging himself closer, and pressing his ice like hands and feet to Craig’s warm skin. He was surprised that the other hadn’t flinched at the hot skin to cold skin contact.

They were silent, the movie being watched yet ignored, as the couple enjoyed each other’s company. The pair were usually always together, attached to the hip since fourth grade, but this was a special holiday to them both.

One the movie ended, and the childish winter credits started rolling, Craig felt Tweek began moving out of the heavy arm Craig had around him. His eyes flickered to him in confusion as he moved the blanket off the two of them. “Where are you going? It’s snowing like crazy out there,” he spoke, his voice nasally but almost worried like.

“Home,” Tweek answered like it was plain simple. He sat up on the couch, grabbing his boots on the floor and slipping them on before lacing them up, a sudden twitch taking over as he tried to tie a perfect knot with his hands starting to shake from the focus.

“Babe, no,” Craig practically groaned. He sat up two, before leaning heavily on Tweek’s side to keep him from getting up and getting his jacket. He was ready to hang on Tweek with all of his body weight and keep him from walking out the door. “Don’t leave. It’s cold.”

“Honey,” Tweek mocked, copying Craig’s tone. “I have to go home. I don’t live that far, and you know I don’t get cold that easy.”

Before Craig could respond,Tweek was quick to pull away. Unexpecting it, Craig almost fell face forward on the couch. Tweek smiled to himself at the sight, picking his jacket off the arm of the couch. “Thank you, for dinner.”

When Tweek leaned down to give Craig a goodbye kiss, Craig dodged it and grabbed Tweek by his unzipped jacket before pulling him down on top of him once more. Tweek, now the surprised one, let out a squeak as he fell. “You’re cold now,” Craig murmured under his breath in argument, when Tweek protested and tried to squirm out of the tight grip. “I’ll hold you.”

“You’re so stupid.”

❛❛my mother will start to worry - ❜❜ ❛❛beautiful, what’s your hurry?❜❜ ❛❛father will be pacing the floor - ❜❜ ❛❛listen to the fireplace roar.❜❜ ❛❛so really, i’d better scurry -.❜❜ ❛❛beautiful, please don’t hurry.❜❜ ❛❛maybe just half a drink more - ❜❜ ❛❛put some records on while i pour.❜❜

After twenty minutes, of Craig and Tweek back in their position from before with Tweek still wearing his boots and jacket, Tweek rolled his eyes and began to protest against being held once more. “You know how my mom and dad are, man,” he argued, with a well point. Tweek didn’t love his parents, not a lot for how they treated him as a kid, but they’d still be worried if he wasn’t home in the time they gave him.

Craig didn’t tear his gaze away from Tweek’s hazel eyes. He felt warmer than before, as it was finally quiet, and he could really hear the crackle of the fireplace that was the reason for their warmth of the house. “You don’t have to leave, not now,” he offered.

Tweek still hadn’t look convinced about staying for awhile longer, anxious by the idea of his parents upset still lingering in the back of his head, so Craig tried something else. “What about a drink? Dad still keeps it locked away poorly.”

That had certainly caught Tweek’s attention. He drummed his fingers against Craig’s chest to the beat of his heart pumping, thinking in silence before nodding in agreement. “Half,” he finally said. “If I show up to dinner - ngh - hiccuping, mom and dad will kill me.”

Nodding back, Craig eased Tweek off his chest and sat up, eager to get a drink even if it was small and keep Tweek there as long as he could. It wasn’t just the fact that it was snowing heavily, and Tweek who insisted on walking could get cold, but it was the meaning of seeing his love longer on a special holiday about spending time with the ones you love. “Take off your jacket and put on some music, babe.”

“You hate holiday music,” Tweek argued, watching as Craig walked off to what he assumed to be where his father hid their alcohol. He didn’t miss how Craig smiled over his shoulder, and couldn’t help but smile back fondly.

❛❛the neighbors might think - ❜❜ ❛❛baby, it’s bad out there.❜❜ ❛❛say, what’s in this drink?❜❜ ❛❛no cabs to be had out there.❜❜ ❛❛i wish i knew how -.❜❜ ❛❛your eyes are like starlight now.❜❜ ❛❛to break this spell - ❜❜ ❛❛i’ll take your hat, you hair looks swell.❜❜

With the soft holiday music Tweek chose on the radio playing in the background, they were back to sitting on the couch. Instead of laying on top of Craig, Tweek had his head lolled onto the other’s shoulder in comfort. He wasn’t drunk, not even tipsy, but he felt nice. Better than he has in a long time. Tweek wasn’t even the slightest bit anxious, as he usually felt with Craig. “I need to go,” he finally whispered. “But I don’t want to.”

“Hm,” Craig hummed in agreement. “You shouldn’t. It’s going to get worse out there.” He nudged Tweek until he picked his head up, this time, looking at each other.

Craig saw his eyes in an entirely different light now, maybe it was the drink they shared but if it was possible, they looked even better. It was as if the fire somehow was illuminating them, making them shine brighter and making Craig’s heart skip a beat in his chest. “Fuck. I love your eyes, honey.”

Tweek couldn’t bite the smile back, nor fight the tinted red that crept up his neck and nestled into his cheeks. “You’re such a loser,” he teased, despite the fluttering in his chest. “I love you, so much. How do I get out of that?” He asked, still joking, as he cupped the side of Craig’s face and leaned in to kiss him.

It lasted for a second, before Craig pulled back, but not far. His breath was still hot on Tweek’s mouth. “You don’t,” he spoke honestly. “Want to take your jacket off now? Please?”

❛❛i ought to say no, no, no - ❜❜ ❛❛mind if i move in closer?❜❜ ❛❛at least i’m gonna say that i tried - ❜❜ ❛❛what’s the sense in hurting my pride?❜❜ ❛❛i really can’t stay -.❜❜ ❛❛baby, don’t hold out.❜❜

Hesitantly, Tweek brought his hand up to play with the zipper of the jacket he already zipped up. He should flat out say no and leave, he knew that. His parents were already probably upset with him, but Tweek wasn’t ready to leave. Not yet.

Craig hadn’t bothered asking, leaning closer and closing the gap between them as he kissed Tweek again. “Please?” He asked again, softer and more affectionate. “I want to be with you longer.”

Well, when he puts it like that.

Tweek slowly caved. He started unzipping his jacket, believing that he tried and his parents would have to try and understand. He’d rather be with Craig, honestly. On a holiday that was about spending time with the people you love, it made more sense to stay. He’d feel a longing at home anyways, so let his parents be mad. Tweek shrugged off the rest of his jacket and threw it carelessly.

The jacket was thrown away along with all of Tweek’s morals. It was such a nice feeling, not to care, for once, all for Craig. He picked up his cup that still had some in the bottom and finished it off, before curling up next to Craig again.

“How can you do this to me?” Tweek whispered, his voice almost muffled from being buried in Craig’s Nasa shirt. Craig hummed in confusion, asking for more of an explanation. “How do you have this much effect on me? How do I stay so calm with you?”

Tweek felt Craig lean down and kiss the top of his head. “Because you love me, baby. And I’ll keep you safe.”

❛❛there’s bound to be talk tomorrow - ❜❜ ❛❛think of my lifelong sorrow.❜❜ ❛❛at least there will be plenty implied - ❜❜ ❛❛if you caught pneumonia and died.❜❜ ❛❛i really can’t stay - ❜❜ ❛❛get over that hold out.❜❜

“You know, my parents are going to be pissed at me,” Tweek announced after a beat of silence. “That I-I missed dinner and all.”

“Sucks for them,” Craig retorted. Tweek felt his hand lift and run through the soft knots of his blonde hair. Tweek was warmer than Craig, the heat keeping him warmer than any heater in the house ever had. Maybe it was the coffee, or maybe Tweek was happy. Actually, there was no maybe. Craig knew Tweek was. He was too.

Tweek grinned to himself. Craig was right. It did suck for them. Tweek left his phone in his jacket’s pocket, for all he knew it was dead, so if they were trying to get ahold of them - which he doubted - it wasn’t easy. He wouldn’t leave now even if they somehow managed to get ahold of him. They probably had the table set, complete with coffee, but Tweek was the one who was in a winning position because he was with someone who made his heart full of adoration.

“Can you imagine if you actually went out?” Craig asked, his voice still nasal but more monotone than normal. “What if you.. Like.. Got really cold?” He continued, pausing in between words as if he was thinking them through.

“You sound like me,” Tweek responded, slightly mumbling in reply, but not annoyed. “I wouldn’t have died. I’m not always cold.”

“You were earlier,” Craig pointed out. “Your hands were like fucking ice.” He craned his neck to look at Tweek to continue speaking. “What if you left then, and you like, froze to death?”

Tweek hummed, thinking about it. If this was a conversation under any other circumstance, such as at school or not on a calming holiday, he would have started panicking about what could have been. If the snow and wind outside was really enough to make him cold enough to die in on the way home. “Do you really think it’s that cold?” Tweek asked, much more curious than he was anxious.

“Fine, do you want to know? Put on your jacket. Let’s go.”

❛❛baby, it’s cold outside.❜❜

“Fucking.. Forget it.” Tweek stood on Craig’s porch steps, his hands were gloveless and tucked under his armpits, crossed over his chest. Craig was having more fun, rolling snow that has already fallen into a ball with a smile. He wasn’t one to swear, especially on a day about love, but Craig really did have a different effect on him. “Let’s go back inside before we both d-die.”

Tweek watched as Craig lifted his hand, a perfect sculpted sphere being shown in his palm. “If you fucking do it, I’ll - “ Tweek started, warning Craig, who didn’t hesitate in interrupting him and throwing the snowball. Everyone could think Craig was this tough asshole, but Tweek knew his boyfriend was really a dork that pressed his buttons well.

The snow Craig threw, with well aim, hit Tweek in the cheek. He squeaked and stumbled back, the cold leaving a sting on his cheek. He looked up and glared, despite thinking Craig looked very cute standing in the middle of snow falling over him, with a stupid smile. “Fine, you want to see how cold it is?!” Tweek exclaimed, stomping down the porch steps and feeling the snow crunch beneath his feet.

Without hesitating, Tweek raced through the bundles of snow. He used all his body weight to slam into Craig, knocking them both down, with a surprised shout onto the soft pillow of snow beneath them. Tweek couldn’t help but start laughing.

Unexpectedly, Craig began laughing too. “Get off!” He exclaimed, loudly and happily in between his laughs. “You’re right! It’s freezing! I give up!”

“We’ll go back inside,” Tweek promised. “In a second.”

It was absolutely freezing outside. The cold seeped through their winter clothing, and the snow melted against Tweek bear hands, making them red, and having him curl his fingers inward into the sleeves of his jacket.

However, the chill of winter didn’t matter. Tweek had leaned down and pressed his mouth to Craig’s in a kiss full of warmth. It sent heat down both of them; but not in a sexual way. It was as if their souls warmed against each other despite the nipping cold biting at the both of them.

They did go back inside after that. After the cold really began to settle in and took over the warm adoration love. And no, Tweek didn’t go home that night. He sent his parents a simple message that he wasn’t, and chose to spend Christmas night curled into the side of Craig’s chest underneath a blanket, warm and happy.

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Sleepless - Craig Tucker/Tweek Tweak (CH. 2)

Chapter: 2/?

Word Count: 1689

Pairings: Craig Tucker/Tweek Tweak

Characters: Craig Tucker, Tweek Tweak, (Mentions) Clyde Donovan, Eric Cartman

Warnings: Angst, Mention of Chemicals and Physical deformity(ish,,)

Chapter Summary: Craig and Tweek decides to build a pillow fort.

AN: I only got to like 1500 words on this one. I was originally going to make this at least 2000 but no matter. Hope this was a good chapter so far. I wanted to add more on QAQ

Pillow Forts || Chapter 2

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"Maybe we should make a sleepover, like the good times?

We both sat, leaning on the pillow pile we had created within our room fort. Bed sheets littered the room, attached to my bed and chairs plus desks around the room.

Soft blankets consumed the ground for better comfort, and the amazig pile of pillows that we both used as a bean bag or a bed to lay on.

"Sure."

My words lacked excitement but he had not seemed bothered by it. "We could play games and get a ton of junk food," He paused his sentence and seemed to shift around the pillows.

We laid vertically from each other. Only our heads side by side.

I tilt my head to the left to see his own green eyes, the middle and trimming of it exploding with a warm coffee brown color. They stared hopefully back at mine.

We stood this way for what seemed like an eternity. At first this moment felt so calming, soothing, but as tie flew and we just sat this way both of us unsure what to do, it became awkward.

"I- uhm..." My mouth couldn't form anything to talk about and I began muttering ut stuttering words. He had seemed to as well become uncomfortable and gripped his jacket sleeve. His eyes fluttered to different directions but always gluing back onto mine after some time.

As if abruptly out of nowhere, he spoke, "Y-your eyes are really interesting."

My eyebrows furrow together in confusion and I seem to frown a bit. "What do you mean?" It came out more angered on accident and I see the messy blonde tense up from it. "Gah-! I mean l-like a compliment, like, uh like It's pretty how-" He reached over to my left eye as if to touch it to see if what he saw was real before he protested.

I didn't budge, I was somehow okay about this. "your right eye is so blue, but your other eye is much... lighter?"

His hand swapped to my right eye, staring at my lighter one so interested in it's difference. I look down and close my eyes, thinking of a response. How do you respond to something like that..?

Soon after I close my eyes, I felt the warmth of his hand fade away. "I never really notice it when I was younger. Guess it never bothered me, you uhm eye colors." I look back at him with a blank look. "I didn't have it back then."

I saw him shoot his head up and stare at me with confusion. "What?"

"In Middle School, I got some shit- chemicals in my eyes, mostly in my left eye. I was blind for several months but I've gained my vision overtime. Things are still blurry but it's honestly nothing to worry about."

I saw the great concern in his wide eyes. "C-craig... why didn't you ever, ngh, ever told me about th-this?" He shot up from where he was laying at and stared down at me.

I shrug and propped myself up with an elbow to be able to see him better. There was silence and ponder from the boy before he whispered, "Is that the real reason why you never showed up through middle school?"

I kept my eyes on the floor not saying anything and changing the subject. "I'm going to go grab more soda."

"N-no. Craig. Answer me p-please."

He grabbed my wrist pulling me back down to sit in front of him.

"Why... why did you .."

I looked down to the side of me keep quiet. "You sound like an overprotective mom right now, Tweek."

He sighed rolling his eyes in the process. I smiled weakly from my joke before frowning and lifting my hair up away from my eyes then letting it go to plop back on my forehead.

"I... I didn't want you, my friends to know.. uhm, know that I fucked up my eye for being a dumbass."

"Craig, no matter what you do, Ill still be your friend. All your friends will do the same too probably."

"Unless you become some pedo or a hitman. Oh jeezus-! What if you have to kill me. AH- that'd be too much pressure!"

"You can't kill me, Craig!"

I laugh a bit before staring at him, panicking and murmuring things under his breath.

I lay back down on the pillows and close my eyes almost drifting off to sleep of Tweek's soft whispering worries.

I became so comfy in this atmosphere that I had not notice that I had actually fallen asleep.

For a LONG time.

I wake up with a groan and stretching myself out. I look around noticing the fort still intact. Although, there was no sign of a Tweek inside the fort no more.

I had hope to see that same resting blonde as last time beside me for some reason. It felt nice knowing he is able to rest easily like that time and not worrying through out each hour.

The rustling of sheets caught my attention as the front doors to the fort open up and a Tweek Crawls in unnoticed that I was awake.

I get a mischievous idea and fall back onto the pillows and close my eyes as I pretend to be still asleep. The shuffling continues till his presents is right beside me.

I smell the intoxicating smell of strong coffee, and suspect that he had left to go buy coffee. I'm about to get up and yell at him but my mind changes as I feel something- His hand, intertwines with my hair.

My body becomes frozen, I felt bothered yet intrigued to his sudden courage movement. "A-ah, Sorry! I know how you hate people touching you hair even if you're asleep. I just felt an, an urge t-to do so.."

After that, he pulls his hand away from me and I feel much better.

"I got you hot chocolate, I th-thought you'd be awake by now but.. ah I can't w-wake you up."

"You are still asleep, right?"

Of course I kept silent, right then there I was going to jump up and try to scare the shit out of him but he started up talking again. Talking about our past conversation.

"You know, you didn't h-have to lie about your whole eye situation us. In Middle School, we all worried that something happened to you."

He paused for a bit, as if he was thinking or maybe was drinking more of his coffee?

"Uhm, Clyde cried a lot when we figure out you weren't going to school anytime soon. And well..."

"We actually all though you errr.. killed yourself.

....

what?

"Ngh, o-of cou-course I didn't really believe I-it, well I did b-but I didn't want to believe it was true. Cartman was the one who came up to us and said how you weren't coming back and how you uhm did that thing."

"I'm surprise you've never mentioned it? I would've thought someone would have brought it up..."

"I was just glad that it wasn't true and you showed up at highschool."

"Though, I'm pretty sure Clyde was the happiest to see you. He was balling his eyes out."

I heard him laugh and, god, why does that shit makes me want to smile so badly.

I shift my position not noticing and seem to startle Tweek as he cut out a gah.

"C-craig, you awake?"

I stay frozen and quiet breathing in a calming pattern hopefully to give a sleeping impression. I hear him sigh and plop down onto the pillows, accidently throwing one on top of me. I feel him push the pillow off of my head and murmur a sorry my way.

He must be trying to sleep as well as I hear him hum a song. He did that last time before he fell asleep. It must be a habit of his.

He heaved out a sigh and didn't budge as he just laid beside me maybe. I shift around again open my eyes to see his closed and looking up to the ceiling beside me. I slowly began to think through out my day though,

"I'm sorry for being a bad friend."

I pause my thoughts as I hear him speak or more of a whisper. He must still think I'm still asleep.

"You always help me with my problems and calming me down somehow. I haven't even stuttered the past couple sentence! You, you try to help me with my coffee addiction even if it fails, and you hang out with me even when I'm just some stuttering over-panicky kid."

"God, if it wasn't for Clyde who even befriend me and showed me to you... I'd probably be just some loser to you. I'm sorry."

Damn, did he actually felt this way? I stared at him for a bit longer before replying back simply. "Don't be. You help me feel better by just existing and being here."

He opened his eyes and shifted his body towards me staring back, shock in his eyes. I take the time to manage keeping a straight face on staring back at him.

It took a second till he smiled widely holding laughter back. I asked him why with just a, "what?" and he replied with giggles,

"That sounded really gay."

I smile lazily.

"Sorry, I guess I'm not to good with this whole cheering up thing."

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AN: Chapter Three on the way! Hopefully i can post it soon :)

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