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Title: Sleeping Like Adults

Rating: T

Summary: For the first time in four years, Craig and Tweek get to sleep in the same room!

Ships: Creek with a few other minor ships

Other: For @thefabutrash for the @creekcrew‘s Secreek Santa event. I hope you like it! Happy Holidays! =D

Check the first reblog for the AO3 link

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Craig Tucker had never fancied himself a genius before, but as he plopped down in the back of the bus, he couldn't imagine himself anything less.

He pulled his bag into his lap, just to make sure he brought everything with him: toothbrush, pajamas, cell phone charger, a change of clothes, and most importantly, a new pack of correction tape and an ink pen.

Clyde slid into the seat next to him. He waited until the chaperone finished roll call and sat down before elbowing Clyde in the ribs.

"Did you get it?" Craig asked as the bus started forward.

Of course, Clyde got it. Why was Craig even asking? Clyde was his bro, helping bros share rooms with their boyfriends is part of the Bro Code, and Clyde swore by the Bro Code. There was no way Clyde didn’t get it!

Since Clyde's dad was the chaperone of their club trip, it would be super easy for him to get the rooming list. All Craig had to do was white out his roommate’s name and change their name to Tweek's! Once all was said an done, Clyde could just say he accidentally grabbed the sheet when they got to the hotel.

It was perfect!

Clyde laughed nervously, scratching his neck. "Ok, so, about that. I don't have it."

"What? Clyde, dude, that was your one job!" Craig cried. He looked around, hoping no one heard his outburst. If anyone did, they didn’t seem to care.

"I know, I know, but Dad didn't have the class list printed out." Clyde shook his head. "He has it on his phone -- Google Docs, I think."

Craig groaned, slumping back in the faux leather bus seat. "That was my only chance, Clyde!"

"I don't get why this is such a big deal, dude. You and Tweek have sleepovers all the time." Clyde took his phone from his pocket. "How's a hotel any different than the ones at your house?"

"It's different because our parents aren't there." Craig leaned his shoulder into the window. "Whenever we have a sleepover, our parents go out of their way to make sure we don't actually sleep in the same room anymore."

"Wow, really?"

"Yeah, I have to sleep in Tweek's guest room and Tweek has to sleep on the couch." Craig shut his eyes as his goal fell out of reach.

He and his boyfriend hadn't been allowed to sleep in the same room overnight since they were eleven, nearly four years ago. It didn't help the matter that both their parents were strict on them keeping the door open when they were together, either.

Clyde set a hand on his friend's shoulder. "I'm really sorry, dude. Unless we can get my dad's phone, there is no way to change it."

Craig's eyes snapped open. He bolted up as Clyde continued, "Maybe next time we have a group sleepover at my house, you and Tweek can bum it in the guest room and--"

Craig slapped a hand over Clyde's mouth.

"Clyde, that's it." A sly grin spread across his face. "That's it! Help me get your dad's phone. If the document is on Google Docs, maybe I can edit it!"

The color drained from Clyde's face.

"What?!" He choked out. "Dude, I can't do that. It's not a piece of paper. It's my dad's phone! If I take it and mess with it, he'd kill me!"

Craig took hold of Clyde's arm in an iron grip. He fixed his unwavering gaze with Clyde's uneasy one.

"If you help me do this, I'll take the fall if we get caught," He promised. With a squeeze, Craig added, "And I'll let you have my dessert at lunch for the rest of the year."

Clyde squirmed in his seat and bit his lip. He looked away then groaned.

"Fine!" Clyde relented. "Fine, fine, fine! How do you plan on doing it?"

The moment Craig dropped his hand, Clyde started to rub his arm. It probably wasn't going to bruise, and even if it did, Clyde was still getting the better end of this deal. Everyone loved the brownies they got on Thursdays with their corn dogs.

"It's simple. The ride to the hotel is four hours, right? Go up to your dad at the first rest stop and ask if you can play on his phone. Just make something up, like yours ran out of battery,” Craig explained.

"How do you know he'll give me his phone?" Clyde asked, looking down at his smartphone.

"No offense, Clyde, but your dad is kind of a pushover." Craig resisted the urge to roll his eyes. "If you pout like you always do, he'll let you borrow it. I'm sure."

"I don't pout," Clyde snapped. "I'm way too manly to pout."

Craig didn't try to correct any of the lies in that statement. Instead, he leaned back into the seat with a smirk.

Yes, for sure, Craig Tucker was a genius.

~~~~~

"Now, kids, settle down!" Mr. Donovan called over the shouting and yelling of the robotics club. He had to yell a few more times before everyone quieted enough that he could be heard.

Mr. Donovan pushed his glasses up. "Alright, kids, as you know the gardening club is also going to the museum this weekend, and since Kevin got on the wrong bus, we're going to wait at the rest stop for a few minutes so the garden club's bus can swing by and drop him off."

A few of the students groaned. Craig couldn't entirely blame them. The trip was already long and boring, waiting at a rest stop only prolonged the suffering.

The teacher sponsor of the robotics club pushed himself from his seat and sent a glare over the student, silencing any protests.

Mr. Donovan nodded approvingly. "Alright, now, everyone file out to use the restroom and stretch your legs."

Moments later, the robotics club had shuffled off the bus. Craig lifted himself up on his toes as he stretched.

"Ok, you ready?" Craig asked.

Clyde rolled his eyes. "Can a guy pee first?"

"No," Craig deadpanned. He reached into Clyde's jacket pocket and took his phone.

Ignoring Clyde's protests of "Hey! What the fuck?", Craig took the phone out of its case then turned it over to pull the back off. He pried out the battery before pocketing it.

As he reassembled the phone, he explained, "If your dad needs proof, you can press and hold the power button without it turning back on."

Clyde scrunched up his face as he took his phone back. "Fiiiiine." Spinning on his heels, he headed towards his dad.

Craig took a few steps towards a bench to casually sit and watch as his amazing plan came to fruition.

Mr. Donovan's head went up when Clyde called his name. He gave his full attention to his son while Clyde held up his phone and pointed.

Craig's heart skipped a beat when Mr. Donovan reached for the phone. If Mr. Donovan held Clyde's phone, he would feel the weight difference. Luckily, by some miracle, he stopped before he could touch it.

They talked for another few minutes before Clyde returned with a solemn look on his face.

"He says I'm just out of luck, and he'll look at it at the hotel." Clyde shook his head.

"Fuck!" Craig clenched his fists. "We have to get that phone, Clyde! Just let me think a minute..."

"Dude, maybe you should just give it up." Clyde shrugged. "Like I told you, next sleepover at my house, you can--"

Craig jumped to his feet, eyes sparkling. Plan A never works. That's just facts. Plan B, though, Plan B would be perfect!

He dug around in his pockets then held the contents in his palm. Craig flicked the pocket lint out of the pile then shoved the ink pen behind his ear.

He turned over the pack of Fruit Stripe gum he stole from his sister. With his braces, he technically wasn't supposed to chew this type of gum, but what his orthodontist didn't know wouldn't hurt her.

Shoving the gum and the phone battery into Clyde's hands, Craig began to count his change out.

Disregarding the pennies, he had a grand total of fifty-five cents.

"Clyde, give me a dollar." Craig made a gimme motion with his hand.

"What? No! You have a wallet on the bus," Clyde said but took out his wallet anyway. He fished out a one dollar bill, which Craig snatched.

Without a word to Clyde, he dashed towards the vending machines. Of course, there was a line.

Craig tapped his foot impatiently as some sophomores he didn't know jabbered on about something he didn't care about.

What was taking them so long to buy a soda? Every second they wasted talking, was a second less Craig had for his plan! Didn't they know that the gardening club bus would be here soon?

A bottle made a thunking sound when it fell. Craig took a step forward, only for one of them to feed another dollar into the machine.

Craig and Tweek weren't in any of the same clubs this year. The pure coincidence that the science museum would hold both an exhibition on space age robotics and sustainable farming was a blessing from God that Craig didn't want to waste!

When he was only ten seconds away from pushing the sophomores out of the way, they finished. Still animatedly talking, they walked away with an arm full of soda each.

Craig rolled his eyes. "Finally." He muttered, just loud enough for the sophomore he was passing to hear. She shot him a dirty look, and Craig flipped her off. The sophomore scoffed but didn't try to pick a fight.

After smoothing out the dollar on the side of the machine a few times, Craig fed Washington’s visage into the dollar slot and pressed the Coke option.

Sold out.

Any of the drinks would work, so long as they were sticky and sugary, so he pressed the Diet Coke.

Sold Out.

Pepsi.

Sold out.

Diet Pepsi. Sprite. Double Dew.

Sold out. Sold out. Sold out.

The only option he had left was Gatorade and water.

Cursing those sophomores with every fiber of his being, Craig pressed the Gatorade option. This was the last drink that had sugar in it.

He braced himself, waiting.

Th-thunk!

A sigh of relief escaped his lips as he knelt down to retrieve the cherry sports drink.

When he returned to Clyde, Craig had already cracked open the drink and chugged some of it.

Clyde frowned. "Not to poke holes in whatever your plan is, but I doubt electrolytes are going to help."

"It's not the electrolytes I need," Craig smirked. "I'm going to walk over and then 'accidentally' trip and spill this all over your dad's pants."

"You're going to what?" Clyde cried, only for Craig to elbow him in the stomach. He doubled over, clenching his middle.

"Quiet! Look, all you need to do is steal your dad's pants when he's changing them. It'll be easy."

Clyde looked up from his bent over position. "This is not a good plan, Craig!"

"Are you my bro or aren't you?" Craig narrowed his eyes.

After a heartbeat, Clyde muttered, "I'm your bro..."

"Good, now get ready." Craig nodded sharply. Clyde flashed a thumbs up before hobbling over to sit on the bench.

With a breath, Craig started towards Mr. Donovan. Luckily for him, Mr. Donovan was distracted, chatting with the teacher.

Honestly, this should have been Plan A. What was he even thinking with the original Plan A? Of course, Mr. Donovan wasn't going to give up his phone because Clyde's ‘broke’! Even if he did, he would have probably logged off all his apps.

Someone hip checked Craig, sending him stumbling to the side. The bottle fell from his hands. The rest of the liquid spilled over the concrete.

Craig stared, flabbergasted, as his Plan B flowed down a crack in the sidewalk towards the grass.

Someone snickered. Craig spun around, ready to fight. The sophomore he'd flipped off smirked at him before heading towards the rest of her friends.

Shaking, Craig took a step towards her. He was not above starting a fight in the middle of the public rest area.

Clyde came up then and caught his arm.

"Not worth it, dude," He said with a shake of the head.

"Fuck me!" Craig groaned. "Clyde, another dollar. Let me try again--"

The gardening club's bus pulled up before Clyde could pull out his wallet.

Clyde patted his back reassuringly.

"Sorry, man," He offered softly.

"Yeah," Craig heaved a sigh then straighten up. He shoved his disappointment down as he began to scan the crowd of garden club kids for his favorite shock of blond hair.

He spotted him hanging around Token. Before his club was called to their bus, he and Clyde hurried over.

"You can explain it all you want, I still don't get it." Token was saying.

"No, like, dude, agroforestry isn't hard; it's--Craig!" Tweek cut himself off, smiling.

"Hey, honey," Craig greeted, pulling Tweek into a half-hug. Tweek snaked his arm around Craig's waist and leaned against him as Craig held his fist out for Token, who bumped it.

"Hey, dudes," Token nodded to him and Clyde.

"Having fun learning about dirt?" Clyde teased. "This is what you get for being so whipped by your girlfriend."

Token rolled his eyes, but he didn't have a counter to that. The only reason he joined Garden Club was because Nichole asked him to.

From what Tweek had said, Token's thumb was 'averagely green'. Though he could tend to plants, he didn't care about doing it and spent most of his time sitting around or organizing the supplies.

"Clyde, how many times have you been on Bebe's beck and call during volleyball practice?" Craig snorted. He pitched up his voice to mock, "'Bring me my water, Clyde. Can you get my towel for me, sweetie? Go grab the ball, baby!'"

Token laughed into his hand while Clyde's face went red. Craig felt Tweek's shoulder shake in laughter just a little under his arm.

"Oh, screw you," Clyde snapped. "I'm going to find Kevin." With that, Clyde spun around to search the rest of the crowd.

"How's your ride going?" Tweek asked when Clyde disappeared.

"Boring," Craig admitted.

"We had a kid throw up," Token commented. "That's why we're late. We had to turn around, take him home, and get a new bus."

Craig cringed. "That's really gross."

"It kind of worked out, since we were able to pick up Kevin." Tweek pointed out.

The trio chatted for a few more minutes before Mr. Donovan called Craig’s name. "Craig, come get back on the bus. I need to do a headcount." He shouted.

Tweek pulled himself from Craig's side. "See you at the hotel, Craig." Tweek pressed a kiss to Craig's cheek.

Reminded of the hotel and their separate rooming, Craig fought to keep himself from deflating.

"Yeah, see you there." He waved before heading back towards his bus. As he crawled on and made his way towards the back seat, he noticed that sophomore girl sitting near the front. Her bag was half in the aisle.

With a smirk, Craig purposely stepped down hard on it. He heard a pencil snap but kept walking anyway. As tempting as it was to see if she noticed, he couldn't risk it looking like he did it intentionally.

He sat back down, leaning to look sullenly out the window until the rest of the bus hustled on, except for Clyde. Craig eyed the empty seat next to him with a frown. He hadn't hurt Clyde's ego that much, had he?

"Ok, roll call!" Mr. Donovan said, clearly not noticing his son wasn't on board. He patted his pockets. "Oh, uh, where is it?" Turning out his pockets, he furrowed his brow.

"Hey, kids," Mr. Donovan raised his voice. "Has anyone seen my phone? I swear I had--"

"Here it is, Dad!" Clyde held up Mr. Donovan's phone as he and Kevin climbed up the steps. "You left it on the bench outside."

"Oh, thank you, Clyde." His dad nodded, taking the phone.

Craig stared at Clyde with wide eyes as he came down the aisle to sit.

Clyde smiled proudly, reminding Craig of a puppy wishing to be praised.

"Who's your bro?"

"You are. You’re the best fucking bro ever!" Craig put his hand on Clyde's shoulder and shook him.

So what if Plan A failed, and Plan B was doomed before it could start?

Craig could always count on Plan Clyde to make it through to the end!

~~~~

Of the brilliant ideas Tweek had ever had, drinking an entire gallon of Arizona sweet tea on the two hour ride was not one of them.

Honestly, the whole idea of bringing the jug of tea instead of his thermos of coffee had been on his dad’s prompting that Tweek should ‘slow down’ on the coffee drinking. His parents claimed it was ‘for his health,’ but Tweek knew that was a lie.

They still hadn’t gotten over Tweek using some of their special roast last week. He didn’t even get to drink any before they saw him making it and got mad!

That was how Tweek ended up with a gallon of tea instead — a gallon he’d absentmindedly down not even halfway to the rest stop.

He had been sitting on a bladder that was about to burst for the last hour. Then when they did finally stop, Craig tracked him down before he could make it to the restroom.

The whole time they were talking with Token and Clyde, Tweek felt his eyes floating a little higher. He nearly shouted out in relief when Mr. Donovan called Craig back to his bus.

Tweek washed his hands in the rest stop sink. The whole place smelled a little too strongly of cheap soap and lemon cleaner. Something that strong smelling could only be covering up something that smelled even worse.

Tweek had little desire to find out what that smell was, so he forwent drying his hands to instead hurry out the door.

He nearly barreled into Kevin.

"Oh, sorry, Tweek!" Kevin said as he bobbed around him into the restroom.

Standing just outside the door, Clyde leaned against the wall, playing on a phone, but not his own. Clyde's phone case had glittery football and baseball stickers Bebe put on it. The one he had was just plain silver.

"Clyde?" Tweek turned his head a bit to the side.

Clyde jumped. "Ah, Tweek, hey, man, what's up?"

"Shouldn't you be heading towards your bus?" Tweek asked.

"Yeah, just waiting for Kevin." Clyde shoved the phone into his pocket. "He didn't have fifteen minutes to dick around like we had."

It had been a stroke of luck that right as they returned to the bus barn at the high school, Kevin's mom pulled up. Apparently, he overslept.

"Oh, right, I guess that's true." Tweek nodded.

Clyde twiddled with his thumbs a moment, humming to himself. He held back a smile, and that made Tweek uneasy.

"What?" Tweek wrung his hands in his shirt.

Clyde was about to burst when he finally blurted out, "You and Craig share a room at the hotel!"

"W-what?!" Tweek choked on the word.

"Yeah, dude. I guess the teachers didn't know you were boyfriends or something." He cheekily elbowed him in the ribs. "Lucky duck, aren't you?"

Before Tweek could reply, Kevin exited the restroom.

"Come on, Clyde, we have to hurry back to the bus." Kevin grabbed Clyde's arm.

"Right." Clyde nodded. To Tweek, he teased, "Don't have too much fun later tonight." He punctuated his tease with a wink before letting Kevin drag him towards the bus.

Tweek watched, suddenly frozen to the ground, as Kevin and Clyde made their way to their bus.

The bus rumbled to life, the door shut, and pulled out of the parking lot before Tweek melted. The moment he could move his feet again, he dashed across the grass to the playground.

Nichole sat at the top of a jungle gym that was much too small for a high school student while Token leaned against it.

Tweek wasted no time darting up to Token, grabbing his shoulders, and screaming into his chest.

"Holy shit, Token! Shit, shit, shit, shitshitshitshit!" Tweek panted. His eyes darted around in panic.

"W-Wow, Tweek, dude," Token furrowed his brows, "calm down."

Tweek turned a quick glare towards him. Token knew fully well that telling him to 'calm down' didn't help! It just made Tweek realize how much he was panicking more than before!

Nichole slid off the jungle gym. She set a hand on Tweek's shoulders.

"Hey, what's wrong?" She asked.

"Clyde, He--!! The teachers fucked up, and, and, and!" Tweek grabbed his hair. "The teachers assigned Craig and me to the same room!"

Token's eyebrows shot up. "Really? Lucky." He turned a flirty smile to Nichole. "Think they messed up with us, too?"

Nichole rolled her eyes, clearly unamused, and turned her attention back to Tweek.

"If that makes you uncomfortable, you can ask a teacher to change it, Tweek," She offered. "Or why not tell Craig you're not ok with it?"

"That's the thing!" Tweek squeezed his voice out through his clenched throat. "I'm not uncomfortable with it. I'm totally fine with sleeping in the same room as him."

Token crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow. "Then why are you freaking out? It's not excitement. I know that much."

Tweek began to fiddle with his buttons. This was embarrassing! Why did the teachers have to do this to him? Did the robotic club teacher hate him that much? Or was it his teacher sponsor?

He swallowed the lump in his throat before looking around. There was no one in earshot, but he gestured everyone to move closer anyway.

"You can't tell anyone. Promise, on your l-lives," Tweek held out both his pinkies as added insurance. Token and Nichole each wrapped a pinkie around his and shook on it.

"We won't tell. What is it?" Nichole prompted.

"It's just, well, Craig and I, we haven't slept in the same room since we were little kids!" Tweek almost smiled at the memories of late night fart sounds and bad jokes. "That's the thing though: we were little kids. Craig's getting his full driver's license next year and my parents have hired me for real at the shop. We're adults."

Tweek chewed his lip a moment. "It's different now, and, uh, I-I want it to be different, you know? It's not just another kiddie, platonic sleep over anymore."

Nichole clasped her hands over her heart. "Oh, Tweek, that's so sweet and romantic!"

Token snorted a chuckle. "Wait, so you want to sleep sleep with Craig? Like sex? On a school trip? Tweek, you wild animal."

Red painted Tweek's face. He sputtered before finding his words. "No! No! No! No! I don't mean it like that! I mean--"

Nichole gently shoved Token's shoulder. He took a step to the side, more to humor her than succumbing to her strength.

"No, he means he wants to sleep in the same bed as Craig like adults do, like our parents do." She smiled at Tweek. "Right?"

"Y-yes! That's what I mean," He nodded, then pointed to Token. "I'm worried that Craig will take it like Token did if I ask though. I don't want him to think I'm a pervert or a creep."

"He's not going to think that, Tweek." Token shook his head. "If he does, just explain it to him."

"Then he'll think I changed my story when I made him uncomfortable, which will make it even more uncomfortable."

Tweek winced at the thought. He couldn't have 'sex-crazed' add to the list of adjectives he knew Craig thought of him as.

It took him months to remove 'musophobe' from that list when Tweek shrieked after a mouse ran across his toes in Craig's basement. It wasn't even fair to claim he's afraid of mice. It was a big mouse and ran across his bare feet! Anyone would scream.

Nichole screwed her face up in thought. "Then why don't you make it where he asks you?" Her eyes sparkled. "Yeah, do that!"

"How?" Both Tweek and Token asked. The former in a tone of interest and the latter in a tone of dubiousness.

She shrugged. "I don't know, um...drop the temperature? If it's cold in your room, he might ask to snuggle in bed, and if you two just so happen to fall asleep, well, that's just how it goes, right?"

Token shook his head. "Nichole, you have to know how silly--"

"That's perfect!" Tweek grabbed her shoulders before pulling her into a hug. "Nichole, you're so smart!"

She patted his back and nodded contently. "Thank you."

Token opened his mouth, then shut it, shaking his head without a word.

~~~~~

Tweek was excited now that he had a plan of attack. When they got back on the bus, he and Nichole brained stormed more ideas to freeze Craig into Tweek's arms.

First, he would see how low he could get the thermostat to go. Since the plan for dinner was to walk across the street from the hotel to the buffet, the room would have plenty of time to get nice and chilly. If Tweek made sure to get back to the room first, he could turn it back up to normal temperature. He'd shut the vents after that, so no warm air could get in.

Then it would be romantic snuggling the rest of the night!

If all else failed, he still had that gallon bottle from his tea. All he needed to do was refill it when they got there. If it 'accidentally' spilled on one of their beds later that night, the other would undoubtedly be a gentleman and offer to share the remaining bed.

It was a foolproof plan!

A half hour to the hotel, Tweek's phone buzzed.

"We're in the same room at the hotel," Craig wrote. "If the teacher asks, we had a fight and broke up. act bitter about it, otherwise, they might separate us."

Tweek frowned. Clyde told him the teachers forgot they were dating. Why would they remember now? Unless one of the other students ratted them out. He could see that.

Some of the girls in the robotics club gave the kind of vibe like they would throw anyone to the lions at the first chance.

"What did we fight about this time?" Tweek texted back. "Was it 'Michael' again?" He smiled to himself, ending the text with a wink emote.

A moment later, Craig replied, "If you don't let that die, then we really will have a fight." His text ended with three fist emoji. Before Tweek could even open his keyboard, another message came.

This one said, "jk jk. idk. something that doesn't make me look like a dick this time. why don't we fight over stripe? you're being a bad dad and overfeeding him or something."

Tweek didn't like the idea of this fake fight painting him as a bad pet parent, but considering Craig still got flack over their fight in fourth grade, maybe it was only fair.

"ok. I'm letting Token and Nichole know though. Love you!" Tweek tried to look annoyed as he sent a string of kiss faces and hearts. If there was one thing Tweek had become really good at since he and Craig started dating, it was acting.

He huffed, throwing his hand up in the air.

"That bastard!" Tweek cried out just loud enough the other club members around him would hear, but not the teacher.

"How dare he!" Tweek continued, leaning across the aisle to Token. "Look at what Craig said! Me? A bad pet parent! I'm the fucking best parent Stripe has!"

Token raised an eyebrow but took the phone. He rolled his eyes, turning the screen enough for Nichole to read. Nichole chuckled but sent Tweek a small nod. She would play along with this.

"Fuck him! We're through!" Tweek took his phone back. "How do you change your relationship status on Facebook? Under ‘about’ right? I'm not letting him say those things about me."

The other students turned in their seat or scooted closer to the aisle. Gossip hounds, most of them. Usually, Tweek couldn't stand his personal info getting around like this, but the grapevine of whispers would reach up to the teacher and chaperone faster this way.

Craig had already started vague posting about him.

Along with a picture of a fat, plushy guinea pig, Craig posted, "This is what SOME PEOPLE think a guinea pig should look like! Rolly polly and one treat from a heart attack! #badpetparent"

It took all of Tweek's composure not to laugh. Between the two of them, Craig was the one who usually gave Stripe one too many treats.

For the rest of the bus ride, Craig and Tweek made snide comments and jabs about the other on social media. Honestly, he was having fun with it. None of what they said to each other was particularly true, or really that bad, but the rumor mill had already worked its magic.

According to posts shown to him by Nichole and Token, Tweek had broken Craig's heart and curb stomped it by attempting to take full custody of Stripe from him. At least one tweet said they were going to court about it.

When they pulled into the parking lot of the hotel, the robotics bus was already parked. Even in the dim evening light, the antics and excitement of the other club shown through the windows. A paper airplane launched out one of the rear windows and crashed against Tweek's window.

Tweek squinted to try and make out anyone he knew, but the closest he came was thinking he saw the top of Craig's hat.

"Alright, students," the teacher clapped her hands, stealing his attention "We're all going to head to the lobby. Take your bags. I'm not walking everyone back and forth to the bus."

Tweek shouldered his backpack on and stood. When he passed the teacher on his way off the bus, she put a hand on his shoulder.

"Tweek, I want you to know if you ever need to talk, I'm here." She smiled softly. "I know how hard it is to lose a pet to careless actions."

Tweek stared at her a moment before her words clicked. "Oh! Um, thank you, ma'am." He tried to sound downtrodden.

So their 'break up' had already turned to manslaughter. Great. Crowd control was going to be a pain in the ass after all this was said and done.

The robotics club fell silent when Tweek came into the lobby. Some eyed him with distrust, and others with pity. Clyde avoided looking at him, and Craig fixed him with a faux dirty look before flipping him the bird.

Anyone who didn't know Craig well could tell there was no malice in this gesture, but Tweek pretended he was offended and threw him a middle finger right back.

Craig shoved his hands in his pocket and scowled to the side, all the while holding back a smile. Tweek thought it was simply adorable. He made a note to tell him that and watch Craig get flustered about it later.

"Alright, is everyone off the bus?" One of the teachers shouted, and the crowd of students quieted. "Alright, so, when I call your name, come up and get your room key."

She reached held her tablet to her face as she read. One by one the students walked up. There were a few groans and whines, a couple of cheers, but no one seemed too opposed to their rooming assignments.

Then the teacher called out Craig's name.

"Craig Tucker, Room 203." She held up his key. "You're rooming with...oh, um, T-Tweek Tweak."

A group gasp nearly sucked all the air from the lobby. Tweek squared his shoulders and marched up along with Craig.

Mr. Donovan and the garden club teacher exchanged looks, while the robotics teacher couldn't care less.

She started, "I don't know how they got...um--maybe we should switch them with--"

"I'm fine with it." Craig snapped, snatching a key card off the table. "Unlike some people, I am a responsible adult who is in complete control of his emotions."

"Bullshi--I mean, I am too!" Tweek grabbed the other card from the teacher. "You just stay on your side of the room, you gay jerk."

"Don't call names, Tweek. It's immature," Craig scoffed.

"It's not immature if it's all true," Tweek grumbled. Before the teacher or Mr. Donovan could reply, they both stormed off back into the crowd.

~~~~~

Tweek wasn't sure how they pulled that off, exactly, but none of the adults tried to take their keys away from them or make them switch rooms.

At this point, Tweek narrowed it down to either the adults didn't know how to deal with this situation between two men or didn't want to get dragged into their drama. Either way, Tweek wasn't going to complain.

Still scowling, Tweek unlocked their door. With a sneer in his voice, he held the door and said, "After you, Mr. Mature."

"Thank you," Craig spat back, all fake venom.

Mr. Donovan grabbed the door handle, standing between the two. He forced a nervous smile. "Um, if you boys need anything," Mr. Donovan said. "I'm in the room right next door."

"Don't worry, sir." Craig frowned. "We can handle ourselves. Or, I can anyway."

"Yeah," Tweek took a breath, "don't worry at all."

Mr. Donovan didn't look any more relaxed but nodded anyway.

The moment after Tweek shut the door then threw his bag on the bed, Craig grabbed his arm and pulled him into a hug.

"Everyone hates you now," Craig stated matter-of-factly, "for being a guinea pig murderer." He kissed his forehead.

"We'll have to post a picture together with Stripe when we get home." Tweek chuckled. "Proof of my innocence."

Craig squeezed him once, then took a step back. "I need to brush my teeth. Clyde dared me to eat a Jolly Rancher we found on the floor of the bus."

Tweek winced. "Was it completely worth it?"

Craig shrugged. "I got fifteen dollars and ten minutes picking candy out of my braces since I accidentally crunch down, so half-and-half."

"You're disgusting, Craig Tucker," Tweek teased.

Craig took his hat off and chucked it at his face. "If it hadn't been grape - flavored, you would have done it, too."

Tweek gave Craig that as truth with a slight nod before shoving his hat over his head.

When Craig left for the bathroom, Tweek dove into action. He spun around and darted towards the thermal unit under the window.

Stooping down, he fiddled with the controls. The unit wasn't complicated, so it only took a minute or two to lower the temperature setting from a cozy seventy-five to a chilly fifty.

He bounced to his feet and spun around. Twisting the tassels of Craig's hat, he wandered to the bathroom. Craig leaned over the counter to the mirror, picking at his braces. He ran his tongue over his front teeth before sticking his mouth under the faucet to take a drink.

"Get it all?" Tweek asked.

Craig held up a finger as he swished the water around in his mouth then spit.

"Probably not, but at least my mouth doesn't taste like bus floor anymore." He held out his hand. "Gimme back my hat."

Tweek reached up to pull the hat from his head. A smirk played on his lips, and he strode forward and threw it on Craig's head. With a tug, he pulled him down to press a kiss to his lips.

Craig chuckled. "Damn, hope we get over this fight soon."

~~~~~

The buffet was nothing special, just an average all you can eat joint. On their second trip up, Clyde loaded up on more enchiladas than could possibly be healthy, while Craig had taken a more Italian root with a plateful of pasta and pizza.

They sat together in at a table in the back with Token. From their vantage point, they could people watch and mock almost all of the other restaurant goers and had quick access to the dessert bar.

Token took one look at Clyde’s plate and rolled his eyes.

"Didn't your dad tell you to eat something healthy?" Token made a point to stab up some zucchini.

"This is plenty healthy," Clyde replied. "The sauce has tomatoes. Cheese is a dairy product. Grain in the tortilla, and chicken is protein. All the food groups are there."

Without fighting Clyde’s logic, he turned towards Craig. "Ok, so how are you and," he jerked his head towards Tweek, “doing?”

A gaggle of girls surrounded Tweek, cooing over him and comforting him, including the ones who took all the sodas earlier that day. Somehow half the girls on the trip got it in their heads the whole 'fight' was Craig's fault and Tweek was an innocent victim in it all.

Tweek himself looked incredibly uncomfortable, picking at his chicken breast. One of the girls reached out to mess with his hair and Craig tensed. Tweek didn't like people touching him for no reason, much less stroking his hair like that.

Luckily, Nichole reached up and grabbed the girl's hand with a frown. Craig made a note to thank her for that later.

He poked at his pasta without spinning the fork. "We're fine," Craig answered.

Token hummed. "Ok. Actually, can I ask you a question since you and Tweek are sharing a room?"

"Shoot." Craig took a drink of his cola.

"If Tweek offered, would you spend the night with him, like, in the same bed?" Token asked, a little too bluntly.

Craig choked on his drink. He beat his chest, panting. Clyde burst into laughter, bits of enchilada flying across the table. In response, Token crouched over his food, protecting his plate with his arms.

"Token, what the fuck, man?" Craig gasped. "Shit, dude, fuck! You can't ask stuff like that in public!"

Token shrugged, straightening back up.

Clyde wiped his mouth on his sleeve. "So is that a no? You'd just leave Tweek by himself? Guess it's a good thing you two broke up."

Craig took his fork, stabbed one of Token's zucchini slices, and dropped it on top of Clyde's enchiladas. Clyde hurried to remove the offending squash before it contaminated his meal.

Craig pointed his fork at Token. "Ok, why did you ask that?" He lowered his fork and leaned closer. "Did...Did Tweek say he wanted to do that?"

Token chuckled. "What? No. I was just wondering. You two are sharing a room, after all."

Craig reached up and tugged at his hat. He was glad it covered his ears. They were burning with embarrassment. This was not public restaurant talk. This was beanbag chair, playing video games in someone's room talk.

At least if they were in someone's room, Craig could chuck a pillow at Token and loudly tell him to fuck off.

"It's none of your business what Tweek and I do--if we were still together." Craig spun his fork in his pasta. "Which we're not because he's a huge dick and a bad parent to Stripe."

Token opened his mouth, only to have Clyde interrupt him before he started.

"Ok, ok, ok, screw Craig for a minute here. We both know the answer is 'yes', no matter what he says." Clyde reached across to grab Token's hand. "The real question is if you would say yes if I asked you." He wiggled his eyebrows.

Token snorted a laugh. "Of course, Clyde. What are best bros for?"

Clyde raised his fist up to pump it down, only to slam his elbow down on the rim of his plate. The enchiladas flew off the plate.

Red sauce, tortilla, and ground beef splattered against Craig's shirt. Out of instinct, Craig moved back, only to knock his drink forward so it splashed down onto his pants.

"Clyde!" Craig roared, holding his shirt from his body.

"Sorry!" Clyde grabbed a napkin and moved forward to wipe some of the beef off, but Craig slapped his hand down.

Without a word, Craig sulked over to the table with the teachers and chaperones. As he did, he passed the table with Tweek and all the girls. Some of the girls glared at him and some snickered. Tweek, on the other hand, looked shocked and worried.

"Hey, can I head back?" Craig interrupted whatever the teachers were saying. The adults looked up.

"What happened?" The robotics teacher asked.

"Dropped a plate," Craig muttered.

Even though it was all Clyde's fault, he didn't want to get him in trouble for screwing around. Craig would find some other way to have his revenge. For now, he'd let Clyde sweat about when his retribution would come.

Mr. Donovan scooted his chair back. "Of course, Craig. I'll walk you back over and--"

"Mr. Donovan?"

Craig looked over his shoulder to see Tweek walking up.

"Are you heading back? Can I come?" Tweek tugged at his sleeves, looking to the side. "I, uh, I forgot to take my medication this morning, and my anxiety finally caught up with me in such a crowded place."

As added emphasis, he wrapped his arms around himself and twitched.

Craig nearly reached out but stopped himself. For one, they were still 'fighting' and for two, He was pretty sure that was all a lie.

Tweek never forgot to take his medication. He had no less than three alarms to remind himself. It would not surprise Craig at all if Tweek was just using this as an excuse to get away from all the people fawning over him.

Craig caught Tweek's eye for just a second, then muttered, loud enough to be heard by the teachers, "He probably doesn't trust me not to mess with his stuff."

Tweek pretended to grit his teeth. "Please. I'm finished eating."

The adults talked for a moment before Mr. Donovan nodded. After getting a to-go box for Craig and Mr. Donovan's food, the three made their way back to the hotel.

~~~~~~

Craig tossed his shirt into the sink and turned on the hot water. He could try to scrub the sauce off with the complimentary soap but doubted it would do much. Though he liked the shirt well enough, it wasn't a favorite. So if he failed, there wouldn't be that big of a loss.

"Here."

Craig turned to see Tweek in the doorway, holding something out.

"What is it?" Craig stepped over and took it from his hand. He turned the pen-shaped object over in his palm. It was one of those Tide To-Go Pens.

A snorted laugh escaped him. He wasn't surprised at all. Tweek was the only boy Craig knew who would bring something like this with him on a school trip.

He wondered if Tweek brought a sweater with him, too. The hotel room was polar cold. Craig could probably suffer with it, but he didn’t like the idea of Tweek freezing overnight.

Hopefully he could just crank up the thermostat to remendy the situation.

"Thanks, dude," Craig said as he turned to work on the shirt. Tweek leaned against the door frame, watching with interest as Craig worked.

After a while, Craig removed as much of the stain as he could. Luckily, it wasn't too noticeable. As long as his mother never saw it, it was all good. No harm, no foul.

Holding the shirt triumphantly up, he spun around.

"Ta-da!"

Tweek snickered but indulged him with a small round of applause. Craig bobbed his head proudly in a faux bow before tossing the shirt over the towel rack to dry.

"I think I'll take a quick shower. I can still feel the soda sticking to me through my PJs," Craig announced. With a smirk, he added coyly, "Don't go messing with my stuff, got it, Mr. Tweak?"

Tweek's shoulders shook. "I'm way too mature to be that petty, Mr. Tucker."

The two burst into giggles. Tweek started to leave, but Craig followed behind him. He walked past their beds towards the window unit. When he got out of the shower, he’d rather not have all the water freeze to his body.

"Thought so," Craig muttered after crouching down. "Whoever had our room before us left this on fifty." He readjusted the temperature back up to a cozy seventy-five.

“Oh, that’s why it’s so cold?” Tweek rubbed his arm. “I hadn’t even thought to check it.”

“Yeah, well, at least we won’t turn into popsicles overnight.”

Tweek grinned at him. There was something a little off about it, but Craig didn’t comment. With how his luck was going this evening, Tweek probably figured Craig thought he was stupid for not noticing.

Craig put his hand on Tweek’s arm, over his knuckles. He explained, “It must have been programmed to kick on while we were out. I didn’t notice until we got back how cold it was.”

Tweek looked down at Craig’s hand, then up at him. He nodded then smiled. The off feeling about this smile dissolved instantly.

With a squeeze of his hand, Craig then left Tweek to take his shower.

Craig’s chest well with pride at the accomplishment as he shut the door. How many people could pacify Tweek’s worries with a few correctly-chosen and reassuring words?

Dang, did Craig like Tweek’s smile. Really, he just liked Tweek over all. Their relationship might have started on less than stellar terms, but by now, Craig had a hard time imagining his life without Tweek in it. It was asilly thought, Craig knew, but maybe they'd get married one day.

Craig stiffened as Token's question rang in his head again.

"If Tweek offered, would you spend the night with him, like, in the same bed?"

He tried to force the idea out of his thoughts but failed miserably. That was a topic he hadn't sunk too much thought into. Sex seemed like a distant concept, more of a late-night thought experiment than a something that would actually happen.

After all, it took them nearly a year and a half of dating to share the most chaste kiss ever, and Tweek still puked from nerves on Craig's shoes a second later. Sex was way too big of a leap! Even if Tweek could get over his nerves this time, Craig knew he couldn't do it.

When they were older, maybe, but...

Craig groaned, burying his face in his hands. Why did Token even ask that? Tweek had to have made him do it, right? A question like that was way too out of the blue for Token to ask it any other time!

He ran his hands through his hair before slapping them down on the sink.

If Tweek wanted to know if Craig was interested in sleeping with him, it would be best to come out in the open and say he wasn't! His boyfriend might be disappointed, but Tweek would have to just respect his decision.

Spinning on his heels, Craig marched out the door. He needed to do this before his confidence wore off.

"Tweek, we need--the fuck?"

Tweek stared at him, eyes like a deer in the headlights. In his hand, he had his jug of water held over Craig's bed. A thin trickle poured onto the covers.

"Don't be mad!" Tweek cried, pulling the jug to his chest. "I can explain, I promise!"

"Then explain. We're not really fighting! You're taking your acting too far!" Craig rushed over to tear the jug from his hands. His bed didn't look too wet. He could probably just pull the sheets off or sleep in the recliner in the corner.

"No, that's not--uh, shit, Craig--!" Tweek wrung his hands together. "Don't be mad! Don't be mad! I, I just..." His shoulders shook and his head dropped.

Craig adjusted the jug to one hand, reaching out with the other, when Tweek's head shot up and he bursted out, "Do you want to sleep with me tonight!?"

So Tweek did get Token to ask Craig! He knew it!

Craig stumbled back. His face was already feeling hot. All of the confidence Craig had seconds ago vanished into thin air when faced with the actual question.

"Tweek, we c-ca-can't!" Craig sputtered. "For one, you, we, uh, need things for that and for two I’m not comfortable with it right now! I don’t want to sleep--"

"Not like that!" Tweek's face was just as red as Craig's, if not more so. He grabbed his shoulders, shaking his head so fast that Craig worried he might break his neck.

"I don't mean it like se—urk—like making l-love," Tweek forced out. "I mean like married people. Normal sleeping, but in the same bed. Same way parents do."

Craig looked down at the jug. Tweek followed his eyes. He snatched it back, his face somehow burning even more.

"I...I wanted to force you to ask to share a bed with me," Tweek admitted. "I was going to chill you into it, but you turned the heat back up."

Craig tried to keep a straight face as Tweek explain but failed almost instantly. His shoulders scrunched and his chin fell to his chest. His cheeks puffed out as he tried to hold back his laughter.

He peeked up at Tweek. Tweek clenched his hand around the jug handle, eyes wide and confused.

"Dude, no offense, did you get this idea from a bad fanfiction?" He snorted into his hand. "Freezing me into your bed? Really? That was the best idea you could come up with before jumping straight to dumping water on my mattress?"

Tweek looked down at the jug, then back up at Craig, before a smile spread across his face. He chuckled, taking a step back to set the jug on the bedside table.

"Shit, now that you say it like that, it's a horrible idea, isn't it?" He shook his head. "At least Nichole's heart was in the right place."

"It was her idea? That explains...never mind." Craig plopped back onto the bed. He patted the seat next to him. Tweek slipped down beside him. Craig eyed the space between them then scooted closer until their sides touch.

"Sooooo, Tweek," Craig slipped his hand around behind Tweek and lean against him, "Do you wanna sleep together? Tonight? Like adults?" He got face to face with Tweek and winked.

Tweek stiffened up a heartbeat, then relaxed. Before Craig could comprehend what Tweek was doing, Tweek pressed a kiss to his lips.

"Yeah, I'd really like that."

A fond, soft feeling welled up in Craig's chest. The feeling spread through his body. He clung to it as Tweek wrapped him in a warm hug. They wouldn't even need blankets if he kept this feeling around.

“Craig, wanna look at the fallout of our ‘break up’ on Twitter?” Tweek offered after a moment. “Some of the girls at the table with me were saying some pretty out there things. Apparently, someone wants to call the FBI out on you.”

Craig glanced over his shoulder towards the bathroom door. He really should get back and take his shower, but this would only take a few minutes. They’d be done before too long.

Of course, ‘before too long’ stretched from a couple minutes to an hour of scrolling through their friends and followers’ feeds on Twitter and Facebook. Nothing could hold back their snickers and snorts as they each took turns reading the more and more outrageous ideas the rumor mill churned out.

As Craig sat in the recliner chair and Tweek laid on his bed, a knocking came from the door.

"Boys? Boys?" Mr. Donovan called through the door.

Craig scrambled out of the recliner, nearly tripping over his legs. He darted over and pushed Tweek down against the bed.

Craig hissed, "Pretend to be asleep, ok? I have a plan."

"Um, why--I mean ok?" Tweek clambered to pull the covers over his body as Craig hurried towards the door. As he passed the bathroom door, a wall of steam hit his face.

Swearing to himself, Craig darted inside and twisted the shower off. Taking a breath and smoothing out his hair, Craig unlocked the door and peeked out.

"Yes?"

"It'll be time to turn off the lights in about fifteen minutes. I'm going around giving everyone their warning." Mr. Donovan told him. He furrowed his brow, looking over Craig into the room. "Where is Tweek? Are you two alright?"

Craig's face fell into a cringe.

"Ugh, yeah, I guess. He went to sleep, like, right, when we got back. I'm going to bed after I take a shower."

"'After'? I heard the shower start a while ago." Mr. Donovan frowned.

"Oh, uh, yeah, I..." Craig wracked his brain a moment then quickly said, "I went in to wash my shirt, and when I left to go get my other shirt, Tweek slipped in and took a shower himself."

"You said he went to bed right after you two got back," Mr. Donovan pointed out.

Shit! Craig felt a sweat start across his skin.

From inside the room came the sound of a bed creaking. Tweek came up from behind Craig, a blanket covering his clothes.

"What's going on? Are we in trouble?" Tweek asked around a yawn. He sent a glare to Craig. "Was he tattling on me for taking a five minutes shower while he was trying to wash his stupid shirt? I thought he was done. I just woke back up, and showers help calm me down! He was the one who chased me out before I could turn the water off. The wasted water bill is all on him!"

Craig rolled his eyes, about to snap something back at Tweek, when Mr. Donovan interrupted.

"No, Tweek, no one is in trouble. You both have fifteen minutes before lights out, alright?"

Craig sighed internally. Thank God, Mr. Donovan seemed to have bought Tweek's lie.

"Yessir," Craig bobbed his head.

"I already was out before someone went to complain," Tweek muttered, turning on his heels and marching back towards his bed.

Mr. Donovan shook his head. "Fifteen minutes, boys." And with that, he left.

Craig shut and locked the door before slumping down, letting out his internal sigh. That was close, too close. Tweek's acting and quick thinking saved them once again.

~~~~

In the fifteen minutes before lights out, Tweek changed out of his clothes into his PJs and Craig took a quick shower to remove as much of the remaining red sauce and soda as he could. They hit the lights moments before one of the teachers made his rounds to tell everyone to go to bed.

Tweek pulled the covers up to his chin. His eyes flicked towards the digital clock on the bed stand. The plan was simple. After another fifteen minutes, he would sneak over to Craig's bed.

His stomach twisted. They were really going to do this, weren't they? Sleep in the same bed, not as platonic friends or as children, but as romantic adults.

What if he messed up? What if he rolled over and accidentally pushed Craig off the bed? What if Craig couldn't get comfortable with Tweek next to him and wasn't able to sleep?

This was just like their first kiss all over again!

No, he needed to calm down. Go to his calm mind space and breathe. It was just sleeping. It's not possible to mess up sleeping. This wasn't like the kiss where a thousand things could go wrong. He and Craig were going to snuggle up and sleep — and Tweek was not going to puke.

This was all just nervous excitement. He wanted this. He'd wanted this for a while now since he came to the conclusion that they weren't kids anymore.

This was the most adult part of a relationship they could do. This was what married people did. He and Craig skipped sex and went straight to something more deeply romantic!

As Tweek wondered how Craig thought about marriage, the fifteenth minute ticked by. The moment the digit on the clock changed, Craig shuffled around in his bed.

"Tweek, it's time," Craig whispered.

Tweek nodded, though he knew Craig couldn't see it, and began to crawl out from the covers. He padded the two steps between their beds before leaning down to grope the covers.

When he finally found the end of the blanket, he lifted it and slid under.

"Comfy?" Craig asked.

"Um, y-yeah!" Tweek rested his head against the pillow. "So, this is it, huh? Sleeping in the same bed, like adults."

"Not really," Craig replied.

"Huh? What are we doing wrong? We really like each other, and we're sleeping, together, in the same bed. That's exactly like adults do." Tweek chewed his lip. What was he forgetting?

Craig scooted closer to Tweek then rolled around so his back was towards him. Finally, he pressed his back against Tweek's front.

"Now, put your arms around me. This is how adults sleep." Craig muttered.

Tweek did as he was told and put an arm over Craig's side.

"What do I do with my other arm?" Tweek asked. "Sleep on it, or do I put it around your shoulders, or, um..." He tried to move his arm up to maneuver it under the pillow, only to clunk Craig in the head with his elbow.

As Tweek stammered apologies, Craig grunted in pain. Craig shifted away to the other side of the bed.

Tweek's heart pounded in his chest. Great! They weren't even asleep yet and he'd messed it up!

The bed groaned as Craig reached off the side for his phone. He clicked it on, nearly blinding them both, before setting it between them.

"Maybe that's a little too advanced for the first time," Craig stated flatly. "You want to just, like, sleep face-to-face?"

Tweek wished Craig's phone would turn off so his boyfriend couldn't see the embarrassment on his face as he nodded. Craig didn't look annoyed about taking a hit to the head. If anything, he looked just as apprehensive as Tweek felt. That settled some of Tweek’s nerves, at least.

Tweek smiled at him, then pressed a kiss to his forehead.

"Night, Craig." Tweek murmured against his skin.

"Um, yeah, night." Craig smiled but refused to meet Tweek's eyes as he clicked off the phone. With how brightly both their cheeks were burning, it was a wonder that the room went back to being just as dark as before.

They lapsed into silence. Nothing but the humming of the thermal unit and their breathing filled the room.

So, this was it. This was what sleeping with his boyfriend was like. He'd laid down next to Craig before, but this was different. They weren't just watching a movie or trying to finish homework. This was deep and romantic and very mature!

Tweek focused on Craig's breathing as it began to slow. No doubt Craig would be asleep soon. Would it be alright if Tweek reached out and pulled Craig to his chest while he slept? Was that allowed, or would it be weird? Maybe he could just set his hand over Craig's side again or maybe--

A pair of cold feet pressed against his ankles, and Tweek bit back a yelp. Craig's toes pinched Tweek's legs, tugging unpleasantly at his leg hair, until his feet moved until they were under Tweek.

Craig muttered contently, "Warm..."

Tweek swallowed down a sharp, "No, cold actually!" and instead just let it slide. Part of being in a mature, adult relationship was making compromises, after all.

~~~~~~

Craig's cheerful alarm woke them early the next morning. Sometime during the night, they had become a tangled mess of teenage limbs, so it took Craig a bit to snake his arm out from around Tweek.

He turned off the alarm as Tweek yawned. Before he could stop him, Tweek snuggled closer, burying his nose against Craig's chest.

"We need to get up," Craig told him.

"Nooooo," Tweek whined back. "I just got comfortable."

"You weren't comfortable the rest of the night?" Craig teased. Tweek wouldn't have fallen asleep if he didn't feel safe and comfortable. That's just how Tweek was. They both knew it.

Though, Craig was inclined to agree. Last night was one of the better nights of sleep he's had in a while. Tweek was practically a human furnace, not to mention softer than the pillows themselves. When Craig had to pee halfway through the night, he'd ran to the bathroom and back so he wouldn't miss a second of Tweek's deep, comforting breathing.

Tweek turned his head up to fix Craig with a mildly annoyed expression. "Only when you weren't trying to freeze me with your feet. I'm getting you fuzzy socks for next time, man."

Craig raised an eyebrow, smirking. "There's going to be a 'next time'?"

Tweek nodded. "Well, yeah. If you want there to be."

With a laugh, Craig wrapped his arms around Tweek, pulling him close. Of course, there would have to be a next time, and a time after that, and a time after that...

#south park #secreeksanta #creek #Craig Tucker #tweek tweak #sp creek #fanfiction #one-shot #thefabutrash

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electric-sympathy · 5 years

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Just read a long and impassioned post by some reader insert writer on how important feedback is, complete with how little free time she has to write because she has several sons, only to click on her and find out she’s a w*ncest fan. I wonder how her sons would feel if they found out she spends her time fantasizing and writing porn about brothers fucking each other lmao

Like imagine giving birth to people, literally creating the ties that bond them with your own body, caring for them, teaching them what it all means, and then fetishizing that bond. And then you tell yourself it’s all okay because it’s not exactly your sons that you’re thinking about, that your intimate physical, emotional, and intelligent intimacy with the bond you’re talking about suddenly doesn’t mean anything because you’re thinking about someone else’s sons. Imagine coming face to face every single day of your life with people that, if you lived in an even slightly different world, you would be happily daydreaming about being sexually abused.

(I wonder if she’s okay with other people that don’t happen to be related to her sons thinking about them that way? It’s only fair, right? We have been saying on here for a very long time that creepily sexually overprotective Dads are shit because the only reason they want no one to ever touch their daughter is because they’ve been thinking of women as horrible sex objects all along, and that the whole problem arose from him being so disgusting in the first place. Surely the same can be applied to us women, that we need to stop acting so repulsive or just deal with the consequences?)

It’s one thing when, like, an only child teenaged girl does this shit. My God it’s so fucking different when a parent does it, when a parent of siblings or a boy, when a parent of SONS PLURAL does this.... I mean my God what the fuck kind of chittering, compartmentalized fucking demon do you have to be to find that sickness within yourself and then decide to nurture it instead of going “wow, that shit thought I just had was cray, I should find something else to replace it with and not think about that anymore” and move on to something else?

Like, nothing HAS to become a fetish if you don’t want it to be. They are not sexual orientations. There is always that initial point where your thoughts happen to spin in a certain direction and you realize that hey, if I expanded on this, I might be really into it. You can be in that moment and decide whether to leave it alone or to start weaving it into your routine. Let alone your online persona and personal identity....

And if it’s already gotten too far before your circumstances have changed to make your inclinations inconvenient, you always have the ability to stop. It’s fucking hard but it’s easily possible if you have an important enough reason. I did it-- not with any of the kinds of horrible kinks I discuss HERE, mind-- and if someone with OCD constantly ruminating and replaying their most shame-inducing thoughts and whittling their habits into iron can do that, SURELY someone with a normal brain can.

….

You can at LEAST stop putting pen to paper on the adulation of a matter that would irreversibly damage your relationship with the people you love.

#~people are trash~#lmao so tempted to send her an ask about it #spn wank #my skin is crawling #~~KINKSHAMING XTREME~~~~

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transparentzombieking · 3 years

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jack-hopkins · 4 years

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where: jack hopkin’s shed when: night time, the 11th of May who: @rolandbb // @cole-campbell tw: blood, violence, torture

As the festival comes to a close on Sunday evening, Jack Hopkins approaches a slightly inebriated Cole. He offers an apology for previous behavior along with a powdered drug as a gesture of good faith. Once alone, he knocks the girl unconscious as information from Roland has led him to believe Cole is one of the suspected witches. The following day, he calls Roland to share the news.

// jack 05/16/2020

The hunter is waiting in his back yard, feeling his entire body tuned into the universe. He's sent the text to Roland and is only now waiting by the fire, a bottle of booze ready in 'celebration'. Jack hasn't touched the bottle, he's kept himself sober. Call it intuition, but he expects he'll need his wits about him once Ro arrives. Indeed, when he sees his friend coming around the dilapidated gate, he smirks. "Boy, have I got a surprise for you my brother. Is that dressing down?" He'd been sure to ask his friend to wear work clothes, promising him a dirty task.

// roland 05/16/2020

It was a little hard to guess what Jack had for him waiting, but Roland hadn't expected a half-drugged girl waiting for him; and especially not Cole. He kept his face blank, eyes leaving her after a long moment to look at his friend, his fellow hunter, teeth clamped together hard. This was bad... or was it? "You know damn well I don't got a job, so yeah, this is my work clothes. What are we doin' with her?"

// cole 05/16/2020

Of course, she'd known it was a bad idea to accept drugs from Jack. It had been a bad idea to get involved the last time they'd spent quality time together - but well, bad ideas and Cole were intimately acquainted. What had happened next was foggy, but when Cole came to, it was accompanied by the gut feeling this time she'd really fucked up. Her head was pounding and she moaned weakly, freezing at the sound of a very familiar voice.

// jack 05/16/2020

He looked at Roland like he was cray to even ask. "What do you mean? Yous was the one who told me what the little lady was, Ro. What do you think we oughtta do with her?" He pulls the groggy girl up by a fistful of thick afro. "Doesn't feel like one we needa test. "

// roland 05/16/2020

Fuck, fuck fuck... Ro was careful to keep his icy gaze on Jack, refusing to send a closer look to the witch under his iron grip. "This is-" He swallowed, trying to remain calm, collected, in control, strong, hide the way his heart was racing, the sick feeling- the words of his dad- everything- "This wasn't the fuckin' plan, man. What if she had- had someone watchin' her?" Excuses. Ro could tell they were coming out weak, so he jutted his chin out, eyes hard on Jack. "So, what, you gonna kill her?" Still wouldn't look at her face. Still wouldn't move his eyes from the other hunter's own. "Shouldn't we get what she knows outta her first??"

// cole 05/16/2020

It was taking a hot minute, but Cole was beginning to clue in on what was happening. It helped that they were being pretty fucking explicit (she had a feeling kill her was meant in the most literal sense) and now she opened her eyes, her scalp burning from the force. There was a makeshift gag shoved in her mouth that reeked and Cole began to choke on it, hoping one of them would pull it out of her goddamn throat.

// jack 05/16/2020

"If she was being watched they'd have stopped me knocking her out, I'd think. Probably woulda interfered." There is a brightness in Jack's eyes that is betrayed by the hard line of his mouth. He looked down at the choking witch and let her go, but only after ripping the gag out of her mouth. When he shoves her its hard enough to send her to the floor. Then he's by Ro, looking quite casual. "What do you wanna know? Ask away."

// roland 05/16/2020

He was going to make Roland do this - that much, the hunter was sure of. The expression was all too familiar, and Ro finally looked down... at her, at what he had been presented with. His humanity told him one thing; she was just a girl, lost like him, no home, no one to call her own. Yet, part of him couldn't help but see the obvious. This was their chance. Their time. And Cole was the best shot they had, especially due to her wandering. Ro knew too much about her. She knew too much about him, and now she knew who they were, and what they were doing.

A line had been crossed, and though Ro's heart ached and his stomach turned, the last shred of morals begging him to turn back now, he knew better. "How many?" He finally asked, his voice mechanical, lacking all the soft tones that had been painfully present the last time they had talked. For a moment, maybe the alcohol or the drugs were to blame, Ro had felt some sort of flicker, deep within. Now, it was cold embers, and Jack's presence forced him to shut down any humanity. "How fuckin' many of you is there in Salem?"

// cole 05/17/2020

Of course, she recognized both of them, but it was Roland Cole's gaze lingered on long after he'd spoken. God, I'm a fucking idiot. This was karma catching up with her of course, but Cole's first concern was how the fuck she'd let him dupe her. Evidently staying in the same fucking town - this town - was making her lose her touch. As for the current situation at hand, well - using the patriarchy to her advantage had worked plenty of times before.

From where she stared at up them through a mess of curls, Cole smiled. "I know I'm not the one who's meant to call the shots in this whole scenario, but you gotta ask a girl her safe word before you pull this kinda stunt, boys." Her voice was easy, light. Blokes always fall for the dumb whore act. Her voice was raw from the gag. "How about we save the roleplay for another day and pop some molly together instead? I've got some, back at my place."

// jack 05/17/2020

There it was, clear as fucking day in the way Roland and the dark witch bitch were staring at each other. Something is not right. The woman looked small, hardly weight 100 pounds, but she had bewitched his friend in every sense of the word. It would test his strength and, if Roland let, it would make them weak. Jack would not allow their operation to be compromised because of it.

He doesn't wait for Roland, smacking the girl quickly across the face at her jokes. It's easier than he imagines - she stopped being a woman the moment Ro identified her for what she was. "You're absolutely right - you don't call the fucking shots. When my friend asks you a question, you answer." He hisses the end of it, before looking back to Roland with a nod.

// roland 05/17/2020

With Jack’s back turned, Ro’s eyes shut hard against the sickening sound of his hand connecting with Cole’s face, and once again, his stomach churned. He tried to picture Cole being someone else, anyone else, one of the other witches. He tried to picture Cole working magic, doing something terrible, but he could just remember how she sounded when she talked about it before. All too soon, Jack’s eyes were back on him, and Roland mimicked the nod. Confirming you did good. “Just answer the question,” He added gruffly, jaw set hard between gritted teeth, still keeping his blank face as mechanical and void of humanity as possible. “Sooner you do, the better for everyone. You’re not gonna like what happens unless you tell us... everything .” Roland wondered for who he was asking; his own sanity, or her safety. One glance at Jack, eyes eager and bright and hungry, and Ro had a feeling this would end in blood either way.

cole 05/17/2020

So yeah, Cole was more accustomed to getting smacked around than most of the other girls - but fuck, that didn't mean it hurt any less. When she looked up at them, his hand print was a scarlet brand across her cheek. It was there in the square of her shoulders, a quiet rage as her gaze darted from one face to the next. "How many what in Salem, Roland?" She spat his name out as if it were venomous, the only leak of anger in an otherwise placid tone. "Women who'd put up with this weirdo misogynistic kink shit? My guess would be slim to none."

// jack 05/17/2020

"Shut the fuck up, witch. Don't play helpless and dumb - we know what you are. Tell her, Ro!" The witch thinks she has something using Rolands name. Jack will not stand for it. When he looks back at Roland it's slow-expectant. "You gonna let her pull the wool over our eyes. Pretend the shit she said was a lie?"

// roland 05/17/2020

“You ain’t doin’ nothin’ to help yourself right now,” Roland explained, voice less harsh than it should be. He could tell Jack’s patience was running thin. Finally, he tears his gaze from Cole, and meets his friends gaze. “No, the fuck I am not!” He spat out, feeling torn in two different directions, but a small peek at the witch they’d captured and Ro made up his mind. He pulled out his pocket knife, a fancier one, a gift from his dad, and flipped it open. Breathing in deep, Roland shut down the last of his humanity, and turned to Cole once more; but this time? The last bit of softness that he had held onto while looking at her was now hard and unfeeling. He got down on a knee so their eyes were level, and held the blade up under her chin. “You are a witch. Dunno how. Don’t care. You are here, and you will tell us everything.... or you won’t, and I’ll make you tell me.”

// cole 05/17/2020

It was the first time that Cole had feared the hunters - not for what the other girls thought they were, but that they'd fooled even her. After all, it was the same boy she'd slept beside not even 24 hours prior who held his blade to her throat. Cole's nostrils flared with controlled breaths. "I think you guys have taken the whole witchcraft festival too seriously. But go on," this time she stared directly at Roland, spoke in the same seductive tones she'd whispered to him in before. "Slit my throat. See how far that gets you."

// jack 05/17/2020

Finally, they were moving how Jack thought they always should. He'd started approaching Ro from behind, back up in the most literal sense. "You heard her, Ro," he claps his hand onto Roland's shoulder and smiles. "The lady would like a demonstration. Be a fucking gentleman."

// roland 05/17/2020

It was the most fatherly thing that Jack could’ve done, and it made Roland feel like a kid again; his first successful hunt, shooting the buck... his first badge in Boy Scouts... everything he would do well, a clap on the shoulder. Roland nodded slowly, realizing at once Cole wasn’t going to cooperate and that they’d gone too far to give it up now. Roland reaches out, fingers brushing along her collarbone and across her chest, pushing her hair out of the way when he reached her other shoulder. “We already got to your friends. Marina, and Belen...” They’d be sending their warning shots too, their threats. “You told me yourself. I found your book. You’re one of THEM,” he finally spat out, moving the blade lower so it pressed into her collarbone. “Witch.” He said, officially, looking back at Jack once more for a final encouraging note of approval, and pressed the knife in to make the first letter; “W”.

// cole 05/18/2020

They weren't her friends - they were women she'd spent a handful of times in the same room with at best and yet, Cole froze at the mention of their names. They'd underestimated them, hadn't thought to recognize boys with easy smiles and drinking habits to be wolves in sheep's clothing. Now she snarled.

"You and your mommy issues can go. Fuck. Yourself." She punctuated the sentiment by spitting straight into Roland's face and braced herself for the pain. Despite everything, she knew he wouldn't kill her - but she hadn't expected torture either. The knife ripped through her skin and a pained noise, much like a wounded animal, left her lips. Cole struggled before he could strike again; the wound was deep and blood pooled along her skin, quickly staining her white shirt as she tried to jerk away.

// jack 05/18/2020

Jack's mouth thinned with aggression, letting loose a snarled and angry sound. "You're playing *real* fucking rich for someone in a piss poor situation. Thought I made it clear not to **talk to him like that**." He yelled the last of his words, coming behind Roland as he spoke to throw another splitting blow against the side of Cole's face. He's used his fist this time and his own knuckles were left hurting from the force. This would bruise her eye. Jack was sure.

"This can stop, girl. Whenever you wanna shut the hell up and tell us what we want." *Stop*, as Jack and Roland both knew, did not mean *release*, but it didn't take a genius to know being that obvious with murder wouldn't get you any answers. "Give us some names or Ro'll give you a nice pretty tattoo."

// roland 05/18/2020

She knew way too much, and Roland bristled at her comment - the less she had got to speak, the better, especially with Jack hovering right there. He backed up after she spat on him, taking his shirt off and wiping his face, figuring it was best to keep it off to avoid getting blood stains. Jack wasn’t kidding about work clothes. “What is Genevieve Ceoi’s connection to this?” Ro asked, coming closer again, trying a new approach. Once he got close, he paused to look at her, in worse a shape than he’d ever expected to find Cole. “Tell me who the others are you,” he said it quietly, as if a private conversation was taking place. “Remember what you said? Fuck everyone. Just tell me, now.”

// cole 05/18/2020

The blow was hard enough to make her see stars; Cole's head reared back from the force of it and when it lolled forward again, her face was bloody. She was dazed, the meaning of Roland's words delayed; it was the urgency in his tone that she latched onto. "Remember last time you looked like that?" In my bed. Cole turned her head away from him and wiped her mouth clean, smearing blood across her shoulder. She had no loyalty to Genevieve - it was her fault they were all in this fucking mess. "She's our ringleader. Coven Supreme, you could say." She could tell from the sudden stillness in the room that she'd won over their attention. "She's the one who - who orders us to collect Salem's babies so she can make potions from their bones."

// jack 05/18/2020

The hunter was sure to keep his eyes trained on the witch, smirking when she finally righted herself. "See, Ro. You're being too nice to the bitch," He'd moved back to admire his work, giving Roland room to do the same. Now he stepped closer, not wanting to give the two and their strange connection any room. If Roland was hexed, as Jack suspected, the witch could call him at any time. "What's she really want you all to do? What's the fucking goal?"

// roland 05/18/2020

It felt like ice that suddenly ran through Roland's veins when she confirmed the suspicions the hunters had about the historian. Mason had been right, it seemed. Ro clenched a fist, for a moment forgetting that the women they held captive was human at all; simply an enemy, and the angry glint of his eyes and his snarled lip, pulled back from perfect teeth, showed that disconnection between Cole, the girl... and Cole, the sorcerer. "She's bullshittin'," Ro stated with a pissed off tone, wiping the knife's blade on his jeans as he stepped in close to Cole once more, preparing the blade to make another cut if needed. The tip just slightly pressed in, enough to puncture, and he held it still under her collarbone beside the wobbly W he'd already given her. "No... more... lies," Roland instructed her, voice calm but pure chaos in his expression. His words were unciated with the blade being pulled downwards, lighter this time, but still leaving a line, taking the shape of an "I" for witch. "Tell me how you got magic, how Genevieve got magic, and what the fuck it is y'all are plannin'. Trust me, Cole -" Ro winced when he said her name, thankful his back was to Jack. He leaned in, whsipering low. "You don't want me to let him take over. You do not."

// cole 05/18/2020

From her fleeting interaction with Jack, it was clear to see the man had anger issues and was desperate for an outlet. It was Roland's face that terrified her, devoid of the emotion she'd been privy to before, replaced by a glittering madness that burned behind his eyes. She grit her teeth as he tore through her skin again. It was difficult glaring at him through her one good eye, but Cole managed. "Trust you? You're fucking psycho." She pulled at the rope restraining her wrists behind her back but the knots were tight. "Fuck it - you really wanna know? Then I can't tell you. I need to show you." It was adrenaline coursing through her veins, helping her to think more clearly despite the splitting pain blossoming from where her head had cracked against the wall. "I'll show you what she made us do."

// jack 05/18/2020

That surprised him, sure that Roland was unable to see past the witch. A new anger started burning at the thought he'd been duped by this girl, even for a second. "I knew you had a fucking death wish," Jack's voice was low, a threat merely in the tone. "Didn't think you were this stupid." He'd walked to the other side of Cole, prepared to hold her still as Ro continued his carving. "You think he's carving you for dramatics?" Now behind her, Jack's taunts grow hard, gripping her with tight calloused fingers. "We don't need a demonstration, bitch. Whole world's gonna know who you are." He nods Roland to continue, smirking.

// roland 05/18/2020

I’ll show you. It gave Ro pause, frozen in place, losing some of the wild look in his icy blue eyes. His whole life, the focus had been on being a Bishop; strong and proud, unstoppable. But... there was Bancroft in him, too, sorely unnoticed. Suddenly he was hit with curiosity, and he reached out a hand to stop Jack from getting too rough just yet. “Hold- hold on...” he muttered, glaring hard at Cole as he tried to figure out her angle. Was there a way to control her AS she did magic? And... why hadn’t she done any yet? Now, he glanced around the room, as if just now realizing she could be just holding back. They had no idea what these witches were capable of... and as curious as Roland was, his fear only took seconds to win over the hunger for more knowledge. By now, his heart was racing, a massive pull within him causing pure chaos in his mind. Her promise of a demonstration, her pained expression, blood soaked t-shirt, and Roland felt like he was losing his grip on reality. “Bitch!” He finally cursed, shaking his head, hair falling directly into his eyes as he all but lunged at her- Jack’s grip on her keeping her still enough so he could quickly- messy, far less calculated and perfect as earlier - add the rest of the word. witch. “If you had anythin’ WORTH showin’, you’d ‘a done it by now, wouldn’t you?” He hissed out, air coming out in a gush as he backed up, exhausted from his own overwhelming burst of emotion. The results were written across her chest in haphazard, uneven letter strokes.

// cole 05/18/2020

It had almost worked. Cole had seen the humanity flicker back into Roland's eyes, but it vanished just as swiftly as it had appeared. Then the knife was back in his hand and - searing pain, gouging deeper in his haste, her sobs curdled as she struggled and begged for him to stop. Cole felt the blade curve just above her breast to form the letter 'C' and, retching, she promptly emptied the contents of her stomach by their feet. Even once he was finished the trembling didn't stop; if anything it grew wilder, her slight frame vibrating in Jack's hands.

Then, complete stillness.

"Rooooo - land." Despite her bent head, the voice that called to him was strident, sing-songy and buoyant. Most crucially, it did not belong to Cole. "Where are you hiding?" The voice chuckled and in Jack's palms, Cole's shoulders shook along with the sound. "Are you being good?" Only then did the girl look up. White light poured out from her eyes and focused on his face.

// jack 05/18/2020

In the same moment that Cole went still, a shiver ran up Jack's spine. It's distinct, the way the hairs on his arm stood to attention. He felt the room grow colder- the moment truly turning his bloody fantasies to a reality he'd always anticipated but never known. Magic was real. Instincts wanted him to let go of the girl but Jack held firm, tighter even, his fingertips dug into her shoulder in ways that would surely leave marks.

"Ro..." The word was as much a warning as a question and Jack looked at his friend for answers he was unsure he'd receive.

// roland 05/18/2020

The heart that had once been racing now stopped entirely, skipping a beat, and every bit of color drained from Roland’s face the moment Cole made the first sound. He knew that voice; it was impossible not to know that voice. He was rooted to the spot, shocked and more terrified than he’d ever felt before, not even realizing when the knife fell and hit the ground with a metallic twang. “M-m.. mom,” Ro breathed out, voice pinched and scared and strange, the only word he could get out in response to Jack’s question. His heart kicked back into overdrive, and he began to shake, quivering hand going up to grab his hair as he took another step backwards from Cole. “Mom?!” Another step back, and he hit the wall, pressing into it with his back. “Stop that! Stop it! Stop!”

// cole 05/19/2020

The spirit inhabiting Cole's body - his mother or whatever it was - cocked the witch's head. She glanced down at the gaping wounds and clucked her tongue. "Oh Roly, what have you done?" There was a hitch in her breath; she curved her shoulders in towards her body and a fresh rivulet of blood spurted down her chest. "My sweet, sweet boy... this isn't you." The voice trembled and when the spirit lifted Cole's head, there were tears sliding down her bruised and battered cheeks. Even as the sobs grew more distraught, Cole's expression remained blank. "They've poisoned your mind. Stay kind, my love. Remember the stories I used to tell you."

// jack 05/19/2020

He'd never known Roland's mother but it didn't take much to understand what was happening . The ghost that spoke through Cole's lips was obvious, so far from the woman he'd punched moments before. As Roland scrambled away, Jack let go of the girl and stepped backwards, his words almost a growl. "Stop this now, witch." It seemed the only one here.

// cole 05/19/2020

Her head snapped towards the other hunter with unnatural speed, mouth curling into a sneer. "Speak up, boy, if you have something to say. I won't hold my breath." The wrongness was amplified when she spoke, the smoker's drawl of a man thrice her age. "You think this will make you any better than your lush of a father? He's a waste of space - and you?" She threw her head back with a hearty laugh. "Mark my words, he'll die an embarrassment and as will you, boy. You've smeared our name into the dirt and the dirt is where you both belong."

// roland 05/19/2020

Though relieved when the ghost inhabiting Cole's body switched attention from him, and changed it's voice, Roland still shake the horror. Logic spun rapidly in his mind, trying to explain it away, but there was no use; no one but his mom had ever called him Roly Poly, and there was no way Cole or Jack could've known that. The pain in Cole's voice when she spoke as his mother had broken Roland's heart, and before he realized it, tears clouded his vision and he was rolling his body to the side as he retched, emptying the contents of his stomach onto the floor.

// jack 05/19/ 2020

All too swiftly their plans were falling apart, he saw it in Roland as this phantom mother called to him. In truth, it was the voice of his Abuelo, mocking him, that turned the tides. He felt his blood run hot and suddenly he was lunging across the room, nearly slipping in the accumulated excrement's as he did.

"I've had ENOUGH of you!" It was deep and anguished and nearly inhuman. His fist was reared high, smashing Cole hard enough to pop a tooth from her lips. It wasn't enough, not with that fuckers voice haunting his mind. Jack was a mess of fists, pounding until he was ripped off the girl, his rage broken with bloody knuckles.

// roland 05/19/2020

Ro wasn't a stranger to blood; he was accident prone, and a hunter of wildlife, and a boy scout. But when his vision cleared of tears as he blinked hard, his mother's words still carving his heart into pieces, and Roland caught sight of Jack's unhinged attack on the witch... even he, in his madness, felt himself grow sick once more. Swallowing down his bile, Ro pushed off the wall shakily, grabbing Jack's arm as he rose and yanking him away, both hands now clapsing his shoulders. "Take a walk!" He growled, voice husky and raw from his shouts earlier. "Get yourself cleaned up. Take a shower, 'n fuckin'- just fuckin'-" Ro figured he should, too, his knees so weak and his stomach churning due to the metallic smell of blood in the air. "We got time. Take a break, man. Before she does somethin' else fucked up."

// cole 05/19/2020

Jack's savage attack had worked - their ghosts were gone, leaving no trace of their presence behind. Instead, all that remained was Cole's beaten and unconscious body, still bound to the chair which had tipped onto the floor from the blows. Her face was swollen and bruised beyond recognition. And the air was thick with blood, enough that there were footprints from where Jack had stepped away.

// jack 05/19/2020

He'd lost something in the midst of the swings - lost himself honestly. When Ro pulled him away, when he looked at the beaten witch, even he was surprised. It takes him a long while to respond. Even then its only a grunted "Yeah." He turns, halfway to leave. "Don't let her go," he warns, then leaves to clear his head.

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merriammusicinc · 5 years

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Featured Easy Guitar Song: Sweet Caroline - Neil Diamond

Beginner Guitar Songs

Brand new to learning the guitar? Learning how to play the guitar is a wild journey that can be as easy or as difficult as you want it to be. Beginner guitar players should start with the basics and work their way up in song difficulty over time as you become more and more proficient. Learn the fundamentals of the guitar with these easy guitar songs for beginners.

Stay With Me - Sam Smith

Brown Eyed Girl - Van Morrison

Sweet Child O' Mine - Guns N' Roses

Creep - Radiohead

Hallelujah - Leonard Cohen

Hey Joe - Jimi Hendrix

Knocking On Heaven's Door - Bob Dylan

Stand By Me - Ben E. King

Mockingbird - James Taylor

I Can’t Explain - The Who

Die Young - Kesha

Sunday Bloody Sunday - U2

Dynamite - Taio Cruz

Heart Of Gold - Neil Young

Time Of Your Life - Green Day

Imagine - John Lennon

Free Fallin' - Tom Petty

Viva La Vida - Coldplay

Wonderwall - Oasis

Wonderful Tonight - Eric Clapton

Featured Beginner Guitar Song: Wonderful Tonight - Eric Clapton

Easy Acoustic Guitar Songs

The acoustic guitar is a versatile instrument that you can take with you nearly everywhere. Next time you are at a party, on vacation, sitting around a campfire, have the skills and repertoire to impress your friends with these 20 easy songs to play on acoustic guitar.

Stairway to Heaven - Led Zeppelin

Good Riddance (Time of Your Life) - Green Day

Wanted Dead or Alive - Bon Jovi

Patience - Guns N' Roses

Free Fallin' - Tom Petty

More Than Words - Extreme

Have You Ever Seen the Rain - Creedence Clearwater Revival

Layla - Eric Clapton

She Talks to Angels - The Black Crowes

Everlong - Foo Fighters

Let Her Go - Passenger

Nothing Else Matters - Metallica

Hey There Delilah - Plain White T's

The House of the Rising Sun - The Animals

Crazy Little Thing Called Love - Queen

Over the Hills and Far Away - Led Zeppelin

Ring of Fire - Johnny Cash

I'm Yours - Jason Mraz

Silent Lucidity - Queensrÿche

Every Rose Has its Thorn - Poison

Featured Acoustic Guitar Song: Free Fallin' - Tom Petty

Electric Guitar Songs

The electric guitar can produce incredible sounds you will recognize anywhere. Learning the electric guitar doesn't need to be an overwhelming feat, below you will find 20 of the most hard hitting electric guitar songs you need to add to your repertoire so you can lay down some heavy riffs.

Iron Man - Black Sabbath

Whole Lotta Love - Led Zeppelin

“Master of Puppets” – Metallica

This Means War” – Avenged Sevenfold

Sin City - ACDC

Cherub Rock - Smashing Pumpkins

I Can't Quit You Baby - Willie Dixon

It Hurts Me Too - Elmore James

Smoking Gun - Robert Cray

Girls Just Want To Have Fun - Cyndi Lauper

Smoke On The Water - Deep Purple

Blitzkrieg Bop - The Ramones

Wild Thing - The Troggs

Two Tickets To Paradise - Eddie Money

Smells Like Teen Spirit - Nirvana

Still Got The Blues - Gary Moore

Doesn't Remind Me - Audioslave

Born Free - Kid Rock

Rockstar - Nickelback

Fire Flies - Owl City

Featured Easy Electric Guitar Song: Iron Man - Black Sabbath

Classical Guitar Songs

Classical songs when played on the guitar have the unique ability to captivate and inspire the audience like no other instrument. Unfortunately few guitarists choose to learn classical guitar songs due to a lack of mainstream popularity. Stand out from the crowd of guitarists and showcase your skills with by learning how to play some of the worlds most famous pieces of classical music on the guitar. These classical songs on the guitar have a special place in our heart, check out our top 20 classical songs to play on the guitar.

Cavatina - Stanley Myers

Lonely Shepherd - Gheorghe Zamfir

Canarios - Gaspar Sanz

Guitar concerto in D – Vivaldi

Libertango – Piazzolla

La Catedral - Augustin Barrios Mangoré

Capricho Arabe - Francisco Tarrega

Recuerdos de la Alhambra - Francisco Tarrega

Gran Vals by Francisco Tárrega

Fantasia No. 10 by Alonso Mudarra

Ave Maria – Schubert

Malaguena by Michael Lucarelli

Fur Elise - Beethoven

Moonlight Sonata - Beethoven

Prelude in D - Caracassi

Ode To Joy - Beethoven

Air On The G String - Bach

Theme From Water Music - Handel

Lullaby - Brahms

Bourree Op. 17, No. 5 - Le Couppey

Featured Easy Classical Guitar Song: Fur Elise - Beethoven

Country Guitar Songs

Country music is a blast to play and the guitar is the country artists instrument of choice. Country songs are some of the easiest to learn how to play on the guitar and with a little bit of practice, you can be picking right alongside your favorite guitarists. Learn how to play some of our favorite country hits from Willie Nelson to Carrie Underwood with our beginner's list of the top 20 country songs to play on the guitar.

Ring of Fire - Johnny Cash

Take Me Home, Country Roads - John Denver

Tennessee Whiskey - Chris Stapleton

Guitars, Cadillacs - Dwight Yoakam

Wagon Wheel - Darius Rucker

Bottoms Up - Brantley Gilbert

On the Road Again - Willie Nelson

Sweet Home Alabama - Lynyrd Skynyrd

Broken Halos - Chris Stapleton

Chicken Fried - Zac Brown Band

Blue Eyes Crying in the Rain - Willie Nelson

Sunday Morning Coming Down - Johnny Cash

Bad Moon Rising - Creedence Clearwater Revival

Whiskey Lullaby - Brad Paisley

Les Nuits avec mon ennemi: Brown Eyed Girl - Van Morrison

Fast as You - Dwight Yoakam

Angel of the Morning - Juice Newton

A Satisfied Mind - Porter Wagoner

Before He Cheats - Carrie Underwood

Good Directions - Billy Currington

Featured Easy Country Guitar Song: Sweet Home Alabama - Lynyrd Skynyrd

Christmas Guitar Songs

Christmas time is nearly upon us once again and it is time to break out the guitar and start to string our favorite Christmas songs. Gather your friends and family near the Christmas tree and have them sing along to the best Christmas songs on the guitar. The classical Christmas carols we all know and love are actually incredibly easy to learn how to play on the guitar. Here are 20 of the best Christmas songs you should learn how to play on the guitar.

Jingle Bells

Drummer Boy

White Christmas

Santa Claus Is Coming to Town

God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen

The Christmas Song

O Come All Ye Faithful

A Merry Little Christmas

Joy to the World

O Little Town of Bethlehem

Winter Wonderland

Last Christmas

Rockin' Around the Christmas Tree

All I Want for Christmas Is You

We Wish You a Merry Christmas

Blue Christmas

Wonderful Christmas

Sleigh Ride

Santa Baby

Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow!

Featured Easy Christmas Guitar Song: Jingle Bells

Easy Guitar Chord Songs

Learning chords on the guitar? If you are a beginner guitar player or just want some easy songs on guitar, you've come to the right place. These 20 songs with easy guitar chords are perfect for practicing and getting the fundamentals down before moving on to more advanced pieces. Be sure to practice and the chords and switching between chords for each song as it will speed up your learning process tremendously!

Fire – Bruce Springsteen

The one I love – REM

Eleanor Rigby – The Beatles

Three little birds – Bob Marley

Zombie – The Cranberries

Chasing Cars – Snow Patrol

Otherside – Red hot Chili Peppers

Brown eyed girl – Van Morrison

Tush - ZZ Top

I Can’t Quit You Baby - Willie Dixon

My Best Friend’s Girl - The Cars

What I Got - Sublime

Low - Cracker

Cherub Rock - The Smashing Pumpkins

Not Fade Away - Buddy Holly

I Need My Girl - The National

Skinny Love - Bon Iver

Rock Me Baby - B. B. King

He Didn't Have To Be - Brad Paisley

(Don't Fear) The Reaper - Blue Öyster Cult

Featured Easy Guitar Chord Song: Chasing Cars - Snow Patrol

Easy Rock Guitar Songs

There’s nothing as thrilling as your fingers blazin' across the strings while strumming a good rock song. As a beginner guitarist you obviously want beginner songs, but they should also be a ton of fun to learn how to play. Our list of the top 20 rock songs on guitar not only covers that, but it also gives you a set of awesome rock songs to add to your repertoire.

Stairway to Heaven - Led Zeppelin

Layla - Derek and the Dominos

Smoke On The Water - Deep Purple

Sweet Child O' Mine - Guns N' Roses

Smells Like Teen Spirit - Nirvana

Free Bird - Lynyrd Skynyrd

All Along the Watchtower - The Jimi Hendrix Experience

Sultans of Swing - Dire Straits

(I Can’t Get No) Satisfaction - The Rolling Stones

Seven Nation Army - The White Stripes

Sweet Home Alabama - Lynyrd Skynyrd

Johnny B. Goode - Chuck Berry

Walk This Way - Aerosmith

Eruption - Van Halen

The House of the Rising Sun - The Animals

Beat It - Michael Jackson

Wild Thing - The Troggs

Heartbreaker - Led Zeppelin

Whole Lotta Love - Led Zeppelin

Sunshine of Your Love - Cream

Featured Guitar Rock Song: Stairway to Heaven - Led Zeppelin

Guitar Love Songs

Is there anything more romantic than to serenade the love of your life with a beautiful guitar love song? We're willing to bet she will get goose bumps along her arms and tears in her eyes but that she’ll also never forget that time when you played her a love song on your guitar. We've put together 20 guitar love songs that you can learn with ease. Pull out your guitar and start strumming along to these beautiful love songs and watch your sweetie's heart melt.

Can't Help Falling In Love - Elvis Presley

Like I'm Gonna Lose You - Meghan Trainor

Love Story - Taylor Swift

Crazy Little Thing Called Love - Queen

I’m Yours - Jason Mraz

More Than Words - Extreme

Just the Way Your Are - Bruno Mars

She Will Be Loved - Maroon 5

Your Body Is a Wonderland," John Mayer

Thinking Out Loud – Ed Sheeran

You’re Beautiful – James Blunt

Crash Into Me – Dave Matthews Band

Wonderful Tonight – Eric Clapton

Marry Me – Train

Heaven – Bryan Adams

Wanted – Hunter Hayes

I’ll Be – Edwin McCain

Stay With Me – Sam Smith

Something – The Beatles

Everything – Michael Bublé

Featured Easy Guitar Love Song: Love Story - Taylor Swift

Easy Guitar Tab Songs

Guitar tabs for beginner guitarists should be easy and fun. Guitar tabs are a simplified form of musical notation that is easy to share. This list of songs with easy guitar tabs is comprised of popular hits that are easy for a beginner student to quickly pick up on, and learn how to play the guitar.

Are You Gonna Be My Girl – Jet

Cocaine – Eric Clapton

Smells Like Teen Spirit – Nirvana

Walk This Way – Aerosmith

Taking Care of Business – BTO

Harder To Breathe – Maroon 5

The Joker – Steve Miller Band

My Generation – The Who

Iron Man – Black Sabbath

Pretty Woman– Roy Orbison

Crazy Train – Ozzy Osbourne

Sweet Home Alabama - Lynyrd Skynyrd

Stairway to Heaven -Led Zeppelin

Seven Nation Army - The White Stripes

Blackbird - The Beatles

Nothing Else Matters - Metallica

The House of the Rising Sun - The Animals

Come as You Are - Nirvana

Smoke On The Water - Deep Purple

Hallelujah - Jeff Buckley

Featured Guitar Tab Song: Smoke On The Water - Deep Purple

Christian Guitar Songs

Are you looking for ways to incorporate your love of the guitar with your love of God? You have your choice of popular Christian songs, but many new guitar players struggle finding songs they want to play at their appropriate skill level and become discouraged. These 20 easy Christian guitar songs are easy to play for a beginner guitarist but are also very popular, members of your church will be sure to be singing along with you.

Above All - Michael W. Smith

I Surrender - Hillsong Worship

Holy Is the Lord - Chris Tomlin

Good Good Father - Chris Tomlin

Lord, I Need You - Matt Maher

O Come to the Altar - Elevation Worship

Hosanna - Hillsong United

God of Wonders - Third Day

At the Cross (Love Ran Red) - Chris Tomlin

Come as You Are - Crowder

Your Grace Is Enough - Chris Tomlin

This Is Amazing Grace - Phil Wickham

Came to My Rescue - Hillsong United

Forever - Chris Tomlin

Nothing Is Impossible - Planetshakers

So Will I (100 Billion X) - Hillsong United

Everlasting God - Chris Tomlin

Reckless Love - Cory Asbury

Do It Again - Elevation Worship

Build Your Kingdom Here - Rend Collective

Featured Easy Christian Guitar Song: Good Good Father - Chris Tomlin

Kids Guitar Songs

Teaching kids to learn and love playing the guitar doesn't need to be hard. Kids want to play songs they know and love but can become discouraged if their initial learning process is filled with boredom and difficulty. Teaching kids the basic guitar fundamentals with simple, familiar guitar songs can be an excellent learning experience that will grow their interest and confidence in learning the guitar. Check out these 20 guitar songs for kids that only use a few chords, these songs will give them to confidence and motivation to continue learning.

The Ants Go Marching

Yankee Doodle

Three Blind Mice

The Muffin Man

Ring Around the Rosies

Little Red Ridinghood

London Bridge Is Falling Down

Hot Cross Buns

Gingerbread Man

Happy Birthday

Cinderella

B-I-N-G-O

The Bear Went Over the Mountain

Hokey Pokey

Twinkle Twinkle Little Star

Mary Had a Little Lamb

Row, row, row your boat

Old Macdonald

Head Shoulders Knees And Toes

Im A Little Teapot

Featured Easy Kids Guitar Song: Happy Birthday

Easy Pop Songs On Guitar

Many guitarists picked up their first guitar because they thought it would be awesome to learn how to play their favourite pop songs on the guitar, and they weren't wrong. A big stumbling block for people looking to get their start learning the guitar can be picking the appropriate song for their skill level. Slow and steady is the motto for long term success and it definitely applies to learning the guitar. You can still learn how to play your favourite pop songs on the guitar you just need a little help finding the right ones. We've compiled a list of easy pop songs for the guitar that you can begin to pickup in only a few minutes, check out our list below.

I'm Yours - Jason Mraz

Brown Eyed Girl - Van Morrison

Blackbird - The Beatles

Thinking Out Loud - Ed Sheeran

Hey There Delilah - Plain White T's

Dust in the Wind - Kansas

Every Breath You Take - The Police

Wonderful Tonight - Eric Clapton

Under the Bridge - Red Hot Chili Peppers

Love Yourself - Justin Bieber

Crazy Little Thing Called Love - Queen

Yellow - Coldplay

Take Me Home, Country Roads - John Denver

Zombie - The Cranberries

Let Her Go - Passenger

Hey Jude - The Beatles

Here Comes the Sun - The Beatles

A Horse with No Name - America

Photograph - Ed Sheeran

Can't Help Falling In Love - Elvis Presley

Featured Easy Guitar Pop Song: Thinking Out Loud - Ed Sheeran

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