Warnings: slight mentions of liquor and being tipsy
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“Will are you sure this is a good idea?” You say sounding nervous opening the car door
You and will just got to Tyler and Cat’s house and this would your first time meeting the team, of course you knew Mack but he was the only one you knew, so you were nervous
“Y/n trust me, it’s okay they’ll love you” Will say grabbing your hand and closing the door
You and will walk into the Toffoli house and everyone is already there talking and laughing
“WILL!” Everyone says
Will greets everyone but doesn’t let go of your waist, keeping you by his side
“Wait will do you remember the first time that you saw y/n” toff says
“Oh my god you were talking about her non stop” Mack adds on
You smile at will while a blush creeps across his face
“Uh I don’t think I would talk about her that much” he says laughing awkwardly
“Oh no you did” Sam says “y/n this and y/n that, did you guys see her hair today? Did she get more beautiful today?, it went on and on”
“Ok are we done” will says embarrassed
“And remember when” Toff is cut off by a slight slap in the chest from Cat
“Oh leave him be” Cat says
Eventually after all the teasing dies down and all the drinks catch up will excused himself to use the bathroom leaving you alone with all the guys
“Y/n?” Mack catches your attention obviously slightly tipsy
“Yes Mack?” You say looking at him sort of nervously
“Do you know how much will is whipped by you” he slurs
You smile and shake your head
“He actually cannot function with out you, I swear if you don’t text him before a game he’ll play like he’s never touched a puck in his life” toff add before cat puts her hand over his mouth
“On my god yeah, and remember when she had to cancel plans last minute and he kept missing all my passes at practice” Mack adds on getting more and more giggly
A smile comes across your face, thinking about how much will really does have you involved in his life
“Im sure its not that bad” you say still having that big smile on your face
“Oh no it is, and I’m even surprised he left you alone to use the bathroom, he’s been attached to your hip all night” Sam says
“You’ve got this boy whipped” Eky adds
“Oh you guys are just bugging will, your all acting like you’ve never liked a girl before” Cat says defending Will from the boys teasing
“if he’s not whipped then he wouldn’t have-“ Mack stops himself as Will walks back out
“Wouldn’t have what Mack?” Will says suspiciously
“Hmm? Oh nothing” Mack says taking another drink of his beer
Will Immediately clings to you once again, earning a look from all the guys who can’t hold in their laughs
“Whats so funny about me being with my girlfriend?” Will asks
“Nothing wrong with it, just you act like you can’t function without her” Toff says
“Yeah man, you hold onto her like a kid who clings to your leg” Eky says
Mack laughs again getting a look from Will
“Well sorry I love my girlfriend very much” Will says planting a kiss on your cheek
You blush at his kiss and whisper to him “I love how clingy you are”
“Good, I love that you love that I’m clingy” he says giving a small kiss to your lips
The night continues with more jokes being thrown around, everyone having a really good time. When everything finally dies down you will decide to head home
“You know everyone really liked you” will says opening the car door for you
“Im glad, I really liked everyone too, I’m not even sure why I was so nervous in the first place” you say while he gets in the car
“Yeah they are all very nice, well not to me, but you get it” he says smiling
“Will I did really mean it when I said I love that you’re clingy. I love that you are always by my side, or play better when I’m there at games, little things like that make me feel loved” you say putting your hand on top of his
Will looks at you and gives you a kiss on the forehead
“Im glad, i want nothing more than for you to feel loved” he says placing his hand on your cheek and pulling you in for one last kiss
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A/n: im sorry it’s not the longest, and I Lwk didn’t know how to end this but I hope you guys enjoyed my first written fic, requests open! - Mai
syn; itto cracks reader except he's not in control. poor boy💔
including/warning; no gender speified but itto still uses ma’am, sorry people! anyway, power bottom!reader, itto's on a leash, boobie grabbing, terribly whiny oni, size difference mentioned (obviously this dudes like 5 meters long), tan itto (canon idc), lowkey a self indulgent fic
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"shit..." itto exhales, dissolving into shaky pants.
"that's it, nice and slow." you whisper, watching his thick cock disappear into you. you were dreading the tempo that you set, but itto didn't have to know about that.
he continues to move his hips just as you instructed, slow, but nowhere near steady. his rhythm was sporadic, hips jolting in sudden bursts from the growing urge of speeding up. it was almost torturous with you gripping him like a vice, but unable to move any faster than he was now. he just couldn’t compel himself to act against you.
you can feel the sheets tightening under you from the oni’s grip, as well as his pace slowly speeding up. even for how slow he was going, itto was loud, panting like a thirsty dog at only a stroke or two. you groan, pulling the leash taut, “feels good, puppy?” you purr, your free hand gliding up to cup his pec. you squeeze and massage the soft flesh, eventually flicking and pulling at his nipple. his voice pitches up, his voice only becoming more pathetic.
“fuck-! p-please, ma’am. i can’t…” he gasps, hanging his head down. you watch the muscles on his forearm flex as he tightens his grip on the sheets, and now you’re pretty sure his nails are tearing through them.
you can’t help but giggle, cooing at his plea, “aww, poor you. what do you need, pup?”
“faster, n-need to move faster—” he whines, which is like fuel to you.
“that so?” you continue, voice laced in amusement.
“mhm— yes, yes ma’am!” he stammers.
“c’mere..” you whisper, pulling the leash hard enough to bring itto’s chest right against yours. he grunts before quickly adjusting his arms to be right beside your shoulders. you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling his face closer to yours. “go ahead, puppy.” you say before firmly pressing your lips against his. while you kiss him, he wastes no time adjusting his position and picking up his pace, your combined sounds increasing in volume. itto’s tongue slithers right through your teeth, hunger evident in the way he was matching your movements.
you were doing something to him, his thrusts becoming rougher the longer you kissed him. he pulls away panting, which is quickly cut off by another moan, “fuck! shitshitshit—“ he lifts his head, and you take the chance to latch your lips onto his neck, licking and nipping at his skin.
you aren’t thinking about much, feeling him glide in and out of you was enough to keep you distracted. you start sucking harshly, purple and red marks blooming on his tan skin. itto’s mouth cracks open, agape and letting whatever sounds come up leave freely. you whine as you mark him with every sound sending vibrations through his neck.
you finally pull away and eye the pretty markings that adorned his neck. you nip at your lower lip and your brows knit together, “that’s right, pup— k-keep going, just for me.” a shaky ‘yes ma’am’ comes out before he adjusts himself once again, this time hiking one of your legs higher and keeping it up with his hand behind your knee. when he begins to thrust again, he reaches deeper and you short circuit, eyes slightly rolling back. you can feel your core tighten slowly but surely before you look back at the sight in front of you.
his hair was tied back, but it was disheveled and messy, evidence of you pulling it for some time. his entire face was flushed down to his neck, and his eyes were screwed shut by overwhelming pleasure. you watch his mouth close and let out an almost guttural sound, followed by a grunt on with every thrust. “ma’am, i’m close— really close.” he utters, his voice higher and weaker than before.
“yeah?” you huff. he nods quickly and bites his lip, fangs almost piercing his skin. you get your leg free from his grip and wrap them around his waist. breathless, you speak, “come on, pretty. cum with me.” you hear a quiet ‘thank you’ from him before he begins to hold his breath, short groans coming from him. exponentially, your core tightens before the coil snaps for you both, spasming and tightening your grip on him with your legs. you shut your eyes and squeal, your arms pulling him closer to you. you can feel itto throb as he bottoms out and empties himself inside of you, whining and mewling with no space for silence.
once you both catch your breaths, itto sinks down onto you, his full weight restricting your breath a bit. “hey, big guy.. you wanna not suffocate me?” you chuckled.
“just… let me stay for a sec.”
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a/n; kinda proud of this one people! you dunno how bad i wanted to write this
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Rating: 18+ Status: Completed
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Disclaimer: I don't own South Park nor the AU, which was created by @tuckerenthusiast
Summary: Craig notices the distress in Tweek's eyes as time flies by in the current apocalyptic world and decides that they need a moment to breathe and have some fun.
AN: Alright! First posts here on tumblr! cool! So, I fell in love with the CotD AU and kinda wanted to make a one-shot of it and some doodles. My drawings aren't the best so hopefully my lil' writing makes up for it. ^^ Also! Thank you @murdertacos for letting me use this template beginning.
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He let go of his shaky breath as he wiped off the sweat on his forehead. He bit his tongue a he put his foot down onto the dead corpse and grip onto his ax as he pries it out of the skull. It made horrifying sounds as he did so and the messy blonde-haired boy didn't dare to keep his eyes on it for too long.
He stepped back and and continued to breath shakily, there was no smiles and no play time. There was no room to have fun in a zombie apocalypse.
The beginning of it all was terrifying but almost fun in a way where it pumps adrenaline in your system and all you can think is how a fantasy game turning into a reality but now that the adrenaline was gone, reality hit Tweek in the face. He was more or so brain-washed, knowing that as long as this continues he'll most likely be stuck in a circle of killing undead, scavenging, living, and repeat. Not the funniest thing for a teenager.
At least things weren't too bad. Craig was still here.
A hand was placed a top of Tweek's shoulder, of course freaked out a bit that Tweek had let his guard down he twisted around, his trusty ax in stance to attack. Craig held his hands up with eyes high and stepping back himself till Tweek lowered his weapon and and pushing his hair back in distress. "S-sorry, you scared me." He nodded and and sighed, "Yeah, it's understandable. We're both pretty on edge right now." Craig glanced around with his hand up blocking the sun rays as he scouted for any other near silhouettes. After knowing the coast was clear he glided his hand towards Tweek's and grasping it. "Come on, we can scout through one more house and then head back to camp."
Tweek hesitantly nodded and let out one last sigh before following his beloved.
It wasn't long before they had made it back to the house that they had fort in but the long day had caused anguish on the poor jittery teen. He was strong and was more than capable for fighting but repeatedly doing it can become tiring and a sense of suffering. Craig looked over at him with a small worry. The blond looked more tired than usual and a rather larger frown as he scavenged through the good cans and bad ones that he had picked up. Before Tweek could start looking through his second bag, Craig took ahold of it and looked willingly in the Boy's emerald eyes. "You get some rest I can do this."But,"
Craig jerked away the bag of cans from his companions and looked sternly at him. "You need some sleep, Tweek. I can tell." Tweek sat in silences as he took in Craig's stance before standing up and walking into the other room with their sleeping bags.
The raven boy exhaled and sat down in his area as he continued to sort through all their supplies. He shuffled through the duffel bag taking out the cans and the other types of necessitates that was in there. He stopped in his tracks as he felt something cold like metal within the bag and pulled it out. His brows furrowed in confusion as he saw a perfectly good condition mp3 player with some headphones. It was orange and one of the small long one's that only held music. Feeling intrigued, he turned on the player and luckily it was still operative and has some battery juice left.
There wasn't many songs and they were all pretty old songs too, no modern pop or alternative. Craig continued to listen to the songs landing on one by Elton Jon and even though the songs were pretty mushy feeling it sparked an idea in Craig's head. He stared towards the room where Tweek was at, hopefully getting some shut eye. A mall smile fell on the boy's face as he got up and intended to follow his plan.
Tweek twist and turned in his sleeping bag as he tried to understand his companion. How could he be so, at peace could it be said, on a time like this. Maybe he was and it was hard to see, the raven boy was always one to not exactly personify his emotions towards others. Tweek groaned as he held his head, there was no need to try and sleep. He felt overly exerted and alerted to be able to. He held his position until two knocks came from the door to the room. "Sleep well, honey?"
"What do you think?" Tweek mumbled as he stood up and rubbed his bagged eyes. Craig held out his hands and not exactly thinking or questioning, Tweek took a hold of it and was yanked out of the room. "Wha- C-craig what are you.. you, uh.." Tweek's mouth fell agape as he stared at the newly decorated living room. There were sheets hanging on the roof like streamers and lights illuminating a top of them. The ground was no longer scattered with supplies and was actually really neat. The room was dark mostly from the windows being barricaded and in all it gave Tweek shudders as he stared at the new scenery.
"I wanted it to look like that one night at home-coming but had to improvise." Craig said in a mumble. He took a hold of Tweek hands and guided him over to the middle. "wha- why did you do this?" Tweek questioned as Craig scrummage through his pockets. Craig shrugged in reply and pulled out the orange mp3 player and the ear buds. Tweek looked at it with wide eyes as he remembered picking that up in the last house, he didn't expect it to actually work though.
"It's not the best music but bare with me." Craig said with a smile as he put the ear buds in Tweek's ear. The melody of Elton Jon flowed his ears, the uplifting music and ambiance slowly calming the boy's fears. Craig began to swing their arms back and forth slowly as he took Tweek in circle slowly. It was not exactly "dancing" but it was their definition of it. Tweek stared longingly into Craig's as the raven boy hummed along with the song and sometimes singing a verse in a monotone voice. It made Tweek smile as he slowly understood why Craig was doing this.
Once the song slowly faded out Craig looked Tweek in the eyes and they both hare a small smile. Tweek gave a small hug. "Thanks Craig."
The next song in the playlist began to slowly fade in and Tweek held out his hand. "One more dance, for just the fun of it?"
"Hell yeah."
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AN: aah, that didn't go exactly how i wanted to write it but it's getting late and I wanted to post this now than later. But i think it turned out pretty fluffy. :) Again, the AU fall underneath @tuckerenthusiast and the beginning template is borrowed from @murdertacos ♡
—★₊˚﹟🪐' greetings! this is an n/sfw m/gn!reader blog. (occasionally will write f!reader if im feeling ladylike that day) minors be wary cus i know yall don’t listen but be careful with the content u engage in
—★₊˚﹟🪐' mai, 19, genderfluid and pansexual. writer, editor, shifter
—★₊˚﹟🪐' I write mainly for fictional characters, especially my ocs because i know them best! gn reader more often than m reader!
Characters: Craig Tucker, Tweek Tweak, (Mentions) Clyde Donovan, Eric Cartman
Warnings: Angst, Mention of Chemicals and Physical deformity(ish,,)
Chapter Summary: Craig and Tweek decides to build a pillow fort.
AN: I only got to like 1500 words on this one. I was originally going to make this at least 2000 but no matter. Hope this was a good chapter so far. I wanted to add more on QAQ
Pillow Forts || Chapter 2
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"Maybe we should make a sleepover, like the good times?
We both sat, leaning on the pillow pile we had created within our room fort. Bed sheets littered the room, attached to my bed and chairs plus desks around the room.
Soft blankets consumed the ground for better comfort, and the amazig pile of pillows that we both used as a bean bag or a bed to lay on.
"Sure."
My words lacked excitement but he had not seemed bothered by it. "We could play games and get a ton of junk food," He paused his sentence and seemed to shift around the pillows.
We laid vertically from each other. Only our heads side by side.
I tilt my head to the left to see his own green eyes, the middle and trimming of it exploding with a warm coffee brown color. They stared hopefully back at mine.
We stood this way for what seemed like an eternity. At first this moment felt so calming, soothing, but as tie flew and we just sat this way both of us unsure what to do, it became awkward.
"I- uhm..." My mouth couldn't form anything to talk about and I began muttering ut stuttering words. He had seemed to as well become uncomfortable and gripped his jacket sleeve. His eyes fluttered to different directions but always gluing back onto mine after some time.
As if abruptly out of nowhere, he spoke, "Y-your eyes are really interesting."
My eyebrows furrow together in confusion and I seem to frown a bit. "What do you mean?" It came out more angered on accident and I see the messy blonde tense up from it. "Gah-! I mean l-like a compliment, like, uh like It's pretty how-" He reached over to my left eye as if to touch it to see if what he saw was real before he protested.
I didn't budge, I was somehow okay about this. "your right eye is so blue, but your other eye is much... lighter?"
His hand swapped to my right eye, staring at my lighter one so interested in it's difference. I look down and close my eyes, thinking of a response. How do you respond to something like that..?
Soon after I close my eyes, I felt the warmth of his hand fade away. "I never really notice it when I was younger. Guess it never bothered me, you uhm eye colors." I look back at him with a blank look. "I didn't have it back then."
I saw him shoot his head up and stare at me with confusion. "What?"
"In Middle School, I got some shit- chemicals in my eyes, mostly in my left eye. I was blind for several months but I've gained my vision overtime. Things are still blurry but it's honestly nothing to worry about."
I saw the great concern in his wide eyes. "C-craig... why didn't you ever, ngh, ever told me about th-this?" He shot up from where he was laying at and stared down at me.
I shrug and propped myself up with an elbow to be able to see him better. There was silence and ponder from the boy before he whispered, "Is that the real reason why you never showed up through middle school?"
I kept my eyes on the floor not saying anything and changing the subject. "I'm going to go grab more soda."
"N-no. Craig. Answer me p-please."
He grabbed my wrist pulling me back down to sit in front of him.
"Why... why did you .."
I looked down to the side of me keep quiet. "You sound like an overprotective mom right now, Tweek."
He sighed rolling his eyes in the process. I smiled weakly from my joke before frowning and lifting my hair up away from my eyes then letting it go to plop back on my forehead.
"I... I didn't want you, my friends to know.. uhm, know that I fucked up my eye for being a dumbass."
"Craig, no matter what you do, Ill still be your friend. All your friends will do the same too probably."
"Unless you become some pedo or a hitman. Oh jeezus-! What if you have to kill me. AH- that'd be too much pressure!"
"You can't kill me, Craig!"
I laugh a bit before staring at him, panicking and murmuring things under his breath.
I lay back down on the pillows and close my eyes almost drifting off to sleep of Tweek's soft whispering worries.
I became so comfy in this atmosphere that I had not notice that I had actually fallen asleep.
For a LONG time.
I wake up with a groan and stretching myself out. I look around noticing the fort still intact. Although, there was no sign of a Tweek inside the fort no more.
I had hope to see that same resting blonde as last time beside me for some reason. It felt nice knowing he is able to rest easily like that time and not worrying through out each hour.
The rustling of sheets caught my attention as the front doors to the fort open up and a Tweek Crawls in unnoticed that I was awake.
I get a mischievous idea and fall back onto the pillows and close my eyes as I pretend to be still asleep. The shuffling continues till his presents is right beside me.
I smell the intoxicating smell of strong coffee, and suspect that he had left to go buy coffee. I'm about to get up and yell at him but my mind changes as I feel something- His hand, intertwines with my hair.
My body becomes frozen, I felt bothered yet intrigued to his sudden courage movement. "A-ah, Sorry! I know how you hate people touching you hair even if you're asleep. I just felt an, an urge t-to do so.."
After that, he pulls his hand away from me and I feel much better.
"I got you hot chocolate, I th-thought you'd be awake by now but.. ah I can't w-wake you up."
"You are still asleep, right?"
Of course I kept silent, right then there I was going to jump up and try to scare the shit out of him but he started up talking again. Talking about our past conversation.
"You know, you didn't h-have to lie about your whole eye situation us. In Middle School, we all worried that something happened to you."
He paused for a bit, as if he was thinking or maybe was drinking more of his coffee?
"Uhm, Clyde cried a lot when we figure out you weren't going to school anytime soon. And well..."
"We actually all though you errr.. killed yourself.
....
what?
"Ngh, o-of cou-course I didn't really believe I-it, well I did b-but I didn't want to believe it was true. Cartman was the one who came up to us and said how you weren't coming back and how you uhm did that thing."
"I'm surprise you've never mentioned it? I would've thought someone would have brought it up..."
"I was just glad that it wasn't true and you showed up at highschool."
"Though, I'm pretty sure Clyde was the happiest to see you. He was balling his eyes out."
I heard him laugh and, god, why does that shit makes me want to smile so badly.
I shift my position not noticing and seem to startle Tweek as he cut out a gah.
"C-craig, you awake?"
I stay frozen and quiet breathing in a calming pattern hopefully to give a sleeping impression. I hear him sigh and plop down onto the pillows, accidently throwing one on top of me. I feel him push the pillow off of my head and murmur a sorry my way.
He must be trying to sleep as well as I hear him hum a song. He did that last time before he fell asleep. It must be a habit of his.
He heaved out a sigh and didn't budge as he just laid beside me maybe. I shift around again open my eyes to see his closed and looking up to the ceiling beside me. I slowly began to think through out my day though,
"I'm sorry for being a bad friend."
I pause my thoughts as I hear him speak or more of a whisper. He must still think I'm still asleep.
"You always help me with my problems and calming me down somehow. I haven't even stuttered the past couple sentence! You, you try to help me with my coffee addiction even if it fails, and you hang out with me even when I'm just some stuttering over-panicky kid."
"God, if it wasn't for Clyde who even befriend me and showed me to you... I'd probably be just some loser to you. I'm sorry."
Damn, did he actually felt this way? I stared at him for a bit longer before replying back simply. "Don't be. You help me feel better by just existing and being here."
He opened his eyes and shifted his body towards me staring back, shock in his eyes. I take the time to manage keeping a straight face on staring back at him.
It took a second till he smiled widely holding laughter back. I asked him why with just a, "what?" and he replied with giggles,
"That sounded really gay."
I smile lazily.
"Sorry, I guess I'm not to good with this whole cheering up thing."
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AN: Chapter Three on the way! Hopefully i can post it soon :)
Chapter Summary: A storm blows over South Park and the two boys take cover in a pet shop owned by a familiar face.
AN: whoowee I'd love to write more for this chapter but it already got to 2000 words and it’s getting late. I still got school so I need to get some sleep haha.
Stripe #4 || Chapter 3
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It was another cold day in South Park. The winds were picking up and soon enough some hard snowfall will come. Yet, I still sat outside in the front of the school waiting for him.
I stared back through the gates of the high school as I see the blond boy run out towards my direction. "F-fuck dude, It's freezing out here. I told you could come in with me!"
I shake my head and stand up straight as I was leaning against the frigid metal gates.
"It's fine, I fucking hate the lit/comp teacher here."
"That's fair." He kept silent as he followed beside me on our way out of campus. Although, I'd admit that he was hugging his arms and inching closer to me. I paid no attention to it until something caught me off guard.
"Dude, why aren't you wearing a jacket?" I piped up looking at his pale arms filled with goosebumps. "I don't know?! It didn't feel too cold this morning!" I scoffed and shook my head, "Don't you read the weather before you leave?"
"What, no?? Anyway, who the hell reads the forecast, especially when you're in high school!"
"Touché, Tweek. Touché." I sniffle a bit before taking off my jacket and shaking it off from my hands. "Here." After a long pause and him not taking it, I bring back to my side and look at him.
He was looking down at the ground. "I don't need it." He mumbled. "Jesus, don't get all fucking protective for no reason. I'm offering you my jacket, not a punch in the stomach."
He didn't reply or anything and looked offended for some reason just because of a simple kind gesture. "Fine. Freeze your ass, I don't fucking care." I tie my jacket around my waist and continue to walk in front of him.
Not one sound came from the both of us, you could say it was so quiet that you could hear the specks of snow fall onto the ground. I occasionally looked back to see if he would still be following me and to my surprise he was.
His movement was very frantic and his mouth moved with no sound, almost as if he was trying to talk something out. I dismissed it and began to slow my pace to see if he'd catch up but to my dismay, he mocked my move and went slower as well.
At this point, he was making me pissed off and I stopped right in my tracks. "Why are you mad at me? What did I do?" He stared back at me with hands cupped up to his face.
"Nothing!" He said it through a voice crack.
I bit my lip and furrowed my brows. "Really, because it doesn't really feel like it's nothing, Tweek." He twisted around and growled in frustration.
The snow was starting to fall faster like my anger.
"Look, I'm trying to help but I can't help when you. can't. tell. me. why. you're so upset?"
"Craig the snow is falling faster..."
I gave a confused and rather angered look towards his way. He stared back at me with about the same mix of confusion, anger, and sadness. Or rather was it fear?
Shaking my head, I palm my face with my right hand and walk towards his direction. He flinched as a grabbed his wrist and nudge him in my way. "There's a pet shop close by. We can hang out there until the storm blows by."
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Opening up the doors to the shop, the chimes ring and a high-pitched voice welcomes us in.
"It's me, Red," I yell back and merely seconds later she comes out from the back, taking off gloves. "Oh shit, hey Craig. What's going on?"
I see Tweek wander off obviously because feeling a bit out of place in the conversation so I make my way to Red and continuing the small talk. "It's okay. There's a storm outside so waiting for it to past by."
She stares out the windows behind me and nods in agreement. "DIdn't even know it was going to snow hard today."
"Does no one seriously check the fucking weather?" I say with confusion which I get a laugh back from Red.
"No dude, we're teenagers. I don't get time to check shitty news and, oowh weatherrrr." She pushes me in a teasing way and walks into the back again, probably to continue doing work.
"So, how's your dad?"
"Pft, how's your dad?" I say walking around with hands shoved into pockets and looking at all the rather boring animals.
"Working at the bar, like usual."
"Then, that's probably where my dad is," I reply back in a jokingly way.
I gazed at the ferrets from above with a straight face. These things were too hyperactive and always smelling like shit. Not to mention they're always biting and crawling into dangerous places. I bore into the cage and with a shift of my glance, I saw the reflection of my accompanied blond.
I hold down a smile as I admire his serenity but astonished stance as he looked at the cage of white rabbits. "Hey, Craig. Get over here and lend a hand." I sighed and stroll over to the other side of the store where Red stood hands crossed with a cup of nibble food. "This lil' shit won't eat his food and he's already bit me two times today." I look at her strangely and at what seems to be the empty tank. "Okay, and why should I care?"
She rolls her eyes and shoves the cup into my hands. "Just feed him, you know these animals more than I do. He's underneath the log."
I glare into her eyes once more with confusion before taking the situation into my own hands. I lift the log up slow and quick movement of a guinea pig shifts around the tank. "Hey, hey slow down!" I reach in and try and grab the fucker and succeed but only to drop it back when it bites the intersection of my thumb and pointer finger.
I curse under my breath as the startled moment ends up making me drop the cup of food.
I could see Red stifling her laughter and I glare back at her in response. Grumbling, I pick up a handful of the food and try again.
This time a got a bit less forceful, holding the food in my palm and placing flat on the ground of the tank. I paid all my attention to the guinea pig in the corner and when I did glance over to my side I could see Red looking into the other direction talking to who I presume was Tweek.
"So, you're Tweek, huh?"
"Y-yeah."
"You've befriended quite the douche."
I snort and slash back, "I heard that."
Laughing she says, "Good, I wasn't sure if I was loud enough." Tweek nervously laughs at the banter, "He not that bad, I guess."
"He really isn't, he probably the first most patient boy I've met here in South Park."
"R-really?"
"Really. Like I said, he's an asswipe sometimes, but he actually listens to you. You get many boys like that here in South Park."
"Should I leave?" I say as a joke.
"See? He really listens, and no you're obviously too interested in befriending the stupid rat."
I blink a couple times before actually paying attention to the cage where, to my disbelief, the guinea pig was already chowing down the food in my hand. I hear the small 'wow' from the boy behind me and my face falters to a smile at my accomplishment.
Placing my other hand slowly into the cage, I cup the small rodent in my hand and only feeling safe with it when it's leaning onto my shirt.
"Sweet."
"Oh shit. Craig you hand!" I look over to the now worried Tweek and then raising my hand that had blood already trickling down from the place it was bitten.
"Ooh shit, he did a number on you, brotha. Hold on, I've got an aid kit in the back," and Red fled once again into the back leaving me with a sort of bloodied hand, a bastard guinea pig, and a panicking kid.
"Does it sting??"
"Kinda."
"Man, how are you calm? You've got red juice all over your hand!"
I scrunch up my face, "Okay first, red juice? Second, it's not that bad, Tweek"
Out of words to say, Tweek just nervously sputter grunts and growls trying to avoid eye contact. I didn't care much of it and continued to look down at the guinea pig and scratching its head.
In many ways, it reminded me of him. At first uncomfortable in the forced situation and unwilling to talk about things at that time but you give him time and you acknowledgment he slowly falls into your arms. He begins to trust you, but one slip up and he back to that frantic state.
Maybe, I need to just talk with him.
"Tweek," He turns his gaze my way and I acknowledge him in return. "You wanna talk?" He at first looks confused but being a bit of a different state of mind he nods in reply. "Okay," I sit down on the ground and scoot the food from the cup away and pat in front of me. "sit right here."
He willingly does and I almost feel dominant but then remember this isn't about being the powerful one in the group, this was something different when he was here.
I noticed him still tugging at his sleeves which, in some cases, means he had something to say but didn't want to say anything. I followed his gaze which was, undoubtfully, on my still bleeding hand.
I shuffle where I sit and cover my hand with my jacket so I can cleanly cup the rodent in my hand. "Do you want to hold him?"
"Errr... I don't really like h-holding animals.."
"Just for a bit, so I can clear up the blood."
I keep the guinea pig in the middle of the two of us waiting for him to grab it. With a bit of concern on his face, he lifts his arms weakly and holds his hands out. I lightly plop the animal into his arm and then guide Tweek's arm to his chest. "Hold him like that." He shook his head violently not daring to keep his eyes off it.
I took this time to look around for anything to clean my hand before resorting using my jacket.
"Hey, Red! What's the holdup?" I started out into the store. There was no reply until she comes storming in with her phone pressed against her shoulder and ear. She plops the case with the red cross onto my lap and presses her finger to her lips.
'It's my boss.' I saw her lips speak. I rolled my eyes and she replied with a 'kind' gesture of her hand before walking back.
Looking back to who I was more interested in, there was not much change. He was still staring intensely at the pet and was shaking a little too which freaked the pet a bit too as I could see.
"You can pet him y'know." I said as I took some disinfect wipes out from the white box.
"Huh?"
"He likes small scratches on the head. Like," I lean over and showed a representation of what I meant as he observed. "Like that." He gave a warm smile and followed what I did. I grinned under my nose and continued to clean up the bite.
In the corner of my eyes, I could see him look back up at me. "Do y-you want to name him?"
Raising my eyebrows I look back up at him. "I'm not good with names." I earned a chuckle and he shook his head, "Well, what would you l-like to name him?"
"Knowing me, probably..."
"Stripe number four."
"I think it's a good name." He said with that warm smile. In reply, "I'd like to think so."
"W-well it is! It has a meaning; a backstory to it."
After placing a band-aid on the bite and closing up the box I look back up at him once more, this time with a small smile. "Thanks."
I push the box aside and drag myself closer to the blond. "Do you want Stripe?" He considered but I denied shaking my hand. "He looks comfortable with you." He grins with his eyebrows raised, "Really?"
"Really."
He chuckles and looks back down and strokes through Stripe's fur slowly.
"Do you.. want to talk about what happened, when we were walking here?" I felt a bit compelled to bring up the topic but I wanted to know what was exactly wrong or it'll hold like a grudge.
Either way, he wasn't giving up and fell silent as he kept his full focus on Stripe instead of the question at hand. I sigh knowing my defeat and lean backward.
I felt a bit demoralized that perhaps he wasn't talking because he was still upset about something. That I hurt him somehow.
"If you don't want to talk about it, that's fine."
I just found a real old scrapped fanfic of mine and I'm crying because I had such a good idea for this but I never finished it and shit, now I wanna finish it but like in already working on 6 other fanfics at the moment. So, if this story intrigues a decent crowd I may take it into consideration to continue writing it. 😄 (there was a prologue and a bit of writing for the first chapter on the draft so ill go ahead and share it here so you can get a taste.) ... It was Mid of May, the school dorms were far from sterile. The halls not any better but with the amount of rednecks that came to this school, no one really gave two shits. Partially of the senior year kids were cluttered into a tight room about ready to be given some sort of lecture. It was noted that the classroom they were in was the new elective that was put into the school. They called it "Classroom Environment." In the opinion of most of the students, it was just another hippy and faggy thing to elect. Unfornately, most of the seniors were forced into the class whether they'd liked or not. Many complied as there were pluses to be in the class like skipping school to 'frolic through the crispy air of wild flowers.' It was basically made to help teens appreciate the surroundings around them. But since it was the last month of the school year, it really didn't mean much other than extra points on their school credit. Except for one little project that wasn't saw coming, shot right in all the students faces. ... Chapter One || Class Project (Draft/W. I. P.) (Craigs pov) Pulling down my mask, I looked over my masterpiece that was held upon the wall like that was it's canvas per say. I shook the can of purple once more and held a piece of cardboard against the wall, slashing a light purple line. It was a skull, a dark and rotting rose tucked into the left eye socket. In my opinion, this was a pretty cliché thing to mural on walls. But the weird goth kid paid a 50 for this in the back of the school so I didn't decline. I sat down, taking off my mask and pulling out my phone from my jacket pocket. 12:30, 5th had just end. That's perfect. I put all my spray paint cans into my backpack, but taking out my hat first and shoving it onto my head. I slug the bag on not taking note at how light it had gotten from using up half the cans today. I head upwards to the back door of the school.
