South Park one shots (prob not gonna post 😭 also cover art mine uwu)

Creek 😝💕 (kill me)

Authors note:  the characters are like at least 13 or some sh/t idk :P Sooo....like I'm gay. Really gayy. Im a lesbo. So if you have the displeasure of reading this....womp womp. AND NESS U KNOW WHO U R. READ This and I'll quiz you afterwards >:> and to everyone else enjoy/ make fun of my sh-tty writing!!! (Also my art :D)—————_______________________________________________________________________________________. 
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Warning: may contain major gay fluff and cringe along with a side of no no words (fluff means romance for idiots btw)

Tweeks POV:
Oh man, oh geez! This is all going wrong, like, majorly! None of this was part of the plan, Jesus! What do I even do now?! We're all gonna be toast, especially me! And why am I stuck obsessing over that monotone dude, Craig. We're not even, like, actually remotely gay! It's just the peer pressure, man, from those exchange students right?! Ahhhhhhh! I'm freaking out! Someone help! I can't even breathe!
And just when I'm about to lose it completely, I get grabbed, and when I finally regain my composure, guess who's there? Craig, with his hands on my shoulders, staring at me with those dead, peaceful eyes of his. Great. Just great.______________________________________________________________________________________________________

Craig's POV
Monday mornings suck big time. But seeing my "boyfriend" freaking out? That's a whole new level of entertainment. I couldn't just leave him like that, so I dragged his sorry ass outside for some air. Embarrassing? Hell yeah. But I had to step in, you know, for the sake of... whatever we are.

After some serious calming down, I finally got him to focus. "Seriously, can you go one fucking day without losing it?" I asked, hoping for once he'd keep it together.

And what does he do? Glare and flip me off. Classic Tweek move. In my humble abode (the fuck is wrong with me, humble abode?!?💀)...that's practically a greeting. It's kind of hot, I guess. But no, I'm not into guys. Okay, maybe we kissed once or twice, but hey, we get paid for it. Damn it.
Lost in my thoughts, I felt his coffee breath on my cheek. Gross, but strangely familiar. I found myself staring into his intense eyes, totally captivated. Don't tell anyone, but I kinda love the smell of his breath on Monday mornings.. (Why the fluff did I write that please laugh 😭) He's a total jerk, just like me. Far from perfect, drives me insane with all his quirks and craziness. But damn, he's got this way of making me happy. I'm not head over heels for him like he is for me, but who am I kidding? I love the guy more than I care to admit. He's like my favorite and least favorite person rolled into one.

I must've been staring because suddenly he's all panicky, blabbering about whether he screwed up or something. "Did I... do something wrong? Don't give me that look! Are you mad? Why are you staring at me like that?!?" He was really worked up.

But being the jerk that I am, I just rolled my eyes and shoved one of my earbuds into his ear. Classic move.
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Tweek's POV:

I felt slightly pissed off as Craig just ignored my stressed but im just relived he's holding my hand even if it's not sincere. I try not to snicker when I hear some depressing music thrown in with some pop. And I couldn't help but smile back at Craig as all my anxiety
Melts away as I think to myself,
Whatever this is, I know isn't Romeo and Juliet love. At least I don't think it's two sided. It Can't be. But, I never expected that. And I never wanted a lover I suppose...I just need someone to stay and hold my hand. Somehow that boy with his sarcastic demeanor and cocky face got me to actually be sort of confident in myself. I knew we wouldn't never ACTUALLY WORK but I love when he'd lay with me so it doesn't hurt. I know I'm annoying too, that's what bothers me the most. I wish i
Was....more like him I guess....or more chill maybe less of a problem....? I just feel
Like EVERY-THINGS WRONG. However I kept a normal demeanor. For me at least. However-Of Course Craig saw through it
And as a result glared at me as he saw my eyes  slightly more red.

"Seriously, can you ever chill out? Or are you just a freaking crybaby 24/7? I've seen you every day for 7 years, and not ONCE were you not freaking out about something stupid," Craig spat out, and I shot him a glare, fighting the urge to throw hands right then and there. Instead, I just scowled before coldly responding, "It's not my fault you're such a prick you don't know how to comfort people if it was for the death of you."

That seemed to get under his skin because Craig shot me a sharp glance. "Oh, FINE. I'll make you freaking calm down, you little crappy, meth-laced coffee addict," he retorted, Craig doesn't really lose his cool, but he does get pissed off sometimes.

"And don't freaking throw goddamn AirPods in my ears and flip me off, you dickface," I snapped back, expecting him to just flip me off and go back to his phone. But instead, he grabbed me, pulling me up close, his eyes intense as he put both hands on my face, leaning in closer. "CALM. DOWN," he said, deadly serious.

"Way too late for that," I muttered, questioning everything about my fucking "boyfriend" because that jerk did something I wasn't ready for.

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Craig's POV:

Yeah, so maybe I did actually kiss Tweek. Big surprise, huh? But let's get one thing straight: I'm not about to admit I enjoyed it more than anything. Nope, not happening. Tweek isn't that annoying, really. I just liked messing with him because I was bored out of my mind. Then Why did I kiss him you? Screw you for asking. Would I do it again? Screw you even more.

But here's the thing that messed with my cold heart: when I did lock lips with that twitchy dude, he actually looked ACTUALLY calm after the initial shock wore off. Why do I feel guilty about it? Screw it, I just pulled him in closer. But hey, at least I got my "boyfriend" to chill out for a bit. When I finally pulled away, I'm pretty sure we were both blushing like idiots. It's different, though, because we're not doing it for anyone else but ourselves.

You know that cheesy thing they do in movies where they stare at each other for ages? Yeah, that happened. After a few seconds, I managed to speak up. "There, you coffee spaz. You happy?"

"Yeah... I'm sooo happy," Tweek replied in a mocking tone, but I could tell there was something more behind it. For once, I smiled slightly, just caught up in the moment, and looked at him, blurting out on impulse, "Tweek, answer me this... it's a weird question, and you hate pressure, but do you... love me? I mean, like, not for the town, but for us? And it's cool if you don't have an answer..."

Tweek goes silent, and I wait. I'm in no rush.

"Yeah... Oh jeez... man, I guess..." he finally responds.

"Yeah... me too, honey. Me too. ___________________________________________________________________________\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\|\\\|\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\|\\\|\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\|\\\|\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\|\\\|\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\|\\\|\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\|\\\|

Authors second note: I'm so sorry. Please forgive my sins. I'm sorry. Sorry sorry. I'm so sorry. Besides to ness. Pookie im in your walls you better of read this birrrrrchhhhh or else......I will be sad :( if you liked this...pookie there's probally not gonna be many more one shots unless I get bored shitless again :P