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craig seemed awkward, unaware of how exactly to approach this situation. he didn't think that simply not speaking would cause such a reaction ━ he shuffled his feet some, hesitantly getting closer to tweek so that he could place a hand on his shoulder.

            ❝ tweek, dude━ calm down. i'm not mad at you. ❞

that was the genuine truth. craig really just had other things on his mind━ his skateboard he'd recently broken and had yet to fix, assignments he had for his classes, that weird squeaking coming from his car . . . he had just been enjoying tweek's presence. well, had been. now he was just concerned.

he took it upon himself to grab onto tweek's hands, a gentle attempt at easing his fingers out of his already damaged hair. ❝ i just was thinking about a bunch of shit. quit freaking out. everything's fine. ❞

❝ 𝘉𝘶𝘵, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙨, 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘳, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙮 𝙝𝙞𝙜𝙝. ❞ ♣

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The soft haze of dawn was just oozing out from the horizon line, and Tweek crept up the farmhouse stairs as quietly as possible to avoid waking up the rest of the Marshes.  He squeezed through a crack in Stan’s bedroom door and found him right where he left him—sleeping against the wall with his head propped up on a pile of laundry.  Tweek didn’t have the strength to get him up into bed, and if he was comfortable enough to fall asleep there, so be it.

Stan had just fallen asleep three or four hours ago, but Tweek hadn’t slept a wink, instead helping himself to the Marshes’ coffeemaker downstairs.  If he fell asleep with Stan, he would not have been able to wake up in time for his Sunday morning routine, which had to start much earlier, on account of him being at the farm instead of in town.  He rarely slept on Saturday nights—even though he had an alarm on his phone, he was always worried about missing it.

He stood over Stan and pressed a toe into his ribs, once, then again.  “Wake up,” Tweek commanded, just slightly lower than his regular tone.  He didn’t want to speak too quietly so that Stan actually would wake up, but it felt blasphemous to disturb the sunrise—and the other sleepers in the house.

there was only a groan from the pile on the floor in response. stan was already a heavier sleeper in the first place, the alcohol making its way out of his system only weighed him further down. for a moment it seemed he only processed that it was tweek's voice, his arms reaching out beside him. and then tweek commanded once more━ wake up. stan finally opened his eyes, just slightly, enough so he could catch of the blonde standing over him.

            ❝ jesus christ━ what time is it ? ❞ stan complained almost immediately, as his room was still dim due to the sun not being entirely out yet. he rolled onto his back, rubbing his eyes in an attempt of waking himself up further. ❝ . . . why am i on the floor ? ❞ there was just too many things for stan to process that quickly.

slowly, but surely, he lifted himself up and stretched out his back with a soft crack. he sighed in relief from that, and scratched at his bare chest before looking up at tweek once more with squinted eyes.

            ❝ man, what are you talking about ? church ? since when━❞ an obnoxious yawn interrupts him, ❝ since when do you go to church ? ❞ his next question was 'do i really have to?', but he kept it to himself at the moment. there was an underlying fear within him, returning to the church and getting . . . judged. but if tweek really wanted it, he would do it.

he'd just have to complain about it.

stan lifted himself off the floor, giving tweek a lazy kiss to his forehead once he was steady.  ❝ . . . why'd you let me sleep on the floor ? ❞

❝ 𝘉𝘶𝘵, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙨, 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘳, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙮 𝙝𝙞𝙜𝙝. ❞ ♣

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𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐢𝐟 𝐢 𝐠𝐨 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕠𝕦𝕥𝕨𝕖𝕒𝕣 𝕞𝕪 𝕨𝕖𝕝𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖

But whatever. The past was the past. If Tweek got over the fact that their parents were in cahoots of sorts, who's to tell Kenny to worry about it?

Whatever destructive noises came from Tweek's place weren't heard from outside, not over the roar of the beat - up old engine in Kenny's car, or during his way up. Knocking didn't seem to do much― must be listening to music?― so he'd just let himself in, wander the place looking for him.

Finding him in distress was just about the last thing Kenny expected.

Wasn't the first time he'd found anyone like this. Old customers that had turned into distant friends, the family he'd lived with his whole life, he'd seen some freak - outs. May not be his job, sure as hell wasn't certified, but within seconds he was knelt next to Tweek, hands gentle when grabbing for his face, but firm enough that he shouldn't get pushed away. “Hey, hey, Tweek, you hear me? S'Kenny―”

Fuck, that wide - eyed stare caught him off guard. Threw him off his groove. He hadn't even noticed how Tweek grabbed at his wrists. How's he even do that. All fucking eyes. Shit.

One arm slowly snaked around Tweek's back as he was tugged closer, the other hand dropping to the floor to keep himself propped up. “Whoa, hey, no, shh, it's okay. M'here. No apologies, 'kay? I gotcha...” Uncomfy leaned over, Kenny shifted on his knees, the hand on the floor now being able to unzip his parka to get at least one side around the both of them. And after a real short moment, he chuckled. “...yakno, if anyone should apologize, it's prob'ly me. For smellin' like weed.”

the smell of weed wasn't unfamiliar━ it was almost comforting, because it was kenny. and kenny was warm, and the feeling of his parka shifting around him was slowly bringing him back to reality. he didn't respond with words, instead tucking his arms into his parka so they could cling onto kenny better. his face buried into his chest, silent as he shook against him.

normally, tweek wouldn't have been so willing to throw himself into the arms of . . . well, anyone. he kept to himself when he was having these issues, when episodes struck him harder than a brick to the temple. but kenny's hands were so gentle, and he'd been coming around more anyways so maybe━ maybe this was okay to do. maybe he could find comfort in that obnoxious orange offered up to him, just for the moment.

            ❝ don't you always ? ❞ tweek attempted to joke with a shaky, muffled voice. his hands gripped the back of kenny's shirt, and his head had moved so his cheek rested against his shoulder instead. the least he could do was apologize. it was all he had, really, after having a fit when he was supposed to be hosting kenny.

            ❝ i'm okay, i just━ had a fight with craig. it's fine. it's over. can i just . . . ❞ tweek squeezed kenny gently, wanting to hang onto the warmth for just a bit longer.

i think the world of you.

your hair looks really nice like that.

you have great taste in music.

you should be very proud.

you inspire me.

i can tell how much time you put into that.

i enjoy spending time with you.

i look up to you.

that was incredible!

thank you for all you've done for me.

i'm so proud of the person you've become.

did you cook this? it tastes amazing.

i don't know who i'd be without you.

you saw me when i was invisible.

that was really brave of you.

you did a really nice job.

thank you for caring about me.

that was a brilliant performance.

i've always admired you.

i'm so lucky you love me.

you always manage to make me laugh.

i'm very proud of you.

that was great! let's try it once more.

how can i ever repay you?

it's so great seeing you do what you love.

you catch on quick.

i loved that book you recommended.

you're so brave.

i've never met anyone as kind as you.

i see you as a role model.

let's go out to dinner and celebrate!

you clean up nice.

i love what you've done with the place.

you did everything you could.

i couldn't do this without you.

did you do this all by yourself?

you're really easy to talk to.

i'm a better person because of you.

i knew you could do it.

you're so cute.

your kindness drew me to you.

i always believed in you.

you make it look so effortless.

you always check to make sure i feel comfortable.

your passion really inspires me.

that looks like something out of a magazine.

i always knew you had it in you.

i trust you.

i admire your ambition.

your hard work paid off.

you never gave up.

you're such a strong person.

you have such beautiful eyes.

i admire your confidence.

no one else would listen to me. you did.

i can always depend on you.

i'm glad we met.

you always care about my input.

you're my hero.

i'm so glad we're friends.

you're more than enough.

you smell so nice.

i can tell you've been practicing!

you blow me away.

▸   @multiparked​   ⟶   ❛  no, i don't like this! i'm humiliated! (kyle @ craig :3)  ❜   ╱   (  carried , accepting .  )

“Poor Kyle,” Craig said with an exaggerated frown because it was the best one he could manage.  The guy was such a goddamn drama queen all the time, and he didn’t know whether to be annoyed or amused by it presently, but the somewhat patronizing tone he had adopted suited both moods.

kyle wasn't clumsy often, but of course when he did slip up, he could barely walk. really, he had expected to be forced to walk it off and deal with the consequences of that later. getting picked up by craig was a shock, and embarrassment was the most violent thing he was feeling. there were already eyes on him after tripping, and he could feel them on him as he was carried by his boyfriend.

feeling the fingers in his ribs, kyle gave a groan of frustration.

            ❝ fucking━ fine ! okay, you're right. fine. ❞ kyle admitted defeat, especially when he really didn't want to have to walk on it. and craig was willingly carrying him right now. as humiliated as he felt, he forced it down to chill out and accept the help.

kyle's hand gripped craig's shoulder, a grimace plastered across his features━ he obviously wanted to keep complaining, but he bit his tongue. at least until he relaxed some, and squeezed craig's shoulder gently. then he spoke out, voice low, to guarantee only craig would hear━

            ❝ . . .thank you for helping me. ❞

▸   @multiparked​   ⟶   ❛  “ i’m here to give you love and never lose you ” (kyle @ craig!)  ❜   ╱   (  black panther , accepting .  )

“Gay,” Craig stated before he could catch it.  Kyle could get pissy with him when he perceived Craig as not treating a situation with the gravity it deserved, but he was only capable of taking life and love so seriously.  Even so, a warm dust of color alighted on his cheekbones and steadily inched toward his nose.  That was the wrong thing to say, and he didn’t need Kyle reminding him.

Other people would be more eloquent, would be able to meet such a declaration with an equal level of romance, not feel the need to swat it off of them with casual homophobia.  “Sorry,” Craig murmured, looking at a spot on the carpet.

            ❝ bad news, craig, you're a boy dating a boy. that's pretty fucking gay of you, ❞ kyle spoke with an amused look in his eyes. there was a part of kyle that was getting used to craig's need to react initially with humor, but the other part really did wish he would just shut up and say 'love you too' sometimes. still, he couldn't help but let out a soft laugh when he apologized.

            ❝ thank you. as shocking as it sounds, i kind of like having you around. even if you're a pain in my fucking ass. ❞ kyle ended his sentence by giving craig a rough, but playful, kiss to his temple. he threw himself back into his seat on the couch, looking craig over for a moment. he lifted a hand and brushed his fingertips over his blushing cheeks. well, it was always good to know he could get a reaction like that. now it was time to annoy craig.

 kyle pinched his cheek gently, speaking with an awfully teasing tone.

            ❝ look at that. are you blushing ? ❞