#*my.fics

tags: established relationship, Boyfriends Doing Stupid Shit, craig and those guys

warnings: (brief mentions of) minor injury

word count: 1403 (oops)

a/n: i’m honestly so so sorry for how late this is AHHHHHH!! i started it nearly a month ago and have been too preoccupied to finish it until today, i hope it doesn’t disappoint!!

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It all started when Clyde stumbled through the crowded hallways with Token in tow, their hands clasped tightly together, before barraging into the first empty classroom they could find. Clyde was panting heavily as he shoved the door closed behind them. Token was just confused.

“Dude, what the hell is going on?”

Clyde, still panting, turned to him with wide eyes and a panicked expression. “Craig is in,” a wheeze, “detention for three hours,” another wheeze, “this afternoon.”

Token frowned. “That’s, like, routine for him. What’s the hassle?”

The varsity-clad boy leant on the nearest counter, taking a moment to try to catch his breath and wipe the sweat off his brows before elaborating, “The new planetarium in Denver is opening later and, whooh, the first thirty to enter get, ah, premium membership, so they can, like, phew, enter free of charge and bring friends for free and get discounts at the shops and shit.”

“Oh,” Token replied quietly. While not particularly within his or Clyde’s own spheres of interest he could already picture Craig crossing the days off his calendar in anticipation for it, but if he was being kept at school for dete– “Oh, shit.”

“Exactly.”

“Why’d he go and get himself in detention then, that fucking dumbass?!” Token demanded, although now that he thought about it he didn’t think he could remember Craig receiving any punishments from neither school nor family within the last month. “Like what happened?”

“He overturned Cartman’s lunchtray on his head yesterday. Someone said it was ‘cos Cartman was slingshotting fries at Tweek, someone else said that Cartman had stolen Craig’s own money to buy that lunch, someone else said that Cartman had threatened to poison Stripe. I don’t know, dude, the story changes each time. But the point stands: he’s being kept at school until six and the planetarium opens at four.”

Token scrunched his face with his thumb and fingers into a deeper frown. God-fucking-dammit, Craig, what happened to your restraint?

“Which is why I have a plan to get him out!” said Clyde.

Token looked at him skeptically. “What’s the agenda?”

“What?”

“Why do you care so much about this?”

“He’s my best friend!”

“I’m right here, fucker.”

“Boyfriends can’t and don’t count.”

Token rolled his eyes. “So what’s your oh-so-genius plan?”

“Basically, we’ll pay Stan to dress up as Craig, right, and we’ll tell him to wait in the toilets until Craig comes. Meanwhile, Craig will ask Mr Mackey if he can go piss and Mr Mackey will wait outside. Inside, Stan will be hiding in one of the cubicles and they’ll swap, so then Craig stays hiding in a cubicle while Stan goes with Mackey back to detention. Then we all get the fuck out and get Craig to Denver.”

“Do you take constructive criticism?” asked Token, mentally listing all the factors that could go wrong, Stan and Craig looking nothing alike apart from their hair and Stan’s potential unwillingness to help being a couple of them.

“Nope!” Clyde responded way too happily.

“This is without a doubt the stupidest plan you’ve ever had,” said Token, shaking his head. “I’m in.”

[3:11] Token: r u sure craig knows what 2 do

[3:12] Clyde: yes

[3:12] Token: and that stan knows what hes getting into

[3:13] Clyde: duh

At last, Token thought to himself, only two more minutes until Craig’s gonna ask for the toilet. But the purple-clad boy was getting impatient, from his high view of the bathroom beyond the iron grate he could see Stan checking his watch every few minutes and fiddling with his new royal blue chullo, and Clyde was barely communicating. Token still didn’t understand why his boyfriend insisted that they both be present for the break-out when neither of them were really necessary, but then again he could understand wanting to watch it all unfold from the safety of their well-hidden but chilly ventilation shafts.

After what seemed like an age in itself, a new text finally pinged through, shortly followed by more:

[3:15] Clyde: okay he just asked

[3:15] Clyde: lmao mackey’s pissed off that he didn’t go before it started

[3:15] Clyde: wait

[3:15] Clyde: fuck

[3:15] Clyde: hes really pissed man

[3:15] Clyde: he might not let him go

[3:15] Token: UH

[3:16] Token: WHAT

[3:16] Clyde: oh thank god theyre going

[3:16] Token: i hate u sm

[3:16] Clyde: okay theyre gone b on the lookout

Just then, the bathroom door opened with a shriek and in walked Craig. His eyes drifted up to the shaft and met with Token’s, who gave him a thumbs-up. Craig did not respond, and instead approached Stan’s cubicle. They swapped places once both were in, Craig sitting on the toilet with his feet off the ground and Stan tracing Craig’s steps out of the bathroom. Mr Mackey’s voice warbled through the door, “Y’alright in there? Don’t take too long, m’kay.”

Stan simply opened the door and walked out without a word, following Mr Mackey down the corridor. Once the door swung shut with another squeak, Token mouthed a silent “yes” to himself while Craig smirked from his cubicle hideout.

But then the texts started to ring through.

[3:21] Clyde: UH

[3:21] Clyde: TOKE

[3:21] Clyde: GET CRAIG OUT OF THERE

[3:21] Token: what’s going on??

[3:22] Clyde: MACKEY KNOWS

Token just about caught himself from yelling in frustration. He didn’t bother to read the rest, instead he started mouthing at Craig “GO! GO!” while waving in the direction of the door. Craig frowned at him, to which he waved and pointed more urgently. But still Craig did nothing.

“You absolute dumbass,” muttered Token as he pushed at the vent grate. It swung up and open, but not quickly or quietly enough for his liking. He squeezed through and jumped down to the tiled floor just as a new text pinged through.

[3:23] Clyde: FUCKING RUN MAN I CAN SEE HIM WALKING DOWN THE HALLWAY

Token threw open the cubicle door to see Craig’s bemused face. “Fucking run, dude! Mackey’s coming!” Finally catching onto the urgency of the situation Craig followed him out of the door, both of them wincing at its piercing screech. They turned the corner just as they heard stomps from the hallway, before a booming “Craig! I know you’re hidin’ in that bathroom, m’kay, and you better come out if you don’t wan’ detention for a week!”

How he hadn’t heard their footsteps, Token had no idea, but he felt no inclination to complain as they turned another corne-

“Look at him go,” whispered Clyde, watching as Craig gazed up at the constellations splattered across the skies displayed above. The theatre was packed but silent if not for the occasional rattle of a crisp packet, all completely captivated as meteors shot across inky darkness, satellites and moons alike danced around lonely planets, stars blinked down at them as if they themselves were the quiet watchers.

Well, all but Token. He was looking, but not above.

It didn’t take for Clyde to notice. “Dude, that’s gay.”

“The pot calling the kettle black.”

“What? I’m not black…”

Token had to roll his eyes at Clyde’s legitimate look of confusion. “It’s an expression, dumba-.”

“Will you asshats shut the hell up?”

Craig was already halfway to the gift shop by the time Token and Clyde dawdled out of the theatre.

Token grabbed his boyfriend’s arm, stopping him in his path. “Two questions: one, are you sure you don’t need, like, a hospital or something? You can barely walk.”

Clyde rolled his eyes. “I mean, I did bust a ventilation shaft in the ceiling and fall like ten feet to the floor right on my ankle right as you guys were rounding the corner.” He took one look at Token’s bemused expression. “I’m fine, man, it’s all good.” He took the taller boy’s hand and they continued their easy pace to the shops and exit area, clasped hands swinging between them.

Token wasn’t finished. “Two, why did you do it?”

“Well.”

“Clyde.”

“You know how premium members can get discounts for all the shops and bring friends for free and shit?”

Token nodded.

“Well…” Clyde tailed off. As he pointed to the new planetarium’s only restaurant, the words Taco Bell proudly emblazoned over the entrance.

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for those whose requests i haven’t completed yet: i’m sorry, a bunch of stuff (mostly family drama) has been happening in my personal life leaving me feeling incapacitated in basically all ways. i shall get to them, it may just take a bit of time!!

summary: a thunderstorm arrives, a rare event for south park: tweek is delighted, but craig? not so much.

tags: fluff, thunderstorms, canon compliant, hurt/comfort, tweek’s a good boyfriend, craig just needs some hugs (and he gets them)

warnings: none

word count: 2978

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a/n: this was based off various headcanons on tumblr based around tweek loving thunderstorms and/or craig hating them. i eventually gave up on trying to have a plot with some sort of moral in favour of self-indulgent fluff, so i hope you enjoy reading this as much as i enjoyed writing it!!

(i would have posted the full thing here but tumblr wouldn’t let me post past a certain paragraph count, so a preview will have to do)

preview:

Craig rolled his eyes. “No but really, why are you watching this?”

“Mom and Dad told me to catch the bus home if there’s a blizzard tonight, so I do actually wanna see what the forecast is.”

“But this show’s gay.”

“You’re gay.”

Craig rolled his eyes again but smiled, as Cartman’s familiar twangy voice announced, “And now here’s Token Black with the weather! Not exactly ice cream weather is it, Token?”

“Oh, I wouldn’t advise going out for Friday sundaes tonight, folks, as a thunderstorm is due to hit at around three this afternoon and is expected to last for most of the evening!” Token replied, his smile at the camera practically screaming for help almost as much as his unnaturally deeper voice.

“Dude, the fuck happened to Token?” asked Craig, unimpressed.

“Whenever Cartman’s involved expect Token to suffer,” replied Tweek by instinct, but his mind was elsewhere.

tags: hurt/comfort, established relationship

warnings: alcohol mentions, pill mentions

word count: 554

a/n: i haven’t read a single crenny fic so i hope this isn’t too similar to other ones out there dkfjhgkj

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“Kenny, why the fuck are you up there?”

Kenny was sat amongst the highest branches of a rather tall fur tree, barely visible even under the bright moonlight but clearly level with Craig’s bedroom window.

“I was trying to get into your window!”

Only… “My window’s closed.” 

“I thought if I threw enough cones you might hear me and wake up!”“But I’m down here.” 

“Well yeah, I can see that now, but I thought you were– wait, why are you out so late? It’s midnight, dude!”

“Why are you here so late?”

“I was trying to get into your window, I already fucking told you–”

“Just get down from there, or be it on your head.”

“Come up here and make me.”

“Why are you like this?” muttered Craig to himself, scrunching his face with his slender fingers.

He wrestled with his keys at the front door before pushing himself in. He turned back on the threshold to raise his eyebrows at the lanky figure still mostly concealed by the dense thicket, but still his boyfriend made no move, so he closed the door behind him.

*

Not bothering to be silent he traipsed up the stairs to the light of the hallway, turning to Tricia’s open doorway. She was a sickly sight, smothered in blankets as sweat dripped down her pale face while their mother held a wet cloth to her forehead, worry written all over her expression. Craig approached the scene while opening the damp paper bag clasped in his hands, pouring its contents onto the foot of the bed. Mrs Tucker immediately grabbed one of the pill bottles with her free hand, then nodded in silent thanks to her son.

*

“How long does it take you to walk up a staircase?” asked Kenny in a huff as soon as Craig had returned to his room and opened the window for Kenny to jump through.

“Tricia’s got a fever, I went out earlier for pills and shit.”

Kenny’s exasperated expression dropped to be replaced by something a little softer. Sympathy, perhaps.

“I’m sorry, man. About her and my shitty attitude.”

“It’s fine, you didn’t know,” replied Craig swiftly. He noticed Kenny’s still-troubled face.

“Why are you really here? Is Karen okay?” he asked, sitting down on the edge of his bed and patting the space next to him in invitation.

Kenny took the invitation and settled down with him. “Still at the hospital for all I know. We haven’t heard anything since I visited earlier, but no news is good news I guess.”

“’I visited’. Did your parents not come?”

“Too drunk, reception wouldn’t let them in.”

Craig frowned. “They’ve been drunk for, like, half a week now, haven’t they?” He knew he was being blunt, but at the same time it seemed that blunt questions were what Kenny needed.

“Yep, and last I saw them they weren’t slowing down,” Kenny muttered quietly.

Craig didn’t need to ask more to connect the dots, he’d witnessed the McCormicks’ drunken disagreements, fighting, shouting first-hand. 

He placed a gentle hand on Kenny’s shoulder, who averted his eyes from the floor to look at his face.

“You want to watch something? They’re airing Queer Eye if you need a distraction.”

Kenny gave him a warm smile. “Thank you, Craig.”

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i officially have a new ao3 account where i have uploaded all the prompted drabbles i have written, with more of both said prompted drabbles and other fics to come!!

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