#ler!tweek

Tweek couldn’t believe his luck.

It was 4 AM in Denver, and (like a normal person) Craig had fallen asleep hours earlier. Now (like an absolute weirdo) Tweek couldn’t stop staring at him. 

He was lying on his side with his legs curled up to his bare chest. The plaid comforter was hiked up to his neck, but he had unconsciously shifted so his freckled back was exposed to the open air. His hair was adorably tousled, bangs and baby hairs combining to frame his face with a jet-black halo. Craig’s lips were curled into a soft grin, sleepy and content, his lashes fluttering with each rotation of the ceiling fan on high. 

Tweek practically yelped in flustered excitement when his gaze fell on Craig’s stretch marks. They emerged from the waistband of his boxers like the tentacles of the last sea anemone on earth, and Tweek was feeling a hell of a lot like a homeless clownfish. 

The blond cursed under his breath where he stood, both at Craig for being so impossibly cute and at himself for being such a softie. His frail chest ached with unrelenting admiration, but even in this state Tweek knew he would be a fool to let a vulnerable moment with his tin man go to waste. 

He crawled into their shared bed with an impressive lack of grace, managing to step on every pile of clothes in sight like lily pads on a pond. The wind escaped him in a sharp exhale as his back hit the mattress, having fallen next to his boyfriend with far too much force after nearly tripping over a web of charger cords. 

Tweek rolled over onto his side, gasping with a violent twitch when his amber eyes met Craig’s cobalt ones. 

“AH FUCK!”

The blond was immediately smothered by a pair of warm arms and soft kisses to his temple, a tried and true method to slow his thundering heart.

“Sh-shit, Craig! You scared the shit out of me! I thought you were asleep!”

Craig buried his face into Tweek’s chest, groaning in earnest.

“Mmh—I was, babe, until your clumsy ass woke me up.” 

The embrace was swiftly returned with a little whine, as Tweek endeavored to find those familiar divots near the base of Craig’s back. 

“Oh hush, you grouch!” He tried to tease, though it came out as more of an awkward squeak. “I just wanted to cuddle!” 

Craig chuckled, arching reflexively into Tweek’s gentle caress along his spine. The characteristically stoic man couldn’t help the soft little noises that escaped him as Tweek’s slender fingers continued their descent. 

“You’re lucky that feels good.” He hummed, nuzzling deeper into his boyfriend’s comparably shallow chest—partially for comfort, but mostly (though he’d never admit it) as a defense against the heat rising to his tanned cheeks. 

“Because you are being so fucking loud right now, my love.”

Tweek ignored the insult entirely, instead letting his overactive brain ruminate on Craig’s first comment. His smile grew to occupy a quarter of his pale face as he softened his touch just enough to make his boyfriend squirm—an evil amalgam of mushiness and malice.

“Yeah? That feel good, Craigie?” 

Craig grunted lowly as he began to writhe in the blond’s grasp—not enough to escape, Tweek noted, though the larger man was more than capable. 

“Oh?! I think you like this, handsome.”

Tweek raked his nails across the bumpy terrain of Craig’s lower back, reveling in the whines and wiggles that grew increasingly desperate as Tweek inched toward his boyfriend’s love handles.

“Fuhuck baby—hehe—you’re tihihickling me!”

Craig’s arms were still wrapped tightly around Tweek’s midsection, his face burning with a blush that the blond could feel even through his tattered sleep shirt.

Tweek gasped in mock surprise, a sharp poke into the fatty pocket of Craig’s torso accompanying his dramatics. 

“Oh no, baby! Am I really tickling you? Should I stop?!”

Craig balled his fists behind Tweek’s back and beat gently on his bony shoulders, his final attempt at self-restraint before giving into the giggles.

“Youhouhou ahahasshole!”

Tweek smirked darkly into Craig’s neck. His excitement was far more palpable—and audible—than normal as he practically squealed out every word. 

“That didn’t sound like a noooo!!”

Craig whimpered in delicious surrender as Tweek’s nimble fingers found the hollows of his armpits, bubbly laughter spilling from his parted lips with an air of relief.

“Ohohoho nohohoho—FUHUHUCK! Thahahat tickles—hehehe!!”

Tweek was beaming now, coy and cocky, as he indulged in the dampest, hairiest trenches of Craig’s body. He nuzzled his face into his boyfriend’s jaw, letting his stubble torment the dark-haired man’s cheek, his canines grazing the outer shell of his ear.

“All you gotta do is say stop, my love,” Tweek rasped. His confidence was through the roof as his tongue darted forward, licking an all-too-ticklish stripe up the side of Craig’s neck. 

Craig groaned against Tweek’s shoulder, his pitchy giggles turning squeaky as the blond dragged his blunt nails over the delicate lattice of his ribs.

“Shihihit—hehehe! Dohohon’t teHEHEase you FUHUHUCKER!”

“Tease?” He cooed, scratchy voice laced with faux disbelief. “I’m just trying to give you a way out of this ceaseless torture!” Tweek giggled, his lips brushing Craig’s as he toyed with him.

“But I think you like this, pretty boy—you haven’t tried to fight me off once.”

For once in his life, the witty man was rendered speechless, his parted lips yielding to uncontrollable laughter and whines. Tweek’s steady, reassuring grasp made Craig all the more squirmy and sensitive as his skin tingled with a lethal combination of residual sleepiness and fresh fluster. 

“Hehehehe—Tweehehek! Bahahaby, fuhuhuck!”

“Oh honey,” Tweek hummed—his syrupy sweet voice rattled around Craig’s skull and settled in the depths of his chest.

“You are so fucking cute, I just can’t help myself!”

Tweek grinned—a cheesy, crooked smile that oozed admiration—as his wriggling fingers stilled. His teasy nibbles turned to supple kisses all over Craig’s pink face.

“Hehehe, Tweekers, thahat’s enough!”

He obliged, pressing a conclusive kiss to the center of the dark-haired man’s nose. After a while, he pushed himself back from their prolonged hug, drinking in Craig’s disheveled countenance. 

“Was that fun, cutie?”

Craig just grunted, nuzzling his head in the crook of Tweek’s neck.

“Aww, my baby’s so sleepy,” Tweek laughed softly, shifting their bodies so Craig was positioned on top of him, their eyelashes fluttering together. 

The blond sighed contentedly, soothed by his boyfriend’s weight. “Go back to sleep, my love.”

Craig raised his head lethargically, a goofy smile tugging at his lips as he cocked a bushy brow.

“Tweek.” He deadpanned (in proper Craig Tucker fashion), “You absolutely cannot tell me to go back to sleep when it was your gay ass who woke me up and tickled the shit out of me in the first place.” 

Tweek just giggled again, conceding to Craig’s statement with a satisfied sigh.

“But you liked it, didn’t you?”

Craig smirked from where he rested on Tweek’s chest, knowing damn well that jittery fucker already knew the answer.

Stan and Kyle get into the most tickle fights

Kenny lowkey wishes they include him more, but he's scared to ask

They don’t really like tickling Cartman, but they will if he stepped a line (Cartman doesn’t like to be tickled)

They don’t take tickling seriously unless it's with Cartman, in that case none of them will stop till he's in tears.

Kenny seems like the least ticklish one, but that's only because of his parka; it's so thick that it blocks out tickles, and when they're rough enough for him to feel them, it usually hurts more than tickles

When Kyle and Stan first thought to reach under/unzip his parka, it was the death of Kenny (not actually)

Tweek and Craig get into tickle fights a lot too

Craig is definitely the one that can last the longest

This doesn’t mean he isn’t that ticklish, he could just take it for longer

Kyle is the most ticklish, then it's Butters, Kenny, Stan, Tweek, Craig, and then Cartman is the least

I literally LOVE the hc where Kyle has like a crazy ticklish neck and ears

Stan abuses this a lot (love him)

Wendy is a switch, and all the girls are scared of her when she's in a ler mood

They all think tickling is gay (but like not actually, it's an excuse) 

They all enjoy it to some level, other than Cartman 

Stan once tickled Kyle into admitting he likes it, and Stan would never let Kyle never live that down

Craig has random lee moods, but he's more of a ler

He also provokes the shit outta everyone when he’s in a lee mood

Kenny likes being tickled, but he’s scared to tell anyone out of fear of the others feeling bad they didn’t include him before (poor baby)

Kenny has the most contagious laugh

He has a scream laugh when you hit a good spot, but like bubbly giggles everywhere else 

Also he giggles when someone threatens him with tickles

Poor Kyle, the most ticklish, gets red at the word

“Yeah and then he was all like “does that tickle your fancy?” like what the fuck? Are we living in the 1800- wait what? Kyle? You good man? You’re all red, did I say something?”

And poor Kyle is like, “Yup! Uh huh, all good” LMAOO

Kyle’s most ticklish spots are his neck/ears, upper stomach, and knees

Kenny’s most ticklish spots are his arms (especially his forearms), hips, and stomach

Stan’s most ticklish spots are his ribs, armpits, and thighs/behind his knees

Craig’s most ticklish spots are his armpits, biceps, and back

Tweek’s most ticklish spots are his sides and hips (forgive me, I don’t know too much abt him yet) 

Butters’ most ticklish spots are his stomach, neck, and ribs 

Cartman’s most ticklish spots are his stomach and thighs

Cartman stays out of tickle fights because he doesn’t like having to work to get someone to laugh (he orders around other people and the only reason they actually do it is that they get to tickle someone)

Butters has a very cute laugh, very bubbly and sweet

Stan and Kyle team up on Kenny because Kenny refuses to let them pay for him

Kenny repeats the word “no” hoping his ler would listen to him (spoiler alert: they never do)

“Nonono- Noho! No dohon’t do this- Noho tihickles! Not fahair- Nononono- NOHO!”

Butters starts giggling like a madman like it makes his ler laugh too 

“Butters! I’m gonna getcha!” “Ahahaha! Wahahait!” “Wait what?” “I- eheheh- I-I ahahaha!” “Duhude, what? I’m nohot eleven toughing yohou!”

Stan swears so much while he’s being tickled, it’s so funny

“FUHUHUCK Duhuhude! Dohon’t fucking tihihickle mehehehe yohohou dihiHIHICK! FUHUHUCK! SHIHIHIT- WAHAHAIT-”

Craig snorts when you tickle his armpits

Kyle… poor Kyle.

His face gets so red, and you can see it in his eyes how excited he is, but he denies it

He also gets very giggly

Kyle, Kenny, and Butters like being tickled the most

There’s a difference between in the reasoning for them liking it though

For Butters, he just loves to laugh and have fun 

For Kenny, he loves the attention and love he gets (I’ll speak more on this in a second)

For Kyle, he feels like he had to grow up quickly, and he likes being treated like a kid once in a while 

Back to Kenny (I LOVE HIM I’M SORRY) he was getting tickled by Stan and Kyle and Stan kinda went “you’re so cute, man!” and Kenny got RED-

They then soon figured out how Kenny gets so blushy when he gets complements and Stan and Kyle find it adorable

I think I made this clear, but Stand and Kyle team up on a lot Kenny, it’s rare that only one of them is tickling him

Butters and Kenny tickle each other a lot, and they’re the only one who knows they like it (in case that was confusing, Butters is the only one who knows Kenny likes it and vice versa)

Craig, Kyle, and Tweek prefer rougher tickles (pinching, scratching, poking, squeezing) whereas Kenny, Butters and Stan (surprise!) like light tickles more (lightly scribbling, feather-light touches, hovering over one spot, etc.)

Stan gets weirded out by feet, and Kyle knows this and always pokes him in the side with his foot to watch the disgust on Stan’s face (9/10 times this results in Stan grabbing Kyle's ankle to hold his leg up and tickle under his knee)

Kyle teases the FUCK outta his lee (especially Kenny and Craig)

Can you blame him? He can finally have his revenge!

Kenny and Tweek both use the "what, can't take what you dish out?"

Kenny flusters Stan so much with this, he'll tickle Stan in the same way he did to him, talk to Stan in the same tone, then go "Oh, so it was fine when you were doing this to me earlier??"

Craig seems so uninterested, but he looks at his lee with a little smile

He also pretends like his isn't tickling them

"So, Stan, have you seen the new comic that game out? The Spider-Man one? Have you read it yet?" FUHUHUHCK OHOHOFF CRAHAHAIG!" "Well, that's rude, I'm just asking a question."

Teases get to Stan so much, it makes up for him not being as ticklish

****

“Craig,” Tweek hissed, “Stop fucking prodding me.”

They were in French, and Tweek was desperately trying to focus on memorizing his past participles when he felt the end of Craig’s pencil press into his side again, making him twitch as a bolt of electricity shot through him. He turned to shoot Craig another glare, answered only by his sly grin. He glared until Craig turned back to the front of the class, folding his hands on his desk innocently.

Tweek grumbled to himself, then went back to work, still on guard for any surprise pokes. Urghh, what’s the past tense of vivre again? Vives? Or is it irregular? This is too much pressure…

****

“Craig!” Tweek called, jogging a little to meet him where he stood in the lunch line. He forced himself to ignore the way people glanced at him, and stopped in front of Craig. He tried to step into line but Craig blocked him.

“Let me cut in, man, I’m hungry.”

Craig grinned. “Hi hungry, I’m Craig.” He said, still blocking Tweek.

Tweek rolled his eyes. “You’re not funny,” He said, but he was smiling, a little. “C’mon let me in.”

Craig folded his hands behind his head, giving Tweek the smuggest look known to man.

“Make me.” He said, grinning.

Tweek groaned, then glanced down the line to where Jimmy was standing further up. He smiled cheekily at Craig and then turned and walked away.

“Hey, Jimmy! Can I c-cut in next to you?”

“S-s-sure, man.”

****

“Craig!” Tweek cried, sliding on the icy puddle that had formed outside of the school. Craig reached out, latching onto his arm to stop him from falling.

“Watch out honey, it's slippy.”

“I know it’s-GAHH- slippy!” He said, eyeing the ground with suspicion. There was a sheet of ice covering the short path outside of the school, and unlike Craig, his shoes didn’t have a good grip. He eyed the pavement, trying to look for clear spots when his whole world suddenly tipped as he lifted into the air.

He squirmed. “Put me down!” He said, hitting Craig’s back from where he was slung over his shoulder.

“Nope.” Craig smiled, crossing the icy path with ease.

“Craihig,” He giggled, trying to sound annoyed, “Peheople ahare staharing.”

Craig hummed, then put him down on the other side of the path. To anyone else, his face would look neutral, as monotone as his voice, but Tweek could see that shine in his eyes, the twitch of his lips and he knew that in Craig’s way, he was beaming. He felt his insides go soft, then grabbed Craig’s hand for support as they made their way down the street.

****

“Craig, you know you d-don’t have to wait for me.”

Craig was sitting in the stockroom of Tweek Bros Coffee, sprawled over some crates as he scrolled through his phone, clearly bored.

He hummed, scrolling further. “You’ll be done soon though, babe.”

“Yeah but- AH- your house is closer to mine than the s-store, so it would- ACK- be more convenient to wait there- and get off those boxes! They might break!”

Craig shimmied a little from side to side, then arched his back, stretching his arms towards the floor.

“But I’m comfy.” He moaned.

Tweek twitched. Craig had been in an… odd mood today. He leaned over and jabbed Craig’s side, grinning when he flailed and his arms shot up. Craig’s eyes were shining again and he looked almost- excited. Weird.

Before he could follow that line of thought, the doors to the stockroom swung open and his mother poked her head through. 

“Sweetie! Could you clean the tables at the back? Then you and your little friend can go home.” 

She disappeared again and Tweek giggled. “We’ve been together for y-years and you’re still my little friend. Come on buddy, get- ACK- ready to go.”

****

“Craig… are you listening?” 

Craig had been oddly silent on the way back home, not upset but- something else. Now, a light flurry of snowflakes had started and he hadn’t even noticed to put his hood up. 

“Craig!” Tweek grabbed onto his jacket, pulling on it lightly.

“What?” Craig snapped.

Tweek wilted a little at the response, “Are you mad at me?” He said quietly.

“Oh! No babe, I’m not mad at you,” Craig replied, “I’m just… thinking.”

“Thinking about what?” Tweek said, still gripping his sleeve. 

Craig smiled softly, then grabbed Tweek’s hands and pulled him close.

“You.” He whispered, leaning down to kiss him. He let go of Tweek’s hands, which wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer. Craig wasn’t overly fond of P.D.A. but there was almost no one willing to spend an extra second in the cold ogling some high schoolers kissing in the snow.

****

“Craig…” Tweek said, trying to wriggle away from him. A difficult task, given that Craig had wrapped his arms around Tweek and was softly kissing his neck. It turns out it was very difficult to concentrate on homework when your boyfriend was clinging to you like a koala. 

“Come cuddle,” Craig muttered into his ear, both shy and eager at once. 

“I- GAH- would! But I have so much homework.” He said, trying to spin around to reason with Craig.

Craig sighed, holding him tighter. “But honey, it’s Friday, and your parents will call us down for supper soon, then I won’t get to touch you for hours.” 

“You,” Tweek slid forwards, then stood up and around to the chair to grab Craig’s arms and push him backwards, “Are so,” He pushed him onto the bed, sitting on his waist and leaning down till they were nose-to-nose, “Dramatic.” Tweek kissed the tip of Craig’s nose, then sat back.

“You’ll live.” He said.

Craig groaned, covering his face. At the same time, Tweek’s father shouted upstairs.

“Boys!” He called, “Come down for dinner!”

Craig groaned louder.

****

“Craig,” Tweek said, voice muffled by his shirt which he’d somehow gotten tangled around his head, “What do you want to- AH- watch? I think Good Omens season two is out.” He trailed off, finally yanking off his shirt and looking at Craig, who was staring at his phone.

“Craig? Are you looking it up?” He pulled on his pajama top, an old one of Craig’s that he’d stolen at some point.

More silence.

“Craig?” He asked, concerned.

“I’m going to get changed,” Craig said quickly, throwing his phone and all but fleeing the room. 

Tweek stared at the door. It wasn’t unusual for Craig to get changed in the bathroom, but the silent treatment was different. Feeling his hands start to tremble, he fisted them into his shirt and took a deep breath, trying to figure out if he’d done something. Pressure started to build on his chest as one of his hands shot up to latch onto his hair, and his breathing sped up. 

He shook his head and took several long hard breaths, then grabbed Craig’s hoodie that he’d left on the bed and shrugged it on, enveloping him in Craig’s calming scent. He lay back on the bed and took more deep breaths. Thank God he’d started seeing a therapist, and started a new medication that let him rationalize that it was more than likely an issue with Craig, rather than one of his own, and that Craig would tell him when he was ready. 

He set up the bed and the T.V., and not long after Craig shuffled in. Craig made a beeline for the bed, pulling back the blankets and flopping on top of Tweek, resting his head on his chest.

They lay like that for a few minutes, Tweek playing with Craig’s hair and watching the T.V.’s idle screen while Craig fiddled with the hem of Tweek’s shirt.

After a period of silence, Craig finally spoke.

“I… need to ask you something.”

Tweek hummed, tilting his head, “What’s that, baby?”

Craig’s ears burned as he buried his face in Tweek’s chest.

“It’s embarrassing.” 

Tweek’s eyebrows shot up. Craig? Embarrassed?

“Is it a sex thing?” He asked, half teasing.

Craig’s face shot up, fully red. “No!” He said.

Tweek giggled a little, “I was just teas-”

“No, I need you to understand, it isn’t a sex thing. At all. Just… something I like. And that I want. And I’m usually okay with just thinking about it but I really, really want it and I figured I could just get you to do it but nothing I tried worked and…” He trailed off.

Tweek’s mind was reeling. What the hell was he talking about?

“It…” Craig sighed and shuffled upwards so he could hide his face in Tweek’s neck.

“I want you to…”

“Tickle me.”

Tweek blinked.

“What?” He said, a little bewildered. The wrong thing to say, as Craig shot up and covered his face with his arm.

“Forget it!” He said, embarrassment coming off him in waves.

“Wait! Craig,” He sat up too, lightly pulling Craig’s arm away from his face.

He was fully red, darker than Tweek had ever seen, and was dramatically avoiding eye contact.

“You want me to… tickle you?”

He nodded. 

“Okay!” Tweek said. Craig’s eyes shot up, studying him.

“Seriously?” He said suspiciously.

“Yep,” Tweek lay back, patting his chest, “Come here.”

Slowly, Craig settled back down, half happed in blankets and his face in the crook of Tweek’s neck.

“Do you want me t-to be gentle or-”

“Just do it,” Craig muttered.

Tweek laughed, “Okay.”

He softly trailed his fingers up Craig’s sides while he thought about the other times they’d tickled each other. Craig did always seem very down for Tweek getting revenge and, looking back, gave up much quicker than normal. Maybe. Tweek wasn’t exactly an expert on normal, and if he was honest he sort of liked tickling too, it was fun to be close to Craig, and let him turn his brain off for a while. 

He was drawn out of his thoughts by Craig’s soft huff of laughter and realized his fingers had crawled higher, onto Craig’s ribs. He dug in a little, relishing in the full-body twitch and bubble of giggles that worked their way out of Craig’s throat.

“Twehehek…” He said.

“Yeah?”

“Uhm, cahan you do a lihitle more?”

Tweek’s heart squeezed. He had never heard Craig sound so cute. Wordlessly, he gently flipped them over so he was half lying on Craig and scratched his ribs.

Craig tipped his head back in laughter, his legs kicking fruitlessly beneath the blankets.

“Twehehehek!” He cried, gripping the comforter. As his hands crawled higher, Craig’s laughter grew more frantic, but not louder. Tweek glanced up and was momentarily distracted by the sheer love he felt for the other boy. 

Craig’s head was turned to the side, half buried in the pillows. His face was flushed, eyes scrunched shut and mouth wide open (unusual, as Craig was as insecure of his braces as he was of his teeth before.).

And his laugh. Slightly monotone, like his voice, but so carefree and happy. Tweek felt his insides squirm at how beautiful Craig was in that moment.

Then, his hands burrowed into his underarms and Craig shot up nearly head-butting Tweek as he cackled.

“NOHOHOT THEHERE!” He laughed, shaking his head and gripping Tweek’s forearms and pushing them down. “ACK- sorry! Where do you want m-me to go?”

“Hehehe, uh,” Craig leaned back down, covering his face, “My stomach?” He said quietly. 

Tweek’s hands shot down, but Craig grabbed them before they could make contact.

“Gently.” He said, looking away.

“Aw, okay,” Tweek said, pushing up his shirt.

“Wh- uh, okay,” Craig said, watching Tweek’s hands with rapt attention. Tweek gently skimmed the light brown skin, grinning when it twitched beneath his fingers.

He drew soft shapes on Craig’s stomach, hearts and stars, and smiled at Craig.

“You’re s-so cute,” He said.

Craig groaned into his hands, “Shuhuhut uhuhup,” He giggled.

“Hmm?” Tweek asked, “Did you tell me to shut up?” He twitched his fingers, softly scratching his nails. 

Craig’s back arched, “Nohoho I dihihidn’t.”

“If you say-say so, man.” 

Tweek continued to softly tickle Craig’s stomach, drumming his fingers over Craig’s hips and spidering around his belly button. By the time Craig had had enough, he had a wide, dopey smile stretched over his face and sleepy eyes. 

Tweek rolled off of him, wrapping his arms around him from the back, and flipped through the T.V. to find something to watch while Craig drifted off in his arms. 

Thinking back to Craig’s behavior throughout the day, from scaring him in the morning, (playfully) annoying him throughout the day, and being weird on the way home, he realized Craig had been asking for it all day. He huffed and leaned down, kissing his forehead. Craig mumbled sleepily and Tweek smiled. He knew now. 

Eventually, he settled on a film and relaxed back into the pillows. It was a good day.

Tweek was extremely stressed and worried about Craig. When he tried to talk with him, he seemed distant and upset. Whenever somebody was fucking with him, he wouldn't even flip them off! Something had to be really wrong with him. So, Tweek decided to confront him about it, somehow.

After school, he went up to Craig. "H-hey Craig. I-I was wondering if you w-would want to come over to my hOUse?" He tried his best to stay calm, but that was basically impossible. "Sure." Tweek and him walked to his house. Tweek was all jittery and nervous, Craig kinda out of it, wandering alongside him.

When they walked up to his front door, they saw a note, saying that Tweek's parents would be gone for the night, and that anything he needed would be in the fridge and on the emergency list. Ever since he got into the 8th grade, Tweek's parents had been leaving him home alone more and more often. He didn't really mind though. He had Craig to keep him company.

They walked inside, Craig plopping down on the couch, Tweek sliding down next to him. He turned on a random movie on Netflix, and tried starting a conversation. "C-Craig, are you allright?" Craig seemed to slightly snap back to life at this, and shrugged. "Yeah, I'm fine." Tweek wasn't buying it. "Craig, t-tell me what's wrong. Y-you can tell me anything." Craig just sighed. "I told you, I'm fine. Let's just watch the movie, ok?" No way was that gonna happen. Tweek had to think of something to make him talk....got it!

He shoved Craig onto his back, straddled him, and stared him right in the eyes. "Tell m-me what's wrong, or face the consequences!" Craig's eyes went wide for a second. "Tweek, what are you doing? I told you there isn't anything wrong. Just, can we please get back to the movie?" He had a sort of sad look in his eyes, and it slightly broke Tweek's heart. No time for that, he had to be strong. Finding this out would help both him and Craig with whatever was going on. "Sorry, b-but you had your chance!" With that, Tweek dug into Craig's sides, scratching at them mercilessly. Craig was biting his lip as hard as he could, trying his best to hold his laughter.

"Th-that's not gonna work forever! You'll have to break eventually!" When he started to scratch at his navel, the dam broke. A wave of deep belly laughter flew out of Craig. "TWEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEK! AHAHAHAHAHA!" Craig was lost in laughter. He bucked and squirmed, but it seemed that nothing could get his boyfriend off of him, or at least away from that spot.

A little while later, he gave Craig a breather, switching to fluttering his fingers on his sides. "Twehehehehehek, cohohohome ohohohon!" That was enough of a breather.

Tweek grabbed his arms, pulled them above his head, and started to dig into the hollows of his armpits. His laughter went hysterical, bouncing off the walls of the living room. "BAHAHAHAHAHABE! STOHOHOHOHOP!"

Craig was exhausted. He slapped weakly at Tweek's hands. "Only i-if you tell me what's wrong." He dipped his finger in and swirled it around. "FIHIHIHIHINE! IHIHIHIHI WIHIHIHILL!" Before he released him, Tweek pulled up Craig's shirt, and blew a raspberry on his ribs. He screeched. "TWAHAHAHEHEHEHEEAHAK! BAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

When Tweek got off of him, Craig was a giggling mess. Who knew the big, tough, fight-anybody Craig could look so cute. He pulled his adorable mess of a boyfriend into a hug, rubbing away any ghost tickles. After a minute or two, he looked him straight in the eyes.

"Now, t-tell me what's wrong." Craig looked at his lap before speaking in a low voice. "Me and my dad got into a big fight over stupid shit. He... he said that we would never be anything more than two idiot kids who mistake friendship for love. He said that I was just in a faggot-phase, and that you were just someone I would play around with until I was older and realized how stupid it was." When his eyes started to water, Tweek pulled him into a huge hug, trying to comfort him. Though he didn't show it, Craig was always looking for his dad's approval. The fight must have hit him hard if he was crying. "H-hey. We don't need his approval. We have eachother, and that's what matters."

As a lee:

Has a very high giggle laugh at first, moving onto squeaks, squeals and little screams with time

Isn't tickled as often as others because people know he just CANT, but that can make it even worse when it does happen because it's always a surprise

If you catch him in the right mood, or you're Craig, he might actually enjoy it

Becomes paranoid and oversensitive if he's seen other people being tickled

Extremely ticklish on almost every inch, but worst are upper body (esp. armpits!) and behind the knees. Any pressure points or vitals are a weakness in this boy's brain

One weird spot Craig has discovered is the back running down the spine and shoulder blades. Sometimes he likes to sit on Tweek's back and scribble his fingers from his neck all the way down over these spots and make Tweek squeal and wriggle for a while

Is EXTREMELY hard to pin! When the adrenaline kicks in this boy's anxiety is near unstoppable. Once he's down and tickling has commenced though he doesn't have the function to run

If he's feeling particularly anxious then it stresses him out more, but on his better days he really enjoys being made to laugh and it makes him feel a little more normal for a while

Craig's good at telling which days are which and acts accordingly. Craig can be a mean ler though!!

Will try to talk through his laughter, but it comes out as nonsense due to his brain not being able to function under such duress As a ler:

Ok so normally Tweek would not be so forthcoming, but after a good round of tickling there are sometimes enough adrenaline and endorphins to make him feel in control for a while

Unlucky you if you are the one to meet him in this rare mood

Most often Craig is on the receiving end, and he was NOT prepared the first time

Tweek launched himself onto Craig with his entire body, and without a word proceeded to discover every ticklish spot, every kind of laugh, every unique reaction, and did not let up until Craig literally had tears on his face

(Didn't help that Craig refused to forfeit the whole time)

VERY! MEAN! LER!

Usually laughs a little with his victim

Very good at being a ler, wide range of techniques for different situations. For revenge he sometimes goes in hard like the first time but other times he takes the playful approach, which is just as bad