Hi! Firstly, I'd like to thank you for checking out my story! Basically, I'll do stories based on the ships you like, ya know. I like writing, and I'm better with one-shots. Cus, like, time management and stuff. Every story is gonna have to do with a bowling alley. It's kind of an inside joke with Majuscule Milquetoast.
Okay, so I don't have a lot of rules besides this:
I will not do these ships:
Style
K2
Stenny
Everything else, I'm fine with.
Also, you can recommend me any crack pairing. ANY. I love crack pairings pretty much to death, so the more you recommend, the happier I'll be.
I don't particularly like straight pairings, but I'll do them. I will, swear on me mum.
Okay, so this is a crack pairing that I saw on tumblr a few weeks ago and I love it.
OOPS, I FORGOT I WAS DOING THIS ABOUT A BOWLING ALLEY. PLEASE FORGIVE ME, ALL THE OTHERS ONES ARE.
This is called Coffee and Cigarettes (Tweek x Pete)
Also, I had no idea where to go with this, so it's gonna suck.
Never would anyone in South Park think this was possible. Pete Richards(the red-head goth with the face covered in pock marks) was going out with Tweek Tweak (aka the twitchy coffee-kid). Everyone stared, and I mean everyone.
Now here they were, at the Village Inn, sipping coffee while everyone stared.
"P-P-Pete, why are they staring at us?! Hyagah!?"
"Oh my God, chill out. I'm so used to this."
"R-Really?!"
"Yes, now drink your coffee." The red-head dragged on his cigarette and looked over at his date. His usually hard expression softened as he saw the little blonde boy shake with nervousness. "Hey, I'm nervous, too." And he really was. He was perspiring underneath his very very thin veil of foundation, and he totally needed a trip to the bathroom with his Speedstick.
"Just- people are looKING! They'll tell the underpants gnomes where I am!"
Pete sighed. "No, Tweek. You're fine."
"Oh my God, no way."
"What?"
"Pete's betraying us and dating a.." he cringed. "Regular person."
Henrietta looked up, her eyes narrowed. "Oh my Gawd, he is. He's totally going out with a Barbie wannabe!" (They could only see the back of Tweek's head, so our darling little coffee-nut's a girrrrllll).
"Oh my God, no way."
"I feel an unfathomable sadness brewing in my soul." Firkle sighed unhappily, picking up his white mug to chug the hot sludge down.
"Oh my Gawd, they actually ordered food? He's totally betraying everything Goths stand for!"
"Goths can order food at restaurants, Henrietta." Firkle sighed, wondering why exactly he hung out with these nerds.
"Really? I thought only middle-class white families did that."
"They're getting up. We'll wait a few minutes, then follow them. Okay?" Michael looked at all of them, his eyebrow slightly raised. The other two nodded, their heads falling in let's-not-show-how-excited-we-are-to-see-that-Pete's-got-a-girlfriend sync.
They were at a bowling alley. A fucking bowling alley.
"Why is he doing things that middle-class Americans do with his Barbie wannabe?"
"I dunno, but he's totally betraying Goth Code." Henrietta glared at the happy couple renting out the shoes.
"There isn't even a Goth Code."
"There is now. Holy shit, that's Tweek Tweak!"
"What? The coffee guy's son?"
"Yeah!"
"Oh my God, no wayyyy" Michael's black rimmed eyes were wide.
"He's gay. He's fuckin' gay, guys, and we didn't even know."
"I bet they aren't even talking about death and darkness."
"Tweek, relax."
"Ngah, this ball is so HEAvy!"
"Yeah, it's a fucking bowling ball." Pete sighed and flipped his hair. He had picked a black ball, which naturally was the heaviest, so he had no idea why Tweek was bitching.
"Pete, WHY ARE YOU SO -nyagh- mEAN?!"
"I'm not mean; I'm Goth. Jeez."
"There's a difference between gOTH and being mean, Pete!" The blonde's eye twitched as he looked towards his date struggling with his ball. "Jesus Christ, Pete! Just get a lighter ball!"
"No, the ball symbolizes my inner struggles. My dad treats me like shit, then expects me to go fishing with him for some 'bonding time'. It's black and desolate, much like my soul."
"I like yellow."
"That's cool." Pete rolled his ball, earning himself a strike. "Yes! I mean, uuhhh, I don't care."
And that's pretty much how the rest of the date went.
Okay, so, what'd ya think? Like I said, I'm accepting requests!
