"Tweek there isn't such a thing as Underpants Gnomes, go to bed spaz!" Craig groaned, rubbing his ice blue eye with the back of his hand, turning to clutch the smaller figure in hopes of silencing him. The stutters and twitches seemed to slow down but his coffee doe eyes remained large and opened.
"But! Its almost time! Just five m-minutes and they b-be here! GAH! W-why don't you believe me! OH JESUS YOU THINK I'M CRAZY!" The teen wailed, trails of tears pouring from his eyes. Craig sighed and regretted yelling at him. He should know by know Tweek was fragile. He's known this since they started dating.
Now he just feels like an asshole.
"Shshsh, I'm sorry for yelling, no you're not crazy, and if they do come I'll protect you okay?" He asked, leaning on his elbows to softly stare at his boyfriends eyes. Tweek nodded furiously, and happily obliged to Craigs mouth when it demanded attention. Knowing he was safe, he curled up in the taller teens chest and steadied his breathing. But to no avail he wasn't sleeping that well. Craig took note of this and sighed, rubbing circles on the blonds back he hummed a soft song for his coffee addict, who blissfilly sighed and slipped into a slumber. Craig smiled down at him and kissed the crown of his head. Who was to know, maybe this would be the last time he slept in weeks?
Not feeling content until he heard a yawn come from the mouth of Tweek he instead fixed his gaze on how cat like his boyfriend actually looked. He didn't like that title, what they had was far different from it but for now, he was too tired to care. For an asshole, everyone agreed that Tweek was right for him.
"Ngh-C-Craig?" A small whisper shook him out of his thoughts. He looked to newly opening eyes and grinned softly. Damn he was so cute. A small palm wipped his own eye and looked up at him.
"Tweekers, it will be fine, I'll protect you, I promise please just get some sleep okay?" The smaller nodded and cuddled against the bare chest of one Craigifer Tucker.
"O-okay Cragifer." He froze and felt a tight pull. Still he didn't believe in his boyfriends tales about the underpants gnome and that there was infact, a logical explanation as to why they always dissapeared.
That was until he heard the chants of 'time to go to work! Time to go to work as the Underpants Gnomes or theives!' come from the doorway as tiny figures made their way to Tweeks dresser and pull out a pair of underpants.
Well shit.