What does one wear to a date involving your potential future boyfriend and his daughter?

That was the question Tweek was trying to answer.

It didn't help that Craig had texted him about an hour ago saying Margot requested formal attire.

What is "formal attire" to a five year old?!

Shaking his head, Tweek let out a sigh, dragging his hands down his face as he stood in front of his closet. This date was his idea, so why was he so nervous? Because now you gotta impress the most important person in Craig's entire world. It was a daunting task, one that Tweek has been thinking of ever since his bus ride home from therapy. The date wasn't until six that night, but he honestly had no idea what to wear. Bighting his lip, Tweek reached for his phone, rubbing his lips together as he scrolled through his contacts. Selecting who he needed to talk to, he set the phone up so he could look in his closet while also Facetiming.

"Hello handsome!"

"Hi mom." Tweek breathed out, running his fingers through his hair. He should really re-dye it soon, the pink almost completely faded out, he noticed.

"And what do I owe the pleasure?" Mary Tweak asked, her phone propped up also. She was cutting up some fruit by the looks of it.

"So, um…I know it's been a while since we last really talked."

"Mhm. Your birthday was the last we spoke, I believe."

"Yeah, uh, it was," Tweek sighed, sitting down at the foot of his closet and leaning against the palm of his hand. "There's been a-erm-development in the, ah, boy department." He said, cringing slightly at his choice for words. Mary snickered a bit, glancing up from her slicing.

"This Craig guy still?"

"Mhm."

"What's new?"

"Well, uh…I'm going to his apartment for dinner tonight."

"That's great, sweetheart!" Mary said, setting her knife down for a moment.

"…with his…daughter." Tweek said, bracing himself for his mother's words. He had failed to mention in their previous conversation that Craig was, in fact, a single father.

"…what do you mean…daughter?"

"He's…the, um, father of one of my students?"

"You're kidding."

"Surprise?" He had said those same words to Natasha, but this wasn't his therapist: it was his mother.

"Never thought I'd see you get involved with a student's father."

"I-I didn't think so either! It just, ugh, Craig is just-just so kind and-and so sweet. He's also really hot and I can't believe he's into a tiny dancing twink like me." Tweek laughed, bringing his hands to his face to hide behind them. Mary let out a laugh at her son's word choice, moving to take a seat in the living room.

"You're a catch, kiddo, you're selling yourself short."

"I just…really want tonight to go well."

"I have no doubt it will. You already have an established relationship with his daughter through teaching her, correct?" Tweek nodded. "So there shouldn't be anything to worry about!"

"I know, I know…I just…can't help but feel nervous. My stomach feels like it's-it's a washing machine on the damn rinse cycle. It's just-just flipping around so much and i-it's a good and bad feeling," Tweek explained, Mary humming softly. The sound caused Tweek to blink. "What-what? What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong. You just…sound like you're falling in love."

"Wh-what?! No! I'm-I'm not in love with Craig! We're just-just two men who really enjoy kissing one another! That's-no! It's fine!" Tweek realized after he had spoken that his explanation of his feelings towards Craig were probably helping his mother's cause more than his own.

Okay, so, he really likes Craig. Like, really, really likes Craig. He likes the way he laughs, the way he gets flustered, how he speaks, breathes, eats, smiles, dresses, styles his hair. Tweek could write a novel about his attraction to the heterochromia wonder cop dad. It wasn't every day that someone made him feel so…normal. He had a lot of issues to work through, but Craig didn't make everything seem so daunting. Craig made Tweek's issues feel like a bump in the road, not the debilitating trauma that it has been for years now. How he managed to earn Tweek's trust so easily, the blonde wasn't sure, but he knew one thing for sure:

His mother may have had a point.

"What are you having for dinner tonight?"

"Unsure, but I need help planning an outfit." Tweek muttered, Mary humming softly.

"You? Help with an outfit?"

"Margot wants formal attire."

"Is that his daughter?"

"Mhm. What-what would you think a five year old considers formal attire?" He asked, Mary letting out a laugh.

"Well, let's start looking through your closet."

They spent a good while searching through Tweek's closet, finally settling on an outfit after some time. By the time his outfit was laid out, Tweek saw that he needed to start getting ready, a blush creeping up his cheeks as he looked back at the phone.

"I should get going. I'm supposed to be there by six."

"Be safe, yeah? And let me know how everything goes!"

"I will, love you!"

"Love you, Tweek!"

As soon as he was left to the silence of his room, Tweek hummed softly as he stared at the outfit on his bed.

"It's now or never."

"Margot, baby, can you put this on the table?" Craig passed over a vase filled with sunflowers to the five year old attached to his leg. She grinned, nodding as she accepted the vase.

"I can do that!"

"You got it?"

"Mhm! I'll be back!" Craig chuckled a bit as he watched her rush off, letting out a sigh as he glanced over at the clock. Tweek should be arriving any minute, which means that he needs to start preparations for their dinner soon. It was an easy dinner, so he wasn't worried about it. That's what happens when you let your five year old pick the menu for the evening. When a knock came from the door, Craig tensed up for a moment, but relaxed when Margot raced towards it. "He's here! He's here!" Jumping up to grab the door knob, Margot opened it with a toothy grin, giggling as she saw Tweek. "Hi, Mr. Tweek!"

"Hi Margot! You look beautiful." Tweek said, taking her hand and giving her a little twirl.

"Thanks! Grandma bought me this dress when she was here last week!" Margot explained, grinning as she led Tweek into the apartment. "I like your outfit, too!"

"Thank you! My mom helped me-" Tweek froze when he walked into the kitchen, eyes widening slightly as he caught sight of Craig. He seemed so causal, yet so sexy leaning against his counter top. Maybe it was the outfit that gave off that vibe. Craig wore black slacks, a white button up dress shirt, and a pair of suspenders that seemed like they could break at any moment. The man, after all, was six foot five and all muscle. "-pick…pick it out," Tweek finished, swallowing nervously as he shifted on his feet. Craig, however, was just as awestruck as Tweek. Considering the blonde wore yellow Capri pants, a light blue and white striped button up t-shirt, and a pair of boating shoes, he looked like the epitome of elegance and style to Craig. "H-Hi." Tweek breathed out, Craig humming softly.

"Hey." He whispered, Margot watching her dad's interaction with wide eyes. She had never seen him act this way around anyone, so why Mr. Tweek? She thought back to what Unkie Clyde had said to her, about him like-liking Mr. Tweek. Could Mr. Tweek be her new parent? Could that even happen?

"You look, um, you look amazing." The blonde said, Craig smiling at him.

"Thank you. You, ah, look stunning."

"Oh, well, um, wow you, uh, blew my compliment right out of the water." Tweek breathed out, Craig smiling as he walked over and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. The domesticity and simplicity behind it is what makes this all worth it to Tweek.

He craves this shit. Craves the sensation of coming home to his loving husband and their daughter.

Except, Margot isn't his daughter.

She's a student.

And that's okay, but he wonders if he'd ever be considered more to her.

"Daddy, have you told Mr. Tweek what we're having?" Margot asked excitedly, her little purple dress moving with her as she bounced up and down with excitement. Craig picked her up, kissing her cheek.

"I have not! Why don't you tell Mr. Tweek the menu for tonight?"

"I'll show him!" She jumped down from Craig's arms, rushing to the table and running back over. She had a piece of paper in her hand, holding it up towards Tweek. "Here! I made menus!" She said proudly, Tweek's heart fluttering at how sickly sweet it all was.

"Oh! These are nice," He said with a proud smile towards her, reading the little menu in his hands.

Diner: Chiken Nuggets

Side: Scooby Doo Macncheze

Desert: Cookees!

The spelling errors and the fact it was written in crayon made Tweek grin, looking over at Margot. "Did you pick out the menu?"

"Uh huh! I even-even helped daddy go shoppin' for the food!"

"She was a big help." Craig chuckled, rolling the sleeves of his shirt up. The tattoo sleeve on his arm never ceased to take Tweek's breath away.

"Mr. Tweek, while daddy cooks dinner, can-can we do dance things?" Margot asked, Craig looking at her.

"Maybe Mr. Tweek just wants to-"

"No-no it's okay," Tweek breathed out, smiling at Craig before looking at Margot. "We can do some dance stuff. What did you have in mind?"

Turns out, Margot had a lot in mind. A lot of questions, too. However, hearing the two of them interact and laugh with each other was the most satisfying sound to Craig. It satisfied his desire, if only for a moment, for Margot to have that second parental figure she's always wanted. Letting himself watch them for a bit, he noticed how easy it was for Margot to get along with Tweek, and vice versa. Would he love for Tweek to stick around for a while? Absolutely. Craig just wasn't sure if he would. Only time could tell him that.

When the timer on the oven went off, Craig smiled to himself when Margot squealed.

"That's the timer! Dinner's ready!" She yelled, the scraping of the dining room chair suddenly making Craig very aware of what was about to happen: dinner with Tweek and his daughter. Swallowing his nerves, Craig plated the chicken nuggets and mac and cheese, carrying two plates out and setting them in front of each person at the table.

"Um, Margot, what do you want to drink?"

"Apple juice, please!"

"And, uh, Tweek?" Craig breathed out, rubbing the back of his neck. The fact he seemed so nervous made Tweek's on nerves calm, only if momentarily.

"W-Water's fine." He responded, Craig nodding before retreating back into the kitchen. Margot looked over at Tweek, her legs kicking under the table.

"Is my daddy okay?"

"He-He's perfectly fine, sweetheart." Tweek laughed softly, Margot nodding.

"Are you okay, Mr. Tweek?"

"I-I'm fine! Why do you ask?"
"Your face. It-It's all red." She said with concern in her voice.

"We're fine, princess," It was Craig, setting their drinks in front of them before leaning down and kissing Margot's hair. "It-we're, uh, nervous."

"Nervous?"

"You know that, um, feeling you had in your belly before you went and performed for the play you were in at school around Christmas time?" Margot nodded. "Well, uh, wait, hold on, let me get my food," Craig muttered, Tweek giggling a bit to himself as he watched Craig rush out of the dining area and rush back in, plate of food and a drink in hand. Once he was settled, he let out a huff of breath. "It's like…like that. I-I feel that now."

"Why?" She asked, dipping her chicken nugget into the ketchup she squirted onto the plate.

"Well," Tweek started, giving a nervous smile over towards Craig. "When you, um…like someone-"

"Like like, someone?" Margot said with raised eyebrows, eyes widening slightly.

"Yes! Like like someone," Tweek continued, smiling a bit as he took a mouthful of mac and cheese. "You get…butterflies."

"You-you what?" She gasped, Craig chuckling.

"It's an expression," He said, leaning back in his chair to look at his daughter. "Your belly gets all jittery, like things are flying around in there. Do you remember that feeling?"

"Oh yeah! It-It made me feel sick!"

"Those are bad butterflies. But, there are good butterflies! Bad butterflies normally come about when you're nervous for a performance or-or before a big test in school. Good butterflies…well, when you find someone who makes you really happy…they give you butterflies all the time."

"So-So is that what Mr. Tweek does to you?" Margot questioned, Craig nodding.

"Yes."

"And-and it's what your dad does…does to me." Tweek admitted, feeling his face heat up when Craig shot him an adoring look. However, the look didn't last long. It wiped away when Margot spoke again.

"Did…my mommy give you butterflies?" She spoke softly, as if not wanting to ruin the dinner conversation with her question. Craig couldn't fault her for asking such a question, considering it went with the topic at hand. Sucking in a deep breath through his nose, Craig sighed slowly as he leaned forward against the table, thinking how he wanted to approach this.

"…at first." He said slowly, looking over at his daughter.

"A-At first?"

"When your mother and I met…it…it was…amazing. She was my best friend before we started dating…but…as time went on…I didn't…have those butterflies anymore."

"Because you-you like guys?" Margot asked, and it wasn't a total lie. Craig couldn't bring himself to say "because your mom turned into a raging alcoholic and pot head and abandoned you when you were six months old". He wasn't sure if he'd ever be ready to tell his daughter that, but he knew he couldn't with Tweek here. At least, not now over dinner.

"Yeah," Craig breathed out, smiling weakly. "Because I like guys…and…Mr. Tweek is the first guy to give me butterflies…" Tweek stared at Craig with wide eyes, his heart thudding hard against his ribcage as he listened to them. He knew the truth, knew why Ellie wasn't here, and it broke his heart, honestly. Was he glad Margot, in an odd way, brought him and Craig together? Absolutely. But out of all the students he's met, he's never quite met someone like Margot Tucker.

All he wanted was the world for her.

"Well, that's okay!" Margot said after a while, going back to eating the last little bit of her food. "As long as you're happy, daddy." She shot her dad a toothy grin, Craig swallowing the sudden lump in his throat. Smiling slowly, he let out a breathless laugh, Tweek reaching across the table and grabbing his hand. He knew this was a monumental moment for Craig. He's probably been so nervous to introduce a new person into Margot's life, let alone a man. Tweek likes to think that maybe the fact Margot knew him already helped ease the task, but the blonde was smart. He knew a lot of the nerves from Craig tonight were stemming from the fact he had to introduce Tweek formally to Margot.

"I am happy, Margot." He whispered, giving Tweek's hand a tight squeeze. The blonde smiled a bit, feeling a bundle of emotions bubble up into his throat.

He was happy, happy that Craig was happy with him and that Margot seemed to accept him into their lives.

He was content, content with where he was and where his life seemed to be going.

He was sad, sad for this little girl who never knew her mother and so desperately wanted to.

He was…in love.

Tweek was in love with Craig Tucker and the little girl that came with him.

Their chocolate chip cookies were a delicious dessert to have following their chicken nuggets and mac and cheese. Tweek sat and talked with Margot for a bit while Craig cleaned up the kitchen from dinner (he denied any help, enjoying the fact that Margot and Tweek were getting along so well). Craig noticed it had fallen quiet as he was finishing up his cleaning, eyebrows furrowed as he walked out into the living room. Upon entering, Craig found himself frozen in place, a soft, breathless laugh escaping his lips.

Margot was curled up in Tweek's lap, asleep under the blanket they were sharing as they watched Red Racer, Margot (and Craig's) favorite cartoon. Tweek's head was leaned back against the couch cushion behind him, Margot's face nuzzled into his neck. Unable to help himself, Craig chuckled softly as he took a quick picture of them, staring at the two figures curled up on the couch for a little longer before scooping Margot up gently. She shifted in his arms a bit, but curled against Craig's chest as he carried her down the hall to her room. Unzipping her dress slowly, he hummed to himself softly as he got her changed for bed as slowly and carefully as he could as to not disturb his sleeping daughter. Once he had gotten her dressed into pajamas and safely tucked into bed, he kissed her forehead gently, jumping a bit when he felt her hand grab onto one of his suspenders.

"Daddy?" She asked groggily, rubbing her eyes with her free hand.

"Go back to sleep, baby girl." He cooed, stroking her hair gently as he knelt down beside her bed. Margot hummed, her eyes fluttering shut as she rolled to face Craig.

"Do I have two dads now?" She whispered, Craig blinking at her. It was a question he was expecting, just not tonight. Swallowing hard, he smiled softly, kissing her forehead.

"Not yet. I wouldn't tell Olivia about any of this yet, either."

"Why not?"

"Well…some people might think Mr. Tweek is picking favorites if he gives you a bigger part in the ballet because he's, um, going on dates with me. Just…keep it a secret for now, okay?" He said, Margot pouting a bit.

"But daddy, I-"

"Margot, you can't tell the other kids."

"I-I want to have two parents! I want you happy!"

"Hey, shh, in time," He rushed out, Margot blinking up at him. "I-In time." He repeated, feeling his head spin at the words. Margot just nodded, curling in on herself.

"…promise, daddy?" She whispered as Craig stood, the raven haired man bending down and kissing her cheek.

"Promise."

When Craig returned to the living room, Tweek was rubbing his eyes with the heels of his hands, a smile crossing Craig's face.

"What time is it?" Tweek grumbled, looking over at Craig as he sat down on the couch next to him.

"Only a little after eight thirty." Craig murmured, Tweek humming as he moved to sit against Craig's side.

"Um…you can-you can feel free to say no, but, um…c-can I stay over?" Tweek asked, Craig tilting Tweek's chin up to look at him gently.

"You inviting yourself over?"

"Maybe." Tweek breathed out with a sigh, leaning up and capturing Craig's lips with his own. He was growing more confident around Craig, something he really enjoyed, if he was being honest. It made him feel good; about himself and about his relationship with Craig. Tugging gently on Craig's suspenders, the blonde smiled as he was able to catch the older man off guard as they fell backwards onto the couch, a laugh escaping Tweek's lips. The sound made Craig's lips tingle, but he found himself smiling against the lips of the man beneath him.

"Want to go to my room?" Craig offered, considering the couch was definitely not big enough for them to both be comfortable.

"Okay." Tweek agreed, taking the extended hand as he stood after Craig. Everything seemed to move slowly to the blonde after that. As he followed Craig down the hall to his bedroom, he heard his heartbeat in his ears.

His eyes fluttered shut as he felt Craig press him gently against the door, lips pressing against his and hips bumping playfully together.

He found himself allowing Craig to lead him over to the bed.

He let Craig slowly undress him, just like the week before when they were drunk and frantically making out.

The slowness of it all made everything seem not so scary to Tweek. It didn't take long before they found themselves in the same position as last week: both in their boxers, Tweek underneath Craig, and Craig looking at him with worried eyes.

"We don't have to do anything but kiss." Craig assured, but Tweek hummed a bit.

"I'm up for a little adventure with you."

"Tweek, we don't-"

"Craig," He took Craig's face in his hands, leaning his forehead against his. "I want this. Please. I…I need this." He breathed out, Craig nodding slowly.

"Push me off again if you need to, okay?"

They didn't speak much after that, too preoccupied with kissing one another. The weight of Craig's tongue in his mouth and the gentle rocking of his hips made Tweek melt into the mattress below him. He ripped his lips away after a while, burying his face into Craig's shoulder. His breath was shaky against Craig's skin, his eyes fluttering open to look at the wall behind his bed. He had momentarily forgotten he wasn't at his own home, which is why he looked for that paint covered tarp that now hung behind his bed. His mind thought back to that night, the night that Tweek often reflected on.

Craig audibly sighed into the kiss, arms wrapping around the man above him. In one swift motion, Craig rolled them over, the blonde whining as the action momentarily caused their lips to break apart. Reaching his hand out to steady himself, Tweek gripped at the tarp, accidentally knocking over the pallet of paint they had been using. His fingers got coated with the colors that were there, but he didn't notice. The only two things he could focus on were Craig's lips and his dick. Tweek would be lying if he said he wasn't hard, because he was, but he just learned that everything about Craig Tucker is super-sized: his height, his muscles, his personality, his dick. There were other things to focus on than his own arousal.

Tweek couldn't focus on anything but his arousal now, eyes fluttering shut as he let himself focus on the now.

The now included feeling really good, feeling Craig rut against him, and feeling the warmth coming from Craig's body. Tweek let out a soft whine, finger nails digging into the back of the man above him. Craig let out a breathless moan at the sound.

"C-Craig?"

"You okay?" He breathed out, gasping in surprise when he felt Tweek's hands grab at his ass.

"D-Don't stop."

The words only fueled Craig's aching arousal, tilting his head down to catch Tweek's lips with his own as he let his hips move a little more. The blonde managed to find one of his hands, lacing their fingers together as Tweek tried to focus on everything around him: the sensation of Craig's lips on his, the bed moaning beneath them, their rubbing erections.

It was becoming too much, an unfamiliar heat pooling into Tweek's lower abdomen. He knew what it meant, it's just been so long since he's felt this kind of release. Tweek was genuinely surprised he didn't cum within a minute of Craig grinding into him.

As his breathing got more erratic, Craig pulled away from Tweek, cupping his cheek with his hand gently.

"I-I got you. It's okay." He grunted, his own orgasm approaching him.

"C-Craig-Craig, I-"

"It's okay." Craig repeated, eyes widening slightly as Tweek grabbed the hand on his cheek and put it over his mouth. He felt him yell behind his hand, green eyes screwing shut as his legs kicked on either side of him.

It was the most sensational thing Craig has ever seen.

With a soft grunt, Craig found himself being pushed over the edge, Tweek gasping under his hand at the feeling of Craig cumming against him. After the room fell quiet, Craig let out a shaky breath as he rolled over onto his back, draping his arm over his eyes. Tweek found himself staring at the ceiling, panting as he tried to catch his breath. It didn't quite register with him what had happened yet, but when Craig stood to go grab a wash cloth from the bathroom, Tweek found himself smiling slowly as happy tears pooled into his eyes.

He did it.

He had managed to be intimate with another person.

He didn't have a flashback.

He proved to himself that he could move forth from this trauma.

And holy fuck.

Tweek was head over heels in love with the man who was gently cleaning him up and pulling him into his arms to go to sleep.

NOTE: Ho ho!

The ending isn't what I had planned, but what better way for Tweek to realize he's a strong individual who is very in love with Craig Tucker then for him to slowly start over coming his trauma?!
I hope you enjoyed this chapter!
And sorry I'm updating once a week!
I haven't had the time and energy to sit down and write lately, but I'm hoping to get back into writing a lot more once I get back from vacation next week!
Hope you enjoyed, and, as always, any and all feedback is appreciated!