Note: Little warning for implied sexual content and underage drinking!
Also: I wrote a one shot! Give it a read!
It's on archieveofourown and it's titled "Their Kingdom of Constellations" (links don't work here, sorry!) (My username on that website is the same as here!)
Unbeknownst to Tweek Tweak, his phone was completely filled with message notifications (Craig's was too, but he started scrolling through the messages while other people performed after Tweek). When Tweek went back to the locker room to change, he quickly checked his phone, his eyes widening as he saw how many messages were on his phone. He unlocked it, blinking at the little red bubble on the messenger app: 384…and counting. His phone could barely handle the flood of messages coming in from Clyde, Token, and Jimmy in their group chat. He started to skim through, sitting down slowly on a bench as a grin crawled across his face. It was nothing but full support! It made Tweek feel a little bad about keeping this secret for so long. Almost…guilty. He couldn't help but chuckle at their messages, the excessive use of exclamation points and capitalization harsh on his eyes. There was one message from Clyde that warmed his heart, possibly even bringing a tear to his eye.
Why is this the coolest thing ever? Holy shit I'm so proud to be YOUR FRIEND! THAT'S MY FRIEND! GO BEST FRIEND!
That night, Mary Tweak convinced her husband to go in on a nice bottle of champagne for the four of them in the hotel. They all sat in Mary and Richard's room, clinking their glasses together as they cheered.
"To Tweek!" Richard said, reaching over to toss an arm around his son. Tweek blushed, smiling around his glass as he took a sip. Craig couldn't help the smile that formed as he saw how…happy his boyfriend looked. He can't recall a time he's seen Tweek this happy (maybe after the first night they had sex). He sipped at his champagne, watching Tweek out of the corner of his eye as he talked with Mary.
"We really appreciate you coming with us." She murmured, watching her husband and son try and figure out the TV. Craig hummed.
"You know I wouldn't miss this. This…it was too important to him." Mary laid her head on Craig's shoulder.
"Out of all the friends he could've chosen to try and date…I'm really glad it was you." Craig blushed, looking at her.
"Why do you say that?"
"I've always had a soft spot for you. Something about you always seemed so…mature. Even when you were ten, you always seemed wiser for your age. You were always the tallest…hell, you still are the tallest. Always so polite…you were an incredible young man then and you still are, Mr. Tucker." Craig blushed a light pink, setting his now empty glass aside.
"Thank you, Mrs.-" He froze, meeting her gaze. "…Mary." She smiled, chuckling softly as she poured a little more champagne into her glass.
"That's more like it. No more Mrs. Tweak. It's Mary to you, okay? Besides," She placed a gentle kiss to his cheek. "You're family now."
They left Denver late Sunday night, arriving in South Park a little after midnight. School the next day was exhausting (due to the lack of sleep, both boys still excited after the long day). It wasn't until lunch that they perked up a little bit, Tweek blinking as a cupcake sat at his usual spot.
"What-"
"TWEEK!" Clyde shouted, jumping up and tugging the boy into a tight embrace. Tweek let out a yelp, squirming a bit.
"Christ, C-Clyde! I can't breathe!" He choked out, Clyde letting him go.
"Shit, sorry! But-fuck-CONGRATS!" Tweek blushed, sitting down at his spot.
"Whose idea was the cupcake?"
"It w-w-was a c-collective idea." Jimmy said, a grin on his face.
"Tweek, why didn't you tell us?!" Token asked. He blushed a darker shade of red.
"I just…I was nervous. My coming out didn't have the best response and I was afraid that if people knew the school…faggot…was a figure skater…it would just…" Craig placed his hand on top of Tweek's as he saw them begin to shake. Tweek gave a thankful smile and a nod of his head. Clyde gave a small nod.
"That's…understandable." He said.
"I just…have to ask. Did…did the announcer say ten-time state champion?" Token said, his brows furrowed.
"Um…yeah…yeah I have a lot of…awards."
"Yeah, and now you have ten thousand dollars!" Clyde cheered, making Tweek laugh.
"I'm saving pretty much all of it for school so don't get too excited."
"Well…I say this warrants a celebration this weekend. My place. This weekend. Just like old times on Saturday. Plan on the spending the night and getting your drank on." Token said, all of them cheering. Whenever they got together, just the five of them, it was bound to be a great time. After school let out, Craig walked Tweek to his car.
"I have my first game on Thursday. Can you make it?" Tweek bit the inside of his cheek.
"I should be able to." He answered after a moment. He didn't want to tell Craig, but he didn't want to go. He was too scared of seeing Craig get hurt. He almost had an anxiety attack thinking about it Saturday on the car ride to Denver. But Tweek wanted to be just as supportive as Craig, after all, it was the fair thing to do! He was also Craig's boyfriend, so he should definitely go, but the anxiety still existed. Craig smiled, kissing his cheek.
"Okay…um…wait here a second," Tweek blinked, watching Craig run across the parking lot to his car. He came back a few minutes later with a hockey jersey in his hands. "So…we…you know how the football players give their girlfriend's their away game jerseys to wear on the day of the game?" Tweek nodded, smiling at the blush crawling onto Craig's cheeks (and ears). "Well…we-we do that too and I uh…wanted to know if you'd…wear my jersey?" Tweek grinned slowly, grabbing the jersey from him and leaning up to kiss him.
"Of course, dingus. I'd love to." Craig let out a sigh of relief.
"Okay-okay cool."
"What, did you think I'd say no?"
"NO, I just…you still make me nervous…"
"…why?"
"Have you looked at yourself lately? You're glowing."
Thursday rolled around and Tweek rolled out of bed that morning, dragging himself down the hall to the shower. He let the warm water run over him, his muscles still sore from pushing himself the past week. He closed his eyes, trying to relax the lump of anxiety in his throat about today. He decided he was going to go to the game (after playing piano for two hours after school Monday. He played when he became anxious). His mother convinced him to go after a long conversation, helping Tweek off the ledge. He stepped out of the shower, brushed his teeth, and then walked down the hall back to his room. He tugged on a pair of pants and tied up his high-top sneakers, blinking as he saw Craig's jersey hanging on the back of his closet door. He couldn't help but smile softly as he took it off the hanger, tugging it over his head. He snorted, looking at himself in the mirror. The fabric swallowed him up, hanging down to almost his knees. He took it off, grabbing a plain black long sleeve turtle neck out of his drawer. He pulled that over his head, then the jersey over top of that. Better. He turned to look at himself, blushing as he saw the back. TUCKER sat across his shoulders in big red letters with the number thirteen below it. Still the same number as seventh grade. Tweek grabbed his bag and walked downstairs, pouring himself a cup of coffee as his mother put breakfast on the table. She smiled at her son.
"My, don't you look ready for a hockey game." Tweek blushed, letting out a soft laugh.
"It's so big on me."
"Your boyfriend is also a giant." He snorted.
"Got me there." He fell silent, eating his breakfast and trying to hide his shaky hands. He let out a hiss as he picked up his coffee cup, some of the hot liquid spilling over onto his hand from his tremors. Mary frowned, walking over with a small bag of ice.
"Tweek…are you still anxious about the game?" He stayed silent, looking down at his plate. Mary sighed, sitting at the table. "Sweeheart…Craig is going to be fine," She pushed the hair off his forehead, resting her hand on her son's cheek. "He's been doing this almost as long as you've been skating. Have a little faith in him. You already saw him at practice once, right?" Tweek nodded. "So…don't worry about it okay? Why are you worried anyways?"
"I just…I hate seeing him get hurt…"
"Realize that hockey can be violent, sweetheart. I know you don't want to, but think of how happy he will be when he sees you in the stands wearing his jersey." Tweek nodded slowly, his trembling hands slowing down.
"I…I know…thanks, mom." He whispered, giving her a soft smile. She kissed his forehead.
"You're welcome. Now eat up, you're running out of time."
Craig was at his locker when Tweek walked through the doors. He couldn't help but gasp a bit when he saw him, his jersey looking ten times better on him. He also wasn't wearing his chullo, which surprised Tweek quite a bit. He walked up to him, squeezing in between Craig and his locker.
"What's the C stand for? Does it stand for Craig?" Tweek teased, tracing the red C on Craig's uniform. Craig snorted, tugging Tweek towards him so he could shut his locker.
"It stands for Captain, smartass." Tweek grinned, laughing softly.
"I don't know. I like the idea that they branded you so they could find you easily on the ice." Craig snickered, keeping his arm around Tweek as they walked to their first class.
"That jersey is practically eating you."
"Why do you think I'm wearing this turtleneck?" Craig hummed, tugging it down a bit.
"I don't know, maybe to hide the hickey I gave you the other day?" Tweek smacked his hand away, readjusting his shirt.
"I look like a victim of some sort of crime." He laughed, rolling his eyes.
"You said you wanted one!"
"It's the size of fucking Jupiter!"
"I don't know about Jupiter…maybe Mars?" Tweek rolled his eyes, kissing his cheek as he walked into history. Craig was distracted for the rest of the day, his mind filled with the upcoming game. He wanted the season to start out well (the South Park High ice hockey team wasn't bad, it's just…Craig was their best player, which puts a lot of pressure on him. They made it to playoffs last year, which was great). Even at lunch, his mind wandered to the game, hardly focusing on the conversations his friends were having. Finally, as the day came to an end, he made his way to the indoor ice rink they use for their games across town. He was in the locker room, getting changed for the game.
"You ready, Tucker?" Jason asked, tugging his jersey over his head.
"As ready as I can be at this point." He mumbled, lacing up his skates. They walked out, each team taking the time to practice and warm up. Tweek showed up about fifteen minutes before the game (Clyde, Token, and Jimmy were already there in their seats). Tweek blinked as he walked in, overwhelmed suddenly by everything around him. Is the entire fucking school here? He thought, walking over slowly to where the guys were waiting for him. Clyde stood so Tweek could get to his seat. They were about five rows up from the glass (which was still too close for Tweek).
"Hey, you made it!" Token said as he sat down. He swallowed hard, nodding.
"Yeah-yeah of course!" That wasn't too convincing. Clyde sat back down next to him, draping an arm around Tweek. Tweek blinked, looking at him. Clyde gave him a soft smile.
"I know you're nervous." He whispered, Tweek's eyes widening. He bit his lip.
"Is…is it that obvious?" He whispered back, tugging the jersey sleeves down on his arms.
"To me at least…just…breathe, Tweek. He's…he's incredible. I know it's been awhile since you came to a game…but he's gotten…so much better." Tweek nodded slowly, leaning into the warmth of Clyde (it was very cold in the rink and he enjoyed the comfort). He heard a whistle blow, blinking as he saw Craig go to the middle for the face off. He looked…beautiful. The bright white ice and the harsh florescent lighting made his skin glow and the hockey pants did wonders for his ass. He winced as the puck dropped, but blinked as it was gone just as fast as it was dropped. Craig had hit it in the direction of the opposing team, taking off in that direction. His teammates and the opposing team followed him (the school was called Jackson's Ridge, which was the next town over), Tweek wincing again as Craig was shoved out of the way of the puck by one of his opponents. It didn't seem to faze him at all, instead, he re-centered himself and took off after the boy who had the puck. The boy had let the puck get just a little too far away from him, but it was enough for Craig to swoop in from the side and loop around the ice behind their goal with the puck. God, he's so fast. By the time the boy that had the puck realized what had happened, Craig was already across the rink, shooting it to one of his teammates who then shot it into the net. The rink went nuts, smiling as he caught a glimpse of the Tucker family behind the opposing team's goal. Okay…everything's fine. You're fine. Craig's fine.
It was about halfway through the second period and South Park was up by two. Tweek was finally relaxed, letting himself get lost in the game and finally get into it.
"Come on Tucker!" Clyde shouted, watching as Craig had the puck passed to him. He took off towards the goal, bringing his stick back. SMACK! The puck flew past the goalie into the goal, a grin crawling across Craig's face as everyone cheered. Tweek made eye contact with him, a grin on his face as well. They set up for the face off again, this time Craig's opponent actually getting the puck first. Craig took off after the kid, going to loop around behind South Park's goal. At that time, the player that had the puck took a shot. SMACK! It sailed towards the goal. However, it never hit the back of the goal, instead hitting Craig in the side of the face.
"FUCK!" He screamed, losing his balance and falling onto his back. He tore his helmet off, clutching at his cheek. Thank fucking God it wasn't my fucking eye. He heard a scream when he screamed, assuming it was Tweek (or maybe it was his mom? He wasn't sure. His left ear was ringing). The referee appeared above him, Nathan as well (he was the goalie).
"Hey, kid, look at me!" The ref said, Craig doing everything he could to focus on the ref. The lights were too bright. He squinted up at him, yelling out in pain as the gash on his cheek started bleeding and throbbing more. The medic appeared now, inspecting his cheek.
"Yeah, that's gonna need stitches." The medic said, Craig grunting.
"No. F-fucking let me play. I can finish."
"Kid, your damn cheek is torn open. You're lucky he didn't take your fucking eye out."
"I'm aware! Let me play!" He hissed, sitting up. He let out a grunt as his ear was still ringing, the medic putting a hand on his shoulder.
"Kid, you shouldn't play!"
"There's twenty minutes left. I can do this." He hissed between his teeth, the medic sighing. He held up three fingers.
"How many fingers?"
"Three."
"Now?"
"Five."
"What about now?"
"One."
"Follow my finger." Craig's eyes followed his finger up, down, left, right, diagonal. He reached into his bag, applying some disinfectant ointment to a gauze pad before placing it on Craig's cheek. He hissed at the stinging, but would much rather suffer through the pain than not play. After the gauze was safely taped to his face, Craig tugged his helmet back on, standing up. The room of spectators applauded as he stood, skating back to the middle of the ice. He was still a little disoriented, but he knew he wanted to win more than anything now. Anything to wipe the smug look off the kid that hit him in the side of the head. They decided to do a face off again, the kid smirking.
"Hey, man, sorry about that." He murmured, Craig glaring at him.
"No you are fucking not." He smacked the puck as it was dropped, rushing past the kid to the opposing goal. No one could stop him, Craig quickly swinging and scoring another goal. He turned, meeting Tweek's gaze. The boy was still clearly shaken up, so he held up a thumbs up and winked his way, seeing some of the anxiety melt away from his boyfriend's face.
South Park won.
Craig went and got stitches right after the game.
Tweek came over to visit that evening.
He gave Craig a celebratory blowjob.
That Saturday night, the boys all sat in Token's basement, sipping on the drinks they brought.
"So…I just…I'm still trying to wrap my head around you, Tweek," Token said, sipping from his red solo cup. "Like…you're a fucking figure skater! And-and you're a state champion! That's…that's just…incredible!"
"Dude, when I saw you skate onto the fucking ice, my dad had to come into my room to make sure I wasn't being stabbed I screamed so loud!" Clyde said, standing up to rummage through his bag.
"M-m-my mom l-loved your s-song choice. I-I-I also l-liked the o-outfit. Very c-c-classy." Jimmy said from his place on the couch. Tweek laughed leaning against Craig's side.
"I just…I wanted your first experience with seeing me skate to be special!" Craig smiled around his cigarette, pulling it out of his mouth to speak.
"He fucking used the ice rink at night so no one saw him. I spied on him one night…well…I heard his music. He wasn't very discrete."
"Oh, so you're using the word spy now?" Tweek teased, laughing as Craig stuck his tongue out at him. Clyde sat back down, a mischievous grin on his face. Token glared at him.
"Clyde what is it?" Clyde pulled a bottle out from behind his back.
"I managed to get a bottle of Absinthe." Craig and Token's eyes widened.
"WHAT?!" They shouted, crawling over next to Clyde.
"W-w-what's Ab-Absinthe?" Jimmy asked, chuckling at how…excited the three had become.
"Absinthe is a fucking disgusting but super strong liquor!" Token said, Clyde pulling the cork out of the bottle. He had little shot glasses with him, pouring three for them.
"You two want a shot?" He asked, holding up two more shot glasses. Jimmy and Tweek looked at each other.
"One." They said, Tweek handing a shot to Jimmy as Clyde passed two to him. Clyde looked at him.
"To Tweek, for his state championship, and to Craig, for bringing South Park to victory!" They cheered, tossing the green liquid into their mouths. Once they swallowed it, Tweek was the first to gag.
"Fuck!" He hissed, squirming. Craig was coughing, along with Token and Jimmy. Clyde was gagging now too, doubling over onto the floor.
"Oh my god!" Clyde shouted, Craig still coughing into his arm.
"What-what the fuck?!" He coughed out, a grin on his face. Once they finally relaxed, Craig, Token, and Clyde looked at each other, Craig being the first to hold his shot glass out.
"You're having another?!" Tweek asked, a confused look on his face.
"I'm celebrating!" Tweek rolled his eyes, moving to sit on the couch with Jimmy.
"N-None of t-t-that shit f-for me e-e-ever again!" Jimmy laughed, setting his shot glass aside.
"Yeah, I'll pass." Tweek said, laying a blanket over his legs (Jimmy's legs too). Token shrugged.
"You two will have quite the show then." The three boys clinked their glasses together, tossing the liquid back into their mouths. Again, the green liquid had left them gagging.
After one more shot of the Absinthe (making it a grand total of three), Craig, Clyde, and Token were giggling on the floor, Tweek and Jimmy sitting on the couch as they watched them.
"H-H-He was right…we-we're g-g-getting quite the s-s-show." Jimmy murmured to Tweek, who let out a laugh.
"Oh absolutely."
"Hey-Hey…guys…wanna know something?" Craig slurred, his eyes half lidded as he sat up and fumbled to light a cigarette.
"What's up, best buddy ol' pal?" Clyde murmured, rolling onto his back to look at him.
"I think-I think Kyle Broflovski is-is gonna end up being my brother-in-law." Craig hiccupped around his cigarette, which caused him to snicker.
"What?! Why-why do you say things like that?!" Token mumbled, rolling himself up into a blanket.
"Ike and Tricia have been dating," he looked around for a moment. "And they're gonna fuuuuck." He whispered loudly, covering his mouth with his hand as he giggled. Tweek's eyes widened as he smiled, looking at Jimmy.
"How strong is that fucking drink?" he whispered, Jimmy grabbing the bottle that was set next to him.
"S-S-Seventy percent a-a-alcohol per v-volume." Tweek slammed a hand over his mouth, trying not to laugh.
"What?! Tricia-Tricia's too young!" Clyde whined, his hands tangling into his hair.
"I know! But-But I can't stop her! I won't cock block her!" Craig giggled at the word cock.
"Yeah! You have sex!" Token giggled, his face poking out of a blanket.
"I know! The best sex!" Craig yelled, Tweek smacking him on the arm. That caused Craig to fall into a fit of laughter, falling onto his back after putting his cigarette out in an ash tray.
"Hey-Hey can we-can we watch a movie?" Clyde asked.
"Not-don't fucking put Peter Pan on!" Craig yelled, pointing at Clyde. Token snorted.
"Are you gonna cry again?"
"It's sad!"
"What about Rocky?!" Clyde said, sitting up. The other two (very drunk) boys gasped.
"ROCKY!" They yelled, Token unraveling himself to rush over to the DVD shelf.
"I've never seen Rocky." Tweek said, blushing as they all turned to look at him (even Jimmy).
"What?! You-You're leaving to go to school in-in Philadelphia and you've never seen Rocky?!" Craig yelled, stumbling over to Tweek. He grabbed his hands, running them over his face. Tweek pulled one hand back so he didn't run it over his stitches, chuckling softly.
"Yeah that's right. What're you gonna do about it?" He teased, Craig's eyes lighting up.
"Well, I'm gonna show it to you!" He slurred, squeezing onto the couch as Token put the movie in. They spent the next few hours watching the movie, Tweek feeling more excited to go to Philadelphia. It was the final scene of the movie and Rocky had just gone the entire ten rounds. Everyone swarmed to interview him, but he kept calling out to Adrian. Tweek heard a sniffle and he froze, looking over at Craig.
"Are…are you crying?" Craig let out a sob.
"He-He did it!" He collapsed into Tweek's lap, sobbing into his thigh. Tweek's mouth fell open as he looked at Jimmy, who had pulled his phone out to record a Snapchat, the flash on his phone lighting them up in the dark basement.
"Craig, why are you crying, sweetheart?" He asked again, a grin on his face as he stroked his hair. Craig lifted his head up, his eyes red from crying.
"He-Rocky went the entire-entire ten rounds and-and he could only call for-for Adrian and he loves her! LOOK! They're hugging!" He sobbed out, Clyde and Token falling into a fit of laughter. Tweek realized now that Craig Tucker was an emotional drunk.
"Craig it's okay! They're happy!"
"I know! I'm-I'm so happy for them!" He sobbed, burying his face into Tweek's neck. Jimmy let out a laugh as he sent to snapchat to all the guys, Craig falling silent after a few more minutes. Tweek kissed his hair.
"You better?"
"No…" Tweek frowned, looking at him.
"Why not?"
"Cause you-you're gonna leave…and-and go there…to…to…the land of Rocky…" Tweek blinked, Craig sitting up slowly.
"Craig I-"
"No…don't…" He stood abruptly, stumbling over to the bathroom that was in the basement. He slammed the door behind him, making them all jump. Tweek bit his lip, looking in his lap. He waited five minutes, then ten, now twenty. After a half an hour had passed and Craig still hadn't come out of the bathroom, he walked over, knocking on the door lightly.
"Craig?" Silence. He knocked again. "Craig…it's me. Please…please don't do this…not while you're drunk…" Silence. He sighed, raising his hand to knock again. The door opened, Craig staring Tweek dead in the eyes. Tweek shivered, the gaze that met his eyes…angry.
"What?" He hissed, Tweek's eyes wide.
"Can…can we talk?" He whispered, reaching out to touch Craig's cheek. He flinched away, turning his back to walk into the bathroom. He didn't shut the door though, Tweek taking that as an invitation to come in. He shut the door behind him, leaning against it. He knew this conversation would come eventually, but he didn't want to have it tonight. Not while Craig was shit faced drunk.
"What-what do you want to talk about?" He slurred, swaying slightly.
"You…seem angry…"
"Well of fucking course I am! I fucking-I get to start dating the best thing that's ever entered my life and-and now he's leaving in seven months to go across the count-country!" He hissed, tangling his fingers into his hair. Tweek frowned, looking at his feet.
"Craig, this is something I really want to do. I…I need to get far away from here."
"What? South Park? Where we met? From me?" Tweek blinked.
"Craig, I don't want to get away from you!" He scoffed, sitting on the edge of the tub.
"Yeah, okay. Whatever." He murmured, closing his eyes.
"Why do you…you really think I want to get away from you?" Tweek felt hurt. They've been together almost two months now, but their history extended further than that.
"I just…the idea of you…fucking another guy…itpisses me off." He snarled, Tweek's blood running cold. He walked over slowly, sitting next to Craig.
"Do…do you think I want to break up with you when I leave?" Craig didn't answer, staring at the wall. "Craig…we talked about this…I thought we were going to do long distance?"
"Yeah, I want to. But what happens when you meet-meet some gorgeous guy at a party one night and he-he takes you away?" Tweek swallowed hard, wiping his eyes with his sleeve. He reached out slowly, placing his hand on top of Craig's.
"You think I'd do that to you?" Craig sniffled, swearing under his breath as he wiped his eyes with his other hand.
"Well…it could happen." He murmured, the anger still dripping from his voice. Tweek reached up, turning Craig's head to face his.
"That hurts, Craig." He choked out, tangling a hand into his hair. Craig blinked, looking Tweek in the eyes.
"What-"
"It hurts t-that you think I'd-I'd do that to you. YOU! Of-of all p-people! I…you don't understand how much I fucking love you. I've-I've loved you since fourth grade! I-I just…fuck you, man. Fuck you for thinking that low of me." He hissed, rushing towards the door. Craig lunged after him, pushing the door shut as Tweek tugged it open. He spun Tweek around, pressing him against the door. Craig's breath was shaky as he looked down at the boy with tears on his cheeks that was pinned between him and the door. Tweek's eyes were wide, a sob escaping his lips. Craig leaned his forehead against the door, letting out a soft sigh.
"I'm…I'm sorry, Tweek." He whispered, his voice hoarse from holding back his tears. Tweek punched his arm, making the taller boy hiss.
"T-that's it? You-you accuse me of-of tossing you out of my life like it's easy and that's it?! Sorry?!" He hissed, tears dripping off his jaw. Craig swallowed hard.
"I don't-"
"Know what to say. Because you're drunk! I didn't-didn't want to have this conversation now! B-Because you can barely stand up!" He shoved Craig backwards, Craig barely catching himself before falling. He blinked, tears filling his eyes. Tweek sniffled, his hand on the door knob. "Fucking…call me in the morning w-when you're done being an asshole a-about this." He hissed, storming out and slamming the door behind him. He grabbed his things, rushing upstairs and out the door. Downstairs in the basement, Craig Tucker sat in the bathroom, unable to move. For the first time in his life, Craig Tucker was afraid of Tweek Tweak walking out of his life.
NOTE: A few things: I go to school in Philadelphia and I have never seen Rocky either, I know very little about hockey, and I wanted to address a comment I get a lot of! A lot of people mention that they really enjoy the way I depict Tweek and Craig's relationship in this, and I wanted to say I base it loosely off of my relationship! The relationship I have with my boyfriend is very similar to the relationship Tweek and Craig have on the show (ex: Craig always calming Tweek down when his anxiety gets bad), but the dynamic and dialogue between them in this fic is very similar to my relationship! The argument that our boys had was loosely based on the situation I fidn myself in currently with my boyfriend of three years (he's graduating early and leaving to study abroad). Just a little fun fact! Thank you for reading, and as always, all comments are appreciated!