Marry You, a south park fanfic

It was a beautiful night, and Craig was drunk as fuck.

He laughed as Tweek helped him get into the car. Tweek's soft blonde hair tickled his chin, and he nuzzled his face into Tweek's hair. Tweek smelled heavenly, as always.

"Jesus Christ, Craig, stop cuddling, we're going to lose our balance!" Tweek shrieked as they almost toppled over in the parking lot.

Craig laughed once again. Tweek was being all silly. Cuddling was always a priority before balance.

"But you're so soft and I want to cuddle," Craig complained as he wrapped his arms around Tweek.

There they were, in the middle of a parking lot, with Craig wrapping Tweek in a bear hug as he rested his chin on the blonde's head.

"Fuck, Craig. I hate you when you're drunk," Tweek said as he tried to pry himself away from Craig to no avail.

"Nooo! You love me," Craig whined, then he pouted. "You always love me, babe."

Craig tightened his arms around Tweek's frame like he was afraid that the blonde would disappear.

"Fuck, man! I love you too. Now let me go or I'm going to suffocate," Tweek said as he pounded on Craig's chest.

"Sorry," Craig apologized as he flashed Tweek a silly smile. "I love you more," he said as he bowed down to place a soft kiss on Tweek's lips.

Tweek sighed as he stood on his toes and ruffled Craig's black hair. His green eyes held warmth as he smiled at Craig.

"You're such an idiot when you're drunk."

Craig scoffed as he leaned into Tweek's hand. He purred like a cat when Tweek ran his finger at the back of his neck.

"I'm not drunk."

"Yes, you are, dummy."

Tweek reached for Craig's left hand and clasped it against his.

"Come on, if you're not drunk, let's get in the car," Tweek bargained.

He tugged on Craig's hand as he gestured on the car seat.

Craig tilted his head on his side as he contemplated what Tweek had said.

"But, hooooney, I'm not drunk," Craig insisted.

"Craig..." Tweek said weakly as he stared desperately at his boyfriend.

Craig hummed as he tapped his lips with his finger.

"Will I get a prize if I get inside the car?" Craig asked, blue eyes wide with childish enthusiasm.

"Yeah, we can get a chicken nugget," Tweek said hopelessly. "Come on, honey, hop in," Tweek said as he gestured towards the car.

"Okay," Craig said as he settled on the passenger seat, almost banging his head on the car.

"Oh, geez, careful," Tweek muttered.

Tweek arranged Craig's legs comfortably inside the car. He reached over to put Craig's seatbelt on.

"Comfy?" Tweek asked as he looked straight at Craig.

Craig nodded, and he smiled warmly at Tweek. "Thanks, hon. I love you."

A silly grin graced Tweek's face as he shrugged. He kissed Craig on the cheek.

"I love you too. You drank, dork.'

Tweek pulled back, and he closed the car door gently. He then jogged towards the driver's seat.

"Okay, we're off to McDonald's," Tweek announced as he pulled out of the bar's parking lot.

Craig sobered up as he waited for Tweek inside the car. The blonde was inside McDonald's as he bought chicken nuggets for the two of them.

Craig fiddled with the box inside his jacket. It was there for months now, or maybe a year. He was not sure. The fact that Tweek hadn't even found it amazed him.

Craig ran his thumb over the smooth surface of the box. He never got the proper chance to ask Tweek the question. He was supposed to ask earlier when their group got together at the bar, but he ended up being so nervous that he drank so much to calm his nerves.

Craig puffed his cheeks as he messed up his hair. He and Tweek had been together for years, a decade even, but he still got nervous as fuck whenever he thought of asking the question.

Why was it so hard to ask that damn question in the first place?

Craig sighed as he looked outside the window. Tweek was coming out of the door, holding a paper bag of what he assumed were chicken nuggets. The bright street light made Tweek look like an angel in the middle of the parking lot.

Maybe he was still drunk, maybe the remaining alcohol in his system was giving him the extra courage that he needed, but maybe this was the moment he was waiting for all these months.

Craig put on his chullo as he got out of the car and walked towards Tweek. He clutched the box on his jacket. It was now or never.

"Craig! Why did you get out of the car? Are you going to puke? Pee? I could go to the bathroom with you," Tweek fussed as soon as Craig was right in front of him.

Tweek looked curiously at Craig as the taller man stood awkwardly before him.

"Hey, are you alright? You look constipated," Tweek said as he turned around. "Come on, let's go to the bathroom."

"Tweek," Craig said as he stopped Tweek in his tracks. "I know this may seem sudden and unplanned, but it's not."

Craig cleared his throat as he pulled down on his chullo. Tweek watched curiously as his boyfriend looked embarrassed as hell.

"I'm not drunk. No, maybe I'm a little drunk, but still…"

Craig got down on his knees.

"I want to marry you, Tweek. Will you marry me?"

Tweek stared at Craig with wide green eyes. He almost dropped the paper bag that he was holding.

"Craig! This is ridiculous!?"

Tweek pulled Craig up as he furiously looked around, worried that someone had caught Craig losing his mind.

"What? I'm freaking serious here."

"No!" Tweek shrieked completely taken off guard. "No way, man, this is too much pressure!"

Craig laughed as he put his hands on Tweek's shoulder to calm him down. Yes, he might be drunk, but he was fucking serious. He was planning this for years now.

"Just say yes, honey."

Craig gave Tweek a charming smile as he went down on his knee once again. McDonald's parking lot was not an ideal place he knew, but who cares?

"I'll ask again. Please, for the love of all things that are holy, don't say no for the second time."

Craig cleared his throat as he pulled a small box out of his pocket.

"Will you marry me, Tweek?"

"Shit, where does this even come from, Craig?"

"...From my heart?"

Tweek's nervousness disappeared as he laughed at Craig's reply. How could he turn down Craig when all of this came from his heart? Tweek snorted.

"You can't take this back when you're sober," Tweek said sternly at Craig, but his eyes were warm and filled with love.

"I wouldn't dare," Craig said as he reached for Tweek's hand with his free hand. He pressed a kiss on Tweek's knuckle. "Tweek Tweak, I love you. I do. I want to spend my life with you. Will you marry me?"

"Yes," Tweek finally answered. "Yes, I'll marry you, Craig Tucker."It was a beautiful night, and Craig was drunk as fuck.