NOTE: An early day update! (I woke up and couldn't go back to sleep and now I'm trying to post this before my dentist appointment in forty minutes). Little warning for underage drinking and implied sexual content! Please enjoy!
The following few days leading up to New Year's Eve was relatively the same: Craig went to work every day (Tweek two days that week) and they hung out and talked the night away. On New Year's Eve, they were gearing up for a party at Token's house (much like Bebe's Christmas Party, Token always threw a New Year's Eve party). Tweek was just finishing getting dressed that morning when he received a text in the group chat he had with Wendy, Bebe, and Heidi. He looked at his phone, blinking as he saw a text from Heidi.
SOS! SOS! MEET ME AT THE DINER IN TEN! PLEASE! SUPER SOS! LIKE CODE RED SOS!
Tweek tugged on a pair of shoes and ran downstairs, kissing his parent's cheeks as he rushed past.
"Where are you off to?" Richard asked, looking up from his book.
"Heidi texted a code red." Mary gasped.
"Shit, well go! We'll see you later!" Tweek rushed out, noting how weird it was hearing his mom curse, but in a way, it was comforting to know how much she cared about Tweek's friends. Tweek, Wendy, and Bebe all pulled into the diner at the same time, all rushing in to find Heidi at a booth already. Tweek slid in next to her (where she had a coffee waiting) while Bebe and Wendy sat across from them. Heidi's head was in her hands, her hair messy under her hat.
"Jesus Christ, Heidi, I was in the middle of finishing my makeup, what's this SOS?!" Bebe hissed, tugging her jacket off. Heidi looked up, her eyes clearly red from crying.
"S-so, uh, remember how I s-said I was going to text Eric about, uh, about getting b-back together?" They all nodded.
"Yeah, how'd he respond?" Wendy asked. Heidi bit her lip.
"T-that's the thing…I didn't text him…I, uh…c-called Kyle…" Tweek's eyes widened.
"Heidi…" He hissed, her eyes filling with tears.
"A-and I went over and-and we just…started fooling a-around! We-fuck!-I hooked up with Kyle!" Heidi practically yelled, Tweek slamming a hand over her mouth as people started turning their heads. Wendy and Bebe leaned across the table so all of them were huddled together.
"What the fuck do you mean you hooked up with Kyle Broflovski?!" Bebe hissed through her teeth, all of their eyes wide. Tweek pulled his hand back from Heidi's mouth.
"I mean that we fucked, BeBe! I don't know how I could make that any more obvious!" she whispered, her eyes wide. Wendy ran a hand through her hair, sighing heavily.
"Did Eric…?"
"He saw me l-leave Kyle's this morning…" All of them groaned, leaning back in their seats.
"Christ…this is a code red." Bebe mumbled, sipping her coffee.
"T-the worst part is…I just…told him everything! And…he's enraged," All of them went rigid, knowing well how bad Eric Cartman can be when he's completely and totally enraged. Heidi bit her lip. "And he wants blood. Your blood…Tweek." Tweek's eyes widened as he snapped his head to her.
"What the fuck do you mean?!" he yelled, Heidi slamming her hand over his mouth this time.
"Shh! I-fuck-I feel so bad! I-I just felt so confident in standing up to him that I let it slip that you were the one that told me I was perfectly fine without him!"
"I said that in the context of you two potentially getting back together!"
"Yeah but you're right!" All them stopped for a moment, realizing the extent of the situation. Yes, Heidi hooked up with the last person she should've ever hooked up with after dating Eric Cartman. Hell, she probably should have never hooked up with Kyle Broflovski after dating Eric Cartman! But their friend finally had the guts to stand up to her abusive ex-boyfriend and move on from him. Heidi Turner hasn't dated anyone since they broke up freshman year, and here she was, finally moving on. "I-I don't need him. I just…Kyle told me all these wonderful things and m-made me feel special. He talked to me and listened to me as if he was genuinely interested in me! Eric has never done that!" All of them looked at each other, a small smile forming on Wendy's face.
"I've always had a soft spot for Kyle." She admitted, sipping at her orange juice.
"Me too…something about his curly hair…" Bebe murmured, causing Heidi to blush.
"Yeah…he really likes it, uh, when you pull it." All of their eyes widened, realizing another thing: they now could talk about how another person is in bed. (They all know how Stan Marsh, Eric Cartman, Kenny McCormick, Clyde Donovan, Craig Tucker, Token Black, and now, Kyle Broflovski, are in bed).
"Oh my GOD! Details!" Wendy screeched, all of them leaning back in for the juicy details about Kyle. Heidi grinned, her cheeks a bright red.
"I just…I kissed him after ranting to him and it just went from there!" Tweek grinned.
"My turn to play the "how big" game!" He started with his hands closed, slowly moving them apart. Heidi raised a finger after a little bit to signal him to stop, Bebe, Wendy, and Tweek all turning to each other with wide eyes.
"Jesus, I didn't know Kyle had it!" Bebe practically yelled, causing Heidi to toss her head back as she laughed.
"I know I was pleasantly surprised!" She admitted. "But…" They all looked at each other, causing Tweek to blush as they all said, "Craig Tucker still has the biggest dick."
The party at Token's was somewhat formal (people always enjoyed looking nice for New Years). Craig was on his way to pick Tweek up, wearing a similar outfit as to Christmas Eve (black dress pants and shoes, now a light blue button up, suspenders, and a red bowtie). He pulled into Tweek's driveway, hopping out and knocking on his door. He tugged his chullo over his ears some more, the bitter cold of the evening a drastic change from the warmth of his car. Mary answered, grinning at Craig.
"My, don't you look handsome!" She cooed, causing him to smile and blush.
"Thanks, Mrs. Tweak." He breathed out, stepping in.
"Tweek! Craig's here!" There was a crash from upstairs.
"SHIT! I'm almost ready!" He shouted from upstairs, making Craig laugh. He sat down next to Mary and Richard on the couch, watching TV with them while they waited for Tweek. About ten minutes later, frantic footsteps came rushing down the steps, making Craig turn around. He froze, his cheeks turning a light pink as he saw his boyfriend at the bottom of the steps. He wore dark brown corduroy pants with dark brown boat shoes, a black button up, and a yellow bowtie. His hair was still a little messy, but there was clearly an attempt to try and tame it. Craig grinned slowly as he stood, walking over to give Tweek a chaste kiss.
"You, uh, you look…incredible." He whispered, causing Tweek to blush more.
"Y-Yeah? I wasn't sure! I just…threw it together?" He admitted, letting out a sheepish laugh. Mary squealed as she stood.
"Oh, you boys look so dashing! Let me get a few pictures and I'll send you off!" Tweek let out a soft laugh as Craig tugged him close, pressing their cheeks together. He could feel Craig's grin against his cheek, making him laugh more as he grinned just as wide. His mother snapped a few pictures, kissing their cheeks as they left. Once in the car, Craig leaned over and gave Tweek a kiss, his hand resting on the back of his neck. After a moment, he pulled away with a smack of their lips, a lazy grin on his face.
"What was that for?" Tweek laughed, wiping his mouth with his sleeve.
"Just…just because I could."
Token's house was already bustling when they arrived, the two boys walking up hand in hand to the door. Tweek froze before walking in, spotting Eric through the window. Craig stopped, frowning.
"Are you okay?" Tweek blinked, looking up at him.
"Huh? Oh! Yeah-yeah I'm fine!" He smiled up at Craig, the taller boy biting the inside of his cheek. That wasn't too convincing…They wandered to the kitchen, knowing that's where Token put all the alcohol. They poured themselves their drinks, Clyde popping up behind them.
"Dudes, you made it!" He yelled out in pain as Craig twisted around and smacked him across the face.
"How dare you not tell me you finally hooked up with Bebe!" He shouted over the music, Clyde's face going as red as his shirt.
"Shit! Fuck-dude-I'm so sorry!" Clyde was clearly drunk already, leaning his head against Craig's shoulder. "I've tainted our friendship!" He practically sobbed, Tweek taking the red solo cup out of his hand to prevent it from spilling. Craig couldn't help but grin, wrapping his arms around his friend.
"No, you didn't, Clyde! It's fine! I'm teasing you!" Clyde pulled away, his bottom lip sticking out.
"That was a mean joke!" He grabbed his drink back from Tweek. "But, yes, I finally hooked up with BeBe!" He shouted, a goofy grin on his face. "I think she wants to maybe date!" Tweek smiled around his cup as he took a drink, remembering the conversation a few days ago at the diner. You go girl. The three of them made their way around the party, catching up with Token and Jimmy. After about fifteen minutes, Tweek felt a tap on his shoulder. He froze, slowly turning around. Here comes a punch…But it never came. He blinked, seeing Kyle.
"Hey, uh, can I talk to you real quick?" He shouted over the music, Tweek nodding as he followed him upstairs where it was quieter. They went to the bathroom, Kyle closing and locking the door. He ran a hand through his hair (which Tweek desperately wanted to pull to test out Heidi's legitimacy), sipping at his drink. "I uh…I'm assuming…Heidi…told you?" Tweek sat on the sink's counter, leaning against the mirror as he nodded.
"Yeah, she, uh, told us this morning." Kyle nodded slowly, sitting on the edge of the bathtub. Tweek couldn't help but notice how long his legs were. He's always found the boy strangely attractive.
"Right…well, I just…wanted to say…thanks? Yeah…thank you." Tweek blinked, his eye widening a bit.
"What do you mean?"
"Heidi told me what you told her…how she should either set up ground rules with fatass or not be with him at all…" Tweek took a long sip from his drink, nodding slowly.
"Yeah! I mean…I just…want to see her happy." Kyle laughed softly, looking down.
"Yeah…me too." A silence fell between them, but it was a comfortable silence. Tweek hummed, standing up and walking over to sit next to Kyle. He leaned his head on his shoulder.
"You're good for her," Kyle looked at him, his cheeks almost as red as his hair. "She needs someone that will treat her right, especially after everything Cartman has put her through," Kyle nodded, letting out a breath he didn't realize he was holding. "You're the total opposite of him, which is exactly what she needs," Tweek stood, grabbing Kyle by his jaw to make him look him in the eyes. "Just know, Broflovski…if you hurt her," He smirked and shrugged. "Just know Bebe, Wendy, and I are ready to fight at any moment." Kyle's eyes were wide, a look of awe on his face.
"Jesus Christ, why is this kind of hot?" Tweek let out a laugh, causing Kyle to laugh too.
"Shut the fuck up, Kyle!" He laughed, walking out of the bathroom with him. Kyle stopped them before walking down the steps, placing a quick kiss to Tweek's cheek.
"Thanks again, Tweek." He gave a nod of his head, rushing back downstairs. Tweek hummed, taking a moment to look out at the party. He saw Craig dancing with the guys plus Stan, Wendy, Bebe, Heidi, and (now) Kyle. He made his way over, pushing through to get to Craig. He slid under his arms, pressing their chests together.
"Hey you." He slurred, his drink starting to take effect. Craig smiled, not feeling anything yet.
"Having fun?" Tweek grinned.
"A blast! I gotta smooch on the cheek from Kyle!" He giggled, Craig smiling.
"Yeah? Do I gotta look out for Kyle Broflovski swooping in on you?" Tweek glanced back, watching Kyle and Heidi dance together before turning back to Craig.
"I don't think he's going to be a problem."
It was about a half hour until midnight and everyone had settled into the living room to watch the New Year's festivities on TV. Tweek got up, going to the kitchen to get another drink. He was humming softly to himself as he poured a drink, completely blissful in his drunken state. He felt a pair of arms wrap around him, giggling softly as he leaned into the embrace.
"Hey you." He murmured, turning around. His eyes widened, meeting the cold, angry eyes of Eric Cartman.
"Yeah…hey you." He hissed through his teeth, pinning Tweek against the counter top. Tweek let out a grunt as the counter dug into his lower back, his attention turning back to Eric.
"What do you want?" He hissed back, trying hard to stay focused.
"Revenge."
"Why?"
"You fucking know why." He snarled, pinning Tweek's hands down. Tweek grunted, squirming to try and get out of his grip.
"Just because Heidi didn't choose you doesn't mean it's my fault!" He yelled, grunting in pain as Eric punched him across the face. He grabbed his jaw, making Tweek look at him.
"You think this is a game?! Heidi slept with Kyle! How could you fucking tell her those things?!"
"I gave her advice for getting back with you! She figured this out on her-" he let out a yell of pain as Cartman punched him in the stomach, causing the counter to push deeper into his back. He started slumping against Cartman, gasping for air.
"Shut the fuck up!" He snarled, tossing Tweek onto the ground. Tweek took the moment to try and stand, but he was kicked back down, Cartman looming over him with something in his hands. Tweek froze, his eyes widening as he saw what was in his hand: walnuts.
"C-Cartman-Cartman no." He breathed out, gasping as his throat was grabbed.
"I did my research, Tweek. I found in the nurse's records that you have…allergies."
"Are you fucking crazy?! I could DIE!" He choked out, tears filling his eyes. Cartman tugged his jaw down, an evil glint in his eye.
"That's what I'm fucking hoping for," Tweek tried to scream before the handful of walnuts was shoved into his mouth, Cartman using his grip to make Tweek chew. He refused to swallow, he couldn't. His mouth was already itching. When Cartman saw he wasn't swallowing, he leaned down and growled, "If you don't fucking swallow I'll tell everyone you cheated on Craig," Tweek's eyes widened, whimpering as he forced the nuts down his throat. Cartman smirked, standing up. "Good." He hissed, walking out of the room. Tweek was completely panicking, his mouth and throat burning as he fumbled to stand up. He clawed at his bowtie, undoing it to scratch at his neck. He swallowed hard, trying to get the voice he desperately needed. He stumbled into the living room, Clyde the first to see him.
"Tweek?" He called out, Wendy turning. Her eyes widened, seeing how red Tweek's neck was.
"Tweek!" She screamed as Tweek fell, gasping for air. Craig's eyes widened, rushing over.
"Tweek, what the fuck happened?!" He pulled him up, the smaller boy struggling to breathe now. He took the deepest breath he could, choking out, "E-ERIC!" Craig's eyes widened, Wendy pulling her jacket on.
"He ate something he shouldn't have! Craig, we gotta go, now!" Craig nodded, scooping Tweek up in his arms as him and Wendy rushed out of the house.
"Call us when you get to the hospital!" Token shouted, Clyde and Jimmy behind him as they stood at the doorway.
"I will!" Wendy shouted back, sitting in the back seat with Tweek. Craig raced off to the hospital, tears brimming his eyes as he listened to Tweek cough and struggle for air. "Tweek, look at me, try and count for me!" Tweek's breathing was becoming wheezed, his throat an ugly purpleish red against his pale skin. There were scratch marks all over it from him trying to soothe the burning pain of suffocating slowly. He slowly started counting, only making it to seven by the time they got to the hospital (which was a ten-minute drive at the rate Craig was driving). Once there, Craig tugged Tweek into his arms, rushing in with Wendy. "We need help!" Wendy shouted, tears in her eyes. Tweek's lips were now turning purple, his eyes half lidded as he wheezed into Craig's neck.
"F-Fuck, Tweek, stay awake!" Craig practically sobbed, placing him on a stretcher as some nurses ran up. Wendy and Craig walked with the stretcher for as long as they could, both informing the doctor that he didn't have an EpiPen on him. Tweek's body twitched as they jabbed the EpiPen into his thigh, Wendy and Craig being stopped as they rushed Tweek to emergency care. Craig felt sick. This wasn't how New Year's Eve was supposed to happen. They were supposed to be kissing now. It was after midnight. They should be celebrating the New Year together. Instead, he was watching his boyfriend practically die in his arms in Hell's Pass Hospital. He slumped into a chair next to Wendy, his gaze fixated on the floor. Hot tears fell down his cheeks.
"I'm going t-to kill Eric." He choked out, his gaze never leaving its spot on the floor. Wendy looked at him, placing her hand on his.
"I-I know. I want to as well…b-but I don't think it will solve anything at this point…I'm convinced he's the Devil," Craig's nose scrunched a bit, wincing as his nose was still recovering from Christmas Eve. He sniffled, his chest heaving as he tried his hardest not to cry right now. He needed to be strong. Strong for Tweek. Strong for Wendy. Strong for Mary and Richard. His thoughts were cut off as Wendy reached out to wipe the tears off his cheeks. The gentle touch sent him over the edge, a sob escaping his lips as he collapsed into Wendy's arms. Wendy blinked, gripping the boy closer to her. "Hey-hey it's g-gonna be okay! We made it! H-He's in good hands now." She tried everything to soothe the boy in her arms, looking up as Kenny, Kyle, Heidi, and Stan rushed into the hospital. They froze, surprised to see Craig Tucker so…broken. Heidi had clearly been crying, Kyle was clearly shaken up as well. Stan walked over and sat next to Wendy, kissing the top of her head to show that he was here for her, too. Heidi sat down next to Craig, rubbing his back. The new hand caused Craig to sit up slowly, his eyes tired and red as he looked at everyone who was now here.
"Hey dude." Kenny said, causing Craig to blush. He felt embarrassed that others had to see him so weak. He quickly wiped his eyes, trying to steady his breathing.
"H-Hey Ken…" He cursed himself as his voice cracked. Kyle frowned, kneeling in front of him.
"Dude…you don't have to be strong for us. Cartman literally tried to kill your boyfriend," Craig flinched at the mention of his name, a flash of anger crossing his face. "It's okay to show emotion." That seemed to be the advice everyone had for Craig these past few weeks. Maybe he should finally listen to it. He gave a small nod, standing slowly.
"I'm…I'm gonna call his parents…" He murmured, stepping outside. Heidi hiccupped, looking down.
"F-fuck this is my fault, isn't it?" Stan's eyes widened.
"Whoa, Heidi, this is in no way your fault!" Kenny grabbed her hands.
"Heidi, there is nothing in this world that can stop a raging Eric Cartman. Once he has his mind set on something, there's no turning back for him." Kyle nodded, sitting next to her and wrapping an arm around her.
"Please don't beat yourself up, Heidi." Wendy whispered, wiping the tears off her cheeks as she leaned into Stan's embrace. Heidi nodded slowly, leaning into Kyle. She closed her eyes, sobbing into his neck. Craig walked back in slowly, running a hand through his hair as he slowly paced in front of his friends. A silence filled the air, the room heavy and thick with anxiety. Kenny was the first to break the silence.
"Can we talk about how hot we all look tonight?" Craig couldn't help but smile a bit, looking at everyone sitting down. He wasn't wrong. Everyone did look hot, it was almost too much for Craig Tucker's bisexual heart. Stan let out a laugh, causing Wendy to giggle.
"I mean…we do." Kyle said with a grin, Craig blushing a bright red.
"This has to be Craig's dream right now. A couple of hot guys and gals. Be still your bisexual heart." Kenny teased, causing Craig to flip him off with a smirk.
"Craig looks the hottest." Kyle admitted, shrugging his shoulders as Heidi looked up at him.
"Thanks, dude." Craig laughed, looking at his feet. He needed a laugh like that. He heard heels clacking on the tile, looking up to see Mary rushing towards him with Richard not far behind. Before Craig could say anything, her arms were already wrapped around his chest, sobbing into it. He blinked, holding her close in an effort to comfort her.
"Thanks for calling us, Craig." Richard said, bags under his eyes. Craig gave a nod.
"Of course. I just…I would've called sooner…it just…happened so fast." Richard gave a curt nod, looking over at the other kids waiting with Craig.
"Are you…all here for Tweek?" They all nodded, which made Richard Tweak's heart flutter. He didn't realize his son had so many friends that genuinely cared about it. A warm feeling filled his chest. He thinks it was pride.
Another hour later and all of them were still patiently waiting in the waiting room. Craig and Richard were pacing while Mary conversed quietly with Kyle and Heidi. Finally, a doctor walked out.
"Are you all here for…," The doctor looked at his chart, squinting. "Tweek…Tweak?" He shook his head quickly, looking up. They all stood, walking over.
"Yes-yes! H-how's my baby?" Mary asked, fear on her face. The doctor smiled.
"He's fine. It took us awhile to stabilize him since he got the EpiPen so late, but he's going to be fine," They all sighed in relief, Craig's eyes closing as he smiled softly. "You can all go back to see him now." They all thanked the doctor, following him to Tweek's room. Craig froze as he walked in, smiling slowly. Even with tubes and wires attached to him and in a hospital gown, Tweek still managed to take his breath away. Heidi rushed over with Mary, helping Tweek sit up slowly.
"Y-you're all here for me?" He breathed out, almost in disbelief. Stan smiled.
"Yeah, dude! We wanted to make sure fatass knew that you were better than him." Tweek let out a soft laugh, looking at Heidi.
"You alright?" She bit her lip, tears already in her eyes again.
"I-I'm-"
"No. Don't you say you're sorry. This is in n-no way your fault." Tweek grabbed her hand, giving it a squeeze.
"I-it's because of me though!" Tweek shook his head.
"It's because of l-love." Heidi blinked, her cheeks turning red.
"Are you going to have him arrested? He technically tried to kill you." Kyle asked, his eyes full of concern (which warmed Tweek's heart). He thought a moment, shaking his head.
"I-It…I understand his motives…I still fucking hate him…but he was blinded with anger and-and…I guess…love? I'll get my revenge on him…don't worry." Tweek smirked, causing Craig's heart to flutter. His boyfriend's ferocity over the situation was…hot. It was hot seeing Tweek look so determined. He knelt next to his bed, leaning his head against his arms as he rested them on the side railing of the hospital bed.
"You look tough with that black eye." He whispered, causing Tweek to laugh softly.
"We look like a mess. Your eyes are still bruised from your nose."
"People will think we beat each other." Tweek laughed harder, which made Craig grin. Despite everything that had happened tonight, Tweek Tweak still had his spirits.
After everyone spent about an hour with Tweek, they slowly started trickling away until it was just Craig and Tweek's parents. Craig laid in bed with Tweek while Richard and Mary left to go get them some food. Craig stroked his hair gently, watching the TV in the corner of the room. Tweek looked up suddenly.
"I never got a New Year's kiss." He whispered, Craig looking down at him. He smiled softly, chuckling.
"Are you in any condition to be kissed?"
"Shut the fuck up and kiss me." He breathed out, pressing their lips together. Craig heard fireworks. He wasn't sure if they were real or in his head, but they felt real. Tweek heard them too, but it turns out it was in both of their heads. Craig's arms snaked around Tweek's waist, tugging him closer. After what felt like forever (it was only about a minute), Tweek slowly pulled away, a grin on his face.
"Your lips are so chapped." Craig murmured, causing Tweek to let out a laugh.
"Sorry, let me just put on some chap stick." Tweek raised his middle finger, pretending to take a cap off of it as he rubbed his middle finger over his lips. Craig' mouth fell open, his eyes wide.
"What the fuck that's so genius." He whispered, kissing Tweek again between his laughter.
"I can't take credit for it I saw it somewhere ages ago." He laughed, leaning back to look at Craig. The two just looked at each other for a moment, grins on their faces. Craig sat up on his elbow, looking down at Tweek.
"What are your goals for this year?" Tweek rolled on his back, thinking for a minute.
"Well…I want to win my competition next month, have crazy adventures with you, do well my first semester of college, annnnnd…dance more with you." Craig grinned at him, kissing his nose.
"That sounds like a fun year."
"What about you?"
"Pretty much the same things, just…not break a bone in my ice hockey season this spring."
"How many bones have you broken exactly?"
"I've broken both my wrists, a few fingers, my leg once, my arm, my foot, my nose a few times, even before my fucking Uncle…I've broken a lot of bones." Tweek laughed, playing with Crag's suspenders.
"Yeah, please don't break any more bones. They'll think you're Humpty Dumpty." Craig snorted, punching his arm gently.
"It's not like I meant to."
"I know you, Tucker. You'd break a bone to get out of a situation." Craig blinked, blushing.
"I did that once…I broke my pinky to get out of going to my grandmother's one year." Tweek laughed.
"My point exactly." The two laid conversing for a while before Mary and Richard came back with food in their hands. They all talked, to hoped up on adrenaline to sleep that evening. Tweek eventually fell asleep against Craig, Craig taking the time to send a quick text to his mom.
Hey mom. Sorry I didn't call you earlier, but there was an emergency involving Tweek. Everything is okay now, but I just wanted to say that I love you and that I'm completely and utterly in love with Tweek fucking Tweak.
NOTE: I am also allergic to nuts (among many other foods) and actually had someone conspire to feed me nuts in the third grade to see what would happen. I based Tweek's reactions on my personal experiences (I've, thankfully, never had to go to the hospital or use my EpiPen because I catch it early enough!) and also: PLEASE DON'T FORCE FEED PEOPLE WITH FOOD ALLERGIES! This has been a PSA!