NOTE: Warning for violence, homophobic slurs, and slight sexual content!
In the days leading up to Valentine's Day, Craig and Tweek decided to try and not see each other as often as they normally did. Craig was busy with ice hockey practices anyways and Tweek worked a few days as well. Valentine's Day was on an inconvenient Thursday, but that didn't stop the boys from wanting to at least enjoy a nice dinner together. Mary and Richard left the house to them while they went out to enjoy their own dinner, Tweek offering to cook for Craig in an effort for the both of them to save money. Craig arrived at seven o'clock (just like Tweek had asked him too), wearing a nice button up shirt, a pair of jeans, and boat shoes. He tried to style his hair a little differently, but it didn't work out (Craig wasn't too heartbroken over the situation). He swallowed hard before ringing the doorbell, chuckling a bit as he heard a clanking that sounded a lot like Tweek dropping something from within the house.
"Shit! COMING!" He heard Tweek shout, frantic footsteps approaching the door. As the door was pulled open, Craig blinked. Tweek had pulled his hair out of his face and into a little ponytail, bobby pins near his hairline to pin down any shorter pieces of hair. He wore a white button down with a navy-blue sweater over top of it and khaki's. Craig smiled a bit.
"Well…you look dashing." He murmured, kissing Tweek's forehead as he walked inside. Tweek blushed as he shut the door behind him, walking past Craig to return to the kitchen. Craig grabbed his wrist as he walked past, holding out the roses he brought with dark cheeks. Tweek smiled.
"Well…aren't you charming." He teased, taking the flowers with a nod of his head. Craig snorted.
"I don't know about charming…well…maybe. My grandmother always said I was charming."
"She's a smart woman." Tweek said, arranging the flowers in a vase very quickly and setting them on the table. As the timer on the oven went off, Tweek yelped as he rushed across the kitchen in two big strides. He put an oven mit on his hand, reaching in and grabbing the dish and setting it on the counter. Craig watched as Tweek inspected his handy work.
"May I ask what's on the menu tonight?"
"Lasagna." Craig's mouth fell open.
"Are you…are you for real?" Tweek smiled, putting the lasagna back in the oven for five more minutes.
"Is that an issue, Mr. Tucker?"
"NO! I just…it-it's my favorite pasta." Tweek laughed, but it was the kind of laugh that made Tweek toss his head back as he did.
"I know it is. I, uh…called your mom."
"Oh, so now I have to worry about you and mom being in cahoots?" He teased, raising an eyebrow. Tweek blushed.
"You're so paranoid…and that's coming from me." Craig snorted, walking over to Tweek.
"Can I help with anything?"
"Oh, nonono this is for you-well-us! Dinner is almost ready, so have a seat. You can-you can fix yourself a drink!" Craig nodded, walking over the fridge and opting to just get a glass of water. He got two, assuming Tweek would drink water (the only caffeine he ever drank anyways was coffee). Craig sat down, admiring Tweek's attention to detail with the table's set up. It was romantic-well-romantic for a low budget dinner. Craig adored it. He blinked as Tweek set his plate in front of him, his mouth salivating.
"Holy shit." He breathed out, looking at Tweek and silently asking for permission. Tweek chuckled, giving a nod.
"Happy Valentine's Day, handsome," He said, Craig happily digging in. Tweek couldn't help but grin at the way Craig's eyes fluttered shut, hearing the moan escape Craig's lips. "I take your silence as a sign that it's good?" Tweek asked, taking a bite of his own lasagna piece. Craig could only nod, which made Tweek's chest swell. After Craig indulged in two more pieces of lasagna, Tweek started the clean-up process.
"Here, let me help you."
"I'm surprised you're not in a food coma after the way you just ate."
"I'm comfortably full." Craig admitted, bringing their dishes from the table over. Tweek blushed smiling softly. They fell into a comfortable silence, the entire situation very…domestic. It was comforting to the boys. Once they were all finished cleaning up, Craig noticed that Tweek's face was particularly red.
"Hey…wait here for about…uh, three minutes." Tweek said suddenly, causing Craig to blink as he watched Tweek rush up the steps. He shook his head to snap himself back into reality, plopping onto the recliner while he waited. Almost ten minutes had passed, and just as Craig was starting to get worried, he felt his phone buzz.
Come to my room.
Craig felt the blood rush to his face (and down to his groin) as he swallowed hard, standing up slowly and making his way up the steps. Tweek's bedroom door was cracked open, Craig pushing it open. The sight that was presented to Craig made his eyes widen and his mouth fall open. Tweek laid on his bed, his legs kicked up into the air as he laid on his stomach. He wore what looked to be a pair of black briefs, but garters attached to them, which then attached to fishnet leggings. His cheeks were a bright red and his hair was taken out of its ponytail.
"S-sorry it took so longer. I c-couldn't buckle the fucking garters," He admitted, plopping his face onto the mattress. Craig nodded slowly, watching as Tweek sat up onto the edge of the bed as he closed the door behind him. The room smelt sweet, Craig noticing a candle on the night stand (it was lavender vanilla). Tweek bit his lip. "Is…this is stupid i-isn't it?" Craig's eyes widened.
"God no." He breathed out, slowly walking over to Tweek. The blonde blushed more as he watched his boyfriend kneel in front of him, his eyes raking over his body. Tweek shivered as he felt his hands roam over his legs.
"Y-Yeah? You…do you like it?"
"I…fuck, I love it," He murmured, following the length of Tweek's legs all the way down to his toes. "H-How did you…find this?" Tweek blushed.
"Wendy, Bebe, and I went to the s-sex shop in the next town over," He admitted. "I-I had mentioned the idea to them as a possible gift to you. I…I know i-it isn't physical like yours but…I-I thought this could be a reoccurring thing."
"Please let it be a reoccurring thing." Tweek could hear the strain in Craig's voice, signaling he was struggling to control his emotions.
"You okay?" He practically purred, a sudden wave of confidence surging through him as he laid down on his back. Craig nodded slowly, continuing to run his hands over Tweek's body.
"You…you're incredible." Tweek smiled, humming softly.
"You flatter me," Tweek let his leg that Craig had been holding drop, wrapping it around Craig's lower back to tug him onto the bed. Craig gasped, planting his hands besides Tweek's shoulders. The blonde below him giggled, slowly undoing the buttons of his shirt. "Just relax, baby." Craig's chest tightened at the pet name, his heart swelling. He let his eyes shut as he felt Tweek's lips on his chest. He felt like he was floating. I don't want to come back down.
The school the following day had a very relaxed feeling to it. Craig assumes it's because everyone got laid last night (at least most of the people at his lunch table did). Craig sat at lunch with Kyle, Stan, Kenny, Wendy, Bebe, Heidi, Token, Jimmy, and Clyde. Tweek had texted him to say he would be a little late to the table since he chose to buy lunch today. He looked up to see Tweek walking over, smiling softly at him. His body seized up as he saw the leg extend in front of Tweek, watching as his boyfriend went tumbling to the ground, food splashing up onto him. He heard Tweek shout in pain, his hand going up to wipe the milk off his face. Craig felt his blood run cold as his shirt was grabbed by Eric Cartman, who proceeded to drag Tweek to Craig's table. Craig was already standing, fists clenched at his side. Eric hasn't shown his face to them since New Year's, so Craig was very suspicious as to why he was acting out now. Tweek was tugging at the collar of his shirt, trying to stop it from digging into his neck. Eric glared at Craig.
"I think you lost something." Craig grabbed Eric's wrist, his grip loosening enough for Tweek to be tugged away from him by Stan and Kyle. Craig noticed the entire lunchroom had fallen silent.
"I think you lost your fucking mind. I should beat your ass right here and now!" Craig said between his teeth. Cartman smirked, shaking his head.
"Man, Craig. You don't fucking understand the connections I have." Craig's brows furrowed as he shoved him.
"What the fuck does that mean, fatass?!" He yelled, stepping towards him as Cartman stepped backwards away from him.
"It means that I know things about you," Craig blinked, watching the mischievous grin crawl across Eric's face. "I know things about your family. I know your sister is screwing around with the other Jew in town," Craig could practically hear Kyle's blood boil. "I know your father makes a reasonable amount of money…I know your mother has a very estranged brother," Craig froze, his eyes widening as the door open. He fucking didn't…Behind Cartman stood his Uncle Charlie. "Charles here was happy to come drive two hours away to pay you a visit. Especially after he heard he could meet your little boy toy." Craig's heart nearly stopped as his Uncle took a few slow steps towards him, Craig being the one to step backwards now away from the man coming towards him.
"It's been awhile, boy." His Uncle snarled, the smell of cigar filling Craig's nostrils (he swore he smelt whiskey as well).
"Not long enough."
"Now…I need an introduction to this boy toy of yours…," Craig made no effort to move as his hips hit his lunch table. He had forgotten how fast his uncle was, the fist connecting with his cheek before shoving his face into the table. He let out a grunt, mentally thanking Stan and Kyle for keeping Tweek between them. He yelled out in pain as Charlie dug a finger against the stitches on his face, gritting his teeth. "Well? Which one is he?! Which one made you a fucking faggot?!" Craig shot his elbow up, connecting it with Charlie's jaw.
"Get fucked!" He shouted, yelling in pain as Eric punched him in the side.
"That's no way to talk to family, Craig," He snarled, shoving Craig's face back down onto the table. Eric smirked, pointing to Tweek. "The blonde, Charles. That's him." Craig tried to get up as fast as possible, wheezing as Eric punched him in the stomach. Why are you letting this happen?! How is he beating you?! He watched as his Uncle smirked, wrapping an arm around Tweek's chest and picking him up. Stan and Kyle tried to pull him back down, but let go when Charlie whipped out his switch blade. Craig's eyes widened.
"Let him go!" he choked out, shoving Eric off of him and rushing towards Charlie. He stopped in his tracks as he pressed the blade to Tweek's side, chuckling.
"Don't react so quickly, boy. I just wanna have a little chat with this faggot here to possibly straighten him out!" Tweek whimpered, squirming under his grip. Craig could feel blood on his face, unsure as to where it was coming from. He noticed how eerily quiet the room was, wondering as to why no one had left to get help yet. Because your raging lunatic of an Uncle is technically holding everyone hostage. Charlie turned his gaze to Tweek, running the blade down his jaw. "What's your name, boy?" He snarled, causing Tweek to whimper. He swallowed hard.
"Tw-Tweek, sir." Charlie grinned slowly.
"Sir?! Oh, Craig you got a good boy toy here. He's respectable!" He tossed Tweek down onto the ground, a heavy thud echoing through the room as Tweek gasped for air. "Now, listen here…Tweek, is it? I'm going to beat the ever-living shit out of my fucking nephew here, and I just want you to know it's your fault." Craig watched as Tweek started panting, his eyes become frantic. He couldn't handle Eric, his uncle, and Tweek having a panic attack all at once.
"Tweek, don't fucking listen to him! This has nothing to do with-" He gasped as Cartman kneed him in the stomach, doubling over in pain. Why the fuck has no one gotten help?! Why does he have so much control?! Craig coughed as he tried to refocus, watching as Cartman held Tweek's hands behind his back as his Uncle made his way towards him. He yelled out in pain, feeling that familiar fist connect with his jaw. Craig immediately retaliated, punching him in the side repeatedly before punching him across the face. Charlie clearly did not like that, Craig panicking only slightly as he saw his switch blade reappear. His dad wasn't here to hit Charlie over the head this time. Craig was on his own. He saw Stan and Kenny jump up.
"No stay down!" He shouted, yelling out in pain as the blade just grazed his side. He kicked his uncle's hand, forcing him to drop the blade. He used his shoulder to shove him aside, kicking the knife in the direction of his table. Kenny reached out and grabbed it, tucking it away. Charlie turned slowly to him.
"That's my favorite fucking knife!" he yelled, punching Craig in the stomach. Craig doubled over in pain, screaming as his knee connected with his other cheek. He could feel his eyes swelling, making it difficult to focus. Why am I losing?! He thought, slugging a punch towards his uncle. He easily dodged it, punching Craig in the face again. He coughed hard, feeling blood pass his lips and start pooling into his mouth. "Pathetic little shit!" His uncle growled, shoving him up against a wall. He groaned, his head lulling from side to side. "How the fuck did you manage to beat me on Christmas Eve? Was it because daddy was there to help you? Or maybe it was your bitch of a mother and sister holding me back." Craig snarled, spitting blood in his face.
"D-don't you dare talk about m-my family that way." He yelled, his voice sounding like it was muffled by cotton. His right eye was completely swelled shut, making it difficult to focus on his Uncle. He heard a laugh, then ringing as he was punched in the side of the head. He was let go by his uncle, sliding down the wall to the floor as his vision faded in and out. Somewhere, through the ringing in his ears, he heard it: "C-CRAIG! C-Craig get up! C-Craig!" Tweek. He was still pinned down by Cartman, his uncle making his way over to him. He was delusional. He heard music. He couldn't figure out if it was real or in his head (it was in his head). It sounded a lot like the ending music in Rocky. He blinked, seeing how his Uncle grabbed Tweek's jaw. In that moment, Craig felt a rush of adrenaline flow through him. Nobody touches Tweek. He shot up from the ground, running across the cafeteria.
"Don't you fucking touch him!" He screamed, Charlie turning around in time to be tackled to the ground by Craig. Once Stan and Kenny saw he was down, they bolted over to grab Cartman, people cheering. They were cheering Craig on. Craig kept punching his Uncle, managing to avoid any punches he threw up at him. Kyle had grabbed Tweek, pulling him back to the table and out of the way. He heard Cartman yelling in frustration. He heard the doors finally open and faculty running in. He felt someone pull him off his uncle. He felt tired. He needed to know that Tweek was okay. "Tweek!" He screamed as he was dragged to the opposite end of the cafeteria from his uncle.
"Craig!" His voice was so far away, the muscles in his neck giving out. His head fell backwards, coughing violently as the adrenaline in his veins started wearing off. He heard voices. Unfamiliar voices. Mom? Dad? Tricia? He thought, trying to focus on the faces above him. He saw a bright light. Am I dying? The nurse was inspecting his barely open eye, trying to test for a concussion.
"T-Tweek!" He shouted again, feeling a weight on his shoulder. Where's that music coming from?! There was no music. It was still playing in Craig's head.
"Craig-Craig I'm here!" He felt a familiar hand in his, groaning as his head was spinning. He felt blood running down his chin, presumably from his mouth. He felt like he had taken a drink of something, but it was all blood.
"We have to get him to the hospital," The nurse said, standing. "Try and keep him awake while we call nine-one-one!" She shouted over her shoulder to Tweek, rushing out the door. Wendy and Kyle ran over, Craig trying to get up.
"'m-m okay!" He slurred, standing on wobbling legs. Tweek pushed him over to their table, making him lay on it.
"N-no you're not! F-fucking stay still!" He sobbed, tugging at his hair. Through his delirious state of mind, Craig found a sense of reality in watching Tweek tug at his hair. He frowned, reaching out a bloodied and bruised hand to grab Tweek's wrist.
"You…y-you're gonna pull y-your hair out." He grumbled, his good eye fluttering open and close.
"Dude, you gotta stay awake!" Kyle pulled him so he was sitting upright, shaking his shoulders.
"'m-m tired." He slurred, falling forward. Kyle caught him, Wendy helping Kyle hold him up once he was sitting upright on his own again. Tweek stood in front of Craig, his hands on his thighs.
"You…your face was just starting t-to look better." He whispered, trying to lighten the mood. Craig smirked a bit.
"I k-know." He murmured, his head rolling back.
"Hey-hey C-Craig come on!" Tweek shouted, shaking his legs. Craig groaned, his ears starting to ring again. He heard heels rushing towards him. It was the nurse again.
"Come on-come on the ambulance is here!" She seemed frantic (probably because she's never really had to deal with an emergency like this). Kyle slugged his arm under Craig's, tossing Craig's arm over his shoulder. Tweek got on the other side of Craig, helping Kyle take him outside. Tweek couldn't help but whimper at how much blood was on the cafeteria floors. Stan and Kenny tugged Cartman outside to where the police were as well, the police coming in to arrest Charlie for assault and trespassing on school property. Craig's legs started dragging as they left the cafeteria, the movement becoming too much for him.
"No-no, come on, dude! Keep moving!" Kyle encouraged, walking a little faster. Their entire group was behind them, trying to encourage Craig to keep moving (it was more of an effort to try and keep him awake). Their voices were so distant, the music still in his head. He moaned as he tried moving his legs, every muscle in his body screaming to give up. He started coughing, fresh blood falling down his chin.
"T-Tweek."
"I'm-I'm here, Craig."
"I d-did it."
"Did…did what, Craig?" Craig smiled a bit, looking at him.
"I-I made it all ten rounds." Craig's good eye fluttered shut before collapsing forward, the music still playing in his head even after he lost consciousness.
When Laura Tucker received a call at work from the high school, she wasn't expecting it to be a call informing her that her estranged brother beat the shit out of her son and threatened his boyfriend with a knife at lunch. She felt a lump in her throat, quickly rushing out of work as she called her husband to catch him up. She drove to the hospital across town, tears in her eyes. She ran up to the nurse's station.
"H-Hi I'm-I'm here for m-my son, Craig T-Tucker! He was-he was just-"
"Yes, we know of Mr. Tucker. He's in the intensive care unit. There's a young man back there with him now. Room two fifteen." Laura gave a nod, running down the hall to the room. The sound of her heels on the linoleum only made her anxiety worse. She opened the door, letting out a sob as she rushed to her son's side. Tweek was curled up in the chair on the other side, a blanket on his lap and tears on his cheeks.
"H-He's been out for about a-an hour." He choked out, scratching at his wrists. Laura noticed it, remembering Craig saying one time that Tweek did that when anxious.
"Hey-Hey, no, none of that." She cooed, setting her emotions aside for a moment to console the boy. Hell, he had to be victim of his violence too. She knelt in front of him, taking ahold of his hands. Tweek started crying again, his eyes still red from his previous break down.
"I-It's my fault!" He cried, his face twisting up in anger.
"Tweek, sweetheart, this is the f-farthest thing from your fault! What happened today h-has nothing to do with you."
"Y-Yes it does! E-Eric Cartman brought him to the school! C-Cartman tried to kill me on New Year's because I-I ruined his chances with Heidi Turner!" He slurred out, his words barely making sense to him. Laura blinked, frowning.
"Just because Eric Cartman was spawned from the asshole of Satan doesn't m-mean that any of this is your fault." She whispered, running her thumbs over his wrists. He hiccupped, sniffling as he tried to calm himself.
"I just…h-he does so much to protect me…I-I can protect myself! I just…I-I started panicking and-and it happened so fast!" He breathed out, his eyes wide.
"Things happen that we can't control, sweetie."
"I know and I hate that! I-I hate not having control!" He sobbed, his breathing erratic again. Laura cupped his face in her hands, wiping the tears off his cheeks with her thumbs.
"Tweek, look at me," She whispered, the tone in her voice soothing Tweek. "I want you to drill this over and over i-into your head: this is not my fault. I had no control over what happened today. I am strong. I am capable of being independent. I am talented. I can do so many things for myself. I am Tweek Tweak. I am wonderful, smart, and I am not responsible for what happened today." The words looped in Tweek's head three times before he finally nodded slowly, sniffling.
"O-okay." He whispered, Thomas and Tricia rushing into the room. He swore under his breath, seeing the condition that his son was in.
"O-oh my god." Tricia sobbed, hiding her face in her father's chest. He rubbed her back, swallowing hard.
"How long has he been out?" Tweek wiped his cheeks with his hands.
"A-A little over an h-hour." Thomas bit his lip, looking at his son.
"That bastard," He breathed out, dropping his face into one of his hands. "I…this is…sickening." Laura's emotions finally consumed her, a sob escaping her lips. That sob resonated deep in Craig's mind, his good eye slowly starting to flutter open as he groaned. Tricia blinked, running over.
"Craig-Craig w-wake up!" She sobbed, Thomas grabbing her and tugging her back to give him some space.
"M-Mom?" He croaked out, reaching his hands up to touch his face. It felt huge in Craig's mind. She grabbed his wrists to stop him from touching his face, trying really hard to ignore the whimper that escaped his lips. "M-Mom it hurts." He practically sobbed, Laura noticing the tears on his cheeks. She leaned over, pressing the red nurse button. She stroked his hair, smiling sadly.
"I-I know, baby. Nothing l-looks broken. He p-popped a stitch, so i-it's a little irritated." Thank God I used to be a nurse. She thought, continuing to stroke his hair and hold his hand until a nurse came in. She started looking Craig over, using a light to exam his face.
"Follow the light for me, Mr. Tucker," Craig's good eye followed the light. It was a little delayed, but he still followed the light. "Well, he has a very minor concussion. He followed the light but it was delayed which warrants a little concern. That should heal within a few days. Now…unfortunately, his eye socket is fractured," Craig groaned. "And I was informed he plays hockey, correct?"
"Yes, correct." Thomas confirmed, rubbing Tricia's back still.
"He can't play for at least a month."
"What?!" Craig yelled, trying to sit up. Laura and Tweek reached out, pushing him back down.
"The eye socket takes a lot of force to fracture it. Because you were repeatedly hit in the same spot over and over again, it fractured under the repeated force. They typically heal in two to three weeks, but to be on the safe side, it's best to sit out for at least a month, especially since you have some severe bruising in the chest cavity and that slight cut from the, uh, blade on your side." Craig grunted, grabbing Tweek's hand. Tweek ran his thumb over his bruised and cut knuckles in an effort to relax him. He knows this is killing Craig. He was so excited for the season to start up again.
"W-What about these stitches?" Craig slurred out, his mouth still feeling swollen.
"Well, since they were scheduled to come out in a few days anyways, we're going to remove them to see if the gash can afford to have them removed. I have a feeling you won't need to get a new set." Craig nodded slowly, sighing.
"Thank you very much." Laura whispered as the nurse gave a curt nod, turning up the morphine levels next to Craig before leaving.
"Fuck." Craig groaned, leaning his head back into his pillows. His hospital gown felt too tight on him. He let go of Tweek's hands to untie the top two knots, pushing the gown down so his chest wasn't constricted. He blinked, seeing bandages wrapped around his ribs. He looked at Tweek.
"Th-they thought a rib was fractured…but it was just really bad bruising…" He explained, sitting on the edge of his bed. He nodded slowly, taking in a deep breath. He heard a sniffle, blinking as he looked over to Tricia. Her eyes were almost as red as her hair. He frowned.
"T-Tricia, c'mere." He murmured, holding an arm open for her. She slowly walked over, crawling onto the bed and laying in the crook of his arm. He grunted as his side moved a bit, closing his eye. He could definitely tell they put ice on his completely swollen eye, the pressure from it not as intense. He kept his eyes closed as he felt Tweek lay down on the other side of him, placing his hands on their lower backs. Tricia sniffled.
"W-Why is Uncle Charlie like this?!"
"Kids…don't call h-him Uncle anymore…," Laura hissed, biting at her nail. Everyone looked at her, Thomas having a look of shock mixed with pride on his face. He knows his wife has wanted to cut ties with her family for a while, and this was the tipping point for her. "He…h-he's no longer in our lives. I'm never letting him see y-you again. I'm-fuck-I'll get a r-restraining order. He-He's hurt us for the last time." Tricia nodded against Craig's chest, looking up at her parents.
"Can-Can Tweek take his place?" Tweek blushed, a small smile spreading on his face as he heard Laura speak.
"Tweek has always been in the f-family, Tricia."
NOTE: WOWIE WHAT A RIDE! So like I said in the previous chapter, please leave any and all feedback you have with this story! Sorry if this chapter seems super cheesy at all, I was actually listening to the final song of Rocky over and over again as I wrote this (it's like a two minute song). Give it a listen to and imagine Craig beating the shit out of his uncle! Since links don't work here for some reason, on YouTube (if you want to) look up "The Final Bell-Rocky OST" and give it a listen! It's super empowering and the fact our sweet boy felt like Rocky makes me smile (even though I wrote it that way). I was also toying with the idea to make a spotify playlist eventually of all the songs I mention in this fic because I know there are a lot of songs! Thank you so much, sorry this note got so long, and I'll see you in the next update!