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Craig is very confused. And also slightly cranky from waking up in the middle of the night by a snapping sound.
He's currently strangling Tweek's whole body, intruding in the other boy sleeping bag and personal space. Why is he doing it? That's a good question.
…
Anyway, lately something is happening and he is very unsure what to do. At first he didn't notice when he went into Tweeks personal bubble, when he came too close for comfort. But after it was pointed out to him he can't help but be hyper aware of everything every single time he's with the blond boy.
The problem? The problem is that this is not him. He's never been touchy. He's never been… like this. And he doesn't even remember when he started walking so close whenever the other was around, or taking that hand into his at every occasion, or touched his shoulders so much, or noticed the cold of his skin or―
He just knows that three days ago Clyde made him notice how touchy he was being. So he tried to take his distance, constantly controlling he wasn't touching the blond. Yet he found himself hugging Tweek a lot. Or having a hand on his shoulder, or even just a single brush of their fingers. And it happened too much.
And The worst part? Tweek was letting him- no, is letting him. So he has no real reasons to stop.
And right now he's attached to the freezing boy in question, wondering what is wrong with him.
And he likes it. He likes those little brush of hands, he likes the cold temperature Tweek body has. Usually he'd just reject physical contact. With it feeling too odd, too forced where he has to be aware of every single thing touching him. Every brush with another body gives him the chills and makes him want to get up and run away. Usually his body freezes up and he feels everything tense for a while.
Flipping those people off didn't work to ease his… whatever it was, but punching them worked as a great stress reliever.
But… with Tweek it's nice. And Tweek isn't rejecting him. The boy never really did.
Not in the fake fight when the four assholes told the boy that Craig had wanted to fight him. He got an angry stare that day despite the visible stress the other was experiencing. They ended up in the hospital together.
Not when he offered to explain his favorite show and the blond just listened and sometimes asked questions, odd questions, but he was the first person not shutting him up when he started talking for a good while. Craig felt happy.
Not when he asked the blond to buy food for Stripe cause Craig was sick. Not when he proposed the fake break up and not when he was ashamed of turning Tweek down and silently asked for forgiveness, the boy just took his hand without a word.
And now Tweek isn't rejecting his… this.
He's not even sure when the twitches and the shaking started to not bother him anymore. He remembers the first day being constantly annoyed by them. To the point one time he just left the room for a while and came back with Tweek twitching more. But now it's just… something that's there.
He'd really like to pin it all on the fact that he is apparently gay and with a gay boyfriend. But this is Clyde's level of emotion and he has no idea what to do with it.
Tweek is obviously awake, too silent for him to be normal though. Craig was used to the boy spilling every thought that passed through his mind. Now he was able to quiet down, just for them all to sleep. He was always very considerate of others after all, opposite of himself.
He thinks that's why all the girls started shipping them together. The whole opposites attract bullshit. He kinda likes the fanarts though, at least not the strange ones. The saves in his socials are… kinda cluttered by all the fanart…
His thoughts got interrupted by a noticeable increase in the shaking of the other. Was the boy having a panic attack? He instinctively tightened his grip, but when he noticed, he slowly let go and moved in a cross-legged position.
He tried tapping the other shoulder without any response. Then he tried calling. "Tweek?"
Boy in question screamed loudly, which made Craig's face scrunch up a little from the sound. He almost reached over to touch the other shoulder when he stopped himself. "Honey don't scream."
Right as he said the first word Tweek tapped his mouth shut with his hands, a second passed making sure there wouldn't be any more screaming, before Craig spoke again.
"Cool, why are you still up? It's like…" Actually what hour is it? He looked at the window which was pitch black. "night." So he was up at ass o'clock thinking about shit. Cool cool no yeah love it. Because he didn't care at all about his sleep schedule, yeah who even cares about that? Not him. No why would he care about that? He's the cool as fuck Craig Tucker, the hour of which he goes to sleep wouldn't make him upset. Nop.
He looked back at Tweek who had now let his hand fall from keeping his mouth shut, he was shaking even more than before if that was possible. His aquamarine eyes were wide and unblinking.
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Craig doesn't think it was his fault as Tweek would've probably said it but that small speck of doubt made him slightly hesitate on his next action. But not enough to be noticeable though.
He took Tweek hand in his and when the boy didn't react, kept looking down. He put the other one on his cheek. Tweek froze at the contact.
Their gazes finally crossed. "You're shaking a lot honey, calm down." He drew out every word more than his usual to make sure Tweek heard them clearly in his whispering voice.
And that seemed to have worked cause he felt the other slightly relax and his eyes fluttered shut gently. Despite his skin being kinda fucked up he found the boy very pretty under the moonlight rays.
Tweeks hand felt soft but it had sharp edges and looked rough, just like his whole face. And the angry birds plasters on there didn't help for sure. He kept getting burnt or scratches from what his parents made him do at the shop, Craig finds himself frowning. Yet when he sees Tweek looking at his face he forces his normal expression back.
"You ok now?" He really enjoys the cold coming from the other skin. He's like a heater, but opposite. Craig quite likes it. He quite likes everything about Tweek actually.
Then he realized, maybe the fucking town was right. He wanted to stay there forever with Tweek. He took one last look at the other trying really hard to imprint it in his memory, his camera would be so useful right now.
Then he pulled back and got up, leaving the blond dazed for a moment. "Sorry for keeping you up babe, didn't mean to."
But before he can even take a step away he hears a 'no!' being shouted, then he gets forcefully pulled back down, which is also when his forehead is bonked mercilessly with Tweeks. Great. Now his head hurts and his sleep schedule is fucked. He deeply frowns at the thought.
It actually hurts a lot. "Ow dude."
At that Tweek actually apologized. "Sorry. but ngh- you can stay, I like it this way." Between the two phrases he grabbed Craig and circled his arms around him. Making him now stay in the position Tweek was previously in, except that if Craig turned his head they would be face to face. He thinks of the fanarts, his face goes red.
He kinda hates it and kinda not? Maybe both?
He has a perfect escape plan. "Dude don't make it weird." The ultimate move to make someone fuck off, hehe, Craig's a genius.
"You're making it weird, now shut up and sleep." Welp he tried. He really did. He kinda really hates this. But it's fine… for the exception that it is truly not.
He thinks of playing Minecraft in first person, he really likes to build and explore. He kinda sucks at it but it's fine. Tweek prefers to mine and explore. So they go on excursions together when they play.
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The silence feels like a curse right now. The feeling of wrong didn't go away.
But it's ok, cause it's just Tweek. And he can feel the cold enveloping him. It's relaxing.
Just, not enough to make him go to sleep or stop being tense, why is he even so tense?
But he was really cozy. Emphasis on was. He's not anymore, Tweek pulled himself up and is now looking right at him.
"Would you hugging me, make you fall asleep again?" And… Craig just kinda, short circuited. What the fuck, what the fuck. They never made an agreement to not talk about it but he'd really prefer to keep it that way. Maybe he can bargain with some demons to make sure this conversation never sees the light again.
But- wait. Tweek suggested it. Does it mean he enjoys it? So it wasn't a bother. Good to know at least. As he was about to exhale a sigh of relief the blond spoke again.
"C'mon it's fine Craig, I can be your teddy bear for tonight." And he, wanted, to, die. Hard die. Craig had no idea what he was doing or how he was doing it in the first place when he was asleep, he just… kinda, didn't move away when he noticed. It's not his fault.
His mouth spoke without him realizing. "Oh my god, Shut up Tweek." And his brain can agree with the sentiment.
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But Tweek suggested it. So he hugged the other before the offer got taken back.
He was sooo happy, happy happy happy, so "so happy."
Tweek giggle makes him want to explode and run around but he forces himself to stay put by squeezing the other.
And maybe he's thinking about how Tweek constantly smells of coffee and a faint lemon-like perfume.
And maybe he will ask Tweek what detergent he uses for his clothes.
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Or maybe not, Thomas clearly didn't appreciate it that one time.
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He's sooo happy Tweek is here with him.