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Craig Tucker had an… interesting pastime.
A lot of the time he just needed to be doing something with his hands. It sort of helped keep his mind so calm. It wasn’t like he didn’t feel things; he just had a hard time showing it. He wasn’t sure really how to get any of his thoughts out. So he doodled, wrote, skateboarded…
And gave himself tattoos.
It all started with the habit of drawing stars and planets on his skin in middle school. When he got bored enough of his teacher’s rambling on? He’d pull out a pen and perfect the rings on his saturns, or the tips of his crescent moons. (Space was pretty much always in the back of his head).
Then freshman year Clyde, being the dumbass that he is, went around showing everyone a lopsided stick and poke of a smiley face that he had gotten on his wrist.
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“I had to stop early because it hurt so bad, that’s why its kinda crooked.” He had said in defense.
“Clyde you are not only a pussy, but a fucking idiot.” Was Craig’s response.
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The incident had made him curious though. I mean if you could really give yourself a tattoo at home then why the hell were more people not doing it? So he googled how to do it. The next thing he knew? He was addicted. Craig had stick and pokes pretty much all over his hands and arms. He had caught Tweek staring at them several times.
Ever since all of the weird shit with them “dating” went down in the 4th grade? Their friendship just hadn’t been the same. They were awkward with each other now. As if they were scared the whole town would start shipping them again if they were even seen talking. So they only hung out when the whole friend group was together.
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Now Craig was poking his latest piece(what else was he supposed to be doing? Homework? Yeah fuckin right).
Something about the prick of the needle was almost almost calming for him. Seeing the tip of it stick in his skin and feeling it pop out. Watching the ink pool, and seeing that it stuck when he wiped the excess away.
His current piece was the Little Dipper constellation on his forearm. It was going right next to Orion.
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School the next day dragged on as usual, except for one minor thing:
While Craig was walking to 3rd period he spotted Tweek as his locker. He was on the floor, sitting with his knees at his chest.
He was crying.
After a bit of internal struggle of wether he should do something or get someone else, he ultimately walked up to Tweek.
“Hey man… is everything alright?” Craig said with as much concern in his voice as he could.
“What? No! Everything is fine! Please leave me be…” Tweek seemed to panick immediately when he saw that it was Craig standing there.
Was Tweek that concerned about rumors that he wouldn’t let Craig help him?
“Tweek it’s okay. I really don’t care anymore.”
“N-no! It’s not that! Please just go!” He was twitching more than usual. He stood and began to walk away when Craig grabbed his arm, pulling his sleeve back a bit.
“Tweek I-” Then Craig stopped. He was silent because of the sight before him.
Tweek’s arm was covered in planets, constellations, and stars. They all looked to be poked there recently.
They were the exact same as Craig’s.
“Oh my fucking god…” Was all he could manage.
They said that you should choose your tattoos wisely, because your soulmate would end up stuck with them too. Nobody knew why, but whatever tattoos you got would also show up on your soulmate’s body too.
Of course Craig never really believed in any of that shit. Neither of his parents had tattoos and they were perfectly happy. How the fuck would you even know if you didn’t want tattoos? It made no fucking sense.
Yet now? Tweek’s arm undeniably matched his perfectly. He had even pulled up his own sleeve to triple check.
“Tweek… how did you get those?” Craig was struggling to keep the panic out of his voice. He didn’t want to upset Tweek even more.
“They sort of just started appearing one day… I had no idea why, but whenever I woke up I would have a new one. It started really freaking me out! Until… I noticed in class one day that you had them too. Then it REALLY freaked me out…” Tweek had eyed Craig before he spoke, as if he were debating which wire to cut on a bomb.
“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.”
“H-huh?”
“YOU are my soulmate?”
“WHAT?!”
Well seeing as pretty much everything was out the fucking window now…
“You wanna come over after school Tweek? We can bake cupcakes while I explain.” Craig remembered how baking calmed him.
Tweek smiled.
“Yeah Craig. I’d like that.”