3 - He faces the inevitable as he indeed does see Tweek in class. He somehow managed to not evaporate out of shame while Tweek is still real and not actually a figment of his imagination, so there’s really not much to do about it. Aside from maybe begrudgingly having his roommate’s direct message tab open on his phone.
CT: You know tweek right
KM: good taste in anime, talks a lot, thighs 4 lyfe
Of fucking course he just had to mention the thighs, and he’s not even made aware of Craig’s pain yet. For the next couple of minutes or so, Craig makes all sorts of attempts to put his thoughts into words only for it to end with him abusing the backspace key each time— it’s like having a mini therapy session with himself and he hates it. He finally decides on a few, but carefully curated words to just speak for themselves.
CT: Is it gay if it’s with a femboy
KM: uhh
He finds himself unable to look at the thought bubble with dots forming on Kenny’s side of the conversation and his eyes unconsciously land on Tweek at the other side of the room again. He’s minding his own business, filling up his mug from a thermos covered in stickers. Craig isn’t being watched or anything, at least not until their eyes meet— that’s when Tweek hits him again with the knowing smirk. He looks back down at his phone again in an instant to see the replies he’s received.
KM: wait dude i already thought u were gay
KM: was that someone else
KM: was it stan who was gay idk
KM: anyway why do u even care lmao
KM: thats even fuckin gayer
Well, there it is, Kenny McCormick with no judgment, though not being useful in any way, either. He internally cringes at the pointless exchange up until he feels a hand on his shoulder.
"Hey dude."
“Why do you keep making that face at me.”
“Oh, why, I’m doing fine! How about you?” Tweek scoffs. “And maybe— Just maybe, it’s because you keep looking?”
Craig doesn’t have an answer to that.
“Augh— Look, the thing is, I never actually got my stuff back from Kenny,” he admits. Vivid memories of the day come flooding back to Craig’s brain again— it’s not like he’s even managed to stop thinking about it, for fuck’s sake.
“Stop speaking to me in innuendos.”
“Grrrh— I’m not! I do need them! I just forgot— I forget stuff all the fucking time, okay? It’s a thing I do— and it’s really not that surprising that I did right after, well, that. You’d know— you were literally there when you fucked my brains out!”
Upon the loud and vulgar remark, Craig instinctively looks around to see if anyone heard them, and it seems like Tweek’s also realized he’s being a tad too shameless in public. It’s quiet for a while.
“You know, I didn’t actually expect you to be that good.” He’s wise enough to speak in an acceptable tone this time, but his words are still testing Craig’s resolve. “Augh— Don’t get me wrong. It’s just that, you know, you don’t really seem the type. I was just caught off guard— in a good way! It’s, ergh— always nice to see that some surprises in life are still pleasant,” he says, smiling.
And Tweek is actually right, he isn’t actually the type to, or do any of that, really. It’s a combination of many things— Not nutting for two weeks, some weird gayness that he presumably developed from that, and the fucking thigh highs— or just whatever the hell Tweek did to him just by existing. So he isn’t actually super confident in his ability to satisfy Tweek the next time, with at least some of these factors lifted— wait, just what the fuck is he thinking about?
“Uh,” he manages to let out. ”I’m, I’m not gay.” Not only is it questionable at this point, it ends up sounding insecure as fuck and doesn’t help get his point across, like, at all.
Tweek just sighs. “Craig, dude, look. It doesn’t matter. I really, really don’t give a shit about what you call yourself, as long as— you know. Got that? Okay. It’s just, really not any of my business!”
As long as he fucks the shit out of him. At least that’s the way his brain fills, in the blanks— perhaps because it knows Craig would do it again in a heartbeat. He isn’t sure if hearing these words from Tweek is relieving, or the opposite. He takes a deep breath, hoping some of the blood will flow up to his brain instead of somewhere else, for a change.
“You seemed to be, uh, enjoying yourself,” he begins, and Tweek raises a brow at the understatement of the century. “It’s just— It's not like I didn't have sex before, I obviously know what it’s like. I just had no idea it’d feel like that. Or that dick could do… that to anyone, really. I think I even wondered what it felt like for a second.”
It only dawns on him when he stops speaking that it was just too much— that Tweek is now aware of thoughts that he didn’t even know existed mere seconds ago, and he has no idea what all of this entails.
“Rrrgh, really?” Tweek asks, softly. And with that, Craig’s suspicions are confirmed— he has made a grave mistake. “You— you want me to,” he leans in closer to him, “show you?”
And there’s the feeling of impending doom along with raw fear— fear of what, exactly, he doesn’t know. It doesn’t feel entirely bad, though, it’s exciting, like he still has a chance of surviving this. Like he can turn this around, somehow— yeah, he can work through this. Maybe he'll absolutely hate it and never need to think of Tweek again, let alone ever want to cuddle with him. Yeah, that’s got to be the actual way to cancel out the gay polarity, once and for all. It just makes so much sense, it has to work— after all, Craig Tucker’s plans never fail.
Re: Craig/Tweek, crossdressing ft. bottom!Tweek
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He faces the inevitable as he indeed does see Tweek in class. He somehow managed to not evaporate out of shame while Tweek is still real and not actually a figment of his imagination, so there’s really not much to do about it. Aside from maybe begrudgingly having his roommate’s direct message tab open on his phone.
CT: You know tweek right
KM: good taste in anime, talks a lot, thighs 4 lyfe
Of fucking course he just had to mention the thighs, and he’s not even made aware of Craig’s pain yet. For the next couple of minutes or so, Craig makes all sorts of attempts to put his thoughts into words only for it to end with him abusing the backspace key each time— it’s like having a mini therapy session with himself and he hates it. He finally decides on a few, but carefully curated words to just speak for themselves.
CT: Is it gay if it’s with a femboy
KM: uhh
He finds himself unable to look at the thought bubble with dots forming on Kenny’s side of the conversation and his eyes unconsciously land on Tweek at the other side of the room again. He’s minding his own business, filling up his mug from a thermos covered in stickers. Craig isn’t being watched or anything, at least not until their eyes meet— that’s when Tweek hits him again with the knowing smirk. He looks back down at his phone again in an instant to see the replies he’s received.
KM: wait dude i already thought u were gay
KM: was that someone else
KM: was it stan who was gay idk
KM: anyway why do u even care lmao
KM: thats even fuckin gayer
Well, there it is, Kenny McCormick with no judgment, though not being useful in any way, either. He internally cringes at the pointless exchange up until he feels a hand on his shoulder.
"Hey dude."
“Why do you keep making that face at me.”
“Oh, why, I’m doing fine! How about you?” Tweek scoffs. “And maybe— Just maybe, it’s because you keep looking?”
Craig doesn’t have an answer to that.
“Augh— Look, the thing is, I never actually got my stuff back from Kenny,” he admits. Vivid memories of the day come flooding back to Craig’s brain again— it’s not like he’s even managed to stop thinking about it, for fuck’s sake.
“Stop speaking to me in innuendos.”
“Grrrh— I’m not! I do need them! I just forgot— I forget stuff all the fucking time, okay? It’s a thing I do— and it’s really not that surprising that I did right after, well, that. You’d know— you were literally there when you fucked my brains out!”
Upon the loud and vulgar remark, Craig instinctively looks around to see if anyone heard them, and it seems like Tweek’s also realized he’s being a tad too shameless in public. It’s quiet for a while.
“You know, I didn’t actually expect you to be that good.” He’s wise enough to speak in an acceptable tone this time, but his words are still testing Craig’s resolve. “Augh— Don’t get me wrong. It’s just that, you know, you don’t really seem the type. I was just caught off guard— in a good way! It’s, ergh— always nice to see that some surprises in life are still pleasant,” he says, smiling.
And Tweek is actually right, he isn’t actually the type to, or do any of that, really. It’s a combination of many things— Not nutting for two weeks, some weird gayness that he presumably developed from that, and the fucking thigh highs— or just whatever the hell Tweek did to him just by existing. So he isn’t actually super confident in his ability to satisfy Tweek the next time, with at least some of these factors lifted— wait, just what the fuck is he thinking about?
“Uh,” he manages to let out. ”I’m, I’m not gay.” Not only is it questionable at this point, it ends up sounding insecure as fuck and doesn’t help get his point across, like, at all.
Tweek just sighs. “Craig, dude, look. It doesn’t matter. I really, really don’t give a shit about what you call yourself, as long as— you know. Got that? Okay. It’s just, really not any of my business!”
As long as he fucks the shit out of him. At least that’s the way his brain fills, in the blanks— perhaps because it knows Craig would do it again in a heartbeat. He isn’t sure if hearing these words from Tweek is relieving, or the opposite. He takes a deep breath, hoping some of the blood will flow up to his brain instead of somewhere else, for a change.
“You seemed to be, uh, enjoying yourself,” he begins, and Tweek raises a brow at the understatement of the century. “It’s just— It's not like I didn't have sex before, I obviously know what it’s like. I just had no idea it’d feel like that. Or that dick could do… that to anyone, really. I think I even wondered what it felt like for a second.”
It only dawns on him when he stops speaking that it was just too much— that Tweek is now aware of thoughts that he didn’t even know existed mere seconds ago, and he has no idea what all of this entails.
“Rrrgh, really?” Tweek asks, softly. And with that, Craig’s suspicions are confirmed— he has made a grave mistake. “You— you want me to,” he leans in closer to him, “show you?”
And there’s the feeling of impending doom along with raw fear— fear of what, exactly, he doesn’t know. It doesn’t feel entirely bad, though, it’s exciting, like he still has a chance of surviving this. Like he can turn this around, somehow— yeah, he can work through this. Maybe he'll absolutely hate it and never need to think of Tweek again, let alone ever want to cuddle with him. Yeah, that’s got to be the actual way to cancel out the gay polarity, once and for all. It just makes so much sense, it has to work— after all, Craig Tucker’s plans never fail.