A/N ; thinking about making a oneshot book!! reply here and lmk what u think ! <3
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both craig and y/n stared at eachother for a split second, not expecting any guest or food delivery orders.
"i can go get the door.." she smiled sweetly, and craig nodded with a slight grin. he wasn't expecting anyone.. at least that's what he remembered.
she stood up off the couch, pushing the neckline of his t-shirt he had given her to wear, but it barely was able to cover up the hickeys that were lovingly dotted along her neck. it was if he was painting her, and she was the canvas.
to make sure it wasn't anyone random, y/n peaked through the little peephole, just as another knock chimed through the door, and craig's phone buzzed.
y/n saw something she wasn't expecting.
tweek tweak was standing outside of craig's door, a bag and flowers in his hand. she was confused, rightfully so.
just as she went to go open the door, craig perked up and tried to rush to her; prevent her from opening the door. but he was too late.
"tweek..?"
"y-y.. AcK! y-y/n?!"
the two questioned, standing face to face with the other.
"why are you here?" she asked, tilting her head. her eyes gazed over the flowers and bag, which wasn't just any bag. it was a bag full of.. 'things' of sorts.. the type of stuff you'd find at the back of spencer's type stuff.
now what the hell would he need that for?!
"shouldn't aCk— i-i be asking mmMh— you the s-same thing..?" tweek stuttered, fidgeting with his thumbs.
he had then noticed the purple marks on your neck, and looked up at craig who was now standing next to you.
