SouthPark X Reader (DISCONTINUED)

Tweek X Smoking Addict!Reader

So, lately I haven't been doing special readers. So, here is an unrequested Tweek. Have fun you all!!!!!! Remember, requests for the next chapter, aka the smut, are going to be in the next chapter! HAVE FUN WITJ YOUR DIRTY MINDS!!! And, no game for today. And, the song is Bae.
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You sat, alone, in the back of the class. You head was leaned against the desk and Cartman was throwing paper balls at you.

You had sighed as the last bell of the day had rung. Once again, you were stuck in detention for just taking the opposite of your Jewish brother. You had thrown a whole textbook at Ms.Choksondik and knocked her out.

You walked to detention, a hand stuffed in the pocket where you keep a pack of calm.

You walked with your head low, (H/C) hair hanging in front of your face.

You had pushed the doors open, walking inside the detention room and sitting at a chair in the back of the room, lighting a single cigarette and placing it between your lips and then setting your feet on the desk, not caring who watched you carry out your horrible habit.

Mr.Garrison had walked in and took the cigarette from your lips and crushing it under his foot and then walking to the desk.

---After a LONG detention---

You had started walking to your house, a new cigarette between your lips as you sat on the door step outside of your house. Your parents never let you smoke inside and you were lucky they let you smoke at all.

13 year old Ike had then walked outside, sitting by your side and staring at you. You were just 19 and so was Kyle, considering you were twins.

"What do you want, asshole." You had spoken and Ike had then tugged on your arm.

"Can you not smoke for ONE day. Please!" He had said and you watched as a sparkling tear had fallen from his eye.

You had a better connection to Ike then you had with Kyle and Ike was more of a brother to you.

You had sighed at his puppy dog eyes and then crushed the cigarette under your foot.

You had given a rare smile.

"Let's go inside, we can brush our teeth and get ready for bed." You had said and ruffled his jet black hair.

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You had sat next to Ike and he handed you a chapter book.

"Really Ike, this old thing?" It was a small book you had written in 7th grade, before you had started smoking.

He had nodded and you had opened it up.

"Once upon a time..."

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Ike had fallen asleep when you were getting to the good part.

You had put the book down and snuck to the room you had to share with Kyle.

Your bed was pushed by the window and you had looked out the window before laying you head on the pillow.

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Kyle had woken you up with a slam to the head with a pillow.

"Go away Kyle." You had said.

"GAH! I-I-I'm n-not ARGH! K-Kyle!" That jittery voice you could remember.

"Tweek! What are you doing in my house?!" You had said.

"GAH!! Your in m-my AHH! S-s-shop!" He had said and you looked around.

"What the actual fuck... " You had mumbled, looking around the small, dimly lot coffee shop.

You had looked at yourself.

You were wearing your dark grey sweatshirt and a pair of dark (F/C) sweatpants.

"Kyle... Fucking asshole Kyle!" You had said and searched your pockets for a pack of cigarettes.

You had found one and took it out to find it was a deck of cards, just filled with Red Jokers.

The whole day you had to spend with Tweek, it was a Saturday so you weren't missing school.

"I'm going to fucking DIE!" You had shouted, pulling your hair like Tweek normally does.

"I'm freaking out dude!" You had said, you sounded just like Tweek.

You had pulled out a bit of your (H/C) hair in the process.

Tweek had watched you freak out and softly pecked your cheek.

He had made his way to the counter and pulled out a familiar black packet from behind the counter and sat down next to you, handing it to you.

You had opened it, finding it empty and your heart had shattered just a bit.

"I'm going to FUCKING Die!" You had shouted and Tweek had gripped your shoulders tightly.

You had looked up at him, tears falling down your cheeks as her had hugged you.

"Calm down." He had said, you could feel his arms shaking.

The four boys had sat outside the coffee shop.

"You owe me five bucks Kahl!" Cartman had said. "I told you she'd freak without them!"

"You owe me 20." Kenny had said.

"Who?" Cartman had said.

"I bet with him she'd get with Clyde and Kenny betted it would be Tweek. Take your goddamn money." Stan had said.