South Park Oneshots

Affirmations (Creek)

TW: SELF HARM

3RD PERSON POV:
  Tweek sighed as he ran his crooked hands through his messy blonde hair. He couldn't focus. He brought the dark glass up to his mouth and took another sip, choking it down. It was too bitter for his usual liking, but it worked. He sighed and silently sobbed into his arm, before making a loud screech and ripping off the bandages from his arms. "Why does everything have to be so confusing?!" He shreiked. 

The door creaked open. It was Craig.

TWEEK'S POV:
Oh god... What's going to happen if Craig sees me like this?! He'll hate me! Just like everyone else. "Honey, what are you doing?" He asked, his hand planted on his hip and his eyes locked on my scratch marks. I covered them with my sleeves and started putting my old band-aids back onto my wrecked skin. "N-nothing." I replied, wiping my eyes with my sleeve. "How did you even get in here?!" I shouted, non-maliciously. He scratched his head. "My parents went out, and I didn't want to babysit Tricia. So I came here." He said, sitting down and sliding off his shoes. A sad smile slid across his face. "Is it a bad time?" I sighed. Oh god... I can't believe he saw my scratch marks.. What am I supposed to tell him? That his boyfriend's a wreck who can't take care of himself..?! 

3RD PERSON POV: 
Craig grabbed Tweek's hand and held it. It was clearly visible that Tweek was freaking out, and he didn't know what else to do but comfort him. Craig planted a kiss on his forehead. "Hey, it's going to be okay. I don't hate you. And I don't think of you differently." He said, scooping the smaller boy up and placing him in his lap, putting his head next to his. "Should we say our affirmations?" Tweek nodded, slowly and flustered. Tweek took a deep breathe, and leveled his lungs. "I-I'm safe." He said, hiding his face slightly in the larger boy's shoulder. Craig nodded and looked at him. "What else?" Tweek picked at the inside of his nails and shuddered. "I have people that care about me." He said, still hiding his face. "One more thing." Craig said, still holding the blonde boy in his lap. "I-I'm not a failure." He said, faintly smiling as silent tears trickled down his cheeks. Craig smiled and kissed his cheek. 

"See? It's not that hard." He said, standing up, and pulling the smaller boy towards the bathroom. "You should wash those cuts.." He said, in a somber mix between lovingly and anxiously. Craig led the blonde boy to the bathroom, grabbing a warm cloth and running it over his scratch marks. He frowned pensively. "Craig, I-" He said, shaking. He finished washing Tweek's arm and dried it. Tweek slightly winced at the dryness of the paper towel, and the foreignness of the feel of fresh band-aids. Once he was done with his arms, Tweek shuddered. 

CRAIG'S POV:
It made me somewhat sad to have to clean Tweek's scratch marks, but I knew he wouldn't do it himself if I didn't end up helping. I really just wanted him to be okay. "Oh god, Craig! I'm so sorry!" He said, lightly running his hands through his hair. I grabbed his wrists and held his hand in mine. "Don't be sorry." I gave him a soft, stern look and kissed him. The smaller boy muffled out something that could be interpreted as 'okay'. "Now c'mon, help me make some coffee." I said, smiling.

3RD PERSON POV:
The two trotted down the stairs, and into Tweek's kitchen. Tweek reached into the damp kitchen cupboard and grabbed out his beige apron. Along with his apron, he reached down to grab a few bags of coffee. He knew how to dictate a brew. "First things first," He pointed at the first bag, a comforting shade of tree-green. "You can mix different beans together, but you have to know your beans." Craig sat on the counter, intrigued by his knowledge of coffee. Tweek picked up the green bag of beans and showed it to the other boy. "This is peppermint flavored, and since you're a beginner, we won't be mixing." He said, sternly, with surprisingly good posture. Craig smiled and poured the mix and water into the coffee machine.

The two made coffee in silence, holding each other's hands. It was only broken by Tweek's tics every few minutes. When it was finally done, the taller boy got up and poured each of them a mug. He liked it more bitter, and he knew that his boyfriend liked it sweeter-like. They both headed back into Tweek's room.

Craig pulled him into a hug and kissed his forehead, laying his head on top of his partner's. "I love you, Tweek." Tweek  shook and flinched a little from the warmth, but smiled back. Looking up at his partner, he replied, "I love you too."