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List of “you say you wanna be friends but it’s starting to feel like you wanna be more than that” prompts

“Tell me why you say you wanna be friends but then go and pull shit that makes me feel like you want to be more than friends?” 

“Do you… Like like me?” “No, I don’t. That’s defamatory.”

“I don’t know why but all I can think about is kissing you. I’m… Not the only one, right?”  

“Friends don’t fucking do this.”

“Do you actually want to be friends or do we need to talk about this and reevaluate our relationship?”

“I don’t know if I can do this with you when I think I’m starting to want more.” 

“If I knew we’d come to this then I wouldn’t have agreed to be your friend in the first place.”

“You’re confusing me. Stop it.”

“So what is it you really want from me?” “I don’t— I don’t know.” 

“Fuck, why are you doing this to me?” “Doing what?” “Messing with my head!”

“Everything about this is starting to feel really not platonic.”

“…This isn’t working.”

“I’m pulling away before I get hurt.”

“Don’t give me mixed signals. If you want us to stay friends, don’t fucking act like that.”

“I don’t know about you, but I want out. I can’t keep doing this and act like we’re just friends.”

“Did I do something? Why are you suddenly acting so distant?” “Just… Because.” 

“Don’t give me that shit. Don’t treat me like that. Don’t make me think you like me. Don’t give me the hope I don’t need or want. Don’t give me a reason to continue feeling this way for you.” 

“…I think I like you.” 

“Is it weird I wanna give you all of me?”

“This is all we should be, yet it somehow feels like we could be more. You feel me?” “…Sorry?” 

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   Tweek crinkled his nose and shook lightly, more from the effort it took to suppress his laughter than from the cold.  He had to balance some of the silliness of the situation with Stan’s desire for romance.  This was not the first confession Tweek had heard, but the others had been given to him drunkenly, the kinds of admissions that get passed around to everybody who expressed a modicum of decency to the inebriated individual.

   There was no mistaking this confession, though, as the rain had a way of waking someone up, pulling a man back into himself.  It warranted a response other than the conciliatory sentiments Tweek usually gave him.

   He pushed Stan’s bangs back from his eyebrows, a familiar action—‘I love you,’ ‘I know,’ pet, pet—but for the fact that Stan’s face rested above his instead of in his lap.  “I love you, too,” Tweek said, beaming up at him.  It was all sincerity fully enunciated, not rushed through with the knowledge that Stan wouldn’t remember it, anyway.

   Tweek allowed another giggle to bubble up and escape him, and he flicked away another strand of ink black hair.  “I’ve always loved you in some form or another.  Even when I’ve been a little mean about it.”  Crazy, they both looked fucking crazy, standing in the downpour, confessing.  Tweek pressed more kisses to Stan’s cheeks and nose.

  ���A good crazy.`

stan laughed with him the entire time, smiles in each and every one of his kisses. it was absolutely absurd, and it was exactly why stan had stopped the two of them under the icy drops. how often could they get clichés like this, truthfully ? how often would they get a chance to live like this ? his hands hold onto tweek’s waist in return, anchoring the fact they wouldn’t part. not here, not now.

one hand moved up, cupping tweek’s cheek, swiping away the droplets to no avail. they were absolutely soaked, and stan was sure the both of them would end up with a cold. he wasn’t quite sure he cared— especially since they’d have said cold together. and that was all he ever wanted, being with tweek.

stan sighed into the touch on the back of his neck, nose nuzzled against tweek’s cheek until he felt lips on his once more. he held this one, rather than letting it get interrupted with another smile or giggle. he pulled tweek up, closer to him, deepening the kiss as he went. no tongue, no make-outs— just enjoying tweek’s lips against his.

he pulled back after a moment, blue eyes blinking open just to gaze into tweek’s.

            ❝ . . . i love you, tweek. ❞

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   Tweek snickered, mostly at Stan’s usage of both ‘dude’ and ‘babe’ in short succession.  What a regular poet the guy was.  Although, Tweek had to forgive him because it was early, and he was a little hungover.  That combination usually did not make for the best poetry.

   It crossed his mind briefly that Stan might be experiencing some lingering drunkenness and wouldn’t be good to drive, but those concerns were mostly scrubbed away by the slurs in his words stemming from sleep.  “You could probably go for the coffee,” he said with an affectionate smile.  “I already made myself some, but there’s more down there.  I can put it back on the warmer.”

   It was his first Sunday at Tegridy Farms, and he watched the light steadily illumine the other side of Stan’s bedroom curtains and worked his fingers over each other.  He knew that it took about an hour to get from South Park to Tegridy and vice versa in a car, so they probably had plenty of time.  “I like to get there a little late, anyway,” he said, largely trying to convince himself.

   He focused on Stan again, though his fingers didn’t stop their idle twitching.  “I like to sit in the back, too, so nobody will notice if you’re there or not.  You really d-don’t have to stay if you don’t want to.  It’s mostly for myself, anyway.  Well, entirely for myself—y-you know.”

stan hummed in acknowledgement. couldn't really argue with any reason for going to church━ it was socially 'the right thing to do', especially in their small town. and he couldn't argue with the routine part, he'd had countless months where he lost track of time because stan did not have a routine like that. he wouldn't fuck up tweek's just because he didn't want to go.

            ❝ well, i appreciate you trying, at least. can't say it was comfy in the end. my back fucking hurts, dude. ❞ stan groaned as he took tweek's hand, though he had used most of his own effort to get up rather than letting tweek pull him. he was too heavy for tweek, after all.

            ❝ no, no━ i'm not just dropping you off. the fuck kind of boyfriend would i be leaving you alone for church to get you ? no way, i'll go. ❞ stan shook his head before stretching his back out. he turned away from tweek, digging in the pile of clothes he used a pillow to pull out some sweatpants. couldn't go to church in boxers. probably. he tugged them on, then began to wander the room in search of his keys.

            ❝ i'll join you this time, baby. it's no big deal. need to make some coffee or anything before we go ? ❞

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   Tweek gave the vampire a slow smile, thick with irony.  “Well, that’s not really the part that I’m worried about,” he said.  “I don’t really have anyone I’d miss if they left.”  He did when he was younger, but more recent years had seen him quite alone.  He was an undesirable person, and he both blamed others for that and didn’t.  It was complicated, as he would not put up with himself, either, if he didn’t have to.  “I dunno, it’s just the principle of it.  I don’t wanna live forever.  If I make it to forty, that’ll be a miracle and good enough.”

   There was one instance in which Tweek might let Pip feed from him.  The meth occasionally made him feel like he had bugs in his skin, and he hurt himself getting them out.  Maybe a vampire ridding him of some of his blood would have the same effect, but while he was still in his right mind, he wasn’t going to volunteer.

   “I guess we’re k-kind of the same in a way.  Freaks.”  He laughed, laced through with tragedy.  “Like, your secret’s safe with me ‘c-cause if I told anybody, they wouldn’t believe me.”  He had gotten used to it and became very snappish, long figuring out that nobody really wanted to know how he was doing or what was on his mind when they asked.

   Tweek sat on the ground, having wormed his way between two gravestones, paranoid about disrupting any more of the dead than he already had.  He picked at a blade of grass in front of him, presumed to be safe because it was not shielding anybody else’s corpse.  “The people who s-say it’s cool probably haven’t th-thought about the implications…  Or they’re the kind of people who w-wanted to hurt people.”  He scrunched up his nose in distaste.  “With this town, I wouldn’t doubt it.”  Assholes, most of them.

"Living forever is the hardest part. You see everyone around you pass." he said softly, staring at the person in front of him - it's been a while since he got a chance to have a normal conversation. One that wouldn't focus on how cool it is to be a vampire and how badly someone wanted to turn and lead this kind of life. It baffled Pip each time, but he was too polite to snap back. Sure, it might look nice, cool even if you look at it briefly. But actually living like this? A nightmare, day by day.

Philip looked down at the tomb he was sitting on. It was his own, broken and long since abandoned; probably no one ever visited it. He didn't have any friends or family in South Park. "Feeding is difficult. I only do so when I have to." he sighed quietly. Pip hated the fact that he had to depend on others to survive, even more that he had to hurt people in the process. It wasn't his thing to suck dry his victims; usually, he would pick people that completely didn't care. Often it included having to get people drunk or wait till they pass out on their own. Nasty piece of work, but he had no choice.

"It's good you don't want to turn, but it is indeed not a thing I hear often. Wise choice." Pip disliked the idea of people turning; which is why he never offered or gave in to turning someone - the one and only case when he considered it was if someone clearly wanted to live, but wouldn't have the chance to; whether were they in an accident or about to succumb to illness. It was the only exception for Pip to turn someone.

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   ❝𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐮𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭,            𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐝 е𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐧?❞                                        ❝𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩е 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘯𝘴,                                                        𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦…❞

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   Tweek had a well-documented history of being unable to sit still.  He was jittery, constantly find something to occupy his mind, often entertaining rather dark trains of thought when left with nothing better to do.  As such, he didn’t mind running their join errands for them, letting Stan stay at home.  The monotony of domestic life suited Tweek.

   “Oh, yes!” he said.  “It would go great with some of your poems or song lyrics.”  He hadn’t read all of them, and he didn’t blame Stan for being a little protective of them.  Tweek was vigilant over his own notebook, too, especially after having several pages of his old one ripped out before his eyes.  But he got to see Stan’s writing sometimes, and he blushed thinking about some of the ones he’d seen about himself.

   “Of course, I think about you when I’m out, though.”  He laughed and started tracing circles with his finger on Stan’s knee.  “What else would I think about?”  A great many things, but that wasn’t the point right now.

   He quickly returned Stan’s cheek kiss.  “Speaking of your writing, have you worked on anything else lately?”

            ❝ people still do that ? huh. ❞ obviously, stan didn’t get out too much. or at least, he didn’t pay much attention to his surroundings in his usual drunken stupors when out on the town. stan twirled the daisy between his fingers, looking down at his with a faint smile. his attention was brought back to tweek when he felt the hand on his thigh.

            ❝ hey, i like it. kinda sweet to know you're thinking about me when you're out doing whatever the fuck. ❞ he wouldn't question the price like he wanted━ deciding to settle on the thought a single daisy couldn't have been that much. he'd find a way to pay tweek back for it in the end, even if it was just paying for dinner.

            ❝ i could press it in one of my old journals. keep it for a while. ❞ stan spoke mostly to himself, but he never seemed to mind sharing his thoughts out loud with tweek. he looked to the blonde, gave him a smile, and then kissed his cheek.

            ❝ thank you, baby. i love it, i do. ❞

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     @angelicgentleman  〢 cont from here .

   This was exactly why Tweek disliked staying with others.  Not only was he up at weird hours, but he got worse at night when shadows shifted and made him feel like he wasn’t alone.  He could say that nobody deserved to stay up dealing with him, but his reasons for trying to send Pip back to bed were a bit more selfish than that.  The fear of being locked up was so deeply ingrained in him, the notion that he had to appear more normal and isolate himself when he couldn’t.  He was pulled from school and made to work in the concrete, windowless back room of the coffeeshop to protect him—or so he had been told.  Even if it was bullshit, it was rooted in him now.

   When Pip sat next to him, Tweek pulled his feet up on the couch, coiling into himself, and slid away from Pip as much as he could.  “That’s useless,” he hissed.  His eyes darted to the open living room window.  The streetlights outside and the darkness within made it easy for him to look out and difficult for strangers to discern him, which worked out excellently.

   “You g-go to bed,” he said, scratching at the back of his hand.  “Most bad shit happens at night.  I’m up to keep watch for it.”  Whatever it was—any number of things could happen, and Tweek was convinced he would know the danger when he saw it.  “I won’t be able t-to protect you… otherwise.”

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While he won't admit to it because it's supposed to be Tweek's thing, Craig does have anxiety around being watched and judged. It plagues him while he's in South Park in his later years (teens onward), and he tends to be much snippier, irritable and defensive. He does much better when away from the town, where fewer people know his name, and it's possible to meet a much more amicable Craig in different cities.

He goes to college away from South Park, but he does not have money for out-of-state tuition, so he stays in Colorado, only about an hour outside of the small town. And because it's not a simple matter for his mom and sister to pack up and leave it, and he still has friends living there as well (namely Cartman and Jimmy), he makes frequent visits back to it.

It's one of his life goals to move his mom and Tricia out of there, but that's still a while off.

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SCOOBY  -  DOO  SENTENCE  STARTERS  !

❝ It looks like a mystery to me. ❞

❝ I can already taste those chocolate-covered hotdogs. ❞

❝ I’ll wait here and when you find out, send me a telegram. ❞

❝ Can I help it if my first toy was a garbage disposal? ❞

❝ I’m so scared I wish I had a ham sandwich. ❞

❝ It sure would help if we could find another clue. . ❞

❝ Well, we saw a very strange character running around out there. ❞

❝ Besides us there is no one else on this island. ❞

❝ We know we didn’t imagine all those kooky things that happened. ❞

❝ Maybe the moonlight was playing tricks on you. ❞

❝ You shouldn’t believe everything you read. ❞

❝ Soap? I hardly use it myself, but why not? ❞

❝ Creeps and Crawls! They sure picked the right lawyers for this job. ❞

❝ Come on, ______. Where’s your sense of humour? ❞

❝ I’m beginning to think that following ghosts is safer than following you two! ❞

❝ Another mystery bites the dust. ❞

❝ I have to figure out why my trap didn’t work. ❞

❝ Oh, good gracious! What is that? ❞

❝ Why do you need more money? ❞

❝ What about this locket we found where you were digging? ❞

❝ Well, guess we owe you kids thanks. ❞

❝ Like, uh-uh– Like, who–who is this? ❞

❝ The real mystery has just begun.. ❞

❝ You don’t know what you’ve uncovered. ❞

❝ You should never have brought that locket out of the cave. ❞

❝ Gang, we have a mystery on our hands! ❞

❝ Think you could come and get us? ❞

❝ I guess we’re here for the whole night. ❞

❝ I left a few pages blank, you know, for future traps. ❞

❝ Rule number two: stay in your rooms, no matter what you hear. ❞

❝ I’m starting to smell a little… funky. ❞

❝ Like, I’ve got a bad feeling we’re gonna find out. ❞

❝ Are you trying to set me up with - him/her/them? ❞

❝ Anyone with hair that perfect has to be guilty of something. ❞

❝ Does this mean you finally accept what I want to do with my life? ❞

❝ Wow, who are you trying to impress? ❞

❝ Like, what can I say? Junk food and me have a very special relationship. ❞

❝ I have no idea what you’re talking about.  ❞

❝ You promised me you were going to start caring more about your appearance. ❞

❝ What in the name of whole wheat toast is going on? ❞

❝ I didn’t know this year’s prom theme was terror and pandemonium. ❞

❝ I need to tell you something and I need you to listen. ❞

❝ Isn’t it obvious? My looks are starting to fade. ❞

❝ But what are you doing here? Why have you been sneaking out? ❞

❝ Like, you don’t hear many monsters from other dimensions scream for help. ❞

❝ Why can’t anything in this town ever turn out to be real? ❞

❝ Hooray! Hip hip hooray! Hip hip hooray! ❞

❝ Hey, little muffin, how ‘bout you and me go for a moonlight ride? ❞

❝ All I know is, since my dad owns the place, we get free refills. ❞

❝ Did you break into the armory and steal a rocket launcher? ❞

❝ Don’t be so hard on yourself. You tried to do a very brave thing. ❞

❝ I’m going to have to let out an unearthly howl and destroy you. ❞

❝ I would have gotten away with it if it wasn’t for you meddling– ❞

❝ Zoinks! ❞

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     WHEN  KYLE  TOOK  a  step  forward ,  Tweek  took  one  back ,  pulling  the  scrap  of  paper  closer  to  his  chest .    It  had  been  a  minute  since  the  two  of  them  were  in  school  together ,  and  much  of  their  friendship  had  fallen  to  the  wayside  —  not  that  it  was  entirely  Kyle’s  fault .    Tweek  hadn’t  exactly  been  the  most  responsive  or  attentive  to  most  people  over  the  past  few  years ,  having  patience  for  about  as  many  people  as  he  could  count  on  one  hand  and  never  all  at  once .    Still ,  regardless  of  whose  fault  it  was ,  it  made  him  disinclined  to  trust .

     “ I  don’t  know  what  you  can  do  about  it ,”  he  said ,  eying  Kyle  warily .    But  it  was  the  first  offer  for  help  he  had  received  in  years ,  ever  since  the  radio  kicked  on ,  with  the  broadcasts  and  that  Other  thing  offering  him  little  assistance ,  leaving  him  to  interpret  their  signals  for  himself .

     With  trembling  fingers ,  he  flipped  the  paper  open  and  held  it  out  to  Kyle .    It  was  a  series  of  single-digit  numbers ,  long  and  occasionally  overlapping ,  crammed  onto  a  scrap  of  receipt  paper ,  the  penmanship  barely  legible  in  many  places .    “ The  apocalypse ”  —  a  little  more  substantial  than  underpants  gnomes ,  though  notably ,  he  had  been  right  about  that ,  too .

     “ I’m  the  only  one  who  knows  about  it . ”    He  glanced  sideways ,  behind  him ,  over  Kyle’s  shoulder ,  to  make  sure  they  were  the  only  two  attempting  to  partake  in  the  conversation .    “ M-most  people  say  it’s  just  in  my  head ,  but . . . ”    There  was  some  small  part  of  him  that  knew  it ,  too ,  that  he  was  cracked ,  that  people  were  right  about  him ,  but  that  didn’t  change  the  desperation  to  do  something  about  it .    It  was  still  a  possibility ,  even  if  it  wouldn’t  play  out  exactly  how  his  mind  told  him  it  would .

     “ I  think  I’m  s-supposed  to . . .  ngh . . .  stop  it . . .  or  else ,  why  would  they  give  me  so  m-many  hints  about  it ? ”    Hints ,  not  answers .    He  laughed  again ,  weakly ,  more  nervous  than  bitter  this  time ,  and  caught  a  yellow  thumbnail  between  his  front  teeth .    “ But  I  don’t  kn-know  how , ”  he  said  around  it .    “ That’s  what  the  —  nnh  —  notes  are  for . ”

he'd be fucked entirely to begin to wonder what the fuck was going on in tweek's brain, of all people. scrambled since the schoolyard, kyle's not exactly sure what train of thought guides the blond boy from one point to the next. sure, this isn't fucking underpants gnomes or whatever the fuck, but kyle has at least somewhat learned his lesson when it comes to just outright discounting things, much like he felt stan has a penchant for more-so. yet, they're still both guilty at one time or another. but, god dammit if he knew about weird shit, it doesn't do him a lick of good to deny it like cartman &. the visitors. even if he tried to be the rational one. an increasingly difficult feat, to be sure.

kyle winces at the laugh, ginger framed expression curling in confusion. the spat words give kyle a sinking feeling in his gut, that quickly took the form of guilt. even if he doesn't know what he would have believed if faced with the information sooner. however, perhaps it's the truth of it all that made him feel this way. that tweek has been written off as crazy, fucked in the head. even if they'd been somewhat closer than the rest of the boys in school outside of their quartet. however, clearly he hadn't been treated with the utmost respect, or anything like that.

he watches attentively, his lips slightly parted in weak streams of oxygen currently being pulled into his lungs. "jesus, man! relax. i don't know what i would have believed now, alright? -- but what matters is that i believe you now." he states, daring to take a step forth. "&. what do you have to take care of?" he asks, in earnest. "m-maybe i can help."

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misc lyric sentence starters

pt. 1

❝  i guess it’s one of those nights where i’m bound to want you.  ❞ ❝  fear ain’t gonna save ya, so run for your life.  ❞ ❝  when the thunder roars, the winds will blow, and through the storm i ride alone.  ❞ ❝  no tears will i cry from my animal eyes.  ❞ ❝  i’m not spinning on this planet just for me to make you smile.  ❞ ❝  you are always around to make me smile.  ❞ ❝  sometimes to run is the best thing.  ❞ ❝  who are you really? and where are you going?  ❞ ❝  maybe this time i can be strong, but since i know who i am, i’m probably wrong.  ❞ ❝  i’m wondering where it all went wrong. i was growing up right, i was a good kid.  ❞ ❝  i know i’ve done wrong and i’ve paid for it.  ❞ ❝  i have nothing left to prove ‘cause i’ve got nothing left to lose.  ❞ ❝  they say the best memories are the ones that we forget.  ❞ ❝  i like the way you try to run with the wolf pack when your legs are tired.  ❞ ❝  did you ever fight it? all of the pain.  ❞ ❝  you are a stranger here, why have you come?  ❞ ❝  it’s in my heart, it’s in my head, i can’t take back the things i said.  ❞ ❝  when i hear them use your name, i get all choked up inside.  ❞ ❝  tell me, do you hate me, or do you wanna date me?  ❞ ❝  you make me laugh until i die. can you think of any better way to choke?  ❞ ❝  i’m so sorry that the world has fallen down. i wish i could do something more.   ❞ ❝  i don’t want to leave, but i can’t stay.  ❞ ❝  i remember tears streaming down your face when i said i’d never let you go.  ❞ ❝  i jump from thought to thought like a flea jumps to a light.  ❞ ❝  lost a part of me, but i am still here.  ❞ ❝  i can tell just what you want. you don’t want to be alone.  ❞ ❝  innocence died screaming. ask me, i should know.  ❞ ❝  so much pride running through my veins.  ❞ ❝  people couldn’t believe what i’d become.  ❞ ❝  every once in a while, the little things make me smile.  ❞ ❝  did you ever notice i’ve been ashamed all my life?  ❞ ❝  just close your eyes, the sun is going down. you’ll be alright. no one can hurt you now.  ❞ ❝  there ain’t no use in crying. it doesn’t change anything, so what good does it do?  ❞ ❝  i can see it as clear as day. close your eyes, so afraid, hide behind that baby face.  ❞ ❝  well i heard you say, ‘everything happens for a reason’ and you went and yelled, ‘why the hell did this happen to me?’ ❞ ❝  i don’t want to leave, but i can’t stay.  ❞ ❝  have i become the man that i hated once?  ❞ ❝  i never could keep my mouth shut when i needed to.  ❞ ❝  so, tell me, how does it feel? you’re all alone.  ❞ ❝  when i’m like this, you’re the one i trust.  ❞ ❝  i was once poison ivy, but now i’m your daisy.  ❞ ❝  can you stand the person you’ve become?  ❞ ❝  everybody wonders what it would be like to love you.  ❞ ❝  i knew that we’d be more than friends when i saw you shining. somewhere in my heart i knew. ❞ ❝  i used to rule the world. seas would rise when i gave the word.  ❞ ❝  never be so kind you forget to be clever.  ❞ ❝  i wish everybody knew what’s so great about you.  ❞ ❝  you could drag me through hell if it meant i could hold your hand.  ❞ ❝  there’s something tragic about you, something so magic about you.  ❞ ❝  see me bare my teeth for you.  ❞ ❝  long story short. i survived.  ❞ ❝  we don’t know how this could end. let’s hope it won’t have to.  ❞ ❝  don’t ever tame your demons, but always keep them on a leash.  ❞ ❝  the sun will rise, and we will try again.  ❞ ❝  i’m going out, standing tall, i won’t let them break me.  ❞ ❝  and for every king that died, oh, they’d crown another.  ❞ ❝  the only thing that’s holding me from going wrong is you holding me.  ❞ ❝  i keep looking at you and it feels like i’ve been staring at the sun.  ❞ ❝  if you love me, then say you love me.  ❞ ❝  i still dream ‘bout the good old days when we took care of each other.  ❞ ❝  this is the way that i will break you, my dear.  ❞ ❝  i turned and ran to save a life i never had.  ❞      ❝  tell me what do you mean when you say that we’re not okay.  ❞ ❝  i loved you then and i love you now.  ❞ ❝  you keep telling me that i’m wrong. your eyes only see what they want to see.  ❞ ❝  i just cannot make it through the day without thinking of you lately.  ❞ ❝  just say that you don’t want me, just say that you don’t need me. tell me i’m the fool.  ❞ ❝  we made the best of what we had, you know?  ❞

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   ‘Pale’ meant something different for Ava, sure, but Tweek’s point stood.  She looked different at any rate, and maybe it was his imagination.  It wasn’t unheard of for him to freak out about inconsequential bullshit.  He threaded his fingers together, pulling on them, dragging nails over his skin.  “Oh… okay… well, if you’re sure.”

   Perhaps, Tweek was set on edge by the gathering clouds outside that blackened the mid-morning sky until it appeared to be night.  Wonder Tweek got his abilities from a desire to contain the uncontrollable, and regular Tweek was at a loss, at the end of his wits, afraid of everything.  He considered ducking into the coffeeshop’s back room so that he wouldn’t have such easy access to the windows.  The barren concrete walls around him offered a semblance of security.

   “Are you sure you haven’t… nnh… been doing anything… that might make you tired?  I don’t want you t-to get sick or anything.”

@troublcmakcrs said: Tweek: "Are you alright? You look a little pale..." Ill & Injured Sentences, Vol. 3

Before she can actually give Tweek an answer, the last word in his question catches her attention. "Pale?" Ava echoes, turning a confused, wide-eyed look towards Tweek. "What do you mean by that?" She's used to being told she's glowing, that her face is more orange than normal, she's a furnace, but pale?

That was something she could really only see if there was a grievous injury, and at least as far as Ava knew, she hadn't been shot. Yeah, she had used a little too much magic earlier, but that rarely got her to be... Pale.

"I'm okay," And she did really feel mostly alright at the moment, if anything was awry, Ava was doing a damn good job at blocking it out. "Mighta just... I dunno, used more magic than normal, sometimes that makes me pass out. But I don't feel like 'm gonna do that, so... I dunno?"

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   “I don’t know if I’d want you to come after me,” Tweek laughed, opening the bedroom door.  As it was midday, the farmhouse was soaked in quiet, but not the sort of people sleeping.  A buzz of residual energy from the rest of the family going about their routine before scattering in different directions permeated the carpeted halls.  Tweek slipped upstairs when everyone else came down because he still got jittery trying to exist around the family without Stan present, flinching away from every touch or fond look Sharon tried to give him.

   Habit of many late nights creeping up and down made Tweek’s steps on the stairs feather light.  “I know I’ll feel different when it actually happens, but for now, it’s my moral duty to tell you—please don’t provoke anyone into World War III.”

   The sunlight streaming in through the open curtains in the living room and kitchen created such quaint pleasure in Tweek that, for once, he could go around without his heavy parka coat and not miss it.  The uncomplicated warmth of the farm made him wonder why Stan hated it, but then, he supposed a lot of people felt the same about the coffeeshop.  They were all designed to be cozy and inviting.

   “Snacks?”  He was going to offer real breakfast until he remembered Stan was hungover and might still feel pukey, so instead, he tipped his head back and narrowed his eyes.  “What kind?”

stan could at least appreciate that part of tweek's fucked up life━ he could not only understand stan's fucked-up, but he could handle it as well. not many could, and he was happy that he wasn't chasing tweek off. stan gave a laugh as tweek talked about the government taking him away. incredibly unlikely, stan knew that.

            ❝ trust me, tweek, they wouldn't get away with you without a fight from me. i won't make it easy on them. ❞ stan watched tweek get up from the bed, an awfully fond look in his eyes for the conversation they were having. he let his fingers trace his back as he slid away, smiling at him as he came around to his side. his smile only grew wider when he kissed his forehead, making sure to stop him before he could get too far so he could place a peck on his lips in return.

            ❝ don't worry about, i'll come down with you. you're the guest, or something. ❞ that was how stan's mom had raised him at least, take care of the guest. even if that guest spent most nights there━ a guest was a guest. he stood from the bed, rubbing tweek's shoulder as he passed. he didn't bother with clothes, simply taking the lead to head to the kitchen.

            ❝ you hungry ? i could make some snacks. ❞

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No, Tweek didn’t have much to his name.  His plan to leave home was half impulse and entirely rushed because he never would have made it out if he didn’t act quickly in the moment.  He planned out what he could, but packing up all his clothes and accessories and notebook and writing utensil and bathroom essentials would have been far too noticeable.  His parents would have spotted his intent to run long before he could execute it, and in any case, he didn’t want anything weighing him down.  Necklaces and bracelets were abandoned for the possibility of getting caught on something.  No clunky suitcases had been allowed, either, since he could not spring into the night with one of those thumping along behind him.

Every soft groan of the floorboard as he paced anxiously, trying to work up the courage to run out the door, threatened to give him away.  He could only be thankful that after eighteen years, his being up in the middle of the night was so commonplace that his parents long learned to sleep through and ignore it.

The one extravagance he afforded himself was his father’s gun because he could not face the wide world without some protection, and the process of getting it was excruciating on his nerves that it nearly killed him.  He needed to creep into their bedroom, and every slight rustle of the duvet shot ice up his spine.  There was a small part of him that thought he might kill them while they slept, but he was shaking too badly to hold the gun properly at that point, and he thought about the consequences, how he would be the number one suspect, immediately caught, his new life over before it began.

So, he just left with the gun and a change of clothes and not much else.  The rear screen door slammed closed behind him, and he ran and ran and didn’t look back to see if he was being followed until he found a narrow, dark alley to tuck himself into while he collected his wits.

Since staying with Pip, he had started to build up more of a collection, to the point where it might be difficult to leave spontaneously, unless he abandoned everything again.  And now, with the bear in his possession, he would feel awful leaving it behind.  As soon as Pip said it was something meant only to belong to Tweek, he doomed the bear to go everywhere with Tweek, even if that was straight into a gutter.

Tweek’s mouth trembled and twisted, approximating a smile, though the warmth in his eyes was unmistakable.  “No, I have to,” he said, blinking so that his eyes would not mist.  “It’s the least I could do.”  Such a fine gesture warranted something in return, and he did not expect his gratitude to come across if he simply promised to cherish and take good care of it—especially because he didn’t quite trust himself with it.  He planned to do his best, but planning and succeeding were very different.

“You don’t have to think of it as a Valentine’s breakfast, either, if you don’t want.”  True, he couldn’t remember the last time someone who wasn’t half of a couple celebrated the day.  When they were kids, they often passed around Valentines to their entire class, but those simpler days were over.  No longer were mass-produced cards with lollipops stuck in them tossed into cubbyholes, and it was undoubtedly weirder for two grown men to celebrate as friends.  But in that case, why a Valentine’s Day bear specifically when there were so many other good bears out there available at other times of the year, and probably for less money, too?

No, he was definitely overthinking it.  Of course, he thought Pip was pretty, but he found a good many people beautiful, able to appreciate the effort anybody put into their appearance, and Pip obviously took decent care of himself.  Wasn’t Pip deserving of the compliment, and didn’t others talk to their friends like that?

“Of course, I like him,” Tweek assured.  “I’ll have to think of a name for him… since he’s mind and all…”  He was tempted to ask Pip what he thought the name should be, but that would ruin the spirit of the gift, if it was something shared between them.  That wasn’t the reason Pip gave it to him.  “That’s a lot of pressure, though, naming something.  Then, he’s stuck with that name forever, isn’t he?”  Maybe not, but it was also cruel to subject someone to your indecisiveness, especially when you were dealing in something as important as names.  There was no need to give the bear a complex.

“But yeah, like I was saying”—crossing over the threshold of the kitchen—“I want to do something for you, too.  I feel weird with it being… one-sided and all.”  He tried to pull as much of his own weight around Pip’s place as he could, but he still felt like he came up short sometimes.  “So, if you want, you can just think of it as a ‘thank you’ breakfast, all right?”  He set the bear on the counter and busied himself with getting a pan from the cabinet to hide his troubled eyes.  “It d-doesn’t have to be weird.”

It was an... Adjustment, to have Tweek staying over at his place. Pip wasn't at all complaining about it, if anything, he was glad he could help out, even if he didn't have much to offer. His routine was much different from Tweek's, and it had to be adjusted so that they could properly coexist together, for as long as the other blond needed - or well, forever, if that was the answer. By some miracle, they didn't seem to get into each other way too often, and Pip was grateful for that. It's been a long while since he had lived with a roommate, or anyone for that matter. Philip quickly grew used to his habits and was doing his best to accommodate him as well as he could, giving him space and time to make himself comfortable. They were able to get along pretty well. Having Tweek over was nice. Home felt more alive, like it's actually properly lived in. Pip liked that.

What was bothering him, however, was the determination Tweek was sometimes showing to get out of there. It didn't hurt Pip's feelings; he had heard worse things. Still, he was worried that one day his friend would just leave for one reason or another, and what then? Pip won't be able to help him in any way if he runs away somewhere. He tried to convince Tweek to go sleep in a proper bed or even properly move into that one room he had free; it would have been perfect for someone to stay in, but Tweek was stubborn. Philip respected that, and he didn't want him to feel tied to anything. After all, as much as he didn't want Tweek to leave, the door was always open for him to go either way - in or out - the decision was his.

Tweek didn't bring much with him when he decided to stay; Pip assumed that he simply didn't have many belongings any more. It made him feel sorry for him, so one by one, the Brit would bring things home that were for Tweek; a nice fuzzy blanket, big enough to wrap himself twice in, or a comfortable pillow, or a new notebook for him. Things that were small and seemingly for the house, but thought about enough to be useful for Tweek especially. Pip wanted him to feel like he belonged there.

So today, today would be similar. Philip had decided to make a move forward and get Tweek something he could officially give to him and not just put next to him. It had to be something simple, not too much so it doesn't feel demanding or committing. The teddy bear seemed like a perfect choice, especially considering the upcoming date. He picked it carefully, making sure it was nice to touch and hug, but wasn't too big or too forward. It was just a bear, something to hold on to.

But if it was just a bear, why did it make his heart race so much? Why was holding it out for him making him so nervous? Pip was never nervous about being polite and caring before. This was all new. So when the other blond doesn't take it from him at first, his heart aches just a little bit - was it too much? Did he go too far? Oh dear, maybe he thought it was an actual Valentine's Day gift like you'd give one to a loved one? He swallowed harshly but followed Tweek into the kitchen. "Well, you really don't have to, Tweek." he says softly, watching him, "I didn't mean to put any kind of pressure on you with it, you don't have to see it as a Valentine's Day gift. I just wanted to give you something that would be just yours," he said honestly. Pip picked to give it to him today because he simply thought it would have been nice. Who knows when was the last time any of them celebrated this day in any way. "You don't have to make anything for me." he said softly. The truth was, it's been a while since anyone did something for him out of their own will like this. Would he even know how to react to it, how to thank for it? Pip had no clue.

Now, the comment, the compliment, caught him completely off guard - what did he mean pretty? Him, Pip? It took him a moment to realize what he had just said, but it made a little silly grin crawl onto his face. Pip wouldn't admit it, but being complimented felt nice. Being called pretty wasn't something he had ever heard thrown in his direction. Dumbfounded, he follows Tweek's order and moves to sit by the table, staring at him. Did he really consider him pretty? The compliment made his heart race all over again.

Then, he takes the bear from him and everything seems right again; the ache is completely healed as he watches Tweek hold the bear, and talk to him. "Of course. I'm glad you like him," he said, an honest smile on his face. Picking that bear was a bit of a quest, and he was happy that he made the right choice.

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