Requested by fluffdreamer

     Bully!Craig x Shy!Tweek

Haha....this might be a tad bit long....

          I will need to post this in two parts because of the length, it ended up being VERY long....

Sorry fluffdreamer 😅
Thank you again for the request ❤️

Enjoy!~😁

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-Tweek's Pov.-

          "And we talked for so long, I forgot what time it was," Butters cheerfully told, holding his books close as he smiled. "That's why I'm so tired today..."

He rubbed his eyes while we walked down the hallway, almost dropping his books in the process. I laughed a bit at him, which made him look at me questionably.

"You don't seem tired, you're acting too happy to be tired," I explained, causing him to giggled.

"Because she makes me so happy! Duh," he sheepishly said, making his cheeks turn pink. I laughed at him and bumped him with my shoulder.

"You and you're girlfriend are too cute-"

BAM

Pain spread through my body when I hit the ground. My foot had caught something and I tripped, causing all of my papers to fall from my folder and notebook.

Laughter filled the halls as I peeled myself off the ground, noticing blood on the tile. It was dripping from my nose, which made me panic.

I let out a shout and slapped my hands over my nose, tearing up from the pain. My pain only caused more laughter, but one laugh in particular caught my attention.

I looked behind me, seeing the boy in blue laughing his ass off. From his position, I assumed it was only him who tripped me.

My tears fell a bit more before Butters came to the rescue. He took a tissue from his backpack and pulled my hands away from my face, pressing it against my nose.

The deep laughter started getting closer, making me shiver. The boy passed us, kicking my notebook down the hall before snickering.

"Faggot," he muttered, loud enough for me to hear. He proceeded down the hall, flipping me off over his shoulder.

This was Craig. He was one of the biggest delinquents here, and he hated my guts. We used to be friends, but when I 'came-out' on twitter, he started hating me.

It made no sense, but I didn't care, 'til he started doing this kind of stuff....

I would've kept staring at him, but Butters snapped me out of it.

"Tweek, hold the tissue and tilt your head down," he said, sounding like a mom. I did what he said and when he let go of the tissue he grabbed another for my tears.

He wiped the tears off my face as someone spoke.

"Alright, m'kay. What's going on here?" They said, kneeling down next to me. It was the councilor, and he looked pretty concerned.

"Mr. Mackey!" Butters exclaimed, ready to tell him who the culprit was. Even though he is a massive bully, I couldn't let him do that. "It was Cr-"

"No!" I shouted, causing Butters to be silent. He looked at me questioningly, but I spoke before he could continue. "It's fine, I just tripped."

"Are you sure?" Mr. Mackey asked, not quite buying my story. I rapidly nodded, still holding my nose before he shrugged. "Alright, m'kay. But come to me if you have any more info, m'kay."

Once he left, Butters shook his head at me, disappointed.

"You can't be doing that anymore, buddy," he said, crossing his arms. "I don't like seeing you get bullied."

"I-I don't want t-to see Craig get in trouble..." I muttered, slowly gathering my sprawled papers with one hand.

          Butters shook his head at me, but still helped me gather my things. We almost had everything, when another person walked up to us.

          "Is this yours?" They said, holding the notebook Craig kicked. I looked up at them, seeing it was only Kenny.

          "Yeah, thanks Kenny," I said, taking it and setting it on my other stuff. Butters picked my stuff up since my hands were on my nose. As we got off the ground, Kenny kept talking.

          "What Craig did, that wasn't very cool," he admitted, rubbing he back of his neck. "He's been kind of an asshole lately."

          "We know," Butters said, rolling his eyes. Kenny nodded his head, pulling something out of his pocket.

          "Well anyways, I'm having this party tonight at my pal Token's," he said, giving us a crinkled envelope. I took it, looking at it before looking back at Kenny. "You guys should come, it's gonna be lit."

          And with a sly smile, he walked away. I looked back at the envelope, then to Butters.

Butters gave me a shrug before beginning to walk to class. I followed him, opening the envelope.

It didn't say much, it only said that it was on Friday and it gave the address. It also mentioned that there would be alcohol and weed and 'no adults allowed!' Was written in bold letters.

"Wh-What do you think?" I asked out loud to Butters. "I'll go if you go..."

He glanced at me as we became silence. He stared for a few seconds before giving me a smile. He chuckled and said,

"Yeah, you need to start putting yourself out there. This'll totally help!" before arriving at our class. He sounded excited, I smiled at him, feeling joyful that we were going to be going to our first party together.

"I can't wait 'til Friday!"

--TimeSkipToParty--

          I can't wait to leave this party....

The music is so loud I can't think straight, and it's making my ears ring. I've had a migraine for about an hour now because of the noise and terrible smell of marijuana that leaked into of the house from the backyard.

One after another extremely drunk stranger fall on me, and it's making me sicker and sicker each time. The smell of alcohol makes vomit rise in my throat, and the smell is everywhere.

"I thought this would be fun..." I scolded myself, holding my arms close. It was tightly crowded in here, even when this house was huge. I couldn't see anyone I knew anymore.

My eyes skimmed around for Butters, who I had drove over here. I need to bring him home, if I don't he'll be grounded. His blonde hair, which was a dead giveaway, was nowhere to be seen through all these teens.

I was about to walk out of the sweat-fest of alcoholics before someone grabbed my shoulder. Fear suddenly invaded me as I shrieked, pulling away from the hand.

"W-Wait! It's me...I'm-I'm sorry..." a voice said from behind me. I turned around to see Butters, a drink in his hand and bright red lipstick covering the side of his neck.

My eyes widened at his state, he looked immensely drunk. I felt a bit disappointed at him because he said he would be controlled and not even touch the alcohol.

"Butters, are you kidding me..." I whispered to him in disappointment. He looked at me with puppy eyes as tears started to pour out. He grabbed onto my arms, weeping dramatically as he said,

"I-'m sorr-y Tweek....K-Kenny kept g-giving m-e bottles and I-I cou-ldn't..." I shushed him as he cried, hugging him for comfort. He cried like a baby in my arms, dropping his beer.

"Butter's, I think we should leave...This place is starting to make me nervous and I-"

"What?!" Butter's suddenly cried out, looking at me in worry. "N-No! My par-ents w-will kill me and I-I wan-ted to bring you t-to the game..."

I could barely hear him over the blaring music, but whatever I heard it didn't sound good. Before I could question him, I was being dragged by my shirt out of the crowd and up the stairs of Token's house.

I made the better decision of not questioning him and just followed him into a brighter room. It was Token's room, and inside was my whole class and some others. This made me nervous, since my class has two parts: the bullies and the bullied.

As me and Butters sat down, I notice how everyone was actually getting along. Everyone was acting much friendlier. Red was taking selfies with everyone and not just herself, Kyle and Eric were laughing together like crazy with huge smiles, and Bebe was even talking with Scott.

This made me smile a little, but my smile faded once I saw who I unintentionally sat next to. My eyes flicked to Craig Tucker who, surprisingly, didn't have his hat on. I tensed up and froze, hoping he didn't notice me.

I tried to direct my attention to the middle of the circle that was being created, where Stan now was. He wasn't the only intensely intoxicated person in this room, but I could tell he was probably going to be majorly hungover in the morning.

Suddenly, he opened a new bear bottle and began to chug it. Everyone was cheering him on, even Butters. I was actually enjoying the little show, but it was interrupted when Craig tapped me on the shoulder.

"Could you...." was all he said as he held a bottle towards me. It hasn't been open, but I assumed he wanted to drink it yet couldn't get it open. I hesitated at first, but soon took it from his hand and opened it, giving it back right away.

He mumbled a thanks and began drinking again, which made me a little gitty. Craig doesn't normally thank people, so that felt nice to here after a lot of torture from him.

The room erupted with cheers and I looked back to see that Stan had finished the bottled. He then held it up before speaking.

"Alright, we are going to play a little game..." he started, sounding surprisingly sober-ish. He then, set the bottles on the ground and said, "The bottle will spin, and whoever it lands on goes into the closet. Then, we as a group will pick who goes in there with them for some good old 7-minutes-in-Heaven...."

Many people cheered, others didn't show any emotion about it. I, for one, wasn't to excited to be locked in a closet with someone who smelled like alcohol. To be honest I was about to throw up at the moment because of the smell.

My opinion didn't matter, the game would start whether I liked it or not. I just had to stick it out until Butters wants to leave or at least gets drunk enough for me to pull him out of here. I would just have to cross my fingers and hope I wasn't picked by the bottle or my friends.

The first spin started, and as it was spinning a head laid on my shoulder. I figured it was Butters, but it was on the opposite side of where he was. I tensed up and my eyes widened when I thought it through.

          My face got warm as my eyes darted to Craig's head as it laid lightly on my shoulder. My heart started to pound in my ears, and I tried to say something, but all that came out was,

          "U-Uh Crai-g..." I mentally smacked myself for speaking like an idiot as I sighed in disappointment for myself. Craig didn't say anything, instead he responded by only inching closer to me.

          I bit my lip to retract the scream I wanted to let out and decided to force my focus to the bottle. If I don't think about him then it'll be just like he's not here.

As the game went on, there were some very surprising matches people were making. First to go in was Kyle, who got picked with Bebe. Second, Kevin and Red. Third, Kenny and Bebe again, and many more:

Timmy and Lola, Millie and Eric, Heidi and Kevin, Wendy and Stan, Stan and Kenny, Token and Red, Kenny and Butters, Kyle and Clyde, Jimmy and Nicole, Wendy and Token, and much more that I can't even remember.

I felt more relieve the more rounds I wasn't in, I actually thought I'd make it out. After Butters and Kenny's round, Butters was frazzled and actually wanted to leave, but he didn't say so.

I was actually about to leave with Butters before everyone started to cheer again. I looked to see what all the commotion was about, but all I saw was a bottle neck pointing at me....

"Tweek's up!" Someone yelled, making my heart skip a beat. Butters giggled at me and helped push me off my butt. I shivered from all the eyes looking at me and timidly walked to the closet.

I walked in and the door was shut, leaving only darkness. It smelled disgusting in here, and it was burning hot. I ran my hand through my hair and let out a worried sigh.

God, this is gonna suck....