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The five (5) times Craig proposed to Tweek, and the one (1) time Tweek actually said yes.
Idea loosely based on the song Paper Rings by Taylor Swift.
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Kenny was doing much better these days—he had a car, he had a job, both of his parents were long-term employed, and he got to see his best friends every Saturday night.
This whole Butters thing was really disrupting his equilibrium.
Sure, they’d known each other practically their whole lives, there were even points in time where they hung out with Butters more than they did with Cartman—and who could blame them? There had been days in their childhood where they would get stuck together for whatever reason, good or bad, and Kenny didn’t really remember ever thinking poorly of him or fondly of him, either.
That was a long time ago; memories were foggy and distant for someone like Kenny, who had dealt with much more in his nineteen years of life than most people did ever. He couldn’t help but wonder what Butters had dealt with in all these years, too.
(it’s a prequel, ya’ll ❤️)
here’s another playlist i’m sorry it’s even longer than the last
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- Part 2 of best buds
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Tweek and Craig go to the same party with the same jacket and accidentally switch.
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When bad boy Craig gets a tutor.
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He smelt like coffee and high-end shampoo. His skin was alabaster, easily turning pink when he laughed or got flustered, bringing out the slight dust of freckles that splayed out over his nose and cheeks like scattered constellations in a milky sky.
His nose was slightly upturned, buttoned, and his lips were a dusty rose color and chapped, constantly bleeding or raw from picking. His top lip was thinner but his bottom one was full, set in a natural pout that seemed to always lay there on his face.
His eyes were blue. But not just blue- they were Turkish blue. Like a sky after a heavy storm. Beautiful and a little watery with long light lashes that matched his fluffy mess of dandelion-yellow hair; the cowlicks marring his scalp like crazed crop circles, making it stand and poke out in every direction.
But it was soft. It was so soft, like the fur of a guinea pig's coat.
Craig knew this because his hands tangled into it as he slammed his face against the lockers and busted those pretty lips under his knuckles.
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- Part 1 of Clay Hearts