#wrote this 4 u danny welcome back
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Asking For It
alternate title: Craig Tucker’s Foolproof Guide to Getting What You Want
creek is once again consuming my soul so have this my lovelies
word count: 2262
pairing: Lee!Craig/Ler!Tweek
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“ACK! Craig! What is wrong with you?” Tweek shrieked, flinching as Craig appeared from nowhere, his hands suddenly slamming down on Tweek’s shoulders, shaking him playfully.
The air was colder than usual, and despite being bundled up to his eyes in scarves and jackets, the movement was enough to make his face sting. Tweek took a deep breath in an attempt to calm his jackrabbit’s heart.
“I don’t know,” Craig responded, “I’m just in a weird mood.”
He smiled and fell into step next to Tweek as they walked to school, slinging an arm around his shoulders. Tweek leaned into him, soaking up Craig’s warmth to offset the winter day.
****
“Craig,” Tweek hissed, “Stop fucking prodding me.”
They were in French, and Tweek was desperately trying to focus on memorizing his past participles when he felt the end of Craig’s pencil press into his side again, making him twitch as a bolt of electricity shot through him. He turned to shoot Craig another glare, answered only by his sly grin. He glared until Craig turned back to the front of the class, folding his hands on his desk innocently.
Tweek grumbled to himself, then went back to work, still on guard for any surprise pokes. Urghh, what’s the past tense of vivre again? Vives? Or is it irregular? This is too much pressure…
****
“Craig!” Tweek called, jogging a little to meet him where he stood in the lunch line. He forced himself to ignore the way people glanced at him, and stopped in front of Craig. He tried to step into line but Craig blocked him.
“Let me cut in, man, I’m hungry.”
Craig grinned. “Hi hungry, I’m Craig.” He said, still blocking Tweek.
Tweek rolled his eyes. “You’re not funny,” He said, but he was smiling, a little. “C’mon let me in.”
Craig folded his hands behind his head, giving Tweek the smuggest look known to man.
“Make me.” He said, grinning.
Tweek groaned, then glanced down the line to where Jimmy was standing further up. He smiled cheekily at Craig and then turned and walked away.
“Hey, Jimmy! Can I c-cut in next to you?”
“S-s-sure, man.”
****
“Craig!” Tweek cried, sliding on the icy puddle that had formed outside of the school. Craig reached out, latching onto his arm to stop him from falling.
“Watch out honey, it's slippy.”
“I know it’s-GAHH- slippy!” He said, eyeing the ground with suspicion. There was a sheet of ice covering the short path outside of the school, and unlike Craig, his shoes didn’t have a good grip. He eyed the pavement, trying to look for clear spots when his whole world suddenly tipped as he lifted into the air.
He squirmed. “Put me down!” He said, hitting Craig’s back from where he was slung over his shoulder.
“Nope.” Craig smiled, crossing the icy path with ease.
“Craihig,” He giggled, trying to sound annoyed, “Peheople ahare staharing.”
Craig hummed, then put him down on the other side of the path. To anyone else, his face would look neutral, as monotone as his voice, but Tweek could see that shine in his eyes, the twitch of his lips and he knew that in Craig’s way, he was beaming. He felt his insides go soft, then grabbed Craig’s hand for support as they made their way down the street.
****
“Craig, you know you d-don’t have to wait for me.”
Craig was sitting in the stockroom of Tweek Bros Coffee, sprawled over some crates as he scrolled through his phone, clearly bored.
He hummed, scrolling further. “You’ll be done soon though, babe.”
“Yeah but- AH- your house is closer to mine than the s-store, so it would- ACK- be more convenient to wait there- and get off those boxes! They might break!”
Craig shimmied a little from side to side, then arched his back, stretching his arms towards the floor.
“But I’m comfy.” He moaned.
Tweek twitched. Craig had been in an… odd mood today. He leaned over and jabbed Craig’s side, grinning when he flailed and his arms shot up. Craig’s eyes were shining again and he looked almost- excited. Weird.
Before he could follow that line of thought, the doors to the stockroom swung open and his mother poked her head through.
“Sweetie! Could you clean the tables at the back? Then you and your little friend can go home.”
She disappeared again and Tweek giggled. “We’ve been together for y-years and you’re still my little friend. Come on buddy, get- ACK- ready to go.”
****
“Craig… are you listening?”
Craig had been oddly silent on the way back home, not upset but- something else. Now, a light flurry of snowflakes had started and he hadn’t even noticed to put his hood up.
“Craig!” Tweek grabbed onto his jacket, pulling on it lightly.
“What?” Craig snapped.
Tweek wilted a little at the response, “Are you mad at me?” He said quietly.
“Oh! No babe, I’m not mad at you,” Craig replied, “I’m just… thinking.”
“Thinking about what?” Tweek said, still gripping his sleeve.
Craig smiled softly, then grabbed Tweek’s hands and pulled him close.
“You.” He whispered, leaning down to kiss him. He let go of Tweek’s hands, which wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer. Craig wasn’t overly fond of P.D.A. but there was almost no one willing to spend an extra second in the cold ogling some high schoolers kissing in the snow.
****
“Craig…” Tweek said, trying to wriggle away from him. A difficult task, given that Craig had wrapped his arms around Tweek and was softly kissing his neck. It turns out it was very difficult to concentrate on homework when your boyfriend was clinging to you like a koala.
“Come cuddle,” Craig muttered into his ear, both shy and eager at once.
“I- GAH- would! But I have so much homework.” He said, trying to spin around to reason with Craig.
Craig sighed, holding him tighter. “But honey, it’s Friday, and your parents will call us down for supper soon, then I won’t get to touch you for hours.”
“You,” Tweek slid forwards, then stood up and around to the chair to grab Craig’s arms and push him backwards, “Are so,” He pushed him onto the bed, sitting on his waist and leaning down till they were nose-to-nose, “Dramatic.” Tweek kissed the tip of Craig’s nose, then sat back.
“You’ll live.” He said.
Craig groaned, covering his face. At the same time, Tweek’s father shouted upstairs.
“Boys!” He called, “Come down for dinner!”
Craig groaned louder.
****
“Craig,” Tweek said, voice muffled by his shirt which he’d somehow gotten tangled around his head, “What do you want to- AH- watch? I think Good Omens season two is out.” He trailed off, finally yanking off his shirt and looking at Craig, who was staring at his phone.
“Craig? Are you looking it up?” He pulled on his pajama top, an old one of Craig’s that he’d stolen at some point.
More silence.
“Craig?” He asked, concerned.
“I’m going to get changed,” Craig said quickly, throwing his phone and all but fleeing the room.
Tweek stared at the door. It wasn’t unusual for Craig to get changed in the bathroom, but the silent treatment was different. Feeling his hands start to tremble, he fisted them into his shirt and took a deep breath, trying to figure out if he’d done something. Pressure started to build on his chest as one of his hands shot up to latch onto his hair, and his breathing sped up.
He shook his head and took several long hard breaths, then grabbed Craig’s hoodie that he’d left on the bed and shrugged it on, enveloping him in Craig’s calming scent. He lay back on the bed and took more deep breaths. Thank God he’d started seeing a therapist, and started a new medication that let him rationalize that it was more than likely an issue with Craig, rather than one of his own, and that Craig would tell him when he was ready.
He set up the bed and the T.V., and not long after Craig shuffled in. Craig made a beeline for the bed, pulling back the blankets and flopping on top of Tweek, resting his head on his chest.
They lay like that for a few minutes, Tweek playing with Craig’s hair and watching the T.V.’s idle screen while Craig fiddled with the hem of Tweek’s shirt.
After a period of silence, Craig finally spoke.
“I… need to ask you something.”
Tweek hummed, tilting his head, “What’s that, baby?”
Craig’s ears burned as he buried his face in Tweek’s chest.
“It’s embarrassing.”
Tweek’s eyebrows shot up. Craig? Embarrassed?
“Is it a sex thing?” He asked, half teasing.
Craig’s face shot up, fully red.
“No!” He said.
Tweek giggled a little, “I was just teas-”
“No, I need you to understand, it isn’t a sex thing. At all. Just… something I like. And that I want. And I’m usually okay with just thinking about it but I really, really want it and I figured I could just get you to do it but nothing I tried worked and…” He trailed off.
Tweek’s mind was reeling. What the hell was he talking about?
“It…” Craig sighed and shuffled upwards so he could hide his face in Tweek’s neck.
“I want you to…”
“Tickle me.”
Tweek blinked.
“What?” He said, a little bewildered. The wrong thing to say, as Craig shot up and covered his face with his arm.
“Forget it!” He said, embarrassment coming off him in waves.
“Wait! Craig,” He sat up too, lightly pulling Craig’s arm away from his face.
He was fully red, darker than Tweek had ever seen, and was dramatically avoiding eye contact.
“You want me to… tickle you?”
He nodded.
“Okay!” Tweek said. Craig’s eyes shot up, studying him.
“Seriously?” He said suspiciously.
“Yep,” Tweek lay back, patting his chest, “Come here.”
Slowly, Craig settled back down, half happed in blankets and his face in the crook of Tweek’s neck.
“Do you want me t-to be gentle or-”
“Just do it,” Craig muttered.
Tweek laughed, “Okay.”
He softly trailed his fingers up Craig’s sides while he thought about the other times they’d tickled each other. Craig did always seem very down for Tweek getting revenge and, looking back, gave up much quicker than normal. Maybe. Tweek wasn’t exactly an expert on normal, and if he was honest he sort of liked tickling too, it was fun to be close to Craig, and let him turn his brain off for a while.
He was drawn out of his thoughts by Craig’s soft huff of laughter and realized his fingers had crawled higher, onto Craig’s ribs. He dug in a little, relishing in the full-body twitch and bubble of giggles that worked their way out of Craig’s throat.
“Twehehek…” He said.
“Yeah?”
“Uhm, cahan you do a lihitle more?”
Tweek’s heart squeezed. He had never heard Craig sound so cute. Wordlessly, he gently flipped them over so he was half lying on Craig and scratched his ribs.
Craig tipped his head back in laughter, his legs kicking fruitlessly beneath the blankets.
“Twehehehek!” He cried, gripping the comforter.
As his hands crawled higher, Craig’s laughter grew more frantic, but not louder. Tweek glanced up and was momentarily distracted by the sheer love he felt for the other boy.
Craig’s head was turned to the side, half buried in the pillows. His face was flushed, eyes scrunched shut and mouth wide open (unusual, as Craig was as insecure of his braces as he was of his teeth before.).
And his laugh. Slightly monotone, like his voice, but so carefree and happy. Tweek felt his insides squirm at how beautiful Craig was in that moment.
Then, his hands burrowed into his underarms and Craig shot up nearly head-butting Tweek as he cackled.
“NOHOHOT THEHERE!” He laughed, shaking his head and gripping Tweek’s forearms and pushing them down.
“ACK- sorry! Where do you want m-me to go?”
“Hehehe, uh,” Craig leaned back down, covering his face, “My stomach?” He said quietly.
Tweek’s hands shot down, but Craig grabbed them before they could make contact.
“Gently.” He said, looking away.
“Aw, okay,” Tweek said, pushing up his shirt.
“Wh- uh, okay,” Craig said, watching Tweek’s hands with rapt attention. Tweek gently skimmed the light brown skin, grinning when it twitched beneath his fingers.
He drew soft shapes on Craig’s stomach, hearts and stars, and smiled at Craig.
“You’re s-so cute,” He said.
Craig groaned into his hands, “Shuhuhut uhuhup,” He giggled.
“Hmm?” Tweek asked, “Did you tell me to shut up?” He twitched his fingers, softly scratching his nails.
Craig’s back arched, “Nohoho I dihihidn’t.”
“If you say-say so, man.”
Tweek continued to softly tickle Craig’s stomach, drumming his fingers over Craig’s hips and spidering around his belly button. By the time Craig had had enough, he had a wide, dopey smile stretched over his face and sleepy eyes.
Tweek rolled off of him, wrapping his arms around him from the back, and flipped through the T.V. to find something to watch while Craig drifted off in his arms.
Thinking back to Craig’s behavior throughout the day, from scaring him in the morning, (playfully) annoying him throughout the day, and being weird on the way home, he realized Craig had been asking for it all day. He huffed and leaned down, kissing his forehead. Craig mumbled sleepily and Tweek smiled. He knew now.
Eventually, he settled on a film and relaxed back into the pillows. It was a good day.
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#i used a scots word at some point here and i was gonna change it but yk what im just gonna teach y’all the word is#happed or happit which means to be completely covered in something ie blankets#lee!craig#ler!tweek#south park tickles#wrote this 4 u danny welcome back#btw the past tense of vivre is vis 💫🌈the more you know🌈💫
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Fic Writer Review
@floralflowerpower tagged me!
1. How many works do you have on AO3?
Four!
2. What’s your total AO3 word count?
6,091
3. How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?
Only Danny Phantom on ao3 at least, I will not reveal what past fandoms I have written fic for back in my deviantart days
4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
Okay considering I only have four fics I'm just gonna put them in order of kudos jwndflke
Local Barista Danny Fenton
Let's Make a Deal
What A Stupid Child
The singular prompt I managed to do for Going Angst Week
5. Which of your fic do you want more attention for?
Uhh tbh maybe Let's Make a Deal or the Going Angst Week prompt I did? LMaD was the first phic I ever wrote based on louroalka's demon au and honestly only want it to get more attention because that au is INCREDIBLE, the Going Angst Week one I'm just proud of how I wrote it even though it's really short haha
I'm really grateful for any attention my fics get tho! I know none of my fics are huge deals or anything, but I can't put into words how happy it makes me that so many people enjoyed my fic based on my Barista Danny AU!
6. Do you respond to comments, why or why not?
I always try to! I have a couple sitting in my inbox rn just because I'm super forgetful, but I want people to know that I'm acknowledging them and the fact that they decided to read/interact w my work means a lot to me
7. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?
Local Barista Danny Fenton because they were out of oat milk 😔✊🏼
8. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you’ve written?
I do! Back in the day The Bestie tumblr user Kateh @kirinda-ondo and I wrote some BONKERS and absolutely hilarious crossovers of stuff we were into, and we haven't really written anything lately (we kinda started plotting a rly interesting crossover tho) we have v silly conversations and crossover our favs
Not a fic tho but I did cross He-Man and DP in a doodle for Kateh's birthday yesterday because Orko and Danny would absolutely be besties and u can't change my mind
9. Have you ever received hate on a fic?
Not yet and pls be nice to me I am sensitive
10. Do you write smut? if so what kind?
I don't
11. Have you ever had a fic translated?
I haven't but anyone is more than welcome to!
12. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
Definitely back in the day w Kateh
13. What’s your all time favorite ship?
Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Me x Actually Allowing People To Read My Writing
14. What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?
I started writing a lightly angsty ghost hunger fic at one point, I got writer's block right around when I was trying to wrap it up and edit it and tbh just haven't gotten back to it and idk if I will
I got bold w it and threw in Clockwork and Jazz and I think I gave myself anxiety on writing them in-character lmao
Love reading ghost hunger au just maybe not writing it idk
15. What are your writing strengths?
Active voice and I've been told I'm pretty good with "show, don't tell" and capturing emotions
Definitely active voice though, as a journalist that shit is drilled into my head and when I see passive voice an alarm sounds in my head even though I do not personally give that much of a shit
16. What are your writing weaknesses?
Tenses, and the actually sharing it with people part gives me so much anxiety
In my creative writing class when I had to share my fiction piece (which I posted to my main blog if anyone wants to read!), I was messaging Kateh throughout my entire class/critique because I was so nervous I was on the verge of tears lmao
17. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?
I think it's fantastic when it adds to the character or is important in some way! I feel there should definitely be some sort of research done to be sure things are being used correctly as well
18. What was the first fandom you wrote for?
I didn't realize this question was coming up I guess I'll reveal now it was Sonic the Hedgehog back in my dA days
19. What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?
Probably Local Barista Danny Fenton, I love telling funny work stories and it seems to have made people who read it happy!
20. What fic are you most proud of?
I really can't pick a fav because I'm really really proud of all my fics!
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Tagging @amabsis and @omegasmileyface but y'all don't have to do it if you don't want to!!
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With Her Quarantine-Themed Opus 'How I'm Feeling Now,' Charli XCX & Her Clique Level Up
Charli XCX has been at the forefront of pop music over the last decade and with "How I'm Feeling Now," a quickly-made album created entirely in quarantine with a madcap collection of Internet musicians and input from fans, Charli goes to the next level.
Between 2014 and 2017, Charli XCX almost became the next Lady Gaga. She had released bonafide hits like her Billboard Hot 100 top 10 banger "Boom Clap," from the soundtrack for the tragic teen romance "The Fault in Our Stars." She wrote songs for huge pop stars like Selena Gomez, will.i.am, Blondie, the K-pop group Twice. She was also featured on chart-toppers like Icona Pop's "I Love It," and Iggy Azalea's no. 1 hit "Fancy." But instead of choosing a path where she'd work with producers Max Martin and Pharrell, Charli looked further ahead, stayed online and became the most interesting pop star currently working.
Last week, she released "How I'm Feeling Now," what she's calling her fourth studio album. It arrived on streaming platforms after the British musician announced its conception about six weeks ago on April 6 via a Zoom chat with fans, stressing that it would be a D.Y.I. project with them while she's under lockdown and in quarantine at her Los Angeles home. With 11 songs and a 37-minute runtime, the album, a collaborative effort to be sure, is a masterpiece where Charli makes the most vulnerable and powerful album since Beyonce's 2013 self-titled surprise release. It's an urgent piece of emotional art that finally unifies Charli's ethos and talent into an impressive synthesis of sounds, songwriting and style. And it arrives at a vital moment.
"HIFN" follows her eponymous album from last year — a collaborative effort in a different way as it features several popular artists (Lizzo, HAIM, Christine and the Queens, Kim Petras, Troy Sivan, Sky Fierrea, Cupcake, Big Freedia and more) contributing vocals and felt like, at the time, it was meant to elevate Charli's status in the pop world. It's Charli at her most polished — so much so that the edginess of her music was scrubbed too clean and not everything worked. Her frequent collaborator A.G. Cook, the leader of the internet-dwelling musical collective PC Music, had his signature 00s computer nostalgic sounds bump up against other producers' ideas. A few years before "Charli," she shared the four-track EP "Vroom Vroom" — a maximalist effort from Cook and SOPHIE (another prominent member of PC Music who has had a successful solo career while working with huge names like Madonna) that marked a pivotal career turn for her; a flag signaling that Charli had fully invested in PC Music's chaotically beautiful inorganic sound. In 2017, she released back-to-back mixtapes: the stellar "Number 1 Angel" and the critically acclaimed and fan-adored "Pop 2." Over the release of those four projects, her partnership with Cook grew, morphed and worked out its kinks. On "HIFN," Charli and Cook — both credited as executive producers — unite their best talents while welcoming other sounds from producers, like BJ Burton (a Bon Iver collaborator who is also credited an executive producer), Danny L Harle (who got his start with PC Music as well), Dijon, Palmistry and Dylan Brandy, one half of the mind-bending duo that feels like the logical evolution of PC Music, 100 gecs.
At a time when major-label pop stars are delaying the release of their music — like Lady Gaga, who put off her long-awaited sixth album "Chromatica" a month-and-a-half due to the coronavirus pandemic — Charli is seizing the moment. (Similar to Charli, rising pop star Dua Lipa bumped up the release of her disco-inspired sophomore album "Future Nostalgia" a week back in March.) By directly working with fans — asking them to submit phone footage for music videos and gathering their input on songs by sharing demos to social media and hopping on Zoom chats — Charli has turned her new project into something beautiful and hopeful during a time when most of us are craving any sort of interaction, never mind from a legit pop star. The pandemic is forcing everyone inside and closing us off from family and friends. But Charli is rising to the moment — a moment that feels destined for her —reaching out to her fans to make something that's so of our time.
Though "HIFN" is an impressively made album with music that sounds like it simultaneously comes from both the past and the future, it's untimely successful for being a cathartic and freeing album. Charli has full creative autonomy here and isn't constrained by label meddling. "HIFN" is loud, abrasive, sad, confident and sexy. It's a patchwork of sounds that are stitched together by Charli and Co. where she jumps from genre-to-genre (and sometimes from mico-genre-to-micro-genre) in a matter of seconds, similar to the 100 gecs album "1000 gecs" from last year. It'll give you whiplash where songs are so complex and intricate it's hard to believe it was made in about a month, like on the pulsating and glitchy "Claws," co-produced by gecs' Brady, bounces from love-song to a rave banger that gives way into an eruption of static. To call "HIFN" visceral would be an understatement as a number of tracks are and raw; walls of sound pummel you like on the opener "Pink Diamond," where she sings, "Every single night kinda feels the same I'm a pink diamond/ I need space" as a cacophony of synths and sound effects ram into each other.
"HIFN" defies expectations in many ways; not only that it exists and is excellent from start-to-finish, but the songs themselves are like puzzle pieces arranged in such a way that they pull tricks on what you expect from convention songwriting and producing. Production on "HIFN" is constantly shifting with some tracks initially feel like two or three songs slapped together but careful listening is rewarding as it's revealed how stunningly crafted they are, like "c2.0." That song begins with a sludgy beat but sheds itself to reveal a slick pop song, sounding nothing like the first 90 seconds. It also interpolates Charli's self-titled album cut "Click": "I miss them every night / I miss them by my side / Catch my tears when I cry / My clique on me for life," she sings about the lost days and nights with friends.
Songs you think are about to end go on for another two minutes (like the ethereal and wound-up "Detonate," an album highlight) and songs that you expect to climax collapse inward, like the epic "party 4 u" — the album's best song. It's a lovelorn track full of yearning about throwing a party for a crush who never shows up. It's a simple message (when you're into someone but they don't quite reciprocate those feelings) that's been expressed millions of times throughout the history of pop music - but not quite like this. It opens with an otherworldly synth and builds and builds until it reaches its apex. But instead of a release of sound that you expect, "party 4 u" — the longest song on "HIFN" (nearly 5-minutes) — goes silent and starts from the beginning, becoming one of the most powerful moments on the album.
The track also brings "HIFN" full circle in a profound way. It's a song that's been around for a few years and, after leaking online, it quickly became a fan favorite where people would request it at shows. Charli and A.G. Cook said they always considered putting it on an album but Charli said she was "hesitant...because I like the mythology around certain songs." Nevertheless, Charli said that including "party 4 u" on the album might seem "small and silly" but "it's the time to give something back." Indeed, it's a payoff for those who have invested in the world-building and mythology Charli has created for the last five years as "party 4 u" closes with a live recording from a concert in which fans are requesting the track itself, prior to its official release. It's a beautiful sentiment that propels the album and Charli and her team to a new level of artistry.
#charli xcx#how i'm feeling now#music#pc music#a.g. cook#ag cook#100 gecs#bj burton#Danny L Harle#dylan brady
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