A/N: After seeing Tweek and Craig's superhero personas, I had to write this. They're such a married couple, I love it!

"Check us out!" Clyde shouted excitedly his arm wrapped tightly around Token's shoulder. The two of them were dressed up in absurd outfits. "I'm Mosquito!" he shouted posing on one leg, both his arms raised above his head in a martial art like form.

"TupperWear," Token smirked, posing as well.

"So cool!" Tweek exclaimed clasping his hands together in excitement.

"Ha! I know," Clyde winked, striking another pose. With a snicker, Craig grabbed the red plastic tube and yanking on it. As the elastic stretched, Craig released it, the proboscis slamming back into the burnet's face. Clyde let out a pathetic "gah" as he pulled away.

"Don't bully him," Token sighed rubbing his friend's back as he started tearing up.

"So what's with the dorky costumes?" the raven haired asked his middle finger protruding from his fist.

"We're superheroes," Clyde sniffled holding his nose from underneath the plastic tube. His eyes glared up at Craig, the corners watery from tears. Silently, his glance shifted to Tweek and his captivated expression. The burnet lit up as he stood tall and rushed to the caffeine addict, grabbing his hands in his. "Don't you think we're cool?" he grinned widely. Tweek nodded back enthusiastically.

"Fuck off," Craig muttered pulling them apart. Clyde sighed dreamingly as he placed his hands on his face.

"How romantic! Craig's jealous!" he squealed gleefully. Sighing, Token pulled Clyde back and put his hand up to stop Craig who began flipping them off again. "You can be a superhero too, you know," Clyde urged changing the conversation back like nothing.

"Gah!" Tweek shouted clutching his hair as if thrown off guard. "Me? A superhero! Gah! That's too much pressure!" he yelled shaking his head "no". Without a word, Craig placed his hand on the wild tuff of blonde hair. Tweek lowered his hands and fiddled with his fingers, comforted by Craig's presence. "I-I won't make a very good superhero,"

"I'm not a really good superhero myself, but, as Mosquito," suddenly Clyde changed his voice into a nasally sound. "I'm one of the greatest heroes! Tweek may make a bad hero, but you don't have to be Tweek," he grinned. "You can be whoever you want to be," he encouraged going back to his usual voice. Suddenly an alarm started to blare from downstairs.

"Calling all Coon and Friends. Alert. Calling all Coon and Friends. This is not a drill! Get your dumbasses over here…" the message continued trumpeting on in a familiar voice.

"Gotta go; duty calls," Token grinned the two of them beginning to hurry away.

"Get yourself a costume and join us!" Clyde shouted waving them goodbye. "We meet in Cartman's basement," he added already out of sight.

"It sounds fun! We should join, Craig," Tweek chirped excitedly grabbing the arm of his boyfriend. Craig clicked his tongue and looked over his shoulder at him.

"Looks dumb," he spat.

"Come on! We can make our costumes and everything! We can go now!" he shouted as they left the Donovan's house.

"I thought you said you didn't want to be a superhero because you'd be bad at it?" he frowned the two of them walking side by side holding hands.

"Well… I don't have to be Tweek," he muttered. "I-I… I could be like… like Wonder Tweek or something!" he shouted lifting his head up towards the sky.

"Sure, but you can do it on your own; Red Racer's on," Craig replied impartially. "See you," he waved turning the corner down the street.

"Fine! Maybe I will do it by myself, you jackass!" Tweek yelled after him storming towards the store. "Fuck Craig," he muttered under his breath. After returning home with several bags filled with fabric, Tweek attempted to create his own costume. With shaky hands, he cut clumsy lines across the colorful cloth. Aggravated with his own inability to thread the needle, Tweek downed a cup of coffee. "Stupid Craig," he grumbled away.

"Picking his dumb TV show over me. Calling this stupid when he knows I think it's cool. He's the one who's stupid. Didn't even go to the fucken store with me. Gah! I had to go all by myself! It was so much pressure!" he mumbled under his breath as he began weaving the pieces together. His hands slipped and he pricked his finger for the umpteenth timed.

"Fuck shit! Goddamn it! Gah!" he screeched throwing the material on the ground and falling back onto his bed. "Stupid fucken Craig!" he cried out, shutting his eyes closed tightly in frustration. Without warning, Tweek's bedroom door swung open, Craig standing in the doorway. Tweek sat up immediately confused by his boyfriend's sudden appearance. A piece of paper with the letter "S" written in red was taped on top of his jacket.

"Here," he stated tossing something blue to Tweek and closing the door behind him. Baffled, the blonde leaned forward, grabbing the item and holding it up.

"It's one of your sweaters?" he replied turning back to him.

"Change into it," he ordered.

"What? Why?" Tweek frowned still confused by the situation.

"Just—" Craig scoffed as he walked across the room, beginning to aggressively unbutton Tweek's shirt.

"Wait! What the fuck? Craig stop!" he yelled in a panic about to push the raven hair away. Craig caught his wrist and looked into his eyes.

"Just shut up and listen to me," he snapped. Swallowing hard, Tweek stared with large, horrified eyes. Pulling his hand back he complied, taking off his shirt completely and putting on Craig's sweater.

"N-now what?" he stuttered. Craig sighed and kissed Tweek's forehead tenderly.

"S-sorry for yelling at you," he murmured turning away in embarrassment.

"Its fine," Tweek blushed cupping his cheeks. "But I still don't get what's going on," he added looking up at him. Taking a red marker out of his pocket, Craig walked over to Tweek's desk and grabbed a random sheet of copy paper. Cutting out a circle, he picked up a roll of tape that was laid out on the ground. He sat down on the bed and attached the piece of paper onto his boyfriend's chest, mirroring his own sheet. "W-T?" Tweek read aloud pulling the sweater from his skin so he could see.

"Wonder Tweek," Craig replied softly, Tweek lifting his head in shock. "You're Wonder Tweek and I'm Super Craig; we're a duo," he muttered one of his hands scratching the back of his neck and the other sheepishly pointing at the red "S" on his chest. Tweek's face lit up and he smiled dumbly.

"So you were listening to me; you really are a good boyfriend," he giggled.

"Of course," Craig replied kissing his forehead again. The blonde blushed as he placed his hand on his forehead, his face tilted down. Suddenly he lit up again, grabbing the marker from Craig's hand and picking up one of the pieces of fabric originally meant for his failed attempt of a costume. He turned away from his boyfriend and began writing.

"There!" he exclaimed triumphantly, tying the piece of cloth around his forehead. In red ink, it read "Wonder Tweak." He put on his brown gloves and turned back to his boyfriend exuberantly. "What do you think? It was supposed to be a part of my original outfit!" he beamed. Craig smirked and nodded his head.

"You look great, but where do I kiss you now?" he asked eyeing Tweek's now covered forehead. Immediately his face flushed red and he looked down at his fumbling fingers.

"You… you can kiss me somew-w-where else, you know," he mumbled. Smirking, Craig raised Tweek's chin and kissed the tip of his nose.

"Here?" he whispered softly his lips still grazing Tweek's skin.

"S-somewhere else," he stammered his eyes still averted.

"Here?" he asked kissing his cheek. "Or maybe here? Or here? Or here?" he repeated over and over trailing kissed down the blonde's jawline. Suddenly Tweek grabbed Craig's face, his hands slapping his cheek aggressively.

"Gah! Don't tease me!" he yelled peering straight into blue eyes. Craig blushed back and nodded slowly.

"Fuck you," he whispered lovingly as he leaned forward and pressed their lips together. After backing away from their kiss, Tweek collapsed backwards onto his bed.

"Too much pressure!" he gushed covering his eyes. Craig snorted and stood up straight.

"Come on, let's go meet up with the others," he smirked reaching out a hand to his boyfriend. Tweek peaked up at him and grabbed his hand, allowing the raven hair to yank him off the bed and onto his feet.

"To Cartman's!" he cheered intertwining their fingers. Wrapping his arm around Tweek's shoulder, Craig led him away. "Hey, so can I keep your sweater?" Tweek asked hopefully.

"Of course. I purposely gave you one I didn't wear often, so it's all yours," he replied kissing the side of his head, blonde hair tickling his nose.

A/N: I've honestly had this in my draft for the past two months. I completely forgot I wrote this.