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Snippet from the latest chapter TweekxCraig fic on ao3 Our Youthful Days

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Tweek was painting circles on Craig’s chest with his finger. Hearing the rhythm of his heartbeat calmed him.

“Are you hurt?” Craig asked, concerned. 

Tweek shook his head against his chest softly, “N-no.” 

He lied. He didn’t want to reveal to Craig, that he liked the pain he gave him. It would remind him, that Craig was his, all his. 

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Excerpt from latest TweekxCraig fic on ao3

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

art by Morgan Treat in Pinterest

After dinner, they had both retired to their room.

Tweek got out of the shower. Mr. Goberts’ basement really had everything. It was like a home under another home. He dried his wild platinum blonde hair with a towel and put on white bath robes. His face had a hint of red blush, from the warm shower. 

He saw Craig. Sitting on a single couch chair. A glass of wine in his hand. His piercing blue eyes looked at Tweek when he got out. 

“Why are you lying.. For me?” His voice was almost. Angry. 

Tweek ignored him and plopped  down on their guest bed. 

Irked. Craig repeated his question.

“W-why do y-you think, Craig?” Tweek asked, his voice almost polite, like how a kindergarten teacher would ask a question to a toddler. 

“Does it not bother you? You’re hiding a murderer.” 

Again. Silence. 

Tweek got up. His emerald green eyes. They almost seemed black. Like a forest in the death of night.

He walked towards the still seated Craig, snatched his glass from him, and threw it on the floor. Craig flinched as the glass shattered to pieces, wine spilled. Staining the floor maroon. 

Craig got up and grabbed his shoulders.

“What the hell are you doing?” he demanded. 

“What?  You think I’m an innocent little s-saint, don’t you? W-well, what i-if I told you, r-right this FUCKING instant, that I would kill . On purpose, unlike you. Just to get rid of this FUCKING guilt you’re using to make us apart.”

Craig’s eyes widened. What was he saying? 

“D-do you n-not love me?” Tweek asked. 

“Of course I lo-”

“T-then why don’t y-you trust me? Trust me that I’m g-gonna get US out of this situation! You don't even remember that night! Maybe, there are t-things, about that n-night that needs to be looked i-into further!”

Craig couldn’t understand the words Tweek was saying. Why? He has nothing to do with this. This was Craig’s problem. Why doesn’t Tweek understand that he feels guilty for involving him? Involving the boy he loves the most out of anything in this universe.

Blemishing his life with his sins.

Tweek, who was the only light he saw in 18 years at South Park… How can he corrupt him?  

Tweek then undid the waist knot of his bathrobe. Revealing to Craig, his...

Craig looked, and gulped. Blood rushing to his face. 

Tweek raised his light eyebrow and his statement that followed pierced through Craig’s veneer. 

“I don’t wanna make love r-right now, C-Craig.  I want you to f-fuck me.”

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Snippet from my latest chapter 21 TweekxCraig ao3 Our Youthful Days

https://archiveofourown.org/works/56600479/chapters/171202018

“Ya finally awake? We leave in two hours y’know. How could you sleep so much knowing we got a flight to catch?”

Craig’s words were strong, but his tone was playful.

Tweek nuzzled into his back, holding him tightly from the back, his lean arms were toned and his grip strong, he bit his shoulder. 

“Ack- you little-” Craig turned around, grabbed him by the waist, holding him in place like a vice. Craig’s hands went underneath Tweek’s arms, with little effort, he lifted him as Tweek did the little hop and up he went.

Tweek’s legs wrapped around the taller boy’s waist as his arms embraced him, Craig held him up, without so much of a grimace of difficulty.

Tweek said “W-why weren't you in bed?” Tweek looked down at him, with hooded eyelids and an upturned little smirk. His platinum blonde strands draped his face. Like a playful prince.

“Missed me?” Craig grinned arrogantly, pinching Tweek’s butt, some revenge for the bite.

Tweek winced and then pouted, his pride wouldn’t let him answer that right now, especially with the smug face Craig had on.

Tweek decided perhaps his lips would answer the question more effectively. 

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Snippet from my latest chapter TweekxCraig ao3 Our Youthful Days

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Craig took a swig of his beer and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, “Okay, how bout a kiss though, before we leave?” 

Tweek looked around, everyone was minding themselves it seemed. It was probably okay. He leaned up towards Craig and closed his eyes. Their lips met and Tweek could taste the beer.

“Just one?” Craig smiled into Tweek’s mouth. 

Tweek pulled on his collar and tugged him with force. Their tongues danced and battled at the same time, Tweek’s grasp got stronger on his shirt, almost to claim him for himself. 

“I love you…so much.” Tweek breathed.

Craig frowned. Why was his voice heavy with melancholy? He wanted to see him smile. So he kissed his forehead, and his eyes and then his nose in quick succession, a smile was almost on Tweek’s lips.

At last Craig gently kissed the top of his head and whispered, “ I love you too…my prince.”

Tweek let his forehead rest on Craig’s shoulder as he held on to one of his fingers with his hand. Craig had a way to calm the storms that raged in his heart sometimes. Craig felt Tweek’s smile against his shoulder.

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Our Youthful Days had me downright SOBBING chapter 15 🙏

Awhhh thanks so much for sharing that <3 Makes me so motivated thanks so much for reading <3

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Snippet from my latest chapter TweekxCraig on ao3 Our Youthful Days

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

“Mmph.. I d-do not.” Tweek gripped the mouse harder, Tweek was still not used to Craig’s tender touches, especially his neck.

“Ohh, but you do.” Craig felt Tweek’s slender neck with his teeth before biting. 

“C-Craig..” Tweek arched his back as Craig’s arms clasped around his torso

Craig licked the part where he made teeth marks on his neck, soothing the pain before clamping down again, this time with his lips, with intention of leaving a more lasting mark. 

Tweek squirmed and bent his neck on instinct, clutching his kneecaps with both hands, he tried so hard not to make a noise, any embarrassing noise.

“Should I perhaps…” Craig was warm on his neck, “buy you what you want?” 

Tweek’s blood rushed to his face, colouring him rose red. Why was Craig torturing him like this? Craig knew this was a touchy subject. Memories of that night in Paris, how embarrassing it was for him. So why did the question excite him? Why was it making him…

“N-no..” Tweek breathed out. His neck was not getting free.

Craig ignored him feigning innocence. Craig obviously had eyes, and he could see Tweek. He could see that beneath Tweek’s jeans, there was a different story. 

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Snippet from my latest chapter on aO3 TweekxCraig "Our Youthful Days"

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Tweek emerged from the washroom with morning scents of Irish Spring. He peered at Craig, who was lying peacefully.

“L-let’s have breakfast.” His voice gave away his eagerness, no doubt wanting to impress Craig with his cooking, also eager to know what Craig's kitchen had.

Almost comically, Craig only opened one eye and with a lazy smile he said, “Come here first.” 

Tweek gave his morning hair a little ruffle before walking towards the bed. Craig extended both his arms wide to embrace the boy, this had made Tweek blush a modest red. He accepted Craig’s invitation and straddled his lap. Craig held his waist with both hands and inhaled his minty freshness.

“What do you want to do today?” He asked as he nuzzled his nose against the blond boy’s neck.

Tweek closed his eyes momentarily to endure the sudden sensitive touch.

“Y-you tell me.” He replied meekly. 

“Relax, babe.” Craig eased up on his neck and loosened his grip on his waist, “today is the first of many days I want to spend with you.”

“How many days?” Tweek grinned as he cupped Craig’s face with his hands, before Craig could even answer his playful question, Tweek closed the gap between them, Tweek’s kiss was like warm honey.

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Snippet from my latest chapter on ao3 TweekxCraig ,"Our Youthful Days"

https://archiveofourown.org/works/56600479/chapters/162671695

Craig’s muscles then relexed and he let go of Tweek’s shirt. Tweek slowly sat down on the couch again.

"Tweek.” Craig said sorrowly. 

“N-no.” Tweek put a finger on his lips, “Now I know. And look, I’m not going anywhere. I’m right here, with you.” 

Craig gently held Tweek’s hand and kissed them ever so softly. “You... want to be with me?” 

The hope that was in Craig’s eyes were needy, as if Tweek was the only person that could offer him salvation, the only one that could redeem him from being damned. 

“I want to be with you. I-f you’ll have me.” Tweek said going closer to him. 

Craig pulled him closer, “I’ll have you. And I’ll never let you go, again.”

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Snippet from my latest chapter ao3 Tweek x Craig, "Our Youthful Days"

https://archiveofourown.org/works/56600479/chapters/162247660#workskin

“L-let go!” Tweek said trying to free his arm, Craig wasn’t letting go until he got into another room. Tweek was then finally able to yank his arm away.

They were in the washroom, it was pretty vacant and away from the center of the party so they could actually hear their own voices.

“Go on, wash your face. It’ll help you to sober up.” Craig said crossing his arms. 

“W-why do you care?” Tweek spat, he didn’t move an inch. He was looking straight at him.

“What do you mean? Why did you drink that much? You know it’s not safe when you can’t even hold your liquor.” Craig shot back. 

That response hardly made sense to Tweek. 

“D-don’t lecture me, Mr. Prom King. D-don’t even talk to me. I hate you.” Tweek said quickly, although he wished he didn’t say that last part. 

Craig’s eyebrow twitched and he clenched his jaw. 

“Don’t get ahead of yourself” he warned, his piercing eyes narrowing, “who was that girl you were dancing with?”

Tweek could hardly remember. Oh, right. The girl on the dancefloor.

“O-oh you’re r-right. I l-left her unattended. Not very gentlemanly of me.” Tweek’s sarcasm was oozing out, perhaps it was the alcohol that made him so bold. 

Tweek was about to turn and head for the exit, Craig was not having it. He pushed the smaller boy against the wall with the force of his body, pinning him there. 

“Don’t fucking get cocky.” Craig was tense as he had one arm up against the wall. 

Tweek recognized his scent. Citrus and mint.  It made his mouth water. Almost breaking his resolve, but he wasn’t done yet. 

“O-oh, yeah? O-or what?” the smaller boy hissed against Craig’s pale neck. 

Craig’s eyes involuntarily shut for a bit, as he wasn’t prepared to feel Tweek’s warm breath on his neck. Craig looked down, his rage was now turning into hunger. He looked at Tweek’s plump inviting lips. Tweek caught the taller boy’s stare, in response, Tweek bit his lower lip. Craig couldn’t control himself anymore, he inched forward to eliminate their gap.

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Excerpt from my latest chapter TweekxCraig on ao3 "Our Youthful Days"

https://archiveofourown.org/works/56600479/chapters/161419750

South Park didn’t have much of a night life per se, but there were places, if one looked hard enough. For some dirty fun. Midnight was the time, a time for the so-called dredges of society. For the freaks and geeks, the outcasts, whatever one might call them.

Cutting through this midnight wind a black motorcycle was flying through. The bike stopped in it’s tracks when it reached its destination. The other “outcasts” all knew who it was, in the cracked, graffiti laden parking lot.

He was known to everyone round these parts these days simply as, “Blondie”.  He got out of his bike. His denim jeans emphasizing his long slim legs, his green t-shirt hugged his body, slender and tone. Veins on his pale forearm, his arms were slight but muscular. He walked with authority. He took off his bike helmet, and even the most preoccupied passerby would look even a little, he was too alluring not to. His hair was golden, luscious and long like a woman and more beautiful than Alexander himself. 

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Heyy girlieeeee!!! How are you? Andddd when’s the new chapter coming out I’m dying for it!!!

Hahaha I'm a guy actually XD Im great thanks for asking <3 The new chapter should be out 10 est today. Sorry for the delay kinda been swamped with work recently. Lmk what what you think when the chapter drops

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YASSSSSS

Give me your thoughtss.

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FINALLY I BEEN WAITINGGG

Hahah really? xD I hope you like it. Next chapter pretty soon as well

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Excerpt from my latest chapter a Tweek x Craig fanfic

“Anything to drink, sir?” the flight attendant asked in a hushed voice.

“No, thank you I’m fine.” Craig whispered back. 

Craig looked to his right to see if that, maybe awoke Tweek from his sleep. Didn’t seem to. They were on the plane back to South Park, their Paris trip reaching its conclusion. Craig focused back to his laptop, he was editing the short movie he was making on their trip. He couldn’t help but smile as he replayed that part. 

“Heyy! W-why do I have to put a flower on my ear?” Tweek complained in the video, standing near a picturesque fountain. 

Craig’s laughter could be heard. Pouting Tweek was beyond adorable to him.

“It’s so cute! C’mon pose a little, Tweek!” Craig said, still laughing. 

“You wear one too then!” Tweek said, crossing his arms. 

“Oh hell nah! Hahaha!” Craigh laughed in the video as Tweek began chasing him. 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/56600479/chapters/143861572

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