#danish tweek

[cool-island-songs]

gifs courtesy of @phantomchill!

[chikn-n-haaaam]

Time to research Denmark for my Swap Creek AU

[shhh-secret-time]

rahhhh i’m such a fan of your writing omg and I never request stuff so i’m very nervous to send this but can I Pretty Please ask for something w kyle who’s usually more of a sub being asked to like Go Crazy Dom and at first he’s nervous but then like completely gets into it and wrecks reader’s shit please…. thank u for yr service🙏🏼

Oh lovelies you never need to be nervous when sending requests, I know it can be intimidating but believe me I say this truly makes my day!

That being said, I hope you don't mind that I've combo the request with someone else's! I'm getting a lot of Kyle and I wanna make sure everyone gets a little of what they want! And there is filth ahead so get your bibles ready. Sinners the lot of you.

Me too

Warning: NSFW, Slight choking, Dom!Kyle, Sub!Reader, Breeding Kink, Oral, Strong Language

Pairing: Kyle x Fem!Reader

Notes: Shout out to the roommate who talked me through making a Danish so I didn't have to google it lmao.

The smell of brown sugar and cinnamon filled the air swirling around in your small kitchen. The morning light peeks through the curtains of the circular window in front of the sink, you smile at the view of lilac and orange seemed to blend. You've read things online where people compared the morning sky to painting where the paint seemed to just melt together, and it seemed like one of those days. If you were better with a camera, you'd take a picture just to share it. That and the fact that you had a pair of arms wrapped around your waist and a very sleepy curly red-haired man nuzzling into your shoulder.

Your husband Kyle was never a morning person, for all his perfections and his strict schedule keeping, when the morning sun would greet him, he'd return the greeting with a groan and a feeble attempt to hide. You were trying to revive the poor man by making a pot of coffee, the warm brown liquid was the only thing that brought him back to the land of the living. The man ran off of coffee, you were sure the Tweeks owed half their business to him. With the coffee pot humming its little tune and the smell of ingredients laid out across the counter this morning just seemed perfect. Now if only your husband didn't have to leave and go to work if he could just stay with you and keep you warm.

The crisp morning air seeped into the house and sure you could change out of the basketball shorts you stole from him, and the large T-shirt you stole from him, oh the fluffy socks you stole from him but then you wouldn't smell like him. Because he would be leaving after he got through with his morning routine, and you'd be alone in this cold little house.

"What's with the face baby?" His voice broke you out of your little pout, the sleepy gravel laced in each word sent a shiver down your spine.

"What face? I'm making apple and brown sugar Danishes..." You say with a little smile on your face knowing full well he was going to keep bugging you about this.

"Hm... that’s why you had your lip poked out. And your brows were doing that thing." How did he know? He still had his face buried in you, now pushed into the crook of your neck.

You only hum in response as you focus on the apple in your hands, the knife gliding across the skin of the ruby red fruit. He knew better than to mess with you while you were handling dangerous kitchen tools, so he waited until you finished. Once you finished slicing the apples you gently placed them into the lemon water mixture, it would keep the apples fresh while you worked on the rest of the pastry. Next your hands find the mixing tool and begin to pull together nutmeg, brown sugar, butter, salt, and finally the cinnamon. Because you didn't have a lot of time in the mornings, knowing your husband had little time, you prepared the flour before he even stirred.

"You can't ignore me forever; I'm just going to keep bugging you until you tell me why you made such an adorable face." Kyle reminds you that he's still latched onto you by placing a lazy kiss on your neck, his lips trailing down towards your shoulder touching any skin that's exposed by the baggy shirt.

Every little kiss pulled you further and further away from your mixing, you couldn't help but melt under his affection. That didn't stop you from trying. You try squirming away from his lips, pushing your cheek against his face to nudge it out of the way.

"Baby, I'm trying to make you breakfast. Do you want to go to work hungry?"

"Hmm no, but if it means getting you to talk then I can suffer a little." He responds by tugging you back against him pulling you away from the bowl, the only shield against his wondering lips.

Kyle turns you around and lifts you up so you're facing him, using the counter so that you can look him in the eye. He's lucky you already put the ingredients you needed in the bowl, it didn't matter how pretty he looked with his messy bedhead and his soft green eyes, if he ruined your work, he'd get more than a pout. You expect him to move his hands from under your thighs, but he doesn't, instead he slots himself in between your legs and keeps the warmth of his palm on your exposed skin.

"No where to run now, come on love talk to me."

You look away for a moment, the heat from his hands was almost as warm as the blush on your face. "I- was just thinking about how lonely it is sometimes when you leave for work. I miss you..." You finally cave, how can you not under his gaze especially when it softens as you speak.

Kyle lets out a soft 'oh' that seems to drag out along with a sigh. He places a soft kiss on your cheek, one of his hands leaves your thigh and cups the side of your face his lips aren't on. "I'm sorry, you know getting out of bed is one of the hardest things I do every morning. I want nothing more than to stay wrapped up in the blankets with you."

This is why you didn't want to say anything, it was a selfish feeling. He was the one going out to provide for you both, he was the one who had to leave the house while he insisted that you stayed home to relax. When you first married Kyle, it was one of the first things he expressed he wanted, the need to take care of you and pamper you. It was a dream at first, having all that time to yourself and your hobbies and the only thing you needed to focus on was keeping the house clean.

Kyle pulls your face towards him, his index finger hooking under your chin to guide you back to him. His face drops to a frown when he sees the look on your face, his eyes studying you carefully.

"Hey, why don't we go out tonight? We can get some dinner and maybe catch a movie?" He's trying and it's so sweet, the way he doesn't seem to even mind your selfishness.

"That sounds nice. I'm sorry Kyle." You smile at him giving him a little kiss on the nose.

"Why are you sorry? You didn't do anything wrong."

"It's just-...you're the one that has to work and I'm being, I dunno clingy?"

"Baby you're not clingy. Honestly, I love that you want me here. I want to be here." If he wasn't already smiling at the way you kissed his nose, he definitely has a love filled grin now.

"I know and it makes me feel bad for telling you. Like, it's probably already hard enough for you to go to work."

Kyle goes quiet for a only a moment before shaking his head, the red curls bouncing from side to side as he does. He sighs softly and looks at you with heavy lidded eyes. The love in his smile matches the soft greens of his eyes.

"You're so sweet. Such a wonderful wife, you know that? I can't believe I'm this lucky to have married someone so considerate." Between his barrage of compliments and the way he peppers your face with so many soft kisses you can't argue back. "You're not making my life harder by wanting me to stay, I'm not burdened by you, I promise. Have I ever been the kind of guy to keep that kind of thing quiet?"

No. If Kyle Broflovski felt strongly about something you would hear it. It was honestly one of your favorite things about him, you never had to guess how he felt or if he wasn't upset and was too afraid to tell you. There were moments where he needed time to sort out his feelings or he'd explode, and he swore he'd never do that to you. Not you, not the person he bound his life to.

"There's more to this isn't there? Come on love, what is it?" Kyle Broflovski was also very good at reading you, turns out.

You pressed your lips together as your hands worked up towards his hair, carding your fingers through his fiery red curls. He hummed in delight at the way your fingers felt against his scalp, if you didn't want to risk ruining the moment, you'd compare him to a cat.

One should feel honored that Kyle would even allow them to see his hair when he was a kid, now here you were touching it and even massaging his scalp. You swore if you had enough time, you'd have him purring in your hands.

"I was just thinking about a way to not make the house so lonely."

"You want me to see if I can't start working from home? It'll be a little difficult, but I can-"

"No, no. I mean that would be awesome but no. I mean like...what if we had a little us running around? You know?" You whisper letting your voice drop as if someone could be listening in on your conversation.

Kyle's eyes widen and you watch his face turn a bright red, the freckles on his face pop against his skin. You've never seen him react like that, even before you were married in those early dating stages. Sure, there were times where he got nervous, times where he felt his heart speed up when he looked at you, times where he was puddy in your hands and you could pull a side of him that he'd never show anyone else.

In the bedroom it was you who took the lead. Maybe it was because Kyle was so busy being "dominate" in other parts of your relationship that when it was time for love making, he just wanted to let someone else have control. Being able to shut his mind off and just focus on the wonderful feeling you gave him was what heaven felt like, he was sure. And he was just lucky you liked the role, that you took to it so easily. There was no shame in his eyes, he just wanted to keep what you both did between you two. The world didn't need to know what went on behind closed doors. But the way he looked at you told a different story.

"You...want a baby? My baby?" His voice matches your level, but his voice seems to dip lower than his usual sleepy voice.

"Who else? I know we haven't really talked about it, but I think we're in a good spot and we'd make really good parents."

When Kyle doesn't respond you squirm a little on the counter, shifting in his hold that seemed to tighten around your thigh. You watched as he took a deep breath, and his eyes fluttered shut. Then he grabbed his phone and began tapping away against the screen. You went to move so you could give him the privacy he needed as your eyes caught the little text bubbles being sent. You tried your hardest not to read what he was texting but his hand on your thigh squeezed around the soft flesh, a silent warning to keep still. The way his jaw shifts and the veins in his arms poke out makes you tilt your head in confusion.

"I called off." His voice breaking the silence makes you jolt, that and the way he tosses his phone to the side.

"What?! Why!? I don't want to be the reason you're staying home." You try to protest further but you're cut off by the way his lips slam into yours.

"I've got plenty of sick days I never use. You're sitting here in my clothes talking about wanting my baby. And god damn it I didn't even want to go in today anyway." He growls in between the kisses, emphasizing each word.

"I always wear your clothes though! I don't see-... Kyle did asking for a baby get you worked up?" You ask pulling him back from your lips by his hair, he usually likes when you tug on the roots.

He lets out a small moan, but it's cut off by another growl, he grabs your hands holding your smaller wrists in his one hand. Pinning them above your head against the cabinets behind you makes you gasp, and your eyes widen. This was a new side to him that had your core pulsing with desire.

He didn't need to answer, you got it from that alone, but he did. "You have no idea how long I've been thinking about wanting to fill you up. How bad I wanna cum in you until there's no question that you're pregnant."

You shutter and whimper at the way he speaks to you, his dirty talk working its magic. As the years went on, he worked on trying to keep it out of his vocabulary, but in moments like this where he gets worked up it would slip out.

But it never came out like this, you never realized how much you liked Kyle like this. You never saw the looks he would give you when you were so busy taking care of Ike. The way his eyes would linger with a dark hunger behind them as you took care of his baby brother like it was second nature. Thoughts of your own kids grabbing at your hip and hugging your leg, a baby in your arms and another one in his. How jealous he was that Stan told him one night that he was trying with his partner for kids. How Kenny already had one with another one the way. Kyle wanted his kids to grow up with theirs, maybe they'd be best friends like they were.

More importantly he wanted to see you pregnant, the need to take care of you was ingrained so deeply that he wanted this. Needed this. His cock was aching already over the fact that you brought it up and he didn't have to. You came to him wanting a baby and fuck he was going to give you one. Especially if you kept whimpering and pressing your body against his like that.

"Who's getting worked up now? Do you like that idea? C'mon talk to me Mama." Oh, the way he called you that was dangerous, his hot breath ghosting over your exposed collarbone.

"I-I-" You can't get it out, the way your head is spinning and the way his lips are working, making his mark on your skin. You yelp when his teeth sink in and his grip on your wrists tightens. "I do! I-I want you!"

He seemed to like that, liked the way you beg for him so easily. You feel him smirk into your skin and his free hand push up your shirt. His fingertips glide across your skin finding your breasts, there he gives your nipple a sharp pinch, rolling the nub between his index finger and this thumb. "You sound so pretty like this; I should have done this forever ago.... I'm gonna let your hands go so I can get this shirt off you. You keep them there." Kyle wasn't asking, not the way he clicked his tongue and rolled your nipple.

You cry out and nod, barely able to verbally respond, the pain was intoxicated something you didn't even know you liked. If this was how he was acting from just talking about putting a baby in you, you couldn't wait until he was actually fucking you. For now, you'd play his game, keep your hands above your head so he can slip the faded T-shirt off you.

"I never get tired of this." Next comes your shorts, he unties the strings keeping the baggy basketball shorts up and around your waist. His hands working on pulling them down until they pool beneath his feet, kicking them to the side. "I can't believe you thought for a second I would be upset with you for wanting me to stay home. Fuck, I'm glad you said something. Guess I don't have to worry about going to work hungry hm?" He returns to your neck, but he doesn't stay for long, he kisses a heated trail down to your breasts.

There his lips latch onto your hardening buds. His tongue swirls around the pink flesh hungrily sucking until they're red and sore. Each little cry and moan you let out only encourages him to give the other side the same attention. All the while his hands work on opening your legs to him.

His attention is pulled away when he feels your soaked cunt. Expecting to find your panties, he growls and looks down at you. You don't know how he went from looking you in the eye, to almost hovering over you with such a dangerous look. How he made you feel so small like you were prey.

"Was this a part of your plan? Make those adorable pouting faces and get me to fuck you on the kitchen counter? Wear nothing under my clothes so I can dive right into that delicious looking pussy?" You moan and throw your head back, not just from how filthy he spoke but from how he bit the inside of your thigh.

Teeth marks marking up and down your plump perfect thighs, they were perfect to him. Perfect in the way they felt under his teeth, perfect in the way they filled his hand, perfect in the way you tasted. All of you was perfect.

"Oh fuck~" You're nearly cut off by another gasp as his nips turn to kisses against your slit.

"Keep moaning like that, it goes so well with my breakfast." The way his tongue slipped through the lips of your cunt against your bud made your gasp turn to moans.

Kyle devoured you like you were his last meal, his tongue swirls around your nub like he had your breasts. You couldn't help as your hips rolled against his tongue chasing pleasure with greed, but he stops you with a firm hold on your thighs. His teeth graze your bud as a warning, a silent demand for you to sit still, but if the way he spoke and pinned you down was anything to go off of; you needed to keep pushing. So, you pushed against his hold again, squirming against his mouth.

When Kyle pulls back and clicks his tongue, it isn't until you see the look in his eyes that you know you're in trouble. "I kept my hands up like you told me to...w-what is it?"

"You know what. I'm trying to eat my meal in peace and you're making it very hard. Quit being a brat."

"But I was just-"

Kyle cuts you off again, but not with his lips or his own words, but from his hands wrapped around your throat. The tips of his fingers applied a healthy amount of pressure to cut off just enough air to make your head spin. His eyes narrow down at you as he forces your head up.

"You were just...what? Arguing with me? No, I think you were going to say, I'm sorry I won't move my hips again. I'll keep still so you can eat."

He waits. Waits for you to nod before letting your throat go, then he waits another second looking at you expectedly. As you gasp for air your tongue traces your bottom lip. "I... I’m sorry and I'll keep still so you can eat."

"Good girl."

Oh. Oh. Maybe you were more of a switch than you thought. Maybe it was just the way he said that with that delicious purr. At this moment you didn't really care to put a label on it, you were just burning from the praise. Not like you had a lot of time to think about it anyway, not when he knelt back down and started eating you out. His lips latched onto the sensitive nub pulling a moan from you as he sucked, his tongue flicks over it again and again. He's attentive to every sound you make from the way your muscles flex and bounce under his touch. All but humming when your yell for God or his name.

Throwing your head back, you swore you were seeing stars when he shook his head back and forth. The friction had you clenching around nothing and your nails digging into the wooden cabinets behind you.

"Kyle baby, I'm gonna cum. Please let me cum. I-I've been good I did what you told me!"

When he doesn't say anything, you have to fight the urge to grab him by the head and force him to look up at you. Slowly he looks up at you and the little flicker of fire behind them tells you all you need. It takes everything in your power not to close your eyes as you cum around his tongue, even more so when his tongue begins to greedily lap it up. You mewl and squirm trying to pull away from him, but he won't let you, won't let you move from his hold. Nothing you could have baked for him would taste as perfect as you do.

"So sweet~. Hmm always taking care of me." Kyle rubs his lips against your thighs again, wiping the slick off his jaw.

As he stands back up, he can't help but admire his work. The way your skin is marked with his teeth marks, the purple bruises on your thighs shaped like his hand, and now the way your face is flushed a dark red as you try to catch your breath. You can't quite read what's going on in his head, but he's got that look like he's thinking about something. The way his brows knit together and his eyes flicker from you to around the room.

Then he hums, picks you up and carries you over to the kitchen table. You shiver when the cool wood hits your back but it's a distant complaint as he hovers over you. Somewhere between the counter and the table he's slipped off his plaid bottoms and his boxers. Discarded somewhere with your clothes, you click back into reality as he pulls his shirt over his head. Most of his freckles are covering his shoulders, dusting across the pale skin and down his back. He raises a brow at you when he catches you admiring just how handsome he really is. It's only morning and he's already got you so dazed and worked up.

"Got something to say Mama?"

Fuck you were really beginning to like that, "just thinking about how incredibly lucky I am. We're gonna make some really pretty babies."

He smirks at you, the kind that would have made you fall to your knees if you weren't laying on the table. "Yeah? I was just thinking the same thing. How fucking beautiful you are. How pretty you're gonna look when I finally paint your insides."

You cover your mouth to stop the moan from slipping out of your mouth, but once again he stops you and pins your hands by your side. "No. Let me hear you. I need to hear you begging for my cock. Beg me to fill you up."

It takes a few teasing glides of his cock over you folds and a few more growls before you finally cave. The way the words roll of your tongue is like sin. "Please Kyle, I want you to fuck a baby into me. I want it so bad; it has to be you. Only you!"

"Fuck!" His own resolve crumbles just as the tip of his cock slips back down to your begging hole.

This isn't the first time you've felt him without a condom but this time it felt so different. Knowing he wasn't going to pull out this time was exciting, the fact that he could just let go and take you however he wanted. To claim you with his cum. You're so caught up in your own thoughts you don't even feel the way he puts your legs up on his shoulders, or his curls brushing against your face. It isn't until he finally sheathes himself into you that you snap out of it. You moan next to his ear when he bottoms out in you, the way your thighs burn feels so good.

"Your cunt's choking me, trying to milk me already baby? Don't worry I'll give you every last drop." Kyle lulls his head to the side as he begins lazily rocking into you.

You're almost folded in half from the way he has you under him, knees pushed back towards your shoulders. Kyle's got your hands still pinned by the side of your head; fingers intertwined with yours. Normally his eyes would flutter shut, he'd give into the sensation of his cock nudging into your walls, but this time he keeps them open. Like he is trying to memorize every time your lips form that cute little 'o' and a moan comes spilling out. The way your moans pitch up when he hits that delicious spot. The way you pant and beg for him to go faster.

That's when he shifts, the loving hold and lazy thrusts turn to fast paced fucking. Love making is always there, you never doubt that, but the way he's got his hands around your waist pulling you back onto his cock feels so raw. He slams into you with a newfound force neither of you knew he could muster. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, stars dancing across your vision. He rewards you with his own moans and grunts, the further his cock head pushes past your walls the faster he brings you to climax. Now that your hands are free from his strong grip, you place them on his forearm’s nails digging into his flesh. He hisses but it only seems to push him further.

"Come on baby. Cum around my cock. Yeah, just like that. Just like that!"

You arch your back and give him all you have. Your walls finally grip his cock as you reach your peak. Between your heart beating in your ears and the way he slams back into you, it's almost too much. Kyle finds a way to keep you on the line without pushing you too far. You feel the way his hips begin to stutter, and his moans become ragged. You know he's close.

"Yeah. Fuck you feel so good, I'm gonna- gotta fill you up. Take it!" He groans and then you feel his hot seed against your walls. Pushing up into your cunt, he plugs your hole with a final slam of his hips.

You and your husband lay there against one another, panting heavily until your breathing slows down to match one another. You can feel his lips pressed against your neck and his eyelashes tickle your skin. When you move your hands to his hair again, he knows you're okay, he presses a few short kisses onto your soft lips. Kyle feels you smile against his lips, and he doesn't even bother stopping the lazy one that comes across his.

"Never seen that side of you. I like it." You purr finally able to talk now that you've slowed down.

"Hm, keep that in mind when we do this again."

"Again?"

"Oh baby, we've got all day. It's Friday. I'm going to treat you to dinner like I promised. After that I'll take you upstairs and we're going to do this again. And again. Aaaaaand again. I'll keep my cock plugged in you like this and we'll go to sleep." His fingers push back into your hair, pushing it out of your sweaty face.

"J-Jesus Kyle." You shutter under his touch, unable to stop the way your walls flutter around him again. You can feel his cock bob in response, and when he slides his hardened member out slowly; you feel every little vein like he wants you to memorize it.

"Gotta make sure you're pregnant. My perfect, beautiful, wonderful wife deserves to be a mama. And what kind of husband would I be if I didn't give her exactly what she wants?" Kyle smirks down at you with newfound energy.

It was going to be a long morning, maybe you could convince him to let you finish making those pastries but you had a feeling that would be a battle. Especially since he's already started thrusting back into you. Maybe a few more rounds wouldn't hurt, you could always have him put the baked goods in the oven. After all he was doing so well already.

[dawnthefox24]

South park headcannons

Okay theses are my small headcannons for each south park kids.

Starting off with Craigs gang

Tweek

Whenever Tweek gets anxious he listens to music but heavy metal or AC/DC whatever is loud.

He has narcolepsy.

He'll fall asleep at randomly (he fell asleep during gym class causing everyone to panic thinking he fainted )

He's slowly detoxing from his parents coffee (meth)

Stripe#4 is his therapy animal

He's a bit accident prone mostly holding sharp kitchen utensils (ex. Knives)

He loves baking muffins and cupcakes. He friends love his baking.

He's secretly a Book worm

Has a sweet tooth for muffins mainly blueberry or lemon poppy seed.

He fell in love with boxing so he upgraded to Kick boxing 

Whenever there's a test Tweek would accidently (purposely) write his name down as Tweek Tucker not Tweek Tweak

Has a rock collection (Only Craig knows about it)

Tweek has freckles and is self-concious about it.(Craig kisses them saying their beautiful)

He's learning spanish to surprise Craig.

Has a few pride pins on his backpack.

Used to have a pet cockatoo named Vinyl.

Might get another cockatoo in the future.(might try to convert craig to become a bird person)

Craig

Craig is mix purvian. His mother is purvian and imagrearted to south park to start a new life.

He speaks spanish when frustrated or when the slightest inconvence happens.

Whenever he isn't frustrated he'll flirt with Tweek calling him sweet names in Spanish.

He's hates his braces but Tweek loves it when he smiles (he only smiles around Tweek)

His braces color are red.

He's allergic to dogs but only gets rashes it doesn't stop him from petting them

He loves to talk about space 24/7 (mostly to tweek since he listens )

From tweak bros he orders hot chocolate that Tweek makes,whatever his boyfriend makes it delicious.

He loves listening too Tweek talk

He has OCD

He plays the viola/violin in his spare time and will do a duet with Tweek

He is nearsighted and refuses to wears glasses so he wears contacts

He has dyslexia and doesn't want anyone to find out since its very embrassing.

Whenever hes bored he'll sneak over to Tweek house just to hang out.

He cares deeply for Clyde even though he may not show it (Clyde is like a brother too him)

He enjoys doing laundry and cleaning since its fun to him.

He lets his younger sister Tricia paint his nails for fun.(mostly Turquoise )

He has a pride flag in his room.

Hes loves that his boyfriend can make aldajores which is quiet better than how his mom makes it(which are his favorite pastry )

Clyde

Whenever Clyde cries he gets dehydrated and it sucks because he hates asking for water after a crying.

He's a bit self-concious about himself even though Token or Tweek cheer him up.

He loves to eat Tweek's pastries since it reminds him of his mom cooking.

He thinks that Craig is the coolest person ever.

His favorite pastries are danish pastry,Blueberry muffins, and Lemon curd (he gave Tweek his mothers pastry cook book so he can bake them since his dad sucks at baking)

He also has dyslexia but isnt afraid to show it.

He had adhd since he zones out from time to time.

He hates math.

He has pollen allergies which causes him to sneeze uncontrollably.

He called Tweek mom once and got embrassed. (Tweek didn't mind but he comforts Clyde)

He's Stripe baby sitter, and hes a damn well good baby sitter (much to craig dismay )

He's a bit chubby due to the pastries but is still in good health.

He's a bit sleep deprived but will take a few quick naps during lunch.

He speaks Dutch when under stressful situations.

He despise mothers day and just mops in his room.

He's left handed

He dislikes being babied even though its for his own good.

He studies at tweak bros along with Token due to how quiet it is.

Is pansexual and is a demi boy

Has a crush on a kid named Thomas (fLe Petit Tourette)

Token

Is the mom friend of the group along side Tweek

He's ambidextrous and loves to fuck around with Clyde messing with him as he switches his hands when writing

He's a guilty plessure of eatting Tweeks baking mostly carrot oat muffins.

He know Tweek accident prone in the kitchen so he made him gloves so he won't cut him/slip when he cutting food.

He loves to study ay Tweak Bros with Clyde but he mostly tutors Clyde there.

He remembers everyone birthdays

He's allergic to guinea pigs it doesn't matter that he wants to play with stripe (he gets hives )

He gets headaches easily when people yell

He hates the fact he can play bass which pisses him off

He's has Arcophobia.

He takes martial arts and self defense classes in his spare time.

He's the voice of reason even though no body listens to him.

He likes to spend time with Kyle whenever Clyde isn't available for turoring/study sessions.

Hes 100% jealous of Tweeks baking skills but is to embrassed to ask him how to bake.

He loves listening to the 80s and 90s music.

He cares alot for Clyde and it shows.

He usually gets caught in Clyde's shenanigans due to his friends puppy eyes(Clyde's puppy eyes are his weakness)

Jimmy

Loves comedy like he really loves comedy and he knows his jokes are terrible

He knows Nathan hates him but doesn't understand why

He actually plays the flute and lute in his spare time(he grown to love it after the whole SOT)

Has a pet Rat named whiskers

Loves listening to bo burnham

He still spends time with Timmy and tends to be his translator. He doesn't mind one bit.

Out of all tweek pastries dish,his favorite is the chocolate cake and regular old fashion cheesecake.

He's an amazing writer but is to embrassed show his stories (but mostly he knows Cartman would plagiarize his work)

Is ambidextrous like Token but prefers to use his left hand

He hates how some adults treat him like fragile glass and that he could break at any point.

He has braces where are silver.

He hates his stutter once in awhile bevause of words he can't pronounce or the fact there too long for him to say.

He loves listening to music mostly fan-game music or sometimes just 70s 90s music when he's feeling the mood.

He gives dating advice to Craig,on where to take Tweek which causes the less stress.

He also has a Shellfish allergy (he mostly hives )

He finds that Clyde is the baby of the group and needs to be protected (not saying that he cries alot )

He plays horror games in his spare and will invite his friends over to watch him play much to their dismay.

He watches TikTok

[glubbity]

remember when tweek was dressed up as a gnome front and center to sell danishes. sp studios didn't NEED to do that, but they did that FOR US

[uas-fics]

Title: Search History

Summary: Craig wants to look at Tweek’s search history, just for a little bit.

Rating: T

Ships: Creek

Other: I found this in my files and did one last edit .

~~~~~ "Hey, Tweek," Craig tapped his fingers against the arms of the couch. He crossed and uncrossed his legs as he waited for a reply. Tweek didn't look away from the TV. "Yeah?" He leaned to the side as if the action would help his character dodge in the game. "You know how we're dating?" Craig pulled one leg up onto the couch but left the other dangling. "Craig, you're going to try and say something shocking to make me lose so you can have a turn, I will break up with you here and now," Tweek growled. It wouldn't have been the first time Craig had done that. Once when they were in the middle of a shooter game on opposing teams, Craig blurted out 'I love you!' and made Tweek shoot his own teammate. During a round of Mario Kart, Craig pressed a kiss to his cheek, resulting in Donkey Kong driving right off the edge into the lava and falling into fourth place. It was a pretty good tactic, if underhanded. Craig shook his head. "Nah, it's something else." "What?" Tweek jumped to his feet as a scripted chase scene began. "It's just..." Craig pointed to the side table near Tweek. "Can I see your search history?" Tweek's body stiffened at the request. All his fingers pressed different buttons. His character jumped then fell into a crawl before the big bad's robot was upon him. The words 'Game Over' appeared on the screen.

Tweek turned to him, eyes wide. "W-why?" Craig shrugged. "I'll tell you after you let me see it." He set the controller down, taking his seat back. Plucking his phone from the table, he held it to his chest as if it were a precious treasure. "Tell me first." Tweek pulled his knees to his chest like a shield in case Craig tried to grab his phone. "It's not important." Craig narrowed his eyes. "Why are you being so secretive about this? Let me see it." "I'm not being secretive! You're the one who asked to see my search history out of the blue!" Tweek accused. Craig flinched back before his expression melted into one of frustration. He gritted his teeth. "If you trust me, then let me check it." He hissed. Tweek winced. He did trust Craig, that was true, but what if Craig saw what he searched and got mad? What if he saw the URL of some of the pages Tweek had visited and mocked him for it? The last thing he needed was Craig knowing he had tried to recreate them together in a dress-up game. Tweek couldn't risk that, so instead, he pulled his knees closer. "That's manipulative, Craig. You can't say things like that to me," He muttered. "I do trust you, but I'm not letting you look at my phone without telling me why. That's like, I dunno man, letting you search my closet without a reason!" "I have a reason, Tweek!" Craig snapped, harsher than he meant to. They both flinched back this time. Craig groaned. He pulled his hat from his head to run a hand through his hair. "Dammit...I sound like Mom," He grumbled. Tweek slowly uncurled himself from the ball he had become. Swallowing the nerves that built up in his throat, he reached out and brushed his shaking fingers on Craig's sleeve. "Are you ok, man?" Tweek asked. Craig opened his mouth, shut it, opened it again, but finally just shutting it and shaking his head. He shoulders started to shake and for the first time Tweek could remember, he saw tears prick at Craig's eyes. Tweek pulled at his shirt buttons before scooting towards his backpack, discarded on the floor near the couch. He unzipped the front pocket then pulled out at a small ziplock bag. He pried it open to retrieve the pack of tissues inside. "Here." Shoving his phone into his pocket, Tweek held them out with a shaking smile. "There's a little bit a hand sanitizer on them, though." Craig nodded, unable to trust his voice, and took the tissues. He pulled one out and wiped his eyes. Luckily he didn’t get any of the hand sanitizer in his eyes. Tweek gingerly moved closer. He raised an arm and dropped it around his back in a half hug. Craig leaned into the embrace, though instead of making his tears go away, they just increased. All the emotions he’d been pushing down these last few weeks began to bubble back to the surface. He turned and wrapped both his arms around Tweek. He sobbed into his shoulder. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I wasn't trying to be an ass to you. I'm sorry." He whimpered. Tweek reached up and patted his back. "I-It's ok, Craig. I'm not mad. I forgive you. Tell me what's wrong." Craig sniffled. "My parents are fighting." He pushed back then slumped down into the corner of the couch. "Remember that Troll Trace thing from a few months ago?" Tweek shuddered but nodded. How could he forget Troll Trace and the chaos it brought? People ran wild in the streets, screaming bloody murder as all their personal online information was left for all to find. His parents had kept him inside the house. Though he heard both his mom and dad swear not to use the website, Tweek still saw them both sneak off with their phone in hand and come back a little bit more irritated than before. Tweek never used it, of course. He was too scared Troll Trace was actually some Danish conspiracy to steal his identity or control his mind. If it could find everything he did online by just typing in his name, who knows what else it could do! "Yeah, what of it?" Tweek asked. "My mom used it to look up my dad, and Dad used it on Mom. They didn't like what they found and have been fighting about it all the time." Craig rubbed his thumbs over the sides of his hat, not looking up at Tweek. "Or if they don't fight, they're passive aggressive to each other. Trica's been worried they'll get a divorce." His voice fell to a whisper. "I am, too." Tweek chewed his lip then took a breath. "I think when people grow up, they just get stupid." Craig swung his head up. "What?" "Grown-ups make really big mistakes, all the time. They're supposed to know better! If we as kids have to be held accountable, then they should too." "So you think my parents should split up? What the fuck, Tweek!?" Craig snapped, balling his hands into fists and sitting up. "What! No! No!" Tweek scrambled forward, putting his hands on Craig's. "I mean they should just work it out! Talk and listen without yelling! Like we had to do with the New Kid and Mr. Mackey." Craig stared down at their hands. He sighed, unclenching his fists, before turning his hands over to wrap his fingers around Tweek's wrists. "They won't. I don't think they can anymore. I just want them to stop, and I don't know how to make that happen." He squeezed. "It's pissing me off." Tweek leaned forward, resting his forehead on Craig's. He understood that feeling too well. The lack of control and that nothing was going right no matter how much he tried to correct it. That's how he felt most of the time. "Hey, do you want to do something fun? It won't stop your parents from fighting, but it'll get your mind off it." Tweek offered. "I'm here playing video games to my mind off it, and it's not working out that way," Craig grumbled, then conceded, "but alright. What do you suggest?" Tweek beamed, grabbing hold of Craig's wrists before lifting them up. "Cupcakes." Craig raised an eyebrow before Tweek's idea clicked. This was the same idea that Craig used on Tweek not too long ago to help him through his troubles. Tweek grinned and Craig grinned back.

Cupcakes wouldn't fix his parents, they both knew that, but no matter what happened with his parents, at least he knew he could count on Tweek. "Ah, fuck it, sure. Let's make cupcakes, honey." He chuckled, already feeling a little lighter than he had in a weeks. ~~~~~~

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