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One thing someone with any sense of self would call Craig Tucker 'blunt', or 'an asshole'. One thing you wouldn't expect to hear is 'He's so romantic! A lover-boy!". Behind the bravado and stoic demeanour he puts on, he is just a simple man, he's attentive and sweet and caring- Atleast, he is to Tweek. Oh, and Stripe. And his mother. Sometimes his sister.
It was late at night, around 11pm or so. It was snowing outside, so it was below freezing- And whilst the apartment they lived in had heating, there was still a chill lingering in the air. Tweek sat in the living room where books were strewn across the coffee table, papers and a pair of pens laying in random spots. His eyes drooped as he struggled to stay awake, to focus on his studies once more. Every few seconds he'd drop like a fly and then instantly perk up like he had just been spooked out of his rest. He grunted out of frustration, grasping the still warm cup on the coffee table and bringing it to his lips. The tea that Craig had so thoughtfully prepared for him was sweet on his tongue, a mix of honey and maybe... Lemon? He didn't know. It was good, though, and that's all that matters.
Craig came out from the bathroom not long after, his hair ruffled and damp from the quick dry he'd given it. He was wearing nothing but long strung sweatpant's, a towel thrown over his shoulder haphazardly. His eyes scanned the room, before landing on Tweek, who was half asleep, yawning. Craig smiled softly, shaking his head in amusement and tredding softly over- Of course, not before throwing the towel in the dirty washing basket.
"Hey, honey." Craig murmured, leaning down to press a kiss on Tweek's head, taking in the familiar smell of cinnamon, baked goods and.. Something uniquely Tweek. It was indescribable in the best way.
Tweek let out a soft noise from the back of his throat, sounding like a grunt or a gasp. Craig couldn't pinpoint which, but based on Tweek's body language, he didn't have to. Tweek was just startled, thats all.
"It's okay, look-" He took the cup from Tweek's hands, pointedly ignoring the huff aimed at him, before placing the cup on the coffee table again. "You're almost asleep just sitting here. You look like a dead man walking." Craig chuckled, amused.
"I'm sitting." Tweek said back, with a hint of sarcasm. Then, after a pause, he giggled. That melodic and sweet noise that made Craig feel light, alive.
"Point is, you're tired. Come on." Craig gently placed his hand on Tweek's shoulder, rubbing his thumb over it, before moving his hand down to Tweeks forearm.
"Don't want to. I need..." He trailed off in return, frowning.
Craig didn't say anything, allowing Tweek to voice his own feelings. He knew Tweek hated being cut off randomly, or spoken for- Craig had learnt it early on in their relationship. So, he let Tweek simply process and navigate.
A pause, so silent, that a pin would sound like a gunshot.
Then; "I need to keep studying." Tweek exclaimed, perking up slightly.
Craig hummed and circled around the couch, taking a seat next to Tweek and turning to to him. "When does this need to be finished by, Tweek?"
Tweek was either the worst procrastinator, or someone who rushed essays 2 days after getting them in fear it'd be too late. Craig didn't want to assume.
" ... Next-" Tweek paused again, his jaw cracking as a yawn overtook him. "Next week."
"Is it important?"
"Uhm. Not too important. I still need to turn it in! But it's.. Sorta... Unimportant. Like. Not too bad if we lose marks, but I-"
Craig fully faced Tweek, gently reaching up to cup his cheek, running a thumb over his soft cheeks. "Tweek, you have all week. You need to come rest, okay? You're almost asleep again."
Tweek yawned once more, before meeting Craig's gaze. "But-"
Craig shushed Tweek and stared directly into his eyes. "No but's, Tweek. Come on, you're running yourself dry." He said simply, moving his hand down once more to grasp Tweek's own. He stood up, stretching slightly and pulling Tweek up with him, gently and slowly.
They entered the bedroom in silence- Not the tense silence, but comfortable silence, the only sound was their feet padding against the carpet. Craig paused, flicking the light switch on and stepping further in. Tweek followed before flopping on the bed, starfished on the sheets and sighing in relief. Craig let out an amused chuckle and reached into their closet, grabbing out some more casual t-shirt for Tweek. "Baby, here." He said simply, prodding Tweek on the shoulder before setting the shirt down next to him.
Tweek groaned, but reluctantly sat up. He took off his shirt, pausing to rub his eyes.
Craig stared at Tweek's torso, eyes glimmering in awe. Tweek was so well-built, not in a jacked way, but he was perfect. Lean, yet obviously athletic. He was skinny, but still glowing with that familiar well taken care of look. Craig fought back a grin, he was so giddy, so inlove with this angel that blessed him. After years of hardships and court cases against Tweek's parents, therapy and counseling, they had finally settled down. A domestic life, one with moments of strife and anxiety, but nonetheless, the most comfortable. Tweek had gotten sober, and although he couldn't look at coffee the same, he found joy in tea. A win-win for Craig, since Craig had always loved tea.
Staring at Tweek now, his heart felt as if it could jump out of his chest. He stared as Tweek shrugged on the t-shirt and laid back down, moving up against the bed until his head hit the pillow.
Craig turned to go turn off the light, before sitting down on the bed, the bed dipping under his weight as he moved to lay next to Tweek, staring at him with these big puppy dog eyes. Tweek stared back, before shuffling a bit closer and pressing himself against Craig's bare chest. The warmth seeped into his skin and he let out the softest noise of content.
Arms wrapped around him, holding him as close and as tight as he could without feeling like a piece of prey trapped in the jaws of a predator. The position they were in was so soft, so loving. The feeling radiated off of Craig, and Tweek felt himself drifting deeper into the dream world.
Craig, on the other hand, moved a hand to curl into Tweek's hair, carding through it and working through any knots. It was a soothing motion that Craig had done countless times over.
As Tweek's snores and breaths filtered through the air, Craig felt himself slipping away from a conscious mind. He stifled a yawn and got a bit more comfortable, before stilling. The world fell away, the two of them enclosed in a bubble of protectiness and warmth that neither wanted to pull away from.
"I love you." Craig managed to murmur, before falling into a dreamless sleep.