Warning: Cryle, angst, abuse, cursing, fighting, ect.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything.

A/N: It's supposed to be Cryle. And all the drabble things are SEPARATE universes, unless specifically mentioned.

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1) hazel eyes

If he had a choice, he would never let go, the way his lithe body trembled against his broad one, bright green eyes emptied out into the horizon. And then, how when he watched it happen every single time, he would stop himself from crying and smile.

"Wow, your eyes really are beautiful," the voice came through as he narrowed his eyes to see his boyfriend talking to Christophe, "Like a cross between a hazel and-"

He was cut off roughly when he fell backwards, while Craig slammed his arms around the Jew, effectively cutting off any part of a man that tried to touch his beloved-

"Craig! What did I say about grabbing me with no real reason?" he yelled.

But it was okay.

2) butterflies

Craig blinked, before smiling softly at the sight of his boyfriend, sitting still on a rock.

Waiting for him.

He approached with caution, silencing all of his moves as he approached the male closer.

"Hey," he said quietly, wrapping his arms around his small kosher boy, holding him delicately against his broad chest as he looked off to what he was staring at, "A butterfly?" he whispered as the said insect flew past them.

"Yeah..." the absent-minded whisper came, and then leaned back against his boyfriend, "You know, they say that when butterflies mate, they go find others to mate as soon as their done."

The muscles around his waist tensed, he knew what he was talking about, "Kyle, I-"

"Don't," the male whispered softly, "Just don't."

3) snap snap!

The deafening sound of something snapping, so easily, so painfully, and everyone in the crowd quickly backed away when he stepped in.

His towering figure, at six-and-a-half feet, his menacing gray eyes striking people dead at a single glance.

And then, he just sort of stopped, as he saw Kyle Broflaski calmly get off of Thomas, "Fuck with me, I'll ignore you," the body-language spoke with complete confidence, "Lie to Craig about me," a malicious smirk that promised the truth reached upon his face, "I'll let you dream about that."

And then, he turned around, his confidence in his emerald eyes quickly replacing itself with surprise, and then everything disappeared as he closed his eyes, sighing softly, he shook his head.

"Kyle?" Craig's voice was low, soft, and husky, as he stared at Tokken and Cylde, who was helping Thomas regain his sanity, and his conciseness.

"Yes?" the smaller male asked, eyes opening to stare at his boyfriend, awaiting the yells, the questions, and the eventual break-up.

It never came.

Large, muscular arms wrapped around him and Craig sighed deeply into his hair, "Thank god you're okay..." he whispered.

4) teddy bear

"It's... cute," the words gritted out of his teeth.

"You don't like it, huh?" Kyle sighed deeply as he shook his head. Craig, seeing his boyfriend somewhat disappointed, shook his head.

"No. I... like it," the tone was so forced, and Kyle laughed.

The beautiful laugh that he loved.

Skinny arms wrapped around his waist, "I love you."

"I love you too," immediately warming up to the smaller male, he found himself falling deeper in love, if that were even possible.

"And the teddy?" the soft, almost childish tone came through.

The grumbled echoed from Craig, "I like it."

5) collide

"Jump!" Kyle was so scared, his back against the window, as the guy pointed the gun at him, "KYLE!" the screams from below was definitely Stan.

Meanwhile, the male in front of him, Tweek, pointed the gun at him.

"I don't wanna do this," he whimpered, "I don't want to hurt you! I don't! I-ARGH!" the scream broke off anything else.

"Tweek, calm down, calm-"

"THE PRESSURE!" the male said, so very scared.

'Damn you, fatass!' The Jewish male cursed, knowing very well who told Tweek to do this.

"TWEEK! DROP THE GUN!" he screamed.

"BANG!"

The gunshot silenced everyone and everything, and Kyle fell backwards from the third floor window.

A dull thud came when the gun dropped to the ground, allowing some of the officers to come and calm Tweek down from his craze.

And then, two arms gabbed for him, offering protection and warmth as long as he stayed in them.

"Kyle? Kyle-" the hoarse whisper came through and the emerald eyes opened o him.

"Hey Craig," he grinned, as he winced when the male accidentally rubbed against his wound.

And he allowed himself to relax into a slumber in his boyfriend's hug.

6) oxygen

"Kyle, I..." a gasp came from Craig as tried to get his smaller lover loosened his arms from his neck, he needed to breath sometime soon.

"I just... I didn't... I..." the male sniffled, his arms shaking with the rest of his body.

"Sh... It's okay," Craig whispered, trying to relax the male, and pulled him into a hug of his own.

"I... I'm sawrr-" the words were almost incomprehensible and Craig was just sighed happily.

He was just happy to live another day with Kyle

7) tangled up

"Kyle-"

Stan stopped dead when he opened the room, watching Craig, who was naked with Kyle on his bed, dark gray eyes snapping at him.

"Shut the fuck up, Marsh," the husky voice promised death as Stan felt his jaw drop to the ground.

The way that their legs tangled against each other like some form of exotic painting, with one of Craig's arm around Kyle's waist, while the other one gave him the middle finger.

"Fuck off."

Kyle stirred to move closer to the much larger male, wrapping his arms around his chest and hugged him close.

Stan fell over, unconscious with some red liquid dripping out of his nose.

8) fairytales

"Wait! Then what happened to her?" the desperate look in Craig's eyes flashed through and Kyle chuckled, amused by all this.

"The following morning, they found her dead. The snow piled around her on top of her and the ground around her was littered in matches."

A long silence came through as the larger of the two blinked.

"That's it?"

"Yeah, that's how "Matchbox" ends," Kyle said.

Arms came around him.

"You're warm?" he asked and the red-head nodded, "Okay, don't go anywhere."

A laugh was heard as they fell asleep in each other's arms.

9) footprints

"It's Kyle," Tokken said before he was pushed off into the wall by the caller's boyfriend.

The football player angrily picked himself up and walked into the living room where the rest of the group was.

"Man, what crawled up in his ass and died?" he grumbled.

"More like, he needs to stick something up Kyle's ass," Cylde replied dryly.

"Point taken," Tokken dropped down onto the couch when Craig ran past them.

"I'm leaving! BYE!" he cried out.

Moments later, the door opened again when Kyle walked into their living room.

"Where's Craig?" he asked looking around for the person.

"Went after you, but the games on," Tokken said easily, pointing at the back door that fell shut.

"Cool," Kyle slid down next to him when the door slammed open once more.

"KYLE!" the low yell of Craig was met when the said male dropped next to him, tackling him in his arms before smashing their lips together.

An irritated sigh came from Cylde, but was quickly replaced with some form of surprised silence when Craig pushed the red-head onto Tokken's lap before ravishing his lips once more.

"Oh my gawd! CRAIG!" the male roared, a bright red blush appearing on his face.

He replied with a middle finger and then, grumbling darkly in Kyle's ear, who was very amused by all of this, "I don't like the footprint game..."

10) just a memory

A sigh escaped his lips before Cylde dropped his head onto the table.

"Craig, if you like him, then go get him!" he hissed.

"I... I... I want him to come to me though," he whispered.

"Dude, you broke it off on him by slamming my vase against the wall next to him," the brunette said dryly, remembering his friend's problem with his temper, and how Kyle is usually the only one that could calm him down, "He's not going to forgive you-"

He didn't bother finishing the sentence when the male dropped his head down onto the table, trembling softly.

A deep sigh came from Clyde, almost becoming a groan, as he quickly whipped out his phone, and began texting someone.

Within moments, a pair of thin arms wrapped around Craig, as he looked up at the puffy red eyes surrounding green orbs.

He smiled, and Craig hugged him tightly, and Clyde rolled his eyes before walking away.

11) ice

"Goddamnit," Craig sneezed, "I fucking hate i-ice!" he stuttered sneezing once more.

A laugh came from Kyle as he wrapped his arms around the black-haired male, "Glad to see that you're okay."

"Sh-shut up Broflaski!" he sneezed once more before falling back against the wall of his room while he adjusted himself in his bed.

The read-head shook his head as he took a seat next to his sick boyfriend.

12) run away

"Just run away, from these lies..."

Craig glanced, almost nervously at his smaller boyfriend, that sighed contently as he squeale, his arms clenched around "31 Minutes to Take-Off", the album by Mike Posner.

A small pout on his face, he grabbed the male and hugged him tightly.

"Craig?" his boyfriend was confused, but returned the hug.

He'd let it go, because he knew that he would never let go of the red-head. And the red-head would never let go of him.

13) euthanasia

"Make it painless for him," Kyle said easily to his assasin-partner.

"I know," Christophe grumbled.

"Hurry up," the red-head continued, glancing out the window, "I want to be with my boyfriend before I get caught."

"Shut up," the frenchman growled before he pulled the trigger, "Letz go."

"You got that right," the partner muttered as the two escaped via the roof.

The two went for some small talks as they quickly disappeared into the night.

"Can I craz at your-" Christophe attempted to say, as the two entered a taxi.

"Yes, Craig, I love you too," Kyle said lovingly into the phone and the assassin next to him grinned, a brilliant idea popping into his head.

"Oh yeah," he groaned out, loudly, "Yeah, right there, right, oh?" the bright red flush on the male's face wasn't good, "C'mon, Kyle," he purred out, "Lez go-oh!" he cried out, and then stole the phone from him, "Kyle iz my partner. Back ov."

The phone snapped and dropped into the male's hands.

"I hate you so much right now," Kyle whimpered as Mole laughed heartedly, wrapping his one of his arm around him, hugging him close.

"You are my partner," he grinned while his partner desperately started texting with Craig, trying his best to patch things up.

14) somei yoshino

The flowers fell, and Craig just stopped. Staring, gazing at the red-head, who looked up at the white petals floating around him, before turning around to look at his boyfreind.

And smiled.

Craig replied by jumping on him, hugging him tightly before dragging the two off the road and behind a tree to have some fun.

15) sweet dreams

He always felt better when he wiggled himself against him.

All fear disappeared and the raven-haired male smiled contently, cradling the body next to him closer.

"Sweet dream?" Kyle muttered in my chest and Craig chuckled.

"No, it's not a dream."