[ south park ]

Craig Tucker | Kenny McCormick

requested by: Glitchroseglitch
PSA i like forehead kisses/top of the head kisses a lot.

Kenny was used to getting a rib crushing hug from what were generally strangers. They would approach him with tears in their eyes. The closer to him the person was the more it hurt to see them like that.
"I thought you died, it felt so real man." Stan was the last one to have one of them. He walked in tired, his eyes red and puffy. It hurt Kenny to see his friend like that. The fear of Craig or (y/n) losing sleep and waking up to the feeling the deep loss of losing their boyfriend, not knowing if it was real or a dream.

Thankfully he was blessed with the sweetest significant others, despite what people might say about Craig. "But you're not dead, you're right here." (y/n) kissed his forehead, brushing his blond hair out of the way. Kenny smiled up at their significant other. Craig ran his thumb over Kenny's knuckles, "You aren't dying." He mumbled, burring his head in Kenny's shoulder. Kenny smiled, giving both of them a kiss on the top of their heads. That was around two months ago, since then no one had walked up to him in a bone crushing hug.

Despite always repeating their words to him every time that he fell asleep with them. He watched them both as they slept. (y/n)'s grip tightened around Kenny and a slight whimper left their mouth. "Ken.. you can't." The muttered, burying their head deeper into Kenny's chest.
"Mmm.. no." Craig's brow was furrowed tightly. "Ken."

Kenny ran his hand up and down both of their backs, trying to wake them up in a non disruptive way. Craig was the first one to wake up. His breathing was heavy as he looked into Kenny's eyes. "Hey, I'm still here." Craig nodded, letting his head drop on Kenny's shoulder. Watching over (y/n) as they tried to wake them up from their nightmare.

(y/n) sat up, their cheeks stained with the constant flow of tears. "It was so real." Kenny quickly wrapped them in a tight hug. "It felt so real Ken."

"I'm right here baby." He ran his hand through their soft hair. "I'm still right here." He pulled away and wiped away their tears softly brushing his thumb across their cheek. "You guys can't get rid of me that easily." Ken tried to lighten the mood up with a small smile. "Alright how about I go make some hot cocoa and we can watch some movies."

(y/n) nodded slightly, "Craig get the blankets, (y/n) you can pick the movie." Kenny kissed the top of their head, "You're alright with (y/n) picking the movie right?" He nodded grabbing the blankets. They walked over to the kitchen, (y/n) and Craig huddled up close to Kenny, not wanting him out of their sight.

Craig and (y/n) cuddled up on the sofa, under all the blankets that Craig had dragged along from the bedroom. (y/n) scrolled through Netflix trying to find something to watch, that would suit all of them. Kenny brought the three mugs of hot cocoa and placed them on the table before the couch. He squeezed himself in between both of them and they cuddled up next to him.

"You two are stuck with me for a long time, okay?" He didn't plan on dying any time soon.