tucker 💫

i miss kenny forever 

it was hot, way too hot. usually kendra didnt mind the heat, seeing as she lived at the beach, but she had just ran out of water. she didn't want to ask to drink from her friends bottles, as she knew they were probably gross and sweaty by now, knowing men. even though she had... sort of... grown up as a male, she was far enough into her transition to not be like that; as much. she was still dripping with sweat, but she couldnt be bothered to put her hair up, as the blonde was too busy playing volleyball.

kendra watched from her bed as another roommate of hers got her stuff dragged out of their room, stuff screeching against the tile floors. it was the dead of night, and the blonde had once again got caught doing things she shouldn't have been. it was a miracle she wasnt put in solitary, forced to repent. its not like it wouldve been forced upon her anyways, she was too scared not to repent. kendra would be doing that as soon as she woke up from her fitful sleep. 
          
          the lanky girl shrank back into her nightgown, one she was thankful to even be provided. despite being there for many years, it didnt mean she didnt go to sleep shaking every night. kendra was so scared beyond her own mind what would happen to her the next day. she wondered if things would change in the future.

you guys don’t know how bad i want kenny mccormick but it’s ok bc nobody will ever see this 

Kenny hadn't been normal for weeks. His energy was drained, not eating, and slowly losing weight. Dark circles had pooled under his eyes, and his usually tan skin seemed to just be grey and lifeless. And for the first time in almost ten years, he started wearing the hood of his jacket again, covering his face at any possible chance he got. Of course, no one asked, they just assumed he was going on another bender. 
          
          This was not the case. He had lost all of his money, and he was seemingly sleeping in his truck whenever he could sleep. Kenny had started falling asleep in class, more than the usual, and most importantly; during lunch. When his friends would usually scrounge up some leftovers for him, the blonde was hunched over, asleep on the cold table. 
          
          Today was no different. It had started to snow, so the man was extra tired and slow. Kenny stood over the sink in the bathroom, leaning against his arms, hair in the sink as he dozed off while standing. Just moments prior, he had thrown up for the second time that day in the toilet behind him, not bothering to flush it or even wipe it from his mouth. Though he wasn't completely asleep, Kenny didn't hear the door opening and footsteps wandering into the bleak bathroom.  

Kenny sighed, finally getting Alexis down. He should have been thankful he had, and part of him was, but he was mostly checked out at that point. They had returned home a few days ago, finally allowing Craig to rest after all the tests and documents, but that left Kenny to sit up with his thoughts. He spent most nights watching the baby while Craig got ready for bed, doing his vigorous routines even after birth, then allowing the peruvian to sleep while he put Alexis to sleep. By then, the younger boy was asleep, leaving the blonde male alone to his own disposal. Despite having work in the morning, he would drink into the late hours of the morning until the baby woke his husband up, which followed with Craig coming down to the basement where he resided, asking him to come to bed. He should have been happy, his little girl looked just like him, just slightly darker skin, and he was, but he had his own doubts in himself that he thought he had gotten over in the months leading up to the birth, in secret in order to keep Craig not stressed and anxious as he tended to get. 
          
          Thats exactly where he was tonight, sitting at their work in progress bar that Kenny was building for parties that was in a nook in the basement. This also allowed him to have a little sort of space to hide in when things got too stressful. Small spaces had comforted him since he was young, mostly because it had shielded him from his parents. It took a lot out of Kenny to not revert back to his old ways of escape.

i love my stripey 

but guys i love my husgnad

Kenny wasn't one to cry normally, but life as of recent had been ten times worse, if that was even possible. Being relocated with Craig's family wasn't something that would have ever come to the blondes mind, but it was new, and that was scary for Kenny; Kenny hated change. 
          
          Tonight was different, though. The blonde sixteen year old lay quietly crying on the floor of Craig's closet floor, holding onto a thin blanket that came from his home. More specifically, it was one of Karen's blankets. He was hoping he wouldn't wake Craig up, but it got progressively harder for the boy as the time passed. 
          
          ; I need some fluff LMAO

keny