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pekejscatbed · 11 months

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Take my Lungs (4/4) | Craig x Kenny

Info/Warnings:

high school AU, profanity, mentions of death & dying, Stans mystery man is revealed :), Kenny uses he/she, Tweek uses he/xe

1/4 | 2/4 | 3/4 | 4/4

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Kenny's night at the theater is uneventful and boring; there hasn't been a new movie showing in weeks, meaning business has been slow as ever (how Kenny's employer can even afford to pay him at this point is a mystery, but Kenny can't say she's all that interested- not when she knows her next paycheck is just around the corner). There are a few regulars who show up, some who would rather watch a shitty movie then talk to their spouses or take care of their children, and some who just genuinely have nothing better to do.

Sighing, Kenny pulls out his non-name brand phone and checks the time, rolling his eyes at the 7:00 on his phone screen. Only five more hours of this shit. She sighs again.

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Around 9:30, a familiar face walks up to Kenny's little ticket booth.

"You never answered my question, McCormick." Craigs voice is still as monotone as ever (He has Kenny's bag slung over his shoulder- Tweak Bros closes in thirty minutes. Usually Tweek drops her bag off, as Kenny doesn't get off for another two hours).

"Never said I would, Tucker," Kenny grins, "just said I wanted to talk."

Craig flips the blond off, sitting her bag on the ground.

"It does hurt, to die. Some ways hurt more than others; some don't hurt at all- not physically, at least. Fucks with my head, though. Remembering my deaths hurts the most, because no one else does; sometimes I dream about death, have nightmares where I relive dying over and over, and I wake up in a cold sweat, heaving until I'm lightheaded. Sometimes I pass out or die again. I have these shit dreams and even more shit panic attacks, but I can't talk to anyone about them because no one fucking remembers." Kenny's frowning as he speaks, his voice turning into a whisper. "But you do. Why?"

She looks up at Craig, whose face is flat and unmoving. His eyes, however, are conveying a message of melancholy and grief and guilt through the greens of his irises.

"I don't." Craig looks Kenny in the eyes. "I dream about you dying. Before, after- I don't know, but every night I dream about you dying in a different way. Sometimes I dream that we're back in elementary."

Kenny doesn't say anything, just stares, disbelieving. Craig continues.

"Last night, we were in elementary again. You were being thrown around by a snowman with tentacles."

Recognition flashes across Kenny's face and he whispers, "I remember that."

Craig continues. "A few days ago, I dreamt you got pinkeye and turned into Zombie. You died three times in that one. One time, you were crushed by a UFO."

"Twice, actually." The blond finally speaks up, more than a whisper. "I was crushed by a UFO twice, when Cartman got anal probed by aliens."

"That explains a lot."

Kenny snorts. "Nah, man, Cartman's just a major asshole- anal probe or not."

A car pulls up in front of the theater, windows down as a familiar blond yells out, "You coming, Craig?"

Said male shakes his head. "I'll walk. See ya, Tweek."

"Bye, Tweekers!" Kenny grins when Tweek flips her off. "You hang out with Tucker too much!"

Tweek drives away, grumbling about stupid blonds and asshole friends under xer breath. Both Kenny and Craig laugh at Tweeks dramatics.

When Kenny checks her phone again, it's a quarter 'till eleven, forty-five minutes after Tweak Bros closed and an hour and fifteen minutes until midnight- when the theater closes. "Wanna walk around for a bit?"

Craig raises an eyebrow. "Closing early?"

"Yeah," Kenny nods, "no one's in there and I'm bored."

It only takes a few minutes for the blond to close up and grab her stuff, changing back into his hoodie as he does so, then the two are off, walking around South Park as everyone else is getting ready for bed or going to a bar. The almost-adults walk for a while, chatting about whatever random things come to mind, before falling into a comfortable silence. It's quiet for a while longer, until the two end up in their neighborhood, where they find an interesting sight outside the Marsh residents.

"Is that...?" Kenny trails off, watching as Stan and his mystery-no-more guy suck face in a fancy car.

Craig stares at the scene, mouth agape. "Tolkien."

They watch as Stan gets out of the car, bidding goodbyes and goodnights with Tolkien, who drives off with a wave. Then, Stan sees them- his eyes go wide like a deer caught in headlights as he stares at Kenny and Craig, who stare right back. Eventually, Stan mouths to them, "Fucking. Quiet."

Kenny makes a zipper motion at his mouth, then gives a thumbs up. Craig just flips Stan off, who returns the motion before entering the Marsh house.

The pair resume their walk, whispering theories about Tolkien and Stan, until they reach Craig's house.

"Goodnight, McCormick." Craig doesn't move.

"Night, Tucker." Kenny doesn't move either, staring into Craigs eyes- "Can I kiss you?"

Craig shrugs, pulls Kenny into a short kiss, then turns around and walks into his house.

The blond smiles as she turns on her heel. Time to interrogate Stanley.

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el-dibidibidorado1 · 6 years

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Untamed pt.2

Summery: Y/n works at Tom's Diner as a waitress, but what happens when one of her co workers saves her life.

A/n: Well I really have nothing to say but to enjoy this new chapter. It was really tough to write, but if there is any problems or concerns please, pretty please message me and i will do my best to fix it. BYE BYE BYE!!!

Warnings: Language

Parings: Bucky x Y/n

"Y/n it is 8! You are going to be late!"

"I'm going!" My day off went over my head fast that the sandman never arrived at my house. Honestly, i just spent them staring at the wrapped Adam presents that I got for him for Christmas. I can't return them, can i?

"Y/n!" My brother yelled at me and his Bigfoot feet stomped upstairs. He blew open my door and began pulling me out.

"Come On! I'm going to be late!"

"Shut up! " I take my arm out of his grasp and kiss my mother goodbye.

"Edward! Kiss your mother goodbye!" She yells.

Ed runs and gives her a quick kiss and runs out. The both of us sigh with the fact that he's going to come home intoxicated or high. And the thing that troubled me is that my mom is going to attend to his needs. I finally lost my last nerve and was ready to explode.

"You are a piece of shit" I muttered as I got in the car. He turned to look at me with serious look.

"Almost every fucking night you go out to get high or drunk!" I disclosed without hesitation.

"That is my business, not yours."

"It is my business."

"It's not"

"It is. Mom has been taking care of you every time you come home from your night out. You don't even help her or say ‘i appreciate you taking care of me’. You just come home shit faced Ed and she sacrificed another night for you " I felt the tears coming, and I hated it. I hate that I cry every time I get all emotional. I fucking despise it!

"Just take me to Tom's. I'm going to be late." He might be the oldest one but he acts like child. The conversation never proceeded, and I am glad it didn't. I wouldn't be able to control my mouth if it did. I love him, but he has made many mistakes, a bit more than me. Every one makes mistakes, but Maybe, that is our thing, we both make mistakes for a living.

We arrive and I open to get out when he grabbed me into a bone crushing hug. As my anger took a hike, I was going to hug him back he pushed me out, closed the door and speed off. Oh God, please help him.

I take a few breathers and walk into the Diner taking off my coat and beanie. The Diner was practically empty. Which I didn't mind, at all! Less people to communicate with.

"Hey girl" I felt a light slap on my butt. Rosie.

"Hey craziness" I began cleaning the tables.

"Why you mad again?" She questioned while fixing he lipstick.

"I'm not mad."

"Your face is screwed up like you're mad."

"I'm perturbed, not mad" I put the rag down and looked at her. And she looked at me. Then it became a little staring contest. Which I guess that I won?

"You still look mad" she broke the stare and continues fixing her lips.

"Whatever"

"You wanna talk about it?" She put down her lipstick and took out her miniature hair spray. Where the fuck does she hide all of this?

"No. What's the point. I'm just going to become a crying mess like always and Tom is going to have to get all...Blagh and I don't want to deal with it today."

"All 'Blagh'?" She tried to hold back a laugh.

"You know what I mean!" I throw her the wet rag. That's when I notice that it began soaking her hair and face. I really didn't squeeze all of the water out, did i? I stealthily began to move to the back room to hide. A loud sigh and chuckle came out of her as she began looking for me. I try to hide in the spice closet which was next to the dish washer. Look, I'm a bit chunky so I can't hide in small places. Also, the lay out of the diner was peculiar. So...yeah.

"Where are you, you bitch?" She demanded.

"I just finished fixing my hair and lips! Then ya throw your filthy rag at me?" She got closer to the closet and I push myself farther away from the opening. My nerves are going silly, when Tom, ‘my savior’ called her. Thank you Tom! I wasn't going to get the end of it. I lean back and let the moment pass with a quiet laughter. Then my mind began to ramble on about Ed. No, no, no Y/n. You need to concentrate on work. And making Rosie go nuts with her hair. I laugh once more and slowly come out, when I get startled and scream. God it was the cleaning guy. I guess that I startled him that he jumped, but also winced. We both looked down and found a kitchen knife in his hand.

"Oh God!" I rush over and start to panic waving my hands in the air. He slowly takes out the knife and I began to lose it even more. I scramble to get the First Aid and bring him to the sink

"Come here" my voice quaked. I turn on the faucet and slowly take his hand under the water. I expected him to flinch but he didn't. I quickly glance at him and he gives me a small grin and it makes me calm down.

"I'm so sorry" I said while i was letting the water wipe away all of the blood. I slowly run my thumb over the wound to take away all of the dirt and a sticky substance was on his hands. It wasn't from here, it was like syrup or something.

"Luckily it wasn't a deep cut. You'll live, but if the bleeding doesn't stop ask Jim or Tom to take you to the hospital" God his hand is beautiful.

"Thank you" he whispers and it brought a small smile to my face.

"Anytime. I'm sorry again and I never caught your name. Tom Isn't really a good introduces." I asked while I drying his hand.

"Bucky. Bucky Barnes" he quickly said. I guess he doesn't like to talk. Keep it minimal Y/n. I grabbed the ointment and gently placed some on the wound. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

"Well Bucky, I was wondering what this syrup on your hands is?" I asked quietly. Could help yourself, huh? My nerves get to me and I become a chatter box or completely mute.

"Pine trees. I work where they sell pine trees for Christmas." I looked at him and he had the most angelic ocean blue eyes that I have ever seen. My face became heated and I looked for the bandage. Turning around looking for them like a lost child looking for its guardian. Where are they? I looked on the floor, sink, pocket and they just magically disappear. Where in the hell is it!? I just had it! This is so embarrassing, I just had it! After a few minutes of self-war his left hand came to view with the bandage. He seemed to read my mind or did he just hide them from me? I glanced at him and took them. That's when I notice his left hand had a glove on.

"What's with the glove?" I question and ended up regretting it. Shut up, pleeeeeeease. Why would you ask that!? Why? Why?! WHY?! look darlin he's cute and shit but-but- why?! Just w-

"I don't know, i just like it" he chuckled.

"You don't like them? The pine trees." He was now talking more which made me feel better.

"Oh I love them. You know you smell like a pine tree."

"You don't like the smell or?"

"I love the smell the most. I could just stick a star on your head by how heavenly you smell" YOU FUCKING CREEP. WHY? WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT? He just chuckled as I tormented myself.

"Do you have one?" I nodded and finally finished wrapping the bandage.

"Why?" He softly touched the bandage.

"We got this stupid artificial tree. Which I completely HATE. I just wish i could throw the fake away and bring back the real one." I said while putting away the first aid.

"Well, all done. Just make sure to check on it." I rub my hands together.

" We should head back to work" he says. I nod and go find Rosie or Caroline.

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Really Barnes?! We should head back to work?! You could have talked to her a bit more about- about- um- ab-about something. You just told her to piss off. I mentally battle myself and bang my hand on the counter making me hiss.

“‘Bucky clean table 7!” Tom shouted. i grabbed the gray dish container and began heading out, when I see her talking to Rosie.

"Babe?" She hums.

"Why don't you go, give them a piece of your mind?"

"Me?" She had this annoyed look. I put the container on the next table and notice what Rosie was speaking of. Two guys at the cigarette machines kept of hitting and cursing at it, as it swallowed its change. I began cleaning as she came up and asked politely to quit hitting the machine.

"Is it your machine?" The taller one had a siut under his brown coat and short greasy hair. While the short one was bald and has some random jacket with a long sleeve shirt and jeans.

"As a matter of fact, it is. So would you please stop hitting it" her voice was stern as they kicked it one more.

"Is that so?" The short one said and she dangles the keys in front of her. She unlocks the door and pulls the lever to release the one that got stuck and hands it to them.

"This isn't the right one" the taller one says and began to hold in a laugh. I began to get angry.

"Which one?" Her jaw clenched.

"Marlboro" she takes out the package and hands it to them.

"Lights" she sighs and hands him another. I clenched my fist.

"Sorry, sweets menthol" her jaw clenched again and she takes the last package out and they gladly accept them. I feel and hear my arm began to shift and once more do Steve's exercise.

"Thanks" she closed the machine and gives Rosie the keys and the other packages.

"Bucky. What's a matter? Come on, I don't pay you to stand around." Tom clapped his hands infront of my face and I deep inside wanted to punch him. Hold it in Bucky. Just like Steve taught you. I close my eyes and began taking deep breaths.

When I open my eyes both of the guys are on the table next to me. Annoyed, I finish the table and move to the next.

"How may I help you?" Mary asked them.

"Yes. We would like Y/n to wait us" soon as I heard that I slammed my left hand on the table making a huge smack.

"Hey man, you okay over there?" I hear Jim ask. I nod my head and look at the table. Desultory I remove my hand and notice a dent in the table.

"What do you need?" Y/n mellifluous voice reeled me to her.

"How have you been Y/n" the short one asked untoward.

"Do I know you two?" She snapped.

"Don't you remember us? From Tiny Tess party? Halloween? You dressed up as a.....a....you know."

"An Superhero" she mumbled.

"Right a superhero. Well I am Shawn And this here is Howard" the short one introduced themselves.

"Well are you guys going to order or?" She asked impatiently.

"Just two burgers with a milkshake, darlin" he winked and she walked away. There eyes never left her and it bugged the hell out of me. So i followed their sight and they were looking at Y/n' s body. My hand clenched even more that I felt blood leak through.

"Bucky?" I turned to be faced with Y/n. My anger relaxed. How long have I been staring at them? I'm not blacking out again, am i?

"Your hand" she gently holds it and brings me to the nearest faucet. I take in all of her facial expressions, her peach scent, her big e/c eyes and her beautiful lips. She unwrapped the bandage and once again she gently holds it under the faucet.

"Be careful. It's not bleeding as much, so that's g-"

"Table three!" She huffed and looked at me.

"Duty calls. Rosie can you bandage him up. Please" Rosie comes and Y/n washes her hands to go get the food.

"Bunch of jerks, huh" Rosie says. I grunt and look back at Y/n as she takes the food to them.

"She's a tough cookie. She can handle it." She finished the bandage and continues refilling the salt shakers. I still kept my eye on her. Just to be safe.

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"I'm going home" I told Rosie as I put on my coat and hat.

"Bye baby" Rosie dances over to me and I can't help but laugh.

"Come On girl. Sing with me before you leave" grabbing the bag out of my hands and began moving her hips.

"No" I laughed louder. Midi, Maxi& Efti- Bad bad boys began playing in the background.

"~Bad bad boys come with me, come with me~" she put her hands on my hips and violently moved them back and forth. Now I was crying because of my laughter. I swatted her hands away and grabbed my bag and left.

Looking at my watch it said 3 am. ~Ooohhh the haunting hour~ I laugh by myself. Ah man I'm so lame. I'm half ways my walk home when an old beat up car violently stops next to me. Frighten, i began to walk quicker. The car reverses and I finally see who it is. Those two jackasses from the diner. Fuck me.

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