#Post Covid!Kenny McCormick x reader

[hoosurdaddy]

Chapter 10.

Pairing: post covid! Stan Marsh x post covid! Reader, post covid! Kenny McCormick x post covid! reader.

Triggers: 18+, cheating, smut,gaslighting. Reader is married to Stan, bad grammar, short.

Finished at last! Thanks to everyone who read and supported:)

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"I can't believe you're pregnant!" Heidi squealed along with Nicole who giggled into her wine glass while Heidi rubbed your belly. Stan was catching up with his other friends. It had been four years since you left South Park to Wyoming. It was the best decision you had made. It was the right decision. And you were now 6 months pregnant.

"You leave for four years and you come back pregnant, what?" Heidi continued to admire your round belly, while you and Nicole giggled.

"What can I say?" You shrugged, grinning at their comments.

Nicole looked down at your feet, gasping. "Are they the new Gucci python print high heel pump?"

You showed off the heels, although your back was killing you Stan was so excited for you to show them off, and it would kill you to see him upset. "Surprise."

"I don't know how you're wearing them right now, being pregnant and all." Nicole continued to admire your shoes. From the corner of your eye, you admired Stan laughing and joking with his friends. It took a bit of groveling for your friend group to forgive your actions, especially Kyle (who never fully forgave you but tolerated you). But overall, was excited for God daughter. And Stan was so excited to be a dad.

You swore you could of seen a blonde hair man somewhere in the middle, but you shook your head. It wasn't.

"So." Heidi spoke as she drew your attention back to them. "Can we please see the nursery!!"

With a smile, you nodded as you reached for your bag to show the girls your Winnie the Pooh themed nursery for your daughter.

--

"Sweetie, are you sure?"

Stan asked in a nervous voice when you told him you wanted to go into town to grab some cute baby growths. You knew Stan had trust issues, especially being back in South Park triggered these feelings, so all you could do was reassure him.

Cupping his cheeks, you planted a kiss onto his lips. "You have my location, I will text you every half an hour. I promise, I will be in Bella Baby's for an hour max. If not, you can come find me, okay?"

Stan sighed, planting a kiss onto your palm before nodding as he walked over to the car. "Okay, don't be too long." He whispered as he hopped into the car, he waved goodbye to you. Despite it being raining, you moved slowly through the street of South Park, remembering the good old days.

As you walked, you hadn't been paying attention to your surroundings when you bumped into someone while in your day dream. "Sorr-"

Everything seemed to freeze, you were now were staring into the eyes that once held so much for you. Your best and worst mistake. The person you had been able to avoid for four years. Kenny McComick.

"Hey." He whispered.

--

"What are you doing?" You asked Kenny as you held your cup of water. You were sitting in Tweak's bro. Kenny had gotten a coffee, and with you being pregnant, couldn't drink caffeine. But caffeine was the least of your worries, you were betraying your husband once again. All the years of therapy gone out the window, but had to hear Kenny out.

"I heard about your.. pregnancy. Congratulations." You gave Kenny a tight lipped smile at his congratulations. He couldn't help but stare. You were glowing. You somehow looked better than what Kenny could recall from the last four years, expect you were pregnant with a baby that wasn't his.

"And Stan? He's taking care of you and the baby well?" You rested your hand against your palm, nodding. Kenny wanted to reach over and hug you and never let you go, but stopped when you reached down to place your cup on the table.

"Why are you really here?"

"I just missed you."

The rain was letting up by all means, it was actually getting heavier. You were sat here with your ex lover, while anyone from South Park could notice you and tell Stan. You couldn't risk that just cause Kenny 'missed' you.

"I don't think you made the right decision by leaving South Park.. I think you were just thinking what was morally right, not what you really wanted." Kenny started off, having your heart weaken.

"My decision and what I chose to do is none of your concern, Kenny. I made my choice, and because of my choice, I am having a daughter with a wonderful, forgiving man." You snapped, shocking Kenny who was not expecting your reply. You quickly grabbed your handbag, managing to push yourself off the chair with a little more force because of your belly.

"This was a mistake." You snapped, storming out of the cafe. Kenny cringed at the words, he hated them when your first said them, he hates them even more now. He quickly chased after you, managing to grab your arm before you went too far.

"Y/N, I'm sorry. Please listen to me, and I promise I'll leave you alone forever." You sighed, crossing your arms. You nodded.

"I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry for everything. I've been in love with you since I was 14, I wanted to be with you so badly.. But I could barely look after Karen, I figured I would of been nothing in my future. That I wouldn't be able to provide for you. But by the time I could, you married Stan.. And I took you for my own selfish reasons.."

You stared at Kenny's vulnerable face as he spoke. You wanted to cry for him. "I mean we could of been eating pop tarts for dinner, living in a two bed room apartment with three kids. I had no idea that I wouldn't be poor forever. I wanted to be able to provide for you, that I lost you to Stan somewhere in the middle."

"Kenny." You rubbed his cheek. "I've loved you since I was 14, the only difference was I was too chicken shit to say anything.. I wouldn't of minded eating pop tarts for dinner, as long as I had you, I wouldn't of cared."

Kenny leaned into your palm, much like Stan did earlier. He was staring at you with those beautiful eyes.

"I love you so much."

Once again, you were back in arms with each other. Kenny pressed his lips down to yours. People on the street on South Park walked by without a care in the world. Just young lovers, embracing each other. The rain was dripping down your clothes, soaking into your skin.

Kenny wanted to hug you, hold you, kiss you. He wanted to be yours so badly.. But he wasn't.

he couldn't.

he can't.

"s..sorry."

You shook your head, sniffling. "It's okay, don't worry."

You felt your eyes starting to water once again, but pushed it down encase Stan was lurking around. You never intended to have an affair, let alone intend to re-rash old feelings. An old affair.

"I.. should go.. You know, Stan."

Kenny nodded, feeling his hands slipping away from yours. Before you left, Kenny called your name once more. You turned back around to see Kenny wearing that stupid grin.

"In another life, right?" Kenny called out. "I'm happy.. I'm sorry that our time was never right."

"Don't be sorry.. I'm not sorry. It was worth everything we went through.” You smiled back. "In another life.”

You watched as the crowd engulfed the blonde until he was out of sight. You turned and walked, listening to the sound of traffic, and the sound of rain on the ground. Eventually, Stan came and collected you.

You stared at the scenery of South Park as you recalled vivid memories of your star-crossed lover. A tear ran down your cheek as you pictured his crooked smile and blonde hair.

This time, You smiled.

Fini.

[4raykage]

they are the same :D

[limblessbody]

𝔩𝔦𝔪𝔟𝔩𝔢𝔰𝔰’ 𝔠𝔲𝔯𝔯𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 + 𝔮𝔲𝔬𝔱𝔢𝔳 🖤

SOUTH PARK ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

stan marsh ‘you make me sick.. no— not in that way!’

[‘breeding kink headcannons’]

kyle brovfloski ‘i don’t think this counts as studying..’

[‘breeding kink headcannons’]

eric cartman ‘why wait for the tables to turn when i can just hit you with a chair?’

[…]

kenny mccormick ‘im not even going through a lot. im just broke.’

[‘breeding kink headcannons’]

[‘headcannons for a s/o who enjoys baking/cooking’]

leopold “butters” stotch ‘i used to be afraid of being found out. im not sure what i was hiding, though.’

[‘headcannons for a s/o who enjoys baking/cooking’]

craig tucker ‘kiss my ass. in slow motion.’

[…]

clyde donovan ‘i have a disease that makes me think big ass latinas are sexy. its called being a fucking genius.’

[…]

tolkien black ‘please just leave me alone.’

[…]

jimmy valmer ‘your honor, i was just furthering the plot.’

[…]

tweek tweak ‘i don’t have an addiction. that’s just the wizard’s curse. the wizard is my parents but that’s not relevant.’

[…]

gregory of yardale ‘i want this twink obliterated.’

[‘nsfw alphabet’]

“the mole” christophe ‘and the girl caress me down…’

[…]

dovahkiin hughes ‘…’

[‘but you gotta learn the rules, and shit, there’s a lot.’]

trent boyett ‘im really pissed and i really want an icecream.’

[…]

damien thorne ‘if i dont terrify people to the core then whats the point.’

[…]

pip pirrup ‘my coping mechanisms might be worse than my actual problems.’

[…]

henrietta biggle ‘i don’t need support ‘cause ive got my underwire bra.’

[‘asking the goths for pads/tampons’]

michael ‘did i hit a nerve, bitch boy?’

[‘asking the goths for pads/tampons’]

pete thelman ‘i swing both ways. violently. with a bat. come get some, motherfuckers.’

[‘are you falling in love? i have a feeling you are..’]

[‘asking the goths for pads/tampons’]

wendy testaburger ‘ew!’

[…]

bebe stevens ‘my haters are basically just my groupies.’

[…]

heidi turner ‘i got diagnosed with weird teenage girl syndrome last week.’

[…]

red mcarthur ‘do your legs get tired from bouncing on my wood all day?’

[…]

kevin stoley ‘i have no rizz, just unusual knowledge about star trek: section 31.’

[…]

vampir makowski ‘sorry that i bit you on the wrist. i was trying to flirt.’

[…]

gary harrison ‘im a nice person, but im about to start throwing rocks at people.’

[…]

mark cotswolds ‘my hobbies include knowing and being right.’

[…]

POST COVID

firkle smith ‘self care is officially over, we are doing drugs again.’

[‘asking the goths for pads/tampons’]

ike brovfloski ‘i didn’t miss the red flags. i just thought they were hot.’

[…]

(every other character mentioned can also be written for post covid, but i only feel comfortable writing these two characters in post covid.)

MINECRAFT MOVIE ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

garett garrison ‘i am currently not livin’ la vida loca right now..’

[…]

steve ‘im what the kids call delulu.’

[…]

natalie ‘thats not what that means.’

[…]

vice principal marlene ‘i cant believe how you looked at me with your johnnie walker eyes.’

[…]

these are my current ones. requests are OPEN!

navigation 🖤

SP quotev fanfiction 🖤

[summ3rg4l]

May I request a platonic x reader for the main boys. Where they learn the reader is a girl somehow but before they were all under the belief she was a boy and that she didn’t care to much about her gender to correct them (like a Haruhi Fujioka situation)

I really didn’t know what to write so it’s pretty short tbh

“Wait wait wait! You’re telling that that this whole time we’ve been hanging out with a chick!?”

Cartman stares at you completely perplexed on how he didn’t see that you were a girl the whole time.

“Mghf Mghf Mghf?”

“Ewww Kenny…”

“I just didn’t think it was that important.” You shrugged dismissively and put your hands into your pockets.

“NOT THAT IMPORTANT!?!? How do we know that you’re not a spy that the girls sent to get more information from us!” Cartman narrows his eyes.

“That’s retarded fatass.” Kyle rolls his eyes and crosses his arms

“Yeah why would the girls send a spy?”

“I don’t really see why my gender matters.”

“Guys come here for a second.” Cartman ushers for the other three boys to follow him away from you. After a few seconds you hear Kyle yell. “We’re not killing (name) Cartman!”

“It’s the only way kahl! We have to kill her before she gives away all of our secrets!” He looks back at you “Hey (name). Nothing going on here just chatting Y’know.”

[vampirevatican]

Being Kenny McCormick's Wife

coming from the trenches and being able to see the future (thx postcovid) ong it's not that bad, fuck you fanfic nd canon cartman

he's rich and famous, like, nobel prize and putting up a science wing in his home town's school famous. so you bet your ass that you are treated like royalty and you are also in the news headlines at times

he'd buy you anything you wanted, has chefs and maids because he is a very busy man; so, you don't have to do any of that. "wifey duties?" no need. you are his queen, you are his equal.

huge cuddle man, definitely big spoon, but you gotta get him to stop messing around on his laptop if he's still in work mode.

he's still goofy, still a silly guy and he makes that obvious when he's not working on something big or important around the office or at home. scoops you up from behind in a bear hug and swings you around a bit

high-key pda, will start kissing your face all over infront of anyone. not at all ashamed of his baby and proud to show you off

if you're just as clever, a bit of a stem girlie, willing to aid in his works? he sings your praises the whole time and talks about it in any interview or at any event when asked about how he gets his ideas. you're shy, put yourself down, or humble yourself?? he's speaking for you, again you are equals and so much more than just a 'muse.'

[southparkhcsocs]

You guys have to forgive me for a while!

I'm re-making my schedule while I have in-laws visiting!

But I have exciting new content coming!

Nearing the end in SITM 😭

A mini comic prequel to SITM, Bet

Head canon collaboration with @princessconsuela120

A new Cartman x reader NSFW comic, Acceptance! (Patreon exclusive!)

A new PC!Kyle x reader SFW (mostly) comic, Councillor!

Fallout AU drawing almost finished!

I've also added more benefits to my Patreon!

So yeah, I'm getting busy and I need to work around work for it but I will update soon!

[princessconsuela120]

Chapter fifteen: Keep the Wolves Away —✧

Series masterlist

Chapter Warnings: mentions of pregnancy, mentions of suicide attempt, heavy stuff guys tread lightly

Authors note: I’m not gonna lie this chapters kinda heavy. Enjoy guys, we’re almost at the end!

—✧

It was a lot more peaceful in the mountains at nighttime. You’d hear the occasional howl from the wolves, or the sound of running water from the river just a few yards from the cabin. But Kenny realized that the peacefulness was very soothing, like a breath of fresh air from the normally loud nature of our friend group. Not that he didn’t love our friend group, he did. He just appreciated the silence a little bit more because of it.

Kenny had wondered off late at night, or morning you could say, to go and smoke out by the bridge above the river. He wanted to be surrounded by the quiet. Instead he was met with a sight that was anything but peaceful.

“Hey! Hey! What are you doing out there!” He yelled, noticing the silohoure of a figure standing by the edge of the bridge.

“Kenny?” The voice called. Kenny rubbed his eyes, trying to determine wether he actually saw who stood infront of him or if his weed may have been laced.

“Cartman? What the fuck dude?” Kenny called out, coming closer to Cartman who stepped back at the sight of Kenny.

“Kenny go back to the cabin.” He said softly, holding his hands out in a calm manner. Kenny shook his head, his expression getting angrier and less patient.

“No, what the hell are you doing at the edge of a bridge at, 3 fucking am?!” He yelled, and Cartman shook his head, sighing.

“It’s nothing Kenny, just go back to the cabin.”

“I’m not going back.” Kenny said, crossing his arms angrily.

“Really Kenny I just..” Cartman said, stepping back slowly.

“Get away from the edge Cartman!” Kenny shouted, as Cartman’s leg slipped back. “Fuck!” Kenny shouted, running over to where he was. Eric’s hand was stuck in the fence on the bridge's edge. Kenny grabbed his arm, grunting as he attempted to pull him back up.

“Jesus, why are you so goddamn heavy!” Kenny shouted, tears now streaming down Eric’s face as he hung off the edge.

“Just let me go Kenny!” Eric shouted, making Kenny feel his heart drop.

“Stop saying that Eric, it’s not funny!” Kenny shouted back, finally pulling Cartman far enough up to keep him safe. However, in the heat of the moment, the momentum from Cartman being brought up knocked Kenny over the edge.

“Kenny!” Cartman shouted, running to the edge to see Kenny at the bottom. He struggled to pull out his phone while climbing down the side, meeting where Kenny had fallen at the bottom. He grabbed him, pulling him out onto a patch of grass as he dialed a number in the phone. “Holy shit, oh my god. Oh fuck.”

—✧

“What do you want fatass?” Kyle asked, pulling out his phone to answer Cartman’s 8th call. He was extremely annoyed with the boys constant calls, in fear it would wake up Juno who had finally just gotten to sleep after a long night of vomiting and discomfort.

“Kyle please..” Eric sobbed, causing Kyle to sit up once noticing the urgency.

“Why are you crying?” He asked, Cartman trying to contain himself on the other end.

“Please, I’d never ask you for anything but this again.” Cartman cried. Kyle got out of bed carefully, sending me one last glance before walking out into the hall.

“Cartman what’s wrong?” He asked, his voice much more kind then when he had answered.

“It’s Kenny he, oh god, he’s still breathing just, I don’t know if he’s conscious.” He rambled, unable to catch his breath from how panicked he was.

“Cartman it’s 4 in the morning, what are you two doing?” Kyle asked, whispering to not wake anyone else up.

“Please just come here now, and call ambulance please!” Cartman yelled, hanging up the phone before sending Kyle his location.

Kyle wasn’t even entirely sure what was wrong, but the thought of Kenny being unconscious made his chest feel heavy. He threw in the first pair of slippers he found, hoping Tweek wouldn’t freak out once seeing his slippers where gone, and ran to the car. It was only a bit away from the cabin, but Kyle was to panicked to think.

“What the hell?” Kyle yelled, getting out of the car to see Cartman holding onto Kenny below the bridge. He struggled to get down over the side, running to Kenny’s side when he got there.

“Kyle, please!” Cartman shouted, making Kyle gesture urgently.

“I called the ambulance, they’re in their way. What happened?”

“I was out on the bridge and then, I slipped and he caught me but he fell..he’s been slipping in and out ever since.” Cartman explained, causing Kyle to sigh as he pulled Kenny into his lap.

“Fuck… Kenny can you hear me?” Kyle called, shaking him slightly.

“Kyle?”

Kyle flinched when he looked down, seeing the cuts and bruises scattered over Kenny’s body.

“Yeah Ken it’s me, can you breathe okay?” Kyle asked, but Kenny didn’t answer. He shook his head, tears falling down his cheeks.

“Please, please I don’t wanna die for real this time.” Kenny sobbed, making Kyle’s heart ache at his broken voice.

“It’s okay Kenny, you’re not gonna die..”

“I won’t wake up this time, it won’t go back to normal this time please, I’m afraid.” Kenny continued to plead, looking down at his body with fear.

“It’s okay Ken. You’re talking crazy just try to breathe.” Kyle reassured.

“I’m so scared, it hurts, I don’t want to die.” Tears were now streaming down Kenny’s face violently, as ambulance sirens could be heard in the distance.

“You hear that? That’s the sirens. You’re gonna be okay.” Kyle reassured, sending Cartman to go and wave the ambulance down.

“I’m scaredd…I..” Kenny’s eyes began to shut, open again, then shut once again. Kyle could feel tears in his eyes.

“Kenny? No, no no Kenny c’mon keep your eyes open. Come onn…no! Listen to my voice.” Kyle yelled, shaking Kenny aggressively to get him to wake up.

“They’re down here!” One of the officers called, bringing a group of men who came down and lifted Kenny up and into the stretcher.

“Please, my friends he..”

“Your friend is in good hands.” The officer annoucned.

“We need a extra hands pronto!”

“Are you alright sir are you injured?” They asked Kyle, who shakes his head in response, looking at his now bloodied pajamas.

“I’m fine, the blood isn’t mine.”

“We better take this one, his blood pressure scarily low and it seems he’s dislocated an arm.” They said, turning to Eric who shook his head.

“I’m fine.” He replied snappily, making Kyle sigh.

“Cartman don’t fight with the paramedics please, it’s not the time.” He lectured, which made Eric nod.

“Okay.”

“I’ll call your mom Cartman..”

“No! No, it’s fine, I’m fine, she doesn’t need to be worried. God knows how much trouble I be in, chicks and I right?” Eric yelled, making Kyle furrow his eyebrows confused as they all made their way to the ambulance.

“Okay..hey, wait! I want to come too.” Kyle said, moving in to where they had brought Kenny.

“Are you family?”

Kyle nodded, rubbing his forehead with frustration.

“Yeah..yeah we’re family.”

—✧

I had quickly made my way to the hospital once Kyle had called, we had to wait until the next morning but we went nonetheless. We both stopped in Cartman’s room forst to check up on him, and now it was my turn to split and check up on Kenny.

“I’m gonna go see Kenny.” I said, kissing Kyle’s cheek as I pulled away from his grasp.

“Okay love, be careful. You know the doctor said no more stress because you could…” He said sternly, making me roll my eyes as I called back, walking to the door.

“I know, I know.” I mumbled, making myself chuckle playfully.

“I love you!” He called out, making me blow him a kiss.

“I love you too!” I yelled back, before leaving and closing the door. Kyle sighed, turning to smile slightly at Eric.

“Hey.” Kyle said quietly, making Eric smile at him.

“So with Juno, everything okay with..” Eric tried to stall, hoping he could ignore the dreaded lecture from Kyle, but the angry look on his face said otherwise.

“Cut the crap Cartman.” Kyle hissed, making Eric look down was he pressed his lips together.

“Yeah. Yeah okay.” Eric mumbled, trying his hardest to avoid Kyle’s eye contact.

“You know that was a really, awful thing you did.” Kyle said angrily, gritting his teeth as he glared at Eric.

“I know.”

“Kenny could’ve died!” He shouted, not letting Eric keep talking. The room was dead silent, the only noise being the ticking of the fan from above the bed.

“He wasn’t supposed to be there.” Eric said quietly, still not looking up at Kyle, who had let his hands fall to his sides, showing just how angry he was.

“Well thank fucking God he was huh? You could’ve died!” Kyle shouted again, and Eric sighed.

“I know.”

“What the hell would have possessed you to get that close to the edge of the bridge?” Kyle snapped, making Eric sigh, finally looking up at the flaming angry expression left on his face.

“Look, it’s really not something I need to get into okay? Kenny’s fine, I’m fine, we’re all fine.”

“I don’t know what kind of sick joke you were trying to play there Cartman! Kenny’s in the hospital, he’s in a lot of pain. He almost died, and you seem like you couldn’t care at all that it’s your fault!” Kyle continued to yell, making Eric get angry now.

“I know it’s my fault goddamn it!” Eric yelled, causing Kyle to recoil slightly, shocked Eric would get so angry. “Kenny shouldn’t even have been there! I should’ve just gone over the edge like I was supposed to but the bastard had to save me!” Eric yelled, now making Kyle go quiet.

“What?”

He wasn't sure what he was supposed to say. What do you say when your friend tells you something like that?

“I don’t think I have to explain further exactly what I was doing at that bridge.” Eric said, quieter this time.

It was quiet again. Kyle stared holes into the side of Eric’s face as he looked up at the ceiling. A few tears left Eric’s cheeks. It was true that Kyle and Eric had the worst rivalry in all of South Park. They hated each other. So much so that they had to be split up in classes to prevent further outbursts. But Kyle didn’t actually hate Eric, and Eric didn’t actually hate Kyle. He didn’t know why he was admitting this to Kyle, maybe it was because he was so mad it just came out. Or maybe, after all the fighting they had, Eric realized that Kyle and him had been through the most bullshit since he was alive. Maybe he knew Kyle would understand. Or maybe he just needed to tell someone, and hoped Kyle hated him enough to let it be. Kyle wasn’t sure why either, but he did know one thing. Eric Cartman would not kill himself, Kyle wasn’t gonna let that happen.

“This is serious dude, you have to tell somebody.” Kyle said softly, his enter demeanor changing.

“I just told you, didn't I?” Eric said sarcastically, rolling his eyes. Kyle sighed instead, choosing to ignore the sarcasm dripping off Eric’s tongue.

“Yeah but, I mean someone who can help. Does your mom know?”

“No. And she doesn’t need to know. She’s going through enough right now.” Eric said, shaking his head as he clutched his forehead with frustration.

“Dude, I know we get at each other's throats a lot but you know I’m always here for you.”

“Yeah, yeah I know.”

“Hey, I’m right here talking to you now, right? No yelling. Just talking.” Kyle said, smiling kindly at Eric, who smiled back.

“Yeah, talking. It’s nice.” Eric said as he nodded. Kyle sighed, shaking his head as he frowned.

“I don’t want you to die Cartman, you’re my friend.” Kyle couldn’t help but get choked up at the thought.

“I thought you hated me.” Eric said with a chuckle, making Kyle scoff.

“I never hated you, I hated the things you said. That doesn’t mean I want you to die. And I sure as hell know Juno doesn’t.” Kyle said. The mention of her name made Eric smile.

“Kyle?”

“Yeah Cartman?”

“My mom has cancer.” Eric said, so quiet he had hoped no one could hear him. But Kyle did, Eric could tell he did by the way his eyes softened. “And, well, they don’t think she’s gonna survive. And if she doesn’t, I don’t know if I will either.”

—✧

I’m not sure when it was that Kenny and I became, Kenny and Juno. It was some time around kindergarten, when I offered him some of my lunch on our second day. Ever since he had cling to me, and I to him. We partnered together for everything, so much so even Stan started to get jealous. Something to do with our friendship, something which had sealed us in time forever, must have been when we were in 4th grade. Kenny and his family had been put into foster care after their parents had been taken. It was around the time that Kenny and I first started discovering his unkillable quality. See, growing up, I was the only person who remembered Kenny dying. Every single death. For some reason, knowing that much about a person seals your friendship forever.

“Jesus…what are you still doing here June?” Kenny asked, sitting up slightly in his spot, waking me up from where I had been napping leant against his hospital bed.

“Huh?” I mummbled, rubbing the tiredness out of my eyes as I sat up.

“Its fucking, 3 in the morning how have they not kicked you out yet?” He asked, making me smirk proudly.

“What, you’re not happy to see me?” I teased, wiggling my eyebrows as he furrowed his eyebrows at me.

“Do I even wanna know how you managed to stay?”

“Probably not.” He chuckled x before sighing as he gestured to me disappointedly.

“You should be at home Juno, you’re pregnant and on bed rest. This stress isn’t good for you.” Kenny said, resting a weak hand on my stomach. He smiled slightly when feeling the baby place a kick against his hand.

“Well I would be even more stressed at home and not next to you.” I said, smiling as I grabbed his hand. He smiled back, it was a weak smile but a smile nonetheless. “Besides, you’re not allowed to die before you're the godfather to my child. They’re gonna need an uncle Kenny if they’re gonna survive. I’m gonna need an uncle Kenny.” He sighed, shaking his head.

“Come on, you know I’d probably be back. I mean how much do we really trust that Katullo actually rid me of my power.” He teased, making me shake my head, my facial expression quickly dropping at the memory of the god.

“That doesn’t settle knowing you’ll be in pain. Just you wait til I give birth to this thing, you’ll be the one remembering my pain, see how I feel.” I remarked, making him chuckle.

“I don’t think that’s a very legitimate threat.”

“Totally is…they said you can come home tomorrow.”

“Sweet.” He cheered, fist bumping me.

“You managed to break your arm, fracture your shoulder and sprain an ankle. The rest of your injuries are a few bruises and some rough cuts that will heal soon enough. Got that sick new scar across the bridge of your nose though.” I explained, tracing his new scar carefully with my fingers. He nodded his head, looking at his reflection proudly.

“Cool.”

“Don’t worry though, you get to be my practice dummy for feeding this thing.” I teased, pointing to my bump, referring to the fact that I would be spoon feeding him until his arms healed.

“Ew, Juno I love you and all but I don’t know how Kyle would feel about me sucking your boobs.” He teased, earning a light shove from me as he laughed loudly.

“Not that you pervert! I mean I can help hand feed you til your arm heals.”

“How lovely.” He mumbled, rolling his eyes.

“I talked to your parents about it, they’re gonna let me stay with you for a week or two to help you get back on your feet.” I explained, making Kenny shake his head defiantly.

“Juno you can’t do that.” He said, making me shake my head, letting Kenny know it’s no trouble for me to help him.

“No, it’s okay really. Kyle’s okay with it, and the doctor said I need to move around a bit more anyway. Besides, I’m bringing food from home so I can cook for you and your family.”

I could hear him sigh at the thought. I had known food and money was always rough for Kenny and his family. Anytime I would stay over I would always bring something along with me to help support them. Kenny always detested, but appreciated my care for his family nonetheless.

“What if you go into early labor at my house?” He joked, making me scoff.

“Would you chill? You’re my best friend Kenny, I’m not about to not take care of you. Besides, Karen said she’ll let me sleep in her room, so I can have sleepovers with my best girlfriend.” I said happily, smiling back at Kenny at the mention of his sister. He smiled, grabbing my hand and squeezing it as much as he could with his weak arms.

“You know, you’re gonna be a great mom Juno.” He said kindly, making me rub my thumb gently against the back of his hand.

“Thanks Ken, that means a lot.”

“Where would I be without you?” He asked, making me shrug.

“Dead probably.”

“Yup, again and again and again..” he teased, making me push him as he chuckled loudly at my aggrivation. It was true, there was something to be said between a pregnant teen and her Kenny. It’s a funny thing really, the concept of soulmates. You always think of them as someone you’re meant to love romantically for the rest of your life in every universe. But I know for a fact that Kenny McCormick is my soulmate. And it may not be romantically, but I would love him forever.

[southangel]

Masterlist

Stan Marsh

Stan Marsh x GN!Reader Younger Sibling HCs (platonic)

Stan Marsh x GN!Reader Their Child HCs (platonic)

Stan Marsh x GN!Reader Twin Sibling HCs (platonic)

Stan Marsh x GN!Reader Kid In Fights HCs (platonic)

Stan Marsh x GN!Reader Younger Sibling HCs (platonic) (POST-COVID)

Stan Marsh x GN!Reader Scared of the Dark HCs (romantic)

Stan Marsh x GN!Reader NSFW Alphabet (romantic)

Stan Marsh x Fem!Reader Touch Starved HCs (romantic)

Kyle Broflovski

Kyle Broflovski x GN!Reader Their Child HCs (platonic)

Kyle Broflovski x GN!Reader Twin Sibling HCs (platonic)

Kyle Broflovski x GN!Reader NSFW Alphabet (romantic)

Kenny Mccormick

Kenny Mccormick x GN!Reader Their Child HCs (platonic)

Kenny Mccormick x GN!Reader Twin Sibling HCs (platonic)

Kenny Mccormick x GN!Reader Kid In Fights HCs (platonic)

Kenny Mccormick x GN!Reader Scared of the Dark HCs (romantic)

Kenny Mccormick x GN!Reader NSFW Alphabet (romantic)

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Eric Cartman

Eric Cartman x GN!Reader Younger Sibling HCs (platonic)

Eric Cartman x GN!Reader Their Child HCs (platonic)

Eric Cartman x GN!Reader Twin Sibling HCs (platonic)

Eric Cartman x GN!Reader Kid In Fights HCs (platonic)

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Butters Stotch

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Craig Tucker

Craig Tucker x GN!Reader SFW and NSFW HCs (romantic)

Craig Tucker x GN!Reader SFW and NSFW HCs (romantic) (Yandere)

Tweek Tweak

nothing yet..

Clyde Donovan

nothing yet..

Wendy Testaburger

Wendy Testaburger x Fem!Reader Touch Starved HCs (romantic)

Poly Relationships

nothing yet..

[parkaplayboy]

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Post Covid! Kenny x Gn! Reader HCs

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Kenny McCormick

You two met during the after party of some science convention

He really only went to recruit people to help build his time machine but stayed for the open bar

He spots you at the bar and decides to make conversation

You end up agreeing to work with him on his project & exchange numbers

Technically, your relationship started off purely platonic, but after working in close proximity for months and Kenny being a flirt, things turn romantic soon enough

He views you as his lab partner less than a subordinate which comes with pros & cons

Pros mainly being that you got to call more shots around the lab

The only con being that you have to be the one to drag him away from the lab and into bed so he can get a proper night’s sleep

Speaking of which,

Getting this man to take a break from working is like getting a five year old to eat broccoli.

He will argue with you every step of the way until his back hits the mattress and he’s snoring instantly.

Kenny may over-work himself, but he’ll be damned if he let you do it too

First time you fell asleep at your desk he picked you up and carried you to bed.

“Ken! What the hell are you doing!” “Sweetheart, I’m taking you to bed.” “No, it’s fine! I just need another red b/ull.” “Or, you need to sleep.”

He’s such a hypocrite when it comes to you.

He may not take good care of himself, but he will always take great care of you.

Since he has the scientist money, he won’t hesitate to spoil you with gifts and such!

If you even think about it, it’s already ordered & on its way.

He’s also big on affection!

Sometimes when it’s just you two in the lab he will have you sit on his lap whilst he does paperwork/online research.

If you’re the one doing the paperwork, if he’s not busy at the moment, he’ll come over and wrap his arms around you and place his head on top of yours.

At some point when working on the time machine, he tells you the full reason as to why he’s building it.

The weight of the confession sort of weighs on you, once you realize that if y’all succeed you technically will have never met him.

As if he read your mind he reassures you quickly

“I will always find my way back to you, sweetheart.” He cups your face softly, wiping your tears with his thumbs before pulling you into a soft kiss. “Now, what’s the exact address of your childhood home.”

~~~~~~~~

a/n: sorry that got a bit sad at the end, i couldn’t shake the idea of the bittersweet nature of the invention 💔

[southparkxreader]

pairings:  post covid ! kyle broflovski, kenny mccormick, stan marsh x reader. trigger warnings : age gaps . reader is in her middle twenties , everyone else is forty nine . specific uses of she/her pronouns ,  uses of y/n + l/n ( get that interactive fic extension loaded , lads  ) .  disclaimer : i haven’t written anything like this in a long time .  only interact with this post if you are 18 or above , minors are not welcomed on my blog . small intro of a future series im going to start in a fic form , putting this out there to see if anyone is interested and to get a taste for how alive the fandom is .

stay with me ... fanfic series being kenny’s assistant.

kenny has a nasty habit of losing track - it can range from his paper work , to notes when he’s going on one of his tangents and just needing to let it all out before it fleets from mind, to as simple as forgetting what day of the week it is : forgetting dates, scheduled events, that sort of thing. he really cannot coordinate his own life if it meant saving it, he’s just got too much going on, ten fold when it comes to his work -

it was kyle’s idea, actually - listening to kenny apologize yet again for forgetting one of the days they were supposed to meet up on. he sighs, exasperated, annoyed, any rational person would be when plans kept going haywire because someone couldn’t even bother to turn up “have you thought about a personal assistant ?” leaning on his kitchen counter, watching the new snow fall as he leaned into the phone “it’ll help. if it doesn’t, i’m just going to stop making plans with you.”

is he being serious ? no, but still - he’s on thin ice.

kenny starts interviewing a week later, because it really isn’t a bad idea - he’s ashamed that he never thought of it sooner. the applications come flooding through, who wouldn’t want a front row seat to a genius like him ? the things they’d get to witness first hand, new discoveries, seeing his mind in person and with a front row seat. it was too good to be true, nobody in their right mind would pass up the opportunity to put their application through.

after about a dozen interviews, he’s just about ready to give up.

then,,,, you come in - it was like he took a shot of vodka with how you snapped him awake - his eyes trail over you for a moment, he could see straight away how nervous you were - despite how much you were trying to hide it. cheeks were clearly flushed, fidgeting with your fingers before you held out a hand towards the man, smile shaky but bright as you did your best to put on a brave face, a little tremble in your hand as anxiety shot through you didn’t go missed, either  “its a pleasure to meet you, mr mccormick, truly, it’s an honour. ” 

well, right then and there, kenny thought you were just the sweetest little thing he’s ever laid his eyes on. he had his mind made up before your hands locked together, his large palm swallowing yours so easily as he sent you a dazzling smile, if any of his friends were in the room they’d make faces, sending him an accusing glare , they know the look too well and it’s anything but innocent “it’s a pleasure meet you too, mrs. l/n. you flatter me too much, please, sit - let’s begin, it says here that you - “

he has to at least pretend to be professional.

you got the phone call later that night with confirmation that you got the job.  did you dance around your apartment, scream the minute the phone call ended ? absolutely you did. now you have a chance to actually enjoy work, to do something with your life rather than dragging yourself through it, to work along side the brightest mind of their generation.

he called kyle up the minute things were confirmed. telling him it was the best and only good idea he'll ever have again. to which he responds with a "fuck you... wait, what are you talking about ... why do you sound like that?" kyle knows, he knows kenny too well not to know.

when stan, kyle and kenny next have a meet up, it’s an annoying shocked and open surprise that kenny graced them with his presence, for having the ability to turn up on time. after a lot of shit talking, kenny finally falls into speaking about you, a little too much, stan and kyle have no choice but to want to meet you.  

when they do ... ?

oh... oh they get it . 

[lovelybunn]

south park post covid main 4 w/ you in a revealing bikini ! 🍹˚ ༘

warning(s): uses of prns she/her, fem!reader, lowkey a crack post, swearing, suggestive themes

author's note: i'm pretty late to the party (and this was just stuck in my drafts) so i decided to post it now, hope you enjoy!

stan marsh

his swimming trunks don't ever fit him, either they're squeezing his balls off or they're so loose that he will almost flash some poor innocent family

"alcohol-free" by twice but with the alcohol

i mean, stan's like wasted on like five margaritas before he sees you, and when he does... oh, HOOCHIE MAMA!!

ok but fr, the moment this pot belly man sees you in that cute ass swimsuit, he is ALL OVER you.

he's gon grab you from behind and give you all kinds of sloppy neck kisses

"you're so sexy baby. i love you~"

did i forget to add that's he's an ass man?

"🎶 take that, rewind it back, usher got the voice to make your booty go– SMACK!"

ㅤ

kyle broflovski

leanly built kyle broflovski me thinks...

the only one who actually reacted like a normal grown individual out of the four of them 😐

if you have any body dysmorphia, this man will make sure you love your body just as much as he does.

don't get me wrong, he did show you off, but that was more of him making a declaration of "that's all mine, and you wish she was yours."

his hands most definitely will be glued to your hips/waist (his favorite part of your body)

anytime someone would look at you in a flirtatious way/quite literally flirt with you, he would instantly give that signature "i'm tired of your shit.™" kyle broflovski look.

forehead kisses and CONSTANT compliments

trust me, he loves the way that fabric hugs all your yummy curves 😋

ㅤ

eric cartman

this cutie patootie was shocked to see you in that. (calling cartman of all ppl that makes me want to vomit)

he tried his so very hardest to cover you up, with towels, a cover-up, his own swim-shirt, but you took it all off bc ofc you did.

istg he almost cussed a mf out for cat-calling you, he was fighting the urge to keep the true eric theodore cartman deep inside

he would hold your hand the whole time like if he let go you would vanish out of thin air lmao XD

weird headcanon, but i think eric loves seeing your hair down and wet, like all that water dripping down your body really turns him on

sunbathing is his fav past-time when going to the beach/pool

LIKE IF Y'ALL ARE TANNING TOGETHER, LAY ON HIS BIG OL TUMMY, IT'S WORTH IT ISTG, ITS LIKE A PILLOW

also cartman can't swim for shit so he stays in the shallowest part of the water at ALL TIMES. (come on, you don't wanna see his old ass drown, do you?)

ㅤ

kenny mccormick

kenny man bun, kenny man bun, KENNY MAN BUN (but fr, he doesn't like getting his hair wet so he puts it up every time y'all go to the beach/pool)

you just had to pick out a bikini that would show the most amount of cleavage, didn't you?

my man's eyes must've POPPED out of their damn sockets like a cartoon character when he saw that shit

"ah that's hot, that's hot."

every chance this dude gets he's gon come up to you like "madam, your breasts look awfully heavy, shall i hold them for you?"

but enough about kenny's obsession with boobs, i honestly feel like he'd be all kinds of lovey-dovey the whole time

hugging you, kissing you, feeling you all over,I'm pretty sure you'll have to literally bitch-slap kenny cuz this man will be attached to your hip like a tumor

also, you know that hawaiian shirt he always wears (that probably hasn't been washed in 6 months)? yeah, that thing will stay on his body the whole time unless he's in the water. but it's unbuttoned ofc, he isn't trying to die of heat stroke bruv 😕

[hoosurdaddy]

Chapter 8.

Pairing: post covid! Stan Marsh x post covid! Reader, post covid! Kenny McCormick x post covid! reader.

Triggers: 18+, cheating, smut,gaslighting, fighting.. Reader is married to Stan, bad grammar, short.. Rushing this so I'm finally finished a series

--

Since the secret was out, you hadn't heard from Stan for the past few days despite the fact you had called and texted him, begging for him to come home and how you were willing to make things rights. You hadn't really slept or talked to anyone since. You had texted Kyle to see if he found anything about Stan, from his vague replies you had suspected that he was staying with him. At least he was safe.

Heidi had texted you about the entire situation and she seemed to be the only non-judgmental person talking to you right now. South Park was a small place, rumours were easily spread. You couldn't remember much from when Stan left, but you knew your two week holiday was up and you had to return to work.

When you walked into the door of the building, you could already feel the judgmental whispers and stares, while doing your best to ignore them but you couldn't, not even Butter's glares at you each time he walked by. You couldn't even eat your lunch in peace without people looking at you. You had just sat at your desk all day, pretending to be doing something. Until a fax came through for Kenny, which you had to deliver, which would stir up more rumors'.

But you held your head high when you entered his office. And there he was. His face was still swollen, you couldn't imagine how it looked before with all the blood. His lip was cut, his nose and eye were black, along with a few bruises on his arm. "Hey." You whispered as you handed him the fax, which he muttered a thank you.

You stood there for a moment as Kenny got a few more sheets for you to take out to your desk. "Why."

Kenny knew that the two of you were hot gossip around South Park, especially after the incident that took place at iHop. Kenny could see your eyes were sad and tired. You were a mess, you looked even worst than he did.

Kenny just shrugged. "You said you felt guilty."

"I do, but that was up to me to tell Stan."

"You weren't the only person involved."

There was no denying that Kenny was hurt, physically and mentally. He was always in pain from watching Stan hug and kiss, especially on your wedding day when Stan slipped that ring on your pretty finger, Kenny knew he had fallen in deep. Kenny always wanted you. You made him so fucking happy, you made Kenny feel like human. Even the nights when you'd rearrange plans with Stan to be with him. Kenny craved you so badly, but after this week events; he wasn't sure what was going to happen to either of you.

"If this was you trying to get back at me for ending things than fine. I guess I deserve it, but Stan did not." Kenny could take a thousand beatings from Stan and be okay, but with you, talking about your 'mistake' made Kenny want to remove him eyes. "I'm sorry Ke-."

Kenny held his hands up to stop you. "No, I'm sorry." Kenny figured this would have you running into his arms for him to take you back, but if anything, it made him look disgusting. "I have to go, faxes, lunch.." He rambled, moving past his desk and pasted you, leaving you standing there.

--

Tired, you dragged yourself into the house. You saw your parents car along with Stan's outside your house, and you could only think the worst. All you wanted to do was throw yourself onto the couch and cry yourself to sleep (somewhat). It surprised you Stan was home, but also extremely happy and nervous about what you were walking into.

In the kitchen, your dad sat there with Stan, laughing and smiling as your mom cooked what looked like to be burgers. Stan loved your dad, he was a stable father figure to him when his wasn't available. Stan always loved the feeling of family, and being around your family had helped Stan in his sobriety, especially when you both decided you wanted children.

"Honey." Your mom greeted as she walked up to you and hugged you while your dad smiled at you. Stan sat there, stoned face, but your parents didn't seem to notice. "Stan invited us to dinner. We're so glad you're home." Your dad continued, patting Stan on the back.

"Yeah, today was.. mad." Your voice was dry.

"Yeah, Stan was filling me in on all that happened this week."

You internally panicked, wondering what your husband had just told your parents. You figured it was nothing serious, or else your parents wouldn't be happy. You looked at Stan, who shook his head, letting you know that you were safe and that he didn't say anything about your affair. Your parents stayed for dinner, your dad had to much fun doing the wash up with Stan. They were both laughing and joking, while your mom sat with you, discussing about Uncle Derek's latest adventure to Australia.

When your parents finally left, you went upstairs to your bedroom. You noticed what a mess the room was in with Stan's clothes everywhere. You figured he was moving his stuff out. You heard foot steps coming up the stairs, it was Stan.

"What Stan? I'm a lying slut, you hate me."

"I don't hate you." Stan announced, leaning against the door. "Trust me, I want too. Some of us take our vows more serious than others." He continued, walking over to were you were sitting on the bed as he reached over to hold your hand. "I had called your parents to come get your stuff, and tell them about what had happened, but when they got here and I began talking to them.. You know your dad doesn't think I'm a total loser, he told me he was proud of my sobriety even while running a whiskey company." Stan let out a chuckle. His own dad never told him he was proud of him, let alone try help him get sober when he needed to be most. But he done it, and he would do it again.

"You were never a loser." You muttered, squeezing Stan's hand as you listened to him ramble. You had to becareful with your words. "Listen, I get it when we divorce you can still be friends with my dad."

"Divorce?" Stan shook his head. He wasn't going to throw away his entire marriage over a mistake that you made. "No way. Y/N I am not throwing away my whole fucking marriage over McCormick, okay? I don't know how but you're going to fix it."

You inhaled as you stared at him. You hadn't even considered fixing your marriage since that didn't seem like what Stan wanted, but he did. He was willing to give you a second chance. Stan wrapped his arms around you as you cried into his chest. The past few days had been lonely without him.

"Stop crying." Stan whispered as he hugged you. "You're going to make things right."

"How? How can I make any of this better?"

Stan sighed as he pulled away from you. "I wanted to tell you when things were right.. But there was a buy out on an old whisky company in Wyoming, and my company bought it.. It would be great to expand the market and for growth of the company, which means when the company is starting I will have to be in Wyoming a lot, which is about a seven hour drive." Stan started. "I want you to quit your job and move to Wyoming with me to start a new life without Kenny."

"Stan, I-"

"I am not giving up on this marriage because of Kenny. No way." Stan gripped your hands tightly. "You can fix this by leaving your job, and coming to Wyoming with me. We can have a fresh start, where no one knows who we are, or what has happened..So are you going too?"

You shrugged. "I don't know."

"You don't know?" Stan didn't think he was being unreasonable by asking so much. After all, you were the one who ruined your marriage when you decided to sleep with his best friend. He could of divorced you and went to a strip club, like Kyle had suggested. But he didn't. He wanted you. He wasn't going to lose you to Kenny. You had to work your ass off to make this right, and until Stan could forgive you; he would be the one in charge. "I can tell you my decision."

"Can I think about it? I'd be leaving my parents, our friends."

"I don't think you'd wanna hear what our so called friends are saying about you right now." Stan spat at you, making your head drop. He was right.

You nodded. Stan stood up as he planted a kiss onto your forehead. "I'll give you till Tuesday to think about it, 4:30. You better have a decision." You nodded again, feeling the tears welling back up in your eyes but this time, Stan wiped your eyes and gave you a kind smile (which you didn't deserve). "I'm going to stay at Kyle's until then. I'll see you soon with a decision."

You nodded again. Stan had left. You checked the day on the calendar, seeing that it was Saturday. You had a whole two days to make a decision that will affect the rest of your life, but regardless the consequence of your actions, and now you were paying for it.

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Eating for... Three!?

pairing - Kenny McCormick x black! fem reader

genre/tags - pregnant reader, twin babies, tooth rotting fluff

notes - 1.7k words. yes this is a pregnancy fic, no i won't be detailing the birth but the journey? oh yes please. do i wanna be a mother? hell no. do i love family fluff, sims family gameplay, the idea or stories of happy families, think that babies are adorable? yes.

summary - You know about Kenny's upbringing, where he came from, and how if he ever had kids he wanted to do better than his parents. The first night you heard about it you saw the determination in those blue eyes and felt your heart melt, he really wanted to go above and beyond for his own. When you brought up baby names he was a little bit curious but didn't want to pressure you into it. So that night, while you two were about to sleep, you brought up trying for a baby. He could barely contain himself.

"Ken, I want a baby." You were both winding down for the night. Him in just boxers, the covers and laptop covering his legs, and you in a bonnet and silk night gown. He immediately stopped what he was doing on his laptop and looked over at you, shocked and excited. You've mentioned baby names before, it wasn't like you guys weren't having sex whenever he had free time, but did that mean you were off of your birth control? "A..are you sure?" He had to take a pause at the start of his sentence, still startled by the sudden reality he was in. He has already set aside the laptop, slightly turned to face you in bed; eager and trying to control his enthusiasm but that was impossible. When you nodded he pulled you into a hug and kissed your face as you laughed and hugged him back. "Yup, been thinking on it for a bit and figured we might as well." You said as he pulled away and you looked into his blue eyes. "You've always wanted a family, and I wasn't fully against it just concerned of what the child would be brought into." You looked around at the huge bedroom, the floor to ceiling windows covered by blinds, walk in closet connected to a bathroom and vanity. "I think we'll do great." You gave him a light kiss and whispered, "There may be a chance we'll have one already."

It definitely didn't take too long either, given Kenny's drive and him taking off work for the next few weeks he could. You two were like rabbits around the mansion, save for the nursery you set aside. One day decorating it, with Kenny doing the heavy lifting, you took in everything. How ornate, adorable, and welcoming the room was. "Kenny," you said to him as he was hanging up picture frames that were yet to be filled. "Yes, my love?" You couldn't help but smile, as he looked over at you and came to your side. He pulled you into a side hug, taking in the room with you, "We're going to spoil this kid rotten."

WEEK 0-13 (0-3 Months)

You've seen and heard about morning sickness but was hoping, praying, that it'd miraculously pass you. It didn't. Neither did the other side effects you read about with you husband.

Kenny held your braids back while you were puking in the toilet, tying the box braids into a high ponytail and rubbing your back. "It'll be over soon darling." He told you, doing his best to reassure you and immensely grateful you're willing to be the mother of his children, your children. He didn't mind the constant trips to the bathroom to pee, whenever he noticed you were tired he was quick to get you to rest.

"Kenny I'm fine, just a little..." You yawned, laying in bed next to him. "Tired. Please get some rest, your body needs it." Not being able to resist his request; being obviously very sleepy and so comfy in the warm covers, smooth sheets, and plush mattress, you only gave him a look in protest before drifting off. By the time you were awake again he already had clothes set out for you to get ready for the appointment to check in on the baby. He helped you get ready every step of the way with some protest from you. "I ain't even showing yet Ken, you don't have to wait on me hand and foot." He simply shrugged, having the both of you take the elevator down instead of the stairs. "I just love pampering you. You're my lovely wife, who's carrying our precious child, even if they're not fully formed yet." You let out a small chuckle at his words.

The baby was fine, right where they should be with no complications, but you were facing the changes of having the little one around. Looking online it seemed that it'd just get more intense as it went on. Your sense of smell made it so that there was the sent of lavender, pine sol and coco butter throughout the mansion. Whenever Kenny asked what you wanted to eat the cravings and aversions grew stronger. Foods you didn't like before, you now hated a few and found others delicious. Foods you did like before became strong favorites. Though that wasn't the only thing that fluctuated.

Kenny was understanding during your mood swings. There to comfort or reassure with whatever you were sobbing so much about and quick to step back and listen whenever you were pissed. "Don't fuckin' touch me. My god, everything is pissing me off. Why are the people at the office so incompetent? We're both not there for a couple of weeks and they wanna blow up my phone. The hell they reaching out to me for?" Kenny was listening to your rant as he answered emails in bed with you as the TV played, knowing it'd pass eventually. "No idea dear, but after 6 meetings that could've been emails. I completely understand how you fee-" He looked over to see your deadpan expression and immediately took back his words.

WEEKS 14-27 (3-6 Months)

As the baby grew so did your cravings and so did your stomach. When going for another ultrasound with Kenny, wearing shades and having security do their best to keep off journalists and paparazzi, you were both surprised to discover the news. The obstetrician, a black woman you had personally requested from the start, was analyzing the monitor and making sure she was seeing things right. "Yeah, that's..." she said pausing for a second and turning the monitor to you and your husband. "Looks like you're having two little one's Mrs.Mccormick." Hearing the news your worries had melted away to pure joy and astonishment as you squeezed Kenny's hand. The blonde was just as excited, there'd be two additions to the family soon.

Then came baby names, along with the little ones deciding to make themselves known with each press to your belly. If they weren't stretching their hands or feet, it felt like your stomach was doing flips. Kenny would rub your belly with lotion after a bath and talk to them, earning small kicks and you letting him know that they hear him. You still made an effort to be capable and move around but your body definitely wasn't what it was, not to mention the little ones reminding you that you're their mommy now. When your feet and ankles swelled or your body was aching? Immediate bedrest, ordered by none other than your husband of course. "Ken I'm fine, I can get up and-" every protest was met with a 'No.' and kisses to your cheek or forehead. He waited on you hand and foot, no buts or exceptions.

The baby shower was small, with just a few friends and family. Being that Kenny is a famous philanthropist; the announcements, unveilings, and multiple interviews you both had, just made it easier.

Of course, before the baby shower, he made the announcement of y'all having little ones soon to the presses. "Yes we're having children. Now, if you could please give us some privacy." He was very blunt with it and it made some headlines but that wasn't for you to worry about.

There were balloons, a small cake decorated to look like a crib with little blocks that spelled 'welcome babies'. Looking around at the colors, (pastel purple and yellow) two-tiered diaper cake, and the table crowded in baby clothes and toys you thought 'These babies are gonna be spoiled past rotten.' You wouldn't have it any other way though. From the start you always wanted to give your children everything they could ever want and more and with their father growing up and being who he is, it was a recipe for the most loved and gifted children.

WEEKS 28 - 42 (6-9 Months)

At this point, there wasn't much fighting on your end of being pampered. The only time you were out of bed, you went to the bathroom or your husband helped you in and out of the tub. The twins were ready to leave and with each passing day, their restless movements made that well known. All that was left in the wake of the twins was just them pulling a circ-de-solei whenever they felt like it. When it was strong but not enough to stop you in your tracks, adorable, and whenever it wasn't Kenny was there to try and make you laugh or aid you in any way possible. "Don't make me come in there." He was holding your belly, looking down and talking to them. For some reason that would get them to stop moving or, "You're hurting mommy." then there was no movement from either of them.

When it was around go time, Kenny was more than prepared. He had a set car, chauffeur, everything packed. The months before he was reading parenting books along with you, maybe even more than you. A few times you'd wake up in the middle of the night to pee, you'd catch him wide awake reading and something about that made you feel better. Kenny was always a doting husband. Not just through expensive gifts, date nights, or vacations but also being there for you through anything. He'd help take down your protective styles, watch videos on how to do and take care of your hair. Over the pregnancy you were in an afro most of the time. Partialy out of tiredness, carrying two became a hassle over time, and the other half because when you caught sight of yourself; you felt a sense of pride and immense joy. You were a mother, you're a mother.

The little ones took their time coming out. Enough time for there to be little moments between you and your husband that were more sweet than nearly crushing his hand. Though when the pair was born, and you held them in your arms as your husband got a picture before holding one of them himself. That same feeling came back, your hair was back in a protective style but that didn't change anything. Your crotchet braids were done by a professional before the due date, they held up nice; save for the edges because of the sweat, but as Kenny slicked them back and kissed your forehead you just smiled. 'Im a mother.' and as you thought that, the little girl in your arms held your finger with her tiny hand.

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