#i love kenny sm

[fuqnia]

I Wait for You

kenny mccormick x reader

(❁´◡`❁) | [A/N] this oneshot was inspired by 'I Wait for You' by Alex G. also, this oneshot ties into my long fanfic! [also this isn't my best work im so sorry ):]

(❁´◡`❁) | Warning(s) : none

(❁´◡`❁) | Synopsis : Kenny sneaks into your room, hiding bruises and secrets. After a desperate plea and a soft kiss, he’s gone by morning, leaving you determined to uncover the truth.

The walk home from Stark’s Pond left your head swirling. The strange symbols you’d seen etched into the snow around the crime scene, the eerie quiet of the woods, and the two shadowy figures moving in the distance—it all stuck with you, settling in your chest like a lead weight. South Park was always weird, but this? This was something else.

When you reached your house, the familiar silence did little to settle the unease clinging to you. Your dad was still working late, and the house felt almost too still. You locked the door behind you, grabbed a glass of water from the kitchen, and went upstairs to your room. Peering out your window into the night, the feeling didn’t leave. It was like the darkness outside was watching you.

“Get a grip,” you muttered, snapping the blinds shut. “There’s no one out there.”

You changed into your pajamas and brushed your teeth, trying to shake the paranoia. But as you slipped into bed, pulling the covers tight around you, sleep refused to come. Every creak of the house and rustle of leaves outside sent your heart racing. You told yourself you’d deal with it tomorrow. Tomorrow, you’d find out who—or what—had been at Stark’s Pond.

But tonight, sleep felt impossible.

A faint sound made your eyes snap open.

At first, you thought you’d imagined it. But then it came again—a soft, deliberate tap against your window. Your pulse quickened as you turned to look, the shadowy outline of a figure outside making your breath catch.

Heart hammering, you slipped out of bed and crept toward the window, your fingers trembling as you pulled back the blinds. And there he was—Kenny McCormick, crouched on your roof, grinning at you like he’d just won the lottery.

You unlocked the window and slid it open just enough to hiss, “What the hell are you doing?”

“Hey babe” he said, his voice low and playful. “Mind letting me in? It’s freezing out here.”

With an exasperated sigh, you stepped back, giving him just enough space to climb through the window. He swung his legs over the ledge with practiced ease, landing softly on your carpet.

“What’s wrong with the door like a normal person?” you asked, crossing your arms.

“Didn’t want to risk your dad catching me,” he said, shrugging. “Figured this was safer.”

“You could’ve texted,” you muttered, watching as he pulled back his hood. That’s when you noticed it—the faint bruise on his jaw, the cut just below his cheekbone. Your heart sank.

“Kenny,” you said, your voice quieter now. “What happened?”

He tilted his head, flashing you his usual smirk. “What? This?” He touched his jaw lightly, wincing a little. “You should see the other guy.”

“This isn’t funny,” you said, your voice sharper than you intended. “You’re hurt. Again.”

“It’s nothing,” he said with a shrug, his voice light. “Don’t worry about it, babe.”

“Stop calling me babe,” you snapped, though your cheeks warmed at the word. “I’m serious, Kenny. You’ve been acting weird for weeks now. Bruises, cuts, sneaking out—what’s going on?”

His smirk faltered for a moment, something unreadable flickering in his eyes. “Maybe I just like keeping you guessing,” he said lightly, though his voice didn’t carry the usual teasing edge.

You stared at him, your arms crossed tightly over your chest. “You think this is a game? I’m serious, Kenny. If you won’t tell me what’s going on, I’ll figure it out myself.”

His grin returned, though it didn’t reach his eyes. “That’s cute. Really.”

“Kenny,” you said, your voice firm. “I mean it.”

He let out a long sigh, leaning back on his hands. “You’re a stubborn one, you know that?”

“Because I care about you,” you said, your voice breaking slightly. “Why can’t you just be honest with me?”

His grin faltered, and for a split second, the usual sharpness in his gaze dulled, replaced by something raw and unguarded. Then, before you could blink, his hands gripped your waist, pulling you closer with a suddenness that stole your breath.

“Please,” he said, his voice low and strained, the teasing edge gone. “Don’t. Just—don’t do this right now.”

“Kenny,” you began, but he cut you off.

“Stop,” he said, his hands tightening around your waist. His forehead dropped to rest against yours, his breath shaky. “Please, [Y/N]. Just let it go. Just for tonight. I can’t—I can’t talk about this.”

The desperation in his voice made your chest ache. “Kenny, I just want to help you—”

“I know,” he interrupted, his voice cracking slightly. “I know you do, and that’s why I’m asking you to stop. Please.”

You stared at him, your heart breaking at the sight of him so vulnerable, so unlike the Kenny you thought you knew. His usual bravado, his smirks and quips—they were all gone, replaced by a boy who looked like he was barely holding himself together.

“Come to bed,” he whispered, his voice barely audible. “Please. Just come to bed.”

Your resolve faltered, the weight of his hands on your waist grounding you in the moment. Slowly, you nodded. “Okay. But this isn’t over.”

He let out a shaky breath, his grip on you loosening as he stepped back. “Deal.”

You crawled into bed, pulling the covers up to your chin. Kenny slipped in beside you, his arm wrapping around you immediately, holding you close like you were the only thing tethering him to reality. His warmth seeped into your skin, his steady breath brushing against your hair.

For a moment, the tension eased. The questions, the unease, the fear—they could all wait. All that mattered now was the way Kenny’s hand rested lightly on your arm, the way his presence filled the emptiness you hadn’t realized was there.

“You’re impossible,” you muttered, though your voice lacked any real irritation.

“And you love it,” he replied, his voice low and teasing.

“Debatable,” you said, but the faint smile tugging at your lips betrayed you.

The silence stretched between you, comfortable and warm. Then, just as your eyelids began to grow heavy, you felt his lips press softly against your temple. The kiss was fleeting, almost hesitant, but it sent a quiet warmth spreading through your chest.

“Goodnight, [Y/N],” he whispered.

When you woke, the bed was empty. The spot beside you was cold, the covers rumpled. You sat up, blinking sleep from your eyes, and turned toward the window. It was open just a crack, the curtains shifting slightly in the breeze.

He was gone.

You stared at the empty space where he’d been, your chest tightening with the weight of his absence. He was a mystery, that much was true. But if he thought you’d let this go, he didn’t know you as well as he thought.

Whatever he was hiding, you’d figure it out. And no matter how many times he disappeared, no matter how many walls he tried to put up, you’d wait.

You’d always wait for him.

[yantheallmighty]

I haven't uploaded in so long so here is Clem and Kenny bcz I love them very much :55

[shhroomer]

I love this orange airpod

[fishing4trash]

I drew the main 4!

[mashedmangos]

This family makes me sad

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

merch has arrived ….. merch is home TAT

[skepticdoe]

stop no, one thing i absolutely CANNOT emotionally handle is Kenny angst, especially when it’s written really well and ACTUALLY delves into his problems

Like first off he’s living in extreme poverty with two not very good parents

He has two siblings even though their family is struggling to afford food as is

His parents own a meth lab

He’s been put into foster care

His whole martyr complex with the whole mysterion thing

AND HE CANT EVEN DIE TO GET OUT OF IT?? AND HE STILL FEELS THE PAIN EVERY SINGLE GODDAMN TIME??

i literally can’t i have such a soft spot for Kenny 😭 and even though his whole personality usually (unfortunately) gets watered down to comedic, flirty, sex obsessed, i still can’t!!

I always want to think that he has a comfortable warm living environment in the future that’s safe and lets him live a peaceful life with his siblings and the ones he holds dear 😭🩷

[icantwonderhoythepainaway]

(The other half)

I decided to draw out my hc appearances for these characters (which changed since my last hc appearances post) in a silly artstyle teehee

[everythingwasnormalhere]

been thinking about chronic pain kenny this morning

about how on bad pain days butters will cuddle him until he feels better

about how when he eventually gets mobility aids, jimmy suggests him to decorate them, and they go buy stickers together

about kenny saying "i fell" about his bruises, everyone thinking it's an excuse for abuse, but he did indeed fall

about kyle and stan standing up for him against cartman

about his friends accomodating him and helping him out whenever he needs it

about his siblings staying with him on bad days when butters can't

about him not getting better, but slowly becoming a lot happier and getting the support he deserves<3

[buttery-chaos]

finally got to draw smth and decided to draw some kiddos

[kenniko]

video was just them can't stop touching each other

THE HUG WAS SO WHOLESOME ☹️☹️

[sp4ce-g1rl]

ummm hey guys does anyone still even fw south park 🙁

[sweaty-toothed-mad-woman]

baby when I met you

there was peace unknown

i set out to get you

with a fine tooth comb

i was soft inside

there was something going on

[shhroomer]

here’s some of my favorite moments from season 12 so far that i drew!

[canthejustboremetodeath]

watched a couple episodes south park today and just remembered my love for kenny

[vvanini]

mmmm wanted to draw them so have an annoyed kyle, a scheming butters, mysterion & toolshed, tweek and a creature