#that like im trying to sleep for work tomorrow

[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.

[wildwoof]

Also the fact that Koga cherishes & takes highly great care of the guitar Rei told him to keep?? Like it wasn't QUITE a gift, nor like a proper "I'm passing this down to you" sort of deal, but that didn't matter to Koga. It was something that mattered so significantly to him.

[nebulaedaniel]

terrible influence is the most accurate show name ever bc why was i cooking dinner and seriously considering if i would be able to get to the oslo show tomorrow and then back home the same day

[kohakhearts]

im still pretty fresh out the psych ward so i have some pretty bad writers block as you can probably imagine however i have also been coping with my suicidal depression slash burn-out induced leave from work by watching shitty christmas romcoms. and im not at a point yet where i can Write the fic so bear with me while i just get the plot bunny hopping here. or whatever

so anyway im brainstorming all the sickening holiday tropes i can that i can feasibly put two guys who are in the most intense fake dating gay chicken relationship you can imagine before one of them breaks and goes ok you got me i actually liked it when you grabbed my ass and called me darling or whatever. obviously it’ll take a lot to get to that point because the pride is bigger than the ego or something like that so i’m open to suggestions here but. so far ive got

ice skating. timeless classic. character a sucks and keeps falling on their ass and character b is, for some stupid reason, a total pro at this and is going to do all the waist-grabbing-slash-hand-holding-slash-laughing-at-character-a that that necessitates. probably pretty obvious who is the bitch who cannot skate and who is the one laughing at him. and also catching him when he falls and being a total jerk about it. because isn’t that just a wholesome mental image

the quintessential only one bed obviously. this has more to do with the circumstances of the plot in my head than it being christmastime specifically but the holiday rush factors in there somewhere. never mind the whole fake dating angle

the whole Thing is christmas parties and whats a christmas party without a) too much wine and b) some well-placed mistletoe. and yeah maybe c) some stupid matching ugly christmas sweaters. i will never get sick of that one

gingerbread house decorating. but theyre forced to be collaborative about it. someone dies. its the most godawful gingerbread house anyone has ever seen. but thats really damaging to their prides so they really get their shit together for a beautiful 15 or so minutes and kind of make it look better and still lose the competition anyway because 15 minutes of harmony does not negate 45 minutes of throwing candy at each other like bullets. with the very real intention of Causing Pain

some kind of excuse to have them walk around together with a group of people in the evening when its dark and they can admire the christmas lights. whether it’s some kind of holiday charity work or just seeing the christmas lights or, god forbid, carolling, there is something to be said about the experience of slipping on a patch of ice on a cold winters night and having the worst time of your life because your so-called boyfriend think its hilarious that you just ate total shit. thats romance babey

last-minute christmas shopping…already a nightmare ordeal but now you have to do it because you and your fake boyfriend need to bring a joint gift to a christmas party but you cant agree on anything, ever. they are getting kicked out of no fewer than 5 stores guaranteed

ok i think im all out of holiday torture scenarios but well. i’m sure i’ll be back. ideally with actual writing but everyone is telling me to take small steps so. we’ll get there if we get there and if not then that’s ok too

[innalheid]

Feeling very Ascension by Gorillaz ft Vince Staples at 2:18

[danielnelsen]

things aren’t going well with peach. while i think my dad’s very right to be concerned that she hasn’t eaten anything in nearly 60 hours (obviously i am too), im becoming increasingly concerned that she hasn’t slept at all in around 36 hours and prior to that she was under anaesthetic, which isn’t exactly restful, so it’s closer to 48 hrs

like dad took her back to the vet today and we’ve got injections for her painkillers now because she’s not eating, and also injections for fluids (because she doesn’t drink; she only gets water from her food), so the not eating is Bad but also kinda under management, but if she doesn’t sleep soon i’m extremely worried. dad was like ‘if she doesn’t eat by tomorrow afternoon we’ll take her back because the injections will run out’ but like. if she doesn’t sleep tonight we have GOT to take her back first thing in the morning so they can sedate her or something

[beebeedibapbeediboop]

To my commissioners, I'm currently pretty sick and bedridden but I'll get back on my work soon! Sorry if there is any delay..

[ra-vio]

semester is almost over. im dying

[lovaboy]

do you ever think like. “oh well maybe next time!” but about your entire life

[orcelito]

Did driving practice today. Actually did parallel parking practice this time, even tho I really didn't want to still. Finally got it into my head that I can maybe do this.

SO......

I have scheduled my driving test. For November 13th, 3 weeks from today.

[depresseddepot]

yeah okay. maybe it is actually all worth it

[akascow]

the fact i can stay up for over 24 hrs while already running on less than 10 hrs of sleep before that and still have yet to be a normal about of tired is both surprising and FUCKING ANNOYING

[opens-up-4-nobody]

...

[autism-disco]

0% chance of rain and its actually pissing it down

[ratwars]

I love pavloving myself with music for writing I've done it twice now and it has made it so easy to pick things up. First with the Roses and Revolutions coffee shop playlist for Angel Collective, now with The Cure's Disintegration for The Same Deep Water as You. It is like a cheat code to productivity, but it only works if the music fits my writing and that is not something I can just conjure up every time.

[todaysromano]

03.10.2024

Today, Romano went grocery shopping to get his favorite food, pasta!

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