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Helping Hand

A Kenny McCormick fiction

all characters are 18+ in their senior year of hs

:)

“I don’t know what it is Heidi, but he’s just cute! I can’t figure out what it is that I find so attractive about him,” (y/n) mumbled out as she hurried past the other students in the hallway.

It was the first thing in the morning when Heidi cornered her about her crush.

“(y/n) you hardly ever see his face, let alone hear him clearly.” Heidi joked, laughing quietly beside her friend. 

“Y’know Heidi, I never bring up your crushes, new and old,” She glanced at her friend as she reached her locker. Heidi bristled slightly, knowing (y/n) meant Cartman. 

(y/n) stooped down to her locker, wanting to be out before the person above her showed up. She twisted the dial on her locker, ignoring the embarrassed shuffle of her friend. The locker refused to give, making her groan.

“I don’t know why you haven’t changed lockers yet, you can never get this one open.”

“Well Heidi, I’ve grown attached to my locker. It’s in a good spot.” This was a lie. (y/n) kept this locker because Kenny had the locker above hers, and most of their interactions were him opening her sticky locker for her.

She had entered her combination three times before the first bell rang, signaling that students have five minutes to get to their first class. Growing more and more frustrated, (y/n) fell back onto her butt with a huff.

“Well, while you figure that out, I’m gonna get to class. Have fun!” Heidi waved while speeding off to her own class.

“God damnit dude..” She grumbled. “Where’s Kenny when you need- Jesus!” 

A shadow loomed over her suddenly, causing her to jump towards her locker. There above her, stood none other than Kenny. She could see the smile in his eyes, considering her.

“Hey (y/n),” His expressive eyes beamed at her through the brown fur of his hood. His gaze flitted over to her locker, then back to her.

“Heidi’s right y’know, you should get a different locker if you can’t get this one to open.” He chided, his larger hands swooping down to twist the dial efficiently for her.

(y/n) gulped lightly, realizing he had heard some of her conversation. “Yeah, just.. I dunno, this one’s in a good spot.” She fumbled for a lie, hoping Kenny didn’t sense the wild butterflies that exploded in her stomach.

He chuckled at her. “This locker is the farthest from any class and any door.” He looked at her skeptically. He opened her locker first try, crouching down beside her as he freely looked inside her locker.

He admired the way the textbooks were organized by period, a couple scraps of paper settled on the little shelf above. He fingered through the papers, catching sight of little doodles on them. He smiled.

“Why do you really want this locker? Be honest,” He said, his voice lowered, as he used a deft finger to pull his hood down, revealing his unruly blonde hair.

(y/n) took this rare opportunity to look at Kenny, unabashedly. Her breathing quickened at his tone, a fluttering in her heart making her stutter.

He just looked so pretty, how Heidi didn’t see it baffled her.

Kenny could only grin wider as she ogled him without shame. “Hello? Earth to (y/n)?” He raised his hand to her chin, lifting her head so she could look him in the eye.

“Um. Right.” She cleared her throat and looked away from him. “I just like this spot, you’re a good... locker buddy?” She said lamely, her mind muddled with just Kenny.

His blinked at her, then laughed. “Cute. That’s cute.”

Her cheeks darkened further, she looked away nervously, feeling embarrassed. Was he laughing at her?

He leaned further towards her, now just a few inches away from her face. His eyes were burning into her own (e/c) eyes. He was waiting for any sign from her, that told him what he was doing was okay.

She felt like she was on fire and the only relief she could get was from Kenny. Her eyes lowered to his lips, then up to his eyes. He watched her and decided that was enough.

He kissed her gently, sweetly. His hand held her cheek, his tongue stroking her own. Against his better judgement, he pulled away. 

He grinned at her, seeing the dazed look in her eyes.

“The combination is twelve, eight, ten by the way. Not twelve, ten, eight.”

With that, Kenny stood, and walked away quickly to his first class. She sat there, on the floor surrounded by her bag and a couple books.

“Wait...” Realization flooded her. “Kenny! Are you serious?”

He could only laugh as he turned the corner, fleeing from her.

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It was lunch, and Heidi noticed the silence from (y/n). She began to grow suspicious as she watched her expression intently. Heidi noticed the permanent blush on her face and the spacey look in her eyes.

From across the cafeteria, she spotted Kenny who was looking at (y/n) with his hood down, a smile on his face. It dawned on her instantly.

“HOLY SHIT.” 

(y/n) jumped to stand, shielding Heidi from the curious looks she was getting.  “No, Heidi no, please I’m so embarrassed!” (y/n) whispered desperately, glancing back at Kenny as he seemed to be laughing mischievously.

She sat down heavily covering her face as all she could hear was Heidi cackling, triumphantly. 

“I knew something was up.” She concluded. “I got the sixth sense (y/n),”

#kenny mccormick #south park #fluff #idk what this is #embarrassed reader #x reader

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loved you like the sun - Kenny McCormick

This takes place before the events of Curling Smoke.

this is unedited and completely unrevised so read this carefully lol

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Despite anything, (y/n)’s gaze always found Kenny, her heart heavy with a longing unbecoming of someone her age. She followed her dear friend, her affections relentless against Kenny’s oblivion. He would babble excited about his newest attraction, a girl more defined than she was at that point.

Over time, her (e/c) eyes would dull, along with the painful ebb in her aching heart. She would nod and smile, encouraging Kenny as he would try to convince her that this newest fling of his would be it for him, surely.

Smokey brown eyes followed her, unbeknownst to the heart-broken girl. Christophe would linger on the edge of her vision, but her mind was constantly to wrapped up in Kenny. He watched as her kind, demure demeanor faded, leaving behind a quiet shell of a girl.

They grew quickly, progressing through middle school, and onto their junior year of high school. In their changes, (y/n) grew more defined, the newly formed shape of her body noticeable through her usual skinny jeans but hidden under the expanse of her favorite hoodie.

(y/n) found it best to distance herself from Kenny, after a particularly nasty argument they shared.

“Why are you being weird about this, (y/n)?” Kenny looked at her, bewildered. His gaze was sharp, defensive.  She stifled under his look, her own form wilting. “I-It’s just that, you know... She has a reputation,”

Kenny laughed now, his hand holding his stomach lightly. “So what, because she’s experienced she’s too good for me?” His gaze scanned her slowly, making his own vicious analyzation of her.

“I think you’re just upset over the fact that I’ve finally found someone.” His eyebrows scrunched together as he tilted his head to her.

Kenny was hurt by her, and he intended to hurt her back. “Maybe if you dressed up, showed off a little someone like me would swoop in and make a move on you. Cause that’s what you want right?” His blue eyes pierced her, his words slicing through her wounded heart.

She stared at him, hurt beyond belief. “Kenny...” Tears gathered on her thick lashes, but she looked away, refusing him the satisfaction of seeing how he had hurt her.

How Kenny had changed so much from the boy she had loved so deeply, was beyond her, but she was over trying to understand.

Across the school-yard stood Christophe, silent as he pretended to listen to what Gregory was saying. Kenny’s sharp eyes didn’t miss this, and his eyes narrowed. His anger was misplaced, and he hadn’t realized. His own morbid jealousy of the French boy had morphed into a hostility that grew and would eventually be released against her.

Before him stood a girl, so wounded by him, and he refused to allow regret to bloom in his chest. This girl had loved him like the sun, and he spoiled it for himself.

“Right. You’re right Ken.” She muttered, rubbing her arms as she felt the cold of South Park’s winter pierce through her hoodie. Her shoulders quaked as she looked at him. She allowed her weakened love to surface in her bleary (e/c) eyes.

She turned away from him, her hand raising half-heartedly as she waved. With her back to Kenny, she allowed her tears to fall. 

Her hurt escaped Kenny, leaving him to simmer in his own subdued self-loathing, but Christophe saw. He always saw her.

#south park #kenny mccormick #christophe delorne #unrequited love #hurt no comfort lol

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Curling Smoke

Always the consumer, never the composer. This is my first time writing and actually posting something to Tumblr.

I’ve recently fallen into watching South Park and it’s pretty much thrown me into the rabbit hole that was my 2012 Fanfiction era. So, here’s a drabble. I haven’t decided who the final love interest is yet lmfao.

word count: idk man

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Conversations blended into others and melted into the latest songs that pumped from the speakers that kept their senior party in motion.

How she got here, she had no clue, but now she sat deep in a couch next to Christophe, a friend she kept close ever since she met him. He was a loyal person, and although cruel and closed off, she could tell he saw her as a dear friend with how his eyes would soften at the sight of her sad expressions.

(y/n) was an enigma in South Park. Usually quiet, just wanting to get through her day with minimal problems. The girl held no quarrel with other students, wanting only to help others rather than create troubles. Donned in skinny jeans and deep maroon shirt with a plunging neckline, she was comfortable

Leaning into the side of her friend, she took the joint he had rolled and sat it between her lips. She just wanted to drown the feeling of doom that existed as a cloud over her head out and relax tonight. She didn’t want to think about how she could be more than a grocery store cashier, or how she could amount to something greater in life. (y/n) just wanted to enjoy the time she had in this peaceful moment.

Across the room stood Kenny and his usual group. His eyes followed her movements closely. His gaze settled on the arm Christophe had thrown over her and the back of the couch. Kenny remembered when they first formed their friendship. Kenny had just started chasing tail, and unknowingly was dragging (y/n) with him. He hadn’t realized she probably liked him during that time, and it took months for him to realize that she had estranged herself most likely because she couldn’t handle seeing him lusting for girls other than herself.

The sounds around her slowly hushed into a lull, filling the empty space that was the back of her mind. She could feel the warmth of Christophe on her side, she could smell the weed, and the sharp spice of his cologne. Her chest and stomach were warmed by the substance she inhaled. (y/n) could feel the tendrils of the smoke curl out from her lips, over her nose, and settled as a haze over her eyes.

(y/n) pulled once more from the joint, exhaling softly with a deep sigh. She lifted her legs onto the couch and bent her knees so that they rested against Christophe’s lap. The music droned on and drowned out the sound of her classmates around her. Suddenly it felt as though her and Christophe were the only two in the room, in the world. 

She chanced a look at her friend, finding his warm eyes trained on her. His head was pointed straight ahead of him, his ear cocked to the side towards his blonde friend, as if he cared to catch what he was saying to him.

Never once had she thought of him intimately but in this moment, she couldn’t help but imagine all the new feelings and things Christophe could show her. His gaze felt as if it were a pile of heated metal, resting on her shoulders, then slowly climbing down her figure. (y/n) became acutely aware of the heat settling on her cheeks and just how close she had settled herself into his side. His arm raised slightly and settled on her shoulder, squeezing softly.

Her body buzzed with a strange excitement that she had yet to experience. She reached her hand out to encourage him to take the joint from her. He leaned down slightly, taking a drag from it while it rested in between her fingers. She could feel the brush of his soft lips against her grip. Her eyes widened only so slightly, but she knew that her friend noticed it. He notices everything about her.

(y/n) found herself leaning into him ever so slightly, bending at the waist. Before the smoke could fully escape from between his lips, he sealed himself to her. 

Christophe had pushed the joint into Gregory, who had just noticed the scene before him. Thankfully he took the joint from him and finished it off gratefully. 

(y/n) whimpered softly as Christophe leaned down over her, pushing her gently into the couch. She was all consumed by him in her haze. The weight of him was comforting, as was the heat and the scent. Smoldering hands held her close, one on her spine and the other on the couch as to support him.  His tongue invaded her space, a place untouched by another, but she gladly allowed him. He had melded himself into her, as she had slowly been doing, and now the only spaces he allowed between them were the cracks and gaps between their lips in which the curling smoke escaped.

Christophe had righted them to sit, hauling her onto his lap. A hand crawled up her back, under her shirt, and the other settled on her hip, a presence so heavy she couldn’t miss it. She felt a firm stiffness under her that gently prodded towards her. (y/n) pulled herself back, panting and holding her fingers to her lips. Her burning (e/c) gaze lifted nervously to Christophe, who was watching her, as he always did, with a warm smirk and soft eyes.

He leaned towards her slightly and exhaled the remnants of the smoke onto her slightly damp lips. The air felt cool, every nerve in her body vibrated and buzzed. She moaned softly into her hand. Her back arched in ever so slightly, and her hips ground in a circle on his lap. 

Everything she was feeling was a new experience, awakened by the evident desire in Christophe’s eyes. This feeling though foreign, was welcomed with open arms. Every emotion they never spoke out loud had communicated itself through their lips.

He pulled her impossibly closer, his head resting in the crook of her neck where he speckled adoring kisses. Christophe whispered sweet things to her softly in French. Her heart warmed, because he knew of her inexperience, and he was comforting through everything for her.

He lifted his head to look deep into her eyes.

“Be mine (y/n), let me show you what it is to be loved by a Frenchman,” He chuckled softly, holding her chin as well as her gaze.

She nodded slightly to him, before taking his face in her hands and kissing him gently, innocently. Sighing into the kiss, he took her hand and said his farewells to Gregory before leading her away, presumably to a diner where they could have their first spur of the moment date.

From across the room, Kenny watched her, knowing that if he ever wanted to rekindle the young friendship, he held dear, that chance was gone. Stan nudged him with his elbow, his own gaze following the two.

“Who woulda thought, (y/n) and that French asshole?” He scoffed and looked to his friend who remained silent for a beat.

“Yeah, who would’ve.”

#south park #christophe delorne #reader insert #x reader #kenny mccormick