Hi! Could I request a Kenny x reader head cannons where reader doesn't have very many friends and doesn't see them often but is planing a special birthday (like 18 or something, one of the big birthdays) and she invites her friends but a few days before the party turns out none of them can make it? (Kenny and reader pre established relationship or non specified)
((this totally didn't just happen to me))
alone, again.
a/n: hi anon, im sososoos sorry this is so late, happy late birthday and once again im so sorry this happened to you, i hope everythings okay :(
today was YOUR day. the day you normally hated, your birthday.
maybe this time it was different? you had a somewhat group of friends and a stoner boyfriend. maybe it wouldve been different? maybe someone would show up.
everyone else cancelled - stan was too far out to drive, kyle had to tutor and cartman, well, hes cartman. that was all you had. all you relied on.
you saw your boyfriend twice everyone fortnight, normal people would’ve hated it, but it just worked for you, he was the last one who hadn’t cancelled. maybe, just maybe, he’d show up.
someone would show up.
the day started off as normal, parents already left by the time you went downstairs, money on the counter and a sloppy preprinted happy birthday note.
thats how its always been.
for most of your life you had to deal with everything alone, no one to turn too, parents were too caught up with work and everything else to care about your issues, always calling you ‘independent’.
last night you did some late night shopping, buying party hats, streamers, banners, oh! and your favourite cake that no one knew you liked.
grabbing your items set out messily you start stringing the banners up, carefully setting and mapping out where everything should go.
this was the first time, something was based off of you, not your parents, not your friends, not your boyfriend. you.
maybe thats why you took 3 hours making sure everything was perfect, maybe thats why you spent 600 dollars buying a new outfit for today that made you look as good as you could, maybe thats was why you constantly checked in the mirror, staring at your imperfections.
by the time you were finished your phone alarm rang, it was time. you walked from your bedroom to the kitchen, carefully grabbing the cake you ordered by your self.
setting it down on your dining table you excitedly waiting for someone to come.. anyone. you sat down in front of the cake scrolling on your phone, waiting.
except you couldn’t wait, kenny was going to come and someone would finally notice your talents. you imagined what he’d say — ‘wow doll this is gorgeous’ ‘you did this?’ ‘wheres everyon-‘
no- no. you couldn’t dwell on the fact everyone cancelled at the exact same time and never messaged happy birthday or any message at all.
your clocked ticked. an hour passed.
you shrugged it off, maybe he was out buying something for you, maybe he got caught in traffic, maybe he forgo-
no, no. you absolutely cant think about that now.
your clocked ticked again, another hour after another after another.
your perfect day and your perfect icing melt with every hour. maybe someone was coming..
.. anyone.
one last chime came from your clock, five hours. five full hours since the start time. no one came. no one noticed. no one cared.
you grabbed your lighter, lighting the candle on your cake, blowing it out quickly.
once again, it was you. alone.
your heart sank as you picked up your phone, your eyes tired and your makeout smudged. you dialed toned kenny, another sound coming from another end.
“whats good?” kenny called out through his phone, clearly on speaker and button mashing on keys.
“you forgot.” you stated, tears welding in your eyes. “i waited for you, and you forgot.”
your words fell heavy as the other line fell silent when a ‘oh shit’ came from another end - was that cartman?
he forgot your day, for his boys.
“babe im sorry— ill come over now, ill make it up too you—“ his voice panicked, your heart sunked to the button of the floor.
“the one time, i relied on you to show up. the one time i wanted you. the one time i wanted to finally feel seen, YOU weren’t there.” your voice cracked, tears slowly streaming down your face.
“i-im sorry-“ kenny said before getting cut off. “don’t.. dont give your empty words, keneth.” you followed.
“i know your with your boys, i know your playing games, i know you knew, i-i cant believe i even tried, let alone relied on you. i told you everything. you promised.” tears streamed down faster as you sniffled.
“i’m done. don’t call me.” you finished before hanging up, instantly notifications came through from kenny.
hai !! i read ur recent fic and i love it sm hehe especially as someone who also struggles
i've been sick recently and it gave me an idea...can you do a fem! reader x kenny where the reader's parents are on a buisness trip and she suddenly got really sick so kenny is the only one who can take care of her until then ? :3
i don't mind if it's long or short ! long would be cool but i feel like there's not enough ideas to make it long. sorry for the rant tho i really enjoy ur writing !!
sick days
a/n : hi ml !! im so sorry this has taken so extremely long for me to write but i hope you better now c; !
being sick sucks, being sick with no one to take care of you especially sucks. so after years of sucking up to your parents, they finally allowed kenny to stay under the same roof as you whilst they were on a business trip.
the first days seemed alright, walking to school together and making meals for one another, until one day you were walking to the grocery store and rain started pouring down on you. naturally making you sick.
now, kenny sat next to you, caring for you like you were on your death bed. holding a spoon of medicine next to your mouth as you rapidly shook your head.
''come on doll, your never gonna get better if you don't take your medicine.. you dont want your parents to kill me, do you?'' he pleaded as he pushed the spoon further towards you - trying to pry it open.
"tastes bad.." you whined as you pushed his hand further away from you. he groaned slightly, repositioning the spoon as you let out a soft whine. god you had him wrapped around your finger.
sighing, he put the spoon in his mouth before kissing you lovingly, forcing the medicine down your mouth before pulling away. "yeah, your right, it does taste bad.'' he winced as you frowned up at him.
"cmon princess.. ill get you some water, stop frowning." he chuckled.
Can you do a reader x kenny where the reader is struggling with sh but no one knows and lately been acting suspicious and weird around everyone so kenny notices and one day confronts them about it
You don't have to do this if ur not comfortable with the concept! 🙃
pain
a/n: before this starts i just want to say that as a person of depression and self harm i do want to emphasise that you, yes you viewer are not alone. there are support out there. feel free to reach out. support is there. here is a link to find support near you;
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depression, it was one thing every person had to deal with eventually. either it be for a short term or a long term, it depended on the persons reaction.
for you, it was something that was a struggle for months. reliving day by day with the same mood and expression on your face.
eventually you found an escape, pain. blade sliding across, watching the blood drip from your skin as the cut develops. slitting when any minor inconvenience happened that ruined your mood more.
if you cant feel anything emotionally, atleast try and feel something physically.
this pain followed you forever, even through your current relationship with kenny mcormick. you first met after he snuck out to starks pond for a smoke, happening to find you there.
it was one of those hot nights, yet you wore a hoodie.
that always intrigued him the more you guys dated. he had never saw you in short sleeves properly and when he did there was always an excuse with you.
‘oh i fell down and broke my wrist.’
‘these? theyre just a fashion statement.’
of course, he never probed with you. he was a dick, yes but an understanding dick. he wasnt one to force you to talk unless you wanted too..
that wasn’t until a week ago.
after missing out of days of classes and going silent on everything, kenny knew something was wrong.
but what could he do? he didn’t want to intrude on something so personal.
but something had to be done.
as you laid there in bed, tissues beside you as your slid the razor across your skin. wincing at the pain as your skin spread open to the slice of the flesh, you heard your bedside window slide open.
quickly, you reacted. covering yourself with the sheets. blood visibly seeking through your blanket. crap.
“k-ken—! i wasn’t expecting you to come by.”
“what are you doing.” he asked, voice firm yet soft at the sight of you.
“nothing, im just scrolling on my phone.”
that was bullshit and both of you knew.
“no. i mean what are you doing.” he said lifting up the blood stained sheets and revealing your freshly made cuts.
he wasn’t overdramatic about it like everyone else would, he had been through this before. it just hurt to see you out of all people struggling.
he sat quietly beside you as tears built in your eyes, helping to clean your wounds. suppressing a ‘tssk’ when he rubbed alcohol on the cut.
“..im sorry.” you let out. the guilt of the world dropping on the weight of your shoulders. tearing slowly rolling down your cheek.
“you do know there are better ways to cope than this.” he said, like it was a statement you knew. “you could’ve called, texted, anything. fuck, y/n. even emailed. i would’ve came in a heartbeat.” his voice slightly agitated, tears streaming faster on your face.
“i-im sorry ken.” you muttered out.
“..” he sighed, rubbing his temples, calming himself down. “..i know you are honey.” he started. “i just need to stay with you for a few days.. maybe weeks.” he said softly, lifting up your chin and kissing you gently on your lips.
sneakily taking your blade away.
“can you go grab some bandages for me, sweetheart..? lets get you patched up.” he instructed, voice firm but sweet. all you could do was nod and leave the room to retrieve your bandages.
you both knew, he could help.
and as you left the room with a guilty heart and a salt teared face, kenny swiftly rummaged your room, careful to take all the sharpened or bladed items hidden in plain sight.
a changed needed to happen, and this was step one.
