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Floating

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Kenny McKormic x reader

3,928 words

All characters are 18+

Kenny returns to South Park after disappearing for 2 years upon turning 16. When he comes back with enough money to outright buy a house, you are unsure how to approach and talk to the man you had been so close to for so long. Luckily, he doesn't take you inviting yourself in with his spare key to be rude and instead invites you to join him in his room.

TW: W33d usage

The cold air stings your face as you walk down the street, listening to the show crunching underfoot with every step you take. Tentative breaths curl in the air, almost dancing in front of your eyes as you continue down the street. As much as you adored a fresh snow fall, you hated the way the freezing feeling would nip at your nose.

Footprints behind you show the path you’ve taken from your house, untouched by anyone or anything. Turns out you were the only person stupid enough to leave your house today. Even though you lived in the mountains, no one else was willing to face the frigid outside apart from you. But it was going to be worth it when you finally arrived at your destination.

Your mind wanders as do your feet, thinking about what you’re going to say to him when you finally arrive at his house. He had been gone for so long, dipping out of South Park when He was 16 and only coming back a few months ago. Sure, you had been his friend for so long before that happened, but what would He think of you now? He had been gone for practically two years. And when He had finally reappeared, He had enough money to outright buy a house and refused to talk about what He had done to get the money.

Your eyes seem to come back into focus when you’re practically on his door step. Looking up at the two-story house that He shared with his parents, staring at his window and wondering what He was going to say to you.

The spare key He kept tucked under a small rock was easy to find, obviously you still knew him better than He thought you did. Slipping it into the door, your mind wandered once again, this time racing faster than it had in a long time. Although it felt wring to slip into his house like this unannounced, you were more than grateful at the warm air greeting your frozen features.

Standing by the door, you slipped of the black snow boots and shrugged the dusty green jacket off your shoulders. The warm air almost seemed to kiss life back into your half-dead skin. It was a sensation that almost stopped you in your tracks, just wanting to indulge in the feeling, like moving out strip it away. But you knew you had to move, you had come this far, you couldn’t stop now.

As you begin to make your way up the stairs you become overly aware of a pungent and funky sent. It washes over your body in waves until you’re completely consumed by it. You know exactly what that smell is, but you don’t want to think about it. Not right not at least.

Despite trying your best to ignore it, you really can’t. Especially not when you finally get to the top of the stairs and see what you can only assume to be his door cracked open. You knew that was where the smell was coming from and somehow, just somehow, it didn’t shock you.

You have to take a deep breath to steady your racing Heart, trying to convince yourself He wasn’t going to freak out at you for arriving and inviting yourself in uninvited, but nothing you did could quell the queasiness growing in your chest.

The door was smooth under your palm, no temperature difference between the varnish and your skin. It seemed to push back as you pushed it open, a fight between you and the carpet to get the door to move out of your way. But it was all worth it when you were met with a vision of him half sprawled out on his bed. His hair was a partially ruffled mess of smooth blond locks sticking out every which way, seeming to shine slightly in the delicate light the small desk lamp on his bedside table. He was clad in nothing but grey sweats, blue and yellow socks and small black band shirt that rose up to expose the band of his boxers. His Head and upper back were partially propped up against the wall his bed was pushed up against.

Everything in your body seemed to still in the moment that his eyes met yours. Dopy and half closed, red rimmed with and almost euphoric sparkle.

“Hey Kenny…” You trail off, still wishing you had just turn tail and run before you even reached his front door.

Your eyes dropped to his signature orange parka crumpled in a Heap on the floor when He didn’t say anything. Any time you managed to push yourself to look at him, his eyes were wide in shock and confusion, but nothing said anger about him.

“(Y/n)?...” He sat up straight, both hands pressing into his rumpled sheets as He leaned forwards to get at better look at you. “I… I wasn’t expecting you,” his voice was uncertain as He spoke, almost like He was just as nervous as you.

“I know, I probably should’ve said something instead of just… coming round and letting myself in,” You could feel the voice crack that hit you half way through speaking and you cringed, having to resist the urge to recoil and practically fold into yourself.

“No, no, it’s ok.” Kenny swallowed hard, looking quickly between you and the blunt still propped up neatly in his right hand. “Come… Come and sit with me? And close the door too, please.” HE sounded so nervous as He spoke, trying not to say something wrong.

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see him running his left hand through his hair, trying to sort it out as you pushed the door over till you Head it click shut.

“Want me to lock it too?”

“Yeah.”

Once you turned around, Kenny had pulled his shirt back down and was looking at you, observing you. It didn’t take long for you to take a deep breath of the Heavily weed scented air and finally start moving to sit on the edge of his bed.

If this were anyone else, any other house you had just walked into uninvited, any other of your friends, you would’ve sat nervously. Perched nervously on the edge of the bed like you were scared of ruining their sheets or upsetting them by getting to comfortable in their space. But this was Kenny, so you had to stop yourself from falling back onto the bed and holding your hand up for him to pass you the blunt.

“Why do you look so nervous?” It felt like He was reading your mind.

“Cuz I just kinda… turned up without saying anything to you? You could’ve been doing anything.”

“I’m glad you showed up.” There was a moment of silence after He said that, especially as your eyes met and, just for a second in the low light of the room, you thought you could see dark bubbling deep in his eyes. “I feel like we haven’t talked enough since I came back to South Park.”

You felt the same way. You had only seen Kenny a few times in the 5 months He had been back, and it wasn’t nearly enough to satisfy your craving to be around the blond.

“Yeah, me either…”

The conversation felt so dry, nothing like it should. Nothing like you wanted it to.

“Fuck it, Wanna get high with me?” There was the Kenny you knew, the Kenny you had sobbed saying goodbye to at 16, the same one who had hugged you so hard you though your ribcage might burst and told you not to tell anyone He was going soft.

“Thought you’d never ask,” your grin carried in your voice as you spoke, holding a hand up and waiting for him to place the bling neatly between your two waiting forefingers.

Except He didn’t pass you the blunt. Instead, He Held a hand up to you, signalling for you to wait as He brought it to his own lips and pulled in a deep breath. Your eyes drifted down to his chest, watching it rise slowly as He inhaled. His shirt shifted with the movement, showing more of the graphic on the front.

Your concentration was broken by his spare hand coming to cup your face, tilting your face towards his. There wasn’t a moment for you to speak before He was pulling you in and firmly planting his lips against yours. They were softer than you had expected them to be. The kiss was sloppy and wet yet ever so tentative.

Your eyes fluttered shut as you felt Kenny’s lips open. They only parted slightly but you couldn’t Help but mimic his actions. One of your hands fell over the top of his, cupping it and keeping it firmly planted on your face.

Only when Kenny began to breathe out did you realise what the actual purpose of the kiss was. Slowly, you began to inhale the smoke that was pouring out of his lungs. It went down smoothly, gliding down your throat and settling in your lungs.

Once He was sure you had taken it all in, Kenny’ slowly began to pull away, eyes pulling open until He was staring into yours. His blue eyes seemed to almost sparkle in the low lighting of the room, especially as you watched them gently shift back and forth between yours, almost looking for something, a reaction of any kind. And He got it when you let out a gentle giggle, the smoke spilling from your lips and curling into the already saturated air; curling and dancing around both of your necks, almost seeming to pull you in closer.

Kenny’s face light up in a blush as you giggle, but He doesn’t dare move away. He can feel the Head of your soft breaths on his face and it drawn him in again. He wants to feel your lips, your body. It’s probably the weed driving him, placing calming hands on his shoulders and urging him forwards – but He’s sure you’ve never looked prettier in his entire life.

By the time you’ve finished giggling, Kenny had finally moved away and it taking another long drag from the blunt. He offers it to you and you take it gratefully, pulling it up to your lips and pulling in a deep breath. You notice that, just as you had when He first pulled in a breath, Kenny was watching the rise and fall of your chest carefully. His eyes didn’t move even as you Held the smoke in your lungs, even as you breathed out – He was acutely focused on you.

“Kiss me.” It was blunt, his eyes moving up to stare intensely into yours as He said it.

You felt Heat rise to your face as you chocked on your own saliva. Covering your mouth with a balled first you practically crumped up, folding in half as you tried to clear your throat. Your Heart pumped rapidly against your chest as you tried to still your mind and think clearly about what He had said.

“Is that a no?”

You sat up when you heard him speak, nearly dropping the blunt that was still balanced precariously between your forefingers.

“No! I just- caught me off guard,” your voice wobbles as you speak, taking deep breaths and forcing yourself to look into his eyes.

Once again, silence settled between the both of you as your eyes met. Only this time, it didn’t end in one of you taking a drag from the now spent blunt, or an awkward comment – but rather in another kiss.

Kenny pressed his lips against yours, one hand moving to cup your face while the other takes the blunt from your hand. You relax, tilting your Head and leaning into the kiss as He fumbles behind the both of you to get rid of the blunt in an ashtray on his bedside table. His lips were soft against yours, wet from where he had been licking them. You move to hold onto his shoulders, moving your lips against his in perfect harmony.

The hand that had previously been fiddling with the ashtray moved to rest on your waist, massaging the soft flesh through the hoodie you were wearing. Slowly, he began to guide you, swivelling you around until your head was laying on his pillow. Not once was did his lips move away from yours while he shifted.

Your hands move from where they had been resting on his biceps, slowly gliding up to his shoulders and into his messy golden-blond locks. Carding your fingers through his hair, you began to feel the need to breathe and had to gently tug on his hair to get him to pull away.

The second his lips were parted from yours, He was attacking your neck. Sloppy kisses down the side of your neck, right over your pulse point. He was leaving a trail of saliva as He went, beginning to slowly nip at the conjunction between your shoulder and your neck.

Kenny began to nip harder at your skin, sucking gently on the spot he was nipping. You let out a quiet moan from deep in your throat, pulling gently at his hair as he continued his ministrations. Finally, he pulled away, kissing the small and newly forming bruise.

“Fuck…” His breath puffed out over your now wet neck.

“Kenny,” You moaned gently, head tilted back and eyes squeezed closed.

Kenny’s hands began to slide under your shirt, splaying over your stomach. His thumbs began to move, brushing gently over your soft skin. You arch you back, pushing against his gently calloused hands.

“Can I take this off?” He mumbled into your neck, hands pulling out of your shirt to gently tug at it. You nodded gently as an answer, mumbling out a soft yes.

With your confirmation, he began to pull your shirt up and over your head. You had to arch your back and roll with him to help him pull it off. As soon as the shirt was no longer on your body, it was thrown to the floor beside his parka and his mouth was on your abdomen. More sloppy kisses were being placed on your heated skin, trailing down towards the top of your jeans.

He doesn’t even speak this time, just looking up at you with his gorgeous blue eyes and hooking his fingers into the top. The gentle tugging and ideas of what were to come drove you to lift your hips and let out a gentle whine. As soon as he felt your hips lift up, he was undoing the button and tugging your jeans down your legs. They were discarded on the floor beside your shirt within seconds of finally being freed from your legs.

You felt arousal drip into a pool un your stomach, causing your slick to pool in your panties as you waited for him to remove them. Instead, shock hit you as you felt his tongue press against your core through the silk material of your panties.

“Kenny!” you gasp, propping yourself up on your elbows to look down at him. His eyes were closed in what looked like bliss, lips pressed against your clothed entrance. He didn’t open his eyes, even when you laced a hand into his hair and tugged slightly.

Kenny pulled away slightly, lips still ghosting your panties as he mumbled something. You couldn’t hear it, but you didn’t have time to ask about it as he pressed his mouth against you again. It felt amazing, even through your panties.

It doesn’t last much longer as Kenny presses his hands against the outsides of your thighs. Pushing against them slightly and moving upwards until his fingers are slipping under the thin straps that hug your hips. He pulls away far enough to slide off your panties, letting them drop one he’s pulled them off your knees. You take a second to kick them off properly, tossing them in a direction you’re not quite sure of. They were probably gonna be lost in Kenny’s room until he cleaned up a little.

You look down as him, watching him carefully as he stares at your dripping core. Embarrassment rises in your chest as you watch him stare. Eventually it becomes too much and you let yourself fall back, pulling an arm over your face and hiding in the crook of your own elbow.

The feeling doesn’t last long though, as Kenny grabs your things, pulling them up onto his shoulders and tentatively pressing his lips against your now exposed core. Everything felt so sensitive as he began to run his tongue through your folds, groaning against your pussy. You manage another peak at the blond caged between your thighs, face contorted in pleasure as he eats you out. Deep moans reverberate from somewhere within his chest, rising though his throat and passing straight into your pussy.

Your thighs pull in tighter around his head as his tongue finds your clit, pressing small, tight circles into the sensitive bundle of nerves. The muscles in your lower stomach and leg begin to twitch as he stimulates the little swollen bud, pushing against it in was that your fingers could never achieve. Even with such little stimulation your back was already beginning to arch, legs bending to pull him in closer against you.

“Fuck, Kenny…” You mumble, feeling a hand trace gentle yet calming circles on your outer thigh. They kept you in the moment, seeming to stop you from floating off and pulling you back into his mattress.

“You taste so good.” You barely hear him as he mumbles his words against your cunt. His voice carried something so loving that you couldn’t help but let out a gentle sigh, pulling at his soft locks slightly.

Your ankles cross as he pushes his mouth harder against you, tongue moving to run through your folds and press against your clit in a repetitive motion. It was driving you mad, the perfect feeling.

Slowly, the hand that had been practically massaging your thigh came to trace the underneath of it, never breaking contact with your skin as It moved. You felt it travel further, eventually moving to your inner thigh before gently tracing your entrance.

One of Kenny’s finger dipped into your cunt, only slipping in up to the second knuckle before pulling out again. You could feel your pussy fluttering as he did it again, sliding in a little further this time. He kept doing it, pulling his finger out and gently sliding it back in, until he reached the base of this finger – then he stopped being so careful. His finger began to pump into you a bit faster, curling up against your soft walls. You were already squirming, but it only gets worse as Kenny continues swirling his tongue over your sensitive clit.

His moaning only serves to drive you further towards the edge, making your face scrunch up in pleasure as his face begins to move, encouraging you to grind your hips against his face. And you did. He begins to moan more, and you half expect him to grab your hip and pull you in closer, only to feel him shift below you and hear him start to whimper.

The pleasure was only building up in your body, dripping and pooling into a white-hot puddle in your belly. Back arching and other hand digging into his hair, pulling him impossibly closer against you. His tongue felt like it was working magic with every flicker, searing pleasure shooting though your body.

Your climax edged ever closer, only pushed by the fact that you could feel Kenny’s arm moving. Everything about the moment felt perfect.

Finally, the rope snapped and you were sent tumbling over the edge, thighs tensing and hands tugging at his hair. You became deaf to your own moans, his name tumbling form your lips as he guided you through your orgasm.

You felt like you were floating as you finally began to come down from your high. Kenny’s head was still pressed neatly between your legs, blond locks now messy and covering his eyes. However, he didn’t move, slit gently lapping at your now encroaching overstimulated pussy. His hand working faster to finish himself as he kept his focus on you.

Whimpers began to fill your throat and mouth, spilling into the air, accompanied by the wet sounds of your own pleasure and the quiet murmurs of his. His moaning got louder, lips finally separating from your hot core so his face could press into your thigh, gasping against your soft skin as he pushed himself further and further towards the edge.

“Fuck… (Y/n)...” he was speaking into your thigh as your hands still scratched lightly at his scalp, hips bucking up into his fist and panting. You could hear him reaching his own end, mumbling words bubbling up in what seemed like begging.

Kenny finally reached his end, body twitching and free hand gripping your thigh. He buried his face into your soft skin, nuzzling slightly as he rode through his high. His hand stopped, pulling away from himself and moving to rest on your thigh.

His face stayed there for a moment, regaining his breath recovering from the feeling. The warmth of his breathing puffing against your thighs was comforting and almost began to lull you into sleep. You could feel your mind slipping, drifting away as your eyes fought it stay open.

In your half-awake state, you could feel Kenny rise, pressing his palms against your thighs to help himself up. He gently rubbed his hands against the hot, soft skin in small, soothing motions.

Kenny leant down, pressing a kiss against your neck, holding himself chest to chest with you for a second. His voice was gentle as he mumbled something into your ear that you didn’t really pick up, both hands cupping your hips, thumbs massaging the skin.

A whine is pulled from your throat as his warmth is peeled away from your body. You reach up, eyes still closed, searching for the body that has already left. The faint noise of feet padding out of the door lets you know he’s leaving.

After a few minutes, you heard Kenny renter the room. His body once again moved to rest between your thighs. Shivers ran through your body when a warm washcloth pressed against your thighs, cleaning where his hands had pressed against you. You let out a light whimper as he pressed it against your core, gently cleaning you.

“Are you ok?” His voice was soft, causing you to crack your eyes open to look at his face. His soft blue eyes scanned your face, waiting for a reaction. You couldn’t summon much more than a small nod, feeling yourself melt into the mattress.

There was a small shuffle as hands slid under you, moving you until your body was laying properly on the bed. The mattress dipped as a warm body slipped in next to you. Kenny’s warmth was once again pressed against your bare skin, a hand sliding around your body until his hand was pressed into your back, keeping you pressed against him. You didn’t fight this, nuzzling into his warmth, your face pressing against his chest. The gentle hands of sleep finally took you, letting you fall into that floating feeling as you listened to Kenny breathe just above your head.

That wasn't very heroic

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Kenny McCormick x Fem!Reader

Kenny is on the run from the cops and needs a safe place to hide, so he chooses a house and breaks in. Little does he know, the occupant is still awake... But surprisingly, she isn't too upset to see him

Kenny can feel the snow crunching under his feet as he runs, fresh and crisp, compressing with each footfall. The sirens wail in the distance, slowly growing quieter as he continues to run – the flashing blue and red lights fade in time. He needs a safe house and he needs one fast.

The thought of a house right on the edge of town pops up. It’s a small place, if he remembers correctly, with two people inside at most. Maybe the police would check there first, have a single smart thought between them and check the most out of the way house.

Doesn’t matter, not as Kenny approaches the house. None of the lights are on, but one of the second story windows is cracked open ever so slightly. If it isn’t locked in position, then there’s just enough room for him to slip his fingers under the window and crack it open the rest of the way. If it is locked, then… Well, Kenny’s never had a problem with a little bit of property damage.

Finally reaching the side of the building, he begins to scale the brick. Wall running has never been a problem for him, especially not after years of practice. There is a hole in a brick about halfway up between the first story and second story. This makes it easy for Kenny, giving the chance to practically launch himself off a lower window ledge and use the hole to hoist himself the rest of the way up.

Luckily for him, the window isn’t locked in position – in fact, it slides open incredibly easily. So easy actually that it nearly makes Kenny lose his balance and topple backwards. He manages to recover at the last second, digging his nails into the wooden frames though his gloves. It hurts, tugging slightly at his fingertips, but its enough purchase for him to pull his body forwards and tumble into the room.

After the tumble, he finds himself splayed out on his back, arms and legs outstretched in a starfish position. He’s laying on top of a fluffy rug, a large round shaggy rug that’s tucked partially under the foot of a bed. It’s a sweet cherry blossom pink colour, slightly faded from sun bleaching, making it closer to white.

He sits up, rubbing the back of his head from here he had smacked it upon landing. The room is bathed in a soft yellow tinged light, making it feel warm. A sweet scent is also lingering in the air, a mixture of vanilla and cinnamon. It only takes Kenny a second to see that the smell is coming from a nearly burnt down candle shaped like an anatomically correct heart.

There’s a door to the left, positioned right next to a desk with paper strewn about. Soft rock music is thumping gently behind the door. Kenny doesn’t pay attention to it however, instead choosing to haul himself up and investigate the desk.

The paper looks like it was ripped straight from a sketch book. Its nice and thick and has a textured feel to it that’s noticeable even through Kenny’s gloves. There are many half-done and crossed out sketches all over the paper, ranging anywhere from furniture to still lives.  A small leather-bound sketch books catches Kenny’s eye, however, as its partially tucked away. Whoever it belongs to had obviously attempted to hide it.

He takes a moment, pulling out the rolling desk chair and sliding into it, picking up the book and turning it over in his hands for a few seconds. He brings it to his nose, taking a deep inhale – an earthy smell takes the place of the sweet one from just moments earlier. He holds the book close to his face for a second before letting it drop, exhaling and turning the book the right way around in his hands again. He can tell its bound in real leather.

Just as he pulls the cord from around the book, cracking it, the door next to the desk shifts open. The soft rock plays a lot clearer now, accompanied by the mumble singing of a young woman. She has a towel wrapped around her hair, keeping it up and out of her face.

She doesn’t notice him at first, walking out of the en suite bathroom and over to her bed. She shuffles around in the sheets for a second, looking for something Kenny is unaware of. It takes a second before she stands back up again, holding a hair brush in her right hand and using her left to smooth out her sheets again.

When she turns around, Kenny is sure that – for a second at least – that she doesn’t see him. But she does. And she screams. Not any words, just a short, sharp, terrified scream. To punctuate it, she throws the hair brush at him. It doesn’t hit, however, instead smacking into the wall quite a bit to the left of his head before clattering to the floor.

“You done?” Kenny rasps out, making sure to put on his Mysterion voice in order to keep up with the bit.

She takes a deep breath, standing up properly and dusting something off of her pyjamas that isn’t actually there. Her eyes narrow as she stares at him, scanning over him. They freeze for a second, staring into his eyes before she sighs, relaxing.

“Why are you in my room?” It’s a reasonable question really, but Kenny is still offended that she didn’t get at least a little excited to see a superhero in her room.

“Running from the cops, needed a place to lay low for a little before heading home,” He keeps his voice monotone as he talks. “Can’t risk someone finding out who I am.”

“What did you do to make the cops chase you?”

“What’s with all the questions?”

“Answer or I’ll call the cops.”

“Ok!” He holds his hands up in surrender, facing his palms towards her as a sign of defeat. “Cops just don’t tend to like it when you stick your nose in their business… Or solve their crimes for them… Repeatedly… By beating people up… So, when they saw me, they decided to chase me, that enough information?”

“I guess it’ll do.” She crosses her arms, cocking her hip a little. Her eyes don’t move from him for a few seconds. But then they flit down to the small book in his hands and bulge out of her head ever so slightly. “Give me my book.”

“This one?” He holds it up, smirk coming across his face as he stands. “The leather-bound book?” He holds it in his right hand, pointing to it with his left.

“No, the one behind you – Yes that one!” She storms over, even thought its only a few steps, and reaches for it.

Kenny holds it away from her, pushing his arm behind him as she goes for it. He can’t help but giggle at her frustration as she attempts to reach around him for it. He just passes it into his other hand, holding it in front of himself as she circles around him.

“Don’t you want it?” He finds himself suppressing laughter as she practically growls, desperately trying to grab the book.

“Yes! Of course I want it!” She goes to snatch it but he moves his arm too quickly, holding it above his head.

She grumbles, standing in front of him and staring up at the book. A second of silence passes before she places a hand on his chest and bends her legs slightly. Kenny immediately knows what she’s about to do but doesn’t have time to react as she jumps. She managed to snag the book, gripping it between her finger and pulling it back from him as she comes back down.

As soon as she’s back on the ground, she’s stepping away and turning her back to him. Kenny can’t help but take a few steps forwards and peer over her shoulder as she flips through the book. He’s shocked to see that the book is full of sketches from people around town. He recognises a few faces, mainly that of Wendy and Bebe just going about their days. It’s not till he sees his own face, mostly covered by his signature orange parker, that he gasps. She jumps forwards upon hearing it, turning around to glare at him.

“What are you doing?” She growls, snapping the book shut and holding it close to her chest.

“I was just seeing what was in the book… You’re a pretty good artist,” he speaks with amazement, eyes shining slightly.

“I… oh, well, thank you,” She mumbles, face flushing red for a few seconds before she clears her throat and stands up straight.

“You draw a lot of people?” Kenny finds himself genuinely interested, especially considering that he can barely remember seeing the girl in front of him anywhere around school.

“Yeah... Normally just my friends, but sometimes other people too. I don’t want to come off as creepy though, so I try to refrain,” She sighs, looking down at the book in her hands.

“Why don’t you draw me?” He chuckles, mostly joking but still backing up to the desk chair from earlier. Sitting himself down, getting as comfortable as he can while also striking a mockingly mysterious pose – the sort of thing you would see in a bad superhero movie.

She giggles slightly, sitting on her bed and tucking her legs up under her, crossing them. There’s a pencil on the nightstand that she picks up, flipping open her sketch book and immediately beginning to sketch.

“Don’t move, I want to get this right,” she laughs, eyes flickering between the page she’s working on and his form.

“So, I never caught it, what’s your name?”

“You never asked, but it’s (Y/n).” She looks up from her book for a second, stopping her sketch for a momentarily to smile at him. Kenny can’t help but feel heat rise to his face, flushing it a light pink. “Now stay still, that includes talking.”

Kenny chuckles at the words, settling in for however long this is going to take. He can feel his muscles start to ache after a while. He has to resist the temptation to get up and stretch, to shake his muscles out. But looking at (Y/n)’s face, seeing the sparkle of concentration in her eyes as she sketches, watching her tilt her head ever so slightly as she continues, pushes him to continue.

Neither of them can tell how long passes before (Y/n) finally looks up, rolling her neck to make it crack. She places the pencil on top of the open sketch book, resting them both on the bed, and looks up at Kenny.

Kenny can see the sketch, its amazingly done. The proportioning and anatomy looks just right, along with the shadows – yet he can’t really say anything, its not like he knows much of anything about art.

“So, what are you gonna do now?” (Y/n) speaks up, breaking his trance and tearing his eyes away from the book. He settles on her face, observing her carefully.

“Well… I think its safe to head back so…” He doesn’t finish his sentence, there’s a part of him that doesn’t want to.

“That’s fair,” she trails off halfway through her sentence, moving to fiddle with the leather cord of the book, “ I should probably be going to bed.”

There are no further words exchanged, only Kenny watching (Y/n) fold the cover back over the book and place it back on her bedside table. She smiles softly at him and he can see something almost sad in her eyes. But he knows he has to go – and so he does.

Slipping out the way he came in, prying open the window with much more tenderness this time. It feels like a much farther way down than it was coming up, but that’s never stopped him before. Hanging from the window ledge by his fingertips, Kenny looks inside to say goodbye to (Y/n). Her eyes are acutely focused on his, watching his every movement, everything down to the way he breathes.

He finds that his tongue it thick in this throat, glued to the roof of his mouth, unmoving. Kenny can’t say anything despite the fact that he wants to so badly. So, in leu of speaking, he raises one hand in a half wave and then drops from the window ledge.

The snow partially breaks the fall when he hits the ground, giving way under his body – but not by much. He knows his knees are going to hurt in the morning. However, if (Y/n) thought that he looked cool, then it will have been worth it.

He turns on his heals, breaking into a fast jog back to his house, intending to get at least a little sleep before tomorrow. Unfortunately, he turns and runs so quickly that he doesn’t notice (Y/n) come to the window to check for him.

By the time the next day rolls around, Kenny is already finding himself regretting dropping from a second story without rolling when he hit the ground. So much so he’s considering stepping out in front of the school bus as it pulls up so he can start the day anew.

“Hey dude.” Stan looks dead when he walks up, tired eyes and dishevelled hair. He stops next to Kenny, waiting at the bus stop.

“Hey!” Kenny’s voice is muffled and hard to make out, but to his friend who’s known him for most of his life, its not a problem in the slightest. “You look dead, what’s up?”

“Friend of mine called me last night to gush about the fact that Mysterion was in her house, wouldn’t shut up about it for hours… Went to bed at three in the morning,” He grumbles, hand coming up to pick some crust out of the corner of his eye as he speaks.

“Huh.” Kenny has to supress his surprise at the fact that Stan knows who (Y/n) is – let alone knows her well enough to stay up all night talking.

“She’s a massive Mysterion fan girl, even has one of those old t-shirts from ‘coon and friends’. Doesn’t wear it though, with it being a slur and all.” He looks down at the snow, kicking at a rock on the side of the road.

“Who’s your friend?” Kenny is carefully racking his mind to see if Stan has ever mentioned her before, to see if it’s appropriate to ask about her by name.

“A girl in our science class, (Y/n). We were assigned lab partners at the start of the year, she’s pretty cool.” He doesn’t really elaborate much more, tired eyes struggling to stay open.

Kyle arrives just moments before the bus, scurrying on and tracking snow in behind him. The driver shouts, but Kyle mumbles something and slides into the seat next to Kenny. However, Kenny isn’t paying attention at all – rather, he’s staring at Stan, who’s leaning over the back of the seat across the isle and talking to (Y/n).

Her face lights up as she talks to him, a beaming smile plastered on beside twinkling eyes. He can hear the faint sound of her laughter over the noise of the bus, laughing at Stan’s jokes. Jealousy rises in Kenny’s chest at the sight; he wants to be there, in Stan’s position, making her laugh, watching her smile so close up.

He takes his time when the bus finally stops, lingering behind while everyone else gets off the bus. (Y/n) is also taking her time, still chattering away with Stan. Well, she’s more chattering at Stan while he nods along, smiling through the sleepiness. He can’t take the feeling anymore, walking over to the pair and waiving.

“You gonna introduce me man?” Kenny places his hands in his pockets, smiling over at (Y/n). “There’s something familiar about you, have we met before?” He knows it might blow his cover but he just can’t help it. There’s something about her that makes him desperate to know more.

“Can’t say we have, I’m (Y/n), pleasure to meet you,” She speaks with a smile, holding out her hand as she does. Kenny grasps it, feeling how his hand wraps almost entirely around hers, and shakes.

“Pleasures all mine.”