Oneshots- Anyone, any request

Kenny McCormick x Reader

*(F/fl) is favorite flower
(F/fla) is favorite flavor
Yes they are confusing, but bear with me.
Requested by ponygirl_curtis_cade

WARNING! PROFANITY AHEAD.

Ugh, another boring school day. As I pull on my (F/c) coat, I feel that there is something different about today. Wait.
"Today is the day I'm going to confess!" I gasp.
Running out to the bus, I hop into my seat next to Nichole Daniels, my best friend. She smiles at me as I sit. "So today's the day, huh?"
"Yep!" I chirp. "He can't resist this!"
I strike a funny pose, making Nichole laugh. The bus screeches to a halt, picking up four boys. I smile at them as they go by. Well, Kenny at least. You see, Kenny McCormick is my crush for four years. Today, I will finally confess to him.
Kenny winks at me as he walks by. I blush and smile back. Nichole nudges me, a knowing look on her face. I shoot her a look.
A few minutes later, the bus stops again. The bus driver turns around. "GIT OUT!"
As we part ways, Nichole gives me a little squeeze on the arm. Good luck, she mouths.
I nod and cruise through the hall until I find my locker. Three lockers down, I hear a conversation between Tammy Warner and Milly Larsen. "Kenny is like, sooooo hot," Tammy gushes.
Upon hearing this, I gasp and lean closer.
"Ugh, I know, but other people think so too," says Milly.
"Yeah. I heard that (Y/n) was actually going to confess to him today! As if he'd bat an eyelash. She is such a loser!"
"Tammy, you need to get your hands on him before (Y/n) does!"
"Totally! Oh, speaking of which, I heard Fossey McDonald has the hots for you."
"Wait, really?!"
As the two walk away, I feel my heart breaking. I'll go confess at lunch, I thought. Surely Tammy won't talk to him until then.
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Kenny's POV:
This is it. The day I will finally make a move on my longtime crush. With (H/l), (H/c) hair, luscious (E/c) eyes, (S/c) skin as soft as silk, and those assets! There is no way to resist the girl known as (Y/n) (L/n).
I clutch my small bouquet of flowers close to my chest. I am going to present them to her at lunchtime, with everyone watching. I hear a sweet voice shout my name.
Your POV:
"KENNY! Hey, Kenny!" I scream.
The blond turns around, catching my running form as I barrel into him. "Whoa there, cutie," he laughs. "Trying to run me over?"
My face adopts a bright blush. "Well... I... uh, I was g-going to uh, a-ask you... I-I mean, t-tell you that.. I r-"
"Oh KEN-KEN!"
Tammy's voice pierces my eardrums as she skips toward a now annoyed but intrigued Kenny. "Ken-Ken, I just wanted to say, You should go out with me!"
Kenny rolls his eyes. "Excuse me Tammy, but (Y/n) was speaking. Will you let her finish?"
Tammy spares me a disgusted glance before putting her hand on Kenny's chest. "Ken-Ken, can I speak to you privately for a moment?"
Kenny nods. They go off to a private place to talk, while I am left standing there.
A few minutes later, Kenny walks back to his locker, Tammy nowhere to be found. I smile, relieved. "Hey Kenny-"
"Not now."
The response is so quick, and so venomous, that I actually have to take a few minutes to process it. "Pardon me?"
"I said not now, (Y/n)."
He glares at me. I'm now confused and a little scared, not to mention offended. "What happened to you? What did she say?" I demand.
Kenny pushes me so hard I fall onto the tile floor. "Get out of my life, (Y/n). Go fuck your boyfriend, Clyde, or some other dude you happen to find. That's what sluts do, right?"
Tears well up in my eyes as I pick myself up off the floor. "C-Clyde isn't my boyfriend," I choke out.
He rolls his eyes. "So he was just another guy you fucked then, right? Or maybe... you know what, I don't even want to finish that sentence. You make me sick."
Everyone in the hallway was staring at us now. Tears were spilling over my bottom eyelids as I fought to stop them. "W-Well, fine then. I-If that's what you w-want," I whisper.
This time, he doesn't even turn around.
I run off to find Nichole.
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"Are you serious?!"
I sob and get out another carton of (F/fla) ice cream. "Yes Nichole, I'm serious. And I know it was Tammy's fault! He wasn't acting that way before she came over."
Nichole pats my head. "Wanna watch some Supernatural?"
"Okay, you got me," I pout.
Meanwhile...
Kenny's POV:
"Dude, what did you do that for?" Stan asked me while we were playing video games after school.
"Yeh, she may be a bitch, but that isn't like you," Cartman says.
Stan, Cartman, Kyle, Token, Craig, Tweek, Clyde and I were playing GTA V when Stan suddenly brought up today's fiasco.
"Shut up Cartman, (Y/n) isn't a bitch." Kyle growls. Then he turns to me. "She's really nice and sweet, and she's sensitive. What you did wasn't cool, Kenny."
I roll my eyes. "Whatever. She deserved it, anyway."
Stan pauses the game. I turn to him, angry. "Dude, what the fuck?"
I look around and notice everyone, even Cartman, glaring at me. "Okay, I get you're all mad at me, but she did deserve it."
"In what universe would (Y/n) (L/n) deserve such a tongue-lashing like that?" Token demands.
"Look, Kenny," Clyde says. "If you don't want her, then I'll take her. She's got a real set of knockers, I'm surprised you turned her down."
I lunge across the couch at Clyde. "YOU TAKE THAT BACK!"
Clyde screams. I manage to throw the first punch, but Craig breaks us apart. "Oh Jesus, you guys! Wh-What was that?" Tweek trembles.
Craig glares stonily at me. "That was a little thing called jealousy."
I feel my cheeks blaze red. "No it wasn't!"
"No, that was pure insanity," Clyde says.
"Watch your mouth, Donovan," I warn.
"Alright, alright, settle down. Let's take this a different way. Kenny, walk us through this. What happened?"
I take a deep breath. "(Y/n) came up to me just before lunch. Then Tammy came over and started flirting with me. She asked to speak with me privately. Then, she told me that (Y/n) was trying to get me in bed with her, that she wasn't a virgin, and that she fucked every boy in this school- except Kyle- at least twice. And that Clyde was her boyfriend. And Tammy showed me pictures."
After I'm done, everyone's mouths were hanging open. Then Cartman comes to his senses.
"I'm gonna kill that bitch with a hammer."
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"Tammy? Tammy, open up!"
All of us are gathered outside Tammy's house. We managed to stop Cartman from one of his deathly plans, but that doesn't mean he still doesn't have one.
Tammy opens the door. "Why, Craig, Tweek, Ken-Ken, everyone! What are you doing here?"
"Tammy, we need you to show us something," Stan says.
Tammy blushes. "Of course! Follow me."
Tammy leads us to a room with a double bed. "Sorry, it isn't much, but it'll do. Do all of you have condoms, or do I have to provide some?"
Craig shakes his head. "Nobody here wants to have sex with you, Tammy."
Tammy sighs. "Well, that's a shame. What did you come here for then?"
"We want you to show us those pictures that you showed Kenny," Token says.
Tammy's face contorts from a flirty smile into... Well, let's just say she wanted to throttle Token. "Oh," she says flatly.
She takes the pictures out of her pocket. We gather around to look. There are three pictures.
One is of (Y/n) and Token. In it, they were sharing a kiss. Token picks up the photo and examines it, frowning. "Who was this picture taken by?"
The second is of (Y/n) and, predictably, Clyde. They are laying with each other on the grass. He smiles when he sees it. "Oh sweet! I hooked up with a hot girl!"
The third is of (Y/n) and-
"CARTMAN?!" Gasps Stan.
"WHAT!" Cartman yells.
He marches up to Tammy and jabs a finger at her. "These are fake! Kahl's a photographer- he can tell you!"
Kyle smiles. "Well, I'm an expert at computers- and that includes photoshopping."
"So?" Tammy says obnoxiously.
"Well, looking at these photos, I can tell if they have been photoshopped or not. I took a picture almost exactly like the one of (Y/n) and Clyde, except it was Clyde and Bebe instead. You can see where the face of (Y/n) has been photoshopped onto Bebe, because it doesn't line upright. The one with (Y/n) and Token is fake for similar reasons. We can all tell that the Cartman one is fake because it looks like he's awkwardly holding her head, when really it was just him holding a drumstick from KFC. Frankly, I think that was where you slipped up. The photoshopping is almost flawless; clearly you had an amateur professional do this. However, no one in this school would ever date, much less kiss Cartman."
"That's right, bitch! ...Hey, wait a minute!"
Tammy is shaking with rage. I am just in awe. "S-So... (Y/n) isn't a slut?" I ask.
"Yup."
"Y-AGH! Yes."
"Yeah."
"Uh huh."
"Yes."
"Pretty much."
"Uh, yeah Kinny! God dammit, don't you ever fuckin' listen? Jesus Christ."
Upon hearing this, I jump out of my seat and race to (Y/n)'s house. I knock rapidly on the door and wait patiently.
Your POV:
"Did you have protection?"
"I had my angel blade."
*knock knock*
"Who could that be?" I asked Nichole.
She gets up and checks the curtain, before immediately pulling it back. "You don't want to know."
"Why, is it the FBI?"
"Worse."
I get up and open the door. There, in the flesh, is Kenny McCormick. I try to shut the door, but he stops it with his foot. "(Y/n), please. Let me explain."
"What is there to explain?" I say, trying not to tear up again.
"(Y/n), I was a fool. I thought that you would go so low as to be like almost any other girl here at SPH. Tammy convinced me of that. You tried to change my mind, but I was too stubborn to listen. The truth is, I was planning to confess you my feelings at lunch. So, consider this my confession."
Kenny smiles at me. "(Y/n), I really like you. Will you give me a try?"
Tears are pouring out of my eyes now. "O-Okay, Kenny. I will."
Kenny jumps out of joy. He grabs ne in a hug and kisses me right on the lips. "Thank you so much (Y/n). You won't regret this."

Happy 4th of July!
~Flutters