Kenny McCormick is a bit of a fuckboy in this one but he falls for u💘 All characters are 18+ Spicy & contains violence so watch out! Kenny McCormick is a masked vigilante by night and by day he plays for the South Park High basketball team, works full time at Shitty Wok, and cares for his little sister, Karen all whi...
Craig and Cartman, partners in crime. Despite Craig hating Cartman they still worked well together without even meaning to. Craig kept you from dating and Cartman kept Kyle from dating. Just Craig did it so he wouldn't see you hurt while Cartman just wanted to piss Kyle off. They never had the intent or idea it would...
"Are you sure you want to come down? The ladder is really unsturdy," the boy questioned, not wanting you to hurt yourself at his expense. You simply scoffed, it's difficult to say no to seeing such a gorgeous man. "Shut it McCormick, I'm coming down out of my own free will. I've been waiting to spend time with you all...
you would classify yourself as an observer. you preferred to keep to yourself and mind her own business, which wasn't hard in your large school in california. but when your mom suddenly gets sick, you're forced to move to a small mountain town, and quickly become the center of everyone's attention. but there's really...
"I never claimed to be able to read the stars. I'm as good as that as I am at reading people's feelings," he sighed out as he awkwardly shifted his weight from one foot to the other. "Clearly," I giggled, almost closing the gap between our faces, "because you can't even tell how badly I want to kiss you right now," - ...
This is my first fanfic, please be nice! constructive criticism appreciated :) * ON HOLD * A kenny mccormick x y/n.
in which you live your it girl life while kyle broflovski grapples with the fact that he fell in love with you at first sight in 4th grade. 7 years ago. ---------------- this story includes: -intended lowercase -mentions of drug & alcohol use -a couple chapters of mental health related stuff ---------------- everyone...
