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~Proposing! 💍 [REQUEST]
A/N: @FreedomFairy614 made this request! I decided to make this into a series, so I'll also make a Stan one.
Just to give you some context, you've been together since college started and now you've both finishing it. You've recently moved in together in a new apartment and now he's planning to propose.
Hope you like it!
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First name: Kenneth/ 'Kenny' Last name: McCormick Nationality: American Race: White Height: 6'0" Built: Skinny yet quite muscular Hair: Blonde, short, quite messy Eyes: icy blue Nose: crooked; has broken it a few times before Clothes: often wears an orange parka and matching snow pants. Backstory: Kenny was born in Colorado, South Park. His family is poor and toxic: his father, Stuart, and his mother, Carol are alcoholics and often abusive towards their sons and daughter. His siblings and him are very close: Kevin, his older brother, ran away from home, but checks in on his siblings very often; Karen, his younger sister, and Kenny always help each other when their parents act up. Also, Kenny was cursed when her mother was pregnant with him, which results in him dying often and waking up fine the morning after. No one remembers his death, though. Friends: Kenny is part of a friend group with three other guys. Stan, Kyle and Cartman. They're all 24. Behaviour: Darkly funny, nihilistic, but weirdly protective of anyone weaker than him. Hates pity. Acts flippant but calculates risks like someone who's died before. Hides softness behind lewd jokes. Secretly loves dumb rom-coms. Likes: Marlboros, shitty beer that tastes like piss, beating Cartman’s fat ass at Street Fighter, the way {{user}}’s scent clings to his parka. Dislikes: Being pitied, the cold that seeps into his bones, discussions about his 'potential' ("Fuck potential.", when rich pricks snap fingers at him like a dog. Behavior: Slouches like he’s bored, but watches everything. Hands always moving – like when he's rolling a cig. Always leaning, always touching Relationship with {{user}}: Kenny and {{user}} have been dating since college started. Always tries to act non-chalant around them, but actually crazy in love with them. Wonders how he managed to snatch someone so perfect. He's planning to propose to them since they're finishing college. Sexual Behavior: General: He’s not shy; hell, he’s been obsessed with porn since he stole his first Hustler from Stan’s dad’s basement at 12. Turns on (Kinks): {{user}} begging? Fuck yes. They sobbing his name? Still cringe – but he’ll bite their shoulder to shut them up. Possessive as fuck. Leaves hickeys where "every fucking asshole in Colorado" can see. Dirty talk. "Spread wider. Need more lube or you just this tight for me?" Dialogue Style: Tone: Gruff, laced with sarcasm. Voice rough from smoke and muffled by fabric. Drops into a fake sweet voice for humiliation. Raspy, half-amused. Notes: -He works multiple part-time jobs: as a cashier, and a mechanic. -He has a smoking habit.
- He's very overprotective. Will do EVERYTHING for them. Always. Kenny is 25. He's finishing college to become a researcher. -Kenny has quite a lot of money saved up. He moved in with {{user}} and now he wants to propose to them now that they're ending college.
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"...and I mean, we're literally at the end of college, and you're still asking me for notes because you couldn't take them yourself? Give me a fucking break!"
{{user}} rambled on, ranting about some idiot in their class while they sat across from Kenny at lunch.
Kenny just stared at them.
His fork was halfway to his mouth, completely forgotten as he gazed at {{user}} with the most lovestruck, stupid expression imaginable.
God.
Ever since he'd bought the ring, he couldn't fucking focus on anything.
It was like his brain had completely short-circuited.
Every time he looked at {{user}}, he'd start imagining the wedding. Their wedding. The two of them standing together, promising to spend the rest of their lives with each other. He'd imagine what they'd look like walking down the aisle, where they'd live afterward, what their first stupid little apartment would look like—
Jesus Christ.
He hadn't even proposed yet.
"Kenny?"
Nothing.
"Kenny." {{user}} waved a hand in front of his face. "Are you even listening to me?"
He blinked rapidly, finally snapping back to reality.
"Hm? Oh—yeah. Yeah, I'm listening." He nodded way too quickly. "Go on."
{{user}} narrowed their eyes at him.
"You weren't listening."
"I was."
"What did I just say?"
Kenny stared at them.
"...Something about notes?"
{{user}} groaned and dropped their head into their hands.
"You are so annoying."
He couldn't help but grin.
"Yeah, yeah. Keep going."
{{user}} resumed their story, still muttering about their classmate while Kenny tried—really, genuinely tried—to pay attention.
But how the hell was he supposed to concentrate?
They were sitting right there, looking adorable with that little frown on their face, getting increasingly worked up over something that probably wouldn't matter in a week.
Kenny's eyes softened.
I'm gonna marry them.
The thought hit him again.
He quickly looked away before {{user}} could notice the stupid smile spreading across his face.
He had the ring.
He had the person.
Now all he needed was a fucking plan.
...
The first plan was perfect.
At least, it had seemed perfect in his head.
A cute little date at the lake. They'd rent a small boat, paddle out onto the water, and he'd wait until the sunset. The sky would turn orange and pink, the water would sparkle, and then he'd pull out the ring and ask them.
Simple.
Romantic.
Impossible to fuck up.
Right?
Wrong.
They were sitting in the boat as the sun began to set, painting the lake in warm golden light.
{{user}} stared around them, completely mesmerized.
"Wow..." they whispered. "This is beautiful."
Kenny smiled.
"Yeah."
He wasn't looking at the sunset.
He was looking at them.
This was it.
This was the moment.
His heart started pounding.
He slowly reached behind him, slipping a hand toward his pocket.
His fingers searched.
Nothing.
He frowned.
He checked again.
Nothing.
His stomach dropped.
No.
He patted his other pocket.
Nothing.
He looked down at himself as if the ring might magically appear.
THE FUCKING RING WASN'T THERE.
Kenny felt himself go pale.
{{user}} immediately noticed.
"Kenny?"
"Yeah?"
"You look like you've seen a ghost."
"Nope."
"...Are you okay?"
"Yeah. Totally."
"You look sick."
"Boat sick."
"Boat sick?"
"Yeah."
{{user}} stared at him suspiciously.
Kenny forced out a nervous laugh.
"Just... little motion sickness thing. I'm good."
The entire rest of the boat ride was ruined.
Not because of the lake.
Not because of the sunset.
Because Kenny spent the entire time internally screaming at himself.
When they finally got back to the car, he opened the door, reached inside—
And there it was.
The ring.
Sitting right where he'd fucking left it.
Kenny stared at it in silence.
Then he slowly facepalmed.
"Stupid fucking idiot..."
He'd been carrying it around for days and somehow managed to leave it in the damn car on the one day he actually needed it.
Fantastic.
...
Second attempt.
This time, Kenny was prepared.
There was no way he could screw this one up.
He'd bought tickets to {{user}}'s favorite band.
And when he gave them the tickets, {{user}} had spent approximately twenty minutes ugly crying from excitement.
Kenny had laughed, pulled them into a hug, and kissed the top of their head.
"You're ridiculous."
"I can't believe you got these!"
"I know."
"This is literally the best thing ever."
He'd smiled.
Not the best thing ever.
He was going to make it even better.
At least, that was the plan.
He brought the ring.
He checked for it approximately twelve times before they left.
It was in his pocket.
Perfect.
They got to the concert.
The place was packed.
People were everywhere. The music was deafening, everyone was shouting, and Kenny was constantly being shoved around by strangers.
Still, he waited.
Maybe during their favorite song.
Maybe during the encore.
Maybe—
A sweaty guy slammed into his shoulder.
"Sorry!"
Kenny glared after him.
Great.
He looked over at {{user}}, who was completely lost in the music, singing along at the top of their lungs.
They looked so happy.
And Kenny couldn't bring himself to ruin the moment.
He tried getting their attention.
"Hey!"
"What?!"
"I—"
The band started playing louder.
"What?!"
"NEVER MIND!"
He'd tried again later.
Same problem.
By the time the concert ended, Kenny was exhausted, slightly deaf, and had absolutely no idea how he was supposed to get down on one knee in a crowd of thousands without either getting trampled or accidentally proposing to some random stranger.
So he drove them home.
Disappointed.
The ring was still in his pocket.
Next time.
He swore it.
Next time, I'll fucking do it.
...
Third attempt.
This one was different.
No crowds.
No boats.
No distractions.
Just them.
Kenny had picked a quiet spot near the pond where they could stargaze. He'd brought a blanket, snacks, and even scattered rose petals across the edges because, despite all his complaining, he apparently had a secret romantic side.
{{user}} lay beside him on the blanket, staring up at the night sky.
The stars were bright.
The air was cool.
Everything was quiet.
Perfect.
Kenny glanced over at them.
They looked peaceful.
Happy.
His chest tightened.
He reached into his pocket just to make sure the ring was still there.
It was.
Thank fucking God.
He'd been waiting for the perfect moment for what felt like an eternity.
He could do it now.
He could turn toward them, pull out the ring, and ask.
But then—
"AHH!"
Kenny nearly jumped.
{{user}} pointed excitedly toward the sky.
"A shooting star! Did you see that?"
Kenny stared at them.
"...Yeah."
He'd been looking at them the entire time.
{{user}} smiled.
"Did you make a wish?"
Kenny's fingers curled around the little ring box in his pocket.
His heart was pounding so hard he was convinced they could hear it.
This is it.
No more waiting.
No more stupid plans.
No more fucking excuses.
He pulled the box from his pocket.
{{user}} didn't notice at first.
They were still staring up at the stars.
Kenny swallowed.
"I did."
"What'd you wish for?"
He looked at them.
His smile was small, nervous, and completely genuine.
"I wished you'd stay with me."
{{user}} turned their head toward him.
"Forever."
He opened the ring box.
He held the ring out.
"Will you marry me, {{user}}?"
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