#kennymemecormick

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Gift Fic for tumblr user kennymemecormick ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Summary:

Butters and Kenny have become better friends through the years thanks to their similar interests, and after how they left things last year, Kenny's pretty sure they're not only friends anymore.

Granted, the boys also share a lot of problems, especially since since puberty hit (and kind if missed them) a few years ago. Kenny kinda figures their biggest problem is just "getting bigger" at all.  

Then Butters goes missing for a whole damn summer and comes back different and Kenny throws that theory out the window tied to a rock. - [AKA- Kenny is frustrated by being tiny but finds out pretty quickly that they have bigger problems.]

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“No. No no no no no. Nope. It wasn’t possible. This wasn’t happening. It wasn’t. Fuck malnutrition, fuck his shitty parents, fuck his genes, fuck WHOEVER HE COULD BLAME for this GROSS MISCARRIAGE OF JUSTICE.

Kenny McCormick was staring out over the high school’s front lawn at his best friend, Butters Stotch, newly home from a summer spent away on vacation. Well. Actually if the rumors were to be believed, back from a summer of doing hard labor in a fucking desert; but Kenny wasn’t one to believe whatever BS fell out of people’s mouths, so he was waiting to actually ask Butters about that part.“

[outlawrites]

kennymemecormick

was jonesing for some Styde fluff so I thought I'd give it a try (fair warning I've never written them before)

“Well, that’s not where I left it,” Stan said dumbly, prodding the cake pan with his shoe.

Clyde eyed him gamely “I believe you.”

“Seriously, I have no idea how it got all the way out here, man” Stan and Clyde were standing out by Stark’s pond in early autumn. Clyde had been learning how to make cake for a chemistry project (because clearly the best kind of assignment was the kind you could eat afterward) and he’d left the rest of it at Stan’s house.

Then the next day when he followed Stan back to the Marsh’s house as per usual to watch TV on the couch and eat cake, the whole thing was missing. Clyde had been disappointed, but more because he liked the pleased little look Stan got on his face when he was eating sweets then because he missed the cake itself. That being said, his Dad would be mega-annoyed if he came home without the pan.

Clyde shrugged “Well, there was cake in it before, right?”

Stan frowned. “Yes. There was definitely, like, half a funfetti cake left when I went to school this morning.”

Clyde looked around the pond. “Hey Stan?”

“Uh huh?” Stan was still staring down at the cake pan with a look of extreme confusion.

Clyde pointed “Isn’t that your dog running in circles over there?”

Stan’s head whipped up “Sparky?” Sure enough, the blur in the trees answered them with a bark. “Oh shit, how’d he get out here?” Stan jogged off toward the trees, whistling and calling out to the dog, clapping his hands together and trying to catch Sparky’s attention.

Clyde picked up the cake pan, watching his boyfriend chase the furry blur around the lake and settled down on the bench. There was no point trying to help- eventually they’d both be tired. Clyde had been planning to cuddle on a couch, not traipse off into the woods, so he was already tired now.

He examined the pan in his hands and- yup. Teeth marks. He rolled his eyes and looked out over the water, unable to stop a dopey smile from crossing his face at the sight of Stan puffing irritably after Sparky. Whatever.

He’d just make them another cake tomorrow.

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[WHEN UR FRIEND USES UR ART FOR THEIR SIDEBAR] S C R E A M S

GOOD

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Yakko is Love, Yakko is Life

Ariana was only 15 years old. She loved Yakko Warner so much. She had all of the merchandise and DVDs. She prayed to Yakko every night, thanking him for the life she’d been given. “Yakko is Love,” She’d say. “Yakko is Life.” Her dad hears her and calls her a faggot. She knew he was just jealous of her devotion to Yakko. She calls him a cunt. He slaps her and sends her to sleep. She’s crying now and her face hurts. She lays in bed and it’s really cold. A warmth is moving towards her. SHe feels something touch her. It is Yakko. She is so happy. He whispers into her ear, “This is my water tower….” He grabs her with his powerful humanoid-dog hands and puts her on her hands and knees. She’s ready. She spreads her ass cheeks for Yakko. He penetrates her butthole. It hurts so much but she does it for Yakko. She can feel her butt tearing as her eyes start to water. She pushes against his force. She wants to please Yakko. He lets out a mighty sound as he fills her butt with his love. “UUUHHHHHHHHHH” Her dad walks in. Yakko looks him straight in the eye and says, “It’s all ogre now.” Yakko leaves through her window. 

Yakko is Love, Yakko is Life

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EVERYONE GO AND WISH KENNYMEMECORMICK A HAPPY BIRTHDAY BECAUSE THEY DESERVE IT.

[ibelieveinahappilyeverafter]

[sighs wistfully at ninja flick] never fuckin forget

Never.

[fivenightsatfreddysfanfiction]

i posted that drawing for u i mentioned before ovo

I saw it! That's amazing! :D Thank you so much! *hugs*

[fivenightsatfreddysfanfiction]

well. i just burst into tears at the dinner table. thank you.

heheheh! sorry! if anyone asks, feel free to blame me! :p