#but it said “Thinking about Kenny”

[bum-tan]

Kenny's weekend :

It seemed like just another weekend.

After Kenny got hit on the head by a broken bottle that was thrown during one of his parents' nth fights. He quietly went outside to freshen up.

Upon leaving, he didn't zip his parca all the way up like he usually would. It was fully open, exposing his stained shirt and his usually hidden face. But he was too tired to care.

It was especially cold that day, he dully noted, as he walked for what seemed like forever. Blood seeping from the open wound and dripping down his face.

His destination was the park, to sit on one of the swings. His favourite spot to forget about his shitty life. But the universe wasn't done toying with him apparently because he suddenly collapsed in the snow due to his injury.

'What a life. Shit'

And so he laid there in the cold snow, his wound having worsened from the harsh fall. Blood clouding his vision, he shut his eyes close.

He was sure he would die of hypothermia, if not from blood loss or a concusion, and he couldn't bring himself to care.

He could get up if he really tried; go look for a somewhat warm shelter or even head back home. He walked through much worse after all. But he didn't. To hell with it.

....

Maybe a small part of him hoped, not for the first time, that someone would come for him. He should know better by now. Blood loss must be getting to his head.

No one will ever save or help him. He is on his own. Left to bleed out and be in pain until he dies.

That is until he hears someone urgently calling out his name and coming over to him.

He briefly wonders if he is hallucinating before dying.

No. he knows what a hallucination before death is like. Has experienced it many times before, and this isn't it.

The person is much closer now, and although he can't make out what they are saying, he can tell they are swearing at him.

"....who ?" He manages to let out.

The person doesn't seem to hear him and continues to speak. He focuses to understand what they are saying.

"-Kenny ! Come on, get up !"

He hears from a strangely familiar voice, despite how muffled the sound is. He could feel the figure now hovering over him, and he made an effort to open his eyes.

"...to go where ?"

He croaks out, sounding a bit disoriented. His throat sore from the cold.

Squinting through his blurry vision, he saw what seemed to be an outstretched hand, right in his face.

"My place duh !"

The voice, which was starting to sound clearer, exclaimed as if that was obvious. And the offered hand was wriggling to prompt Kenny to take it.

"...."

Kenny was dazed, not only from his injury, but also because an actual person wanted to help him when he was close to death. He couldn't believe it.

"...Kenny ?"

His mind was reeling, and the voice was quickly drowned out by his thoughts. How could anyone come here for him ?

"Kenny."

There was no way, but this definitely wasn't the grim ripper. It never bothered with small talks. So it had to be an actual person, but who exactly?

"Kenny !"

The voice seemed unnerved by his lack of response because they stopped offering him a hand and began frantically nudging him instead.

"Hey Kenny ! Are you dead already !?"

The action snapped him out of his thoughts and made him regain his senses. He realized the owner of the voice was a boy he knew.

No, it couldn't be....Cartman ?! He must have hit his head really hard. But that voice and the comment about him being already dead were undeniable. Still, he had to see for himself.

So he painstakingly widened his eyes and focused his vision, and sure enough, he could see Cartman looking down at him.

"Oh good. You're not dead yet"

Cartman sighs, sounding almost relieved ? Kenny must have been knocked dead already.

"Now get up"

He didn't have to tell him twice, Kenny wanted to get up as well, so he moves to do just that. Only he can't.

He doesn't know how much time has passed since he has been lying in the cold snow. But it seems his limbs were far too frozen and numb to move without some effort.

No big deal, he could do that. But when he tries again with more force, the blood loss makes him lightheaded, rendering him unable to sit up for long.

Cartmam clearly gets impatient with him because he grabs Kenny's forearm and tugs on it in an attempt to hoist him up.

"???"

"Come on Kenny ! Help me out here and move your poor scrawny ass !"

He groans, sounding out of breath and irritated as he tugs harder. He really didn't want Kenny to lay there any longer.

Kenny was confused. Who could blame him ? But at the familiar insults, he simply laughs and indulges Cartman because what the hell.

He uses his remaining strength to get up, allowing Cartman to rest his arm over Cartman's shoulders for support.

"There."

Cartman declares, after some adjustments, seemingly satisfied with their position. He then begins to walk them to who knows where.

"You're being weird Eric"

Kenny couldn't help but comment with a smile, as he does his best to match the pace so that Cartman wouldn't exert himself while supporting him.

And Cartman doesn't say anything to that and he remains strangely quiet.

He wonders what could Cartman possibly gain from this ? He knew there were times Cartman would give him scraps of kindness. Usually passing them off as shows of 'superiority', which was him acting like an asshole really.

Although, he didn't mind as long as he got something nice anyway.

Far in between were the few occasions where Cartman was being genuine without having to prove anything to anyone. Kenny understood why he is that way. He was used to it.

So it's a real wonder why he went out of his way to look for him and actively help him. This is also a big service compared to the small gestures he usually does.

Was this incident worse than the norm. Did he really look so hurt and miserable this time around that even Cartman would take pity on him ?

He laughs at his own thoughts, his eyes glazing over. So what if he is in pain ?

"It's not that big of a deal..."

"...."

Cartman was silent for a moment longer as they continued walking. But they both know he heard Kenny.

"Don't just laugh it off idiot..."

He mutters as he looks ahead, walking a bit more slowly. This made Kenny pause and he turns to look at Cartman with wide eyes.

"What was that ?"

He asks, even though he clearly heard him. But he seriously can't believe it.

"I said I hate you Kinny !"

Cartman exclaims, pointedly looking away from him.

Kenny is stunned for a moment before he breaks into cackles, leaning even more on Cartman's shoulders.

"..right"

"EY ! Don't lean on me so much or we're gonna fall !"

Cartman warns irritatedly, as he almost slips on the frozen sidewalk.

Kenny just snickers more in response, but he adjusts his posture so he that won't fall.

He almost misses how Cartman pronounced his name right throughout their conversation until he called him 'Kinny' again just now.

And despite the strangeness of the situation, the two young boys walked in companiable silence.

[nicorobinphd]

stg, being an enjoyer of jane twdg is like being forced into an expert-level course on the way misogyny manifests in video game spaces.

god forbid a woman be complex or difficult or provably mischaracterized (see tags) at the end of her arc to service the culmination of a man’s storyline.

[asteria7fics]

Read somewhere that Kyle is the lightweight (alcohol) of the main 4

Think it was someones headcanon

I would say this probably checks out, though (un)surprisingly, I have some thoughts.

Obviously, Stan is the only kid we see drinking heavily, so if he continues this habit he would probably have a pretty high tolerance.

Cartman would start off with a higher tolerance simply because he's a bigger guy, though I think he would also probably become a decently heavy drinker in his own right.

Kenny either has a super high tolerance or none at all, depending on where in his life/death cycle he is (if we go by the canon explanation for his resurrections, and treat each 'Kenny' as a new physical entity. Same soul, new shell. This is what I follow.)

So off the rip Kyle would have the lowest tolerance. However, I think he and Stan would end up sort of leveling out, and eventually they could go drink for drink.

You know who would always be a lightweight though?

Butters.

[expired-blueberries]

now, let it be known, i HATE the headcanon that ben forgot to recreate Ken (Gwen's brother) when he recreated the universe, and that being the reason Ken doesn't show up ever again.

that being said, if that were the case, it would add a whole new level of depth to ben in the future naming his son, Kenny, after Ken.

after all, you've done a dear family member the disservice of forgetting them, to the extent that they no longer exist in this reality. the least you can do is to name your children after them, in the hopes that their memory will live on even though you're the only one who remembers.

[pyxaperson]

also, did anyone else find episodes 9 and 10 to be not as emotional as the crew said that it was? like it was pretty moving, yeah but compared to other Adventure Time episodes not so much. i definitely wouldn't call them the series's most emotional episodes.

[goatyuuji]

I am thinking…

[shhh-secret-time]

To be honest, stardew valley has me in such a chokehold. It always has, even before the 1.6.

In such a way that my brain wants to smash my hyperfixation into it. So late at night I'll be awake thinking of this stardew/south park mashup.

Call that bad boy Star Park AU.

But no brain! Bad! We already have too much going on! You have a Secret Soulmate AU. Fantasy AU, A Cowboy AU story staring Kenny that's still in the outline phase, and these one shots!

(Look at the tags to watch me descent into madness)

[thattheater-kid]

Sometimes, family is a kid in an orange parka, the king of hell and his altruistic daughter, a gay Canadian from 2004, a radio host forever stuck in 1933, a creepy puppet from a fictional 1970s TV show, and a teen dad from 1990s small town Texas.

[pablocruises]

Kenny Loggins, 1978

[rooolt]

no harder curse to bear than having a favorite character that the writers stopped caring about two years ago

[sashisuse]

thought about kenjaku and setsuko. now i am clawing at the walls.

[asteria7fics]

Is anybody out there writing boxer Kenny? Or am I gonna have to do that myself?

[nyan-bynary]

I just need to tough shit out for like 1 more hour and then I can draw kejaku's brain with its tongue out

[after-nine-at-the-oasis]

*sighh* everybody welcome the new blorbos

gay people, divorced people, crime people, and catholic people

[hauntedorpheum]

Every halloween i remember Haunted High School Musical and think about what could have been

[sexlapis]

✧. ┊  5 TIMES YOU SAT ON NANAMI’S LAP

── .✦ nanami kento x gn!reader

s4w, fluff, cuddling, teasing, petnames, hand feeding, ooc nanami, sitting on nanami’s lap

⤷ nanami’s lap is your favourite seat. luckily for you, he is fine with being your…chair.

based off this post

a/n: #needthat #wantthat #sexyman #hotguy

[_____] = your name

masterlists

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1 - NAP TIME

The rain droplets pelleting on the living room windows is what wakes you up, along with the deep chuckle of thunder that follows shortly afterwards.

One second it was all sunny with bright skies and now, it is dim and dark, and the only light in the room emanates from the television.

You do not remember putting this show on. You don’t remember falling asleep on the couch, either.

“Oh, look who’s awake.”

You sit up and there Nanami is, sitting opposite you on the couch, in his comfortable loungewear.

“Hey, I was watching that…” You mumble tiredly. A yawn escapes you. You rub your eyes.

“You were asleep when I came back, you know.”

“Yeah but…” you trail off. “When did you even come back?”

“An hour ago. I was excited to get my ‘welcome home’ kiss but instead, here you were; fast asleep and snoring like a bear.”

“I do not snore like a bear!”

Nanami grins and rests his back on the couch. “Don’t I get my kiss now?”

“…You called me a bear.”

“No, I said you sounded-“”

“Yeah, whatever, that’s the same thing.”

“Well, not r-“”

He’s interrupted by your unexpected crawl across the couch and sitting in his lap, covering the both of you with a blanket.

You rest your head on his shoulder.

“Do i still get my kiss-“”

“Oh shut up.”

2 - OFFICE HOURS

A knock on his door shocks Nanami out of his focus. “Come in.”

His office door opens and you appear, wearing your baggy pyjamas and dragging a blanket across the floor.

“_____…I’ve told you that you don’t need to knock. You’re the only other person who lives here.”

“Yeah, but it seems rude to just barge in so…” you waddle towards his desk where he sits, papers scattered all over his desk, “What are you doing?”

“Just some paperwork. Nothing interesting.”

“Yes, I know that part.” You respond to his last two words. “There’s a calculator…”

He lets out an amused huff. “What brings you here then?”

You shrug. “‘M bored…wanted to see what you were doing.”

“Sorry to disappoint, but I don’t think my paperwork will entertain you very much, baby.”

“Well…” You start. “I’m not exactly here for the paperwork…”

You’re now stood right beside Nanami and you peek at his empty lap.

Nanami notices. Nanami sighs.

He tucks out of his desk, just enough for his lap to be shown, and he only has to pat his thighs twice before your hopping right into it.

“Comfortable?” You shuffle in his lap, looking for the right position. It’s found, and you lean back to rest your back against his wide chest, blanket covering you legs.

“Yeah, I’m comfy.”

Nanami kisses your temple, and goes back to completing his work, which lulls you to sleep due to how absolutely boring it is.

3 - OVERTIME

Nanami heard keys fiddling with the door while he is on his laptop in the kitchen. He hears a loud, annoyed groan.

Must have been a long day for you.

Shoes are thrown onto the floor, along with your bag and your coat is flung onto the rack.

You trod to the doorway of the living room and Nanami’s sees how tired and disheveled you look.

“Hey, sweetheart.”

You only respond with a grumble.

“Hard day?”

Another grumble from you.

“Do you want to tell me all about it?”

A jumpy grumble clambers out of your mouth as you dash over to him and plop down on his inviting lap.

“Ugh, Kenny…these people…”

He rubs circles on you back, gently coaxing the complaints out of you.

“They’re so…they’re just so stupid.”

Nanami can’t help but chuckle at your bluntness and your genuine sadness at your coworkers’s stupidity.

“Seriously, they are! And don’t even get me started on that damn boss.”

So Nanami listens to you rant about your dumb coworkers while he just relishes in having you sit in his lap.

4 - GATHERINGS

On the rare occasion that you and Nanami organise a friend and family gathering, this time in the form of a barbecue, it is a success.

More people than you were both expecting showed up and your backyard was filled with music, friends, family members, chatter, kids running around and the smell of mouth-watering, flavourful meat.

The gathering lasts from noon until late evening, at which most people have left and the only ones who still lingered were close friends.

“Kento.” You walked up to where he sat on the outdoor couch, speaking to one of his work colleagues whose name you have forgotten. Something beginning with a ‘H’, you think?

“Hey, sweetheart.” He pauses his conversation to talk to you. “Are you tired?”

You were tired. You had been preparing the food, offering the food, playing with the kids, speaking to guests and now you feel the weight of all your hard work.

“I did not expect that many people to show up…”

“No, me neither. You did a great job, baby.” He huffs with a shake of his head. He then spreads his legs, more than they already are. “Do you want to rest?”

You are in in lap before he even finishes his sentence. Seriously, he does not finish his sentence.

He smiles at your urgency, admiring how cute you look curled up in his lap, your cheek squished up against his chest.

He takes a knitted blanket and throws it over your body, protecting you from the slight chill in the night air.

Nanami continues to speak to his friend, quieter now that you’re here, and caresses the back of your neck.

5 - BREAKFAST

“Kento, I’m- what’s all this?”

After spending a short time searching for Nanami, you find him outside in your colourful, shared garden. He sits on the garden chair, and on the medium-sized round table is a well prepared, delectable breakfast.

“Hm? Oh. This is breakfast.”

“Breakfast? But Kenny, I-“” You look down at your phone, checking the time, “I have to get to work-“”

“Call in late.”

You frown. “But-“”

“It’s such a nice morning, isn’t it?” He looks to the sky, taking a sip of his tea before looking at you. “Spend it with me.”

Well, he wasn’t wrong.

It was warm outside with beams of sunlight peaking through the gaps of the blooming blossom tree Nanami is stationed under. A gentle breeze curled through the air, the harmonic birdsong twinkled in your ears and the aroma of sweet-scented pastries wafted under your nose.

It did not take much to convince you.

“Okay. I’ll stay, but remind me to leave in thirty minutes.”

Nanami exhales and smiles, all soft and tender. “I’m glad. Come here, take a seat.”

Your stomach rumbles as you walk to sit in the garden chair opposite Nanami. He stops you.

“Where are you going?”

“Uhm…to sit down?”

“Oh, no, no…come sit on Kento’s lap, sweetheart. I want you to try this danish pastry,” he breaks off a piece so you can have some, “it’s my mother’s recipe.”

Ignoring your heart skipping a beat at how he referred to himself, you sit on his thigh, and he wraps an arm around your hip. He holds the piece of pastry to your mouth.

“Try a piece.”

You open your mouth and allow him to place it on you tongue, you lips briefly touching his fingertips. You laugh a little, flustered as you chew on the sweet treat. He licks his fingertip, the same one your lips touched.

“Do you like it?”

“Hmm! It’s very sweet!” You are glad you said yes to this. Work could handle you being a little late.

“Good.” Nanami shuffles forward in his chair, bringing you closer to the table of food. He kisses your shoulder and runs his hands up and down your waist. “Come on, eat up. You have a long day ahead of you.”

Nanami did not remind you to leave in those thirty minutes.

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