#kenny x oc

[raine-blxssxm]

Some Amelia doodles I’ve done while I was inactive!!

[of-twilight-and-moonshadow]

Safe - Emery x Kenny

How in the WORLD did I NOT post this?! I can't believe I've been sitting on this one. Oops.

Have some fluff! *throws*

Part of my Dark Angel of the Bullet Club series.

Also; If you speak Japanese, and find that I got the translation below incorrect, I apologize. I got it off of google translate. The english translation is below it, for those that don't speak Japanese though <3

Word Count: 1118

Tag List: @katries @mrsmatt @summertimefun1982

If you want added to the list, let me know!

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With everything going on, it was safe to say that Emery’s anxiety and emotions were a whirlwind, up and down like a rollercoaster. It caused so many self-doubts and demons to rise to the surface in her mind, the never-ending thoughts making it difficult to sleep. Last night had been no different, Emery barely getting an hour’s worth of sleep interrupted by constant bouts of being awake.

Just after 7 in the morning, Emery woke up once more with her heart beating against her chest like a battering ram. A deep sigh escaped her throat as she carefully rolled over so she wouldn’t bother Kenny- but to her surprise, he was not to be found.

“Guess he’s already up…” she thought, pushing back the covers and getting up. Her feet shuffled down the hallway as the smell of bacon and freshly brewed coffee hit her nose. Reaching the kitchen, Emery’s eyes landed on Kenny, who stood with his back to her. He kept a careful eye on the bacon and looked at something on his phone.  A soft smile graced her face, her body warming up with adoration for the older Canadian, taking a moment to take in the sight before carefully padding into the kitchen. Coming to a stop behind Kenny, Emery slowly and gently reached her hands up and slid them around Kenny’s abdomen. His posture tightened briefly in surprise before she felt him relax in her arms, Emery’s hands flattening against his chest.

“Good morning,” Kenny’s voice rumbled warmly, the vibrations felt through the placement of her hands.

“…morning…” Emery replied, her voice soft and barely audible. Kenny wasn’t oblivious- he knew that something was on her mind and affecting her sleep, but he didn’t want to pry.

“Would you like some coffee?”

Emery stood there, considering the offer for a moment, before eventually giving her head a soft shake, not lifting her skull from Kenny’s broad back. Her fingers played with the cloth on the front, liking the softness of the fabric.

“Do you… want to go out today? Go for a walk, visit that one butterfly exhibit?” Kenny was trying anything, hoping to lift Emery’s spirit in any way he could. When she once again shook her head no, he felt his heart sink a bit. Hopefully, he could figure something out that would help her.

Throughout the day, Emery stayed at Kenny’s side- but didn’t pay much attention to what was going on. Movies and TV shows played in the background, whatever game Kenny was playing at the time, and phone calls that Kenny had with TK or the Bucks. While it didn’t seem like much, it was their usual to share the same room in a comfortable silence. However, this occasion was not the same silence- it was almost a bittersweet, awkward silence that fell around the space.

With a building frustration at his game, Kenny got up and walked away from the desk, sitting down on the couch beside Emery. He leaned his head back to rest it on the couch with a sigh, closing his blue eyes momentarily before reopening them and looking at his better half. He reached out and gently took her hand in his own, rubbing his thumb over the skin on the back of her hand in soothing circles.

“Ree…. Angel—what’s on your mind? I know something’s bothering you; talk to me, please.”

The silence stretched for a few moments as Emery stared at their hands connected, his larger hand engulfing her own. The strength that he possessed, yet he was always so gentle with her. Chewing on her bottom lip, Emery contemplated her words before sighing.

“Just… scared, I guess… with everything going on with BCC… and Callis…. Pheonix… I know you had the surgeries, and you’re all good now…. But I’m still worried about you—about Adam…. Nick… Matt – Cassidy, too. A part of me feels helpless, like I’m a hindrance and that I’m just in the way,” Emery began, the words just flowing from her mouth now that she started, “Maybe I’m not good enough, not strong enough—maybe I don’t deserve any of this, don’t deserve you— and I’ve tried not thinking about it, ignoring it. For a while, I did, too—but then the nightmares started happening, and I couldn’t get over them, and I don’t want to sleep because I know once I fall asleep that they’ll just come back and—”

“Woah woah, easy, Kitten, easy,” Kenny soothed, maneuvering on the couch to look at Emery better. His hands reached out, careful not to startle her. His hands cupped her face, eyes looking into her own with love and worry. His thumbs brushed away the tears that had fallen unbeknown to her, and Kenny placed a gentle kiss on Emery’s forehead.

“Are you afraid to fall asleep because you think you’re gonna have a nightmare?” he asked her, to which she nodded wordlessly before subconsciously nuzzling into his hand. Kenny’s heart broke to see her in such an emotional state; all he wanted to do was make everything better, to see her smile once again.

“Do you think….” Kenny asked, “Do you think it would be helpful if we were cuddling?”

Emery opened her eyes and peered at Kenny, swallowing the lump in her throat before giving an uncertain nod. Gently, the Canadian reached his arms out to pull her close, laying back on the couch. Her head rested against his chest, his relaxed breathing lulling her into a calm sense of security. Kenny’s left hand wrapped around her waist, holding her close, while his right hand stroked through her brown and blue hair.

Planting another soft kiss on her forehead, Kenny whispered, “Aishi teru yo, koneko chan. Anata wa watashi ga ima made deatsu ta naka de mottomo tsuyoku, mottomo yasashiku, mottomo kanpeki de,  mottomo omoiyari no aru hito desu. Watashi to onaji you ni jibun wa mi te morae tara ii nonie to omoi masu. Subete no gimon ya shinpai wa torinozoke tara ii nonie to omoi masu. Yasuraka ni, aisuru hito yo, watashi wa akumu wa yosetsuke nai tame ni koko ni iru.”

(Translation: I love you so much, kitten. You are the strongest, sweetest, most perfect, most caring person I have ever met. I wish you could see yourself the way I do. I wish I could take away all the doubts and the worries. Rest, my love, I will be here to keep the nightmares at bay.)

Against his chest, he felt a smile lift her lips just barely and gave a gentle smile of his own, listening to her breathing even out as she slowly drifted off, “Sleep, I’ll keep you safe.”

[thegirlfromwky]

Salvation -Pt.1- (Kenny McCormick x OC)

Not having friends never really bothered Sam, but when her mother calls with some bad news, she realizes how lonely she really is...

!!!(TW: Neglect, Mommy issues, Strong language)!!!

(NOTE: Characters are aged up to be seniors in high school! This is based on a Sims 4 save I've been playing!)

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Sam jumped out of her seat and slung her backpack over her shoulder, rushing out of the small classroom as soon as the bell dismissed her.

It was Friday afternoon, and while most students were rushing to exit the school, Sam speed-walked further into it. The sound of her peers making weekend plans with their cliques faded into the background of her mind as she only thought of one thing...

The new series of books in the library. They were brand new, having just been purchased by the school. They probably even still had that new book smell!

As the thoughts of fresh, crisp pages and a quiet night in under the light of a reading lamp filled her brain, she was suddenly sent tumbling onto her ass after walking right into something.

"Ow...fuck" she cursed, scrambling to pick up her backpack and the textbooks she was carrying.

"Hey, watch- Oh shit, it's a girl. You okay..?" a voice asked above her. She looked up, surprised. She hadn't even considered that the thing she had run into was a person; she assumed it was a wall or something.

Instead, a boy with messy golden blonde hair and concerned blue eyes peered down at her. He wore an orange hoodie and baggy ripped jeans with black sneakers. Sam felt herself blush, realizing she was staring.

But...he was staring too. His wide eyes searching hers for any sign of pain or anger. Just then, he held out his hand to her, offering to help her up. And with an embarrassed gulp, she took it, placing her smaller hand gently in his. It's warm and his flushed skin is softer than she would have assumed.

For the first time ever, she is self-conscious about her chipping red nail polish.

As gently as possible, he pulls her to her feet and she brushes the dirt from her black pleated skirt. The boy hurriedly bends down and picks up her things, handing them to her.

"So, um...you in a hurry or something?" he asked, shoving his hands in his pockets.

Her face warmed up all over again.

Fuck.

'I can't tell this guy I'm hurrying to pick up a book! I'll sound like a loser!'

"U-Um I was just on my way to my locker. Trying to get the hell out of here...heh..."

He smiled an amused and undeniably handsome smile, his eyes sparkling like sunlight on the ocean.

"Yeah, I feel that. Uh, I'm Kenny, by the way..."

"Sam..." she replied with a nod, holding her books against her chest.

"Kenny! Hurry up, asshole! We're playing Xbox at Kyle's!" a voice called. Sam glanced behind Kenny to see it belonged to a chunky, slightly shorter boy in a red coat. Two other boys were standing with him, their backpacks slung over their shoulders. A guy with a green hat is glaring at the one who yelled, and another with a brown coat is looking at his phone, not even paying attention.

"Coming, fatass..." Kenny grumbled, quiet enough that the other guy apparently did not hear him, before turning back to Sam.

"Hey, um, I gotta go but..." he began, pulling a scrap piece of paper from her binder and a pen from his pocket and scribbling something down quickly.

"Text me sometime...okay?" he finished, winking and shoving the pen back in his pocket before hurrying over to his friends. The chunky guy gave Sam a weird look as they all walked away towards the exit, but she didn't even notice. She was too consumed by what had just happened, and too busy staring at the messy black ink scrawled on her notes.

A phone number...a boy's phone number. A cute boy.

Carefully, she took the page and folded it up, placing it in a zip pocket of her backpack so she wouldn't lose it. With a cursory glance around, she snuck off to the library.

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Later that evening, after indulging in a few chapters of her new book, she sat at her desk, her notes and textbooks spread out in front of her. As her eyes trailed down the pages of notes, doing their best to transplant the information into her brain, she stopped suddenly. Under one of her bullet points was the black ink Kenny had scrawled on the page. The number.

She tried to get on with her studies and read past it, but found herself lingering on it, imagining what she would say if she were to text him. The thought filled her with anxiety. She never texted people first. In fact, she hardly ever texted people period. But there was no way around it; she had to. He couldn't exactly make the first move without knowing her number in return.

She took a deep breath and, with all the courage she could muster, grabbed her phone from her desk drawer.

She opened the texting app, determined to send the first message before she lost her nerve, when suddenly the screen lit up on it's own.

'Mom' it read, vibrating in her hand.

"Mom? At this hour?" she mumbled, tapping the button to accept the call.

"Samantha? It's mom...how are you?"

A mother's voice is something that should be comforting. It should make you feel safe and happy, especially if your mother happens to almost never be at home. But hearing her mom over the phone made Sam feel...nothing, really. She cared for her mother, but honestly, she couldn't remember the last time she had even seen her. Her mother didn't know her...she didn't even know her daughter hated being called by her full first name.

"Hey, mom. I'm fine, just doing some homework..."

"Good! That's good honey...so you're doing well in school, then? High marks?"

"Straight A's, just like always"

"My smart girl. I'm proud of you, Samantha"

That should have made her happy. It didn't.

An awkward silence filled the air for a few beats before her mother cleared her throat and spoke again.

"Er, pumpkin, I...may have some bad news"

"Okay?"

She sighed.

"Work is going to take longer than expected, and...I won't be home for Christmas this year, sweetheart"

As indifferent as Sam was about her mother, she did feel her heart drop a little at this. Her mom had always made sure to be home for Christmas, making peppermint hot chocolate for them and bearing gifts from different states and countries. That was the one thing they had together. Their one tradition.

"Oh."

"Oh, Sammy, I'm so sorry! I would get away and come home if I could but there is just no way this year! I promise we will do hot chocolate and presents the second I come home in January, though!"

She hated 'Sammy' almost as much as her actual name.

"Okay..."

"I-If you get lonely, grandma can always fly in to spend Christmas with you! Should I call-"

"N-No, mom. No, it's fine. I'm okay. I promise..." she said, a little too quickly to be convincing. Her mother was silent for a long moment.

"I'm going to send extra money the week of Christmas. Get yourself whatever you want, sweetie"

Suddenly, there was a stern male voice in the background.

"O-Oh, um, yes sir. Be right there...Samantha, my break is over but...I will try my best to call again soon, okay? Promise. I love you..."

"Love you too, mom"

The call ended, and Sam was left in the heavy silence of her bedroom, dark except for the lamp on her desk. When the call screen went away, the blank text box popped back up. Mocking her, she felt.

She clicked off her phone and plugged it in for the night. She'd lost the nerve to send that text.

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Ello! I've only recently gotten into South Park and this is my first time writing a fic for it. Hope it's not too ooc!

[tawouqk]

kenny mccormick..pls reblog guys🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🫧🫧🫧🫧🫧⭐️⭐️

[mishytato]

Another twenny scribble

[southparkhcsocs]

While I was off having a menty b I wanted to redesign the designs to be more simplistic and cartoon-y

[runtwithwolves]

CANON X OC SHAME | Kenny and my new kid animation

[mullermilkshake]

Fic/ one shot Recs

Most NSFW / MINORS PLEASE DNI —- 🔞

Jujutsu Kaisen

polluted - heichoe Gojo, Geto, Choso, Sukuna x Reader (One shot)

bare with a blindfold - interlude_enternude Gojo, Sukuna x Reader (Ongoing)

you're the reason that I just can't concentrate - slutsenpai Hiromi x reader (Ongoing)

Those Who Would Bare False Witness -silentgods (One shot)

Rule of Gods - MorganMacCallum Sukuna x OC (Completed)

Helping Hands - silentgods Geto x Reader (One shot)

Making Sacrifices - Gojo, Sukuna, Nanami, Geto, Mahito x Reader (Completed… and am I making a self rec? Definitely! This fic is my absolute baby)

Attack on titan

Out Of The Blue - silentgods Annie x Eren (Completed)

Fragments Of Memories - Ever_enthralled (Won't be completed but I love it so much) Erwin x Reader / Zeke x Reader

Death's Door - SongsOfApollo Levi x Reader (Ongoing, I think)

Nine Muses - Anastasianoelle All the wonderful Art men (One shot series)

Play With Us - Anastasianoelle Reiner, Porco x Reader (One shot)

Neighbour from hell - Levi x OC ( Completed… another self rec I know, sorry about this one)

[rencoons-trashcan]

Ok, so a friend of mine showed me a villain oc x kenny/mysterion fanfic some time ago and oh boi- with that, rewatching the whole show and replaying the games kenny has become such a comfort character lately aaaaa- he deserves the best ;;-;;

[raine-blxssxm]

Phone destroyer Kennelia!!

For their mystical units, I decided to keep Kenny’s theme where he’s a Greek god (Hermes) by making Amelia Persephone. For Amelia’s weapon/power in the game, she has a basket of pomegranates, half of them being edible, and the other half being bombs. Her idle ability is that she’s capable of throwing these pomegranate bombs whereas her charged move is that she regains health by eating a pomegranate. This is inspired by a Greek myth I read a couple months ago at school where Persephone ate a pomegranate in the underworld, which obligated her to stay with Hades. According to the book, she did this because her favorite food was pomegranates, and she was extremely hungry after not eating for so long. Hope you guys like it!! ❤️

[of-twilight-and-moonshadow]

Apologies - Kenny x Emery

Part of my Dark Angel of the Bullet Club series.

I needed something soft and fluffy I guess, after everything I've put Emery through recently.

Summary: After the argument over Hangman, Kenny returns home alone. He's starting to wonder if he chased Emery away for good until he hears soft crying coming from his bedroom. Kenny realizes he needs to be completely honest with both himself and Emery if they're to get past this.

Word Count: 1,335

Tag: @katries @summertimefun1982 @blxxckheart

Warnings: a man letting himself be vulnerable? emotional

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Kenny sighed as he returned home after the chaotic night, shutting the door behind him. After Emery had run out, Matt following her—Nick had a small conversation with him that opened his eyes some.

“Ken—what are you doing, man?

“What are you—what am I? What am I doing?! I said what needed to be said—Hangman isn’t—”

“He isn’t part of the group. Currently. But he was—and you know how close Ree was with him. No—stop. Just listen, okay? Emery is in a delicate state of mind right now after Sinister coming out. She doesn’t need you tossing aside her feelings right now.”

“I wasn’t--!”

“You were—and you did! Kenny, dude—she loves you. That’s a given. But she also loves Hangman. She loves a lot of people, all equally. You sitting there, claiming that nobody here cared about Hangman, cut her deep, man. Despite everything, including what has gone on with us and Adam, Emery has been by our side. By YOUR side. If she didn’t love you, she wouldn’t have. She’d have been gone a long ass time ago. So just cut the bullshit, get past the jealousy, and realize that--- that you’re just gonna have to share a spot in her heart with him. That or risk losing her altogether.”

Afterward, Nick left him alone in the locker room and headed to his hotel. Kenny had sat there and thought it over for a while, coming to the realization that Nick was right. Emery had stayed by his side, in his corner, for years now and hadn’t once deviated away. Every championship, every win, and every loss—she was there. Upon realizing this, Kenny had searched the entire arena for her—but Emery was nowhere to be found.

So, he sent her a text and returned home. Alone.

The house was dark and cold when he arrived. Some part of him had hoped she’d be there, sitting in the living room waiting for him, but no such luck. Kenny dropped his keys onto the stand beside the door, walked over to the couch, and dropped his bag on it with a heavy sigh.

Had he fucked up this time beyond saving? Was that the last straw in their relationship—and now she was gone?

After everything that had happened the past month, Kenny was tired—and right now, he just wanted to sleep. He’d unpack his bag in the morning and try calling her again, but for now—bed sounded like a good idea. Toeing off his shoes at the couch, Kenny padded up the stairs, his eyes feeling heavier with each step. While he loved coming back and winning the Trio’s belts with the Bucks last year, Kenny began wondering if he might have returned too soon. Or maybe he was just getting too old.

Approaching the bedroom door, Kenny reached out to push it open but stopped dead in his tracks. He strained his ears, listening closely, before slowly looking through the gap between the door and the frame. In the darkness, illuminated only by the moonlight outside, he saw a figure on the bed. Instantly, he realized it was Emery, but before he could call out to her- he heard the noise again.

The sound of a sob, accompanied by a sniffle. Narrowing his eyes, Kenny watched closer and saw her body twitch in time with the sounds. An overwhelming wave of guilt rushed over him, his arm dropping to his side as he realized she was still crying from their argument earlier. Taking a deep breath, Kenny swallowed his pride, let go of any resentment and jealousy he might have towards Hangman, and reached out towards the door, gently pushing it open. Swallowing the lump in his throat, he quietly walked over to the bed—spooking her was the last thing he wanted to do.

“…. Kitten?” Kenny whispered when he was close enough. He saw her entire body tense, and despite trying as hard as she could to keep her body from moving, Kenny could see it still shaking. Wordlessly, he crawled onto the bed, laying down behind her and slowly reaching an arm out towards her. Upon first contact, she jerked away, but Kenny persisted, letting his hand gently lay on her waist. This time, she didn’t move away, so he slid his arm around her, pulling Emery as close to him as he could. Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath; the smell of her shampoo still lingered in her hair from her earlier shower.

“Angelface… I’m sorry.” Kenny murmured, gently tilting his head against the back of hers, “I… I’m sorry I made you feel this way… that I made you cry… that I hurt you. I don’t—”

The words died in his throat, and upon taking another deep breath, he let himself be vulnerable to her, “I feel… jealous, at times… of Hangman and you. He’s younger than I am… attractive, blonde cowboy with baby blue eyes and a southern accent—I… I fear that you’ll… you’ll begin to not want me anymore. That I won’t be enough for you…”

As he spoke, he could feel her body slowly un-tense, her shaking going away.

“You mean the world to me, Emery. The Bucks bringing you into my life back in 2015… it was, as cliché as it sounds, a godsend. I couldn’t have been happier… but I just… I see you and Hangman together, and I just…”

He sighed, unsure what to say to help get his feelings across. Hell, he wasn’t sure if she was even listening to him anymore—until he felt Emery move in his arms. At first, he thought she was pulling away from him, and his heart dropped; but then he realized that Emery was just turning around to face him. The guilt returned as he saw her puffy, red eyes and tear-stained face. Gently, Kenny reached his hand up to wipe away the tears, his blue eyes searching her brown ones for any sign of what was going through her mind.

“I love you,” she finally whispered, her voice still raw, “I love you both. I don’t want to have to choose anymore…”

Kenny inhaled deeply, swallowing a lump in his throat before he hesitantly nodded.

“Then I… I won’t make you. If you want Hangman in your life… that’s your choice… I hope I still have a place… but if not, I… I understand….”

“You… you mean that?”

“If it’s what would make you happy, sweetheart… yeah,” Kenny nodded slightly, cupping her face before slowly tucking some hair behind her ear, “I won’t… I won’t necessarily like it… but I’ll just have to get used to it… If I want to keep you in my life…”

“T-thank you, Ken…” Emery whispered, her chin wobbling as a few more tears escaped her eyes. Kenny was quick to wipe them away, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead.

“No more tears, not tonight, okay?”

She nodded against him before he leaned backward on the bed, pulling her with him. Kenny’s head hit the pillow as Emery placed her own head on his chest, her arms wrapping around his midsection and holding him tight. Kenny’s arms wrapped around her securely as a small smile came to his face.

He still had her in his life, and for the moment, that was good enough for him. He’d have to learn to ignore the jealousy and co-exist with Hangman—for her.

Kenny would do anything for her, and he’d prove it to everyone with this. The two lay there, cuddling in the silence with the moonlight around them. The simplest thing, the touch of the other, comforted them both as it chased away the voices of insecurity and heartache in their minds. With one final kiss to the top of her head, Kenny let himself be lulled into a peaceful sleep, Emery already out cold, a soft smile on her face.

[babygirlbenpaul]

it’s my seventeenth birthday today so here r some memes i made to celebrate 🫶🏻

[ash-arts-a-thing]

He got tired of the… nicknames

[lulu24784]

I just wanted to draw them being cute 👉👈

[milesworld96]

At this point I just accepted the fact that I’m not funny or accurate with these shits and I’m just REALLY bored

[mango-mya]

Sorry for posting ooc self indulgent OC x Canon art it will happen again

(Inspired by that one Simon Petrikov scene because I'm INSANE)