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TW!!: Weed consumption, SMUT

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TW!!: Weed consumption, SMUT

TW!!: Weed consumption, SMUT

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{𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄} 𝐏𝐎𝐕;

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{𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄} 𝐏𝐎𝐕;

"{Your Name}! Dinner!" My mom yelled from downstairs. I got up from my bed, setting my phone down on the nightstand. Once I made it downstairs, Stan and my father were already sitting at the table with their empty plates in front of them.

   "Whatcha make tonight mom?" I asked peaking my head into the kitchen.
"I made spaghetti and meatballs. There should be some garlic bread on the table... oh! {Your Name} can you set this on the table please?" Mom asked as she handed me a salad bowl. I nodded my head 'yes' and walked back into the dining room.
    "What's that?" Stan asked.
"Salad."
    "Ewwww, Sharon I told you to stop buying salad. It's gross!" My dad whined.
"Shut it, Randy. You need to eat vegetables every now and then." She spoke as she entered the dining room with her plate of food.
"Where's mine?" My dad asked.
"Go make it Randy! I can't do everything for you." Mom glared, dad rolled his eyes and made his way to the kitchen. Me and Stan followed after him.

I grabbed a plate and loaded it with spaghetti, then I added sauce and the meatballs. I sat back down at the table, snagging a piece of garlic bread off of the table and placing it on my plate. I also got some of the salad.

𝐈 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐚𝐲 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐌𝐞 ||| Kenny McCormick x Reader Where stories live. Discover now