A/N So this is just a bunch of small oneshots and such. just little cute scenarios. Imma call them Mini Shots, but I'm like 80% sure that these are actually called drabbles or something oof.

I glared at the black haired boy in front of me. "I hate you." I snarled at him. How fucking dare he. How dare he hurt me like this, knowing that I hate loosing to someone else. I am better! I am always better!

I was infuriated. I was obviously very mad at him and he just stood there, eyebrow raised. "What!? Not going to fight back!? Pussy!" I jabbed, trying to get a reaction. He just rolled his eyes. That bastard!

"Fuck you Stanley Marsh! I'll never forgive you! how dare you cheat like that!" I basically screamed. I felt like I was going to cry. God he made me so fucking mad. This was such bullshit!

He sighed and started walking towards me. "Hey! back off cheater!" I shouted, walking backwards away from him. He just kept walking towards me until he got close enough and  grabbed my smaller body, pulling me towards him. I struggled to push him away. I was basically in tears now. He sighed once again and whispered in my ear, "Babe, calm down. It's just monopoly."

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Kyle yawned and glanced at the clock. The bright green numbers flashed 3 AM. "Babe, you know you can go to sleep right?" The Boy in a blue and red hat spoke next to him. "Shut up, you nerd. I'm staying up with you. I'm not even ti-" cut off mid denial by a yawn Stan rolled his eyes. "Yeah okay, and Satan's not gay. Go to bed." 

Kyle glared at Stan. The only reason they were even up this late is because Animal Planet was having a 24 hour animal documentary marathon that started that morning at 12 AM and Stan refused to miss a minute. Of course Kyle, being the sweetheart he is, decided he would stay up with Stan as well to keep him company, but unlike Stan, Kyle was not accustomed to staying p to ungodly hours of the night and was about to pass out.

Stan brushed Kyle's hair out of his eyes. "Go to bed baby, you deserve it." Kyle huffed. "So do you." Stan laughed. "Fine, I'll just record the documentary's and we'll catch up on them tomorrow." Kyle smiled at his boyfriend. God he's so cute.

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Kyle nervously stood in the living room of his and Stan's house. His parents were apparently coming over to their house to celebrate Stan's birthday, even though Kyle though that was strange, seeing as Stan was still in the army and was yet to come home for another 6 months.  

Stan had joined the army and was diploid in North Korea for a whole year and then the front lines for another 6 months. Kyle had missed him immensely, but he just had to push through it. Recently of course, Stan's usual messages and updates had stopped being sent to Kyle, making him sick with worry. Was he sick? injured? dead?

Kyle shook the thoughts away. He just had to breath. Stan was okay, he promised he would be.  

A knock on the door woke Kyle from his trance. He had the whole living room up, waiting for his family and the food they made. Kyle had been sick with worry the past year and a half and he lost a good amount of weight, every time he saw his family, they forced him to eat fatty and high caloric foods. "Hey mom, Hey dad." He greeted his parents. Ike of course just gave his brother a silent hug.

After sitting about and catching up, a second knock was heard. "Oh that's him!" Sheila squealed, going to open the door. "Who's him?" Kyle asked his dad. He didn't answer. 

"Hey dude."

Kyle's eyes widened. "Stan?" He whispered. "Um, yeah. I think so." Kyle screamed and wrapped his arms around his boyfriend who was decked head to toe in an army uniform. Kyle grasped onto him and wouldn't let go. "Kyle I also have something to ask."

"Yes?"

"will you marry me?"

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ThatOneJewishKid: Uh hey

WheresTheWhiskey: hm? Who is this?

ThatOneJewishKid: Oh shit, is this not Kenny Mccormick?

WheresTheWhiskey: Haha, nope. You've got the wrong guy kid.

ThatOneJewishKid: Oh damn, that kinda sucks. Sorry for wasting your time dude, I'm just trying                                            to find my friend :(

WheresTheWhiskey: We aren't friends? :(

ThatOneJewishKid: Well I mean, I hardly even know you

WheresTheWhiskey: Well hell, why don't we get to know each other. My name's Stan, what's                                                     yours?

ThatOneJewishKid: Kyle

WheresTheWhiskey: That's a cool name. Are we friends now?

ThatOneJewishKid: Haha, sure ig. Man, you must really want internet friends or something

WheresTheWhiskey: Not really, it's justall my irl friends are garbage, That's all. Even my gf is                                                      shitty sometimes. Like, she used to be so smart and thoughtful but now                                                    she's like, a completelydifferent person. It's just kind of nice to have a                                                        friend  that isn't on drugs or trying to smash my gf.         

ThatOneJewishKis: Oh oof man, I feel that. My friends are also kinda like that haw haw. Hey,                                                   maybe we can be friends though, right?      

WheresTheWhiskey: Yeah... I'd like that.

ThatOneJewishKid: Ha yeah, same <3

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The warrior Stan kneeled before the High Jew Elf King. He bowed his head in respect for the person he would be protecting. He heard clothing shuffle, and the sound of footsteps walking towards him. He felt hand on his shoulder. 

"You can stand up."  A gentle voice spoke. The knight stood up, chin raised, not looking his superior in the eye, just like he had been taught. The soft voice laughed quietly. "You can look at me silly." Stan didn't look, though. He simply looked ahead. 

He heard the voice sigh. "Please look at me." Stan didn't want to go against his training, but he had also been taught to do everything his superior told him to do. He looked down. Standing, maybe a few inches shorter than him was a boy. He had flaming curls poking underneath his spring green hat and a crown made of sticks and leaves. His robes were red with deigns made from gold thread. He had beautiful forest green eyes and a heavily freckled face. 

He smiled up at the noiret. "Well, introduce yourself." He spoke, words slipping from his pretty pink lips. "I am Stan the Warrior, your majesty." He said, bowing, head lowered once again in respect to the king. "Oh please, call me Kyle." The king said.

Stan didn't like the idea of using casual terms to refer to the royal in front of him, but an order was an order I suppose. "Now come, I'll show you to your room."

"Our room." Stan corrected quietly. He immediately stopped and slapped himself as hard as he could. "Woah! What the fuck? Are you okay?" Kyle whipped around confused. "i'm sorry Kyle, I should not have corrected you in such a way. It is not my place to speak without permission to do so. I simply had to punish myself so you wouldn't have to." Kyle looked up at him, and put a soft hand up to Stan's red cheek. "Please don't do that to yourself. You can always correct me if I'm wrong silly." Stan's face lit up. His new master was so nice.

"But what did you mean by 'our room'?" The elf king asked. "Well, as protocol, The personal soldier must share a room with his master, to protect him, even in dreams." Kyle shook his head. "You don't have to do all of that, ya know. You can have your own room and stuff." Stan shook his head. "No, this is my duty. I must protect you." Kyle blushed slightly. He's so loyal. he thought to himself.

"Well okay then. I'll show you to our room."

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"Give it up Kite! You'll never beat me!" Toolshed yelled, dodging the Aliens lasers. "Tough luck Toolshed!" The Human Kite shouted back. The two had bumped into each other and immediately begun fighting. They had been such good friends before, but then Toolshed left the coons franchise without Kite, starting some rather intense bad blood. 

Kite wasn't even sure why he had been so angry at Toolshed leaving. I mean hell, it's his life but still. It stirred something deep inside him, and whatever it was made his heart heavy whenever he thought of the raven haired boy. 

Lost in thought, Toolshed knocked Kite out of the sky. Hitting the concrete, he groaned. "Ugh. Fuck... You..." He coughed. Good thing his alien bones were very durable when it came to steep falls and his body self healed, sorta like wolverine. Toolshed glared at him. "I hate you." He spat. The Human Kite looked at him in tears. "why? We were so close before I don't... I don't understand." 

He tried to blink the tears back, but he knew that Toolshed had seen them. "I just do! I don't know..." Kite's temper flared. "What do you mean 'you don't know'!? I'm fucking hurt dude! You hurt me! What the hell is wrong with you! You make me feel like shit and you don't even know why!?" He tried to sit up, but his body was still trying to heal up all his scraps and cracked bones. 

Toolshed took a step back. "I- I'm sorry man! I just.." He hesitated. "just what!?" Kyle yelled, holding the arm he had fallen on. "I- I just, fuck I love you! I fucking love you Kite! I hate that I do so I tried to run away and tell myself that I hate you but it didn't work and now I'm even more in love with you than before! God fucking damnit Kite, why can't you just leave my mind alone!?" 

The Human kite was taken aback. Toolshed... Loved him? Why does that make him so happy. Why does he suddenly understand his fuckwadded emotions when it comes to the other boy. "I- Toolshed..." He whispered. "Save it Kite. I don't need to here you say it to know that you've rejected me. Just, don't tell the Coon. He's already on to me as it is." And with that, he was off, leaving the Human Kite standing there, sad and confused. 

"I love you too..."

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A/N Yo Yo kids. Did you know the Human Kite's gender is just "alien kite"? Yeah me either. But hey, comment if you want me to continue one of these little mini shots, because that would be fun. (tbh I'll probably continue all of them eventually but commenting will help me know which one you guys liked the most)