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A/N: This is a sequel to a previous fanfic, "Sick Kenny X Reader: Don't Go", and is based off the episode Red Sleigh Down.  Those of you who were saddened by Don't Go, here's the ending.  For those of you who haven't read Don't Go, read that first, I'll put links in description.  Enjoy dear readers. Cut cut cut You had in your hand a bolt of soft orange fleece, the same orange that reminded you of an old friend, a first love.  Gliding the scissors on the fabric, you cut various shapes, rectangles, circles, and shapes you had no name for.  You had paused, looking out the window.  It was snowing.  It had always snowed in your small mountain t

Your name is [Y/N] McCormick. Your Kenny McCormick's twin sister that has been dead for the past few years. You see, you had the same 'power' as Kenny did. Being able to die but always coming back. But yours seemed to take longer then his did. He came back days, a week maybe even a month after he died but for you. It took you 3 and a half years to come back, you had died around the time that you were both 6 just entering school for the first time. You had pushed Kenny out of the way of a falling bookshelf and ended up the one crushed under it's weight. Poor Kenny cried for awhile after that always blaming himself for your death when it was

—Misconceptions— Jealous!Eren x Reader [Modern!AU] [Request] Another day of hard work is over. This is Eren’s favorite time of the day. He is ready to get home, and spend the rest of the night with you. Eren and you have been a couple for two years now, and living together for a year and a half. The last two years have been the best of Eren’s life. He couldn’t wait to get home to show you how much he appreciated you being in his life. All he had to do is open the door to the apartment, and he’d see your smiling face. Eren opens the door, with a smile on his face. The smile soon fades. Eren was not greeted

When Kenny found out Stan's favorite band he didn't know what to do. And really, he totally found out on accident. He hadn't meant to just throw the door to his bedroom open and see Stan dancing around, shaking his ass, singing at the top of his lungs: "You want my cock But it's mine So take a number And get in line Whipped cream and astroglide Take off my wrapper And slip n' slide Sticky like a lollie Blow me 'til I pop You can sample all my flavors At my candyshop" Never in his life had he thought of Stan being into Blood On The Dance Floor, but hearing him sing the words was just right. Perfect even. It was okay to say he w

You never understood why you stuck around with him.  He was an arrogant, cunning, and diabolical young man, and people hated him for it. Yet while they kept their distance from Mukuro Rokudo, you were drawn closer. He was the only child in the Estraneo Famiglia that bothered to converse with you. He was your only friend - if you could call him that. So when he had killed his captors and offered you a taste of freedom, you didn't hesitate to say no. So, here you were, sitting next to your now older friend as he waited for his opponent. You toyed with your hair, twirling it between your slender fingers as you turned to the male. "... Mukuro?

Your hair is on fire. You don't know it's on fire, but it's on fire. It happens sometimes, when you're stressed, which you are right now, as you're sure you're going to fail this test you’re currently taking. There isn't really a lot of fire, just the very tips, which flicker every now and then. There isn’t enough smoke to set off the fire alarm, or to even be noticeable, as everyone else in the class is so focused on their own tests. Except for that guy who sits behind you, who hasn’t even started his test yet, seeing as he knows he can finish it within the last few seconds of the time limit. Bored as he is, Pietro spen

A/N: This is a sequel to a previous fanfic, "Sick Kenny X Reader: Don't Go", and is based off the episode Red Sleigh Down.  Those of you who were saddened by Don't Go, here's the ending.  For those of you who haven't read Don't Go, read that first, I'll put links in description.  Enjoy dear readers. Cut cut cut You had in your hand a bolt of soft orange fleece, the same orange that reminded you of an old friend, a first love.  Gliding the scissors on the fabric, you cut various shapes, rectangles, circles, and shapes you had no name for.  You had paused, looking out the window.  It was snowing.  It had always snowed in your small mountain t