Kenny x Reader - Remembered?More Like This
Dear Lovely Readers,
OK so this is my first ever fan-fiction, please go easy on me. It might be rubbish so I'm sorry, I promise my next one will be better and if you have any advice please comment below. Thanks love you guys!
From yours truly,
"Kenny, watch out!" I cried, desperately trying to reach him in time to save his life. I could hear a voice in the back of my mind saying that I wouldn't be able to reach him in time, that it was pointless to stop my first ever crush from venturing into the mysterious world of the after life. I didn't want to believe it and pushed it away but it just kept getting louder and louder.
"You can't reach him in time you know..." it bluntly said. No emotion could be gained from it, it was fully monotone.
"No." I whispered, tears welling up upon the surface of my (e/c) eyes as I saw the uncontrolled vehicle get ever closer to Kenny
Myeterion x Reader - SafeMore Like This
It's me again with another South park x reader fanfic! I hope you like it.
Please comment below and tell me what you think thanks!
Reader's P.O.V (you are 10 years old OK?)
It happened again... why do I have to get bullied just because of the lose of my parents? Can't I have a little happiness? Is that too much for me to ask for? I looked out of the open window, a window that lead to a dorm where all my other sisters slept. I crawled towards it, making sure not to wake anyone else up. I wouldn't want them to be tired all day tomorrow, without them I would have already given up on life, they told me the bright side of things and not to worry. I still got horribly beaten though, they only looked after me when the battle was over and
South Park One-Shot (Curly Goth x Reader)More Like This
You were the only one who knew what Curly-haired goth's name was. Well, beside his parents. He only allowed you to call him that. The other goths didn't know why you called him Michael. You loved hanging out with them. You weren't exactly goth, but they were fun. At least, you thought they were. They thought you were a nice person. Michael never called you a conformist. Which is a reason you loved him. You knew Michael didn't like love or anything about it. It made you upset to think he will never love you.
Which leads to now. You walking down the hall way looking depressed. People stared at you. Usually you were pretty happy. The goths, noticed. They came up to you. You looked up at them and they noticed how serious this was. "(Y/n), are you OK?" "Yeah." "No you're not. I can tell." Michael pointed out. You look at the other goths. "Can you guys let me ta
a confession.More Like This
The College of Winterhold was unnaturally cold. Ever since the destruction of the Eye of Magnus, Io'Sinn had spent her time hidden away in the Arch-Mage's chambers. The man whom had so long been like a father to her was gone and she was left with the shambles of an already broken college to try and piece together. It was like trying to build with dry sand as a heavy wind tussled the beaches; nigh impossible.
As the girl rounded off a long, four-page letter, a soft knock came at her door, followed by Brelyna's gently accented tone.
To anyone else, those words would have been utterly empty, plain, common. But to Io'Sinn, they held too much meaning for her to stomach. Her gut flipped, her heart opening like a pit as she slowly and primly folded up her papers. At the back of her skull she heard Oaveni's snicker, followed by, 'we've faced dragons together, little Sinner. But y' can't even manage to talk to a man? Pull yourself up, little Sinner. Pretend he's