Fixed but Still Cracked| [Kenny x Reader]

Bonus Chapter: Little Short Storys

WARNING: SOME DISTURBING IMAGERY WILL BE USED: WARNING

—Your POV—

I walk with my children to their bedroom as they both argue over who's bed I'd be sleeping in. "No! (D/n) will sleep with me!"

"Nah ah! She'll sleep with me!" As my adorable angels argue, I give them both a nuzzle with my wet nose before leaving the room.

I pass Dew and enter Kenny's and mines room. Hopping up, I stand on the orange bed covers that are empty cause my husband is still getting ready for bed. Walking to a area I lay down in a comfortable position next to Kenny's spot.

Not feeling sleepy yet I stare patiently at the door way for Kenny to come.  'I can't believe it's been almost a year since I died...'

When I died I was turned into a hell hound demon for some reason. Satan says that your chances of becoming a demon increases when you make a contract, so making two must have affected that. He also was kind and said I could return to my family as a dog, but I must not let them aware that I came back, because of dumb death related things.

My black, slightly floppy, ears flatten against my head as I growl at the troubles I went through to return to my home. I had to deal with dog catchers, finding food that wasn't rotten beyond belief, adjust how I go to the bathroom, and make sure no one else tried to take me into their house to do what ever they do to animals. But I'm happy I never had the chance to find out.

Hearing a click, I look up and see Kenny leaving the bathroom in his white t-shirt and shorts, mumbling about something. Pitching my ears so I could listen I hear a bit of his conversation.

"....kids lunches...... new chef...... better be good....." It sounds like a work thing.

A since of pride over comes me as I start to feel my tail wag at the sight of Kenny. How he changed from being a perverted, horny kid into a well controlled elementary teacher that can kick Mr.Garrison's ass in the teacher department.

Feeling the covers move I look over to see Kenny to be getting into bed preparing to sleep. Slowly and silently I creep closer to him till my back is gently pressing agains his side. Hearing the click of the lights being turned off, I lay my head down and close my eyes.

"Good night (y/n)...."

'Good night Ken....'

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—Wendy's POV—

I sat on the bench at Starks pond, watching the ice skaters have their fun. It reminded me of the time (y/n) had taken me ice skating back in our junior year. I knew it had no meaning more then just girls hanging out, but to me it was special. It was one of the rare moments I could have you all to myself for a little bit.

•— Flashback —•

"Wendy come on! I know you can ice skate!"

(Y/n) runs towards Stark's Pond, practically dragging me by the hand. Rolling my eyes playfully I jokingly responded with "You know I haven't gone ice skating since I dated Christoph's boyfriend right?" (Forgot his name sorry)

She giggles a bit before opening the backpack she had. "Which is why I bought a new pair for you!" She hands me a white pair of ice skates and  she takes. A pair of (f/c) ones out also.