#kenny liu x reader

[little-glitter-kitten]

SFW Kenny having a crush on you (strangers to friends to lovers):

(Gender neutral)

Him checking in on you daily to see how you're going and making sure you're okay. ("I'm the deputy, it's my job to make sure everyone is okay")

Him slowly working up the courage to make more conversation...albeit with a slight stutter. ("So...uh...wha...what did you do for work? Before you came here, I mean.")

Kenny using the excuse of "Mom made too much for dinner" as a way to invite you over.

Mrs Liu taking the blame because she wants to see Kenny happy and knows he's to shy to ask you like a normal person.

Kenny sleeping on the couch and insisting you take his bed on the night you stay for dinner (this way, his pillows will smell like you)

Him watching you carefully the next morning and silently noting to himself how you like your coffee.

Kenny catching you off guard a few days later when he brings you a coffee.

(He claims it was for Boyd but it's made just the way you like it)

Kenny beginning the ritual of meeting you out the front of the sheriff's station with a caffeinated beverage as you head out for your morning stroll.

On the days he isn't so busy, he will walk with you around the town, coffees in hand. The both of you slightly bumping into each other as you walk, talk and laugh.

Over the course of a few days, you realise the two of you no longer bump into each other as you walk. Instead, you just saunter around together, his arm pressed against yours the entire time.

(Kenny trying to hold back a smile when he realises you aren't pulling away from the bodily contact he has very purposefully initiated.)

As the weeks wear on and your walks get longer, you find yourselves walking in more secluded spots like the edge of the town which is where he will usually muster the courage to rest his hand against the small of your back as you leisurely stroll.

Kenny finding any excuse to visit you at your house. ("Mom made too much food again so...uh...if you're hungry, it's yours.")

One day, you and Kenny end up chatting for a little too long and night falls faster than either of you expected and he's now "stuck" at your house.

(He totally planned this)

Eating together on the couch, not realising you've both been subconsciously moving closer and closer until he drapes his arm over the back of the chair, around your shoulders.

Hearing him mutter "fuck it" under his breath before feeling his lips against yours

[witchthewriter]

𝐃𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 🐦‍⬛

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

a/n: I've added Victor into this, but I want to have a conversation about if he can be a romantic partner - or he will always be platonic?

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ | ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ ᴵᴵ

You're still in Fromville, not having escaped yet but making the best of it.

𝑩𝒐𝒚𝒅 ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

・Domesticity to Boyd is so much different in this town compared to the 'real' world.

・For example, he would be awake before you, no matter the day just so he could surprise you with your favourite drink and a pastry each morning.

・The chores would be split 50/50, with Boyd usually picking up any slack (he doesn't mind at all)

・He loves doing the laundry, folding your clothes with so much care.

・But here... his actions to show his love are limited and it kinda pisses him off

・But you constantly remind him of all the good he's done here and how he keeps everyone together.

・You celebrate every win, even the small ones.

・Boyd is big on DIY, and loves fixing up things for you. Anything you ask - you want a different type of curtain, or you want part of the window patched up - he does NOT let you do it. That is HIS job.

・Massaging his shoulders at night, feeling how taught he is. This town is so hard on him. It constantly makes you wonder, why him?

・You do have one rule though: last one in bed has to make it!

・Boyd seems like the type of person to keep everything about himself to himself. But that isn't true. He likes telling you things, he enjoys opening up to you.

・One really important factor in your relationship is the challenges of town and its mysteries.

・Many people in town were basically betting how long you two would together.

・But what they didn't know, was that the horrors STRENGTHENED your bond. It made you both rely on each other so deeply.

・Having a partner means so much to him.

・Boyd loves you so much. He would never burden you with what he knows, but he loves when you have random conversations.

・It makes things feel just a bit more normal. It gives him hope.

𝑲𝒆𝒏𝒏𝒚 ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

・Mornings and nights are especially special to you both

・Slow, careful, mindful, warm and cosy.

・Touching each other in some way - hugging each other from behind, pinkies entwined, cheek kisses, forehead kisses, rubbing noses together - if anyone else saw you too they would gag (ITS CALLED LOVE)

・Kenny LOVES tucking you in at night.

"You comfy now?" As he wedges the blanket under the side of your body.

"Yes Kenny! Now get in bed you loser!" You answer laughing.

"Okay, okay, I'm just looking after the most important person in my life thank you very much."

・You love listening to him; to his stories about his childhood up until he came to town.

・One of Kenny's favourite things is when you read to him. Even if you don't have a book in front of you, he just wants you to recount as much as you can from books you have read.

・Might be kind of painful, but you two like talking about how life would be like together outside of this hell.

・Owning two cats, two dogs, maybe some fish.

・Whenever you hear the creatures screeching, you automatically cling to Kenny, you can't help it. You HATE the noises.

・But you always feel safe around Kenny. Always.

"I've got you. I swear to god I'll never let anything happen to you."

𝑱𝒂𝒅𝒆 ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

・Every morning he gives you a kiss on the head and 'tip toes' out of the room, trying not to disturb you.

・You usually yell at him to get back in bed

"My looooooove, I have important business to attend to!"

・The bed is pressed up against the wall, and Jade says if someone/something were to enter the room, he would be the first thing they see

・From then he starts his daily ritual of figuring out how to get the hell home

・Jade teaches you A LOT of stuff. And you're always surprised by how well he does at teaching. He's patient (only with you but you don't know that), and takes his time to teach in ways you'll understand (once again, only for you...)

・He is like a walking computer at times. Really good with dates and great with measurements.

・But one thing he is terrible about is the fact that he's a repeat offender blanket stealer. Absolute criminal.

・No matter how much you tug and pull, or wrap yourself in it, Jade somehow unravels you in his sleep and takes the blanket.

・When you both wake up, you've practically snuggled underneath him...

"Babe, what are you doing?"

"You stole the blanket again and I got cold," you reply muffled beneath him. He's very warm.

"Oh god, sorry! We ah, we should probably get more blankets then... god why didn't you wake me?"

"Wake you? Ever since we got our own place, you've slept like you've never done so in your life!"

・It was quiet before he replied, and then he wrapped his arms around you.

"That's because I haven't sleep properly before I met you."

𝑹𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒍𝒍 ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

・Your relationship with Randall is one that surprises you. Constantly.

・People don't see him the way you do. At times they start to though.

・But only you get to see his true soft side. The side that moves the hair from your face, kisses your forehead, nudges his nose against your own.

・You are the ONLY person to make him laugh.

・He knows so much about you - the way you like your clothes folded or hung up. He knows which books are your favourite, which song you could listen to on replay.

・Music is a big thing to Randall, and the fact that he can't just randomly play something on his phone gets him really down.

・So one night you guys make a list of every song you like, when you heard it and what it made you feel

・Making each other guess who you were before arriving in hell.

"Hmm... you were ... a ... farmhand on a ranch..."

"What the fuck Y/N."

"What? Were you?"

"Oh yeah sure, you hit the nail straight on the head sweetcheeks," and then he rolled his eyes.

・You laugh, loving when he gets 'annoyed' (you know he can never really be annoyed with you right?)

・You know each other's favourite tv shows, colours, smells, literature and so on. You whisper to each other through the night, trying to take your mind off of the screeching coming from outside.

𝑬𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒔 ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

・Always the last to get up, sometimes he wakes before you but he'll still lay in bed, watching you sleep. Sometimes blowing air on your face when it's been a few hours and he gets bored

・Leaving sweet notes in unexpected places, they range from:

'hey baby, went down to do some work in the greenhouse, love you xx' to 'yo sexy honey see you tonight ;)'

・And you keep every single one of them. You have a sort of time capsule thing underneath the bed in one of your bags. Just small photos, letters written to each other, etc.

・Side note - Ellis is a cheeky man who loves to rile you up. Push your buttons. Make you red in the face.

・But he knows when enough is enough; he's extremely intune with your moods and doesn't have to ask when the days get too much.

・LOVES MAKING UP RANDOM SONGS ABOUT YOU, they are terrible but they make you laugh

・CONSTANTLY setting up spontaneous things for you guys to do. Seeing a smile on your face is the best thing he has ever seen.

・Literally puppy love.

・You guys seem to be able to talk to each other mind to mind. Glances from across the room are easily read by one another.

𝑽𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒐𝒓 ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

PSA: As I said above, I'm not sure if Victor can be a romantic partner - I would love everyone's thoughts on it and maybe we can come to some kind of agreement??? Anyway, read this how you like ⟡☾⚝☽⟡

・Home...this town is the only home that Victor had ever truly known.

・How could you show him that the way he'd been living was not normal? That he should be able to feel safe, he should have gone to school - maybe even his drawing could have evolved into something astonishing

・So, in little ways you introduce this life to him

・He can't remember his birthday (so you help him choose one) and the two of you, along with Ethan, Tabitha and Julie celebrate

・...home decor projects are mostly just Victor's drawings. The really scary ones, you ask to be put away and he obliges <3

・Victor is used to living with other being, but not sleeping in the same room as another person.

・You would also need to get used to his blatant honesty. It isn't like he's trying to hurt you but he can just be brutally honest.

・Picnics in your room where you scavenge whatever food you can and talk about the funniest things you've seen people do

"I saw Jim ... trip over today," Victor says in a hushed voice, a cookie halfway to his mouth.

You burst out laughing, even snorting as you imagine the uppity Jim Matthews take a tumble.

"God, I wish I saw that."

・At first Victor didn't want another friend. He didn't want to get close to someone, he knew something would happen to you. You'd be taken away from him.

・But you swore to him that you would always be there for him.

・In town, and when everyone leaves. You've told him that you can be his home, his family.

[givekennyabreak]

Be Still My Heart (Kenny Liu x fem!reader)

Summary: Kenny is relieved to see you safe after the awful night he spent at the station with Sara.

Word count: 920

Request: Hey theeeeeere! Thank you for replying to me and good luck with uni! Soooo ofc do it whenever u can and pls take your time! But I would reaaaally love smth fluff with Kenny x fem reader anything you want! Also 3rd person it's perfectly fine I love it don't worr about anything love💗💗💗

Rating: T

Warnings: spoilers for s2e9 and 10 of From, swearing, reader wears glasses, hugs, use of (Y/N), one (1) kith.

“This sucks.” (Y/N) mumbled.

Hidden in Victor’s old hideout, the one he so kindly showed her a few days before – ‘In case you wander too much’, he said -, she tried not to make any noises. There was no talisman inside, which meant the monsters outside could get in if they managed to unlock the tailgate.

It has been many, many hours since she got here alone, after going out to empty her head; people were dying, one after the other, more than ever before, and now they couldn’t sleep.

“Keep your eyes open, shitstain.” The woman whispered to herself, rubbing her eyes, back leaning against the metal wall. Her sight was trained on the tailgate, wondering why in the fuck she would wander off near nighttime – never again.

And then, a sliver of light passed by a tiny opening on the metal.

Too bright to be a flashlight.

(Y/N) scrambled up, face dangerously close to the cold metal, and peeked out.

“Sun, my beloved!” She shouted, and turned around. With ever raising excitement, she opened the latch and slid up the tailgate; the warm rays of sunshine hit her face with full force, and she leaped down onto the dewy grass.

The woman ran down the familiar path towards the town; by the diner, she waved at Mrs. Liu, Victor and Ethan, smiling as she saw the familiar faces.

“Morning, Jade!” (Y/N) shouted, slowing down as the curly-haired man left the bar with a frazzled look, some book in his hands.

“Where the hell have you been?!” He shouted back, brows furrowed.

“I was taking a walk, dude.” She replied, staring at him. “Where the fuck are you going, looking like my conspiracy theory uncle?”

“Oh, fuck off.”

“Don’t die!”

Jade grumbled something under his breath and left as (Y/N) headed, now walking at a decent pace, towards the Liu’s house.

The familiar sight of closed windows and an open door greeted the woman as she neared the place. She saw Sara leave the house with Boyd; nodded at them, and did her best to ignore the way her heart ached as her eyes focused on the man right behind the duo.

“Kenny.”

The ex-deputy looked up as (Y/N) whispered his name, brown eyes widening as he took in her messy appearance. Her hair was sticking up in weird angles, dark circles adorned her eyes (nothing new there, to be honest), and her glasses were kinda askew on her face.

A few seconds was all it took for the freckled man to run up to his friend and pull her into a tight hug. His arms circled her shoulders, and she sighed; he was warm. He smelled good. He was soft, comfortable-

She was sleep deprived.

“You’re alive.” Kenny said softly, nose nestled in the juncture of her neck and shoulder.

“Last I checked, yes.”

“I was worried, you dumbass.” He leaned back, staring into her eyes.

The tension between them was palpable as they locked eyes, the weight of their emotions hanging in the air. Kenny's words had hit her hard, stirring a whirlwind of worry within her. He couldn't bear the thought of losing her.

Her hands trembled slightly as she reached up to cup his cheeks, her touch gentle and filled with a mixture of affection and regret. Her thumbs traced tender circles against his skin, feeling the warmth gradually spread beneath her touch, a sign of their shared vulnerability.

With every passing moment, their faces drew closer, their breaths mingling. Their noses almost brushed against each other, creating a delicate connection that mirrored the fragile state of their hearts. It was a moment suspended in time, charged with longing and the unspoken desire for solace.

She mustered the courage to ask, her voice filled with a blend of uncertainty and hope, "I'm sorry... Can I kiss you?"

Kenny's response was barely a whisper, yet it carried the weight of his longing, "Please."

In that instant, their lips met, a gentle collision of souls seeking solace and reassurance. It was a tender, tentative kiss, born out of a shared understanding of their vulnerabilities. Their worries and fears melted away, replaced by a rush of affection and the undeniable connection between them.

Time seemed to stand still as they lost themselves in the softness of the moment. The world around them faded away, leaving only the sensation of their lips moving in sync, a dance of tenderness and forgiveness. It was a kiss that spoke volumes, expressing their unspoken apologies, their longing, and the depth of their feelings for one another.

In that single, stolen moment, they found solace and healing, their hearts intertwining in a profound embrace. And as they pulled away, breathless yet content, they knew that their bond had grown stronger, fortified by the power of their shared vulnerability and the healing a simple kiss could offer.

“Sorry to interrupt,” Boyd’s voice rang out, and the couple finally remembered there was an audience near them. “But we need Kenny right now, (Y/N).”

The woman felt her own face warm up now, and slowly let go of her friend’s face, arms hanging limply by her side.

“I’ll see you soon.” Kenny whispered, a small smile on his handsome face. “Really soon.”

“Be careful, okay?” (Y/N) whispered back, gaining a nod and a grin in response.

“Always.”

Right then and there, as she watched the trio walk off towards the forest, the woman sighed, with a lovestruck smile on her face.

“Be still, my fucking heart.”

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[hashnna]

Brundles; Kenny Liu.

Sinopse: você precisava de uma ótima desculpa para ficar sozinha com Kenny. Por quê não levá-lo ao lago?

Notas: nesse momento eu sou só um corpo inútil porque meu cérebro derreteu de tesão escrevendo isso 🥴 (queria ele 😔).

Avisos: Conteúdo sexual, sexo sem proteção, sexo ao ar livre, gozando dentro, exibicionismo.

— Eu ainda não entendi o que você quer me mostrar.

Você ri, não consegue evitar. Desde de que foi até a cidade, pedindo gentilmente se o xerife poderia lhe emprestar o Liu por alguns minutos, Kenny já havia perguntado 4 ou 5 vezes o que estavam fazendo ali, ele nunca havia ido até aquele lado da colony house.

— A gente tá quase lá! - responde, o olha por cima do ombro, tem um tom risonho na voz. — Você pode se acalmar, Xerife.

— Eu não sou xerife - ele retruca, enfia as mãos dentro dos bolsos da calça enquanto os olhos miram o chão por onde ele pisa.

— Pra mim você é - dá de ombros. — Oficial Kenny! Não parece legal?!

Mesmo que não queira, ele não consegue evitar rir atrás de você, revirando os olhos para sua brincadeirinha.

— Você faz parecer melhor do que é.

— Qual é?! É uma posição importante! - argumenta, um sorriso bobo decora seu rosto.

Kenny te olha por um segundo, os olhinhos bonitos praticamente brilham, com a forma como as coisas são difíceis ali, ele passou a considerar que estar com você era a parte mais fácil dos dias dele, era quase como se ele estivesse no mundo normal, conversas bobas e leves, brincadeiras, risos. Em pouco tempo parecia que vocês já se conheciam a anos, mesmo que houvesse se passado apenas alguns meses desde de que, em uma viagem de carro com alguns amigos, vocês se perderam na volta da praia e tiveram que procurar uma rota alternativa, acabando por cruzar com uma árvore no meio da estrada.

E aqui estava você, 5 meses depois, tentando manter o otimismo e o bom humor porque, de algum jeito, era a sua melhor forma de impedir que aquele lugar te deixasse completamente louca até bater a cabeça nas paredes. E Kenny vinha ajudando bastante nisso.

— Ok, chegamos!

— O que... - Kenny parou por um segundo, a boca se abriu enquanto encarava o lago. — Como você achou esse lugar?

— Pra ser honesta eu não achei - respira fundo, enchendo os pulmões com o ar, quando presta atenção é possível ouvir o barulho suave da água. — Fátima e Ellis trouxeram a gente aqui logo que a gente chegou, sabe, quando a Lily meio que...quase surtou.

Liu sorri mínimo. A maioria das pessoas não reagia fácil a chegada ali, com cinco ou seis dias, uma de suas amigas mais próximas por pouco não se perdeu na floresta, depois de gritar com Donna no meio da sala e sair correndo, querendo a todo custo achar um jeito de sair dali. O Liu ficava com você o tempo todo para ter certeza que não sairia atrás de Lily e se perderia também, e quando já era quase hora de escurecer ele mesmo resolveu ajudar na busca por Lily, trazendo a garota de volta antes que a noite chegasse.

— Nem tudo aqui precisa ser um completo inferno, Kenny!

Ele não tem tempo de responder antes que você caminhe pelo deck de madeira enquanto as mãos abrem o fecho do macacão curto que usa, deixa a parte de cima cair antes de abrir o botão lateral e a peça grossa fazer barulho ao bater no chão, onde sua blusa e calcinha também ficam, o lago está completamente vazio hoje, você já contava com isso.

A água fria rodeando seu corpo quando você pula é refrescante, te faz lembrar que está viva, que aquilo não é um sonho, ou melhor, um pesadelo. E uma constatação ruim mas que, em parte te acalma.

— Você vai mesmo ficar parado aí? - questiona ao emergir, os cabelos molhados escorrendo por seus ombros.

— Ah, é...eu...eu... - Kenny coça a nuca, a quilômetros de distância você seria capaz de notar suas bochechas vermelhas igual farol, o que te faz rir.

— Anda, Kenny! Para de ser bobo!

Travado, essa é a palavra que define o Liu naquele momento, ele tenta esconder um sorriso tímido, o coração bate tão rápido no peito que ele jura que poderia morrer ali mesmo.

— Você não vai entrar na água de roupa né? - franze a sobrancelha ao vê-lo andar até quase a ponta do deck.

— Qual o problema? - ele para, olha pra si mesmo por um segundo, se lembrando que a arma ainda está presa na cintura dele, ele se apressa em desafivelar o coldre e tirar os sapatos, tenta ao máximo não olhar pra você, mesmo que as tentativas não sejam lá tão eficazes, as bochechas dele só ficam mais vermelhas ainda.

— Eu posso virar de costas se quiser - brinca dando de ombros, os dedos brincam com a água distraidamente enquanto você vira para o outro lado, observa as ondas da água clara.

Kenny quer falar alguma coisa, mas ele tem certeza que se abrir a boca vai gaguejar, ele respira fundo, como se a lufada de ar trouxesse uma rajada de coragem enquanto desabotoa a camisa.

Da água, você consegue ouvir o barulho do distintivo batendo contra a madeira, suspira, cantarola distraidamente uma música que, antes de vir parar aqui, havia acabado de lançar, mas você não lembra mais absolutamente nada além da melodia dela.

Seus lábios se espremem em uma linha fina, contém um sorriso quando o barulho da água e as ondas se agitando denunciam que finalmente Kenny entrou no lago.

— Ok, não é tão ruim quanto eu esperava - Kenny brinca.

— Qual a coisa que você mais sente falta? - questiona enquanto se vira de frente pra ele, observa os cabelos molhados, as gotas d'água escorrendo pelo rosto bonito, ele cora novamente quando quase sem querer os olhos dele descem até seus peitos, cobertos pela água. — Sabe...do mundo fora daqui?

Kenny parece ponderar a pergunta por um segundo, franze as sobrancelhas.

— Tudo.

— Claro. Mas essa resposta é comum - devolve. — Eu quis dizer algo específico, ou bobo...Eu sinto falta da minha estante de livros - ri, automaticamente lembra que haviam livros que ainda estavam envoltos no plástico. — E de música.

— Vídeo game. - Kenny responde, te faz voltar os olhos a ele novamente.

— O que você jogava? - Questiona, um riso bobo nos lábios, ele sorri também.

— Um monte de jogos bobos de RPG - Ele dá de ombros.

— Eu não imaginei que você gostasse de jogos, oficial Kenny! - brinca, o vê revirando os olhos em resposta.

Nos minutos seguintes em que estão ali, entre uma conversa boba e outra, você quase ri da forma como o Liu tenta a todo custo evitar te olhar, mesmo que, quando o faça, os olhos dele escorreguem automaticamente para baixo, para tudo que a água não o permite ver direito.

Era exatamente por isso que contava com que estivessem sozinhos naquele momento, quase teve que ameaçar meia colony house para conseguir que ninguém viesse até o lago, bem, funcionou.

Kenny se distrai por um segundo, quando os olhos escuros voltam a você, agora bem mais perto dele que antes, ele encara seus lábios, lambe os próprios, solta todo o ar que prendia antes em uma lufada.

— E...esquece...eu...

— O que? - questiona, inclina um pouco a cabeça para o lado.

— Quer saber, eu esqueci completamente o que eu ia dizer - ele ri sem graça, passa a mão por entre os cabelos molhados.

— Não é bom nós ficarmos sozinhos aqui? - comenta, volta a brincar com os dedos na água, falsamente desatenta. — Eu queria ficar sozinha com você.

Você atira um punhado de água na direção do Liu que ri desviando o rosto.

— Por que? - ele te olha depois de correr a mão pelo rosto, retirando o excesso de água.

Dá de ombros em resposta, um bico se forma em seus lábios por um momento antes de voltar seus olhos a ele novamente.

— Porque eu queria te beijar.

As sobrancelhas de Kenny se levantam em um movimento quase imperceptível, os olhos por um segundo parecem brilhar.

— Você queria…o que? - Kenny parece incrédulo, não do tipo ''que porra?!', e sim surpreso por você ter em sua cabeça a mesma vontade que ele se esforçava para esconder.

— Era só uma ideia - dá de ombros mais uma vez, finge uma indiferença sobre o assunto que deixa o Liu confuso por um momento.

Ele te impede de se afastar quando você faz menção de ir em direção ao deck.

— Eu gosto da ideia.

Kenny sorri, tímido, mas ao mesmo tempo sequer pisca quando você se aproxima, nem um pingo de hesitação passa pela cabeça dele quando estão tão perto que sua respiração se mistura com a dele, uma onda de calor percorre seu corpo no momento em que seus lábios se tocam, esperou tanto por isso que, mesmo que não aparente, seu estômago revira em ansiedade.

Quando suas mãos agarram os ombros dele, uma das palmas subindo pelo pescoço, acariciando os fios curtos da nuca devagar, Liu arrepia, deixa a onda de desejo que domina o corpo dele falar mais alto. Te surpreende a forma como ele agarra sua cintura logo em seguida, as mãos apertam sua carne, te trazem mais para perto.

O beijo dele te deixa molinha mais fácil do que você esperava, uma das mãos dele deixa sua cintura, os dedos se emaranham entre seus cabelos como uma forma de aprofundar o beijo, a língua morna se conecta tão bem com a sua que o faz pensar porquê não teve coragem de fazer isso antes.

Não consegue evitar que um sonzinho descontente deixe seus lábios quando vocês quebram o beijo, sela os lábios dele uma, duas, três vezes.

— Agora você entendeu o que eu queria te mostrar? - questiona em um tom brincalhão, Kenny te puxa de volta para outro beijo, agora parecendo mais afoito que antes, ele chupa seu lábio inferior devagarzinho, sela novamente.

Agora que experimentou seu beijo, Kenny tem certeza que poderia fazer aquilo o dia todo, poderia passar horas em seus lábios e sequer cansaria, e a cada segundo ali ele percebia mais isso.

Quase como uma provocação, quebra o beijo e se afasta dele, sai da água com calma, se sentando sobre a madeira do deck, o encara com uma expressão falsamente inocente e dessa vez ele não tenta esconder os olhos que encaram seus seios molhados, a luz do sol reluz nas gotas que escorrem por seus peitos, os olhos dele expressam o desejo, a admiração, te olha como se nunca tivesse visto nada igual.

Logo depois, Kenny já está junto a você, os lábios grudados aos seus quase como se houvesse um imã entre vocês, as mãos correm por sua cintura, tocam suas coxas. Quando os lábios dele descem para o seu pescoço, beijando a pele com jeito, te deixa arrepiadinha, faz arfar, com a destra, você guia a mão dele em direção ao seu peito, Liu mordisca seu pescoço um pouco mais forte, chupa a pele dali enquanto a mão aperta com gosto, parece caber perfeitamente na palma dele.

Você chama o nome dele devagar, arfa, leva a própria palma até o pau dele, sem vergonha alguma, Kenny arfa contra sua pele. Sua mão sobe e desce devagar, quase como se experimentando, o polegar corre devagarzinho pela ponta melada, ele aperta seu seio com mais força.

Quase que automático, leva o dedo até os lábios, experimenta o gosto dele e geme satisfeita. É demais. Seu corpo age sozinho, indo direto para o colo dele, o beija com pressa enquanto as mãos dele agarram seu corpo, exploram, tocam as coxas, deslizam até a bunda.

Você apoia as mãos nos ombros dele, o empurra até que ele se deite totalmente sobre a madeira, Kenny arfa, agarra sua cintura, os olhos atentos te observam, quer gravar na memória dele cada segundo de você em cima dele daquela forma.

Com uma mão levemente apoiada na barriga dele, a outra guia o membro dele até sua entrada molhada, treme, ansiosa. Kenny aperta mais forte sua cintura, os lábios vermelhinhos se separam, arfa.

— Ah meu…Kenny…

Leva a mão agora livre até a própria boca, abafa o gemido que escapa enquanto você desliza no pau dele, sente cada centímetro te preencher devagar, morde a ponta do dedo, os olhos fechados enquanto se concentra na sensação que alarga seu íntimo, quando sente tudo dentro treme, um gemidinho manhoso deixando sua garganta.

Kenny xinga, apoia a cabeça na madeira novamente, puxa o ar entre os dentes, leva as duas palmas até sua bunda, apertando com força. Franze as sobrancelhas, deixa um grunhido mais alto sair pela garganta quando te sente começar a se mover sobre e ele.

O pau dele acerta os lugares certos de seu canalzinho, como se fosse feito para estar dentro se sua bucetinha.

Sobe e desce devagar, inicialmente, experimentando a sensação de tê-lo entrando e saindo, sente um arrepio gostoso percorrer seu corpo quando ele está inteirinho lá dentro e cada vez mais urgência em tê-lo enterrado em você quando o retira quase inteiro.

Tomba a cabeça pra trás, as unhas arranham o peito do Liu, rebola sobre ele, gira os quadris, ouvir os sonzinhos baixos dele só te deixa mais excitada, escorre, melando todo o comprimento dele com seu líquido.

As mãos de Kenny apertando sua bunda, a ponta das unhas curtas cravando em sua pele te incentivam a ir mais rápido, cavalgando nele com gosto, o canalzinho o aperta lá dentro quando você começa a se tocar, os dedos brincam com seu pontinho sensível, distraída com a onda de prazer que percorre seu corpo, se deixa levar até estar cada vez mais perto de seu orgasmo e pela forma como ele aperta seu corpo, grunhe, tenta não fazer tanto barulho, ele também está perto até demais.

Chama o nome dele, manha, a essa altura nem se importa mais com o volume, só quer que ele te escute gozar no pau dele chamando o nome dele, leva a mão livre ao próprio seio, aperta com gosto, revira os olhinhos por baixo das pálpebras em ecstasy.

Kenny goza junto com você, as mãos te empurram pra baixo, te mantém ali enquanto ele te enche com o esperma dele bem fundo, revira os olhos escuros, rosna.

— Porra…

Você ri quando se dá conta que falaram ao mesmo tempo, o que o faz rir também, ele mantém os olhos fechados, acaricia sua cintura devagar quando te sente selar os lábios dele.

— A gente tem que fazer isso de novo - ele solta ainda respirando pesado, te faz rir, concorda com um sonoro “uhrm” e beija a bochecha cheinha dele.

— É melhor a gente ir - suspira chateada. — Eu não escolhi o melhor horário - comenta enquanto se levanta. — mas eu não achei que ia demorar tanto pra criar coragem.

No minuto seguinte, ambos já estão terminando de se vestir, Kenny te olha, um sorrisinho bobo estampa o rosto dele, vocês parecem um casal de adolescentes arteiros se pegando escondidos durante o retiro da igreja, mas nenhum dos dois consegue evitar as risadinhas bobas durante todo o caminho de volta, definitivamente precisam fazer isso de novo.

Aquela série é só sofrimento eu preciso romantizar algo ok, com essa me despeço 😔🎀💅✨️

[lumillsie]

ೃ⁀➷ what kind of partner would suit the from characters best? ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

includes: tabitha, jim, kenny, jade, kristi, marielle, randall, donna, boyd, ellis, fatima, sara, nathan

a/n : here's my formal plea for you guys to send in from requests with more characters ! this is just my take and a little exercise in showcasing how I view these characters, but it was fun to write regardless! the order I wrote them in was boyd, sara, randall, jim, fatima, marielle, nathan, tabitha, donna, jade, ellis, kristi and then finally kenny - and you can probably tell that my inspiration started dropping of at the end with how the ellis part turned out, but I still tried my best with all of them <3 I really hope you guys enjoy these, and if you have any constructive criticism and tips on how to improve my portrayals, please let me know

I would also like to thank my friend carla ( @divorcingjimmatthews ) for looking over all of these preferences as I was writing them and helping me make sure that my portrayals stayed rooted in canon, as well as assisting me when I was writing jim's part by providing me with a different perspective on his character. I am so so incredibly grateful 🩷🩷

⚠️ major spoilers all the way up to 3x10 with mentions of canon-typical horrors !!

- ', ꒱ ↷ tabitha.

╰┈➤ tabitha is one of the characters most connected with the strange place the residents of the town are trapped in - from her childhood dreams of the three red stones to the spectral, hyaline children only she and jade can truly see, she's shrouded in mysteries to which not even she herself has an answer. someone curious and with an open-mind, willing to assist her and help find answers and uncover the truth of what's going on would be a person she could easily find herself bonding with. jim's single-minded refusal to come to terms with the fact that circumstances in their personal hellscape don't have to make sense was what severed the marriage already hanging on by a thread and tabitha couldn't handle being with another partner who resists understanding that and tries to back away from all the strageness of their environment. her potential partner should be someone who wholeheartedly wants to know the same answers she's trying to discover, and who would contribute to her search with their own time and effort. from minor things like bouncing ideas of what something could mean to standing by her as she decides to venture into the underground cavern where the monsters rest - the ideal partner for her would be one that could face it all, with her.

╰┈➤ this is a woman that yearns to be listened to, and as the relationship between her and a potential partner develops, tabitha will need to feel seen and understood. her partner encouraging her to share her grief with them and taking the concerns she shares with them seriously would allow for the dynamic between her and someone else to develop from a platonic one to something different. listening to her doesn't simply mean absorbing the things she say and validating them but consequently doing nothing about them - no, it means standing by her as she makes decisions and venturing into the unknown by her side. someone attentive and decisive could do both of these things and that would allow her to realise that they're someone she can share the burden on her shoulders with.

╰┈➤ it's pretty obvious that tabitha doesn't want an overprotective partner - jim's attempts to be that didn't go over well, and all it did was widen the chasm between the two former spouses. she's an adult woman, and standing by her as she ventures into danger would be preferred to attempting to keep her away from potential threats. she will go near them regardless - she needs to. she's decided what her purpose is, what she needs to do and she's strong-willed enough to not be deterred to it. regardless of who her partner is, that won't change. on the other hand, tabitha would appreciate the person she's involved with wanting to protect her children - and trying to bond with them. despite the distance between them, caused by thomas' death and exacerbated by everything that followed, her love for them is infinite and they mean the world to her. no partner of hers should strive to take jim's place in the children's lives - they wouldn't respond well to it, the love they have for their father is immeasurable - but they wouldn't be opposed to having a friendly and even a somewhat familial relationship with their mother's new partner. if they came to know about this relationship after the events that followed jade's violin performance under the bottle tree, they may be initially resistant to said partner - but they would come around to it as long as their mother's partner was respectful to their father and what they've experienced.

╰┈➤ I can see tabitha as being particularly drawn to intelligent people who are well-educated in one field. her first husband was an engineer, and the reincarnation of her first self's husband used to be a successful software developer right before him and his childhood friend made their way around the fallen tree. whether the person she was involved in specialised in a stem science or something else, she would love the way their mind works - the connections they find in the most unassuming of things and the wild, unthinkable ideas that few would be capable of executing. when she listens to them speak, she can imagine a future in which they can simply relax and rant to her about whatever brilliant idea they have in mind. if she succeeds in rescuing the children, perhaps they will someday be able to.

- ', ꒱ ↷ jim.

╰┈➤ a man whose primary priority is his family, I can see jim with somebody who's more family-oriented - whether that be an individual who ended up in town with their family and is fiercely protective of them or simply someone who refuses to give up on returning home in hope of reuniting with their loved ones. while he's not always on the track to a father of the year award, and his actions often come across as misguided and counterintuitive, his love for julie and ethan is undeniable and I can't see him with a partner that doesn't put in effort to bond with his children. spending quality time with julie and coming up with stories with ethan are the way to his heart. if his partner was a single parent themselves, he would do his best to help them out and try to fill that role of a second parent for their child - after all, the role of a family man forms a large part of his identity, and someone who wants that from him would suit him well. dancing to that particular tune - aside from any potential children, whether the family his partner is close with consists of parents, siblings, other relatives, children or even chosen family in the form of friends that became such, jim would put effort into getting to know them well.

╰┈➤one of the main reasons his marriage to tabitha came to an end is ultimately the fact that that they had an incredibly hard time communicating after the passing of their youngest son - grief impacts different people differently, and it wasn't until they were stuck in an unavoidable situation that they discussed it. henry's advice and jade's call-back to reality were what encouraged him to change his outlook and prioritise communication, as opposed to his previous manner of dealing with issues by burying his head beneath the sand and simply doing what he thinks is best for those involved. with this in mind, jim needs to be with someone who's capable of communication, especially when stuck in a death-trap town and navigating boundaries with tabitha as a woman he still cares for as the mother of his children and figuring out what kind of role his partner would have in the lives of his two children. he's recognised what's doomed his first marriage and he's determined not to repeat his mistakes - but he cannot work issues out by himself. the right partner for jim would be one that is open with him and actively talks about the things that bother them and pushes him to do the same.

╰┈➤ jim is the protective type that worries about his partner and while he has learned to take a step back - he'd still fare better with a partner that doesn't mind said protectiveness. he's not going to revert back to threatening other people into staying away from his significant other or discourage them from doing what they think is best for them, but he'll need to be allowed to linger near - to alleviate his fears and lull him into a sense of security. he functions better when he's in a situation where he thinks he can protect his partner, even if that may not necessarily be true in reality. and while he may not even be aware of it himself, he would benefit from someone being protective over him as well - he's used to being in the self-imposed role of the protector and he won't abandon it, but he truly does need someone to look after him tell him that things will be okay, just as he's always convincing the people around him that they will be.

╰┈➤ both him and tabitha have both felt misunderstood and unheard in the final stages of their marriage, and I truly think jim needs to feel valued by the individual he chooses to commit to. seeking out his opinion, keeping him in the loop with what they're up to, doing little things for him and reminding him that they love him are things that would make him feel more secure in the relationship and help him heal from the wounds of the past. eventually, he may even feel seen enough to open up about thomas' death, and his partner may contribute to healing the emotional chasm between him and tabitha and help establish a friendly dynamic that is free of resentment. the support that this kind of relationship with his partner brings helps him to swap out his poorer traits for better ones and to improve as a person. the people that know him best can see the positive changes in him - and they know whose responsible for them. they are grateful for it, just as he himself is.

- ', ꒱ ↷ jade.

╰┈➤ whether they were a resident of the town before he arrived or ended up there with him, any potential partner of jade's would need to be abundantly patient with him in the days following toby's death. from his convinction that the entire situation was a practical joke set up by his childhood friend through his visions of bloodied men all the way to his fixations on the radio, the symbol in christopher's notebook and the bottle tree, the person who wants to be with him can't be someone that gets easily frustrated. early on he's often running around and trying to solve one mystery or the other, and it will take time for him to adjust to the situation - and when he does, he'll be seeking out his partner's assistance to help him untangle the muddled web of mysteries the town is deeply engulfed in.

╰┈➤ jade needs a partner with whom he can be on the same wavelength as. someone who can keep up with his frenzied train of thoughts and come back at him with theories and ideas of their own. additionally, someone brave and bold enough to venture out into the woods and explore to try and discover something new, like boyd fell into the cave with the talismans or kenny and jim stumbled upon the food, would be the perfect match for him. this kind of partner would be courageous enough to venture into the tunnels victor and tabitha found themselves in with him - but reserved enough not to attempt venturing into a faraway tree like dale did.

╰┈➤ up until recently an entrepreneur who had just made it big, jade would prefer a genuine and honest partner as opposed to someone who would sugarcoat things or tell him white lies to spare his feelings. if they think he's acting in a way they don't agree with - whether it's him snapping at victor for refusing to talk to him or skipping town meetings, he'd rather they tell him directly than keep their feelings to themselves. aside from disagreements, this applies to their feelings towards him and the situation they're in, he'd rather be aware of what they're going through than have them suffer through it without a word - even if at times he may not be able to help, he'd do his best to try. in addition to that, he'd find it easier to confide in someone he finds trustworthy - and someone who doesn't lie to him would be just that.

╰┈➤ out of all the townspeople, I see jade as the one who would benefit most from having a significant other whose love language is quality time. he's always up in his own head, plagued by scribbled symbols and haunted by the imagery of the departed, such as the civil war soldier and christopher. his partner knowing when to put their foot down and drag him away from all of that to give his brain a much-needed break would benefit him greatly. whether it's helping out tian chen at the diner, gathering something in the woods or just sitting in their room together, it's still a break regardless. the first few times he actually allows himself to take a break he feels as if he should be doing more, his hands twitching to arrange bottles and his eyes darting around the room at all times. once he realises how much lighter he feels after simply sitting with his partner as they talk about the most mundane things, he initiates these little breaks himself. he finds himself staring at the person he loves as they talk about ordinary things - the food they miss from home, what they managed to help out with around town that day, how they're considering taking up wood-carving. for a few brief moments, all the noise in his head quiets down.

- ', ꒱ ↷ kenny.

╰┈➤ the town's deputy is one of the very few people that was trapped with his entire immediate family. with the language barrier between his parents and his father's progressing dementia, one of kenny's primary goals is to keep them as safe and comfortable as he possibly can. I can see him developing feelings for somebody who bonds with his parents before they bond with him, whether that be someone who helps kristi and gina look after bing-qian or assists tian chen and sara in feeding the townspeople. his parents' fondness of them would naturally make him consider the person a friend, but it would be his own interactions with them that would lead to the formation of romantic feelings.

╰┈➤ kenny is one of the few characters I could see falling in love with a more reserved and withdrawn partner. being the town's deputy, he's one of the few individuals in town that comes into contact with most of its trapped inhabitants - and he's one of the few people that gets the chance to properly meet even those who find themselves unable or unwilling to take the leap to befriend or pursue someone. he's a helpful young man, in the role of boyd's right-hand man out of the pure desire to make life easier for those around him and try and keep this hellish place together. he'd take the effort to get to know someone who doesn't really talk to people much outside of their responsibilities, but who still comes off as a good and kind soul. eventually, they'd let open up to him and let him know who they truly are - their own qualities and flaws, as well as his desire to feel wanted and needed would result in him falling in love relatively quickly.

╰┈➤ his partner needs to be somebody kemny can consider trustworthy - sara's involvement in his father's death and boyd's decision to keep her out of the box and at his side have impacted him profoundly, not to mention shattered his faith in the people around him. his partner should be someone who isn't opposed to keeping him looped in in all of their major decisions and who can share all discoveries they consider important with him. he's not too affected by white lies and sugar-coating - but he does place a great deal of faith in his significant other, and it would be cruel to let him down. obviously, he'd appreciate his partner placing that same level of trust in him, and I can't imagine him doing anything to betray it.

╰┈➤ an aspiring polyglot, an individual with an affinity for learning languages, would be just the right kind of partner to try and help keep kenny tethered. he's one of the few characters with ties to his origin - his language and his culture, despite the fact that he went by an anglicised name to fit into his texan community. learning mandarin would bring his partner close to both him and his family - and bring him and his partner closer as he deals with loss after loss. in the evenings, when the curtains are drawn and the lamp's yellowish hue envelops the room, his partner would sit with their back resting against his chest as they try their hardest to memorise words and phrases - he'd correct then gently when they made a mistake, a warm feeling in his chest and a sense of pride at their effort. alternatively, if his partner was a native mandarin speaker themselves, I can see him having conversations in it more often - hopeful that he'd never really lose that connection to his culture as long as they're around. when death comes knocking and the monsters take the lives of his father and afterwards his mother, his partner knowing at least the basics of his native language allows him that closeness to his parents that nobody else can give him. they've left their impact on his partner too. the conversation he could have in his native language and his mother's unmatched recipes haven't left with them, they live on in him and the person he loves - the person that's now become his only living family. his partner was family to his parents as well - even if they never got to say it outloud. he'll protect what's left of that unit. he'll do it because he loves all of them, because he's not sure he could survive another loss.

- ', ꒱ ↷ kristi.

╰┈➤ a third year med student at the time of her vanishing, kristi's a character painfully aware of what she's left behind and how much she has lost. she's not going to dive head first into a relationship - and if feelings do form, she's going to suppress them out of respect for her estranged fiancee. a friendship with someone who doesn't immediately develop feelings would be the ideal first step towards forming a longlasting bond with her. there initially being no romantic undertones would help her feel more comfortable around this new individual - but them being someone she can freely confide in and emotionally there for her would be the turning point in her developing feelings for them.

╰┈➤ kristi could benefit from a humorous partner who can make her laugh - she's got a front-row seat to all the grim, grotesque aspects of life in the town, from minor things such as sprained ankles and broken bones to the horrifying ones such as burial preparations for mangled corpses and monster autopsies. if anyone needs some light in their life, it's the town's resident nurse. she enjoys listening to them regardless of whether they're silly pick-up lines her partner blurts out at random or exaggerated anecdotes from their life before the township. she may not always have the strength to laugh at them, but when her eyes light up and her lips turn into a half-formed smile - her significant other can rest assured that their attempts at humour have been successful.

╰┈➤ if her and her partner are already involved when the bus comes into town, they'd need to understand the situation and give her some space. marielle is her fiancee, and their relationship didn't end because either of them wanted it, but because they were separated by whatever entity or force has been dragging people into the town. she's naturally going to need some time to figure out how to proceed, and the depth of her feelings towards her new partner coupled with the unresolvable tension between her and marielle would ultimately bring their relationship to its conclusion. that being said, her partner would still need to be someone compassionate, who can respect her past and the fact that her former fiancee is an important part of her life. the pediatric nurse fell back into addiction while dealing with kristi's disappearance, and a partner who can keep a respectable distance from her but still care about her well-being and support kristi in navigating this new dynamic between her and the only person she knew before she was trapped here would be truly a great partner for her.

╰┈➤ circling back to the fact that kristi is one of the few people in town that truly has to see all of its horrors up-close, her partner would need to be someone with a comforting nature, who knows how to offer her reassurance and solace even in the darkest of times. there are times where humour truly isn't going to be anything but a hindrance, and those are the times where she's truly going to need someone to fall back on. I can't see her wanting to be touched in those moments - the images of guts, blood and death overwhelming her thoughts. that being said, I can see her accepting small gestures from her partner. a hot cup of tea, made with herbs randall's found down in the forest. the one blanket she has, draped over her shoulders as she shivers. the gentle murmurs of her partner's voice, spoken so quietly as to not disturb her while she's processing the monstrosity she's had to look at most recently. she's been building a wall between them since day one - they've been tearing it down little by little. at this point, they know exactly how to do it.

- ', ꒱ ↷ marielle.

╰┈➤ a young pediatric nurse battling an addiction, marielle ended up in the inescapable town on her way to a rehabilitation centre. in a world where her and kristi's relationship doesn't survive the turmoil of kristi's disappearance and marielle's subsequent relapse, I can see her being drawn to someone she considers reliable. someone who offers to help her sort out supplies from the ambulance, double-checks all the windows to make sure they're shut as sunset gathers and silently supports her as she navigates life in an environment where murderous monsters are an every-night occurrence and the only person she knows is her ex-fiancee. being able to rely on somebody aside from kristi alone helps her transition into this strange situation and provides her with a support system - while it isn't the same as the proper help she'd receive in a rehabilitation sense, it is still something that makes her want to fight and resist the urge to dig through the medicine cabinet.

╰┈➤ marielle wouldn't want to be with somebody who is constantly hovering over her or constantly fretting over her struggle with addiction. she struggles to acknowledge how much impact it has had on her, and she desires to be treated like any other regular person - she's doing her best, she's a nurse and she wouldn't deplete the little resources they have and she couldn't stand it if someone she cared for deeply, trusted and respected thought otherwise. in addition to that, kristi is still an important person to her regardless, and she doesn't want her to feel responsible for her relapse, and she doesn't want to discuss it with people other than her partner to begin with. it's completely normal for her significant other to be concerned with her wellbeing, but they need to respect her boundaries when it comes to a matter as complex as this. she can confide in them in the moments where she feels at ease enough to talk about it, but she shouldn't be pressured to do so unless her partner notices a genuine cause for concern.

╰┈➤ as the only medical expert in town aside from kristi, marielle has a lot on her plate in her day-to-day life - most notably fatima's strange non-pregnancy. her significant other being a perceptive and helpful individual would help alleviate some of the burden off her. taking note of which medicinal herbs are missing and venturing out to retrieve them from the forest and making sure to drag her out to the diner for a proper meal and a well-deserved break are all gestures that may appear small, but mean the world to her in the long run. little things like these make her life easier in the long run, and it makes her feel supported and cared for. she's grateful for these gestures, and she does her best to make sure she lets her partner know how much she appreciates them and the things they do for her.

╰┈➤ keeping what I said in the second paragraph in mind, I do still see marielle as an individual who would benefit from and enjoy having an affectionate and touchy significant other. she's been starved of physical comfort ever since kristi went missing, and seeking out a new relationship was the last thing on her mind back in the real world - now, however, it's one of the few luxuries she can afford. during late evenings, she buries herself into her partner's embrace with her head tucked tightly into the crook of their neck. death still lurks beyond the front door, but the curtains are drawn and their voices are incomprehensible, and it allows her to shut it all out. the night nicky is killed and she has to patch up randall, her partner holds her hand wordlessly - knowing that no words could truly comfort her in that moment. the morning after she has another nightmare about what she, julie and randall have endured, her partner gently strokes her back and waits for her to start speaking. it's in these touches that she finds the strength to believe that everything might be okay - that they may just make it out of there alive.

- ', ꒱ ↷ randall.

╰┈➤ while randall may initially come across as brusque, aggressive and overall disagreeable, an individual prone to seeing the good in others may take note of his willingness to help jim search for tabitha in the aftermath of their basement caving in or his foolish yet well-meaning attempt to force donna to open the diner door in an attempt to save the distrustful people outside from the dangerous monsters lurking within the dark. a more optimistic individual would be able to look past the rough exterior and see him not as a loose canon and a potential threat, but rather a man worth getting to know.

╰┈➤ upon his arrival to town, he's incredibly distrustful of everyone around him so I think an individual who knows how to keep their distance initially but still lets him know that they're willing to help him adjust would be the kind of person he'd most willingly let in. taking the time and effort to let him know that the offer to show him around the town or talk to him is on the table but still not constantly approaching him enough to make him suspicious of your role in what he originally perceives as some sick experiment is the most successful path to take for him to first tolerate, and then later on enjoy their company. as stubborn as he is, in a situation as horrifying as the one he's trapped in - very few would choose complete isolation over companionship and some semblance of normalcy.

╰┈➤ randall likes his personal space, but as a partner I see him as quite protective, constantly looking out for the person he's involved with. coupled with the fact that living on the bus with no curtains to separate him from the human-like creatures slinking around the town at night, he'd be more likely to want to move in with his partner not long after the relationship is established, and someone who is open for cohabitation relatively soon into the relationship would suit him better than somebody who would like to take their time with it. that way, not only is he able to get away from the creatures, but he's also able to keep an eye on his partner and ensure their safety throughout the night.

╰┈➤ he's one of the few people in town to be directly impacted by the music-box monster, and the only person the monsters left alive after torturing. he survived the worst threats the townspeople've encountered firsthand, and it's plain to see that he felt abandoned by boyd on the night that the ambulance came into town. if he was protective beforehand, afterwards I think he'd prefer to be with a partner who seeks him out all the time and after being left for dead in favour of other people, he needs to feel as if he's somebody's priority. and for the person that does give him that lifeline, that seed of trust they've placed in him would grow exponentially - the person whose priority he is would ultimately be his priority as well. whatever the future holds, whether they're trapped in that hellscape or make it back to the safety of the real world, they're in it together. wherever they go, randall will follow.

- ', ꒱ ↷ donna.

╰┈➤ aside from boyd himself, donna is one of the town's authority figures as the leader of colony house. those that choose the flower and choose to live under her roof, choose to life for today because tomorrow isn't guaranteed - and I can see donna falling for a partner who shares that stance. she's seen so much loss - from her sister's screams that still ring in her ears to the massacre that followed kevin foolishly opening the window for a monster he'd found himself besotted with, tomorrow is truly never guaranteed. someome spontaneous and lively, who makes the days a little less bleak and the nights a little more bearable may be just what donna needs after all the tears she's spilled in secret. pulling her aside for a lunch date at the edge of the woods and convincing her to take a day to the brundles every once in a while may be just what she needs to soothe her soul.

╰┈➤ following tense situations such as the colony house massacre, the arrival of the bus in town and the harvest of rotten crops, donna's significant other needs to be her rock - someone truly dependable whom she can rely on when the entire town is relying on her. she's rarely ever vulnerable - and when she breaks down, she deserves the luxury of being able to do it in someone's arms. while she does hold a position of authority in town, her hold over the people isn't quite as firm as she would like it to be during times of frenzy and despair. if her partner was to disagree with one of her decisions - it would be wiser to discuss their stance with her away from the mass of people who may already be hesitant to follow orders they have doubts about.

╰┈➤ donna considers the people of colony house to be her family - and her partner would need to integrate themselves as a part of that. they don't need to necessarily agree with or be friends with all of the people there, but they need to have some respect for them - and look out for all of their safety, just as the other colony house members would for them. that's truly one of the things that matters most to donna and it would make her happy to see her significant other accept that way of life, and the only family she really has.

╰┈➤ donna could truly benefit from a partner who often verbally reassures her. I don't think she hears the praises she needs to hear enough - and while I think she initially may scoff and dismiss them, after some time she would come to truly accept them. she doesn't receive much gentleness in her role as the leader of colony house and while all of the residents of colony house defer to her, I would argue that only a few are truly appreciative of all she does - very few take the time to express it, which is understandable given the situation they're in. her partner reminding her that they love her or declaring that they're proud of how well she's handling things despite all the adversity surrounding her may be things that she's not used to hearing, but they are things that she realises she needed to hear. her sister's screams are still ringing in her ears - but a familiar voice pops up every once in a while, repeating declarations of love. these sounds represent two polar opposite memories - and yet, they both urge her to keep going.

- ', ꒱ ↷ boyd.

╰┈➤ as the town's leader, boyd is expected to shoulder the weight of the world - the people look to him to be their symbol of home, to find a way out, to reassure them when the going gets tough. it's a heavy burden, and he needs somebody to share the weight of it with him. he can put up a front to the people around him, but when the night falls and the monsters come knocking at the windows, somebody needs to be there to guide him away from their whispers and the depths of his own thoughts.

╰┈➤ being sympathetic to the losses he's had to endure would go a long way. abby and father khatri both meant a great deal to him, and he's haunted by the memories of them. trapped in a perpetual circle of death and arrivals, it's not like he's had much time to deal with his own grief. being willing to listen to him talk about them, even asking him a couple of questions about things he's never really found the space to talk about could help him start to process all that he's been through. what was abby like before you got here? how did you and father khatri go about convincing the people that the talismans worked?

╰┈➤ the former soldier is also the town's most prominent authority figure, but that's not to mean that his reasoning isn't without flaw. somebody who can present themselves as authoritive and a voice of reason would help boyd with thinking some actions through. when in agreement with boyd, they could help to keep the townspeople safe by echoing and further solidifying his orders. when he's intent on keeping people in the dark to prevent frenzied panic, his partner should be there to remind him to bring donna up to speed - even suggest when the people are relentlessly yelling at tabitha for not seeking help, his partner should be there to reinforce the notion that they don't know enough about faraway trees to attempt trips down through them.

╰┈➤ boyd is fiercely protective of his family, and he would expect the person he's with to care for them as well. ellis and fatima mean the world to him, and he's willing to step over the moral boundaries he's set for himself to protect them. I can't see him with somebody who wouldn't take the effort to befriend his family and I can see him being more drawn to a potential partner who behaves in an approachable manner toward his most beloved. if his partner is around before the arrival of the matthews family, he'd be likely to confide in them about the regret he feels over his torn relationship with his son, as well as rejoice with them when ellis reaches out to attempt to repair it. boyd may have very little time to participate in the impromptu wedding by walking fatima down the aisle, but his partner helping her get ready and lending ellis a listening ear to recite his vows would ultimately draw them into the fold of this small family and solidify their place by his side.

- ', ꒱ ↷ ellis.

╰┈➤ the sheriff's son is an artistically inclined character, and I could see him connecting with someone who also finds comfort in some form of artistry - whether that be painting, writing, pottery, music or a completely different art form. he'd be incredibly supportive of them if they refused to surrender their passion and insisted on perfecting their craft regardless of how long they've been stuck in town, not to mention that it would cause his respect for them to grow exponentially. I can see ellis keeping an eye out for and bringing his significant other supplies - be that cutting down his own stack of paper and coal or discovering clay and gathering some for them.

╰┈➤ ellis is quite possibly the most romantic soul in town - and the most devoted. he'd enjoy spending a vast majority of his time with his partner, and the person he's with should be someone who truly wants to spend most of their time with him as well. he'd plan out dates as often as he could, and they'd range from preparing breakfast in the kitchen together while laughing to cozy, quiet morning strolls in the woods as him and his significant other simply bask in eachother's presence. often, he couldn't care what they're doing - as long as they're together.

╰┈➤ as is made obvious with his appreciation for fatima, ellis has a soft spot for kind and amiable people who try to be helpful and welcoming towards others. an individual that goes out of their way to help new people adjust and lends those struggling a listening ear would be just the kind of person who he'd find himself falling in love with. he would consider himself very fortunate to have a partner like that, not to mention that his significant other would be the person he'd always turn to when he needs to get something off his chest or when he simply needs to feel comforted by holding them close. while his partner shouldn't meddle in his relationship with his father too much - I can see him reaching out to repair it with their support and guidance.

╰┈➤ circling back to the topic of artistry, ellis' is the sort of guy to make his significant other into his muse once he's well and truly head over heels in love with them. he's another character whose love language would be quality time - but in the sense that he could spend hours painting his partner and trying to transfer every feature onto the canvas. he'd try to immortalise whichever features he could - the precise hue of their eyes, the curve of their lips, the bridge of their nose. a partner who could sit with him for hours as he does this, or to be more precise, a partner who is comfortable being his muse would truly suit him better than any other. not only is he immortalising the person he loves, he's immortalising his love for them through his craft. they could both disappear from the world any day now - whether that be at the hands of the vicious creatures that lurk outside the windows or to an unknown entity, but the love they have for one another will remain on the canvas he left behind.

- ', ꒱ ↷ fatima.

╰┈➤ from her first introduction, this beautiful persian woman is presented as welcoming, humorous and full of light. if her future partner was to arrive in town after her, chances are that fatima would be one of the first people to catch their eye. and while she's admired by many, I can see her developing feelings for someone confident, with inner strength to match her own. while setting themselves apart from the other people she's admired by through expressing their interest in her isn't something that would guarantee her reciprocation, it would be something that makes them stand out to her next to all of the other people she's formed strong bonds with. fatima is widely-beloved by her community and the people in it are all very comfortable with her, so if somebody wants her to see them in a romantic light, they have to take the first step towards it.

╰┈➤ fatima is loving and generous, and her character is best seen through her countless gestures to help julie adjust to town and her gifting trudy her favorite sweater. with that in mind, I see fatima's ideal partner as someone truly compassionate - I don't think she would function well with an individual lacking empathy or who has managed to fully distance themselves from the humanity of others, not when she herself feels as deeply as she does. someone who keeps an eye on donna when she's got a lot on her plate or defends victor when new people misunderstand him is likely someone she could connect with much easier than someone whose solely out for themselves and their closest ones. at the centre of that compassion would still be their love for her, and in an environment like their inescapable town, even a person that appears carefree as her needs support. a partner that encourages her to talk to them about how she feels and relentlessly tries to motivate her to keep going, to stay the person she's trying to remain would make life more bearable, even if only by a little bit.

╰┈➤ the daughter of a cleric murdered for his outspoken nature back home in iran, fatima vowed not to allow monsters anywhere in the world to prevent her from living the life. the monsters may come out during the night, but during the day - she's determined to live her life. a romantic partner who puts effort into beautiful gestures would help her truly hold onto that promise. making her laugh with cheesy jokes or organising picnic dates and decorating them with flowers by the brundles are not unachievable - and they ground the relationship as something more than a temporary connection made during distress.

╰┈➤ she would be an incredibly supportive significant other - if her partner was keen on holding onto their passions despite the dreadful situation they find themselves in, she would encourage them to keep pursuing them. whether they were an artist or writer spending the evenings with traces of coal on their fingertips, an aspiring medicine practicioner often revising the things they were taught or striving towards anything else, fatima would be right by their side. she'd take the time to pose for their portraits or to read through their works, to quiz them on the theory of their practice and to make sure that they don't lose hope in those things still being possible. after all, she wants a future with them - and she wants it to be the best one imaginable for both of them.

- ', ꒱ ↷ sara.

╰┈➤ a haunted young woman with an incredibly eerie presence, it's strongly implied that her brother helped her scape an abusive relationship shortly before arriving to fromville. with that in mind, I think sara would appreciate a potential partner who wouldn't immediately insist on a romantic relationship, but rather be her friend first and foremost. she's glad to be out of that situation, but she'd prefer to take things slow, as opposed to rushing into a new relationship. a partner who's content being her friend first and allow for a relationship to develop organically would suit her more than a partner whose immediately prepared to jump into a relationship.

╰┈➤ sara is one of the very few people in town with whom the entities of their entrapment communicate with directly, and it's safe to say that her day-to-day life is directly impacted by this circumstance. an observant partner who can notice the subtle changes in her could help her navigate the struggle of the whispers constantly circulating through her mind. pulling her aside and waiting for the voices to subside, letting her share them with the person she trusts the most makes her feel less alone, finding a way to distract her from the chaos within her mind are all things that could make her life just a little more bearable.

╰┈➤ a figure more feared than she is loved, sara knows she can't take back the things she's done. she can't bring back tobey, gina or bing-qian. she can't undo what she tried to do to ethan. worst of all, she can't bring back nathan - the only family she had. she's riddled with grief and regret, and she can understand the animosity of the people that once considered her a friend and the whispers of people who will only know her as the maddened woman with a trail of blood following her. that doesn't make their loathing and fear any easier to stomach. a partner who doesn't fear her, and reassures her that she can still do good - that she isn't a lost cause, a murderous beast beyond salvation could have a profound impact on her. someone strong-willed and loving, who stands by her even when the entirety of this small world they're stuck in is determined to keep her away.

╰┈➤ sara has little left to remind her of life before her and nathan ended up stranded in town. all she really has to her name is a clumsily pieced-together christmas ornament. being loved by somebody who is creative and fond of gift-giving could provide her with memorabilia to ground her and help remind her that somebody actually cares about her. whether it's a scrap of fabric crafted in a vague shape and hung on a thin string or a wooden box made to keep the little snowman she's kept safe and tucked away, little things would help her feel more 'at home' in a partner's presence and tether her to them as her proper, true home - a patch of salvation in a neverending nightmare.

- ', ꒱ ↷ nathan.

╰┈➤ the caretaker for the town's barn animals at the time of the matthews' arrival, nathan doesn't appear to be close with anyone in town with the exception of his sister. due to this, I can imagine his potential partner being somebody who has a pre-established connection to sara - whether that just be a coworker at the diner who drops by their house when she's forgotten something or a close friend his sister spends a lot of time with. seeing as his proximity to them would make this person somebody he encounters on a daily basis, he'd begin to notice them - and while exchanging pleasantries and taking the time to have a quick conversation with him as they go about their day would endear them to him, it's the little things he takes note of over the course of time that ultimately end up drawing him towards his future partner.

╰┈➤ his potential partner would have to be quite friendly and even the slightest bit assertive to really get anywhere with him, as I don't really see nathan as the one who would take the first step to establish a relationship. finding excuses to come talk to him throughout the day and openly admitting that they enjoy his company would draw him towards them, and he would reciprocate that effort by finding some time to go and talk to them, as well as by checking up on them throughout the day.

╰┈➤ while I see nathan as a quite withdrawn and reserved individual, I can imagine him becoming involved with a more outgoing partner - one that would regularly encourage him to get out of his shell. for the most part, that does simply consist of heading off to the diner with him and roping him into a conversation with whoever may be there - but nobody can claim that those attemps were in vain. while the people he's closest to are still his sister and his significant other, he has grown closer with several other people and started considering them close friends - the most notable of those being kristi and kenny.

╰┈➤ a relationship with nathan could be properly defined as 'private but not secret'. the people around him don't really know much about the details of his relationship, but all of them know that both him and his partner are off limits. I see him as the type to enjoy keeping the private details of his relationship between him and his significant other, and I can't quite imagine him with a partner who would mind that. in public, the farthest he'll go is a gentle peck on the cheek or holding onto their hand - but that's not to say that he comes across as cold or uncaring, not at all. the manner in which he talks about the person he's involved with, even if the things he's saying appear mundane, make it painfully obvious how deeply he cares for them - if the thinly-veiled adoration in his eyes and the slight curve of his lips are anything to go by.

[gratelove]

I Can’t Lose You

Kenny Liu x Reader

You head out to do a perimeter check before darkness falls. Night comes too quickly and you find yourself stuck, having to hide to survive. Kenny is worried sick all night, thinking he may have lost you. When morning comes, Kenny realizes life is too short to hide his feelings for you.

The night came faster than you anticipated. What had started as a quick run to check the perimeter of an abandoned house on the edge of town turned into something far more dangerous. The door you had come through was jammed, and the other exits were either boarded up or too risky to try without attracting attention from the creatures that roamed outside.

You were trapped.

Your heart raced as the sounds of the night grew louder, the telltale signs of the monsters creeping ever closer. You had no way to get back to the station. No way to let Kenny know what had happened. And he was expecting you. You had promised him you’d be back before dark, and now…

Now it was too late.

You curled up in the farthest corner of the room, your flashlight flickering as it threatened to go out completely. You weren’t sure what scared you more—the monsters outside or the thought of Kenny thinking the worst. He’d worry. You knew he would. But all you could do now was wait for morning, praying the creatures wouldn’t find you before then.

Kenny paced the station, his anxiety twisting tighter with every passing minute. You should have been back by now. The sun had long since set, and the darkness outside was alive with danger. Every sound made him jump, imagining the worst. What if something had happened to you? What if one of those things had found you? What if you were hurt, trapped, or worse…?

He slammed his hands down on the table, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. He couldn’t stand it anymore. He had to find you.

Grabbing his rifle, Kenny made for the door, his mind racing with a single thought: Find her. Now.

But as he reached for the handle, Boyd stepped in front of him, blocking his path. “Where do you think you’re going?” Boyd’s voice was stern, but there was an understanding in his eyes.

“I have to find her,” Kenny snapped, his panic rising. “She’s out there, and I can’t just stand here—”

“Kenny, you leave now, and those things will kill you before you even get halfway across town.” Boyd’s voice was steady, but firm. “If she’s alive—and I believe she is—then you need to be here for her in the morning. Going out there now won’t help her.”

Kenny clenched his fists, his body trembling with frustration and fear. “I can’t just do nothing, Boyd. I can’t just sit here and—”

“You need to stay calm,” Boyd interrupted, his voice softening. “If she’s smart—and we both know she is—she’s found somewhere to hide. She’ll make it through the night. But you need to be here when the sun comes up. If you go out there now, and something happens to you, how do you think she’ll feel?”

Kenny’s breath caught in his throat, the truth of Boyd’s words hitting him like a punch to the gut. If something happened to him, if he didn’t make it back… He couldn’t bear the thought of leaving you behind. Not like this. Not without…

He sighed, dropping his head, his heart still pounding in his chest. “I just… I can’t lose her, Boyd. I can’t.”

Boyd placed a firm hand on Kenny’s shoulder. “You won’t. But you need to be patient. Wait for morning.”

Kenny nodded, though every fiber of his being screamed at him to run out the door. But Boyd was right. He had to wait. For you.

The night dragged on, every creak, every distant sound twisting the knot in his stomach tighter. He barely slept, his mind racing with all the terrible possibilities. What if you didn’t make it? What if this was your last night in this cursed town, and he hadn’t even told you…

Told you how much you meant to him.

As the first light of dawn finally broke through the dark, Kenny didn’t hesitate. He grabbed his jacket and bolted out the door, his heart pounding as he raced through the town, calling your name. He didn’t care if anyone heard. He didn’t care if he looked desperate.

“Where are you?” he shouted, his voice raw with panic. “Please, answer me!”

The pale light of morning filtered through the cracks in the boarded-up windows, and you let out a breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding. You had made it through the night, somehow. You didn’t dare move until you heard the faint sounds of life stirring outside, the nightmare of the night beginning to fade with the daylight.

You pushed your way through the stuck door, your muscles aching from the cramped position you had stayed in all night. Stepping outside, the cool morning air hit your face, and you took a deep breath, grateful to see the sky again. But as relief washed over you, a familiar voice cut through the quiet of the morning.

“There you are!”

You turned just in time to see Kenny sprinting toward you, his face a mixture of panic and relief. Before you could even speak, he was there, his arms wrapping around you in a tight, desperate hug that knocked the air from your lungs.

“Kenny—”

“I thought I lost you,” he murmured into your hair, his voice trembling. “I was terrified. I thought… I thought you were gone.”

You could feel him shaking, his grip on you tightening as if he was afraid you might disappear if he let go. Your heart swelled at the intensity of his emotions, and you hugged him back just as fiercely, your own relief spilling over.

“I’m okay,” you whispered. “I’m here. I’m safe.”

He pulled back just enough to look at you, his eyes searching yours as if he needed to see it to believe it. His thumb brushed across your cheek, and for a moment, the world seemed to fall away, leaving only the two of you standing there in the morning light.

“I can’t do this,” he whispered, his voice cracking with emotion. “I can’t keep pretending I’m okay with all this—pretending I don’t care. I care about you. More than I’ve ever cared about anyone.”

Your breath caught in your throat as his words hit you, your heart racing in your chest. “Kenny…”

“I lost my dad,” he continued, his voice urgent, like he needed to get the words out before they escaped him. “And last night, I thought I was going to lose you too. I can’t keep waiting. Life in this place… it’s too fast, too uncertain. I don’t want to wake up one day and realize I never told you how I feel.”

You stared at him, overwhelmed by the depth of his confession. The pain, the fear, the love—it was all there, raw and real. And in that moment, you realized you had been holding back too, afraid of what might happen if you let yourself feel too much in a place like this. But now, standing here with him, there was no more holding back.

“I feel the same way,” you said, your voice barely a whisper. “Kenny, I’ve felt it for a while now. I was just too scared to admit it.”

His eyes softened, relief washing over his face. He let out a shaky breath, and then, without another word, he pulled you into a kiss. It wasn’t hesitant or unsure—it was filled with all the things you both had kept inside for too long.

When you finally pulled away, breathless but smiling, Kenny rested his forehead against yours, his hands still holding you close.

“I don’t know what’s going to happen next,” he said softly. “But I do know that I want to spend whatever time we have… with you.”

You smiled, your heart full. “Then that’s what we’ll do.”

And in that moment, with the sun rising behind you and the horrors of the night fading into memory, you felt hope. Maybe not for the town, maybe not for everything, but for you and Kenny. For whatever came next. Together.

[ellisstabwound]

Someone like you -> kenny liu

pairings; kenny liu x donna!daughter!reader

warnings; mentions of death, weed, swearing.

summary; you always felt out of place in colony house, maybe moving into town will do you some good, luckily for you the deputy has a spare bedroom.

wordcount; 2.09k words

a/n; definitely making this a series because look at my husband

You sat down at colony house, looking out at the horizon, the sun had just risen, meaning the Creatures had left. You had this life for a while, you were here before the talismans, it was rough obviously, someone as young as you seeing the bodies everyday.

You sat on the roof, a joint in your hand, curtesy of Fatima obviously, as you watched the people in town. A very known habit you had.

You didn't know why you liked watching people in town, maybe you were just waiting for Victor to wake up.

You and Victor have always been close. You didn't see a creep like many, you didn't see a pervert. You saw a broken man who only needed love and social interactions.

He did grow up in this life, longer than everyone. You were eating an apple as you watched the deputy walk around town, making sure everyone was fine for the day.

You've never spoken to him, you would be lying if you said you weren't intrested in him, his dopy smile, his eyes, his attitude, his personality.

You wanted to know more.

You looked down as your mother called for you, Donna stood at the bottom, clearly irritated. You sighed before putting out the joint and grabbing a pole and sliding down before landing in front of her.

"What the fuck did I tell you about going up there?" Donna scoffed as you sighed, looking away as you crossed your arms.

"It's dangerous up there." You muttered as she nodded. She sighed before placing her hands onto your shoulder. "I know, I know. You don't want anything to happen to me, day or night."

"Okay listen, you can be a dumbass and sulk up there all day, or go to town with me for me, father Khatri and Boyd's monthly get together." Donna offered as you contemplated. You did always want to go to town, meet the people there and see how different they are to the life you have at colony house.

"Uh sure, don't got anything better to do then measure the distance of trees." You said as your mother raised her eyebrow at you, you nodded as she she just sighed and walked off, muttering under her breath as she walked off.

You followed her, looking at the houses and the people, a few walked towards the dinner as the deputy you've seen walk a route everyday left the dinner, a few boxes in his hand.

"Kenny!" Donna smiled as the man looked up, barley carrying the boxes, you grabbed one that fell from him, smiling at him as you took another one. "I believe you haven't met my daughter."

"You have a daughter?" Kenny asked Donna as she nodded. You smiled at him as he nodded and looked between the two of you. "I don't see a resemblance."

You chuckled along with him as you walks towards the post office, sorry, sheriff's office. You stood in front of Sheriff Boyd. You watched as he walked outside, opening the door and smiling at the both of you.

"Donna, you're here, with company?" Boyd glances at you and you crossed your arms and glanced back at him. "Kenny, why don't you show our guest around."

"I know what the town looks like. I was here when we used to pull patches out of the ground." You sneered and he glanced at you. Donna gave you a pointed look which made you roll your eyes as she entered.

"So, you've been here for a while? Why haven't i seen you before?" Kenny asks you as he started walking. You followed him, walking alongside him as you looked around the town you once called home.

"I like to stay at colony house, mostly in my room or with Victor." You answered as you glanced at a scrap mess of a cage in the middle of town. "What's that?"

"That's the box. Whenever someone causes a death they go in there." Kenny explained as you nodded. You walked towards the box, ignoring kenny's heys and questions as to where you were going.

You looked inside, seeing the 'cage' itself. You sighed as you looked around, no talisman, they were leading people to their deaths.

"We've never used it. I'm not supposed to tell you this, but Boyd made it to scare the townsfolk into being careful." He whispered as you sighed in relief. You continued walking with him. It was refreshing, talking to someone who wasn't high or being a complete ass.

Did you chose the wrong choice?

No, you couldn't leave your mother. You wouldn't dream of it. You liked the bond, the connection, the stability.

You walked back to the post office, joking around with Kenny and waiting for your mother who soon exited. "Cmon, we should head back."

You nodded at your mother as she started to walk off, you turned back to kenny who seemed rather disappointed. "I'll see you soon?"

Kenny smiled at the idea to see you again. He licked his lips, nodding before standing up and helping you up from the steps. "I'll see you around."

You smiled before walking off, already missing the town and missing the boys company. "He's a townie, don't forget."

"They're not that bad mom." You muttered as she turned around to face you. "I know we have bad memories, but they're like a puzzle. They connect, isn't that something nice."

"They have a box to murder people." Donna reminded but you sighed. You wanted to tell her what Kenny told you, but you knew she wouldn't believe you, or it would backfire and she'd run if to Boyd, saying how much of a lie like that would break the chain of the community he built.

"Don't tell me you want to be one of them now." Donna sneered as you sighed, you stopped walking, crossing your arms causing her to look at you. "y/n."

"I hate colony house. I have no friends. They're all assholes who want to get drunk and high! Fatima, Elis and Victor are the only tolerable people in there!" You answered. You never wanted to leave your mother, to cause a drift, you'd be lying if you said you wouldn't miss your old life with Victor.

"The moment you leave, there's no coming back. I can't bend the rules, even for you." Donna silently pleaded as you sighed. You knew that. It was why you went with her in the first place, you couldn't handle it anymore.

"They all look at me like I'm crazy." The moment you spilled that from your mouth, how you had lost your mind the first few weeks of living here. "I mean, it's a hazard, why would I stay in a place where one person's mistake could kill us all."

"The windows are nailed shut!" Donna argued as you scoffed.

"Hammers exist!" You scowled. You realised she was starting to get irritated. "Mom, just listen to me."

"Fine you wanna go there. Go." She scoffed. You sighed, shaking your head.

"You don't mean that-." Before you could finish your sentence she walked towards you, pointing her finger at you.

"Go, go run off. You'll come back crying to mommy right after it just like always." You held back the remark you were about to say, you knew she didn't mean it, you knew she was just hurt, hurt by the fact that you considered leaving.

Mothers instinct.

"Go." You sighed before walking towards your room, packing a bag. Donna was already on her way to Boyd. You knew it was against the rules to switch your area, but technically you never chose, your mother just snatched you and they never said anything because you were with your family.

You heard a knock on the door, opening it to find victor, clearly upset. "Is it true?" He whispered as you sighed. "Are you leaving?"

"I'll visit you, I promise." You tried to comfort him, he shook his head, looking at you.

"It's against the rules. Donna won't let you." He said as he clutched his lunchbox. You sighed, turning back to your bag.

"I know, but it won't stop me." You answered. He nodded beforw opening his lunchbox, taking out a drawing of the both of you. "Victor."

"I made it for you, to never forget." He answered as you smiled at the drawing.

"I'll never forget you Victor. C'mere." You held out your arms for him, taking him in for a hug. He always say you as a sister, someone to protect, someone who'd always be by his side.

You watched him walk back to his room, you sighed before closing up your bag, waiting outside at colony house to find Elis and Fatima outside, they walked towards you, clearly confused.

"We heard your leaving." Fatima announced as you nodded. Elis crossed his arms as he leaned against the railing.

"It's gonna be weird without you." Elis sighed as you nodded. You looked at Fatima as she hugged you, Elis joining in as they watched Donna walk up the trail with Boyd. "I believe that's our cue to leave."

"We'll leave the backdoor unlocked in the day." Fatima smiled at you as you chuckled before walking down to meet sheriff Boyd.

You turned to your mom who crossed her arms, clearly still upset. You sighed before hugging her as she hugged back. "I'll bend the rules a little, come visit okay?"

"Always." You whispered as she smiled. You let go as you watched her wipe a tear from her eyes.

"I'm proud of you." She whispered before you turned to the sheriff who escorted you to a house.

"Kenny will give you the rules of the town, you'll be sleeping here until we find you a place to stay." Boyd said as you nodded, you looked at the sun to see it was about to set. "Welcome to the town."

"Thanks Sheriff." You smiled as he smiled back.

"You know my residence, if you need anything, I'm here. Even if you just want lunch with me." Boyd offered as you nodded.

"I'll keep that in mind." You nodded. You looked to the side to find Kenny waiting by the window, you waved as he waved back, you entered the house, finding Kenny talking to his mother in another language.

"Uh, hi." You you muttered as Kenny turned to face you, he spoke to his mother before turning back to you, smiling as he grabbed your bags.

"I'll take you to your room for now, I heard Boyds gonna build you a house or something to live in." Kenny nodded as you nodded along, he turned to his mother, speaking to her softly in another language before walking up the stairs.

"So. Uh, you're the deputy." You looked at him as he nodded, placing you bags into a room.

"Yeah, Boyd took me in after my father uh. Tried to open the door I suppose." You nodded as you sat down on the bed, Kenny took the chair, spinning it around to sit down, his hands onto the back of the chair.

"I've seen you. On the roof of the colony house." He started as you raised your eyebrow at him.

"A stalker aye?" You giggles as he chuckled, shaking his head.

"It's hard to miss a girl dancing around on a roof." He reasoned as you nodded. He leaned in, smiling at you. "That's really cool, and you're not that bad at dancing."

"Thanks Kenny." You smiled, you turned around at the sound of a bell, looking out the window to find Boyd ringing the bell.

"Okay, breakfast is in the morning, I'll knock on your door before then. My mom serves it at the dinner." Kenny started as you nodded looking around your room as he stood up and leaned against the doorframe. "The bell indicated curfew you should be on your way home or at your house by then, and you know about the box."

"Mhm." You nodded as he sighed, he smiled at you, before turning around to go to bed. You stood up, sitting on the windowstill removing the tarp as you look out to the town. It looked peaceful, beside the Creatures walking around.

You loved the town, no matter how fucked up it was, it was refreshing.

Did you make a mistake? You looked at your door, seeing kenny pass through helping his mom get to her room as you smiled.

This is where you belong.

[starlightandfairies]

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Ellis Stevens

One step: One step p2

Ellis helps reader adjust to life

Kenny Liu

Small talk:

Kenny and reader have a nice talk

Fatima Hassan/Stevens

Coming soon

Randall Kirkland

Coming soon

Jade Herrera

Smarts:

Jade is baffled by reader's need to keep up with studies.

[divorcingjimmatthews]

and there was only one bed + comforting them - reader x jade/kenny

assuming that you both like each other but neither has made a move yet

kenny

if youre a girl he would offer to sleep on the floor until you convince him that you're 100% fully okay with sharing kenny please calm down no one is sleeping on the floor okay

either way it ends with you two sleeping with your backs facing each other with some space in between. like normal adults that can just share a bed. no big deal. this is okay. this is okay (he keeps repeating this to himself)

he assumes that you must be already sleep because you're so quiet but he can't sleep because you've never been this close for so long and his bed feels and smells so nice with you in it and he never wants it to feel any other way again

he's just been through so much in such a short time

wait

is he... crying?

oh kenny

he prays prays prays that the tiny sob he just let out was quiet enough for you not to notice it

"kenny?"

dammit

he feels the weight shift in the bed as you sit up a little. then, he feels a warm hand on his upper arm, lightly rubbing it

"kenny, are you okay?"

he can't say anything because its that kind of moment where talking will make you cry worse

"hey, it's okay" you tell him, gently patting on his arm to get him to turn around to face you "free hugs. come on, come here"

the way he latches onto you. he hasn't had a good cry like this since he got to this damn place

still he tries to keep it low to not wake up his mom, he doesnt want to worry her

but yeah :')) god bless sweet kenny

you're rubbing his back and stroking his hair and after a while he pulls back and starts apologising

you try to tell him that its okay and that he should just try to sleep. that you're happy that you were able to help him. as a friend :)

its okay, you'll eventually get there. not today but someday

eventually you convince him that it really is ok and he plops back into your arms. he's too tired to keep feeling guilty about it

he's so cute when he sleeps T_T protect the sweet boy !!!

jade's under the cut because it's the tiniest bit nsfw

jade is downright offended that he has to share a bed. he didn't want to share a house much less a room much less a SINGLE BED

"you can keep your 3mm of spare bed and blanket thank you very much. ill sleep on the couch. ill sleep on the BATHTUB. i'll sleep on the f—"

you have to be not so subtle about telling him that you were actually looking forward to having him join you in bed. wink wink. wink wink. wink wink motherfuck—

OH

"sure yeah we can share. i don't mind that"

this idiot

"just to be clear, what exactly am i... allowed to do?" while warily eyeing you. offer sounds too good go be true. sus.

"i don't know. what do you want to do?"

cowboy duel

"honestly, i just want to get one fucking night's worth of good sleep"

you chuckle. "alright. we can do that."

you get in bed and just cuddle him like it's nothing. there's maybe a few soft kisses.

you're so soft and warm, he's already melting

"is it too late to change my answer? i don't think i want to sleep anymore"

you chuckle again. "you really, really need to. come on"

"hmm. fine."

he closes his eyes and settles in your arms. it feels so nice. he falls asleep so fast

he is, also, so cute when he's sleeping. it's so rare to see him look peaceful

you kiss his forehead and fall asleep soon after. you both have really sweet dreams because the showrunners and their so-called new horrors have no power here shhhh my imagines are outside of their jurisdiction

[ch3rrybbie]

Need.

Randall Kirkland x fem!reader

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

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Summary: You can’t seem to stay away from Randall, you’re yet to speak and he can’t stop staring. Why do you feel like you know him? What does he want? What do you need?

Warnings: SMUT, NSFW, 18+, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, unprotected sex, oral (fem and male receiving), fingering, masturbation, smutty daydreams, y/n is stubborn asf.

Note from author: Hi there! Tysm to the love on the snippet I put out, I just randomly write it and decided to share it and I’m so glad I did lol. I hope this lives up to what yall were expecting and I hope you enjoy. I will deffo probs write more for Randall and other fandoms so drop requests( hopefully Ik them). Also this is basically my first ever fic and time writing smut so pls be nice and I hope it’s not too bad lmao😭😭😭

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You’d been in town for four months now. And as much as a hell hole as it could and would prove itself to be you were thankful for the reprieve from the outside world. You’d come alone on a post college road trip looking for something anything as to what your life should be as to who you would be. Then came the crows the tree and the bogeymen in the woods.

———

Life soon became mundane, wake, work eat sleep repeat. You’d decided to live in town and not colony house,your double bed becoming a lifesaver through those long cold nights. Whilst your house didn’t have the charm of your dorm or home bedroom you tried your best. Forgoing fairy lights and band posters you supplemented with writing down song lyrics and crudely drawn flowers on the walls you were no artist but it was something to look at before the whispering and tapping got too loud and you reverted back to tucking your head under the covers, knowing all that kept you from them was a rock loosely strung on the door.But you spent your fair share of time at colony house helping rule the roost with Donna and she’d grown to love you fiercely like a daughter and it kept you going.

The day the bus arrived,the day he came,was almost alike any other. You woke at sunrise to help Tian Chen with opening the diner after Sara’s…retirement. You were wiping down the tables when you saw it through the windows. The bus had lazily rolled in and heaved to a stop right outside the diner and you saw him swing off its disgruntled steps. Tall, toned with a buzzed head and a face like thunder you mused to yourself. But there was something maybe lust or the delirious state the town caused, something tugged you to him. A feeling that you should go let him know you were there, an obligation.

You heaved the thought down, as unpleasant as swallowing bile.

———

Upon Kenny’s command you resigned yourself to ushering in the bus folk. Your eyes caught Donna’s and with it you passed a sympathetic glare you hoped she understood its messaging-“I’m sorry you have to go this again but don’t be too much of a bitch with them”.

Most of them were heartwarmingly lovely to a point your heart broke, they didn’t know the fate that had befallen them.The pain and suffering they were yet to face. You remembered exactly how each and every second felt and resorted to flittering around helping how you could, making sure their steaming cups of herbal tea were always brimming. As you were filling an old lady’s second cup you heard a gunshot go off.

Your world span. Ears ringing you dropped the cup it’s shatter giving music to your pounding steps as you burst out the diner.

“Donna?!” you yelled praying she’d be able to answer.

“I’m fine sweetie but hold the door” she casually threw back her eyes trained on someone, gun pushed into their chest.

Burning heat arose as he turned his head, his furrowed brows lifting as soon as he saw you a confused look replacing his disgruntled one. He cocked an eyebrow, as if to say you know this crazy bitch??? You ignored him and felt envy flush over you as you watched Ellis and Fatima run off hand in hand after escaping bus passengers.

You wondered if you’d ever have someone that would run with you into danger without a second thought.

You begrudgingly followed Donna’s request ushering the last of the bus strangers into the diner hoping the simulated warmth would numb the fear of the tapping and whispering yet to come.

Donna kept him for last seemingly keeping a close eye on him gun nudging him periodically. Time seemed to slow the closer he got, his stature seemed to exaggerate with his hands strung loosely in the air, a sarcastic surrender. He was surprisingly stocky, muscles taught as his agitation grew stronger.

Your eyes once again locked and your breath caught in your throat. A spark lit within your stomach and spread all throughout you. He had a similar lust struck gaze yet his eyes never left yours,never once walked across your body.

You snapped your head away.

Donna incredulously looked between the two of you and shoved him into the diner. You dared not to turn and look for him in the sea of strangers. And yet that did nothing to quell you swelling desire, you felt it cresting, waiting to come crashing down.

It was going to be a long night.

———

As soon as the sun streaked through the windows you legged it out of there citing a lack of sleep. Which was true you felt his gaze on you the whole night and you hadn’t looked once.

———

It’d been a few days since you’d had your weird eye fuck with the stranger from the bus. Randall, as you’d come to find out and you’d vowed to push aside all thoughts of him and refusing to even use his name although your only danger of using it was at night when your convictions stuttered and were only quelled by toe curling thoughts of him.

Issue was he did anything but ignore you. He was everywhere.

He was at colony house arguing with Donna. He was atop the bus staring down all who dare walk past. Hell he was even occasionally scoffing his face in the diner. And yet you avoided him, not a single word uttered yet he had your heart hitching.

His staring persisted despite your avoidance. It seemed to only make him hungrier to see you.

You found yourself slipping into thoughts of what he smelt, tasted and fucked like.

Thoughts. That was all you could have.

No more.

———

You were trudging up to colony house after a late night drinking with Jade, in summary you lost your bet of out drinking him and he soon was let in on your little secret. But you trusted him. The only person you could never tell was looking at you a face like thunder. Your confusion clouded your perception and failed to see Randall him marching away from Donna.

Your breath caught in your throat as he got closer, you felt exposed. It was a balmy spring day so you’d sported jeans and a tank top thinking nothing of it. He finally let his eyes slip down your body, staring greedily, seemingly committing it to memory.

You’d reprimand him if you weren’t doing the same.

He wore a white tank with an open t shirt strung on top, his jeans tight in all the right places. You were about to look at his arms again before the muscle in his jaw clenched harder and he barrelled on.

Donna loomed at the top of the porch steps a face like thunder. And yet she didn’t care to rant about the backend of the altercation you saw.

Shit.

“You greenhouse now” she spat.

Fuck.

She shut the door behind the two of you with a slam so you opted to give your now peace offering, “Look here’s the bulb I told you about I think it’s gonna look great with the-“.

“Honey, we all have needs and wants I understand that but HIM?!” she flung out incredulously hands on hips. With your face a mixture of horror and confusion she continued “I saw the way you two looked at each other that first day at the diner and I’m sure you’ve done more than look since, hell what was that just now?!”

God you wished.

You couldn’t help but laugh, “Donna nothings happened, and as far as I’m concerned nothing will”

Her shoulders sagged and she sighed, “Good , you deserve someone better than him”

You cringed at that. Was he that bad?

“Now show me my beautiful new tulip bulb” she proclaimed.

———

Donna’s comment had been bouncing around your head for days alongside seeing less of Randall him, tension was building.

Yesterday you spied him working on a truck and couldn’t help but walk closer. He Sported the same white tank that exposed this thick corded arms. He’d grunted as he’d rolled himself under the truck. Jeans straining to contain him, legs spread. Arms straining with force. You imagined what it’d be like to even sit on his lap clothed, how good you’d feel.

How good you could make him feel.

You’d pictured him taking you pressed against the hood of the truck. Skirt flipped up, exposed for all to see. Tits bare and pebbling against the cold harsh metal. He’d stroke you first you were sure, then he’d fuck his thick cock into you. Uniting pain and pleasure,he’d make you taste yourself on his thick calloused fingers as he took you for all to see.

The day dream vanished as you watched a girl from colony house , Lola? Lila?, walk up to him and hand him water as he rolled out from under the truck.

Your heart dropped and an amassing wave of disappointment came over you. Albeit foolishly , you’d thought his attention had been solely concentrated on you and not whoever would reciprocate it.

You turned walked home before he could see you.

That night you couldn’t help but call his name as you came to the thought of him working on his truck.

———

The last place you could think of being alone was the woods, I mean your bedroom was the other but your thoughts couldn’t be controlled there as you’d realised last night.

After seeing him with the girl from colony house your conviction became stronger. And you decided to strengthen it alone in the woods the last thing you needed was to see him.

You started your descent into the peace, the trees were lush with greenery and swayed welcomingly. It was a thick, sweaty day. Your sundress swung as you walked providing the cool breeze you needed.How funny, you were trapped in a hellish town full of monsters human and other and yet it was so beautiful. Flowers were starting to sprout up through the dense leaves of the forest floor and you couldn’t help but be entranced. The less funny part was who your brain was obsessed with happened to be who you had decided was the resident fuck boy.

“Hey”

Speak of the devil.

Your heart pounded in your chest knowing the monsters wouldn’t be so polite. Your eyes were snatched up from the forest floor to all six foot of him lazily leaning across a tree. Same tank top and jeans as your daydream. He must be on break from working on his truck.

FUCKKKKKKKKKKKK. He looks good.

“What’re you thinking so hard about?” He inquired.

You awkwardly shuffled and looked around.

“Sorry forgot everything is secret here, you smoke?” He asked coolly

Taken by surprise you chuckled, “uhhhh yeah before, well you know” you gestured around you.

He hummed cigarette already between his teeth.in one slick motion he’d lit it and started steadily approaching you taking a drag. He lazily held it to you.

You leant forward not breaking eye contact as hou took a drag, cigarette still between his fingers. You could’ve sworn he swallowed harshly, but the moment was cut short as you spluttered and coughed.

It’d been awhile since you’d last smoked.

He laughed heartily and his hand slipped to your back stroking and patting till your coughing seized. His hand awkwardly retracted and you longed for its warmth to grace you again. He attempted to strike up a conversation again before seeming to change his mind, lips pressing back together.

They looked soft.

He had always seemed so sure of himself how strange you mused to yourself.

“I’ve seen you staring at me” you burst out, regretting it as soon as it fled you lips. So much for secrecy.

He chuckled caught aback then grew somewhat serious taking another drag, “You like it?”

“No” you lied through your teeth

“Really?” He smirked.

He paused, “It’s not like I haven’t seen you looking back sweetheart”

He looked satisfied with his own reply slowly walking back shrugging and once again leaning against the tree.

He smiled a boyishly handsome grin,took a longer drag taking in your shocked face.

SWEETHEART?! Really, he truly was a fuck boy then huh.

You once again lost control of you mouth, “I don’t think your colony house girlfriend would be too happy about you calling me sweetheart” you spat.

He coughs out smoke unable to stop himself from laughing,“ Who?” he laughs.

You refuse to let his facade get to you, not helping him with the answer.

His confusion blends back into another stupid smirk, “Oh, Laine?” He chuckles, eyes narrowing to gauge your reaction.

Laine? You think to yourself, what a stupid name. Lame Laine. EW! no you refuse to fight some random girl over him. He didn’t belong to you.

As much as you wanted him to.

Your eyes flicked back to his and something seemed to cross his face. His eyes darkened.

He knew. He knew you wanted him.

He slowly approached.

“You still want some?”, he asked. Gesturing to the cigarette.

He read your apprehension and said something that was dizzying to you.

“I could shotgun you” he she shrugged eyes not leaving yours. Unable to speak you nodded… a little too enthusiastically and he smirked. You could’ve sworn his eyes darkened.

He tilts your head up softly but as firm as needed to align your lips to his, all that separated you was air. With bated breath loosening unwillingly out your mouth in a sigh, your were lips parted in anticipation. Something he seemed to be unable to mock his face sporting the same intense stare as if he could unfurl your lips and drive you over the edge of what you weren’t sure madness pleasure?. Slowly, softly he blew the smoke into your mouth and you felt so intensely in need of him that it didn’t feel like breathing him in, it simply felt like breathing whole for the first time. It felt as natural as anything being this close needing him there needing him anywhere on you or near you. His fingers felt nice but the searing want shared silently was a feeling like no other. It radiated beyond magnetism. Staring at each other no longer held challenge but you were looking, truly seeing each other for the first time beyond the facade beyond this bodies you didn’t need to scratch the itch of knowing the conclude something. You’d know him before.

You breathed in the smoke he blew, eyes not breaking from his. His pupils were blown and it was your time to smirk. If you didn’t know before you knew now.

He wanted you too.

You blew out the smoke as slowly as you could. His eyes fixated on your lips.

He looked entranced.

His hand still cupped your jaw, his thumb coming up to glide across your lower lip. Smoke gone, you pulled his thumb into your mouth and sucked. His eyes once again met yours. “Fuck” he breathed out.

It was your turn to tease him. You spied the cigarette. It’s sweet red cherry still burning, you decided whatever was about to happen was going to burn like that.

Fast and hot.

Fuck it you thought.

You took it from his fingers, he was still entranced.

You breathed it in slowly and pushed on your toes to meet his face. Your tits brushed his chest. Your noses skimmed. His hands dropped to grip your hips and they bunched up the material of your dress. Surprisingly slowly but surely your lips softly bumped and grazed each other and you blew out the smoke. He didn’t breathed it in, so puzzled you stayed like that eyes locked till neither of you could bear it any longer.

He snapped out of the trance.

Your lips crashed together desire encompassing you heat moving lower. He smelt like pine and sea air and sweat and smoke and oil.

He tasted salty. His lips were soft.

It was almost all too delicious.

Almost.

You couldn’t stop yourself from moaning as his hand smoothed up your back to hold your head and pull you in further. He grabbed your thighs and pulled you up easily. He grinned into you as the kisses grew hot and sloppy.

Your back hit a tree and the friction between you started to give you much needed release. He started pushing his hardening crotch into yours. He broke the kiss, “I knew you wanted me” he leered. “Shut up” you groaned and seized his lips back to yours.

His lips start to wander sucking your neck and finding the spot that made you push out a lengthened moan, legs attempting to pull him in further.

“Fuck you needed this almost as much as me huh baby” he croons as his hand slithers from your waist. It skims up your stomach leaving goosebumps in its wake. It reaches your tit feeling its weight even inside your bra. His hand snakes in and is surprisingly cold, you hiss. “Awe is it cold baby” he mocks as he smooths his thumb over your pebbling nipple, his eyes flick to yours. “Huh baby?”, he pinches and rolls your nipple to elicit an answer. “Fuck yes” you hiss, your hips jerking even further into his.

You pull his face back to yours with both hands, teeth clashing wantonly as you kiss him viciously. He moans breathlessly , gasping and moaning as your hand slips to press against the outline of his hard cock. It’s as big as you thought.

“Tell me what you need baby” he begs, his grip on your hip tightening. You refuse to answer, smirking. He grabs your hand from his crotch and pushes his bulge into your underwear covered crotch. You throw your head back against the trunk and your moans come out as hums through your clamped lips. “Come on baby tell me what you need”.

A vision of you knelt before him flashed into you mind. And you grew wet. Going down on someone sometimes felt submissive, degrading even. But with him the idea of teasing and controlling him whilst knelt before him. You needed it.

You pushed him away and he lowered you to your feet looking sheepish.

“I’m sorry did I do something that-”

You cut him off by sinking to your knees and open palm sliding down his front and down his clothed thighs. You applied more pressure the closer to his crotch you got.

You looked up at him through your eyelashes, “Is this okay baby?” You crooned.

“Yes” he breathed out.

You took your time.

Unbuckling his belt and sliding it out, you kissed the outline of his cock in his jeans before unzipping and sliding them down. You made quick work of his boxers and there he was.

As big as you thought, bigger even. The head of his cock was burning red and seeping with precum.

Oh he was aching for you.

How many nights had he fisted his cock to images of you?

You trace a finger over the seeping head and he hisses. You smirk, “is that sensitive baby?”. You do it again and he moans long and deep. You trace a finger down the thick veins and caress his balls and he rewards you with a needy “please baby”.

You lean forward on your knees and kiss the tip. Kiss the shaft and lick your way down to his aching balls. You return you attention to the seeping head continuing to kiss is gently allowing the kisses to get sloppier. His hips jerk towards you and you indulge him. His burning tip slips into your mouth and you lower it till your nose brushes against his lower stomach. You keep your rhythm soft and slow and he melts into you. His moans must be reaching the town by now and you hoped that colony house girl heard. You started to increase your suction and go faster and he pulls you off him. You release him with a lavicious pop.

He tucks himself back into his jeans and you stand there unsure until he surges down tasting himself on you. He backs you up against a tree and drops onto a knee. Both of his hands snake up your legs lifting your dress and stroking your wet heat over your panties. He kisses your thighs and licks a thick wet stripe over your clothed clit. He tugs your pants down maintaining eye contact as he spits onto your bare gleaming pussy. He kisses you clit achingly soft and begins to lick and kiss building your already approaching orgasm. You begin to gyrate against his now gleaming face. His now hot calloused hand rubs your clit and he pulls away and just stares at you. His confidence vanquished, his face desperate to watch you come. He dives back and guides two finger into your heat and curls them perfectly. Your loud breathing transforms into moans uncaring of who might hear. He hums into your aching pussy seemingly encouraging you. White hot heat encases you everything goes numb as you come around his knuckle deep fingers, pussy spasming. He watches your face contort in pleasure and continues his ministrations carrying you through.

Your breathing stills and he rises lifting his fingers to your lips, letting them sink into your awaiting mouth. You plead to be able the touch him and he smiles and kisses you full of need. “Please touch me again baby” he moans wantonly. You needed to see him come. Your hands slid down his front and once again released him. You stroked him firmly, the head of his cock an even brighter red and was pouring pre come. He was close. Your lips lunged for his and you tugged his cock harder. His moans became louder, breathing harsher as he spurted hot and harsh against your bare stomach and pussy. Your hand was covered and his face was serene. This was way more delicious than a daydream.

———

You were both bashful as you helped each other dress. Cheeks flushing as he pulled up your panties and gently tugged your dress down, you’d stopped him from wiping his come away and his confidence sprouted back. “You want something to remember this by?” He jested. “You wish” you spat back, you both knew what he said held truth.

The bell sounded in the distance.

“Come on I’ll walk you back”, he tugged your hand putting you in front of him and nudged you towards the edge of the forest. Was it to put a barrier between you and those things? No, you wouldn’t delude yourself into thinking he cared. If he cared he’d of asked you out or something along those lines. Right?

You made it back in time. “This is me” you awkwardly shrugged. You both waited for the other to speak.

You broke the silence.

“Randall, look you don’t owe me anything I get it this was nothing. I won’t tell Laine and you can go back to persuing her”.

“Y/N, me and Laine are-“ he started

You cut him off. You couldn’t bare to hear it.

“I just needed a release from whatever weird tension we had, I get it seriously no need to explain”

He looked stunned and started to frown. But he quickly masked it with a careless gaze.

Your eyes narrowed, “thanks for walking me back I guess”

“Yeah yeah , anytime”

He turned to abruptly leave.

You wanted him to stay, your bed would bed would be so warm with him. The thought made your heart skip.

“Randall wait!”

He turned

“Get home safe”, you deflated as you were unable to ask him to stay. As if he’d want to.

His swagger returned, “Don’t worry about me too much sweetheart” he smirked.

He laughed at you rolling your eyes as he strolled away.

———

Why did him walking away hurt so much? Why did you feel like you knew him?

“Fuckkkkk”, you hissed as you slid down your door. Had you fucked him in college? No,no surely not you’d shamefully remembered every drunken fight and embarrassingly bad one night stand. Then how could you possibly know him? You didn’t know but it was almost certain he remembered and the one whiteclaw too many was the culprit as to your forgetting. How could you forget a connection like that it almost felt cosmic. God now you really sounded like a colony house hippy dippy idiot.

[pyrodolls]

CHARACTERS I WILL WRITE

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[little-glitter-kitten]

Yandere! Kenny Liu Headcanons (sfw)

WARNING: SPOILERS AHEAD!!

It begins simply enough;

* You get trapped in town and, after electing to stay in the town, are temporarily placed into the Liu household until a house of your own becomes available.

* Kenny see's a shy, withdrawn woman having a hard time adjusting to her new situation

* Sweet little Kenny who spends some time each night in your room, just chatting, to ensure you have someone to vent to

* "Don't worry. Everything you're feeling, I felt too. It's normal to feel this way in such a messed up situation."

* "Do you have anyone special waiting for you back home? No?....Interesting..."

* He begins inviting you to breakfast at the Diner to make sure you're getting out of the house and meeting others....

* Until he doesn't like the idea of you meeting others

* Nobody else can understand you like he does.

* "Why is she always talking to Jade? What do they even have to talk about?"

* He keeps a respectful distance of course....but he's always watching.

* "Purely to make sure she's safe" He tells himself.

It's not too bad...until Tian Chen is murdered and you're all he has left.

* "Sure a house in town has become available but there's no point having one person with an entire house to themselves when a family could have more need of it. Better to stay here...with me"

* You both develop a domestic routine, splitting the chores evenly. He's so sweet, always offering to do the laundry.

* Hmmm, you swear you had more underwear than that!

* You begin to find your bedroom door open in the morning even though you are 100% sure you shut it the previous night.

* "Sorry. I just needed to make sure you were okay. Those things were quite vocal last night and I...Well, I got a bit scared myself" He admits hesitantly.

* You often keep finding your bedroom door ajar of a morning but now you know the cause you aren't too bothered.

* One night you struggle to pull yourself from the grips of a nightmare only to find a warm body pressed up behind you, gently sushing you back to sleep. You don't mind the company so you don't argue.

* Waking to find Kenny in your bed becomes a common occurrence, even on nights when the nightmares are absent, but still, you don't argue it.

* Until one night he doesn't even pretend to go to his room first. He follows you into yours, curling up behind you, holding you close.

* Neither of you mention these new sleeping arrangements, you both continue to go about your own business during the day as if nothing has changed, but little do you know....

* Kenny begins using his position as deputy to keeps tabs on your whereabouts in the town.

* "I saw you speaking with Randall today...No, nothing, he's just a bit....volatile. It would be better to keep your distance from him."

* "What do you mean it was too late in the afternoon? You had plenty of time to come back from Colony House before nightfall! I'm sorry, I'm not yelling it's just....you scared me. I was worried sick!"

* You're all he really has, you know this, so you refrain from straying to far from him to make sure he knows he still has you...

* But now, he has you right where he wants you.

[witchthewriter]

𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦

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𝑩𝒐𝒚𝒅 𝑺𝒕𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒔

He’d carefully adjust his arm to support you better, making sure you were comfortable.

・At first, Boyd isn’t sure what to do. He’s so used to carrying the weight of everything that the idea of someone trusting him enough to fall asleep on him kind of breaks his heart.

・Because he knew that this was one of the ultimate tells of true trust. You were letting your guard down; vulnerable and helpless in sleep.

・Completely tense, Boyd could only look down at you with disbelief.

・Feeling your breath against him, he sighed. He wanted to hold you close, wind his fingers through your hair and lightly sing to you.

・But he knew that it would wake you up. And neither of you had told each other how either of you felt.

・So this is a moment where he can pretend:

That everything is normal

That you were together. Childish as it may seems.

Feeling old things that he hadn't felt in a long time...giddiness, butterflies, hope.

・Boyd has always felt so protective of you. But in this moment, that feeling is amplified.

・Stroking your hair, and planting one gentle kiss to your forehead.

・He stayed awake all night, staring at the horizon, his usual tension easing just a little. Maybe, for just a moment, he’d let himself believe that there were still peaceful moments left in this place.

𝑱𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝑯𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒓𝒂

・Oh god, Jade literally malfunctions the second you fall asleep on him.

・He'd start to say something sarcastic but stop - mouth closing and body tensing.

・Jade's eyes start darting around the room, trying to think of what the next thing is...should he lay you down on the bed? Should he wake you?

・Man is confused - awkward - but he decides to listen to something other than his head.

・Noticing how his heart was pounding, face blushing, he stays still, and takes his time to look down at you.

・When he does, he thinks, 'okay sure, I guess I live here now...'

・And if anyone even glances in his direction, he glares absolute daggers at them: 'Go ahead, wake them up and see what happens.'

・Leaning his head against the top of yours, he heard something. Thinking you might have woken up, he moved and peered down.

・Turns out ... you were mumbling his name in your sleep...

・Burying his face in his hands, he sighs and says, 'god this is torture.'

・When you wake up - hours later - you stretch and blink until you notice where you are.

・Suddenly you jump up and begin to apologise profusely. Some would describe you as manic.

・Jade only shook his head, and gave you a real smile.

𝑲𝒆𝒏𝒏𝒚 𝑳𝒊𝒖

・Kenny would immediately soften, his protective instincts kicking in the moment he felt your weight against him.

He’d probably wrap his jacket around you if you looked cold, a little blush creeping up his neck. And if you stirred in your sleep, murmuring his name? Oh, you just might kill him on the spot.

・There'd be such a caring look in his eye as he peered down at you; a small smile appearing.

・He'd also just slowly adjust his position so you were both comfortable (he decided you were both going to stay there for a while.)

・If there was anyone that walked by, Kenny would give them a look that obviously said: 'Don't you dare wake them up.'

・And while giving that look, he would gently place a hand on your head and stroke your hair - like you've been done this together countless times

・Every time he glances down at you, his expression becomes so soft. Kenny so wanted to do this every night for the rest of his life.

・And his brain kept replaying: 'they trust me, they feel safe with me'

・If it's cold - or even mildly chilly, Kenny would slowly and (awkwardly) shrug off his jacket and drape it over you.

・If you nuzzle into him or sigh in your sleep, he has to bite his lip to keep from smiling too hard.

・When you eventually wake up and apologise, Kenny just chuckles and nudges your forehead with his.

𝑽𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒐𝒓 𝑲𝒂𝒗𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉

・You didn't mean to - but you were relatively new in town and staying in Victor's outside shelters.

・When you laid your head against Victor's shoulder, falling asleep instantly, all he did was blink.

・Then he blinked again.

・He stared down at you and tried to process what was happening... and then he remembered something. People would do this when he was young - his mother would fall asleep on his father on the couch.

・Still peering at you, he notices the way your eyelashes flutter as you dream, the soft rise and fall of your breathing...it’s… nice. Unexpected, but nice.

・He may not understand a lot of people’s emotions, but he does understand how rare moments of peace are in this place.

・He stares at you for a long moment, tilting his head like he’s committing the image to memory.

・If he had a sketchbook nearby, he would start drawing you, quietly tracing your features with a kind of gentle awe.

・If you shift slightly in your sleep, nuzzling against him just the tiniest bit, he freezes for a second.

・When you wake up and realise where you are, you jump up; apologizing, feeling incredibly embarrassed.

・Victor would shock you with

𝑫𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝑹𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔

・Donna immediately goes into protective mode. She doesn't care how long you sleep; she's gonna make sure nothing disturbs you

・While you're alone, Donna lets out a quiet chuckle, and a fond shake of the head. She rests a hand lightly on your arm.

・Knowing how rare comfort was in this place, she would let you spend all day asleep on her.

・If anyone made a joke about it, she’d give them that look that meant 'speak or die.'

・Donna rests a hand lightly on your back, rubbing slow circles without even realizing it.

・Wiggling closer to her, the majority of your body atop her. All Donna does is shake her head and smile. She runs her fingers through your hair, gently brushes her thumb against your cheek.

・When you start to mumble in your sleep, it makes her laugh. You’re just full of surprises, aren’t you?

・And if you woke up apologising? She’d just smirk, squeeze your hand, and say, It’s fine, sweetheart. You needed it.

𝑹𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝑲𝒊𝒓𝒌𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒅

・Randall stiffens immediately when you lean on him, your eyes drifting closed.

・His brain does goes haywire, mind racing a million miles and yet completely blank at the same time.

・Randall slowly turns to you (very very slowly as to not wake you), and stares down at your now sleeping form.

・He has no idea what to do with his body - especially his hands. Does he just stay completely still until you wake up? He doesn't want to move. All Randall really wants to do is wrap an arm around you, and pull you close.

・Without making a decision, Randall just sat there, with a small smirk on his face.

・You had jumped on his bed at the hospital, well underneath the hospital where he now lived...

・You weren't going to stay the night, but you were so tired from your shenanigans throughout the day

・Randall smiled at the memories you two were making; even though neither of you had admitted your feelings for one another.

・Slowly moving his arm, he gently moved the hair from your face. But then you snuggled closer to him, wrapping an arm around his middle and laying your head on his chest

・Holy shit, he thought.

・In this hell hole, happiness was fleeting. It seemed as though the emotinon did not exist. But this moment proved that theory wrong.

・He finally allowed himself to rest his chin lightly atop your head.

・And if you wake up and shyly apologize? He grins and says, Nah, babe. I think you just found your new favorite pillow.

[givekennyabreak]

Irreplaceable. (Kenny Liu x gn!reader)

Summary: A cop arrived along with Tabitha, and she thinks she owns the place; you think it's time to teach her how to be humble.

Rating: T

Warnings: whole lotta cursing, canon-compliant violence, spoilers for S3E8 of From, survivor's guilt, mourning, Acosta slander, reader is jealous but for a good reason, mentions of blood, mentions of gun. Acosta is her own warning.

Word count: 2.15k

Tabitha was back.

She went through the tree, got into a lighthouse, went outside and wound up back in town. She was hurt - scared, you could see the way she looked around with wide eyes at every waking moment.

You talked to her once; it didn't go far, though, as Jim arrived a couple minutes after you finally got the poor woman alone, telling you whatever went on in their life wasn't any of your business.

You flipped him off.

"If you ever need to talk," you told Tabitha, eyes as gentle as possible. "I'm at the station."

Not only did Tabitha come back, she brought in Victor's father with her (by accident, she said. Of course.). Henry, he said his name was, was a gentle man through and through. You could see how much he cared about Victor - the way he tried his best to be patient and reconnect with his son.

He never berated the man, listened to whatever he said with the utmost patience and always tried to remain calm, although you're all only human - he panics a few times, too.

He went to the goddamn caves with Victor.

If that isn’t love, you don’t know what is.

Victor, your first friend in this hellspace; one of the four people you trusted with your life - the other three, obviously, were Boyd, Donna, and Kenny.

The man was a gentle, misunderstood soul. If anyone asked you who was the person who wanted to leave this place the most, out of everyone, Victor would be your answer. He was used to it, yes - but he didn't like the place.

He was tired.

You were tired.

That's why you tried to help him as much as possible.

(Victor told you how he tried to remember what happened with Christopher and the townspeople at the beginning, but it didn't work - he was going to see Sara.

"Does it have to be her? Do we have to do this?"

"Yes."

"Dude, c’mon. She-"

"I know. But it’s gonna get scary, and she’s the scariest person in town."

You blinked up at him. He blinked back.

You sighed.

"Fine. But I'm taking a knife with me.")

Yet, there was a third party who got in town with the two good parts; and, as all is never well in this place, the woman was an absolute menace.

Acosta was her name - surname? Who knows -, a policewoman who refused to change out of her uniform, going around asking people invasive shit and managing to piss you off more times than you can count by berating Boyd, of all people.

Her last stunt was to come up to the station as you were talking to the sheriff about the kinds of food you managed to find with the last group of people who went foraging, demanding him to give her gun back.

She did so without even acknowledging your presence, trading insults back and forth while you watched the scene, flabbergasted; Boyd, tired of her shit, actually gave it back to her without the ammunition (this is why you trusted him so much), and she walked out of the station, without as much as a glance towards you.

"Am I invisible?"

Boyd sighed. "To her? Most people are."

And then - there went your last straw.

Just as you arrived at the diner, ready to give your boyfriend a tight, much needed hug, you caught sight of a blonde ponytail and blue uniform.

"Oh, hell no."

You swung open the inner door, and walked up to the stools just as Kenny poured hot water into a mug.

"Yeah, they… they do that sometimes." He said, as the jukebox played by itself (again.).

Acosta looked at him - really looked at him. “Is that something else you get comfortable with?” A pause. “Look, thanks for the tea.”

He looked down at the mug. “Uh, you didn't even...”

She stood up, body almost colliding with yours. “Excuse me.”

And then, Kenny looked up, eyes locking with yours. He brightened up immediately - his smile widened, and he put the pot back in its place, just to beckon you over with his free hands.

"Good morning, my love." You said, ducking under the opening to the back of the counter. When you straightened up, your boyfriend was already by your side, arms wrapped around your shoulders, drinking in your presence.

The blonde turned around, now staring at you, with furrowed brows and a scowl on her face.

“Mornin’.” He swooped down, lips connecting with yours in a chaste kiss. A sigh left your body, arms encasing around his shoulders, and you heard a scoff sound from behind, followed by the door opening and closing.

You stayed there for a couple of minutes, in each other’s arms, just enjoying the peace and quiet – the rarest thing to happen when in town. You nosed at Kenny’s throat and he inhaled deeply, red creeping up the side of his neck.

“I missed you.” You whispered. He stayed silent for a few seconds, squeezing you tighter.

“You saw me last night.”

You could hear the smile in his voice; this is it, you thought. This is a good change.

Kenny was hurting.

Kenny was mourning.

But the town – the people, didn’t give him the time he needed to go through this, so the best thing you could do to not see him fade away was stay by his side and not let him wither.

(You missed Tian-Chen, too.

She treated you like her own. She loved you, and you loved her.

She told you to stay with Jade and Victor that night.

You shouldn’t have.)

“It’s a few hours too much, still.” You replied, grinning.

Kenny let go of the embrace first, in favor of throwing away the – now – cold tea. "You're veeeery cheesy."

"This is how you love me, anyways."

"Yeah." He sighed, leaning back onto the counter, arms open again. He didn't need to ask - you gladly embraced him, arms around his waist this time, as he leaned down and hid his face near your collarbone.

"I do."

You stayed there for God knows how long, fingers carding through Kenny's soft, thick hair; humming a song you knew he loved, whispering about how your mornings went, and the dreams you had.

You both had given up on the house after Tian-Chen passed away, and Jim permeated the place with his presence (although you knew he meant no harm, the place was suffocating). Kenny moved into colony house, while you stayed at the station with Boyd. Victor would have no qualms about you moving there with him, seeing as he had the safest room in that place, but Henry was there with him, and you didn't mean to intrude.

The both of you left the diner together, hand-in-hand, ready to face the day ahead.

Shortly after, Boyd assigned you with the task of helping him around - there were more people now, and he could use some help figuring shit out. Ellis was panicking - something happened with Fatima -, and the man wanted to help his kid, so you left to do some of his own chores.

Night came.

You slept in the "archive room", a little nook used to store boxes in the station; Boyd had helped you get a bed in there, and that was good enough. There was one little window on the upper side of the room, and, even though you kept it tightly shut (you nailed it, as a precaution), the whispers and giggles still seeped into the space and made it harder for you to sleep.

The sun rose with a golden hue. The orange glow shone through the clear glass, straight onto your face; with a groan, you rose up from the mattress, stretching as your body slowly woke up.

Another day where you got up, did your shit and hoped for the best - except this time, there wasn't even any hope to begin with.

"Tillie's dead." Boyd told you as you got to colony house, a few minutes after him. "We don't know who did it, but it wasn't a creature."

Ellis fidgeted beside his dad; it looked like he wanted to say something, but held himself back.

"You okay, Ellis?" You asked, with furrowed brows. "Is Fatima okay?"

Ellis inhaled sharply. Boyd glanced at him, and back at you.

"She's fine." The young man replied, nodding his head. "Aside from the nausea, and the, uh. The other stuff."

The ultrasound issue.

"Oh. Make sure she's safe, okay?" You said, nodding at the sheriff. "'m going in."

Boyd shook his head no.

"Wait here, please. Kenny and Acosta are inside, questioning the folks."

A burning feeling made its way up the back of your neck, up to your cheeks and forehead - although it was commonly associated with red, you knew what this was: green.

Jealousy.

Now, you wouldn't consider yourself a jealous person in any way, no; but the lingering glances, the manner in which she scoffed with no shame at your affection, how she thought she was the crispiest fucking fry of the batch?

Oh, fuck no.

Boyd and Ellis rushed away while you steeped in your own anger. Not long after, you heard two sets of footsteps walk out of the house, and there they actually were - your boyfriend, and the blue-uniform menace.

Kenny had a troubled look on his face while Acosta - what the fuck was her name, again? - yapped away with no regard to his feelings; obviously, no one would walk on eggshells here when it came to other people's feelings, but this was too much.

"Was what that guy said about Sara and your dad true?"

Enough is enough.

"It's not that simple."

You trailed off behind the duo, your own brows furrowed and fists tightly closed as you breathed in and out slowly.

Do not fight her. Do not throw fists. Do not. Refrain.

"Okay, you didn't think it was worth mentioning the girl that already murdered two people?"

"Look, it's just, uh, she's different now, and Boyd trusts her."

"Who gives a shit what Boyd thinks, okay?"

"Hey!"

They stopped at your shout, turning around. Turns out you were closer than it seemed; four steps were all it took for you to walk up to her stupid face and swing a fist straight to her jaw.

Kenny yelped, rushing to your side as Acosta doubled over, hand cradling her face; wild, blue eyes stared into your own as she straightened up, raising her own fists. Your boyfriend tried to step in, but you walked around, pushing him behind your own body.

"Come on, hit me." You said, ready for a blow. She hesitated, and then - you spoke up. "You're walking around like you own this place. As if you're mightier than anyone who has been stuck here."

Kenny moved, but you lifted up your hand, placing it on his chest. "Hun, please. Sit this one out."

Acosta scoffed. You faced her, seeing the way she looked between you and Kenny.

"Yeah, we met here. Yes, we fell in love here, we got together here. Yes, this has become our routine. Do you think we wanted to be here? You think we chose to stay?" Her eyes softened. "No, we don't. But we're trying our fucking best to stay alive and sane, because that way, we can think and figure out how to escape."

Your fists shook, angry tears threatening to fall.

"You have no idea what it feels like to witness the people we love wither away and get lured in by those fucks by night. So, at least, try to be a little more considerate of these people's feelings, won't you?"

Kenny took one of your closed fists in his own hand, slowly opening it and lacing your fingers together.

"That way, you might be able to actually help someone." You finished, staring at her bruising jaw. "Sorry I punched you."

Acosta swallowed deeply, glancing between yourself and Kenny.

"I never thought about that." She said, eyes finally settling on your own. "I understand. Apology accepted."

Kenny squeezed your hand, leaning down to whisper in your ear.

"Well, that's better than nothing."

You held in a snort, bumping your shoulders together.

"Are you going to come with us?" She asked, tilting her head towards the forest.

You nodded your head. "Yeah. What did you guys find out?"

Just as she opened her mouth to answer, a shrill yell echoed through the place.

"Help!"

Ethan.

Everyone looked towards the boy, as Kenny rushed to ask him what happened.

Acosta looked at you, and nodded; the both of you ran, and you sure fucking hoped this was the beginning of a good teamwork.

[tryingtofindava]

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[lumillsie]

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╰┈➤ ellis stevens, sara myers, nathan myers, kenny liu, fatima hassan, randall kirkland, jade herrera, tabitha matthews, jim matthews, boyd stevens, julie matthews (platonic), victor kavanaugh (platonic), kristi miller, marielle sinclair, donna raines

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ jade herrera. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ tabitha matthews. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ jim matthews. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ boyd stevens. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ julie matthews. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ victor kavanaugh. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ kristi miller. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ marielle sinclair. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ donna raines. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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