#Kenny Liu

[witchthewriter]

The Townspeople: Tell us your backstory Victor.

Victor (closing his eyes for 12 minutes, opening them, exhaling long and loud): No. I gotta go.

[its-tenrose]

From + Tumblr Text Posts

[fromville-divorce-lawyer]

Incorrect From Quotes

[dietbridgetjones]

"I couldn't help her, I couldn't, but she was brave, Kenny."

From | S03E02 | When We Go

[brotherconstant]

From 3.01 Shatter "You said this place couldn't break you. Do you remember that, Boyd?"

[kennys-friend]

Here are some FROM posters I created for Randall, Jade, and Kenny!

[idontwikeit]

我真係唔想你去。你應承我萬事小心。平安咁返嚟。 I wish you would stay. Promise you'll be careful. Promise you'll come back.

[sculien]

She said there were people there, people who were lost. And afraid. Who found themselves living inside a nightmare that they couldn't escape. Fighting a battle they knew they couldn't win. She said they were holding onto hope, and when that hope was gone, they held on to each other.

FROM 3.02

[nyanyanyanyanynyanyanyanya]

this low qual post is sooo real dude

[taiturner]

It's okay. I understand. That first day, when I saw you in the church... my heart broke for you. I thought, "He seems so sweet, so kind." I was like that once. I think... maybe we're exactly what this place looks for. People who just want to help.

FROM, 3x10 "Revelations: Chapter 2"

[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.

[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.

[ellisstabwound]

[sgt-dignam]

yeah. yeah, of course. thank you.

FROM 3.02 - When We Go

[givekennyabreak]

Sleep Tight. (Kenny Liu x GN!reader)

Summary: Kenny is tired of the noises outside, so he seeks your company.

Word count: 1.6k

Request: no, it's just my brain again

Rating: E, mdni please.

Warnings: there are literally no spoilers but mentions of the creatures in fromville, canon typical swearing, afab!reader but no mentions of gender, established but not labeled relationship, declarations of love ig, making out, dry humping, unprotected sex, p in v intercourse, cumming inside, subby!kenny, praise kink (Kenny receiving, as he SHOULD), nipple play (m receiving), reader rides kenny to oblivion.

It's my first time writing in second person, so tips are very much appreciated! Have a good read!

The screeches were louder tonight.

Kenny was used to it, really - after dark, either cold or warm, there was noise outside, always. The hushed, kind whispers; the taunts, the offers made out loud, and the screeches.

The fucking loud, shrill sound that, weirdly, reminded him of the pterodactyls in Jurassic Park (or that second Scooby-Doo movie).

It didn’t use to weird him out, but he could swear they were getting louder and louder in this specific night, and the thought of being alone in his room made Kenny grow restless to the point he stood up and walked up to the window.

His hand raised to the closed blinds, reaching out impatiently – and then, he stopped.

“Can’t do this.”

Before he could do something stupid, he left his room. Passing by his mom’s and Jade’s doors, he walked towards the stairs and walked down, careful to avoid the steps that creaked loudly with the slightest pressure; then, he hopped onto the ground floor and looked onwards, towards the door near the kitchen.

He knew you would be awake, listening to the screeches too.

Just as he walked up to the door, it creaked open; a sliver of light escaped onto the hallway, and he took that as an invitation.

Kenny walked into the room, and closed the door behind him with a single ‘click!’. Then, the lock twisted into place – he knew what would happen. He needed to fall asleep, you needed to stop thinking, if even for a handful of minutes.

“I thought you might show up.”

The room was in its usual state. Clean, with a few papers scattered around the familiar table by the window; the dresser beside it was void of any dust, and the bed was a little messy – sheets crinkled and tossed around from a person who laid down but didn’t get to sleep.

“Sorry, I know it’s late-” The apology died on Kenny’s lips as his housemate walked up to him, as a small smile broke on your face; he felt his cheeks flush - was this what his old roommate used to do? What was it - a booty call?

"It's okay, love."

A hand cupped Kenny's face, and he leaned into the touch. He ran hot, and suddenly his loose shirt and sweatpants felt too tight, too scratchy - uncomfortable. He closed his eyes, and sighed. "I don't wanna sneak around anymore."

You paused in your tracks. A surprised glint shone in your eyes, pupils large in adoration. The two of you have danced around this situation way too many times, scared of losing each other in this nightmare town, having to pretend you weren't in love - to everyone else, and to yourselves.

You licked your lips, suddenly dry. "Are you sure?"

Kenny nodded his head in affirmation. "Yes. I-"

He stopped; his eyes stared straight at the ones in front of him, and he gulped, Adam's apple bobbing. Then, with newfound confidence, he slid his hands up your waist. "I'm in love with you."

A relieved sigh left your lips, leaning up in a rush to capture Kenny's mouth in a searing kiss. Your hands reached up and around the nape of his neck, pulling at the short strands of his soft, thick hair, and he let out a moan in response. His cheeks flushed even more, a bright reddish tint to mirror the flush on his swollen, kiss-bitten lips.

The couple separated after a beat, breath coming out in ragged pants.

"I love you." You finally said, bright smile on your lips. Kenny swooped back down, kissing you with so much fervor it got you a little surprised.

He walked backwards, until the back of his knees hit the bed and he fell on the mattress, breaking the kiss with a little jostle.

"Sorry." He mumbled, a huffed laugh escaping his lips. He wormed his way up the bed, until his head laid on the couple of pillows you always slept with.

You wrestled off your pants while Kenny got rid of his shirt, throwing it on some unknown corner of the room; then, you crawled atop his body - toned from all the sports he played in college, but still soft from all the good food his mom made -, straddling his hips.

You took your time to explore each other's bodies; it was fast before - rushed, to not let Jade or Tian-Chen get you in any compromising positions, so they wouldn't question any of you, and make you think about what you had going on.

Now, with the feelings bared upon the metaphorical table, exposed, you could take all the time in the world to commit yourselves to memory.

You took off your shirt, flinging it across the room – an unusual move, but this was a new scenario. You could clean it up later.

"You're so pretty." You uttered, hands splayed out on Kenny's freckled chest. He flushed even more, down his neck and torso, red growing underneath the hands that caressed his skin; he shuddered as a nipple was tweaked - he was sensitive there, and since you found that out he hasn't had a peaceful day.

His breath came out in ragged, choppy pants as both his nipples were played with. You squeezed his chest a couple of times, but his groans and moans grew in volume as did the tent in his pants, right under your own clothed core.

"Ahh, jus'- move already," he whimpered, hips bucking up to seek friction; a wet patch had formed on the damned grey sweatpants, matching with the one on your underwear.

"You're so bossy," You grumbled, but rolled your hips anyway - couldn't resist the way Kenny's eyes rolled to the back of his head, a thin layer of sweat already covering his exposed skin. "Come on, lift up your hips."

The man did as told, and put the back of his hand over his mouth to stifle the noises he made as his pants joined the other clothes on the floor, along your underwear.

He jolted.

"Hnng-!"

You grinned as you straddled him again, bare pussy resting on top of his cock. You moved up, breath hitching as the spongy head brushed against your clit; the sheer amount of precum he let out was enough to help with your sloppy movements, hands splayed over his chest as you moved in no particular pattern.

He groaned, member twitching as you stopped on your tracks over him.

"I didn't even put it inside. Come on, pretty boy. Hang on f'me, just a little."

Kenny nodded his head, black hair sticking to his sweaty forehead. He opened his eyes, unfocused - and closed them again upon seeing you – his lover, officially - opening your folds with your pointer and middle fingers, holding his dick with your other hand.

You sank down slowly, savoring the stretch - he wasn't massive, just the right size to rub all the good spots in you. Little by little, you slid down until your pelvic bone found his, wetness seeping onto the small patch of hair on his navel.

"D'you want me to move?"

Kenny shook his head in denial. "Do that and it'll be the quickest I've ever came."

You chuckled, brushing the hair that rested over his forehead; his own hands drifted up - one found your free one, intertwining your fingers, and the other slid up your chest to squeeze at your boob. “’s soft.”

“Hmm.” You hummed in response, head nearing his. A peck was placed on his lips, and your nose brushed his softly, slowly – a sign of adoration. “Are you okay?”

“Better than okay.” He whispered back, hips snapping up in need; you gasped, eyes closing in surprise at the sudden pleasure that jolted up your spine like lightining.

“Ahh, don’t- don’t do that,” You whined, and Kenny chuckled. With newfound vigor, you circled your hips, setting a slow, torturing pace; his hand left your boob, up your shoulder and down your arm, until you laced your fingers with his.

Both hands resting on either side of his head, fingers tangled with each other’s, noses and chests touching – you were thoroughly entangled with Kenny, hearts beating so fast you thought you might combust in place. The coil of pleasure in your belly built and built and built-

Kenny cried out, and you swooped right back down to kiss him silent as his back arched and his cock shot ropes of milky white in your pussy; warm, sticky – each time you grinded down, your clit got stimulated until the coil snapped and white hot took over your vision.

When you came to, Kenny had turned you both on your sides, cleaning up the mess between your legs with his discarded shirt. “Ah, you’re back.”

You blinked. “I passed out?”

“For a couple minutes, yeah. I got worried, but you were breathing okay and mumbling something like ‘dick so good it sent me to space’.”

“You’re shitting.”

He grinned. “Yeah, I am.”

You snorted, hand reaching up to caress his cheek. A loving, chaste kiss was placed on his lips, and he sighed, head hitting the pillows.

“You’re staying, right?” You whispered, turning off the nightlamp just as he hummed in confirmation.

“Yeah. I’ve wanted to do this for ages.” He reached out, wrapping his arms around your waist, and hiding his face on your chest. “Good night. I love you.”

You smiled. “I love you, too. Sleep well.”

You didn’t hear the screeches anymore.

PERMALIST: @tiredwritersworld

[little-glitter-kitten]

I'm calling it now! Julie, as a story walker, was the one who made those talismans!!