Random headcannons for Kenny and Jade when their S/O is sick bc my whole body aches and I can't leave work early
Kenny:
• Will fret over you like a parent.
• You're the most important and normal thing amidst this chaotic shithole aside from his mom, so you bet your ass he'll be leaning over ur shoulder every 3 seconds asking if you're okay
• "should I make you some tea? U know chamomile really helps"
• Will try to cuddle you, and if you're down with anything that can spread by touch/fluids and back up from him he'll pout
• "you'll get sick too"
• "i have a healthy body made of iron"
• Will sulk when you call him out on his bs
• Asks Kristi if he can take care of you in the house because he doesn't want you to spend the night over the infirmary :(
• Will look like a kicked puppy everyday around town bc he'd rather stay with you
• Gets so happy when you're better and asks for a day 'off' just so he can stay in with you
• will cuddle and nuzzle his nose all over you like a puppy all day. Cutest mf to ever walk this earth
Jade:
• "if you're sick I'm also sick"
• refuses to leave your side.
• won't make you stay inside, but will follow you eVERYWHERE
• "wherever u go I go" "jade i can use the bathroom by myself pls"
• is actually quite sweet, is worried a lot but will try to mask it
• if he sees you're tired and pushing yourself to do something, he can and will pull you to the nearest room (his room :)) and will make you lay down on the bed. Will lay with you, and if you complain abt it he'll look at you with the most extreme disdain
• "but you're going to get sick!" "does it look like i give a flying fuck about it"
• aggressively caring
• that dude that went "if you're in pain I'm also in pain, it's uterUS babe"
• if he ends up being sick after that tho good luck, the man is SO stubborn
• overall quite cute :)
(On both cases Auntie Tian Chen would fret over you, too)
Blow it like a flute. (Randall Kirkland x GN!reader)
Summary: Randall has got a temper, but you got one even worse. What people don't know is, after you both butt heads and go back to spend the night in the bus, he gets the time of his life.
Word count: 1.52K
Rating: E. Minors pls kindly BEGONE
Warnings: S2 spoilers, Randall is angry but reader is angrier, oral (m!receiving), kinda softdom!reader, subby!Randall, established relationship, slightly jealous!Randall, Randall and reader are childhood friends, spanking, slightly voyeurism?? (the creatures are outside and hear the noises), brat!Randall ig.
The Grand Rapids bus is not a place the townspeople like to hover in. They pass by it when it's daytime, mostly seeing Randall through one of the windows, likely whittling or doing some kind of exercise.
Sometimes, they see you with him, trying to get him to help outside, often getting into an argument - he says he doesn't want anything to do with the others.
(Not after what happened to him, Julie and Marielle.)
You know he's not a bad person per se, just fucking stubborn and hard headed; if he headed out to help, he'd probably start arguing with someone about them not doing something the way he thinks it needs to be done.
People wonder how you're together - you, the one who goes around doing odd jobs to help everyone, and him, the one who stays far away from any signs of life.
(They don't know you've known him since you were children, and have thrown hands more than a handful of times. They also don't know he confessed a couple years ago, with a simple hand-picked bouquet and flushed cheeks, staring at you as if you were the hardest mission of his life.)
"Sit the fuck down."
Randall doesn't need to be told twice; he sits on one of the seats by the middle, one where he knows has a curtain so he can draw it and avoid being seen by one of the creatures outside.
They like to taunt him, listening to his muffled noises, and sometimes he has to go after you, angrily stalking to a window to give them your middle finger, cussing loudly as they just smile.
Tonight, however, they're dispersed - you don't know what the fuck is going on, but it's better this way. Randall has drawn the curtains, pushing the reclining seat all the way back, a smug grin on his face.
"You fucking knew, didn't you?" You ask, and his cheeks start to flush a pale red, easily showing under his milky skin. "You knew I was going to Colony house and pissed off Donna."
"I didn't do shit." He bluffs, crossing his arms over his chest. His eyes stare into yours, and you feel the urge to strangle him.
"She cussed at me, Randall. Because of you." You hiss.
Although Donna usually held herself back near you, knowing you were sturdy but actually teared up when people swore at you, this time just seeing your face reminded her of the way Randall got on her nerves.
You had no doubt she'd apologize later, but for now, you were still mad.
Randall spread his legs, his bulge already tenting his underwear as he slipped off his pants. He placed them neatly on the seat beside him, a grin on his face.
"You little shit." You groan, but stalk up to him anyway. He fidgets slightly, and adjusts the seat so he's half-sitting, half-laying down.
"You spend too much time with her." He grumbles, looking down. You can see his brows furrow, and you laugh as you see an almost-pout on his face.
"Oh, is that it?" You ask, squatting in front of Randall. "You're jealous, so you pissed her off?"
You reach for the lever, pulling it all the way. Randall yelps as the seat reclines all the way back, his head softly hitting the plush cushion.
"Brat." You chuckle, sitting beside him. He just looks up at you, pale cheeks completely flushed, and cock hard as a rock.
At the first touch of your hand over his clothed dick, he hisses. His arm comes up, covering his eyes as he huffs out a breath. "Just jerk it already."
Your brows shoot up, and you swat at his thigh, the smack echoing throughout the bus. He jolts, a sharp hiss leaving his lips, but he's still covering his eyes - he can't see your disappointed looks.
"When have I ever done that?" You ask, and tug at the waistband of his boxers, pulling it and letting it snap back against Randall's navel.
"Fuck!" He groans, sitting up quickly. His eyes are wild, narrowed to slits as he looks at you.
"When will you stop being a bitch?"
Randall takes a few seconds to answer, fingers clutching the plush cushion on either side of his thighs. "I,"
He inhales deeply, looking down.
"I'm sorry for pissing off Donna. I won't do it again." He says, and looks up at you. His eyes search yours, and he takes one of your hands, lacing your fingers together. "If I want your attention, I'll seek you and ask for it."
Your heart does a little flippy flop as Randall's eyes gaze into yours; it's been so long since you've seen them for the first time, but it always takes your breath away - how they look like sparkling malachite, bright and intense.
"Good." You finally say, and he visibly relaxes, letting go of your hand.
You reach into his underwear, freeing his cock without pulling the fabric down, and he hisses; you're feeling a little desperate today, but it's fine.
"Now, what got you so... Pent up?"
Randall breathes in sharply, a pretty ruddy blush flooding his cheeks as you kneel on the seat beside his own, bowing your back to blow on his wet tip - the spongy skin is flushed, glistening as precum slowly gathers on his slit.
He gulps, laying his head on the set with a dull sound. "You- shit, you haven't touched me in a few days."
You chuckle, tongue flicking out to lap at that single drop of pre, laving over the slit. "That's all?"
You drape your free arm over Randall's hips, before he can try to buck up into your mouth. A cute, breathless 'hah!' escapes his lips, and you lick a stripe up the underside of his shaft.
"Oh, fuck!" He grunts, and you can see he really is desperate - more than you.
So you do what any loving, willing partner would do - wrap your pretty lips around his cock, slowly taking him into your mouth.
You breathe in through your nose, hollowing your cheeks as Randall keeps grunting and moaning. It would be cute, really, if you weren't feeling your nether regions ache with desire.
So, with renewed vigor and the urge to make your lovely boyfriend come at least once, you wrap your hand around the rest of his cock, and set to work.
What follows is a symphony of its own - Randall's voice is a staccato, only short words and garbled noises leaving his mouth as his eyes roll back, dick twitching in your mouth.
"Ah- like that, yes!"
You suck around his cock, running your tongue up as you bob your head. When you get to the tip, you let only the spongy head stay inside the warmth of your mouth, sucking harder at it, feeling the precum pour on your tongue.
But the high point of this whole thing is when Randall's nails scratch at the seat cushion, eyes rolled into his skull as he literally sobs when you take all of his shaft in one swoop, his tip hitting your throat.
It's a chain reaction: you gag slightly, he moans loudly, his cock twitches and down your throat goes most of his cum.
You pull off, a wet sound echoing through the bus as his dick softens, a line of saliva and sticky semen still connecting to your lips. A light cough is all you manage, breathing in whatever air you can muster while Randall lays limp on the seat.
You huff out a laugh at his fully relaxed state, giving his shaft a last lick, and tuck it back into his boxers. When you sit back on your haunches, your boyfriend opens his eyes, his forehead damp and his hairy chest thoroughly flushed.
"Was that good enough?" You ask, a teasing smile on your face.
"Hn." He answers, a deep sigh leaving his lips. He reaches out, taking both your hands in his, and pulls you up - struggling as he does so, trying to adjust your body.
Your brows furrow, and you look at him, confused, when the damned blush on his face deepens.
"Just sit on my damn face now."
"Hah." You snicker, shuffling up.
Can't believe the audacity of this man.
Outside, the creatures whisper and mock somewhere, people hide away in their houses, dreaming of leaving this nightmare.
But for now, you and Randall have each other - and that is more than enough.
Halfway through watching From, I remarked to my brother who introduced me to the series: "Where is the person who winds up in this tiny town in a sealed pocket universe who is happy about it because their life was worse than what's going on here?" Someone who's like
I don't have to worry about my crushing debt ever again?
No rent/mortgage? No bills or taxes? Free electricity and potable water? I can have a roof over my head and there's distributed food? No hustle and grinding, just gotta help with community needs? We're sharing the necessities like clothes?
There are no monsters during the day but all I have to do to be safe at night is stay inside a warded building and never let one of those creatures in?
No health care? I wasn't getting any of that anyway. Oh, there is a displaced doctor I can see if I get hurt and I won't get charged for it or treatment or medicine if I receive any?
Everything I need is in walkable distance?
None of you know who I am and I can completely reset?
People socialize here in person? (The population is around 40-50, most doing whatever with whomever that we simply don't see. Hanging out? Chores?)
No internet? Or TV or radio? That sucks. Oh, but there are books? I guess I haven't read a book in a while, I haven't had the time, that sounds nice... Hey, why don't we have a game night, you can stay over at my place!
I get to enjoy nature and no one is logging what I do with my time?
Someone can teach me a hobby and I have time to learn it?
Go home? Nah. There's nothing for me out there.
It was funny to think of someone's mental health improving in this environment as an indictment of the USAmerican condition. It's like Donna said: the literal monsters in Fromville let you know they're monsters; the monsters (and threats) on the outside are more hidden/normalized.
I was thinking a lot, actually, about how it looks like you need to be in a vehicle to get to this place. Can't wind up here on a train or a plane or a boat, doesn't seem like anyone's ever strolled on foot or bicycled into the tree (though I don't see why you couldn't, though maybe part of the magic has to do with being forced to turn around and you could get around the tree on foot or bike but, perhaps the bigger deterrent, is that the road is narrow and not inviting to the pedestrian or biker or an esquestrian in the first place), and actually I don't think we've seen signs of motorcycles? It's all 4+-wheels motor vehicles. Which does feel quite USAmerican. What's still unclear is if transplants are chosen or are random. Is it unimaginable that, for example, someone(s) forced into living in a car could encounter the tree?
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