#eve x kenny

[dreamsofbroflovski]

yo…hear me out..

what the main four or others (as long as kyles in it..) are like for new years celebrations!

happy 2025 yall. let’s cook.

oh look its kyle bufflobster on that gif. my personal enemy.

Happy 2025!!! Hope everyone's having a great time already! As for me, I managed to drink cider that's been expired since 2021. It's going swell.

My first request for headcanons! I don't even know if I did these right, but I really did rack my brain. I also added some words about how they'd be with the reader because why not.

MAIN FOUR HEADCANONS - NEW YEAR'S CELEBRATIONS

𓆩♡𓆪 STAN MARSH

First thing that needs to be said: this man is pissed off days in advance over fireworks - if he has any pets, he has to make absolutely sure they’re safe and secure before anything else. He’s that guy who’s very vocal about how bad they are for animals (doesn’t really mention their effects on people), has probably tried to get them banned completely at some point.

Now that that’s out of the way. I think he’s the type to stay holed up in his home, order takeout and treat it as just another evening. 

With the exception that he’ll have an excuse to drink a whole lot of cheap champagne without anyone being up his ass about it.

Avoids his family altogether, mostly due to his father wanting to go absolutely wild on the holiday, he needs to be far away from all that.

He’s not opposed to attending a party and being around his friends, but will not actively seek that out.

And if he’s partying, he’s gonna go blackout drunk and probably miss the actual turn of the year - only to try and drunkenly state his well wishes (or personal grievances) to everyone half an hour later when the whole thing has pretty much died down.

Thumbs up reacts to everyone’s texts on the afternoon of Jan 1st; no real response.

No resolutions at all. There’s no point - at the end of the day, the new year is just a continuation of everything that has been going on in his life. If he has to achieve anything, he’ll do so of his own accord, making a promise is just putting unnecessary weight on his own shoulders.

If he’s with you, however… He can be a little better and put more effort into it, because he sees how excited you are and doesn’t wanna burst your bubble.

Will do whatever you wanna do, but has a high preference for it just being the two of you somewhere isolated, with some food and music and the aforementioned champagne (which he drinks a lot less of if you’re present)

Will pull you into a kiss right as the fireworks start and try to keep you distracted for the duration, both because he wants to be as close to you as possible in that moment and also so that he can ignore the things entirely.

Will tell you all about how he loves you and how you’re the best thing that’s happened to him. Even if he sounds drunk, you know he means all of it entirely.

𓆩♡𓆪 KYLE BROFLOVSKI

He’s probably nothing special on NYE. Probably also stays at home, but not isolated.

Jewish New Year isn’t on Dec 31st, but I still think his parents do a little something, like some nice dinner or a reunion with extended family members or friends.

If he finds himself at some party, he’s pretty well-behaved even there. I don’t see him raising hell - however, if anyone stresses him out, he’ll fight like it’s any other old day.

Is the one fucker who brought the expensive champagne that no one can recognize the name of - which got the same treatment as the other cheap ones from the supermarket.

I do unfortunately see him in the position of designated driver. Someone has to make sure his dumbass friends don’t kill themselves on the road. That doesn’t mean he’s ever happy about it, though.

Watches people partake in superstitions, but doesn’t do any of them himself.

Sends ‘Happy New Year’ texts to almost everyone he knows as soon as midnight rolls over.

Makes resolutions and sticks to them - writes them, pins them to the wall, the whole nine yards. Morning of Jan 1st he’s already making detailed plans about how he’s going to achieve everything he said he would that year (whether those plans actually succeed is a whole different animal)

If he’s with you… He absolutely tries to make it a special night, despite it meaning little to him in a superstitious sense.

He’s also in the position where your plans are his plans, he’ll follow you. However, if you do accept to spend NYE with his family and him the whole time, it sends his heart soaring because he knows that you’re choosing him above all the other stuff you could be doing, and he’ll make sure you have a great time even if his family is… difficult.

Brings you into a soft and tender kiss as the new year rolls over, holding you close as you both share a toast of champagne and sort of ignore the first fireworks in favor of being with each other.

At the top of his resolution list is the mission to make your year the best it can possibly be, and to love you through all of it. He hasn’t really written that down on his list, though - because it’s on his mind 24/7 anyway.

𓆩♡𓆪 ERIC CARTMAN

Leaves his mother alone - he’s at a party somewhere, for sure. Even if he was invited to none, he’ll sneak his way in. Since no one really has it in them to argue with him on NYE, he gets to stay.

Which shouldn’t even be a bad thing, because he actually brings the heat; he shows up with several beverages and food every time. The part of it that sucks is the fact that everything he brings is for his consumption, so he’s still an expense to the host.

He can, however, legitimately be trusted with the aux. Actual decent taste when it comes to party music.

That one guy making jokes about how he ‘hasn’t showered since last year’ or shit. Except he says them at 10pm still on Dec 31st and no one’s sure if he’s just stupid or if it’s really true.

Wears party accessories ironically; possibly brought them.

Buys whole boxes of fireworks. He’ll try to find some poor soul to do the work of lighting them up for him, but normally can’t, so he does it himself and probably needs to be taken to the hospital from the burns or sets fire to something else entirely.

Makes posts and stories on social media wishing a half-assed Happy New Year to ‘everyone’ - when in reality he got maybe like, two texts at most. (Butters and his mom, most likely)

Strangely superstitious? People will see him go through all the possible traditions that anyone said would bring him good fortune. If anyone asks him about it, he’ll deny deny deny - actually, he’s wearing full white ‘because it’s drip’ and eating those grapes under the table ‘because he doesn’t want to share them’, it’s definitely not that he fears for his own luck if he doesn’t do so.

Since he is a little ‘stitious, that does mean he makes resolutions. And they’re usually grandiose, full of bullshit, and don’t really signify any relevant positive change for his life - it’s mostly just material and physical gratification. Needless to say, they’ve never come to fruition.

If he’s with you, barely anything changes, really.

Talks to you about his plans for the evening as if they’re a done deal. Basically drags you to whatever it is he wants to do. (You might even be the reason he’s able to get into a party to begin with)

Doesn’t kiss you straight away because he’s busy with his fireworks, but if he manages to not hurt himself, you get a heavy makeout session afterwards.

He talks mad shit about how you’re lucky to have him and how you should thank him for spending this time with you, but in reality, there’s nowhere else he’d rather be.

Immensely grateful for your presence in his life and willing to do anything to keep it that way. However, you won’t hear a single word about it.

𓆩♡𓆪 KENNY MCCORMICK

Out of his house by sundown - the addicts around him don’t really need a special occasion for doing their shit and stirring trouble, but it still seems to worsen on the holidays, so he wants to avoid that.

The protection Stan feels towards animals, he feels towards his siblings. Before he goes do anything else, he has to make sure they’re accounted for, with their friends somewhere safe where they can enjoy the night.

When that’s dealt with, it’s party time. He does get invited to stuff, and tries his best to not show up empty-handed, even if it’s just a bottle of cheap alcohol. He might still fail in that regard, though, but it’s okay, we still love him.

Wears all the ridiculous party accessories unironically.

Has died, more than once, due to firework-related accidents. Still enjoys watching them, albeit from a very safe distance now.

Watches the ball drop livestream on the television with great interest, even if just because it’s in HD this time. Celebrates heavily when it finally happens.

His ‘Happy New Year’ texts come in the afternoon, because he’s always too wasted in the morning to tell anyone anything. People might receive a drunken nonsensical jumble of letters at midnight, though.

Says surface-level words about a resolution or two, but it’s mostly really simple stuff. Also doesn’t really hold any of that to heart, because he knows of his own bad luck.

Doing the absolute most for a new year’s kiss (or several), practically on his knees begging for it.

However, if he’s with you… You’re getting way more than a kiss. It doesn’t even matter where y’all are, he’s starting the year by doing his favorite thing with his favorite person.

He kinda drags you into his plans, but it’s not in a selfish way like Cartman does. He just wants to make sure the both of you have a great time.

If you turn out to invite him personally to spend time with your family or just yourself, words cannot describe how happy he’s gonna be. It’ll basically make his whole year. He’ll ditch any party for that.

Partying all night with his baby, watching the fireworks, making love and not having to worry about anything else? Count this dude in.

Dividers by @cafekitsune

[wearevillaneve]

Angel vs. Demon. (original illustration by prianikn/bootsy)

[s33th1ngg]

Hello!

(porn blogs get the fuck out)

Movies I like: The Phantom of The Opera, A Clockwork Orange, American Psycho, Fight Club, Psycho, Buffalo 66, Alice in Wonderland, The Babysitter, Ginger Snaps, Jennifer's Body, Coraline, Cabaret, 5 Broken Cameras, Good Will Hunting, Lolita, The Virgin Suicides, X trilogy, Heathers, Priscilla, Promising Young Woman, Last Night in Soho, The Love Witch, The Bikeriders, Ready or Not, IT, Nightcrawler, Les Misérables, Silver Linings Playbook, Gone Girl, My Skinny Sister, Speak, Mysterious Skin, The Perks of Being a Wallflower, Thirteen, Black Swan, 500 Days of Summer, The Substance, Eternal Sunshine of The Spotless Mind, Zero Day, Prozac Nation, Girl Interrupted, Gia, But I'm a Cheerleader, Matilda, Tesis, Addams Family, Possession, Christiane F, The Silence of The Lambs, Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children, Donnie Darko, Wallace and Gromit, Chicago, The Fly, I Tonya, Barbie, Thelma and Louise, Bound

Shows I like: Killing Eve, The End of The Fucking World, Fleabag, Breaking Bad, Better Call Saul, Skins, Shameless, Family Guy, American Dad, Bojack Horseman, Arcane, Dexter, You, GLOW, Orange Is the New Black, Russian Doll, The Queen's Gambit, American Horror Story, Scream Queens, Baby Reindeer, She-Ra and the Princesses of Power, Ever After High, My Mad Fat Diary

Artists/Bands/Soundtracks I like: Lana Del Rey, Boy Fantasy, Deftones, Slipknot, Picture Me Broken, Flyleaf, Kittie, Lady Gaga, Nirvana, Hole, Melissa Auf der Maur, Dazey and the Scouts, Unloved, Bikini Kill, Christian Death, Oasis, The Phantom Of The Opera, Love Never Dies, Cabaret, Psycho, Lolita, Totono, Saya no Uta, Killing Eve, Heathers

Youtube channels I like: Jordan Theresa, Not Even Emily, Shanspear, Nikki Carreon, Kennie JD, Cinema Therapy, Kat Blaque, Nick Crowley, Eleanor Neale, Lindsay Ellis, Final Girl Digital, ContraPoints, Matt Bernstein

Stuff on my list: Palo Alto, Metropolis, The Shining, Carrie, The Crow, I believe in unicorns, White Oleander

You can send me stuff you like + opinions, always happy to see ^_^

I sleep

[fuqnia]

Streetlamps

kenny mccormick x reader insert

(❁´◡`❁) | [A/N] hii, this is my sixth oneshot that's apart of my ficmas! this is also on ao3. ❤️❄️🎄

(❁´◡`❁) | Warning(s) : nothing

(❁´◡`❁) | Synopsis : [y/n] and Kenny share a simple yet magical Christmas Eve, with handmade gifts and a kiss under falling snow.

The knock on the door was familiar—three quick taps, the last one loud and cocky, like whoever was on the other side knew you’d be answering for them. You grinned despite yourself, already knowing who it was. You’d barely gotten the door open before Kenny McCormick leaned casually against the frame, looking up at you with that mischievous grin that always managed to turn your stomach to butterflies.

“Hey, babe,” Kenny said, his voice low and smooth, like he was letting you in on a secret no one else got to hear. “You ready for your Christmas surprise, or are you gonna leave me freezing my ass off out here?”

He looked like pure trouble—of course he did. Kenny always carried himself like he was halfway between starting a fight and finishing a drink. His signature orange parka was nowhere to be seen, replaced instead with a faded orange hoodie under a beaten-up black denim jacket, the seams frayed and the fabric worn soft. His jeans were ripped at the knees, and his boots were scuffed and caked with snow, evidence that he’d already walked halfway across town to get here. A few curls of blonde hair fell into his eyes, still damp from the snow that had started swirling outside.

You couldn’t stop yourself from smiling as you leaned against the doorframe, mirroring his energy. “You’re late.”

Kenny let out a soft, teasing laugh, the kind that always made your pulse do something weird. “You’re lucky I showed up at all,” he shot back, raising an eyebrow. “You know, some of us are in high demand this time of year.”

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t hide the way his presence already had you feeling lighter. “Yeah, I’m sure every teen on your block is devastated.”

Kenny smirked, pushing himself off the doorframe and taking a step closer. “What can I say? I’m a man of the people.” He tilted his head, his blue eyes sharp and amused as they studied you. “But I’m here with you tonight, babe. That counts for something, right?”

It was ridiculous how easily he could do this—flirt like it was second nature, every word out of his mouth perfectly balanced between charm and teasing. He knew what he was doing, and yet it still worked every time.

“Maybe,” you said, trying to sound unimpressed. You grabbed your gloves from the table and slipped them on. “But you’ve still got some convincing to do, McCormick.”

Kenny grinned, showing just the faintest hint of teeth, as if he relished the challenge. “Don’t worry, I’ve got it covered. It’s nothing fancy, but I figured we’d check out the lights downtown. The little holiday shit they put up—window displays, all that crap. Thought it’d be nice.”

The way he said it—so offhanded, like he wasn’t sure how you’d take it—made your chest tighten in the best way. Kenny didn’t do extravagant gestures or over-the-top plans. He couldn’t afford to. But that wasn’t what made him special. He always made things feel bigger than they were just by being himself.

“That actually sounds perfect,” you admitted, your voice softer now.

Something flickered across his face—relief, maybe—but it was gone just as quickly as it came. He shoved his hands deep into the pockets of his jacket and shrugged, like he hadn’t just made your entire night better. “Figured you’d say that. You’re easy to please, babe.”

You snorted, shaking your head as you followed him out onto the porch. The cold air hit immediately, biting at your cheeks, but it was worth it just to see Kenny standing there under the glow of the streetlamp. The light reflected off the falling snow, casting soft shadows on his face as he turned to look at you, the smirk still tugging at his lips.

“Cold already?” he teased as you wrapped your arms around yourself. “You’re gonna love it downtown. Half the stores still think ‘turning on some string lights’ counts as holiday cheer.”

“Better than nothing,” you replied, falling into step beside him as you started down the snowy sidewalk.

Kenny snickered under his breath. “Barely. South Park’s like the Walmart clearance rack of Christmas towns, but hey, it’s home, right?”

You laughed, and Kenny shot you a sideways glance, his blue eyes glinting with something you couldn’t quite place. “You’ve got a nice laugh, you know that?” he said suddenly, his voice quieter. “That’s probably the real reason I dragged you out tonight. I figured someone’s gotta make me look less miserable walking around this dump.”

You nudged his shoulder with yours, pretending not to notice the way your heart flipped in your chest. “You’re a real charmer, Kenny. I don’t know how I resist you.”

He grinned, leaning in slightly as he lowered his voice. “Spoiler alert: you don’t.”

You rolled your eyes again, but you couldn’t stop the smile spreading across your face as the two of you continued down the quiet street. Snowflakes drifted down lazily from the dark sky, collecting on your shoulders and sticking to the ends of Kenny’s hair, making him look... softer somehow. Less like the sarcastic, sharp-edged kid everyone thought he was and more like the boy you’d known for years—the boy who, even when he didn’t have much, always found a way to make you feel like the luckiest person alive just to know him.

And as you walked together, the distant glow of South Park’s downtown lights shining ahead of you, you realized that, as simple as this night might’ve been, it was already perfect.

Downtown South Park was quieter than usual, most people already huddled inside their homes or crowded around fireplaces. The snow fell lazily through the air, blanketing the streets and softening the noise of passing cars. The sidewalks were nearly empty, the two of you practically alone as you wandered past the rows of shops and cafés, all decked out in their half-assed attempts at holiday cheer.

“You gotta love how South Park tries to look festive but still manages to scream ‘we gave up halfway through,’” Kenny said, his voice laced with sarcasm as he gestured at the string lights tangled over a street sign. A few bulbs flickered weakly, while others had already burnt out entirely.

You laughed, shoving your gloved hands into your coat pockets. “It’s charming in its own pathetic way.”

“Charming,” Kenny echoed, smirking as he glanced at you. “That’s one way to put it. I’m pretty sure half the lights they put up were salvaged from someone’s garage sale.”

He wasn’t wrong. One of the nearby lampposts had a plastic candy cane duct-taped to its side, and a sad, lopsided wreath hung over the entrance to Tom’s Rhinoplasty. Despite the haphazard decorations, though, there was something warm about it all—the way the snow settled softly on the garlands, the way the light glowed against the dark streets.

The two of you paused in front of a toy shop, its window display glowing brightly with reds and greens. Mechanical elves jerked awkwardly back and forth, as if powered by some barely functioning motor, while a plastic Santa turned his head slowly from side to side. The effect was less magical and more unsettling, but it made Kenny snort with laughter.

“Jesus, this is straight out of a horror movie,” he said, pressing his face close to the glass with mock intensity. “You think Santa’s checking his list, or you think he’s looking for his next victim?”

You stepped up beside him, your reflection in the frosted window blending with his. “Probably both. I think that elf on the left is possessed.”

“Oh, definitely,” Kenny said, leaning back and shoving his hands into his jacket pockets again. “I’d watch that movie. Killer Christmas.”

“Not gonna lie, I would too,” you replied, grinning.

Kenny turned to you, his blue eyes catching the glow of the window display. The smirk on his face softened slightly, the sharp edges dulling as he watched you for a moment. “I knew you’d be into that. That’s why you’re my favorite.”

The words caught you off guard, even if Kenny said it so casually it almost sounded like a joke. “Oh, I’m your favorite now?” you teased, hoping the heat creeping up your neck wasn’t obvious.

“Always have been, babe,” he replied smoothly, his grin turning cocky.

You rolled your eyes to cover the way your heart stuttered, turning back toward the next window as Kenny fell into step beside you again.

The two of you walked in comfortable silence for a while, the snow crunching softly beneath your boots. It felt surreal being out here with him, just the two of you, under the glow of flickering lights and neon shop signs. Kenny wasn’t the type to slow down often—he was always moving, always joking, always covering himself with layers of humor and bravado. But here, under the quiet fall of snow, he seemed calmer, more present.

“Hey,” he said suddenly, nudging your arm lightly with his elbow. “Check this out.”

You looked up to see him nodding toward another window display—this one a small bakery. Its front window was fogged from the warmth inside, but you could still see the carefully arranged gingerbread houses, sugar-dusted cookies, and little frosted cakes shaped like reindeer. Twinkle lights were strung along the edges of the display, the glow catching on the snow outside and making it look almost magical.

Kenny tilted his head, squinting at it. “Man, I’d kill for one of those cookies right now.”

“Didn’t you eat, like, two burgers earlier?” you teased.

“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t demolish a gingerbread man,” he replied, grinning. “You’d do the same. Don’t act innocent.”

You laughed, shaking your head as you turned back to the display. The warm glow from the bakery felt like a stark contrast to the freezing air outside, and for a moment, you almost suggested going in. But then you felt something cold hit your cheek—a single snowflake.

You tilted your head back slightly, blinking as more flakes drifted down from the sky, slow and steady. Kenny followed your gaze, his grin softening as he watched the snow fall around you both.

“It’s really coming down now,” you said quietly, almost to yourself.

“Yeah,” Kenny muttered, his voice low. “It’s nice, though. Peaceful.”

You glanced at him, surprised by the way his tone had shifted. Kenny rarely slowed down enough to just be. His grin was gone now, replaced by something quieter and more thoughtful as he looked up at the sky, the snowflakes catching in his hair and on his jacket.

“It’s kinda weird,” he said suddenly, his eyes still on the sky. “Sometimes I forget how... good this can look. You know, the whole Christmas shit. When you don’t have to worry about anything else—like money, or how you’re gonna keep the heat on. It’s nice to just... look at it for once.”

Your chest tightened at the honesty in his voice, a rare glimpse of the Kenny who lived beneath the jokes and smirks. You opened your mouth to respond, but before you could, he turned back toward you, his grin returning like a reflex.

“Don’t get all teary on me, babe,” he said, nudging you again. “I’m just saying, snow’s pretty. Sue me.”

You smiled, bumping him back lightly. “No lawsuits this time, McCormick.”

Kenny snorted, shaking his head. “Good. I’m broke.”

The two of you continued walking, the snow falling more steadily now, swirling in the glow of the streetlamps lining the sidewalk. There was something dreamlike about it—the way the lights reflected off the snow, the quiet stillness of the empty streets, and the easy rhythm of Kenny walking beside you.

He paused suddenly, pulling his hands from his pockets as he stopped under one of the streetlamps. Its light flickered faintly, the bulb buzzing like it was struggling to keep up with the night. Kenny looked at you, a strange, mischievous look on his face that made your heart skip a beat.

“Wait here,” he said, before slipping his hand into his jacket.

“What are you doing?” you asked, watching him warily.

Kenny didn’t answer right away. Instead, he pulled something small and wrapped from his pocket, holding it out toward you. It was clumsily done—brown paper folded haphazardly, held together with a single piece of tape—but it was clearly something he’d put together himself.

“Merry Christmas,” Kenny said simply, his voice soft but steady. “It’s not much, but I wanted you to have it.”

You turned the small package over in your hands, a smile tugging at your lips as you took in just how bad the wrapping job was. The brown paper was creased and uneven, one corner bunched up as if Kenny had given up halfway through folding it. The single piece of tape holding it all together was barely doing its job, and part of the paper had already started to peel up at the edges.

You couldn’t help the giggle that escaped you. “Kenny, what the hell is this? Did you wrap this with your eyes closed?”

Kenny let out a breathy laugh, the sound warm against the cold night. He scratched the back of his neck, his grin lopsided and sheepish. “Hey, wrapping paper’s a scam. You’re lucky I didn’t just hand it to you raw. I spent a whole five minutes on that.”

“Five minutes well spent,” you teased, holding the package up and pretending to examine it like it was a work of art. “It’s very... authentic. Minimalist chic.”

“Yeah, yeah, laugh it up,” Kenny said, but his voice was light, his blue eyes soft as they watched you. “Just open it before you hurt my feelings, babe.”

You shot him a teasing look before carefully peeling back the tape and unfolding the paper—at least what was still intact. Inside was a small, handmade bracelet, its simple black cord threaded with a mix of little wooden beads and a single, worn copper charm shaped like a star. It wasn’t perfect; the beads were slightly uneven, and the charm had a faint scratch along one side. But somehow, that made it even better. It looked like Kenny, through and through—rough around the edges, simple but full of heart.

Your teasing smile softened as you held it up, turning it over between your fingers to get a better look. The charm caught the faint glow of the streetlamp, its surface glinting against the snowy night.

“Kenny...” you said softly, your voice catching just a little.

Kenny shoved his hands back into his jacket pockets, his gaze flicking away from yours like he was suddenly nervous. “I, uh... made it a while ago. Just some stuff I found lying around, you know? The charm was on this old necklace my sister used to have—she didn’t want it anymore, so I, uh, repurposed it or whatever.”

You looked back at the bracelet, your heart twisting as you traced your thumb over the little star. You could tell he was trying to play it off like it was no big deal, but you knew better. Kenny didn’t do grand gestures; he didn’t have the means to buy shiny things or pull off big surprises. But he put himself into what he could do, and that made everything he did mean so much more.

“I know it’s not some fancy gift or anything,” Kenny continued, his voice low as he stared down at his boots, his shoulders stiff like he was bracing for something. “But I thought... I dunno, you might like it. If you don’t, it’s cool. I’m just—”

“Kenny, shut up,” you said gently, cutting him off as you smiled and slipped the bracelet onto your wrist. It fit snugly, the charm resting just above the pulse of your hand. “It’s perfect.”

Kenny blinked, looking up at you like he wasn’t sure he’d heard you right. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you said, holding out your arm so he could see it better. “I love it. Really.”

For a second, Kenny just stared at the bracelet on your wrist, his expression unreadable. Then, slowly, a grin spread across his face—softer than his usual cocky smirk, like this smile was just for you.

“Well, damn,” he said, his voice teasing but warm. “Look at you, making me feel all accomplished and shit.”

You laughed softly, your fingers brushing over the charm again as you looked at him. “You should. I mean it, Kenny. I love it.”

He watched you for a moment, his grin lingering, his blue eyes catching the flickering light from the streetlamp above. The snow fell softly around you both, collecting on his shoulders and sticking to the ends of his messy blonde hair.

“You’re something else, you know that?” Kenny said quietly, his tone softer now, like he’d forgotten to hide behind the jokes and the swagger.

You smiled, feeling your heart give that familiar, fluttering lurch in your chest. “Takes one to know one, McCormick.”

Kenny chuckled under his breath, but there was a gentleness in his expression that made your stomach flip. For a moment, neither of you spoke. The snow continued to drift lazily from the sky, and the flickering streetlamp above cast a golden glow over the two of you, like the whole world had stilled just for this.

You glanced down at the bracelet on your wrist, the little copper star catching the faint glow of the flickering streetlamp. You couldn’t help but smile as you turned your gaze back to Kenny. He was still looking at you, his grin softer now, almost nervous. Kenny McCormick—nervous. That alone was enough to make your chest ache.

“It’s snowing harder,” you said softly, more to fill the silence than anything else.

Kenny tilted his head back slightly, letting his gaze shift toward the sky. Snowflakes swirled lazily down from the dark, endless expanse above, catching in his messy blonde hair and clinging to his lashes. He stood still for a moment, his face tilted upward, his breath visible in soft bursts of white against the cold air.

“Guess it is,” he murmured, his voice quieter now, almost lost to the soft hum of the night. He lowered his head, looking at you again, and something about the way his eyes lingered on yours made the rest of the world feel distant, hazy—like you were the only two people here.

You shivered a little, though it wasn’t from the cold. Kenny noticed immediately, pulling his hands out of his jacket pockets and stepping closer. “You cold, babe?” he asked softly, the teasing lilt in his voice barely there now.

“A little,” you admitted, though you were barely thinking about the temperature. Not when he was standing this close, his face only a few inches from yours, the faintest smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

“C’mere,” Kenny said, his voice low and warm. He reached out and tugged you gently by the edge of your coat, pulling you just close enough that your breath mingled in the cold air.

For a moment, neither of you moved. You could see the flecks of snow caught in his hair, the way the faint light of the streetlamp turned the edges of his face golden. His eyes searched yours, his expression unusually open, like he was waiting—waiting for you to make the call.

Your heart pounded as you lifted your hand, brushing a few stray snowflakes from his hair with your gloved fingers. Kenny’s eyes fluttered closed at the touch, just for a second, before they opened again—soft, vulnerable, there.

“Kenny,” you murmured, not even sure what you were about to say.

He smiled faintly, his voice barely more than a whisper. “Yeah?”

You didn’t answer. Instead, you leaned in slowly, letting your eyes flutter shut as the distance between you disappeared. Kenny’s breath hitched softly, and then his lips met yours—delicate and hesitant at first, like he wasn’t sure you’d let him.

The kiss was soft and unhurried, the kind that made time feel like it had stopped. His lips were warm despite the cold, chapped from the winter air, but gentle against yours, like he was afraid to break something. Kenny’s hands came to rest on your coat, careful but steady, grounding you even as everything else seemed to spin.

Snowflakes landed lightly on your cheeks and melted instantly, the cold barely registering as you tilted your head, deepening the kiss just a little. Kenny’s lips moved with yours, slow and deliberate, like he wanted to memorize the shape of your mouth against his. His thumb brushed your sleeve absentmindedly, sending a faint shiver down your spine, and you let yourself melt into him, into the moment.

When you finally pulled back, it was only by an inch, your foreheads almost touching as you caught your breath. Snowflakes floated lazily between you, clinging to Kenny’s lashes and dusting the tips of his hair like frost. He blinked slowly, his breath fogging the space between you both, his lips curling into the faintest smile.

“Well, shit,” Kenny said quietly, his voice soft and husky. “That was... pretty nice.”

You laughed softly, still breathless, your cheeks aching from smiling. “Yeah,” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper. “It really was.”

Kenny tilted his head, his grin widening into something closer to his usual mischief but gentler now, softened by the moment. “Don’t go falling in love with me, babe,” he teased, though his voice was warm. “I’ll just disappoint you.”

You rolled your eyes, smiling as you nudged his shoulder lightly. “Too late, McCormick.”

Kenny blinked at you, like he hadn’t expected that answer. His grin faltered, just for a second, before he chuckled softly under his breath and shook his head. “God, you’re something else.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” you teased.

“Not at all,” Kenny replied, his voice low as he watched you. “Not at all.”

The snow fell heavier now, swirling in glowing spirals under the flickering streetlamp, but neither of you moved. Kenny stayed close, his hands still resting lightly on your coat, his smile lingering as he leaned in again—just enough to brush his lips against yours once more.

And for that moment, under the soft blanket of snow and the dim golden glow of the streetlamp, the rest of the world disappeared.

[nanamisonholiday]

Come to check on you Pretty girl

Kento Nanami x Fem!Reader

TW: Smutish- no p in v ,daddykink, fingering

other dbf!nanami fic

Summary: Nanamis asked by dad!Geto to check on you ;)

“Nanami, would you mind seeing how my girl is doing?”

A nod of his head and he’s two stepping the stairs with a faint answer for Suguru-

“Sure”

He hates how eager he is, internally cringing on how he hadn’t played that off very well, but it's all thrown out the window as he approaches your door. The small journey feeling like a milennia when he swears he hears the faintest whimper come through the wooden door seperating him from you. He’s half ashamed how quick his body is to respond to the sound. Pants tightening at the image of you possibly knuckles deep-

No

You could be in danger, horribly unwell- or worse.

No

He’s being irrational- he’s an adult, he has a lifetime more experience to know what kind of sound that was. He’d be a dirty liar to say he wasn’t the tad bit excited as he creeps your door open to infact reveal you ass up with your back to the door, his eyes drawn to your lower hald as you piston your little fingers in and out of your pussy. Nanami’s breath is stolen from him

“Fuuckk- fuck fuck”

Fuck indeed

Your whimpers only grow louder, more desperate than ever to catch the much needed release your chasing. He wants to help you out so badly. The decency in him freezing him in place as he watches you unravel on your bed.

“Nngh- ahh, fuuck. Daddyyy~”

Shit

Humping the door almost seems enticing if it weren’t for the fact he’s not the only man in the house. Friends, and family downstairs right under the pair of you. He won’t risk that kind of behaviour, he’s a good man- a gentleman. You adore him and he adores you, but theres a line he can’t cross. He can’t. Everything feels blurry, his head hurts from holding back- so he opts for the next best thing.

Opening the door to let the slither of sunlight grow. Highlighting your bent and arched body- your so caught up in your bliss you haven’t even noticed the added light exposing you to the hungry man. Nanami swears he could cum at the sight, your pussy soaked as your juices drips down your fingers. A hand landing on the small of your back startles you- breath hitching when you see a familiar pair of slacks come into view.

A shiver runs down your spine- or through you, your not sure at this point, as your fingers dumbly continue rubbing your clit. The familiar deep voice making you whine out- rutting against your own hand.

“Be quiet”

Nodding you mindlessly open your legs wider- letting him remove your hand away, and whimpering as Nanami replaces the emptiness with his whole hand to cup you, long thick fingers exploring your soaked cunt. Your soft plush body reacting deliciously as he strokes your sensitive bud with his thumb. It feels like a dream

“Kenny~”

“Shhh pretty. Don’t want y’dad to hear you huh?”

You shake your head shyly- lost in all pleasure as the man plunges his fingers deep into your gummy walls. Cupping your own hands over your mouth you fight yourself to stop making noises. Because this would be deeply embarrassing- getting caught by your father as his dearest friend is knuckles deep in your pussy

The idea has your walls clenching, his eyes shutting, both your breathing going rapid as the pace quickens

“Nngh- Ken- fuck”

Fuck

“Kenny”

It’s like an angelic mantra, your voice repeating the sweet name you’ve always called him, Over, and over, and over again. His eyes fluttering under his eyelids as he feels you on his fingers

Kenny

Kenny

Kenny

Tap

“Kenny?”

Tap

Tap

Huh?

His eyes open and he’s standing at the doorway- eyes hazy as he orientates himself. You’re standing at the door a shy, but concerned look on your face as you go to grab his wrist.

“You okay Kenny?”

He never moved

He never went in

He never felt you

It really was a dream

He should be thankful he supposes. That he hadn't lost his cool and overstepped a line he couldn't return from. But he'd be lying to say if he wasn't even a bit disappointed.

The tug on his wrist and the worry crease of your prettily shaped brows bring him back to reality. His hand instinctively moving, to cup your cheek. Both hearts swelling at the contact- especially his when you happily lean your face further into his touch

“You’re scaring me a bit Kenny”

He smiles at you- you are such a sweetheart

“Came to check on you pretty girl”

All the blood rushes through your body as your shift your thighs together. The slick inbetween reminding you of why you’re alot more worried than usual at his sudden appearance at your door

“Oh, i’m okay Kenny”

He wants to smirk, embarrass you a little. But the ache between his own legs is growing with tenfold with the knowledge that you had been whining into your pillow as you finger fucked yourself. He feels lost again- dissappointment growing with every minute that he gets to stare at your post-orgasm haze, so much more dissappointed than he would like to be, at the fact his little daydream, had been infact a dream.

So he leans down, kisses your head as his hand wraps around the back of your neck bringing you close to his chest. Practically engulding you with his arm

“Good girl then, you coming down for dinner?”

You kiss his cheek, nodding as you bask in his attention. He had always been your favourite out of your fathers friends

“Mhm, tell daddy I’ll be down in 10”

And with that, you retreat back in- poorly closing the door as it’s left ajar in Nanamis face. His eyes raking over your body as you strip down and change.

He runs a hand down his stressed face, mumbling into the palm to himself

“Fuckin’hell”

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[wexhappyxfew]

hey shannon!!!! from prompt list 3 & the action category - “intervene” with kennedy and bucky, but kennedy is the one doing the intervening/defending him????!!! HELP - @softspeirs

KATIEEEE!!!!!! @softspeirs i am *here* i am *back* and we are here with a kennedy x bucky prompt that had me lowkey losing my mind w/this piece half-written months ago and me now just finally having the time to finish it up. the pure EXCITEMENT of this prompt with kennedy and bucky, kennedy's reactions, bucky's reactions and their dialogue....oh i was absolutely losing it. definitely one of my longer ones i think, but it came out just as i was hoping (and probably better). also the scene inspo for this hit me even before your prompt and when you sent this in - oh i was SO EXCITED. so i sincerely hope you enjoy!!! :D

flak-happy

(a/n): kennedy x bucky (pre-stalag, pre-anything-that-happened-in-the-stalag lmao). i fear we enter bucky: the definition of yearning, and kennedy: the definition of miss-repressed-emotions and oh boy does it make for the absolutely perfect combination, especially in a moment of time where things are turning rather dark and dreary and sad. oh kennedy farley you are so seen!!!! please enjoy my-return installment in the silver bullets universe!!! <3333 (he'll make it up to her, he swears)

"5-0," Kennedy said quietly, the tiny bit of newspaper in her hands something she was half-way between scorning, ripping into a million pieces, and lighting on fire, "they're trying to kill me."

"It's a baseball team, Kenny," Margie said from beside her, "the only thing actually trying to kill you are the Germans."

"But I have a helluva lot more emotional involvement to this team than the Krauts, Margie, that's the difference." Kennedy said, flipping the paper over and grumbling under her breath, "Fucking Danny Doyle - at this point, just say he's in left field 24/7, even when he's actually in left field. Can't even hit the goddamn ball."

"Okay," Vivian Ratcliff said quietly from beside Kennedy, plucking the newspaper clipping that Lieutenant Montez had gotten for her this morning from her fingers and neatly folding it up, "you need a drink. A stiff one at that." Kennedy sighed and crossed her arms between the two as they continued walking forward towards the flying club and bit back her lip.

"And I'm going to have to hear all about how the Yankees won their game," Kennedy mumbled, "please say we can open a tab?"

"Or!" Margie butted in, "Better yet, someone will already have a tab started for us." Kennedy glanced at Margie, gaze burning into the side of Vivian's head, who was currently running a hand through her short, dark curls in the hand-held mirror she was carrying with her.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Kennedy asked her and Margie chuckled.

"Ev Blakely." Margie offered with a grin, "He's always putting his ViVi on his tab."

"Oh, screw off, Margie." murmured Vivian, brushing her bangs that lay wilted against her forehead, back a bit - the entirely noticeable blush that had sprung across the waist gunners cheeks and the smile poking at her lips evidently hard to ignore.

"I am not, and I repeat, not his 'ViVi', he's just a sweet thing, a gentleman," Vivian offered with a shrug of her shoulders, wiping at a smudge of her red lipstick at the corner of her mouth gently, "honestly." Margie chuckled as Kennedy sent her a glance.

"Whatever you say, Viv, but he's a real charmer that Ev Blakely," Margie said, grinning, "especially that you're ViVi to him, hm?" A small smile quirked onto Vivian's lips as she snapped the hand-held mirror shut and slid it into her pocket and offered them a slight smile.

"Shall we head in?" she asked them with a smile and a nod before stepping inside, cheeks still flaming, "It seems like we're all in need of a stiff drink." Kennedy watched as Vivian then stepped inside, nodding and smiling to a few pilots that had stepped passed her. Slowly, Kennedy glanced towards Margie who simply smiled.

"What?" Margie said with a chuckle, "It's clear Blakely's sweet on her."

Heading inside the flying club, the atmosphere was alive with both a gentle, slow song by Ella Fitzgerald, the quiet chatter of voices still about the place and the mixture of smells which combined two of the finest things on Thorpe Abbotts - cologne and alcohol.

"Beer?" Vivian offered glancing back at both Kennedy and Margie stood in the small opening between the bar area and the dance floor.

"Yeah." Kennedy said quietly, following behind Vivian with a sparing glance towards the dance floor where Judy was, more probable, to be forcing Carrie to dance than anything it seemed.

A large group of some of the pilots had gathered in front of the wooden bar, a few backs turned their way, with a few pairs of wandering eyes meeting her own. At the moment, she made rather quick and inherent eye contact with Bucky Egan. Who was staring down Colonel Harding in front of him.

Kennedy glanced at Margie and Vivian, who sent her sparing looks as she stepped closer, curious to both listen in and figure out why the look in Bucky's eyes made her stomach twist.

"Now-now who's flak happy?' Bucky asked, leaned up against the bar, a morose look drawn on to his features, eyes peering into Colonel Harding's persistent and demanding. Kennedy stepped closer, her eyes looking to Colonel Harding's face - it was a mixture of sadness, grief and evidently being somewhat drunk, but it was somewhat a sorry sight.

"Who?" Colonel Harding seemed to challenge.

"You are." Bucky said with a nod, his eyes frozen on the Colonel's gaze. There was something slightly unsettling in that split second of time - this almost far-too-large group surrounding a somewhat bitter conversation. Flak-happy; what a word. Enough to stir thoughts of death in all of them. How much it surrounded them, consumed them. Buck's half-crescent glance towards Bucky was enough for Kennedy to catch Buck's gaze and see the unfurling repent growing.

"You are." the Colonel said firmly back.

"No, you are," Bucky said, before giving a quick tap of the back of his hand on the Colonel's front pocket, "sir."

For a moment, the low drone of the music seemed to dim to a distant hum as they all stood there, eyes darting back and forth, waiting to see the reaction of the Colonel, to someone like Bucky. Notorious for his outbursts at this point, it seemed.

Kennedy watched for a moment longer, before she bit the bullet and stepped forward, directly placing herself in front of Bucky and looking right up at the Colonel, hands placed behind her back, heart pounding in her ears, praying to God above that she didn't look a fool in this moment. Whatever conversation it had been, friendly or foe or whatever other words could've been tossed around - she was having none of it.

This was for Captain Dye, to celebrate 25 missions, for people to relax a bit. Not to think about what tomorrow or the coming days could bring.

Then, the Colonel began to laugh, eyes not fully connected to the bright laughter from his lips, reaching up to place his cigar to his alcohol-laced lips. Kennedy mimicked her best impression of a laugh that she could muster in this moment without feeling in-genuine and watched as the Colonel's eyes brightened a bit.

"Good to see you, Sergeant Farley." he said and she nodded, saluting as well.

"And you, Colonel." she said and he grinned, before turning away and pointing to the guys - 'Single fillies!' he began to yell and point, people clambering and murmuring amongst one another as the rather large group began to slowly disperse.

She watched, predictable as it was, Blakely saunter up to Viv and Margie seemed to drop to her knees immediately at the sight of a tail-wagging Meatball.

In the midst of this all, Kennedy seemed to only just remember now that she had stepped between the Colonel and Bucky in this very moment and that very same Bucky Egan was now stood just behind her.

And if anything, she knew he had a shit-eating grin on his face and would poke fun at her little heroic moment of relief. She really didn't know what had compelled her to do such a thing - to step in between people that had far higher ranking than she probably ever would. But there was something on his face, that look in his eyes. Like he was distant, in a completely different time zone and realm than where he actually was.

And she couldn't remember a time when Bucky had ever looked like that.

Kennedy found that she was bracing herself as she turned around, but by that moment, as she was turning, Bucky was already watching her. It looked like a mixture between an attempt to smile on his face, and the struggle of an onboarding cold front. And her heart sunk a bit.

Maybe she was a bit stupid for that.

They barely knew each other past their Yankees and Red Sox feud and those few times they'd had conversations together - about what, she wasn't sure - she had spent the greater part of the time noticing every bit about how his eyes lit when he laughed, the crinkle of his grin, the pure sound of his voice.

For what reason she was stockpiling those images and feelings in her brain, she'd never know.

But, standing here now, it felt completely different.

Bucky was different.

"Hi, Farley." he said, voice more exhausted sounding than intended it seemed.

"Hi." she said back, noticing their closeness to each other and the eager smell of his cologne, taking the opportunity to step back.

Then she stared at him - she had no clue what to say.

For the first time in months, she didn't have a clue what to say to him - to explain whatever that had been, to try and chalk it up.

Yeah, she had no clue.

"You alright?" she said him, before scratching the back of her neck.

"Doing the best I can, yourself?" He was bored of this conversation already, he was done with it - say something, say something. But when she took the chance to actually go to open her mouth, she noticed his eyes were far-off, looking past her shoulder.

Slowly, she took a glance and noticed all he was staring at were the people - the couples, the duos - dancing with each other. Kennedy looked back towards Bucky again and found his eyes trained on her again.

"You dance at all, Farley?" he asked her, leaning back up against the bar, the broad stretch of his shoulders enough to fill her entire birds-eye view, enough to make her cheeks tint to annoying pink.

"I regret to inform you that it is quite possibly the last thing you want me to do."

"Really?" Bucky asked with a wry chuckle, smirking at her, "Well, isn't this new. Thought Kennedy Farley was good at damn-near everything." Kennedy looked at him an tilted her head.

"Well, I don't know whether to take that as an insult or compliment, but I'm afraid that growing up my mother put me in ballet and in turned into a complete mess of me on stage - so no, I don't." she said, crossing her arms, suddenly wanting to get herself out of this conversation as quickly as possible.

"I'm intrigued," Bucky said, tilting his head slightly and nodding to her, "tell me more. Ballet, huh?"

"It was like a chicken on a balance beam, alright? I'm sure you could've done better than me-" Bucky chuckled at her mid-sentence.

"Were you really that bad?" he asked her, "I don't believe you."

"Wouldn't be the first time." she murmured and he raised a brow, "This typically would be the time where I ask the same question back, but I've seen you dance and well….clearly know you dance so…." Bucky let out a barking laugh and hung his head for a moment before looking back up at her.

"Well, Kennedy Farley, dancing is a whole lot more than just some stupid ballet classes your Mom put you in when you were a kid, alright?" he said, pushing off from the bar counter and stepping forward. Kennedy look up at him as he stepped closer and equally stepped back.

"What are you doing?" she asked him as he stepped in front of her, managing a small smile.

"Dancing." he said, "With you."

"You can't be serious-"

"Oh, I'm serious!" he said, reaching forward to take her right hand in his, adjusting his other hand to her waist. It was honestly a mixture of feelings, intoxication and his cologne that suddenly made her feel slightly insane.

"Bucky-"

"Nah, nah, you're fine, look at you," he said as they slowly started to sway back and forth, "you're a natural." Kennedy looked up at him, feeling every inch of her hand pressed into his, his other hand on her waist.

"Well, if we're doing this, then you oughta tell me what Colonel Harding was talking about when I came up to you all." she said, watching as his eyes darted to hers and his grip tightened.

"Maybe another time." he said tilting his head to the side, to which she raised a brow.

"Oh, no, no, no, I saw that look on your face-"

"Farley-"

"Major Egan." she said, pausing and looking up at him expectantly. It seemed to work. Bucky watched her, his grip tight on her hand and pouted his lips a bit.

"The war. In the air." Bucky said quietly, tilting his head to the side, "Guess you can say it's making people go crazy."

"Quite the observation." Kennedy murmured and Bucky let out a huff, "Well, why was he addressing you. I mean….sorta front and center there-"

"He thinks it's starting to get to me." Bucky said quickly, pausing as she peered up at him again, watching his eyes under the dimmed yellow lights of the flying club.

Kennedy felt her heart stammer for a moment as she looked up at Bucky - there was still that distant look in his eye, but something else that craved and yearned for touch and connection and possibly something else she couldn't quite decipher. She believed that was all anyone in this war wanted - when the battle was done, when the flight crews were back at base, sweat and grease-stained faces, eyes hazy and glazed. All people wanted was someone else to get it, to understand them and hold them and tell them that maybe things were going to be okay.

But, with Bucky, with their separation of rank and about a million other things, she quite honestly, was at a loss for words.

"You?" she instead asked quietly. Bucky watched her, face unchanged.

"Yeah." he said quietly, almost ashamed, "A trip to London would probably do me some good, don't you think?" Kennedy watched him - he wanted this. He agreed with the Colonel. Bucky wanted this.

"If that's what you want-"

"I think the Colonel was really onto something, Farley." Bucky said, stopping her mid-sentence, "Doing those missions. Over and over. I feel like I'm going crazy." Kennedy felt like she couldn't even hear the music anymore, she didn't even realize how close they were into each other's hands and arms, she didn't even realize the tick of desperation in Bucky's voice. Like he was alone in the dark, trying to grasp onto something.

"Bucky." Kennedy said quietly, watching as he sighed and shook his head, dropping her hand, removing his, rather warm, hand from her waist and stepping back.

"Sorry." Bucky said, reaching up to run a hand through his hair before turning back to the bar and finishing what was left of his drink, before looking at her again, "I shouldn't have said a damn thing. Freak you out when you're trying to relax. I'll…" Bucky watched her and sighed, before stepping around her, "I'll see you around."

Kennedy stood there, the flash of his body disappearing from in front of her, the hint of sweat, beer and cologne trailing as she turned to look over her shoulder and found him moving right out of the room.

Kennedy's heart was in her throat - a mixture of feelings of not knowing what Bucky would do next, especially being alone and if this was making her suddenly want to do anything she could to help him.

So, she did the only thing a Farley would do. She hurried after him. She kept her eye on his form as he hurried out and into the cool night air.

Stepping outside she looked over and found him stood at the edge of the road, against the lick of grass that spread between the barracks and looked towards the dark airfield.

"You know, it really isn't the nicest thing to leave a girl hanging on the dance floor," Kennedy started, walking towards him, a slight smile on her face, "especially if she just told you how much she really didn't like dancing." She tried to joke about it, but she just watched Bucky's shoulders drop the slightest bit instead as he ran his hand again over his hair to hang on his neck.

"Sorry, Farley," Bucky said quietly, "I just, I don't want to rope you into this, right now." Bucky said, motioning to himself. Kennedy raised a brow.

"Rope into what, Bucky, I'm right here." Kennedy said watching his back and crossing her arms, "Quite frankly, you just told me you think you're going crazy from it all and downed the rest of your drink. And probably are slightly buzzed. So. I will rope myself into this." Kennedy eyed the few newer airmen walking by them. "Sir." Bucky glanced over his shoulder at her and she simply stared back.

If he wanted her to be scared of this side of him, it would have to take a whole lot more for her to disappear, for her to run.

This Bucky she almost liked. Where he wasn't putting up the facade, the mask, the strong-front that showed he was fine.

Because no one was fine when their job was trying to just beat the odds and survive.

"Farley-"

"Bucky." she said and she watched as he stared at her. He grew quiet.

Slowly, she stepped closer and moved to stand there beside him. Glancing upwards, she found him, looking far off again towards the darkened tarmacs with B-17s.

There was something about standing there in damn-near total silence with him. It was so unlike any other version of the Bucky Egan she'd met, but in this moment, she hoped that this was exactly what he needed.

Someone to be there, but to stand in this silence with him.

Away from the music and the drinks and the B-17s and the bullets.

Away from it all.

All to simply realize he was alive, and on the ground and standing on his own two feet.

"To get in one of those planes again," Bucky started quietly, "I can't….it's hard. To do that. Again and again." Kennedy looked up at him, her face drawn into one of concern and worry.

"I know." she said quietly, watching his eyes as he glanced at her, "It scares me. Every time without fail. After what had happened with Birdie and then Margie those few months ago. The thought? Jesus, I didn't want to have to leave solid ground." Bucky watched her for a moment.

"You don't give off the impression that you're scared, Farley," Bucky said quietly, "always thought you were one of the strongest we got." Kennedy managed a genuine smile up at him.

"Thanks, Bucky." she said - genuinely - she figured people didn't see that often, so she could appreciate when someone like Bucky told her that. He managed a slight smile at her words.

"Would you go to London?" he asked her and she felt her face change into one of slight surprise and near-joking. She offered him a look, one where she almost burst out laughing.

"Me?" she asked him and he nodded, "No, no….probably not." She looked at him again and almost nervously laughed.

"Silver Bullets needs me. And for the moment, despite everything, I'd rather let that trip go to someone else, who needs it more." Like you, she thought quietly. She looked at him and found his face saddened a bit and offered a shoulder bump.

"Go to London. Take the trip." she said softly, "Take some time to relax." Bucky looked at her, his eyes aching to watch hers it felt as she stared at him.

In another world, she would've said she'd loved to go to London - she always heard about London as a kid; Buckingham Palace, the guards in their uniforms, the city streets, all of it. But for now, she didn't need it. She was fine.

"Well….I only asked because…" Bucky cleared his throat, "Buck sorta denied my offer and I figured, well, since you and just about everyone else also need a break, figured I'd offer to come. With me." Kennedy looked up at him, her cheeks flamed in the darkness and she hoped the fact the moon was covered by clouds, covered her obvious shyness.

"Oh." Kennedy said quietly, her eyes wanting to leave Bucky's but whole-heartedly refusing. In her mind, she told herself that he could tell something was most definitely wrong with her, with her blubbering and lack of words and shock and nervousness. But instead he offered a slight smile her way.

"I mean," she started, a small laugh escaping her lips, "you're….you're a Major, Bucky, and I'm just, I'm a Sergeant. And we're from different planes. And it'd be…I don't know, people, they'd say stuff-"

"Farley," Bucky said, "we're…..friends, ya know, it'd just be us two. As….friends." And even she wasn't convinced of his words in that moment and suddenly she felt hot all over and the thoughts in her mind were enough to force her to look away from Bucky in an instant. She looked forward again over the field of B-17s in the darkness and swallowed her shaky breaths.

"Farley, I…" Bucky started, before clearing his throat, "I just…I think I'm drunk. Just, ignore me-"

"Okay." Kennedy said quickly, looking over at him and nervously meeting his gaze with a nod, swallowing sheepishly as she looked up again to his eyes, "I-"

She really couldn't get herself to speak properly at the thought. Of Bucky. Her head felt light, her cheeks hot, her body hot, her thoughts a jumbled mess.

He was drunk, she told herself, he was drunk and wouldn't remember this and she could go back to being brazen and bold and stubborn with him.

Not this mushy, genuine and sweet part of herself that she rarely showed a soul.

Looking at Bucky, suddenly her mind went into a frenzy at the thought of the two of them, in a room together, in London - how awkward it would be!

She'd take the bed closest to the window, he'd take the one closest to the door and she'd have to hear his every breath as he fell asleep and his snores through the night.

And she'd have to wake up and he'd see her exhausted and barely awake and exceptionally grumpy.

And then he'd say something about how she reminds him of the pigeons on the streets in the city and she'd launch her shoe at him.

And then she'd feel embarrassed having to get ready and knowing he's right in the other room.

And - no, it was too much. Because what if they just happened to ignore it all and she allowed herself to feel these feelings that made her feel sick to her stomach - no. She looked away from him and suddenly wanted to be alone.

No, let him go to London - get the drinks, get the girls, and she'll keep her mouth shut.

Because he was right - they were just two people, barely even friends, who happened to know each other and have strong opinions about baseball. No, she wasn't going to say a thing.

"I'll make it up to you then someday, Farley - the dancing," Bucky said before patting her shoulder gently and letting out a low whistle, "I'm off to barracks. Figured I need to shut up before I keep letting my mouth yap, ya know?" Kennedy slowly looked over at him, sticking his hands in his pockets and giving her a wide smile - one between a forced and slightly buzzed grin and a genuine one.

"I'll let you know how London is, okay?" he said and she nodded, tying herself directly to where she was standing so she wouldn't convince herself to follow him again.

"Okay." she said and he smiled wider and then mock-saluted to her before turning away.

"I'll be seeing you, Farley." he said and as he staggered down the path, her own heart thumping inside her chest she shut her eyes and let out a breath before crossing her arms tighter across her chest.

She couldn't have said anything better? Come up with better words? A better send-off and good-bye? Should she have taken the offer?

No, no, no, no. Nope.

And with that, Kennedy turned and moved right back into the flying club and ordered as strong a drink she could get at this time of night.

[echoingbirdsofprey]

Back Forty View (On Our Piece Of Ground)

3 - Twilight In The Mornin', 'Fore The Day Wakes Up

Pairings: Tyler Owens x OFC Georgia Tennley-Owens, Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x OFC Samantha Kazansky

Rating: Explicit (MDNI!)

Warnings: LOTS of detail, sorry. Also random SMUT hahaha. unprotected!piv (wrap before you tap) alcohol comsumption

A/N: Uh, so this got long and I refused to stop. As usual you get a little flashback for Tyler and Jake, and then there's the Wrangler's Christmas Eve Party with so much going on and I hint at an interesting pairing that I'm fully ready to explore even if every is gonna hate me for it. Everyone gives gifts and they eat and they play games. Then, where it got really out of my hands was at the SMUT. It just had to happen. And then Christmas morning SMUT. Whoops my hand slipped. Please enjoy the chaos!

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Jake and Tyler came down Christmas morning to Kenny sitting in the living room, holding a fat white dog that had a speckled left ear, some speckled brown across that same side eye, and a weird red and black speckled back foot. She had long nails and her ears were floppy and she wagged her long tail as the boys walked over to her. 

“Boys, this here's Dixie. She's an ole hound from a friend'a mine and she needed a home. So she's your Christmas present this year.” Kenny said and the boys descended on the dog, Tyler wrapping his arms around her and Jake rubbing her head and ruffling her ears with both hands. Jeanie hadn't seen the boys that happy for a Christmas present since she got them new ropes a few years ago. They had then proceeded to try to play ‘cowboy jousting’ in the snow that year every chance they got. 

With Dixie, it was a chance for the boys to learn to share something and care for something other than the horses, which they didn't share anyway. Dixie would truly be for both of the boys and they would have to compromise. And they certainly did. They took that dog anywhere and everywhere they could and they did it together, only making their brotherly bond strongly as they headed into high school. Tyler, Jake, and Dixie were inseparable.

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Christmas Eve was cold and snowy in Stillwater, Oklahoma, but the Tornado Wrangler’s Christmas party was full of warmth and coziness. Javi, Kate, and Scott had arrived together, all coming from Kate's mom's house, where they'd had dinner. Boone and Lily arrived together as well and Dexter and Dani had carpooled. Sam and Georgia had slaved away for a good portion of the afternoon making food and cleaning the house. Dustin had gone home to his parent's for a few days, leaving Tyler and Jake in charge of the horses. 

The spread of food was impressive, with dishes such as buffalo chicken dip, macaroni and cheese, green bean casserole, teriyaki meatballs, taco salad, and a shitload of barbecue ribs, brisket, and chicken with several different sauces. Jake's favorite Christmas time dish was also present, roasted duck breast, a la Georgia. Her father would make it every so often and her mother and she loved it but her sister hated it. So Georgia learned how to make it to piss off her sister. 

"I can't wait to try that." Sam said excitedly. As everyone settled either in the living room or in the kitchen with a plate of food, they all enjoyed the comfortable silence that filled the house. Georgia and Sam prepared plates for the dogs with a little bit of everything that was safe for them to eat.

"Wow. It's really crazy how much you two look alike but also so different.” Kate said, examining both Tyler and Jake separately. It is an easy feat with them sitting right next to each other, their significant others on their farthest sides from each other. That hadn't been by choice on Georgia and Sam's part. It had been strategically the boys decision so that they could pick off each other's plates. 

"Yeah we get that a lot when we're together. We are twins after all. Tyler just looks old because he's had to keep my ass in line all these years.” Jake smirked and his brother punched his shoulder gently before stealing a piece of duck off his plate.

"We're the same age, you dingbat.” Tyler said, as he leaned slightly into his wife. Georgia smiled and glanced at Jake.

"How's that duck?” She asked and Jake held a thumb up.

"Almost as good as our momma's.” He said, taking a huge bite of the piece Tyler had stolen half from, Georgia smiled warmly at him, as Tyler gave her an approving look. He'd nearly forgotten that she was a pretty decent cook and it appeared that Sam was as well. It was the baking that Tyler would die for though. Georgia could make a mean pie. Any and all pie, by Georgia, was good pie.

Everyone else seemed very content with their food and they all took their time munching, making some small talk here and there. This was the first time that Scott had been to a Wrangler party since the El Reno tornado and he had seemingly lightened up quite a bit. He and Javi had made their peace and moved on and Scott had a huge change of heart once Kate discussed with him how wrong it was what Storm PAR had been doing. He had actually grown to enjoy working with Kate and liked the way she challenged his knowledge. It seemed as though Kate had the attention of the two men and Tyler and Georgia both loved that for her. For now, Kate was focusing on her career but that didn't mean she couldn't have a little fun here and there.

After food, it was time for gift exchanges. Everyone gathered around in the living room, filling up not only the couches but the floor as well. Tyler had pulled Georgia onto his lap and Jake did the same with Samantha. Boone and Lily sat on the floor, as did Kate and Javi. Dexter, Dani, and Scott took up the other couch, and all the dogs were scattered around. The funniest placement of a dog had been Grits, who had leapt up on the back of the couch behind Tyler and placed his head on his human’s shoulder. Ballast sat at Jake’s feet, while Muster balanced on the arm of the couch by Sam. Rocco and Pancake sat in front of the fireplace which had been lit and was extremely warm now. Waffles was between Tyler and Georgia’s feet.

Scott had gotten everyone gift cards, a hundred dollars each, but he had a special bag for Kate that he asked she wait to open until later on. She smirked at him and nodded, thanking him. His card to Javi was for his favorite coffee shop. The one’s for Dexter, Dani, Boone, and Lily were for Walmart. He apologized to Jake and Sam for not getting them anything. 

“Nah it’s totally fine, you guys didn’t know we’d be here to be fair. We didn’t expect anything from anyone.” Jake explained and it seemed as though some of the parties in the room let their breath out in relief. No one had to feel bad now, but they still would just a little, deep down.

“That’s for the two of you, for little Jaycen.” Scott said as he handed Tyler and Georgia a card. Tyler let Georgia open it and Tyler’s eyes scanned over it. There was four hundred dollars placed neatly in the pocket of the card. Tyler’s eyes widened in surprise. He thanked Scott warmly and he smiled. “That’s from that bet Javi and I had...”

Next up was Dexter and Dani’s gifts. They’d purchased as a pair, giving everyone a hat, gloves, hand warmers, and a twenty dollar Tractor Supply gift card. They also handed Tyler and Georgia a separate card, which was for Jaycen. Tyler opened it this time and saw an Amazon gift card for fifty dollars so that they could get some baby supplies. 

Boone and Lily had also purchased gift bags as a pair. They did something similar to what Dexter and Dani did except they got everyone a t-shirt with a funny saying on it, a hot sauce, and a gift card to different fast food restaurants that they all stopped at during chases. Again, they’d gotten something special for Tyler and Georgia for Jaycen. A couple of packs of newborn onesies and some little shirts with cute sayings on them that Georgia held up for Tyler to look at. He wouldn’t say anything now but it made his heart ache with joy at how real everything was, seeing the baby clothes. They hadn’t even purchased anything yet. 

Javi got everyone a card with money in it and a bottle of some sort of alcohol.That was about as creative as he could get. He always said he was bad at giving gifts. He’d gotten wine for Dexter and Dani each, Tequila for Boone and Tyler, Whiskey for Georgia for when she wasn’t pregnant, Vodka for Scott and Kate, and Rum for Lily. He had gotten a bottle of wine for Jake and Sam after Tyler had told him about their engagement, figuring Tyler would end up giving it to them. He hadn't expected to be able to meet them in person, but it was a nice change of scenery. New faces. 

Kate was the champion gift giver, or so she touted. She got Dexter a new hat and a cozy sweatshirt. She got Dani a small set of tools that she’d be eyeing. She got Javi a gift basket that had specialty coffee, mugs, and flavor syrup. She got Scott a couple of nice polo shirts and a sweater, and a small bag just like he had with her that needed to be opened at another time. She'd made up a small bag for Lily, including a small blanket, and some Bath and Body Works items because even though Lily tended to be a tom-boy, she still liked her feminine creature comforts. Boone had been the hardest to shop for, and Kate felt bad that she had found nothing in particular so a gift card to Bass Pro Shop for a hundred dollars was all she could come up with. He was pretty damn happy with that anyway.

“Okay now there's somethin’ for Georgia, Tyler, and for Jaycen.” Kate said, handing them three bags. 

"Can I just say, we love and appreciate that y'all got stuff for Jaycen.” Georgia said as she opened her bag. There was a comfortable looking sweatshirt that said ‘Kid Wrangler’ on it which made Georgia laugh. Tyler’s was also a sweatshirt and it said ‘my other kid is my cattle dog’ to which he chuckled and thanked Kate. The present for Jaycen was a small shirt that he would probably need to grow into but it said ‘Littlest Tornado Wrangler reporting for duty’. 

“Kate, this Is awesome, thank you!” Tyler exclaimed. She smiled warmly and for the first time in a while, she actually felt like she belonged. 

Tyler helped Georgia off his lap and he stiffly walked over to a large box that was tucked behind the Christmas tree. He pulled shirts out first and handed one to everyone, then hats, both beanies and trucker hats, and then Georgia pulled out the sweatshirts. Tyler and Georgia had designed a logo for the barn and everyone was excited when they opened up the t-shirts to see it for the first time. Everything was black but the logo itself was in hot pink. It was a tornado, with a horse running around it like a barrel and said ‘Tennley-Owens Performance Horses’ in a bold but pretty font that was dainty but also looked like it could punch you in the face.

“This is sick! You guys did a great job on the logo.” Boone said excitedly. He had known they were working on it and had begged to see it but Tyler wouldn't budge any.

There were still some presents under the tree, but those were for in the morning, for Tyler, Georgia, Jake and Sam to exchange amongst themselves. With gifts exchanged, Tyler opened a bottle of whiskey and poured some shots. Jake, Javi, Kate, Scott, Boone, Lily, and Tyler all took one and downed it in celebration. Tyler poured them all one more and then spoke. 

“I just wanna thank y'all for coming, for bein’ the best team out there.” He nudged Jake. “Best brother out there.” Then he glanced at Georgia with the warmest smile possible. “And thank you for bein’ so supportive of Gee and I. We couldn't do any of this without this amazin’ support system. Y'all are the best.” He finished and they downed their shots. Tyler then began cleaning up the food, and Georgia came over to help. As everyone else cleared out of the kitchen for a few moments, they were left to themselves. Tyler paused, a piece of duck in his fingertips. 

‘Y'know. Jake won't admit it, but I will. You made this better than my momma.” He put the piece in his mouth, savoring it and licking his lips. Georgia stepped into his space, wrapping her hands around the back of his neck. She stretched up to kiss him as he finished chewing, tasting whiskey and the cherry sauce from the duck on his lips.

“Mmm, thanks. I've got a question for you, Ty.” She said, her voice dropping an octave. Tyler raised a brow, pushing his hips toward her. 

“Yes ma'am?” He leaned down to catch her lips, and before she asked her question, they soaked in the atmosphere of the night. The warmth of the house and the banter between their friends. The quiet click of the dogs nails as they shifted around on the old wooden floors. The sight of the couples in the group holding onto each other, and the inclusion of the singles, never to feel left out. 

“How excited are you for this baby?” Georgia asked, as they parted. He touched his nose to hers and let his eyes close, taking in a deep breath.

“More excited than words could ever say.” Tyler murmured, holding her tight, and feeling several little kicks from Jaycen. Georgia smirked and said ‘ouch’ with a smile. Tyler blew air from his lips. “He's gonna be a wild one, just like his daddy.”

“Nothin’ I can’t handle.” She said softly, placing her head on Tyler’s chest, while they took several more moments to themselves. There was loud laughter from the living room then and they both glanced over, seeing all smiles and bodies shaking with amusement. Tyler and Georgia stepped away from each and continued cleaning up all the food. They stole touches and glances as they did so and didn't realize that they had two observers from in the living room. Sam and Jake would look over occasionally and then look at each other and then wondered whether or not to go help them. 

It was once they had finished putting away dinner that Sam and Jake had strolled over. They helped place out a large tray of cookies and a few different pies. A rhubarb pie, a pumpkin pie, and an apple pie, all warm from a quick pop in the oven. Everyone filed in for dessert and drinks, but Dexter and Dani had decided they needed to get on the road, so they took theirs with them and some leftovers.

“We’re heading back to Arkansas and wanna get on the road before the snow gets any worse. Thank you for having us! Thank you for the gifts. We’ll see y’all after New Year’s!” Dani said, hugging everyone and Dexter did the same. 

Boone, Lily, Javi and Scott decided to post up at the kitchen table. Tyler and Georgia had offered them rooms if needed, but Lily had stopped drinking alcohol so that she could start the drive back towards Arkansas. They were going to try to get some good snow footage for the channel on their way, so they wanted to leave when the weather got worse on purpose. Kate, Javi and Scott had come altogether and Kate had elected to be the designated driver so they were covered there. The four at the kitchen table proceeded to play Cards Against Humanity, and Kate watched for a couple of rounds before she decided to sit on the floor with the puppies by the fireplace. 

Sam and Jake sat on the couch closest to the fireplace and Georgia laid across Tyler’s lap on the other, larger couch, drifting in and out of a light sleep. He knew she was completely wiped out after today. He vowed to tuck her in later, do night check on the horses, let the dogs out one last time before bed, and come back to cuddle. Georgia had been satisfied with his plan. She glanced over at Kate.

“Psst. Kate.” She whispered, snapping her fingers at the blond. Kate whipped her head around, but kept her hand on Waffles, who had joined Rocco and Pancake by the fire. 

“Yeah?” She asked, with a small smirk. Her eyes were wide. 

“So...Scott or Javi?” Georgia asked and Tyler, who had been checking some comments, looked over at her, curious as well. She shrugged.

“Javi is a really good, old friend...Scott is...I don’t know...not what I expected. He’s new...kind of like a fresh start, I guess? But...we’re not labeling anything so...” Kate explained, exchanging glances with Scott briefly. He hadn’t heard what they were talking about, but her look told him all he needed to know. 

“Not labeling it?. Has he taken you on any dates?” Georgia asked, sitting up slightly. Tyler helped her, readjusting himself so that she was snug between his legs. He placed a pillow between her back and his crotch so that she wouldn’t be leaning fully on him. 

“We’re not labeling it.” Kate said firmly, but with a lilt of humor in her voice still. Georgia smirked and relaxed back against Tyler, whose arm dropped from the top of the couch, where he had been petting Grits, to rest over her breasts. Georgia turned slightly to gaze at Tyler who wore a dirty smirk as he continued to read and reply to comments. His gaze never left the phone, but his hand began to massage circles into one of her breasts, coaxing her into closing her eyes. 

Jake was comfortable on the other couch, his arm over Sam’s shoulder. She had her head rested against his shoulder and one of her legs draped over his. 

“Can we talk about the fact that you and Tyler are twins? That’s insane.” Kate said, shifting to look at Jake. He smiled.

“He always says he’s the better looking twin, like. We’re the same. We would always argue about it too.” Jake chuckled and Tyler blew air from his lips.

“I am better lookin’. You’re too clean shaven. To be honest Jakey, you’re a little too gay lookin’.” Tyler chuckled and Jake had every reason to throw something at him, even though he knew his brother was joking, but he wouldn’t because Georgia was laying on top of him.

“If Georgia wasn’t layin’ on you...I’d come over there and beat your ass.” Jake murmured and Tyler glanced over, finally peeling his eyes from his phone with a toothy and mischievous grin. 

“C’mon over here. I’ll drop you from where I lay.” Tyler goaded and Jake shifted, a feral smirk on his lips. Sam glanced between them, not sure if they were serious. 

“Oh stop it boys. Tyler...” Georgia groaned, squeezing his knee. She knew they were kidding and weren’t going to do anything, Kate was giggling on the floor.

“Wait, wait. Who’s stronger?” She asked and they both said ‘me’ at the same time. They whipped their heads to look at each other and then laughed the exact same bellowing laugh. Everyone in the kitchen looked over, regarding the twins with humor and then focused back on their game. Tyler moved his hand from Georgia’s breasts, down to her stomach. He splayed his large hand across it and felt a small kick from Jaycen. Georgia’s eyes shot open and she smiled.

“You woke him up.” She whispered and Tyler said a small ‘sorry buddy’ before placing his phone down on the coffee table. He moved his other hand to her belly as well, then she covered his hands with hers. 

“I think we should have a ropin’ competition.” Tyler said, glancing over at his brother, who was watching him intently as if studying what he was doing for his wife. Jake shot him an easy smile.

“I haven’t roped in years. We didn’t do it with Kenny the past two years cause his arthritis has been so bad. Did you call them by the way?” Jake asked and Tyler nodded.

“Yeah. This mornin’. Kenny said he was actually feelin’ pretty good even though it was chilly. He said momma’s not feelin’ well so they’re not gonna stop by until after New Year’s.” Tyler explained as he could see worry flash over Jake’s expression. 

“She okay?” Jake asked and Tyler shook his head.

“Kenny said she just has a cough and the sniffles. She just doesn’t wanna get any of us sick, ‘specially Gee.” Tyler’s hands turned, intertwining his fingers with hers. She was breathing so quietly he thought she might’ve been asleep, but she wasn’t. She was just resting her eyes from the lights in the room. 

A couple more hours went by and as the rest of the Wranglers settled down. They were all fairly tired and had begun to clear up the cards. Kate had mosied over at one point and leaned on Scott’s shoulders. He glanced up at her and smiled but that was as much as they’d let on and let everyone see. 

When it was time for everyone to head home, they all thanked Tyler and Georgia for having the party. They all took home some food and dessert. They also all hugged Jake and Sam, happy to have finally met Tyler’s brother and his fiance. Boone had met Jake before so he left with a ‘nice to see you again’ and they left. Tyler and Jake put jackets and boots on and made their way out to the barn to do night check and let the dogs all have their last potty break before bed. The ladies cleaned up the last of the dishes and then said goodnight to each other and headed to their respective rooms. 

As quickly as they could, the brothers checked the horses’ blankets, fed them some more hay, and closed up the barn for the night, they both glanced up at the starry night sky where the moon was framed in a ring of ice, and flurries had just begun again. 

“Snow again? Damn. I don’t remember the last time we got this much snow.” Tyler rubbed his hand together and blew his breath into them as he nudged at Jake, who called for all the dogs. The pack of them came running from wherever they had all been on the arena side of the barn and bounded ahead of the brothers. 

“Man, I’ve been in Cali too long. I kinda miss this part of the country. I wanna see a tornado again.” Jake mused, making Tyler chuckle.

“You can stay as long as you want...or need. Or, you can always come back as much as you want. There will always be room here for you and Sam.” Tyler wrapped an arm around his brother’s shoulders. “I miss you a shit load. Miss my wingman.”

“Yeah...I missed you too. A whole helluva lot.” Jake said as he squeezed Tyler’s bicep playfully. They headed inside, brushing the snow of their jackets at the door and toweling off the dogs. They all placed themselves around the fireplace and on the couches for the night and respectfully let their humans go to bed.

Tyler found Georgia breathing softly, nearly asleep. She awoke briefly as Tyler settled under the covers beside her, stripped down to just his boxers so that he could effectively steal some of her warmth. She nuzzled close to him and he wrapped his arms firmly around her, a small noise of satisfaction emitted from his throat as they both easily fell asleep.

Jake, on the other hand, was still very awake. Sam was curled under the covers and when she felt Jake’s muscular frame wrap around her, she pressed back into him. He kissed her neck, then her shoulder, and then he pulled the covers down to expose her naked form. She giggled softly as he continued down her body.

“Have to be quiet, babygirl.” He whispered as his hands traveled up and down her body, eliciting soft whimpers from her the more he touched her. He draped the sheets over their bodies and without much more than a few swipes of his fingers, he was pressing inside of Sam. She gasped at how hot and hard he was for her, knowing that had been building up throughout the day. He leaned down to kiss her as he began to move, slow and deep thrusts that made Sam hang onto him for dear life. It wasn’t just the physical power he put into it but the gravity of the intimacy between them that made tears sting her eyes that she hoped he didn’t see. They were not out of sadness in any way. They were of happiness because Jake made her the happiest she’d ever been when she was with him.

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Christmas morning was chilly and even more snow had fallen overnight. A true white Christmas.

Tyler and Georgia awoke early to go out and feed the horses, letting all the dogs out in the process. Georgia especially had come to like the little red dachshund for his attitude and courageous spirit. Grits could be a bit of a bull at times and where Rocco was older, he taught the puppy and little bit of respect. It was something that the Malinois could probably get across just as well, but the long and little red dog commanded the room when he walked in and that was good for the whole pack. Grits grew to like the little guy too, but his favorite was Ballast. He could rough house with the other male dog and Ballast could take everything that Grits threw at him. In a way,  the two dogs' relationship was symbolic of Tyler and Jake's. Cut from the same cloth, they as well as their human counterparts, were duty bound to protect their families. 

Jake and Sam slept in a little. It was about eight A.M. before Jake's eyes fluttered open, one at a time, and he was made very aware of where he had positioned himself. He was wrapped tightly around Sam, his returning muscles flexed protectively and possessively around her. One of her legs was over his and he was painfully hard against her core. The air in the room was cool but under the blankets it was an inferno and Jake's skin was sticky with sweat, not only from sleep, but from their love-making late last night. He'd nearly fallen asleep inside her. In fact, he was sure he had, so at some point he'd slipped out. 

Sam stirred, nudging him, her arms curled into his chest. Her head was tucked under his chin and Jake pressed a feather light kiss to her forehead. She inhaled their shared scent, sweat and sex heavy in her nostrils, bringing her out of her slumber. Jake reached up, tangling his fingers in her hair and guiding her lips to his. She whimpered softly, the thigh that was draped over him pulling him in further. 

“Merry Christmas, Jake.” She whispered and then sucked in a sharp breath as he, like last night, thrust into her leisurely. He didn't need to ask permission. There was an unspoken contract between them now, her movements giving him the go ahead. She would always hesitate if she didn't want him and he knew that deep in his core. And by far, morning sex was her favorite with him, because Jake was extra intimate when he'd just awoken. 

“Merry Christmas, Samantha. I love you.” He gently tugged at her roots, earning a soft moan from her. Her nails dug into his pecs, surely leaving tick marks behind. He growled in approval as he rocked slowly in and out, his movements barely there. 

“I love you too, Jake. I love you so much.” She nearly choked on the words as he increased the force, his loins burning with need for release. Her hands made their way to his hair, coaxing him closer and closer to the edge. His fingers left her hair and travel down, one set tracing heavy circles on her clit, the other kneading one of her breasts. His lips stayed locked with hers and before she could even say anything she was clamping down on his length and making him come first, following shortly thereafter with his help. She moaned into the kiss and she felt his lips draw up into a devilish smirk as he stilled, and spilled inside of her. 

“Ohhh god, Jake, it feels so good. You feel so good.” Her words were strangled, pleasure dripping from every syllable as he too voiced his ecstasy. He hummed, and pulled his fingers from her clit and grasped her hip, rubbing up and down her thigh. He purred as his mouth covered her again, his tongue caressing hers in a gentle gesture full of contentment. 

When they parted finally, they both let out heavy sighs, panting and sharing each other's air as they came down from their high. As the sage green depths of his eyes met hers, he saw surety. He saw emptiness of fear, and the pretty chocolate brown fill with delight as she shifted against him. Their noses touched as she searched, seeing only love reflect back to her in the morning light.

“This is the best present I could ask for, by the way.” He said softly and she let her lips touch his for a moment.

“Maybe soon, there will be another present on the way.” She murmured, and Jake's irises lit up at the thought of that. Never had he wanted something more than what she was giving him in that moment. Hope for the future and all the love she could ever spare.

They spent some time just touching each other as they untangled from the messy sheets. Then they dressed in comfortable clothes and headed downstairs where Tyler and Georgia had begun to make breakfast. Jake again, observed his brother's easy demeanor and gentle way around Georgia. Like he and Sam, they stole kisses and touches every chance they got, and they weren't afraid to let anyone see it either. Jake could only think in that moment how much love they had between them and how much they were going to give to the little boy that was due in a few short months. 

Jake always knew his brother would be a good father, because when they were younger, he took care of Jake. He always looked out for him but he taught him more than Kenny or Jeannie could about life. It had been the two boys against the world and even though their parents loved then unconditionally, the bond between the brothers was more than they could ever give. It was a different kind of love and one that Jake needed, especially now. Jake hadn't had any nightmares since coming down to Stillwater. He could only hope that he was on the back end of his mental strife and it was thanks in part to the environment that his brother fostered. 

They sat briefly for breakfast and then gathered on the couch. Tyler took the lead, handing out presents, knowing that there was one that he desperately wanted to save for the very end.

He gave Jake his first, from him and Georgia, a Carhartt jacket in a dark blue color that fit him perfectly. Jake had brought an old one with him that had rips and tears and had been well used but often forgotten in his closet in the warm California climate. In Jake's box underneath the jacket was also a tactical collar, two inches wide with a handle, and sandy brown with ‘Ballast’ embroidered in lime green. It was a little big so that the dog would grow into it. 

They gifted Sam a similar package except her jacket was a pretty lavender color, and Georgia had picked out a hat and gloves of the same shade. There were similar collars for both Muster and Rocco, hers being the sand brown with hot pink writing, and Rocco's with blue embroidering.

They had ordered the same type of collars for their own dogs, except theirs were grey bases with Grits’ color being red, Waffles was a light blue, and Pancake's purple.

It was then Sam and Jake's turn to give their gifts to Tyler and Georgia. Their gift to both of them was something they hadn't even been able to look at yet, but Sam had picked it out and Jake had agreed heavily on it. It was a crib for Jaycen, which Jake offered to help Tyler put together. They were ecstatic, seeing as they'd just finished painting the nursery walls. 

Then there were the individual gifts. Sam's to Jake was the boots, as well as an amalgamation of clothes, including hats, sweatshirts, t-shirts, and a couple of pairs of jeans. Jake had gotten Sam something that she couldn't have now, but could cash in any time he was back up in the air.

“I talked to Cyclone...he gave me the okay once I'm airworthy, I can take you up in a jet. I know you never got to and you've always wanted to.” She threw her arms around him and kissed him deeply. Not only did that mean a lot to her, but it would mean a lot that Jake kept his promise to her father, to keep her safe and to give her anything that he couldn't. 

Tyler's present to Georgia was the halters for her horses. When she opened the box and looked them all over, be could see her eyes get misty. 

“These are perfect, Ty.” She said hugging him. She drew back and pulled her phone out to show him a picture. “Lennon offered to go get it for you. Should be here this afternoon.” It was a blue pipe cattle roping chute. He'd been showing her pictures of different ones and he'd seen that particular one, almost brand new, up on Facebook Marketplace. He vowed he'd get one eventually, but Georgia could see how bad he'd wanted it. So she took a little from her savings and sent Lennon and Ophelia on an adventure to pick it up. 

“How'd’ you know?” He asked, kissing her forehead. She smirked.

“Just know things sometimes.” She laughed and Tyler conceded with her for that. 

There was one more present under the tree. A small box, left unopened. It was in pretty silver paper and it was no bigger than Tyler’s palm as he handed it to Georgia. She carefully unwrapped it, revealing a small blue velvet box. Georgia’s eyes shot up to look at Tyler, who was kneeling on one knee in front of her. 

“You already...” Georgia started but Tyler took the box and opened it, a beautiful diamond with a rose gold band sparking in the morning light. 

“I know but It didn’t feel right you not havin’ a ring. I know you said its not a big deal but it is to me. So now you have one. That is if you still want to be my wife.” Tyler joked and Georgia flung her arms around his neck, nearly strangling him. 

“Of course I still want to be your wife, you silly man!” Georgia exclaimed. “I would never want anyone else!”

A wide smile crossed Jake's lips, not knowing the full story,but not needing to. Whatever Tyler's reason for not having a ring in the first place was, it just showed that when he was committed to something or someone, he gave it his all. Jake knew Tyler made brash decisions and this had clearly been one of them, but it had also been calculated. Tyler made quick decisions but he also thought on them for long periods of time and Jake also knew that Tyler had always only had eyes for one woman and that was Georgia. It didn't surprise him one bit that Tyler followed through and made her his wife. 

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Home for Christmas

Kenny Liu x Reader

On Christmas Eve, Kenny surprises you by decorating your home with a tree, a crackling fire, and a present. He wanted to be able to bring Christmas to you. You surprise him with a gift as well, and your night becomes something more as you share a kiss.

The cold winter air stung your cheeks as you hurried up the path to your house, boots crunching softly against the thin layer of snow. It was nearly nightfall, and that familiar sense of dread hung over you like a storm cloud. Get inside before they come out. It was a rule everyone knew. No exceptions.

Your house stood quietly at the end of the street, tucked away behind a patch of frosted shrubs. It wasn’t much, but it was yours. Your safe space. Your little slice of comfort in a world that didn’t offer much of it.

Your heart gave a small jolt as you noticed a faint glow from inside. Golden light flickered through the curtains — not the steady hum of a lantern, but something softer. Your pace quickened, boots crunching faster. Did I leave something on? You didn’t think so, but you couldn’t image what that light was.

You reached the door, fingers fumbling for the key. The lock clicked, and you pushed it open.

The smell of pine hit you first. Crisp, earthy, familiar. Your eyes widened as you stepped inside, and your heart nearly stopped.

There, in the corner of your living room, stood a Christmas tree. Not a perfect, store-bought tree — no, it was wild and a little lopsided, branches sticking out at odd angles. But it was there. Tinsel wrapped clumsily around it, bits of fabric tied like ribbons on the branches. At the very top, a carved, wooden star.

Tiny lanterns hung on the tree like makeshift ornaments, their soft glow flickering like Christmas lights. The glow you’d seen outside wasn’t from the lanterns, though. It was from the fireplace. Actual flames danced in the hearth, warmth seeping into every corner of the room.

Your breath hitched in your chest, tears already prickling at the edges of your eyes.

“Surprise.”

You spun around, your eyes landing on Kenny standing in the kitchen doorway, hands shoved into his coat pockets, a sheepish smile tugging at his lips. His jacket was dusted with snow, and his hair was a mess, strands sticking up in every direction. His cheeks were pink from the cold.

“You…” You blinked rapidly, taking a step closer. “You did this?”

“Yeah.” He shrugged like it wasn’t a big deal, but his gaze stayed fixed on you, watching your reaction. “You kept talking about how much you love Christmas, how it’s your favorite holiday, so…” He scratched the back of his head, eyes darting toward the tree. “Figured I’d bring Christmas to you.”

You stared at him, lips parted in shock. Your heart swelled so suddenly it felt like you might burst. A single tear slid down your cheek and a small laugh broke from your lips. You were in disbelief that he remembered. Every word you’d said about your family, about missing Christmas, about how much it hurt to be alone this year — he’d listened. Not only did he listen, he made it happen. He brought Christmas to you.

“Kenny,” you breathed, your voice shaking. “This is… this is the most thoughtful thing anyone’s ever done for me.”

He glanced down, a small, shy smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “Well, I figured if we can’t be with our families, we can at least be with each other. I want you to know you’re never alone here.”

That was it. That was all it took for you to throw your arms around him, burying your face into his coat. He stiffened at first, surprised, but then his arms wrapped around you, holding you tight. His embrace was steady and solid, his chin resting lightly on the top of your head.

“Thank you,” you mumbled against his chest.

“Anytime,” he murmured, his voice low and soft.

—

After you’d changed, you sat with Kenny in front of the fireplace. The soft glow of the flames cast golden light across his face, flickering shadows making his features look even softer than usual. His jacket was draped over the back of the chair, and his sleeves were rolled up to his forearms as he sat cross-legged on the floor beside you.

The tree glowed softly behind you both, its handmade decorations swaying gently whenever the flames flickered too hard. It felt like a dream — like for just one night, this town wasn’t so bad.

“I have something for you,” Kenny said suddenly, reaching into his coat pocket.

You raised an eyebrow, curious. “What, you didn’t do enough already?”

He chuckled as he pulled out a small, wrapped bundle of fabric. It was tied with a simple string, but the fabric had been folded so neatly, you knew he’d spent time on it. His hands lingered for a second before he held it out to you.

“Go on,” he said, nodding toward it. “Open it.”

You took it carefully, fingers brushing over the fabric. You glanced at him once more, and his eyes softened in that way that made your chest ache in the best possible way. Slowly, you untied the string and unwrapped it.

Inside was a small, hand-carved figurine. It was rough, the edges a little uneven, but you knew exactly what it was. A wolf. Its face was tilted upward, howling at some invisible moon. The details weren’t perfect, but they didn’t need to be.

Your fingers traced over the carved lines, breath catching in your throat. “You made this?”

“Yeah,” he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck, his gaze flicking between you and the fire. “Found a piece of wood behind Colony House. Took me a while to get it right.”

You stared at him, heart thudding so hard you were sure he could hear it.

“I remember you telling me about that wolf you used to see near your house,” he said softly. “Thought maybe it could keep you company.”

“Kenny, I…” Your voice cracked, and you laughed, shaking your head. “I made you something too.”

His eyes widened, head tilting in surprise. “You did?”

You ran to the kitchen, grabbing the present that you wrapped with newspaper. You’d spent hours on this. Every night after curfew, you’d stayed up by lantern light, making sure every detail was just right. Your fingers still ached from it, but it had been worth it.

You made it back to your spot on the floor, and handed it to him, chewing your bottom lip nervously.

“Don’t laugh, okay?” you said, only half-joking.

He took it slowly, his gaze darting from you to the package, his brow furrowed in confusion. “Why would I laugh?”

“Just… open it.”

His fingers were careful as he peeled back the paper. Slowly, it revealed a canvas. The moment he saw it, his breath hitched. He pulled the paper away entirely, his eyes going wide as he stared at it.

It was a painting of him.

But it wasn’t just him. It was him sitting in front of the chessboard at Colony House, his brow furrowed in focus, his lips pursed in that determined way he always did when he was thinking too hard. His hand hovered over one of the chess pieces, mid-move. The firelight flickered behind him, casting warm oranges and deep shadows across his face. Every detail was there — his strong jawline, the crinkle between his brows, the steady focus in his eyes.

For once, he didn’t say anything. He just stared at it, his eyes scanning every part of the canvas like he couldn’t believe it was real.

You shifted nervously, heart pounding. “It’s not perfect,” you blurted, feeling the need to fill the silence. “The shading on your face is off, and I couldn’t quite get your hair right, but—”

He looked up at you so fast it made you stop talking.

“Are you kidding?” he said, his voice barely more than a whisper. “It’s incredible.” His gaze dropped back to the painting, his fingers brushing lightly over the canvas, like he didn’t want to smudge it. “You did this? For me?”

“Yeah,” you said, a shy smile tugging at your lips. “For you.”

He shook his head, letting out a soft, disbelieving laugh. His fingers ran over his face, then back through his hair, eyes still on the painting.

“I don’t even know what to say,” he muttered, glancing at you with the softest, most grateful expression you’d ever seen on him. “I’ve never had anyone do something like this for me.”

Your heart swelled.

“Good,” you said, voice quiet but steady. “Because you deserve it.”

He blinked at you for a moment, something shifting in his eyes. He leaned forward, and you didn’t move. You didn’t want to move. Slowly, he cupped the side of your face, his fingers warm against your skin.

His eyes searched yours for just a second longer, like he was making sure you were okay with it. Then, he leaned in and kissed you.

It was slow, soft, and warm — like the glow of the fire behind you. His lips lingered on yours, steady and sure, like he’d been thinking about this for a long time. When he pulled away, his forehead pressed against yours, his breath brushing against your cheek.

“Merry Christmas,” he whispered.

You smiled, eyes still closed. “Merry Christmas, Kenny.”

For the first time in a long time, it didn’t feel like you were just surviving.

For the first time, it felt like home.

[flickynightdarkness]

Waves 1-18 Of My Comfort Characters List

Oggy & Olivia (Oggy & The Cockroaches)

Little Miss Sunshine & Little Miss Shy (Little Misses)

Mr Quiet & Mr. Scatterbrain (Mr Men Show)

Hello Kitty, My Melody & Cinnamoroll (Sanrio)

Jigglypuff, Hypno, Eevee, Pichu, Torchic, Jirachi, Manaphy, Darkrai, Alice, Alicia, Dwebble, Iris & Sylveon (Pokémon)

Atsuover, Rageminer, Dawko, Jaiden Animations, CookieSwirlC, Nicky Tate, WolfyChu, Rosanna Pansino, Ava Ryan (YouTubers)

Holly & Nanny Plum (Ben & Holly's Little Kingdom)

Shaggy (Scooby Doo)

Slinky Dog, Jessie, Trixie & Bonnie (Toy Story)

Kasane Teto, Kagamine Rin & Hatsune Miku (Vocaloids)

Bubble (BFDI)

Cake, X & Winner (BFB + TPOT)

Lightbulb, Paintbrush, Bow & MePad (Inanimate Insanity)

Sonic, Tails, Vector, Chip, Cream, Chao, Orbot, Cubot, Zavok, Zazz & Tails Doll (Sonic The Hedgehog)

Mario, Luigi, Yoshi, Rosalina, Boo, Count Bleck & Tippi (Super Mario)

Dum Mee Mee (Shopkins)

Tinky Winky, Dipsy, Laa-Laa & Po (Teletubbies)

Oswald The Lucky Rabbit

Jack Skellington (Nightmare Before Christmas)

XR (Buzz Lightyear Of Star Command)

Garnet, Amethyst & Pearl (Steven Universe)

Giulia (Luca)

Wall-E & EVE (Wall-E)

Sunflower (Plants Vs Zombies)

Scarecrow & Mad Hatter (BTAS)

Scarecrow (TNBA)

Scarecrow (The Brave & The Bold)

Scarecrow (Arkham Asylum)

Scarecrow (Arkham Knight)

Scarecrow (Injustice 2)

Scarecrow & King Shark (Harley Quinn Series)

Scarecrow (Happy Halloween Scooby Doo)

Ragdoll (The Batman Series)

Question (DCAU)

Harley Quinn (MultiVersus)

SpongeBob, Patrick Star, Gary The Snail & Sandy Cheeks (SpongeBob SquarePants)

Moomimtroll, Moominmamma & Snorkmaiden (Moomin Series)

Numbuh 3/Kuki Sanban, Numbuh 5/Abigail Lincoln, Mushi Sanban, Numbuh 9/Maurice, Father/Benedict Wigglestein & Monty Uno/Numbuh 0 (Codename: Kids Next Door)

The Snatcher (A Hat In Time)

Poppet, Jeepers, Shishi, Sleepypaws, Baby Rox, Kissy, Captain Squirk & Dr. Strangeglove (Moshi Monsters)

Needlem0use & Luther Artwright (Needlem0use)

Pinkie Pie, Apple Bloom & Flurry Heart (My Little Pony)

505 & White Hat (Villainous)

Odie (Garfield)

Humf

Lilo, Stitch & Angel (Lilo & Stitch)

Candy Cat & Bunzo Bunny (Poppy Playtime)

F, P & Y (Alphabet Lore)

Rover, Isabelle, Timmy Nook & Tommy Nook (Animal Crossing)

Boo (Monsters Inc)

Orbulon (Warioware)

ENA

Felix & King Candy (Wreck It Ralph)

Bill Cipher (Gravity Falls)

Mio Mao

Edd, Matt, Tom & Tord (Eddsworld)

Tuffy & Tyke (Tom & Jerry)

Roy O'Brien (ROY Series)

Moon Knight (Marvel)

Mama (Cooking Mama)

PukeyHurlC (Grossery Gang)

Toriel, Napstablook, Sans & Papyrus (Undertale)

Jevil (Deltarune)

Boyfriend, Girlfriend, Hex, Tabi, Sunday, Sarvente, Nikusa, Annie, Garcello, Chris, Legacy Annie/Rascal & QT (Friday Night Funkin)

Soft! Boyfriend (FNF: Soft)

Red Guy, Duck Guy, Electracey, Bread Mother & Lesley (Don't Hug Me I'm Scared)

Puss In Boots, Kitty Softpaws, Three Diablos & Perrito (Puss In Boots)

Korekiyo Shinguji (Danganronpa)

Dave Algebra Class

SCP-049/Plague Doctor & SCP-999/Tickle Monster (SCP)

Skid, Pump, Robert, Jaune & Streber (Spooky Month)

Shirousa & Kurousa (Sugar Bunnies)

Bingo & Snorky (Banana Splits)

Dr. Nefarious (Ratchet & Clank)

Grim Reaper (Grim Adventures Of Billy & Mandy)

Spot The Dog

Harry Hill, Robert Englund, Charles Martinet & Tom Kenny (Celebrities)

Slushi, Cofi & Bezel (Chikn Nuggit)

Foxy, Funtime Freddy & Sun (Five Nights At Freddy's)

Toothless (How To Train Your Dragon)

Gingy (Shrek)

Neo Cortex, Aku Aku, Dingodile, Lani-Loli & Kapuna-Wa (Crash Bandicoot)

Pipsqueak (The Lorax)

Secret History Tails (Mashed)

Lord X Hog & Curse (EXEs)

Majin Sonic

MX (Mario 85)

Eri, Tsuyu Asui & Ms Joke (My Hero Academia)

Suki (Avatar: The Last Airbender)

Sonic (Sonic The Hedgehog Movie)

Shuey Rhon Rhon (Beijing 2022 Paralympics Mascot)

Miraitowa & Someity (Tokyo 2020 Olympic Mascots)

Inky (Pac-Man)

Mirabel Madrigal & Pepa Madrigal (Encanto)

Meilin Lee & Abby Park (Turning Red)

Wanda (Fairly Oddparents)

Bender (Futurama)

Rayman

N (Murder Drones)

EteleD & Corrupt Mii (Wii Deleted You)

Taki (Friday Night Fever)

Unikitty (Unikitty Series)

Della Duck (Ducktales)

Hypno & Lost Silver/Gold (Pokepasta)

Shinto (FNF: Lullaby)

Pim (Smiling Friends)

Wednesday Addams (Wednesday Series)

Komasan (Yo-Kai Watch)

Sayori & Monika (Doki Doki Literature Club)

Kirby & Meta Knight (Kirby)

Chudd Chudders & DangerGrid Of Doom (Skatoony)

Bendy (BATDR)

Boris & Sammy Lawrence (BATIM)

Tari & Meggy Spletzer (SMG4)

Zardy (Zardy's Maze)

Scar (Alien Vs Predator)

Mugman & Baroness Von Bon Bon (The Cuphead Show)

Charlie Morningstar, Angel Dust & Alastor (Hazbin Hotel)

Slender Man, Splendor Man & Lulu (Creepypasta)

Mario.EXE (Mario's Madness)

Blitzo, Moxxie & Colin (Helluva Boss)

Woolly & Tig

Sam (Trick R Treat)

Hank Anderson (Detroit: Become Human)

Mr. Shark (The Bad Guys)

Charles Calvin, Reginald Copperbottom, Right Hand Man & Dmitri Petrov (Henry Stickmin)

Grogu (The Mandalorian)

Hanazuki

Pusheen The Cat

Anya Forger (Spy X Family)

Slappy (Goosebumps)

Zoe Kusama (Criminal Case)

Flaky (Happy Tree Friends)

Pim (Smiling Friends)

[carewyncromwell]

Day 2 (Second Wizarding War) for @hphm-ship-week

"There is no life I know To compare with pure imagination: Living there, you'll be free If you truly wish to be --

Somewhere out there, If love can see us through, Then we'll be together... Somewhere out there, Out where dreams come true..."

~"Neverland Medley" by Kenny Loggins

x~x~x~x

The Second Wizarding War was a scary time. Many people throughout Wizarding Britain went into hiding, while still others were forced to cower in place, trying desperately to hold onto some stability for themselves and their loved ones in the midst of Voldemort and the Death Eaters' reign of terror.

One of those people in hiding was the Montrose Magpies' Captain and Star Chaser, Orion Amari, and his infant daughter, Eos.

Orion had become a single father on the eve of all-out War, when his girlfriend and Eos's mother Delilah Flint left them in favor of the safety of her pureblood family's home. Because Orion was an orphan with no concrete knowledge of his ancestry, he was inevitably going to be a target, and since he refused to put up little Eos for adoption, he ultimately had to find his own way into hiding with Eos on his own. Fortunately Orion must've had some kind of guardian angel watching over him, because even when he was caught by the Muggle-Born Registration Commission and he and Eos were dragged to the Ministry, he was smuggled out by several resistance members -- including a red-haired young woman he hadn't seen in person in six years...

Orion and Eos spent the remainder of their time in hiding at the home of an elderly Squib named Arabella Figg. It wasn't exactly a comfortable arrangement. The house was rather stuffy with ugly mustard-colored carpet and flower-patterned furniture; everything smelled strongly of cabbage thanks to the many anti-arthritis tonics brewed in the kitchen; and Orion and Eos had to share a small room with Eos sleeping in a padded dresser drawer in place of a crib. But fortunately Mrs. Figg had a collection of cat/kneazle hybrids living with her, all of which immediately took to Orion and would sit on his lap for hours, if he let them. They also seemed to sense that Eos was a "human kitten" in need of protection -- the oldest of them, a black-and-gray one named Tibbles, would often let Eos sit next to him on the floor and grab lightly at clumps of his fur while she watched Mrs. Figg's television.

On Boxing Day 1998, Eos had been sitting with Tibbles on the floor in front of the television, absently watching a car crash on the evening news, when Orion picked up the remote and switched the channel.

"Something a bit more peaceful, perhaps, little Mooncalf," he said, giving his daughter's head a light pat.

He flipped the channel, moving past a boxing match and a family sitcom, before landing on what looked like a fairy, hovering over a crying baby.

Orion couldn't help but pause. The baby crying on the television interested Tibbles -- the cat's ears perked up and his pupils became slits as he listened. Eos was rather oblivious: she'd started chewing on the binky in her mouth.

"Tink..." a man spoke in voice-over. "You came and you saved me. You brought me to Neverland. You taught me to fly..."

Orion slowly eased himself down onto the sofa, watching as the fairy on the television led the baby away through the sky.

The thing on television, it turned out, was an American film called Hook, a retelling of the story of Peter Pan, from the perspective of an adult Peter going back to Neverland to save his children from his old nemesis Captain Hook. Orion watched the movie with more interest even than Eos did, his black eyes softening as Peter moved to give the sleeping Moira a kiss and even more so when he saw the older Tink, with her red hair cut rather like that young woman he hadn't seen since Hogwarts, but who saved them from the Death Eater-controlled Ministry.

"I can see why you have trouble finding a happy thought...so many sad memories, Peter..."

"…Do you…not have a family, Orion?"

That girl who would become that woman's eyes had also been so sad, realizing this. As if she'd taken Orion's whole life into her own chest and felt the loneliness collected over eleven whole years all at once, in that one moment. As if for however much sadness she herself might've known, the thought of not having a family was so horrible to her, she could hardly fathom it...

"What's this that's playing?" asked Mrs. Figg as she came into the room with a tea service. After watching a bit, she smiled. "Oh, that's Robin Williams, isn't it? I remember him -- he was on that one episode of Happy Days, playing the alien. He's a funny Muggle..."

Orion nodded without really paying much mind. He was too focused on the television, and on the happy family scene of Peter holding his baby son Jack for the first time.

For a moment, he was back in that Healers' ward, holding Eos for the first time. Cradling a little bundle of sunshine he was terrified of holding wrong, but who somehow made him feel braver and stronger than he knew anyone could feel.

"I know why I came back -- I know why I grew up. ...I wanted to be a father..."

With a smile, Orion brought a hand up to wipe the moisture from his eyes before he leaned forward, scooping up Eos so he could bring her into his lap. He watched the rest of Hook with his infant daughter in his lap, a smile on his face and -- at least one more time, when all of the Lost Boys, Peter's children, and especially Tinker Bell spoke of their belief in Peter -- some more traces of tears.

"…Maybe you can’t believe in yourself yet…but I hope you know just how many people do believe in you."

Something about Tink in this movie really reminded Orion of her.

By the time the movie was finally over, Eos had fallen asleep in her father's lap. Orion picked up the remote and turned off the television, before scooping Eos up into his arms and heading to their room to lay her down for a nap in her comfy little dresser drawer bed.

Upon his return, Mrs. Figg poured Orion a cup of tea and the two talked a bit more seriously.

"I've not received much word at all from the outside," Mrs. Figg admitted somberly. "Save for some notes hidden in my usual package of baked goods...I really do hope I'll have the chance to thank Miss Flume for her kindness..."

"She sustains us with good food as well as news, and for that, we must be grateful," Orion agreed.

He glanced at the window. The blinds were just about always drawn these days -- Orion suspected Mrs. Figg was afraid her Muggle neighbors would catch wind of her and Eos staying there.

Mrs. Figg sipped her tea. "Yes...Miss Flume said that it has been difficult for her to obtain news about Hogwarts, but fortunately it sounds like her contact at the Ministry is still intact."

Orion perked up, interested. "At the Ministry? Do you mean Carewyn Cromwell?"

"Cromwell?" said Mrs. Figg, startled. "No, no — I believe it’s a Potterwatch correspondent, though I forget which one..."

"Ah, yes. Of course."

Orion wished he didn't feel quite so disappointed. He feigned nonchalance as he took another sip of his tea.

"I've heard of the name Carewyn Cromwell, though,” Mrs. Figg said thoughtfully. "I think Professor Dumbledore mentioned she was a lawyer at the Ministry..."

Orion nodded. "Carewyn Cromwell was meant to be an advocate. Since we first met, her thought has always been to support and help others…whether to replace an injured player on the pitch or to break curses plaguing a school."

Even if Carewyn would've undoubtedly been happier living a calmer, more peaceful life, she'd always placed others' needs first. Much like that red-haired fairy who loved the boy she'd rescued so much that she was willing to say goodbye to him forever, if it meant he and his family would be happy…

"Sounds like you greatly esteem her," Mrs. Figg said with a raised eyebrow.

Orion looked away to obscure his smile. "It'd be hard not to."

Tufty the cat "made biscuits" on Orion’s thigh as she settled into his lap. Orion gave the yellow Kneazle cat a light scratch under the chin.

"Arabella," Orion said after a long moment, "would it be possible for you to send a message back with Miss Flume, when she sends along her next package?"

Mrs. Figg blinked. "Well, I — I suppose." Her lips turned up knowingly. "…Do you wish to give her something to send along for Miss Cromwell?"

"There's nothing in particular I want to send," Orion said noncommittally. "I merely was contemplating the feasibility of the matter."

Mrs. Figg looked a bit skeptical as she rested down her empty cup down on her saucer.

"Yes, well, if you…change your mind on that, I daresay Miss Flume's contact would send something along, if you wanted. Goodness knows we all have felt a bit disconnected from the ones we love as of late…"

She got up from the sofa and headed to the kitchen with the remnants of her tea service, leaving Orion alone to finish his tea. Putting down his own cup, he glanced at the blind-covered window again, his hand absently ruffling the fur beside the purring Tufty’s ears.

It would be silly to reach out to Carewyn just because he was thinking of her, Orion told himself. He didn’t really know what he’d want to say, really — "I saw this character in this Muggle movie tonight and she made me think of you" seemed like a rather trite sentiment under the circumstances. If all it took was sending Carewyn an owl, then he would've thought nothing of it, but it was risky enough for Miss Flume and her contacts to send any messages at all, let alone for non-emergencies.

Still Orion couldn’t fully put the thought away as he sat alone in the living room, petting Tufty the Kneazle cat and sipping his tea.

x~x~x~x

That next week Talbott Winger dropped off a croissant wrapped in a napkin and a coffee on his friend Carewyn’s desk at the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. Inside the napkin was scrawled a doodle that resembled the Reparifarge wand movement.

When Carewyn closed her office door and unTransfigured the napkin, she was left with a small piece of yellow, flower-printed note paper with two short lines of messy, loopy handwriting on it.

I believe in you. Orion

Carewyn read it twice, and then a third time. Finally she took a heavy breath, and her red lips spread into a strained, emotional smile as she gently folded the note and tucked it away safely in her purse.

After a whole week of having to sit in on Umbridge's sham trials and not being able to stop them, knowing that there were people out there, even in hiding, who still had faith in her was a comfort Carewyn could hardly put into words.

[ometochtli2rabbit]

13.0.12.3.13

ox[3] BEN/AAJ - waklajun [16] K'ANKIN

galactic tone: action/ rhythm

sun sign: REED| armadillo/red/east

bless or repair your house - MAYA

yei[3] - ACATL [reed]

Chalchihuitlicue | Tezcatlipoca

huactli [falcon]

lord of the night: Tlazolteotl

trecena [3]: Patectl

x: mahtlactli [10] - hueitozoztli - NAHUA

As this is the last day on the gregorian calendar, here are some songs that mention YEAR:

Steely Dan: Reelin' in the Years

Pet Shop Boys: This Must Be the Place I Waited Years to Leave

Florence + The Machine: 100 Years

Al Stewart: The Year of the Cat

Tegan and Sara: Are You Ten Years Ago

Chris Isaak: Last Month of the Year

Midnight Oil: Forgotten Years

Ella Fitzgerald: What are You Doing New Year's Eve?

Bee Gees: In The Summer of His Years

Natalie Merchant: 7 Years

Phil Collins: Can't Turn Back the Years

Golden Earring: Orwell's Year

Rosanne Cash: Seven Year Ache

The Who: Two Thousand Years

Billy Joel: Two Thousand Years

Patti Smith: My Blakean Year

Eddie Rabbitt: The Best Year of My Life

The Chicks: Favorite Year

Green Day: 2000 Light Years Away

Nancy Wilson: Ten Years of Tears

Tears for Fears: Year of the Knife

Kylie Minogue: Light Years

Pearl Jam: Light Years

Erasure: All Through the Years

Elvis Presley: Hundred Years from Now

Elvis Costello: This Year's Girl

Dolly Parton: Sixteen Years & Rockin' Years

Mike and the Mechanics: The Living Years

ABBA: Happy New Year

Kenny Rogers: Through the Years

Tori Amos: Silent All These Years & Pretty Good Year

Elton John: Sixty Years On

Nina Simone: This Year's Kisses

U2: New Year's Day

Iron Maiden: Wasted Years

Eagles: Funky New Year

Paul Simon: Still Crazy After All These Years

Bob Marley ft Peter Tosh: 400 Years

The Rolling Stones: 100 Years Ago

Fleetwood Mac: A Woman of A Thousand Years

Waylon Jennings: Let's Turn Back the Years

Led Zeppelin: Ten Years Gone

George Harrison: All Those Years Ago

David Bowie: Golden Years & Five Years

Prince: 1000 Light Years From Here

[nightingale2004]

Teen wolf next gen: Malira (Malia x kira) version

June Eliza Tate Yukimura

Faceclaim: Madison Hu

Firstborn daughter Malia Tate and Kira Yukimura and cousin to the Stilinski Hale children

Like Kira, June is also a Kitsune, but she is an ocean kitsune

June takes after Kira, and she is a responsible older sister

Her family is part of the Hale pack

She and Talia are best friends and often bond over their responsibilities to their families

Kira helps June control her inner fox

Master of the sword along with Kira

June made a fencing club in Beacon Hills High (she's the captain.....obviously)

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Kenneth "Ken/Kenny" Luca Tate Yukimura

Faceclaim: Ryan Potter

Second child of Malia and Kira

A big ball of energy and sunshine

He is an werecoyote like Malia

Loves to go on runs in the woods

He has a bit of both of his moms personalities mixed in

He's on the lacrosse team along with Eli

He loves his family

He's a feminist

He tries to be an optimist

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Evelyn "Eve" Kylie Tate Yukimura

Faceclaim: Anna Cathcart

Eve is the youngest in her family

She's a pessimist and takes after Malia and even inherits Malia's brutal honesty bluntness, which gets her into trouble

She is an earth kitsune with her aura looking similar to a coyote fox mix

Is a mini version of Malia and a hint of Peter

Peter visits his grandchildren a lot, and even though everyone in the Hale pack is cautious of him to this day, they somewhat trust him

Fluent in sarcasm

One of the pups in the pack (she doesn't like it either)

More of a boxer than a swordsman

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+ Cora Hale's daughter

Hadley Maeve Hale

Faceclaim: Ciara Bravo

Hadley is the only daughter of Cora Hale

Father unknown

Cora came back to Beacon Hills when she was pregnant with Hadley

She is a part of the Hale pack but is also a pup

Maybe young, but she is intimidating and a force to be reckoned with

Loves her family with a passion

Likes sports (more specifically basketball and lacrosse)

She would not be caught dead in a cheerleading short skirt (or any short skirt)

Lives to embarrass her cousins

She's a bit of a young businesswoman

Speaks fluent sarcasm

Crazy stubborn and has a temper

Tomboy style

She's on the soccor team

[deathmybride]

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ deathmybride masterlist *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Reblog or comment on a series to automatically be added to the taglist or use this google form.

❤️‍🔥 = explicit

Updated 30/01/2025

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ a song of ice and fire (and related fandoms) *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

☆ The Crimson King | Rhaegar Targaryen ☆

Fandom: A Song of Ice and Fire Main pairing: Rhaegar Targaryen x fem!Crannogman!oc Summary: Frida of House Fenn is visiting King's Landing to swear her family's fealty to the new King Rhaegar of the Seven Kingdoms on the day of his coronation, when she experiences a strange encounter with the king himself in the gardens of the Red Keep. Status: Discontinued - I may rewrite this at some stage, which could lead to writing more parts but I have no current plans to do so Word count: 3,298 Chapter count: 1 Last Updated: 24 October 2023 (written mostly in 2022 and earlier)

☆ These Violent Delights | Davos Blackwood ☆

Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 ❤️‍🔥| Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 ❤️‍🔥

Fandom: House of the Dragon Main Pairing: Davos Blackwood x fem!Bracken!oc Summary: Cersha Bracken should never have been at the battle at the burning mill. By the will of the gods, or by pure chance, she found a wounded foe and decided to carry him to safety. As the natural enemies get to know the people beneath the heraldry, house loyalty becomes a complicated sentiment. Status: Ongoing - sporadic updates Word count: 20,382 Chapter count: 9 Last Updated: 11 September 2024

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ bands and musicians *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

☆ Hanging Up My Heart | Duane Allman ☆

Fandom: Classic rock/The Allman Brothers Band Main Pairing: Duane Allman x fem!oc/named!reader Summary: You're content traveling with the Allman Brothers, but when your best friend and fellow groupie chooses to leave to tour with Traffic, will you go with her or stay behind? Status: Completed Word count: 3,544 Chapter count: 1 Last updated: 20 May 2023

☆ Let Me Mend the Past | Ambrose Kenny-Smith ☆

Fandom: King Gizzard and the Lizard Wizard Main Pairing: Ambrose Kenny-Smith x fem!reader/unnamed oc Summary: Years after an adolescent one-night stand, you and Ambrose reunite. Status: Completed Word count: 6,118 Chapter count: 1 Last updated: 29 March 2022

☆ Most of What I Like | King Gizzard and the Lizard Wizard ☆

Part 2

Fandom: King Gizzard and the Lizard Wizard Main pairing: Ambrose/Cavs/Cookie/Eric/Joey/Lucas/Stu x reader (not poly) Summary: Short scenarios in which you are dating the King Gizzard members Status: Discontinued Word count: 2,587 Chapter count: 2 Last updated: 16 April 2023

☆ Winter Wine | Richard Wright ☆

Fandom: Pink Floyd Main pairing: Richard Wright x fem!reader/oc Summary: You go to see The Pink Floyd at the UFO club on New Year's Eve 1966 and hit it off with a certain keyboardist. Status: Complete Word count: 3629 Chapter count: 1 Last updated: 2 May 2023 (originally written 2017-18)

☆ The Earth From a Distance | Andrew Hozier-Byrne ☆

Fandom: Hozier Main pairing: Andrew Hozier-Byrne x fem!oc Summary: Gráinne moved to Dunbur to escape her past, to live quietly and write, and wallow in all the grief she had acquired. Andrew has other ideas… Status: Uncertain - it works as a one shot, but I may write more at some stage Word count: 3,664 Chapter count: 1 Last updated: 26 November 2024

☆ Secret Fic | AO3 Exclusive ☆

Fandom: ?? Main pairing: ?? x fem!oc Summary: ?? Status: Ongoing - sporadic updates Word count: 39,586 Chapter count: 10 Last updated: 9 November 2024

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ other fandoms *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

☆ The Craving | Jack Conroy ☆

Part 2 | Part 3

Fandom: White Fang (1991) Main pairing: Jack Conroy x fem!oc Summary: Quinn has lived in the wild north since childhood, Jack is a city boy who just arrived. Will their differences be a source of attraction, or tear them apart? Status: Ongoing - sporadic updates Word count: 7226 Chapter count: 3 Last updated: 6 October 2024

☆ Entanglement Theory ☆

Bonus Chapter

Fandom: Sunshine (2007) Main pairing: Robert Capa x fem!oc Summary: Sleepless nights are common on Icarus II... Status: Completed - open to more bonus chapters, ficlets etc Word count: 6133 Chapter count: 2 Last updated: 30 August 2023

☆ A Hazy Shade of Winter | Angus Tully ☆

Part 2

Fandom: The Holdovers Main pairing: Angus Tully x fem!oc Summary: Carol Hunham is stuck at Barton over the Christmas break with her strange and stuffy uncle. To make matters worse, a certain boy takes an immediate disliking to her. Status: Ongoing - sporadic updates Word Count: 4,556 Chapter count: 2 Last updated: 26 April 2024

☆ Midnight At Noonday | Dead Poets ☆

Part 2 | Part 3

Fandom: Dead Poet's Society Main pairing: Various x fem!oc Summary: Being the only girl in attendance at one of the most prestigious all-boys preparatory schools in the United States is not easy, but it has its perks. Follow along the plot of Dead Poets Society through the eyes of Clare Keating, the Captain's daughter. Status: Ongoing - sporadic updates Word count: 9295 Chapter count: 3 Last updated: 1 March 2024

☆ Needy for a Weedy Shy Guy | Bret McKenzie ☆

Fandom: Flight of the Conchords Main pairing: Bret McKenzie x fem!oc Summary: Bret has the post-breakup blues, and Jemaine is convinced he has the perfect solution... Status: Completed Word count: 3,193 Chapter count: 1 Last updated: 3 January 2025

[bittersweet-ritual]

Fleabag!!! For the show ask hehehehe oh and killing eve!! KUSJES

HELLO❤

For Fleabag

Fave character: I think Claire? I love herrr. Also Boo 🥺 and Fleabag duh

Funniest character: Claire

Best-looking character: oofff I gotta say the hot priest and also Fleabag

3 favourite ships: the best one (platonically of course) Claire & Fleabag (THE ONLY PERSON ID RUN THROUGH AN AIRPORT FOR IS YOU), hot priest and fleabag (yes but also no I'm not gonna get into it), Claire & Clair 😭 (is that how you spell the names)

Least favourite character: all the guys she has sex with in season 1 tbh

Least favourite ship: idk??

Reason why I watch it: Because Phoebe Waller Bridge is a genius

Why I started watching it: See answer above!! Basically because I was so hooked on Killing Eve and had to watch whatever else Phoebe had done.

Killing Eveeeee:

Favourite Character: I'm going to be boring and say Villanelle of course (shout out to Elena🥺)

Funniest character: oooff Villanelle and Eve, theyre clowns

Best-lookig character: Do I have to say it...Villanelle

3 favourite ships: Villaneve, Kenny x Elena, Villanelle and her tiny chair idk

Least favourite character: Laura Neal is my enemy, yes I know shes not a character

Least favourite ship: Carolyn and her awful character development

Reason why I watch it: Because nothing makes me feel the way s1 and s2 do 😭 Sandra Oh and Jodie Comer being murder girlfriends?! The acting?!! The queerness? Women!!!!!! Phoebe!!! The music!! The accents!!! The suits!!!!! The femaaale gaze!

Why I started watching it: A friend recommended it bc she thought I would like it (ha ha) so I looked up a clip went about my day, then watched it a couple months later and found out the significance of the scene I just randomly watched without context😂 forever grateful for it but also forever mourning this show

THANKS TIAANS dat ik mag schreeuwen over mn shows I LOVE YOU

[fuqnia]

nia's holidays in hell 🦌❄️

hi!! i decided to do like a ficmas type of thing lolol. these oneshots will be a mix of reader inserts (gender neutral) and relationships between south park characters. ❤️ these are also on ao3!

A Flicker in the Light 🎄 ft. stan x kyle

❄️ At a Hanukkah party, Kyle’s longing for Stan reaches a breaking point under the mistletoe. A brief, heated kiss sparks anger and heartbreak.

Golden Glow and Quiet Truths 🎄ft. reader insert x kyle

❄️ At Kyle’s Hanukkah celebration, [y/n] learns about his traditions and shares a quiet, heartfelt moment under the warm glow of the menorah.

Powdered Sugar Skies 🎄ft. craig x tweek

❄️Craig and Tweek’s cookie-making plans are derailed by a blizzard, leading to flour fights, cozy moments, and heartfelt reassurances.

Kisses in Frosted Light 🎄ft. reader insert x stan

❄️[y/n] and Stan find themselves under the mistletoe at a holiday party, turning a playful kiss into something far more meaningful.

Hollow Bells and Hidden Promises 🎄ft. kyle x cartman

❄️Kyle and Cartman’s snarky holiday tradition battle turns emotional, culminating in a surprising kiss in the snowy night.

Streetlamps 🎄ft. reader insert x kenny

❄️[y/n] and Kenny share a simple yet magical Christmas Eve, with handmade gifts and a kiss under falling snow.

Midnight Sparks 🎄ft. butters x kenny

❄️Butters nervously kisses Kenny at the stroke of midnight, setting the stage for a sweet and flustered New Year’s confession.

Shattered Ice 🎄ft. reader insert x cartman

❄️Cartman’s clumsy attempts at ice skating turn into a rare, vulnerable moment that leads to an unexpected kiss with [y/n].

Underneath Evergreen Lights 🎄ft. stan x wendy

❄️Stan and Wendy share a kiss at the town’s Christmas tree lighting, solidifying their long-standing holiday tradition.

Meteor Whispers 🎄ft. reader insert x craig

❄️Craig takes [y/n] stargazing to escape the holiday chaos, and under the meteor shower, they share an intimate moment.

[adivinationwitch]

7 comfort films, 7 tags

tagged by @samanthajoneses

These are in no particular order at all.

Jurassic Park, Stephen Spielberg

The X Files (1998), Rob Bowman

13 Going on 30, Gary Winick

Hocus Pocus, Kenny Ortega

Hogfather, Vadim Jean

The Little Mermaid (1989), John Musker, Ron Clements

All About Eve, Joseph L. Mankiewicz

tagging: @indigoraysoflight @makesitprecious @ness029 and...you know what? Any mutual who sees this because, like, I can't for the life of me remember off the top of my head who likes being tagged and who doesn't.