#// *finally got a car to drive in the fucking SNOW this is gonna be so scary but fun

[monmuses]

LATE AF NEWS but i have made it to college!!

i'm gonna start my queue back up on Wednesday and try to answer any more asks before i clear it by then. it'll be a slow process but ive officially moved into my apartment and can start writing again! this is exciting!

[admirationandromantics]

Stormy Confession

Another request! Don't worry, I do have several more in my inbox, but please be patient, they will come eventually! Anyways, hope you enjoy this. As usual, it's not edited, but who cares?

Word count: 1,9k (Unedited)

They’re BEST friends with benefits, so there is already an established chemistry between them. They’re stuck in a snow storm anddd “im totally kidding but im kind of freezing rn and my heater’s busted” so they decided to hook up in josh’s very roomy car, only to realize “hey ik im being dramatic but we COULD die rn so i need to confess that im in love with you…” lmao my writing is so jumbled but i know you could do wonders with this idea!🥹🥹

The wind is getting worse, almost like it��ll tip the car over. Josh is sitting beside me, driving the car, all tensed up by the stress of it. Usually, I would comment on it, but I understand the gravity of the situation. We just need to keep going, we don’t have that far left. 

The trees outside are dark. Gentle snow taking its place on the pine needles. If it weren’t for the storm, I would love it. Luckily, it’s clear enough that we can still see the road, but I wonder how long that’s going to last. 

I check the weather update, but it’ll not clear up until the middle of the night. If we were to stay in the car until then, we would have to climb the mountain in the dark. This is not something I want to do, but I guess at this point, it’s a must. We just have to stay clear of wild animals, navigate in the dark, try not to slip down the path again. 

We were planning to get to Blackwood Mountain and the Washington lodge. Of course, we went a day earlier than the others, planning on cleaning and getting the place ready. What none of us idiots thought about doing, was to check the weather. About halfway there, the snow got worse. It came in quick patches, making driving hard, and freezing up the car. 

“Josh, it’s literally freezing in here, can you turn on the heater?” 

“It’s busted, was gonna get it fixed after the trip” 

“Of course you were” 

I lean back in my seat, pulling up my backpack and taking out my gloves. At least some part of me would stay warm. As we drive on a long straight row, he leans back and manoeuvres the car with his knee, bringing both hands up to his face to blow hot air into them. Poor guy. I remember that he brought some extra outerwear, just wondering where he left them. My thoughts fly to his bag, he couldn’t have placed them in the front, so back it was. I lean over the mid row and back, trying to find his bag in the back seats. 

“Where’s your backpack?” I ask, rummaging through a bunch of stuff. A blanket, some firewood, a plastic bag. Why is there so much stuff here? We don’t need all of it, and I know for a fact that the lodge has large stacks of firewood. 

“Keep looking” he laughs, not bothering to help me. 

“Josh, just tell me where you put it” 

He laughs, one hand going on the back of my thigh, slightly squeezing my flesh. That’s why he’s being difficult. He just wants to tease me. 

“Stop being a perv and tell me” I sigh, not exactly being a fan of my position. He should be busy driving, not checking me out. 

“But I’m enjoying the view” 

“The only view you should be enjoying is the road in front of you” 

I finally notice it, a small backpack with a scarf and gloves sticking out from under the seat. I lean a bit more forward to reach it, earning a whistle from the guy. I roll my eyes, grabbing the clothing and trying to move back. I get halfway before he speaks. 

“Hard swing” 

“Wha-”

The car takes a rough turn, making my body jolt to the side. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Can’t this man drive a little more carefully? If this unplanned storm doesn’t kill us, then he definitely will. I fall to the side, hips landing in his lap, faces against each other. He has that known playful smirk on his lips, proud of his dangerous accomplishment. 

“You good?” 

“You’re insane” 

“Nah, just a good driver” he shrugs his shoulders, trying not to laugh at himself. 

“You’re not a good driver” 

His arms move over me, holding onto the steering wheel in front of him. His eyes finally move to the road, and he keeps driving as if everything’s normal. I try to sit up, but his hands won’t budge, leading to me falling down again. 

“Josh, if you would be so kind” I force a tight smile, nodding to the caging arms. He looks down, the playful smirk still covering his lips as he thinks. 

“Do you have my gloves?” 

“Indeed I do” 

“Put them on me” 

I look at him in disbelief, what was he, a child? He can easily do that himself. I shake my head, laughing a little at the situation. No way am I going to do that. He has one hand on the wheel, the other held out to me. I roll my eyes, deciding that this is enough. 

I try to get up yet again, but this time, his empty hand finds my chest and pushes me down into him. I give a loud and dramatic sigh, which makes him fully reveal that stupid laughter of his that he’s kept in. 

“You know I could sue you for this?” 

“I can sue you too, disrupting the driver” 

“You made this happen” 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about” 

I give in, laying against him and relaxing while he drives. No way am I going to be his servant. He’s not that rich. We sit in silence for a couple of minutes, both just minding our own thing. 

Just now, I realise how much warmer I feel while brushing against him. Body heats colliding as he holds me close. A cozy and sleepy murmur comes over me, and I close my eyes, drifting away as we continue driving off. 

***

I press my eyes forcefully together, opening them little by little. The outside is darker than before, and Josh’s still driving into the night, eyes focused on the road. I stretch, giving a yawn at the same time. He shifts his gaze, a smile immediately finding his lips. 

“Well, well, if it isn’t Ms. Sleepy” 

“How long have I been gone?” 

“Around half an hour” 

I nod in reply, head turning to the dark forest and snowy rocks. We were almost there now. 

“And no death yet, I’m impressed” I comment, sitting up as high as he allows me. 

“Wind almost took the car about 10 minutes ago” 

My eyes widen in surprise. Is the weather really that bad? Shouldn’t we stop and wait for it to pass? The thought of it scares me, after all, the mountains this time of year are not that safe as everyone makes them out to be. I mean, if we’re in the lodge, it’s okay. But we’re not. We’re in a moving vehicle, which almost got flipped by the wind. 

“Hey, don’t worry. We’re almost there” 

I nod again. The parking lot is a bit more secluded than the road, so the wind won’t be as strong. But how’re we getting up to the lodge? The cable car is already a death trap, no way I’m going to sit in it during the storm. 

A road hole makes me yelp, body jolting up and down. I automatically grab hold of his arm, steadying myself. His lips thins as he bites them, eyes forced on the road. His breathing changes, big stuttering inhales as if to calm himself down. 

“Josh, are you okay?” 

He doesn’t look down on me, instead his vision is on the path ahead. His knuckles are white from gripping the wheel, and I glimpse a vein popping and going under his jacket. What’s going on with this guy? 

We finally swing into the parking lot, and he parks the car and turns off the engine. We sit in silence, both unsure about our next move. With his arms not in the way, I finally sit up. I grab his shoulder for help, and he takes his arm to my back for support. 

“I don’t think we should go to the lodge yet” he comments, looking out to the cable car station. 

“I know, we’d probably be blown to bits” 

“That’s one way of putting it” 

His other hand goes to my waist, pressing me down on him. That’s when I feel it. He’s hard, very hard. He’s been since the road hole. 

“Are you struggling a bit, Josh?” a smile creeping up on my lips. Oh, how pleasant to finally have some of the power. 

His hand goes to my hair, brushing it away. 

“Oh, you have no idea” 

His head moves closer, fingers gliding over my cheek. He’s cold, extremely cold. It’s like gracing ice taps against my skin. I pull away, taking his hands in mine and warming them.

“You’re freezing” 

“Better do something about it then” 

He moves into me, capturing my lips in his. I respond, opening my mouth a little and licking his lower lip. I don’t forget about his hands though, and carefully puts his gloves on them as we keep going. I change positions, and he helps me, letting me straddle him in the driver's seat. His hands go to my ass, kneading and caressing. I moan into the kiss, which he uses as an opportunity to stick his tongue in my mouth. He fiddles with something behind me, and before I know it, ice-cold fingers make their way down my pants, holding my cheeks. I gasp, the shocked feeling being overcome. This was extreme, why hadn’t he said something about it before. He chuckles against my lips, mouth moving to my jaw and neck, leaving sweet kisses all over. The wet spots get instantly cold when he moves away, and I shutter. 

“W-we should not do this here” 

“I know, I know” 

“We’re going to freeze to death” 

“A bit dramatic are we?” 

“J-Josh” he stops in his tracks, lips glossy and eyes lustful. We both know that we can’t start undressing. With the heater not working, and the snow storm getting worse, that’s the last thing we should be thinking about. God, how dizzy the whole situation makes me feel. I don’t want to be down here. I want to be up in the lodge, alone with him, in front of the fire. 

“Or get eaten by wolves” 

“No we’re not”

“What if an elk attack the car?” 

“We’re not a threat to them” 

“If we’re going to die, I need to confess something” 

“We’re not going to die”

“Five more minutes and your fingers would snap off as easily as bending a carrot” 

“True, but-” 

“Josh…” I put my glove-covered finger over his mouth, stopping his sweet remarks. If there was a time to say it, it had to be now, before we both froze to death, in his car, to be found tomorrow morning by the others. 

“I love you. And I know, we’ve had this whole deal or something where we’ve had sex, and yeah I mean several times, but that’s not the point because I couldn’t stop myself, and please don’t stop seeing me as a friend after this, I promise I’ll get over it, but it’s just something I need to get off my chest or else I can die and not-” 

He shuts me up with a kiss. Hands still on my ass, pressing me deeper against him. 

“Fucking hell, you talk a lot” 

“You already know that about me” 

“Just shut up and kiss me”

[ln4madness]

ITS COLD❄️ - LN4

summary: y/n and Lando go on a winter road trip!

warnings: none, fluff

a/n: y’all have every fucking reason to hate me, but it’s finally winter break and honestly this school year has already been rough so this break was long awaited and i’ll try to get multiple fics up!

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It was a cold winter morning, snow falling outside, cold wind blowing and sun shining bright. It was around 7am when Lando woke you up.

“Norris i’m gonna kill you, it’s too early” You said as you laid in bed, wrapped up in the cozy duvet. You wanted to go back to sleep, but knew Lando would drag you out of bed if you didn’t.

“We gotta get ready for the road trip, baby” Lando said as he walked in your shared bedroom, a hoodie and sweats on, his curly brown hair a little messy, and that beautiful smile you loved on his face.

“Can’t we just sleep?” You said as you closed your eyes and turned onto your side and continued sleeping. “No, get up, i made coffee for you.” Lando said as he tried to take the duvet off you.

“Why didn’t you lead with that?” You said as you pushed the duvet off and sat up, putting on your slippers. You got up and wrapped your arms around Lando’s neck. “I love you, baby” you said as you pressed a soft kiss to his lips. “I love you too, sweetheart. Now go drink the coffee and I’ll make breakfast.”

You were sitting at the kitchen island, sipping on the fresh hot coffee Lando had made for you just minutes ago. Watching Lando as he prepared some eggs and bacon for the both of you.

A few minutes later the food was ready and Lando joined you at the kitchen island with two plates of food. “Looks good” you said as you smiled at him. “Hope it tastes good too” Lando said as he chuckled slightly, his cooking skills not being the best. “I’m sure it tastes great” you said and took a bite.

15 minutes later you both finished your food. “I’m gonna go get ready now, baby” You said as Lando got up and took both of the dirty plates, putting them in the dishwasher.

You changed into a comfy sweat set, loose fit brown sweatpants and a matching oversized hoodie. You went into the bathroom and did your skincare and a little makeup.

“Looking good baby” Lando said as he walked in and kissed your forehead. “Lando you need to fix your hair, why is it so messy?” You laughed as you looking at him and ruffled his hair, making it even more messy. “Don’t mess it up even more you muppet!” Lando said as he leaned back, trying to stop you messing up his hair. You brushed your hair and put it in a messy-ish bun.

“You ready to go?” You asked Lando as you both walked out of the bathroom. “Yeah I’ll bring the bags to the car and then we can go.” Lando said as he put his white air forces on and a jacket. He took your bags and walked to the car. You put on your white air forces and your baby pink puffer jacket, you grabbed your handbag and scarf, before grabbing your phone and the keys.

You locked the door and walked to the car where Lando was loading the bags in the car. You had decided to go to Italy and stay at a cabin for a few days. You sat in the passenger seat and connected your phone to the aux.

A few hours now had passed and you were driving on snowy roads through a forest, snow falling slowly and everything looking so beautiful. You were watching a movie on your iPad as a wave of tiredness took over you. “Tired?” Lando asked you as he took a quick glance at you. “A little, my legs hurt.” You were sitting with your legs crisscrossed. “We’ll stop at the nearest gas station so you can stretch your legs.”

20 minutes had passed and you had stopped at a gas station. You immediately felt better as you got out of the car. You and Lando went inside to get some snacks. You got a can of redbull and some chips. “Financing the enemy, i see.” Lando said as he saw you grab the redbull from the fridge. “I’m tired and I prefer redbull to monster, Lando” you said as you went up to the counter and put the items down. Lando paid and you walked back to the car.

A few hours later you had made it to the cabin you were staying at. It was close to a town so ordering food was possible (thank god for that). You got your bags and settled into the cabin.

“This is cute” you said as you sat down on the couch in front of the tv and the fireplace. Lando lit the fireplace and sat down next to you. You cozied up with a blanket and a cup of hot chocolate.

Lando was sitting next to you, his arm wrapped around you shoulder and his face nuzzled somewhere in your hair, breathing in the scent of you.

“I love this.” Lando said. “What exactly?” You asked. “This. The cabin, you, me, us.” Lando replied, looking at you with a smile. “You’re so cute Lan, I love you…so much” You said as you gave him a soft kiss which was soon turned into something a little more passionate by Lando. His hand making its way under your hoodie slowly. “You muppet!” You yelled at him as you chuckled a little.

You and Lando spent the evening cuddled up on the couch and ordering food for dinner. As the night progressed you and Lando went to the bedroom and slept wrapped up in the cozy duvets with his arm around your waist and your face nuzzled in his neck.

[rwac96]

Pyrrha & Shallot # 3: Double Date

Pyrrha: *lowering her Scroll* "Oh, dear."

Shallot: *pummeling a sand bag* "What? Pumpkin Pete finally dropping you?"

Pyrrha: *annoyed, exhaled* "Ren canceled because Nora got arrested for ramping over getting waffles instead of pancakes."

Shallot: *stops his training* "The fuck? Crashing out over waffles sounds like rat behavior."

Pyrrha: *blinks at the Saiyan* "Um...me and Jaune still need another couple to complete the double date."

Shallot: "And you're asking me--Unnf!" *gets hit with a dress shirt & pants*

Pyrrha: "You and Weiss are going in their place."

Shallot: "Um, no."

Pyrrha: "Yes. Weiss and Jaune already agreed."

Shallot: *groans* "Is there gonna be good food where we're going?"

Pyrrha: "Yes--" *serious* "--and it means you don't eat up all the food."

Shallot: *annoyed* "Dammit!"

---

*At the diner, The Arkos couple sat next to the Ancient Snow pairing; Shalot fiddling with his necktie*

Shallot: *grumpy* "I hate wearing shit like this!"

Weiss: "Shallot, it's a way to look presentable. Even Jaune knows this!"

Pyrrha: *unamused* "And this date is already going to Hell."

Jaune: "Guys, please calm down."

Shallot: *folds his arms* "C'mon! I ain't gonna crash out."

Pyrrha: "Crash out?"

Weiss: *rolled her eyes* "Please tell me you didn't pick up brainrot slang from Trunks."

Shallot: "Huh, he's right. Weiss, shawty, you tripping--."

SMACK!

Weiss: *slaps Shallot* "Stop it! None of that drivel!"

Pyrrha: "Honestly, maybe don't pick up slang from a child who watches things from a Scroll Pad."

Jaune: *turns to the approaching waitress* "Look! Our food's here!"

*The waitress sets the food down, the extra plates being for Shallot*

Shallot: *grabbing silverware* "Thanks!" *proceeds to dig in...getting crumbs everywhere*

Weiss: *huffs, wiping crumbs from her grey-bleu dress* "Don't get crumbs everywhere!"

Shallot: *muffled* "Mhmmf?" *continues eating*

Pyrrha: "Don't eat with your mouthful."

Jaune: *cutting into his steak* "I don't think he cares now."

Shallot: *chewing on a chicken drumstick, then swallowing* "Lotta talk from a guy who ate out Fat Ass at a Movie Theater."

Jaune: *blushes, nearly choking on his food* "KAFF! KAFF-KAFF!!" *pounds his own chest*

Weiss: *shocked* "Shallot, uncalled for!" *turns to Pyrrha* "Pyrrha, tell me that's not true!"

Pyrrha: *blushing, death glaring at Shallot* "We agreed never to speak about that."

Weiss: *horrified* "Pyrrha Jen Nikos!! You let Jaune perform cunnilingus on you in public?!"

Jaune: *gasps, then turns to Weiss* "Not so loud!"

Paparazzi "Journalist": "Heya, Helen Hale from XWC, did I just hear that THE Pyrrha Nikos let this nobody eat her out in a movie theater?"

*Pyrrha looks petrified, Jaune covers his hands in embarrassment, and Weiss gulped, realizing her mistake*

Shallot: *smiles, oblivious to the vibe* "Yup."

Helen: *gasps, raises a camera, and begins taking pictures* "Holy Hell! This is big news! Pyrrha Nikos, Champ in the ring, freak in the sheets!"

*This results in more paparazzi arriving, crowding around the quartet and assaulting them with flash photography*

Shallot: *angry* "Hey! Hey!! HEY FUCK OFF!!"

Weiss: "Shallot, darling, don't make this worse--."

Helen: *turns to Weiss* "Hold on! Weiss Schnee, Atlas Songbird, and SDC Heiress? You called him darling. You two dating?"

Shallot: "HEY! Don't ask my matefriend personal shit like that!!"

*Weiss facepalms, as the response causes more paparazzi to arrive at their table*

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*The quartet is in Jaune's car, the swordsman driving with an ashamed look on his face, while Weiss and Pyrrha death glare at Shallot*

Shallot: "Well...that went downhill. That went bad--."

Pyrrha: *livid* "Because it was your damned fault!"

Shallot: "Oh, shut it, Fat Ass!

Weiss: "Shallot, you opened your big mouth, which doesn't involve eating!"

Pyrrha: "Thanks to you, our business went on XWC and all over social media!"

Shallot: *rolls his eyes* "Nyeh! Nyeh! Nyeh! It's not like our friends found out--."

*Weiss pulls out her Scroll, the contact number: RED DOLT*

Ruby: *On the Scroll* "Pyrrha! Jaune! That's so nasty!!"

Shallot: *wide-eyed* "Um, news...travels fast--."

Pyrrha: *twitches* "Shut. Up! Shut your imbecilic, ignorant, oblivious shit hole up!!"

Shallot: *blinks* "...Meatmuncher--."

*Pyrrha let out a murderous yell, tackling Shallot, and began pummeling his face in*

Pyrrha: *beating Shallot black & blue* "You! Impulsive! Dumb Ass! Idiot! Moronic! SHIT!!"

Jaune: *blinks, his eyes focused on the road* "You gonna stop Pyr from hurting your man?"

Weiss: *exhales* "No, he deserved it." *blinks* "You're not gonna stop your paramour from committing aggravated assault?"

Jaune: *shrugs* "Just like ya said, the dumb ass deserves it."

[starythewriter]

vinnie hacker X you, an ICY roadtrip KINKMAS 12

TW:smut rough sex/

you woke up, to a snowstorm, and decided that this was one of the greatest experiences ever to befall mankind. You loved snowstorms with all your heart. You were the kind of person who loved them even if they didn’t look or feel particularly exciting; the kind of person who would rather get lost in their thoughts than watch the snow fall on someone else. but you also enjoyed winter and snow as a whole.

you got to reading a book and drinking some tea before you left for your roadtrip, vinnie was showering in a warm steamy bath, you had showered late last night so you decided not to shower again. after you finished sipping your tea, you packed up the remaining stuff, vinnie had finished showers.

you had a short convo about the trip.

within the next couple of minutes you two got in the car and headed onto a nearby town, up in the moutains which was gonna be even colder. "you look so cute in your jacket" said vinnie. you blushed, you repiled "thank you and you look very handsome"

you listened to some kali uchis along the way, crossing many different cities. untill you finally arrived at the town. it was beautiful their were so many shops and big trees with christmas lights all over them.

"hurry up vinnie lets go explore" you said with a excited voice.vinnie admired how cute you were when you were excited he loved you more then anything else in the world. you both got off and started walking toward your new hotel, on the way you saw many trees with christmas lights, sometimes you would stop to snap a quick photo and share it on instagram.

"ooo look at that apparel shop" you said, "wow… lets head on over Y/N" you two entered as you saw amazing beanies, they were so cute. you found some cute mugs and decided to buy them, the entire store was made out of wood, it was nice and smelled fresh!! their were a lot of people, but the store design had a lot of room and rooms, to keep everyone from getting overwhelmed, like the hoodie section you saw, this store had 4 different hoodie sections, which seemed excessive to you, but it was smart, as it allowed people the opportunity to buy more.

after some more digging around you both decided to drive to your hotel, you got in the car, parked, now you were inside your hotel. it had an aamzing view you made sure you werent too close to the main shopping are as you did not want noise disturbances.

you both got into a heated makeout session, vinnie loved you. he was tired, so you decided to give him an early gift. but first, you took off all his clothe, gave him a kiss, as he sat on the bed. "your so sexy" he said you blushed however your make focus was giving him pleasure, you took of your clothe and slowly started to bob your head on his cock.

he let out a lengthy groan. you smiled and went faster. he let out a moan enjoying this view of you somehow it made him feel powerful. he gripped your hair as tight as he could as he started to shiver. "fuck fuck Y/N" you could feel him as he was going to come undone. you both moaned in unison as he came into your mouth.

"now relax vinnie lets sleep" the two of you laid side by side, you turned on the heater and turned on the TV.

THE END

[littlemissmiller]

𝑆𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑒𝑟 𝐻𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑠

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟓: 𝐀 𝐅𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠

Pairing: drug dealer coriolanus snow x fem!reader

Summary: (au) Coriolanus takes you to his house and you hang out in his room, after taking him up on his offer. After a little bit you can’t help it and make your feelings for him clear…

Warning: 21+ (drug use), smoking, eventually smut, fluff, kissing, heavy make out session, toxic relationship, obsession, possession, confessions of love

Word count: 3k

A/N: hi! ok so i’ll keep it simple…i working on so many stories all at once its nuts, but the ideas keep coming. this took me like no time at all, because as soon as I wrote ch 4 I got started on this. i wanted their first official moment to be its own ch because it just felt right so….enjoy ch 5 it’s like a little spicy like 🥵, but just wait y’all…ch 6 is gonna come in HOT!

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Coriolanus tries to keep his cool on the way to his house. A simple drive, that he knows like the back of his hand. With you in the car however, he feels lost. He can’t help but continue to look over to you. You’re looking out the window, watching the landscape pass by you. Unforgettable by Frank Ocean is playing, and he can’t help but glance over at your jaw, neck, and bare collarbone. You’re so gorgeous and he remembers the necklace in his pocket. He can’t wait to put it on you, adorn you.

He finally pulls into his driveway and parks. You look at him eyes gleaming in the moonlight and various fireworks that set off around the neighborhood.

“So you don’t live to far from me.”

“Yeah. It’s nice when I hang with Sejay, I used to bike to his house when I was a kid.”

You smile and you both exit the car. You walk to his garage and he types in the code, 7669, and the garage slowly rolls up. You and him walk into the house, closing the garage behind you, and he quickly ushers you upstairs, into his room.

“Sorry I just don’t wanna wake up grandma.”

“No worries. I’ve met her before. She’s so sweet.”

“You think so” Coriolanus smirks

“Of course! Such a sweetheart. Like you” you smile teasingly

“Why you say that”

“You’ve always been a sweet guy. I mean the amount you let me rant about Devin to you. I’m sure I’m just a mess to handle sometimes.”

“What? W-why would you say that?”

“Oh just joking to myself. Sometimes Devon would say that to me. Say I was a mess to handle…”

Coriolanus scoffs and looks at you.

“I’m sorry, but what a dick”

“I know I know. He was a fucking ass.” You sigh, huffing intensely.

There is an awkward pause before Coriolanus invites you to smoke.

“Yes please! I need to get my mind off him somehow.”

“Ok. I just want you to be sure. That your cool with this? I-I don’t wanna pressure you or anything…”

“You’re not” you chuckle softly, taking a seat on his bed. He tries not to gawk at you, but he’s truly dreamed of this moment with you. He takes a seat at his desk chair and leans back slightly. He admires you as he fishes out his dugout and a lighter from his pocket. He sets the dugout on his desk, while he wheels over to open his window and light a candle.

“You have a whole routine with this…” you smile

“Just to keep the smell to a minimum. Grandma doesn’t come up stairs much anymore because of her knees, but just in case. For her sake.”

You nod and watch him and he takes out a joint and lights it up like it’s nothing. For some reason you expect your first time getting high to be a big dramatic moment, but Coriolanus makes it feel so casual. Like it’s normal for you to do this, when that couldn’t be further from the truth. He takes a hit and blows it out the window. You anxiously scoot closer to him and the window and lean in, watching with curiosity. He taps some ash into his ashtray and takes another hit. He holds it between his thumb and forefinger, watching you watch his actions.

“So you just inhale, hold it in then blow it out.” He tells you, passing you the joint. You nod and look at it oddly. It feels so foreign on your fingertips, but nonetheless you take it from him. You hold it up against your mouth the same way he did and inhale.

“There, hold the paper to your lips more, inhale…” his voice guides you and you hold the smoke in your throat and mouth before blowing it out and past your lips. It’s followed by a harsh cough that hits your lungs and burns your throat. You keel over slightly, but recover quick.

“You okay?” Coriolanus asks with a tone of concern. You nod and laugh and he smirks back at you.

“How do you handle this stuff. Damn and I thought Bella’s vape was harsh…”

“You vape?” He questions, letting his smirk turn into a curious chuckle

“Only with her. I’m too scared to buy my own. Besides, I don’t want to get too addicted.”

“That’s good. Weed is not as bad, but I guess smoking anything isn’t great on your lungs. Yet here we are.”

“I-I just want to actually experience things in my life. For once. It just feels like the last four years because of Devon, I couldn’t have the same freedom and fun my friends were having. He thought it would be bad for my reputation, and our relationship…”

Coriolanus rolls his eyes hearing that. Meanwhile, you slowly feel a fuzzy, funny, feeling starting in your head and working your way through your body. Your vision feels like you’re in a dream and you smile at him, feeling all your hate for Devon being replaced with something else. You scoot closer to Coriolanus once again and giggle.

“What” he laughs back

“I feel…good”

“Good, that’s how’s it’s supposed to make you feel. I don’t want to get you too high, since it’s your first time.”

“I appreciate you looking out for me”

“Of course”

You feel lighter, like your body is melting into the bedsheets and you began to sway slightly, rocking your self with a sleepy smile on your face. You’re not tired though, if anything you feel more alert and look more around his room. It can only be described in one word. Cool. You look at his vinyls and posters and squeeze his bedsheets.

“You wanna watch something on Netflix?” Coriolanus asks

“Yeah, can we put on The Office?” You giggle again

He nods, setting the joint on his ash tray, and wheels over to his desk to fetch his controller.

“Can I take another hit?” You ask, readjusting to sit on your knees on his bed and lean over. Your cleavage pours over your romper slightly. Coriolanus takes a second to admire the view in front of him, then nodding enthusiastically. He turns on his PlayStation and then turns on Netflix. You take another hit, followed by another big cough. He whips his head to look at you and you give him a half-hearted thumbs up.

“You sure you’re okay?”

“I’m fine” you cough

“Just take it slow, it hits you quick, then just gets more intense from there.”

“Got ya. I’ll take a break then. Don’t want to be too out of it.”

He pauses and looks at you. Feeling bold off his own high he offers his place to stay for the night.

“Just if you need it”

“I might. We’ll see.”

Coriolanus goes back to getting the show on. His heart is racing, he’s sure you can hear it beating rapidly in his chest. Fuck, this is all he could ever have wanted for you hanging out with him the first time. Alone in his room, smoking a joint, looking fine as hell. The amount of times he’s thought about this exact moment. He wonders now if his fantasies will continue to play out.

“Oh I love this episode!” You quip

“Yeah, I’ve always liked this show”

The episode plays, and Coriolanus sits back in his chair. The whole time however, you both glance at each other, waiting to see who will make the next move. Who will say what next. You shift around on his bed, trying to move closer to him once again and he notices.

“How are you feeling?”

“Still good. Light. Fuzzy. And umm” you giggle

“What?” He smiles back, leaning his head back to look at you fully. He looks so cute and goofy like this, his lips curled up into a boyish grin.

“I’m kinda hungry…”

Coriolanus lets out a small laugh and rolls over to his desk again.

“Don’t tell me you just have snacks on hand. Is it supposed to make you hungry like this?”

“It can, given it’s your first time I’m not surprised.” He pulls out a bin and it’s filled with individual chip packs, a few packs of fruit snacks, and a tub of M&Ms. You ask for a bag of Doritos and he hands them to you.

“Hold on. Imma grab something to drink, can I get you something?”

“A water would be good. Thanks”

He gets up and hastily makes his way to his kitchen downstairs. He opens the fridge, takes a Redbull and water bottle and runs back up stairs. When he returns, you’ve taken your sandals off, scooted further onto the bed and lying down, scrolling on your phone. You pop up when he steps back into the room, sit up and thank him for the water, taking it from his hand.

“No problem. You look like you’re getting relaxed.”

“I feel good. And just happy, also was this episode always this funny?” You laugh pointing at the TV. It’s the episode where Michael returns from Jamaica with his boss Jan, and accidentally sends a topless photo of her to everyone in the branch. You laugh again and he goes to sit in his chair. You speak up, taking a swig from your water bottle.

“You know you can sit with me right. It is your bed after all.”

“I wanted to give you space…” he lies

In response, you scoot over and pat the bed.

“I still have plenty of space.” You smile, tossing your empty bag of chips in the trash and capping your bottle and setting it on the nightstand. Coriolanus sets his drink on the desk and crawls onto his bed and sinks in next to you. You sit up against him, legs touching, shoulder to shoulder. It feels awkward, so Coriolanus lifts up his arm and rests it against his bed frame. You lean in and look up at him.

“I’m glad I decided to hang out with you after. Honestly Coryo, I wish we hung out more like this during school but…”

“But Devon”

“Yeah, but Devon…” you sigh. A strange feeling hits you, a feeling of need as you look up into Coriolanus’s beautiful blue eyes. You want him and you’re not sure if the weed is making you more confident, but you can’t hide your feelings any longer. You smirk to yourself and look away to the TV for a moment. Coriolanus still watches you and can feel you’re hiding something from him. He wants to push, but decides against it. Then, he remembers the necklace he bought you at the festival. He adjusts his hips to dig it out of his pocket. You look at him curiously and then he reveals it to you.

“When did you get this?” You exclaim

“When I went to the bathroom” he smiles putting his actions in air quotes

“Coryo…this is so sweet…” you sit up and turn around.

He pushes your hair to the side and he clasps the necklace around your neck. You look down at the moon shaped pendant and smile. You turn back to him, your face so close to his. Your lips look so soft, so inviting, but he doesn’t want to make a move. He’s still in amazement that he’s gotten this far with you.

“Thank you” you whisper

You look at him, his face anticipating your next move. Then, you move your face up and do something you’ve wanted to do for a long time. You kiss him. His breath hitches and he kisses you back. He cups your face, hungry for more, but he restrains himself. His mouth moves slowly with yours, savoring this moment. This moment he has craved with you. Your lips are just as soft and perfect as he imagined, your kiss so sweet, yet filled with passion and need. You pull back and gasp at him. You appear apologetic and look into his eyes.

“I-I’m sorry. I guess it just felt right to do that.” You giggle

“Yeah.” He smiles, pushing your hair behind your ear “it’s not just because of the weed is it?”

“If anything the weed is allowing me to be bold. I-I’ve realized that recently, I think I had a bit of a thing for you. That’s why he was such an ass to you…”

“Really? For how long?”

You giggle again and rest your forehead on his chest. He moves his hand to stroke your hair. Then you look back up at him.

“I’ve been aware of it for at least a few months, but if I’m honest much longer. I’ve always been scared to leave Devon.”

“You don’t have to explain yourself to me. Fuck you have no idea how bad I’ve wanted to tear you away from him” he whispers

“I wish you would have…but he would have beat you up or done something crazy.”

“I would handle it. For you.”

You giggle again and let out a long sigh. You lean against him and you both scoot up on his bed. He holds you close and you move to kiss him again. He lets your lips find his own and he lazily kisses you. He already can’t get enough of you. You occasionally pull back to look at him and he strokes your face, but you also can’t help yourself. You haven’t felt this cared for in a while and you can feel how much he wants you through his kiss. You moan and pull back again. He smiles at you, tracing his thumb along your bottom lip.

“I think I might stay the night. If that’s ok?”

“Of course”

“Let me text my mom” you sit up, search for your phone and it shines bright in your face. You text her and turn it off. You fall back and Coriolanus readjusts so he can hold you in his arms again. You lean back against him, nuzzling your head on his shoulder.

“I like being here with you Coriolanus”

“I like you being here too” he kisses your temple

“I’ll have to take a shower in the morning, if that’s ok…”

“Of course” he kisses your head again

You and him continue to watch The Office, until the episode ends. Feeling bold again you move to kiss his jaw and shift your body on top of him. You straddle him and he clasps the back of your neck. Your mouths move, slow at first then he speeds up. He slots his tongue past your lips, causing you to moan. You reciprocate his actions and hook your arms around his neck, propping yourself up against his headboard. He moves up, readjusting you so you don’t have to hold your own weight and you move your hands to his neck. Your lips and tongue continue to move together, a moan occasionally slipping past each of your lips. You start to slowly grind against him, his hand moving to your waist. You pull back and smile.

“Am I sleeping in your bed? With you?” You ask

“Of course. I would hope you would.”

“I want to.” You smile, eyeing his lips

“I’m happy you’re staying the night. You’re always welcome to ok?” He replies, smiling back

You nod and return your lips back to his. You love the way his mouth melts against yours, molded perfectly to fit your own. You could kiss him all night, you love how perfect his mouth feels, how it encaptures your own. You greedily bite his lower lip and tug slightly. Fuck. Fuck he loved that. He moans as you pull back.

“Fuck that was so hot…” Coriolanus groans. A lustful glaze washes over his eyes and he gets an idea.

“Hey since you’re spending the night, wanna try something?”

“Okay…”

He scoots you forward with him, reaches for the joint still sitting in the ashtray and the lighter next to it. He lights up the joint in his mouth and inhales. He pushes your neck forward and your lips part slightly. He breathes the smoke into your mouth as he pushes his lips back onto your own. You inhale the smoke that passes from his lips, pull back and blow it out, fanning his face. Coriolanus smiles and sighs, and this time you don’t cough.

“You got me beat. That was way hotter than anything I could ever do.”

“Are you kidding me…do you know what seeing you doing that does to me?”

You let out a light hearted chuckle and peck his lips. You moan against him.

“Mmm you taste so good Coryo.”

“As do you, fuck, I like how you say my name like that…”

“Yeah. I like to say it.” You kiss him again, this time you let your lips linger on his and the two of you start making out again.

You can’t get enough of him, the taste of his lips, his musky, intoxicating scent, all fueled by your collective high. And he’s consumed by you as well. Your hair is so soft in his fingers as he pushes your mouth further on his. And your skin is just as soft as your lips. Coriolanus tries to contain himself, he tries not to get overwhelmed. He starts to slowly grind against you, and you moan. You pull back again and smile. You push your fingertips against his needy, parted lips.

“Hey…I like you, Coriolanus.”

“I like you too” he whispers

“I definitely want more of this with you, I just want to be sober the first time.”

Coriolanus nods vigorously, giving you a soft smile.

“Of course” he tucks your hair behind your ear again and you give him a quick kiss, sighing against him, your tension releasing.

“I can’t believe how scared I was to say that…”

Coriolanus had caught on to why you were scared. Devon seems to be the reoccurring answer.

“Because of Devon…” he asks

You nod your head and he takes your chin, and you look directly into his eyes.

“Hey…he’s not here anymore. I’m not him. I promise.” He chuckles, and you nod. Coriolanus sealing his words with another hungry kiss and you reciprocate. You and him go on and on until you eventually fall asleep on his chest, clinging to him like a baby. He strokes your hair until you both fall asleep.

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[dirtybitfic]

POWERS OUT

Matt and Chris x y/n

Y/n p.o.v-

Me , Matt and Chris were taking a small 4 night vacation to Vermont , while Nick spends a week with Maddison on tour .

We just got off our plane and stepped into the freezing breeze , its winter right now making the scenery even more beautiful. I grew up on a part of the east cost that never really gets snow so this is a very exciting moment for me . We go to the rental car pick up area getting the keys for a large truck , Matt was nervous to drive it so I offered, the only reason we rented a truck is because of the snow and our air bnb is up further in the mountains and we wanted to make sure we had a car that was equipped for this weather.

We all throw our luggage into the bed and pull the cover over it . We hop in and start our drive . I get a little stressed on the up mountain windy roads especially being in such a big car. Matt seems to notice as he turned down the music Chris had playing and rested his hand on my leg giving comforting soft caress . We finally get to the long windy driveway to the house . It's truly so beautiful , snow and icicles cover the trees lining the driveway. I sigh as we pull up to the house and park .

I know the guys said I would love the house and that it was big but HOLY FUCK big is an understatement . The house is massive , Its truly breathtaking.

" You like it?" matt asks and I slowly nod as my mouth slightly hangs open . " Its... beautiful but this must have cost a fortune to rent" I say as I look at him still in shock of the sheer size of it. " It actually wasn't too bad and with us booking kind of last minute we didn't have too many options" I nod as he explains . " Well lets get inside before we freeze" Chris says as he hops out and gets our bags out of the trunk.

Matt goes up to stairs and gets the keys from the lock box and then puts in the code for the front door . Me and Chris bring in our bags along with matts , we walk into a huge foyer . " wow" I say as Chris nods and smiles. " yeah ... this place is huge bro" " I know right... where the fuck did Matt go?" I ask as I look around for any sign of him. I set our bags down and start walking around "MATT ?" I yell and I hear him in the distance " IN THE KITCHEN" he yells back and I follow his voice down a long dimly lit hallways with large windows on each side giving a view of the beautiful scenery with every step I take. Reaching the end it leads into a beautiful kitchen . " The guy we rented from shopped for groceries for us since he said the storm might get bad and we could possibly be snowed in by tonight" Matt inform us as he goes to the walk in pantry grabbing some snacks.

"Lets go and check out the rest of the house and pick our rooms " Chris says as he starts walking to a staircase in the kitchen that leads upstairs . We walk down a long hallway reaching 3 doors . I open one that leads into a bathroom . " Ooh I like the green tile" I say and Chris pops his head in to look " oh yeah that shits sick " he says as he starts walking to open one of the other doors. " DAMN this room is huge" He says as he walks in and stands at the window looking at the snowy view. " damn it is so nice in here" I say as I look around the dark more masculine designed room . " I think ima take this room . you chill with that?" he asks and I nod " all yours" I say smiling . His eyes narrow as he smirks but looks back out of the window . His reaction to my words was ... a bit odd but whatever. I decide to go and check what's behind the next door . I open it to see its a large library room with a gorgeous view . I will definitely be spending time reading my dark romance books I brought with me in here .

I walk back out passing chris's door seeing he already unpacking " Im gonna go look around some more and find a room , see you in a bit?" I say and he smiles and nods " Yeah just text me when you've settled in and we can all watch a move and maybe make a fire" he says and I nod waving as I walk away to another staircase leading down stairs . It leads into a dimly lit long hallway i'm guessing leading to the west wing of the house . I make my way down randomly looking over my shoulder since I keep scaring myself into feeling like somethings behind me . I find another staircase leading upstairs . I meet another long hallway seeing 4 doors spaced out . I open the first one seeing its an art room . I open the next one , its a nice sitting room with a fire place and large windows. The views are amazing in this house , I could and stair for hours ,especially with the snow falling outside beautifully . I reach the third door opening it to see a huge walk in closet . I reach the final room at the end of the hall and open it a huge bedroom . " oh yeah this is my fucking room for sure" I say to myself as I run and flop onto the bed rolling over to look out of the window , the snow is starting to fall a lot faster adding more inches to the already thick layer that covers the ground, the trees are swaying and shimmering with the icicles and snow that have glazed them . Its so beautiful , more beautiful than I had imagined . I always say i'm a beach girl at heart but this view might just change that .

I decide to call Matt and see if he can bring my bag up since I don't feel like trying to find my way back down to the entry way where I left it .

*Phone call

Matt- hey ! you find a room yet ?

Y/n -Yeah this house is huge though i'm on the complete other side than chris but I was wondering if you would so kindly bring my bag up to me ? I don't want to get lost trying to get all the way back down stairs right now .

Matt- Yeah sure . Drop your pin and ill try and find you that way

Y/n- I don't know if that will work but alright . Don't get lost

Matt - ill try my best

*phone call ends

I lay in bed after dropping my exact pin to matt . I don't really think its gonna help him find me but you know i'll let him work that out. After maybe 8 minutes I get a little worried he's not gonna find me . " Y/N?" I hear matt yell from somewhere up here . " LAST ROOM DOWN THE HALL" I yell back . I hear rusting and then my door opening and matt walks in breathing heavily as he drops my duffle bag to the floor . " I really didn't think it through renting this house ... there are so many stares and long... hallways " he says as he bends over catching his breathe " also wtf did you pack to make that shit so heavy" he says making me laugh " sorryyy i'm an over packer " I say laughing as I get up and grab it setting it on my bed and start sorting though trying to find my comfy loungewear and shower stuff. " Thanks for bringing my bag to me " I say and he smiles nodding " No problem , ima go back to my room and shower i'm on the down stairs level if you need anything" he says and I nod " okay sounds good see you in a bit" I say as he walks out.

I gather all the things I need and make my way to the bathroom connected to my room. Its huge like no one needs that much space in a bathroom. I grab a towel setting it on the tub next to the shower and set all my product in the shower before stripping and stepping in. It take me a good 10 minutes to figure out how to work the shower but after finally getting it on I relax into the hot water . As I wash my hair my mind slowly drifts back to the car ride . The way matts hand felt on my thigh , I know he was doing it to comfort me but... the way he caressed it made me feel some type of way . Matt and Chris have been some of the best friends I could ever ask for so it feels wrong ever having dirty thought about them . The way Chris narrowed his eyes and smirked at me earlier in his room also had me thrown for a loop. I cant deny that are both absolutely beautiful , their sharp cut jawlines and hallow cheeks, dead eyes, long slender veiny hands , bright blue eyes I mean Jesus its like they were sculpted by the gods.

I shake away the thoughts as I finish my shower and turn the water off stepping out and wrapping the towel around myself. I do my skin care then use my vanilla body oil and lotion . I throw on my over sized fuzzy hoodie and knee high socks and make my way back out into my room throwing on some deodorant before starting to fully unpack everything into the smaller walk in closet connected to my room. Once im finished I shoot Chris a text that I was heading back down stairs .

I make my way down trying my best to not get lost and actually end up where I want to be. After two staircases and 3 long hallways I end up in the living room . I sit on the couch shooting Matt and Chris a text that i'm in the living room. I grab the remote for the tv and start searching for a movie to put on . As I settle on slender man I hear foot falls coming closer, I turn to see Matt making his way into the room and over to the fireplace . " it's kind of cold in here right ?" he asks as he stacks a couple logs in the fire place . " Yeah honestly this house is so big I feel like its hard to have the heat go to every room" I say and he nods as he gets the fire started. I hear heavy footsteps coming and turn to see Chris coming in hot . He plops down right next to me cozying into my side making me giggle " what its chilly" he says in that voice him and Matt do making me laugh harder . " so what are we watching? " matt asks as he grabs a big blanket and sits on my opposite side throwing it over the three of us. " slender man" I say smirking knowing neither of them are the biggest fans of scary movies. " oh lovely" matt quips as I click play.

I glance at both of them throughout the movie smiling to myself at how scared they get at specific scenes . There's a jump-scare that just so happens to get all of us as we practically float off of the couch from jumping so hard, we all laugh it off . I lay my head on matts lap as I drape my legs over chris's lap getting comfortable . As the movie goes on matts hands softly run through my hair and Chris hands softly caress my legs , its a sweet gesture on both of their parts but I cant help the dirty thoughts that cross my mind. Having both of their hands on me is making me feel hot and needy but I push my thoughts aside after reminding myself that they are my best friends and its wrong to think of them in that way.

The movie ends and we all decide to go to the kitchen and find something to cook up for dinner since we haven't eaten since this morning. We settle on pasta . I sit back as they whip it up and plate it . We all eat and talk about random shit just laughing and having a good time . As I was cleaning the dishes I got an incoming FaceTime call from nick .

*face time *

Nick- Heyyy what are you up to ? He asks in an excited happy tone

Y/n- Nothing just cleaning the dishes . what about you?

Nick- well I was calling because i was bored and missing you guys

Y/n- aww I miss you too . Is Maddison on stage right now?

Nick- Yeah . Im chilling in the green room until the show ends .... where are matt and chris?

y/n- living room last time I checked .want me to call em over ?

nick nods and I yell for matt and Chris telling them nick is on the phone . They both come barreling in making me laugh

Chris- NIIIICK I MISS YOU

Nick - I miss you guys too , is it snowing a lot there ?

Matt- Yeah its coming down pretty hard now , here ill show you

he says as he takes my phone and goes to one of the large windows showing nick the scenery

Nick - Ugh its so prettyyyy kinda wish I was there to see it in real life

Matt- we wish you were here too, but how's it going with being on tour with Maddison ?

Nick- Its so fun honestly im having the most fun i've had in a while

matt - im glad your having fun dude you deserve it

Y/n - nick you better send me some vids of Madison performing

Nick - oh trust I will she says hi by the way , she was hoping id call you later when we were back on the bus but the time difference would have made it difficult

Y/n - aww well ill try and stay up later Tommorrow and maybe you can call then?

Nick - yeah absolutely shed love that

Chris - well I love you but i'm going to bed i'm exhausted

Matt- yeah im probably going to head to bed too , miss you and love you

He waves goodnight and heads off in the direction of his room

Y/n - im keeping you on the phone until I get to my room , this house is so big im kinda scared to walk to my room alone

nick- fine by me , how big is the house ?

Y/n- dude .. its massive like so big that me matt and chris are all on complete opposite side of the house

Nick- god damn yeah now I get why you don't want to walk alone

Y/n- yeah its so quiet too .... but look at this hallways it has windows lining it so I can see the snow my whole walk

Nick- wow ... thats a lot of snow coming down

Y/n- I know and the owner said we could be snowed in by tonight , when we got here there was already 6 inches of snow

Nick- oh shit well now im kind of happy im not there

Y/n - yeah tell me about it , its pretty but kinda sucks we won't be able to leave

nick- ohhhh stuck in a house with matt and chris with no escape , im praying for you

we both laugh as I finally reach my room and run to flop on the bed.

Nick- well ill let you get to sleep but ill call you tomorrow night , I love you

Y/n -I love you too . I say before ending the call

I take my socks off before grabbing a book and deciding to go to the sitting room and start a fire and read a little before I go to bed.

I get the fire started and sit on the velvet love seat by the window. The book im reading is about a stalker who watches a girl in her old victorian home and honestly with the room i'm currently in I feel like the main character of the book , she reads her great grandmothers journals in the same chair she sat in when she also had a stalker . I reach a chapter that is filled with spicy and dirty scenes and I cant help but feel a little turned on as I read line by line .

Im fully immersed in the book when the light flicker and go out . I heart drops to my ass as I quickly stand up completely flipping my shit . Im terribly afraid of the dark and with this house being so big its making my fear worse. I snatch my phone up off the love seat and turn on the flashlight as I slowly make my way to the door . I open it to complete darkness and silence . Chills run up my spine as I shine it down the dark long hallway . I decide that i'm going to make a run for it and go to matts room cause there is no way i'm going back in my room and falling asleep . I start running slightly hyperventilating as I keep looking behind me feeling like something is behind me .

I reach the stairs and run down almost falling on my ass but manage not to . I run into the living room then go in the direction I saw Matt go earlier . I reach a door at the end of a long hall praying to god its his room and swing the door open . Im breathing so hard i've started to wheeze . Matt looks at me with terror crossing his face . He immediately gets up running to me . " Hey hey it's okay what's wrong?" he asks in a panicked and confused tone. " T-the power went out and I g-got scared ... I ran all the way d-down here" I say as i'm gasping for air , I don't think i've ever moved that fast in my life. " Well your here now its all okay , come on come sit with me " he says as he pulls me over to a small couch he has in his room in front of a fire place. I wish my room had a fire place in it . He sits down and pats the spot next to him , I sit down and he pulls me into his side holding me gently running his hand up and down my arm thats covered in goose bumps. I melt into him as the fire warms me and I feel nothing but comfort .

We sit in silence until I hear running coming from down the hall startling me . Chris comes running in Looking exactly how I did just moments before . " Guys... my fire went out and it went pitch black ... swear to god I started hearing whispering " he says and me and Matt both laugh. " Why you laughing you came in here cause you were scared to " he says smacking me shoulder playfully . " You got me there" I say smiling . " God its gonna be freezing in here by tomorrow if the power doesn't come back on" matt says and I nod agreeing . " Well have to call the owners Tommorrow if it doesn't ... giving its not looking like anyone is gonna be able to get up here anytime soon" chris says as he looks out the window seeing how much more snow has stuck . Probably a another good 5 inches has fallen since we've been here . Chris comes and sits next to me cuddling in letting the fire and my body heat warm him . Its comforting to know that they are here with me and aren't judging me for getting scared . I honestly felt like a little girl running to go tell her daddy there is monsters in her closet with the way I Usain bolted down here .

We all sit close to each other watching the fire dance , my eyes start to grow heavy and my head keeps falling onto matts shoulder . " Tired?" he asks and I nod looking up at him with half open eyes. " Go lay down i'll be there in a second" he says and I get up going over to the bed getting under the warm heavy comforter and snuggling into the silky sheets. " You sleeping in here tonight too?" he asks Chris and chris says yes because and I quote " if I leave the demons are gonna get me" which makes me laugh to myself . I feel matts weight on the bed as he settles into the other side of the bed , chris decides to take the couch .

I slowly start to fall asleep until I feel an arm wrap around me and pull me into them hardly making me gasp . I look to see Matt’s eyes closed but a small smirk on his face. I put my head back down and snuggle into his warm embrace . I’m again almost asleep when he grinds into me I’m guessing trying to get comfortable but… I think i feel his dick that im ALMosT positive is rock hard . I hold back the whimper that so badly wants to escape in as he settles .

I jolt back into consciousness when I hear a voice in my ear. “Y/n” it a low gravely voice but I slowly turn to face him , my eyes still closed because i genuinely can’t open them right now from how tired and half a sleep I am. “ you move so much in your sleep y-you were pressing against me “ he says and I pop my eyes open. “ I’m sorry I didn’t mean to” I say as I try and focus my eyes on his face. “ it’s okay I just … I know we’re best friends and I’d never want to ruin that but … fuck you got me hard y/n” he says in a gravely low tone . “ oh well… wanna do something about it?” I ask my tone laced with lust. I want him so badly it’s not even funny. “ what do you mean?” He asks confused and slowly moving back to try and see my face in the dark room. “ do you wanna fuck me matt” I ask in a teasing but serious tone. I hear him gulp and his breath stutter “ yeah I do “ he says sounding confident. “ then do it “ I whisper back as I grab his neck and pull him into a deep kiss. He climbs over me placing a hand around my throat deepening the kiss while his other hand slides into my underwear making me gasp . It’s get harder to stay quiet when his fingers slip into me and he curls them to hit the perfect spot.

“M-Matt” I whisper moan as he starts kissing and sucking on my neck. His fingers are still pumping into me perfectly as squelching sounds fill the quiet space. I whimper when he bites down on my shoulder causing delicious pain to spread through me and my orgasm approaches faster. " You gonna cum for me?" he whispers in my ear . I nod as I try and keep my noises quiet and controlled . " Come on be a good girl and cum all over my fingers" he whispers and i'm sent over the edge as a loud squeak escapes my mouth . I come down slowly as Matt removes his fingers putting them in his mouth sucking off my juices with a groan " fuck ... taste so sweet " . I blush as I look over in the direction of the couch making sure Chris didn't wake up . I see no sign of movement or noise so I return my gaze to Matt.

He undresses then helps me get fully undressed . I look down not being able to see very well in the dark room but the fire gives enough light to see the outline of his hard dick in his hand and fuck me its big . " You gonna be a good girl and take it?" he asks with a smirk , I nod "Yes sir" I say smiling waiting to see his reaction to the nick name. "Fuck " he groans obviously liking me calling him that. He slaps his dick on my clit making me whimper . He lines his tip to my entrance and slowly slides in making me groan at the sheer stretch of his size. " fuck you're so tight" Matt groans as I whimper and grab his bicep " M-matt shit " I whine as my grip on his arm tightens. He slowly works into me as I adjust to his size. " Doing so good for me" he whispers and I blush " you're so b-big " I whine as he slowly starts pumping in and out of me. He starts to speed up and his thrusts get rougher. I try so hard to hold in my moans as he pounds into me but slowly fail as they spill out of my mouth. " taking me so well " he praises and I moan loudly . " m-matt feels so good" I moan and he smirks " yeah how about you let chris hear how good it feels " he says in a rough voice and puts my legs over his shoulders pounding into me so hard I scream . 'MATT" I yell out as he hits so deep inside of me that I cant even try and be quiet anymore. " Yeah feel how deep I am" he groans as he looks down at my bulging stomach . " H-holy fUCK" I cry out as my legs start to shake .

I hear movement from where Chris was and look over to see him sitting up watching me over the back of the couch. I gasp as Matt grabs my chin making me look back at him . "Come on Chris Im sure shed love for you to join ... wouldn't you ?" He says smiling in a way that has chills running up my spine . " I - mmm" I don't know what to say to his question , I mean obviously I want Chris too but I feel like there is a right answer to his question . "wouldn't you?" he asks in a demanding tone as he lightly smacks me across the face. " y-yes" I gasp out as I feel my orgasm approaching and my legs start to tremble more. I look back over in Chris's direction to see he's started walking over to us , a smirk forming on his lips . " don't even think about cumming until you're gagging on Chris's dick " Matt growls as he feels me pulsing around him. I look at him nodding in understanding then look back over to see Chris standing right next to my head. He smiles down at me as he runs his hand softly over my cheek and grabs a hold off my hair pulling my head closer to him. He uses his other hand to pull his shorts and boxers down enough or his dick to pop out , I look at it as my eyes widen . He's probably 2 inches longer than Matt making me nervous . " Open up " he demands and I do . He shoves himself into my mouth forcing me to deep throat him making me gag . I cry around him as the pain of holding back my orgasm becomes too much . Matts hand moves to my clit rubbing circles making me buck off the bed and moan loudly around Chris as he abuses my throat with every thrust of his hips. " Be a good girl and cum for me" Matt says as he adds more pressure on my clit , with a muffled scream around Chris my orgasm hits me like train and my entire body spasms .

" Fucking shit , swallowing my dick so good" Chris groans as i'm coming down from my high , tears are streaming down my face as I look up at Chris with blurry eyes. " Fuck you look so good with my dick down your throat" He groans as he lets go of my hair and places his hand on my throat feeling himself as he thrusts in and out. I moan as Matt drops my legs from his shoulders and leans down placing kisses on my chest as he still pounds into me . Chris pulls out of my mouth as i'm gasping for air . Matts thrusts stop and he pulls out " All fours now" he orders and I quickly move onto my hands and wobbly legs . Chris gets onto the bed laying down right under me , his dick inches from my mouth. I take Chris back into my mouth as Matt slides back into me making me moan around Chris . " Fuck" Chris rasps out as he takes a hold of my hair . He uses my hair to bob my head up and down at the pace he wants and also pushes me down as far as he likes . Im gagging and moaning as Matt pounds into me from the back. “ fuck such a good little slut deep throating me like this “ Chris groans as he shoves me down further. Matt’s hand comes down harshly in my ass making me moan around Chris dick . Drool is dripping down my chin and face as in gagging an couching feeling another orgasm approaching. I have a feeling this one is going to absolutely ruin me . My legs start to shake and I hear Matt chuckle darkly behind me before smacking my ass . “ gonna cum for us again” he tuts as his hand comes down on my ass , I cry out as I try and nod my head . “ come on give it to me show me how good I Fuck you” Matt groans and his words immediately send me over the edge . I’m shaking back into Matt I accidentally open my throat so much that I fully take Chris’s length down my throat and my nose reaches his pelvis. He groans loudly as his dick twitches and he fills my throat . “ Jesus fuck “ he gasps as I come off of his coughing trying to regain my breathe. I rest my head on Chris’s thigh as Matt still mercilessly ponds into me from the back. “ fuck I love this ass” he says as he slaps it a couple times making me moan loudly . I look up at Chris who’s already looking at me with admiration in his eyes. He runs his thumb over my bottom lip I slowly open my mouth for him to slip it in . I suck his thumb as Matt’s pace starts to falter and his breathing gets louder. “ fuck gonna let me fill you up ?” He asks and I nod “ y-yes please” I whine as I grip Chris’s thigh . Matt’s hands grip my hair harshly pulling my head off of Chris’s lap as he thrusts hard and deep a couple times before filling me up . He lets out a whimper as he pulls out .

I immediately drop down onto the bed as I rest my upper half on chris's torso . " Jesus Christ" I mutter as I try to catch my breathe. Ive never felt this satisfied in my life , I cant help the smile that spreads across my face. " what you smiling about?" chris asks with a satisfied smirk on his lips . " How fucking good I feel " I answer back making them both laugh. " Yeah honestly best head i've ever had in my life" chris says while he strokes my hair. " Best pussy i've had in my life" Matt says as he lays down next to us . " Im exhausted " I say as my eyes close no longer being able to keep them open . " Shower in the morning?" Chris asks . " Yeah" Matt and i both say as we all fall asleep

[itsmebytch001]

OH MA GOD THE CARMY WRITING ABOUT BEING HIS KID WAS SO CUTE! maybe you could do something about bringing them to christmas with the family whiel mikey and donna are there (maybe they all have a soft spot for her, like she'sa baby carmy to them), or helping him cook in the restaurant while she is still young 🥰

Camry: "I don't want to go in"

He said sat in the drivers seat of his car, you in the back behind him right outside the large enough house, snowing profusely down, collecting on the roof of the car.

Richie: "Jesus cousin we just pulled up you can't chicken out now"

Carmy: "They don't even know were her-"

Richie: "Yeah because it's a surprise!, like surprise your out of touch son is here! and special guest, your granddaughter that he failed to fucking mention"

Y/n: "Language"

Richie: "Sorry Princess, but seriously Carm you can't just hide away forever, especially now you got Y/n it's not fair"

Carmy: "you don't ever bring round your kid to these god damm family events"

Richie: "I don't need to"

Carmy: "And why's that?"

Richie: "Cuz they know she exit's!"

Camry inhaled deeply, looking at you and back at the house.

Camry: "You ready baby?"

Y/n: "Yep!" You giggled swinging open the door and rushing over to the house, your father and Richie rushing after you.

Camry: "Y/n, Y/n stop!" He caught up to you, leaning down and placing a hand on your shoulder.

Camry: "My family's a bit intense yeah? so y'know if you wanna leave at any point just say the word and were gone, kay"

Y/n: ""M'kay"

Richie: "we literally just got here and your already planning an escape? Jesus man"

The closer the door got the worse his anxiety got,

breath in breath out it's all gonna be okay, they're gonna love her it's all gonna be just fine.

Finally approaching the door, Riche knocked, and not getting an immediate answer knocked again.

click click

dear God, take me now please Carmy thought to him self.

Donna's tired face peers round the door.

Donna: "OH! look who it is!"

Camry: "You invited us" He said monotonely

Donna: "And who is this?" She asked gesturing to you.

Carmy: "uhh That's my kid...Y/n"

Donna:"...what?"

...

...

Donna: "WHAT?!"

Camry: "I know Ma jus-"

Donna: "Don't fucking 'Ma' me!"

Now, having moved to the kitchen Richie took you upstairs, while your father fended for himself down stairs against the beast.

Donna: "Jesus Camry, fucking Jesus you had a baby and you didn't even call?!"

Camry: "I know it just didn't feel like the right time"

Donna: "The right time? The right time would have been when you found out whatever floozy you knocked up realised she was pregnant"

Camry: "Don't, don't say that Ma"

Donna: "How old is she, like 8, 9?"

Carmy: "eight"

Donna: "8 years?! You had eight years and you didn't even call?" She said, her eyes misting gripping onto a serving spoon.

Carmy: "I know, I know I should have called but, but I just got so busy with, with life with school with all sorts of shit I was just trying to keep everything afloat an-"

Donna: "Your only 29, you had her 21? Are you insane?!"

Carmy: "It's a bit late now to be lecturing me"

Donna: "Oh God, Oh God" She cried still gripping the spoon tight in her grasp, leaning over the sink taking deep breaths in and out.

Donna: "You need to leave"

Carmy: "What?"

Donna: "You cannot just show up to my house, after no fucking contact dragging along some kid"

Camry: "She's not some kid Ma, she's your granddaughter you can't just kick us out"

Donna: "This is my house! this is my house It's mine It's mine Its MINE" She cried, sounding almost in pain, bashing the spoon onto the pan.

Carmy: "Okay...Okay" He said putting his hands up in defeat, scurrying out of the kitchen and into the living room only to bump into...Mike.

Mike: "hey hey man, what the hell is going on in there?"

Camry: "Ma's acting crazy, I really don't want to expose Y/n to this kinda shit but I don't want to drive back and have to explain to her why were leaving, can you take this?"

Mike: "yeah, yeah I got you" He patted his brothers back sending him off up stairs, where Richie kept you entertained with TV blaring so that you could not hear the commotion down stairs.

Camry: "Hey sweetie, you good?"

Y/n: "I'm good"

Camry, to Richie: " I told you not to let her use the TV"

Richie: "Why the hell not?"

Camry: "Cuz it's bad for her! I don't want to fucking Ipad kid"

Richie: "It was ethier this, or let her hear your Mom ripping you a new ass hole."

Camry:"...Okay, fair enough"

After Mike had finally gotten Donna to calm down, Camry and Y/n were invited down to the dinner table for charismas dinner, with you across your father, next to your Aunt Nattily crammed in the corner, all enjoying the delicate peace you had established.

For Now...

[eff4freddie]

2 Sweet 4 Me | Epilogue

Dieter Bravo x AFAB Reader Words: 800 Warnings: None

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

A/N: Ok I couldn't leave these two where they were at the end of part three. I did say it was a love story. And I do think Dieter's come to a better place as a result of it. That's a happy ending, right?

Dieter shivered. He didn’t like LA, always found the place so phony, too constructed, but fuck if he didn’t prefer the weather. He pulled his jacket tight over his shoulders, holding it closed at the neck as he moved through the hotel lobby. He could see Rudy waiting, holding the front passenger door open for him, could see the paparazzi and the autograph hunters lining up for a piece of him. Dieter sighed. He’d taken that job you’d recommended, that little indie project with an up-and-coming director, and he’d accidentally resurrected his career with it. Prep was underway for awards season. He was exhausted by it already.

As he got into the car he waved to the fans out on the street, laughed when they screamed at him. As Rudy pulled away from the curb he settled in, letting the seat warmers ease his joints a little.

‘One day, Rudy, I’m gonna be the one driving,’ he said, and Ruby grinned at him.

‘Oh, don’t pretend you don’t love being a little passenger princess,’ Rudy playfully griped at him, and Dieter rolled his eyes.

‘I dunno man, it just feels a bit like I want to take the wheel in a few different ways,’ Dieter said, liking the metaphor. Rudy was quiet, watching the road.

He was heading to a screening, then a short Q&A afterwards, in a little theatre off Broadway that had maybe 150 seats. It was one of those intimate settings, SAG or whatever. Maybe Julliard. He couldn’t remember, they’d blurred together. This one was going to be industry people though, 150 of his peers and colleagues, some of them with voting rights. He was mostly going as part of the ensemble. He liked those, as it turned out. Less pressure on him.

He thought about you. Even though it had been months since you’d last been together, since he’d texted, sent you a handful of rambling voice notes, he still scanned every crowd for your face. Couldn’t help it, didn’t want to stop doing it, even though it hurt him he still preferred it to not hoping. He’d never been an optimist. Except when it came to you.

There had been one time a few weeks back, at the Arclight of all places, that he’d seen you. You had your hair up, and your date-night boots on, and he’d felt his stomach drop a little at the thought of it. Maybe it wasn’t you, it was just someone as beautiful as you, maybe he was pining so hard he’d started hallucinating you. He could see you were waiting for someone, but Dieter couldn’t stand around long enough to see who.

For a second, he’d imagined it was him. That you’d heard he was going to a matinee of Rashomon, that maybe you’d come out to catch the glimpse of him he was now enjoying of you. Or maybe you were waiting for him because he’d called you, and you’d answered this time, and because you’d agreed to meet him, to dip your toe back in. Maybe you were dressed up in your date boots because you knew that he would know what it meant, that this wasn’t a friend thing, that this was something else entirely. Maybe you were waiting for him to wrap you up in his arms, bundle you into the back of an uber and take you home, finally, home.  

Now, in the car with Rudy, he contemplated his own selfishness. Sober sober - not just LA sober - for the first time in a long time he remembered with better clarity the way he had hurt you, lied to you, tried to hide the ugly, dark sides of himself from you even when all you’d wanted was to stand alongside him in them. His sixth therapist had a couple of ideas why that might have been the case. He wanted to talk to you about them, get your thoughts, and knew that, too, was just selfishness.

Rudy pulled up to the theatre, just as it started to snow. He knew it was better this way for you. That this way you had a fighting chance at a future, at a family. But still, Dieter wondered if you would emerge in the backrow, pop up in New York somehow, drop in from some other industry event into this one. Just to see him, just to let him know you were there. Dieter knew it was impossible, and also, didn’t care. He wondered in that moment if you regretted things, felt a stab in his chest at the idea that you might. He wondered if you ever pined for him, reached out across a cold bed and felt for him. He wondered if you ever scanned the crowds looking for him, if he wanted you to, if he wanted that for you.

He wondered if he would ever be the kind of man he wanted to be, the one that finally put you first, your happiness, what you needed. If that would be enough to hold him. Wondered if wanting you, missing you, loving you still, if that was all it would be for him, if that would be enough. He schooled his features, prepared to swing the door open and step out. Decided, in the absence of any information to the contrary, that it would.  

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@missladym1981

@misstokyo7love

@ghostofzion

@dieterbravobrainrotclub

@the-feckless-wonder

@swankyorange

[blouisparadise]

Here are some amazing bottom Louis fics posted or completed during the month of August. We really hope you enjoy this list and that you give these fics a lot of love. Happy reading!

1) Untamed Desire | Explicit | 1333 words

Note: This fic is locked and can only be read by AO3 users.

Harry isn‘t happy with the new securities work etiquette.

2) Bet On It | Explicit | 2945 words

Note: The main pairing in this fic is Louis/OMC.

“We should make a bet,” Louis says out loud, waiting for Dante to look up from his tablet and see Louis’ pouty lips. “Not a fucking chance.”

3) The Best Of Friends | Not Rated | 3226 words

This is mostly just narrative. So if that's not for you...well too bad. Oh, and top!Harry Bottom! Louis. So fucking long.....

4) Broken Nest | Mature | 3858 words

Louis hopes no one touches his nest, and when someone does, Harry is there to save him.

5) We Didn't Get It Right But, Love, We Did Our Best | General Audiences | 4965 words

“I can't be arsed to call Harry, it’s his fault” He said, a petulant huff to his tone that would have had Oli smirking to himself on a normal day. “This only happened because I was climbing on the counter to get the bath stuff he keeps where only his obnoxiously long arms can reach.” And really, Louis deserved the feeling that almost winded him when he went to show how he’d had to stretch. The sudden movement felt like ripping a hole through Louis’ skin, and if that hadn’t shut the omega up the genuine fear on his best friend’s face finally did. Damn karma, damn his stupid little animated hands.

6) Snow Storm Rut | Mature | 5560 words

Request: So basically Harry, Louis, Liam, Zayn, and Niall were chilling at a picnic until it started snowing so they all went home. Louis was driving with Harry when they got a text that the storm was so heavy they needed to put the car next to the road. Suddenly, Harry felt his rut coming and needed an omega.

7) Wildest Dreams | Teen & Up | 17383 words

When Harry saw Louis at the Met Gala, it was love at first sight. Except for the fact that Louis has a boyfriend. Louis is head over heels for his beloved boyfriend, he’s sure they are gonna marry one day. But will Harry change all of that?

8) Only the Brave | Not Rated | 20032 words

He can do this. That’s the phrase Louis’ repeating nonstop, like a mantra that will help keep him upright and fighting. He can do this. He has to believe he can do this, or he’ll drop to the floor, exhausted, dead, or whatever, and he refuses to make his efforts go to waste like that. He’s a warrior, he has what it takes to help defeat the enemy. He just needs to make it to the City, and he’ll be fine.

9) Science & Faith | Mature | 36442 words

Louis Tomlinson is a science major who's dedicated his life to proving that love doesn't actually exist. Harry's the philosophy major determined to prove him wrong.

10) I Would Rather Go Blind | Mature | 67788 words

"I would rather go blind" is a heartfelt coming-of-age story set in 1960s England, where societal expectations clash with personal identity, and a young man named Henry embarks on a transformative journey at Oxford University. Harry Styles, the son of a renowned lawyer from a traditional and affluent family, steps onto the prestigious grounds of Oxford with a mix of anticipation and trepidation. Caught between the weight of his family's expectations and his own desire for self-discovery, Harry seeks solace and understanding amidst the bustling student life. It is in this unfamiliar world that Harry crosses paths with Louis Tomlinson, an enigmatic and free-spirited fellow student. Louis possesses an intriguing blend of charisma, wit, and fearlessness that captivates Harry from the moment they meet. Drawn to Louis's magnetic personality, Harry finds himself irresistibly pulled into a realm of adventure, rebellion, and a newfound sense of liberation. Set against the backdrop of a transformative era for LGBTQ+ rights, "I would rather go blind" explores the struggles, triumphs, and personal growth of a young man grappling with his sexual identity in a time of societal conservatism.

12) Save Me (From Myself) | Explicit | 159327 words

The problem with being friends with Liam Payne was that he had a lot of friends... and forced them to be around each other. When they finished high school, both Louis and Harry were equally relieved that they wouldn't have to tolerate each other constantly or whatever it was that they did. For five years, it worked out perfectly. They'd only had to see each other a handful of times. Unfortunately, Liam had to go and get engaged, ask them to both be groomsmen, and then go full groomzilla on their arses. With just twelve weeks to plan the 'perfect' destination wedding and throw every ridiculous pre-wedding celebration Liam and his fiancée stumble across, it was safe to say they were firmly back in each other's lives. And no one could have predicted that was exactly what they needed.

Check out our other fic rec lists by category here and by title here.

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"Four Little Maple Leaves"

*This is a family au so I did age up a character in this*

*I made Natalya fifty-nine in this so it could make more sense*

Doughnut Team: @afterdarkprincess @thlayli-ra

“The snow is really hitting hard” Solo says quietly as he looks out the plane window. It was the day after his match against Roman and Solo wanted time to himself after suffering a humiliating loss. His phone kept blowing up with texts from his brothers and surprisingly Roman as well but he ignored them. He just booked a flight to Canada and hopped on a plane and is currently waiting for it to land. It was two o'clock in the morning and he just wanted to sleep in a warm bed but he'd have to drive to the location first.

It was ten minutes later that the plane finally landed and Solo got to get off. He made it to the rental car and just started driving. He was careful with driving considering it was snowing hard and just continued listening to the GPS on his phone. “Hope she doesn't mind company at this hour” Solo says quietly as he feels tears start to brim at his eyes. He wishes he wasn't very emotional after losing matches but his aunt always told him that it was ok and crying means you have a kind heart.

The woman he's visiting isn't really his aunt but a long time friend of the family but Solo considers her his aunt. She basically helped raise the four of them since Solo was a baby. Anytime the four of them need comfort after losing a match they always come to visit her and stay for a few days. They'd bake sweets with her, make dinner, watch old wrestling matches and do their own commentary, basically anything to keep the four of them from thinking about a loss.

He made it to a small house with a chimney that still has some smoke blowing out. He parked his car in front of the garage and got out. He still felt tears streaming down his face as he got his suitcase out the trunk and walked up to the door. He rang the doorbell and automatically heard footsteps from inside. “I'm coming!” A voice said as the footsteps came closer to the door. The door opened to reveal an older woman whose smile vanished upon seeing Solo.

“A-Aunt N-Nattie” Solo says through tears while in the freezing snow. “Oh Solo baby come here!” Natalya says as she brings Solo into a hug. Solo just cries into his aunt's shirt as she rubs his back. “I know baby I know” Natalya says quietly as she comforts him. “I-I just w-wanted to win!” Solo says quietly. “I know baby but let's not think about that ok? You've had a long day and you need some rest! We can talk about it in the morning, ok sweetheart?” Natalya asks, receiving a nod from Solo in return.

She ushers him into the house and Solo takes his shoes off and puts them by the door. “You get yourself settled and I'll tuck you into bed in about twenty minutes” Natalya says with a small smile as she walks into the kitchen. Solo makes it to the guest bedroom, unloads his suitcase and puts on pajamas. He sits on the edge of the bed and sighs. He should answer the texts from his brothers and Roman to tell them that he was ok but he just couldn't. “God, these past twenty-four hours fucking sucked” Solo says as he puts his head in his hands.

“I thought I told you not to think about it?” Natalya asks, spooking Solo. “Sorry aunt Nattie but how could I forget embarrassing the living hell out of myself on live tv?” Solo asks curiously. “Going to sleep would probably be a good start! Now get into bed or you won't get to sleep with Bobo tonight!” Natalya says as she reveals a teddy bear from behind her back. Solo's eyes go wide at seeing his childhood toy. “Gimme! Gimme! Gimme!” Solo says with grabby hands, causing his aunt to laugh.

“You gonna go to bed?” Natalya asks, receiving a nod from Solo. Solo yawns as he gets under the covers. Natalya hands him the teddy bear as she tucks Solo in properly. “Night aunt Nattie” Solo says quietly as he cuddles his teddy bear and lets sleep take over him. “Goodnight sweetheart, we're gonna have a fun day tomorrow” Natalya says as she turns the bedside lamp off, kisses Solo on the forehead and leaves the room.

The next morning, Solo wakes up to a sweet smell coming from the kitchen. He walks into the kitchen, teddy bear clutched in his arm and sees his aunt pouring something into a saucepan. “What smells so good in here?” Solo asks as he rubs his eyes. “Morning to you too! Also I'm making your favorite dessert!” Natalya says as she points to the rolls in the metal tray on the counter. “Pani Popo?” Solo asks hopefully as he looks over Natalya's shoulder.

“Yup! You wanna help make the sauce? I know you always love doing this” Natalya offers as she gets out the whisk. “You know me too well” Solo says with a quiet laugh as he sets his teddy bear on the counter, takes the whisk and starts stirring. “I'm your aunt! I'm supposed to know everything about you kids!” Natalya says with a laugh as she sets a timer. “How long do I gotta do this for again?” Solo asks curiously. “About five minutes and don't lick the whisk right afterwards! We don't want another accident like last time!” Natalya says with a laugh, causing Solo to blush.

“This really does help take my mind off” Solo says as he continues stirring. “Cooking always took my mind off things too when I felt down” Natalya says truthfully as the timer dings. “Time's up! Now we pour them over the rolls!” Natalya says happily as she takes the plastic wrap off the tray. “Finally, my hand was starting to cramp!” Solo says with a small whine, causing his aunt to roll her eyes as she brings the tray over. “Ok now carefully dump two-thirds of the sauce over the rolls” she explains as she turns off the stove. Solo carefully pours some of the sauce over the rolls and puts them in the oven then puts the rest of the sauce to the side.

“Good job sweetie! I knew you could do it!” Natalya says happily as she grabs the timer again. “Thanks aunt Nattie” Solo says with a smile. “OK now we wait for thirty minutes for them to cook!” Natalya says as she sets the timer. “What do we do until then?” Solo asks as he grabs his teddy bear and sits in a chair. “Now, we gotta talk about your problem” Natalya says gently, making Solo squirm a bit. “Do we really have to? I don't wanna face Roman anytime soon” Solo says truthfully.

“How about this, you close your eyes and imagine I'm Roman! You tell me what you would tell Roman if you saw him ok?” Natalya offers, Solo nodding in response. He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes. “Roman, what I wanna know is why? Why couldn't you just acknowledge me? I loved you but you didn't love me. You never loved me. No matter what I did to prove that I was on your level. No matter what I did to prove to you my love! DAMMIT ROMAN! Why couldn't you just say it once” Solo says as he feels himself start to cry again.

He heard his aunt sniffling and also heard the sound of chairs scraping against the floor. He gasped when he felt a pair of strong arms wrapped around his shoulders. Solo opened his eyes and saw Jimmy and Jey sitting across from him. He gets up quickly and sees the person that was hugging him was none other than Roman. “Roman?” Solo asks quietly as Roman looks at him. “I acknowledge you” Roman says, Solo can't believe what he's hearing. “Again” Solo says with hope in his eyes.

“I acknowledge you and I love you my tribal prince” Roman says with a smile. Solo just hugs Roman and buries his face into his cousin's shirt. “I love you too! Thank you!” Solo says through tears. He feels Jimmy and Jey join the hug as well. “We love you so much Solo” Jey says quietly. “Don't you forget it” Jimmy says as well. They all hug for a few minutes until they break up and see Natalya was crying. “Are you crying aunt Nattie?” Jey asks with a smile.

“No! I got stuff in my eye, that's all!” Natalya says as she fans her face. “Aww you want a hug aunt Nattie? Come here!” Jimmy says as he bear hugs their aunt and gives her a wet kiss on the cheek. “You still slobber like a dog Jimmy!” Natalya says as she wipes her face, Jimmy sticking his tongue out in return. The timer goes off signaling that the rolls are done. “Aww shit is that the fire alarm?!?” Jey asks as he covers his ears.

“No Jey, that's the timer going off. Do you seriously not remember that aunt Nattie told us her and Solo were making Pani Popo today?” Roman asks with an eyebrow raised. “Sorry uce, I probably have short term memory loss from all the damn punches to the head you've given me over the past four years ya dingus!” Jey says while giving Roman the middle finger. Without hesitation, Roman puts Jey in a headlock and gives him a noogie.

“Hey you two, settle down! You three go sit on the couch until the food is done, understand?” Natalya asks with a serious tone. “Yes ma'am!” All three men said as they went to sit on the couch. “I'm surprised you're the behaved one Solo! Anyways, you wanna drizzle the rest of the sauce on?” Natalya asks sweetly as she pulls the tray out the oven. “You know I do” Solo says as he grabs the bowl and pours the remaining sauce onto the rolls.

“Looks perfect Solo! Now come on, let's go feed those animals!” Natalya says, causing Solo to laugh as he grabs his teddy bear. They make it to the living room and set the tray on the coffee table. “Damn these look good!” Jimmy says as he reaches down but gets slapped by Roman. “Ow! What the hell was that for uce?” Jimmy asks as he rubs his injured hand. “Solo made them so I think it's only fair that he gets to eat first” Roman says, surprising Solo.

All three of them looked at Solo, causing him to freeze up. He felt himself fidgeting in place while clutching his teddy bear. Roman lets out a quiet laugh as he gets up, picks up Solo and puts him on his lap on the couch. “Just like when we were kids huh?” Roman says, causing Solo to blush. Solo grabs a roll from the tray with the rest grabbing one right after. The rolls are sticky, gooey and taste like heaven in Solo's mouth. “Damn these taste good!” Jey says happily.

“Damn little bro, you made them perfectly!” Jimmy says as he shoves the whole thing in his mouth. “I'm proud of you Solo, these are so delicious” Roman says, making Solo feel appreciated. “Thanks you guys” Solo says quietly. “How about we watch some old wrestling matches while we eat? Which era do you boys wanna watch?” Natalya asks as she grabs the remote. “Our tag team reign!” Jimmy and Jey say at the same time, causing Roman to roll his eyes.

“You guys are so full of yourselves! I would recommend watching the Shield era but what do you wanna watch Solo?” Roman asks with a smile. “I wanna watch when we started the OG Bloodline!” Solo says happily. “OG Bloodline it is!” Natalya says as she puts on the video playlists. Natalya looks at the four boys on the couch and smiles. She's happy Solo is feeling better again and that she gets to spend time with her four little maple leaves.

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Not Alone (Sternclay)

One of the whumpcember winners was "you're not alone." In the original prompt list this was the "comfort" option, but none of the options I came up with in that vein were clicking. So, this ended up set in the same universe as this vigilante Stern Au.

This fill is NSFW, and because of the AU this roleplay is pretty intense; it's cnc, although it's made clear early on this is an agreed on and consented to scene they've been planning.

Barclay guides the car up the small, northwoods road, relieved when the dark green cabin finally appears around a corner. The trees are snow-dusted, the smoke from the chimney is a welcoming curl, and there’s no sign of anyone for miles. 

Just like he hoped for.

He pulls up next to the wooden porch, hurrying into the mud room and punching in the code the owner gave him. Waiting for him is an open living room with comfy chairs and couches, all in warm tones. The light from the fireplace casts amber across the walls, and the kitchen is as cozy and well-stocked as promised. 

Footsteps on the stairs make him jump, and he turns to find a tall man with dark hair standing on the bottom step. 

“You must be Mr. Cobb.” The man’s smile is polite, “I’m Joseph, the owner. I mean to be out before you got here, but the last visitors left a more chaotic mess than I expected. I’m almost done, then I’ll be out of your hair.”

“No rush. And thanks for going the extra mile. I’m gonna go grab my stuff from the car.”

He brings in his dufflebag, manages to pull his snow boots off without making a mess, and looks up in time to see Joseph giving him a subtle once-over as he carries new towels upstairs. 

“Is it just you?”

“Nah, my boyfriend is meeting me up here when he’s done with work. We wanted to get away from the city. Get some space, y’know?”

A small laugh, “Well you’ll have more than enough here. Usually I rent to family reunions and things like that.” He brushes his hands off on his slacks, “That was the last of it. My number is on the fridge and I live in town, so if anything goes haywire, give me a call.”

“Thanks” Barclay shows him to the door. As he rests his hand on the side of it, Joseph sets his own on top of his knuckles.

“I hope you two enjoy the solitude.”

“I think we will.”

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“Can I ask you something?” 

Barclay looks up back from packing up the beard trimmer to where Joseph is perched on the bed, “Yeah?”

“Are you still interested in me being more…menacing when I’m roleplaying Sir?”

Blood heads south at the idea, but Barclay knows the voice Joseph uses when a hypothetical acts as foreplay, and this isn’t it. 

“Fuck yeah.” He joins him on the bedspread, “but only if you’re fucking positive you’ll be okay with it. I think it’d be hot as fuck to be even more at your mercy, but I can also live the rest of my life with that being exactly that: a fantasy.” He takes Joseph’s hands, “what I’m trying to say is, if you wanna do it, we can. If you don’t, we don’t.”

His boyfriend raises his hand and kisses his knuckles, “That helps a lot. Thank you.”

Barclay rests his head on his shoulder, “Are you interested in it?”

A smile, sweet and earnest, utterly unlike the edge that enters Joseph’s voice as he murmurs, “You know, big guy, I think I am.”

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Barclay unpacks the groceries for the weekend into the fridge, then settles in with his knitting by the fire. Thacker’s been teaching him how, and he wants to make him a thank-you gift.

On the way to the kitchen to refill his tea, his phone buzzes.

J: Running late. There by dinner.

Snow falls gently outside the window, forming  lacework on the roof of a small shed in the backyard. The storm wasn’t supposed to start until tomorrow. He wouldn’t mind–in fact, he thinks snow is romantic–but his boyfriend still has to make it here. 

Barclay: Ok, drive safe. Love you.

He passes the rest of the afternoon reading, knitting, and napping. When he wakes up under a tartan blanket, the world outside is dark except for the occasional swirl of white past the windows. 

Barclay: ETA? I can wait to have dinner until you get here.

While he waits for the response, wanders the perimeter of the living room, taking in the eerie view. There’s no light from any direction, and when he cracks the window the only sound is the storm. 

Weird, the windows don’t have any curtains on them. 

A flicker from the backyard catches his eye. He swears a light comes on in the shed, just for a moment. When he turns to look more closely, it’s gone. Maybe he should go look, just in case that’s a sign the breaker is about to go or something. 

He nearly drops the phone when it vibrates in his hand. 

J: Had to stop at a hotel to be safe. See you tomorrow. 

Barclay looks at the message, then back out at the shed. Still no light. He probably just caught a weird reflection from the house. There’s no reason for anyone but him to be out here. He’s alone.

For now.

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The first time they try it, Barclay can barely walk the rest of the night. He’s exhausted, a kind of boneless he didn’t know a person could be, and been through such an adrenaline rush that even if his muscles can move him, his brain suggests staying flat on the bed.

After helping him up long enough to shower, Joseph indulges him with glee. He’s wrapped up and tucked in, caressed, pet, and kissed whenever he asks. Plied with nice tea and even nicer bourbon, brought a meal from his favorite New American place in town on a tray. 

“I have to remind you how I really feel.” Joseph murmurs at one point, kissing the bruises from where Barclay fought the cuffs.

“Mission fucking accomplished. But, uh” he catches Joseph's hands, holding them between their chests, “this whole night has been that. It means so fucking much to me that you trust me to do this with you, and that you’re the kinda guy trust enough to let it happen. I love you so fucking much. And I know you love me, too.”

Joseph looks at him, relief burning bright in his eyes, and leans in for a kiss. 

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Barclay goes to bed around 9:30. 

At 10, he hears something in the house. Disoriented, he sits up, listening as close as he can. Maybe it was just snow sliding off the roof, or a breaking branch. 

Just under the howl of the storm, he picks up the scuffs and quiet creaks of someone moving around downstairs. 

It’s impossible. There’s no one here, no way for anyone to even get here given how blanketed the backroads must all be. He can relax. 

Another noise. Maybe footsteps. Maybe the house settling. 

“Fuck it” he groans, pushing away the blankets and climbing out of bed. He’s 6’3 and plenty strong; if some random person is breaking into the building, he likes his odds of chasing them off. 

Not that there’s anyone here. 

He creeps down the stairs, flicking on the lights in each room. There’s nothing weird in sight, and the doors and windows are all locked, just like when he went to bed. 

Relieved, and somewhat annoyed, that it was his imagination, he heads back to bed. It really was ridiculous, thinking anyone could be in here but him. Hell, the only people who know he’s here are his boyfriend and the owner. 

His steps slow as he reaches the bedroom. 

The owner, who knew it’d just be two people here. The owner who wouldn’t need to break a window or find an unlocked door to get in. 

The owner who said goodbye this afternoon, only now that he’s thinking back, Barclay doesn’t remember hearing a car pulling away. 

“Fuck” He hisses, turning and ready to bolt out of the house and into his car. 

The bedroom door swings closed, and Joseph leans against it with a mildly pleased expression as he watches Barclay jerk to a stop. 

“I wouldn’t leave if I were you. It’s dangerous out there.”

“What the fuck is going on?” Aggressively as he dares, Barclay steps toward him. The other man has traded his cozy sweater for a black, long-sleeved shirt, and his hair is slicked back instead of loose.

“You tell me. You strike me as smart. Enough.”

“I’m sure as fuck smarter than you. If anything happens to me, you really think the owner of the place isn’t gonna be a prime suspect.”

“I agree. Which is why I’m not actually the owner. They live all the way in Chicago, and rarely send someone out to check on this place unless a large group just left.”

His heart slithers up his throat, “My boyfriend knows I’m here, too. He’s getting in later tonight.”

A casual shake of the head, “We both know that’s not true.”

Joseph reaches into his pocket and tosses a phone Barclay’s way. He recognizes the case, dotted with silhouettes of bigfoot, instantly. 

“What did you do to him?” Barclay whispers. 

“Nothing you need to worry about.” A cruel glint enters his eye, “and it’s not polite to lie, big guy.”

Barclay fights the urge to throw the phone at him and instead rushes the door. Joseph does jump aside, but before Barclay can even touch the nob, his back slams into the wood and a knife is at his throat. The blade feels suspiciously like plastic, but he freezes just to be safe.

“It’s not polite to run, either. Not when I’ve gone to all this trouble to plan an evening for you.”

“Fuck you” he gasps as Joseph’s other hand fists into his hair and pulls.

“Let me make one thing very clear. This is happening, no matter what you do. But how it ends depends entirely on how well-behaved you can be for me. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir.” He whimpers.

The hand leaves his hair and the knife disappears,“Good boy. Go stand by the bed.”

He obeys, unable to take his eyes off Joseph as the intruder strolls to the closet and pulls out a small, black briefcase from behind the laundry hamper. Setting it on the dresser, he turns back to Barclay with a calculating look, then strides over and pulls his sleep-shirt roughly over his head. Instead of removing it entirely, he twists and knots the fabric until Barclay’s arms are trapped behind his back.

“Lay down. Good boy.” 

Barclay wishes he didn’t blush at the pet name, wishes Joseph didn’t notice. He braces to be insulted, but all the other man does is trace a finger over his reddening cheek. 

“Such a gorgeous specimen.” He pulls on black, latex gloves and climbs onto the bed. The hunger in his eyes makes it clear what he’s after, and so Barclay doesn’t bother fighting him when he pulls down his sweatpants and sets them aside. 

“I’m starting to see” a gloved finger teases up one thigh and down the other, “why your boyfriend didn’t even hesitate to get out of the car when I blocked the road. He was too busy thinking about this to even wonder if it was a trap.” His palm glides up Barclays dick, wrapping loosely around the tip as Barclay groans and forces his hips to stay still. 

Joseph studies his face as he strokes him again and again, mercifully not commenting on how quickly Barclay got it up. 

“You don’t have to keep still, big guy. I want you to enjoy this.”

“N-no you don’t.” Barclay whines is a thumb rubs the tip, “this is some fucked up game that’s all for you, you don’t give a fuck about me.”

“On the contrary.” Joseph shifts positions, drags his tongue along Barclays shaft, “you’re a captivating specimen.”

Barclay moans, the noise going embarrassingly high as Joseph takes his cock into his mouth. He works deliberately, expertly, as if his only goal in life is to make Barclay cum down his throat. Logic tells him to twist away, to not give in, but all he can do is spread his legs wider and make pleading sounds as Joseph plays with his ass, thighs, and balls. 

“Fuck, oh fuck” his shoulders and hips jerk as his orgasm barrels toward him, “sir please, please-”

He cums, shaking and bucking into Joseph’s mouth. The other man is unbothered, happily sucking him through it until he softens. 

The intruder sits back, carefully wiping his lips, “What do you say?”

Being polite seems the path to safety, so he pants, “Thank, thank you, sir.” 

Joseph stands, returning to the briefcase. Barclay can’t see the contents, but silver catches the light and he shrinks back.

“Are you thinking that now that I’ve had my fun, I’m going to remove it?” The tone is too businesslike to be comforting. 

He nods, panicked, and tries to squirm backwards on the bed.

“I won’t say I’ve never done that, but it’s not my plan for you.” Joseph turns, revealing a pair of satin, blue, lacy boxers, “I want to put my favorite toy in an appropriate case.” 

Barclay feels the blush run from his toes to his scalp, sighs happily in spite of himself as the fabric slides into place. 

“Color?” Joseph helps him sit up, undoing the knots in his shirt enough to remove it the rest of the way. 

“Not sure I could be greener.”

A sweet kiss to his shoulder, “Me too.”

The next kiss is followed by a scrape of teeth on his skin, “Let’s go downstairs. This next part will be much nicer by the fireplace.”

“N-next part?”

“I didn’t go to all this trouble to just fuck you once.” Joseph stands, tossing him a flannel shirt, “you can put that on if you’re cold, but don’t button it.”

“Yes, sir.” 

He wishes Joseph had put him on a leash, so he’d have some excuse for following someone who will probably kill him through the house like a puppy. 

Barclay stands patiently on the rug as Joseph stokes the fire back to life, wondering if he’ll burn him and hating how his cock twitches at the idea. 

“Get on your stomach, on the rug.” Joseph stays kneeling, waiting for Barclay to fully comply before getting up and roaming around the room. The rug is sheepskin, and between it and the fire he feels luxuriously warm. If his brain wasn’t so intent on tracking Joseph’s movements, he’d just fall asleep right here.

Blues music drifts over from the speaker in the kitchen as Joseph returns and straddles his hips. There’s a click and an acrid smell, then the tip of a marker tracing an abstract shape along his lower back. The hand not busy drawing runs along Barclay’s spine and into his hair, petting him in idle swoops and swirls. 

“What’re you drawing?” Barclay asks as the marks start on his thigh.

“It’s force of habit more than anything else, but here, set your arm out and I’ll show you.”

He lays his right arm out. Joseph brings the marker up, tracing thin, black lines along his hands and up his arms. It feels nice, almost tickles, and he lets his eyes fall closed until Joseph is done. 

“That should give you the gist of it.”

Barclay turns his head and brings his right hand in toward his face. His stomach twists; the marks aren’t random. They’re the outlines of tendons, muscle groups, and veins. 

Before he can scramble back or try to throw Joseph off him, a hand closes around the back of his neck. 

“Don’t.”

“Don’t what? Try to keep you from fucking carving me up like a fucking stake?” He yelps as Joseph hauls him up and back by his hair, forcing him to kneel. 

“I’m not going to cut you. Unless you forget your manners again, in which case I may find some minor muscle to slice.” Joseph growls in his ear, “I do this out of habit and, when it comes to you, to show you what I’m capable of. What I’m choosing not to do to my perfect specimen. Now, are you going to go back to being my sweet, obedient Barclay?”

“Yes, sir.” Tears prick his eyes as Joseph gives a final tug on his hair. 

“Get up and take those off. Then come sit in my lap.”

Barclay shakily pulls down his underwear and wobbles to the chair Joseph is waiting in. The instant he sits down, there’s a pop of plastic and Joseph is dripping lube onto his gloved fingers. 

“Sir? Oh, oh fuck, fuck!” He groans and rests his head against Joseph’s shoulders as fingers work into him with rough, precise presses. 

“Yes? Use your words, big guy.”

“Wh-why are you doing this?”

“Because I can” the fingers push deeper, “no one can stop me. No one ever figures it out. And, in your case, because taking you apart makes me feel like this.” He drags one of Barclay’s hands down to his crotch, where his cock is fighting against his zipper. 

He presses Barclay’s hand closer, grinding against it, “Get my cock out.”

Barclay barely manages it with his shaking fingers. Watches, rapt, as Joseph slicks himself up before unceremoniously pulling Barclay to him and shoving him down, moaning as Barclay yelps and writhes at the intrusion. The action is so unlike his precision the rest of the night, and Barclay is flattered that the thought of fucking him is what drove it. 

“Shh, don’t worry, I’ll give you a moment to adjust. I still need to finish” he produces the pen, setting it against Barclay’s chest, “you know, this makes it all the easier to appreciate your body. To see the tantalizing shape of these” he follows the path of Barclays pecs, pinching each nipple when he’s done, “and to find the muscle hidden by this wonderful forest of fur.” He cards his fingers through the hair on Barclay’s chest and stomach as the marker continues its movements. 

Barclay is going to cry; something about the way Joseph is talking, the way the detachment in his gaze is giving way to wonder and affection. The way he feels like he’s burning at every spot where their bodies meet. 

“Then there’s all this” the pen traces over his navel in calculated strokes, “it’s not the only reason I decided to keep you alive, but I suspect it’s what will help you stay that way down the line.” He caps the pen, tapping it roughly against Barclays still-soft cock. 

Barclay sobs, which turns to a cry halfway through as Joseph holds him down by his hips and fucks up into him. 

“It’s okay, big guy, cry as much as you want, I don’t care, I’ll never think less of you for it. How could I? You look so, ohmygod, so pretty when you do it. And you like when I make you do it, don’t you?”

“Yes!” He catches himself, “yes, sir”

“Good boy. My Barclay, my perfect specimen, god, from the second I saw you I knew this is where you’d end up, victims are a dime a dozen, but a specimen, a real prize, how could I do anything else but make sure you’d only be mine from here on out, ohshit, ohmygod, Barclay” Joseph pulls him down into a kiss, cumming into him with a muffled moan. 

Barclay tries to pull back for breath and nearly topples out of his lap. Joseph loops his arms around his waist, laughing quietly, “Careful, big guy, at least let me pull out first.”

“Sorry. Can’t help it. Some super hot guy just blew my mind and I forgot how muscles work.”

He manages to get out of Joseph's laugh, but they only make it as far as the rug before both sitting down. Joseph flops into his arms, and Barclay cuddles him close. 

“Seriously, I cannot stress how fucking hot that was.”

His boyfriend grins up at him, “Oh good. I was a little worried you’d get bored during the day. That little shed office really is quite cozy. I finished two of my TBR pile.”

“You’ll have to show me tomorrow. Now c’mon, let’s try to make it upstairs” He scoops Joseph almost into a bridal carry before they both dissolve into giggles. Eventually they do make it to bed, talking until they fall asleep, cuddled up together beneath the snowy roof.vig

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hey pooks 😛 fic idea 😍 jasper and nick go get a christmas tree and drive around looking at lights 😋 is this a short request? yes. do i think you’ll make a fic that makes me wanna read it to my grandchildren when i’m 90? yes.

Christmas Tree— Romantic #13

In which: Matt and Chris leave it up to Nick to get a new Christmas tree. But he can’t do that alone, can he?

I actually fucking love this idea omgggg even though I didn’t make it that short 😛

“Do you guys want to help decorate?!” Nick asked excitedly, barging into the room.

“You’re just now decorating? Thought you would’ve done that before Thanksgiving.” Matt commented.

“Low on motivation, high on Christmas spirit.” He shrugged. “Now you want to help or not?”

“Yeah, I got nothing better to do anyways.” Chris replied, getting off the couch and putting his phone in his back pocket. Matt only nodded, getting up as well.

“Also, I don’t know where the tree went. I looked everywhere and I found all the other decorations.” Nick claimed, opening a bin and taking out some of the decorations.

“We were putting it away last year and the stand broke, remember?” Matt explained.

“No? Why didn’t you guys tell me? We could’ve gotten a new one when they were on sale!” He says.

“It’s fine, how about you go get a new one.” Chris suggested. “Have Jasper take you, he’s coming over in a little bit anyways.”

Nick just stared at him for a moment before rolling his eyes. “Yeah, whatever, I’ll call him.”

Another twenty minutes of the triplets putting up random snowmen and fake snow all over the house, Jasper walks in. Nick walks up to him giving him a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

“You ready to go?” He asked.

“Please! Take me away from my idiotic brothers.” Nick joked, waving to his brothers before walking out the door.

“What kind of tree should we get? One from a store or like a real tree?” The redhead wondered, scrolling through his Spotify to pick a song.

“I don’t really think it matters, either way it’s going to be at a store and it’s just a tree that’s going to be up for a month maybe. But you better hurry and pick a song, I can’t stand listening to Taylor Swift any longer.” Jasper answered, staring ahead of him.

“Okay, okay!” Nick exclaimed, picking the first song he saw. “Ooo I love this song!”

“How do you have so much Christmas spirit?” He asked.

“Huh? Oh, I don’t know. Just do, I guess.” The other shrugged.

“Why didn’t you guys get a new tree when they were on sale? Christmas shit is always on sale after Christmas.” Jasper confirmed.

“That’s what I told them! I didn’t even know we needed a new tree until today!” Nick stated. “Straight people are so dumb.”

Jasper pulls into a parking lot and parks the car. “Agreed. Don’t understand how you put up with them.” He claimed sarcastically, unlocking and getting out his car.

“I don’t understand either.” Nick said, getting out of the vehicle and looking at the sky. “Damn, it’s only six and the sun is already setting.”

“Yeah, it’s like winter, dude. That’s what happens.” Jasper replies.

“Ew, don’t call me “dude”. You make it seem like we’re like bros or something.” The redhead grimaced.

“I mean, we’re going into a Home Depot, that’s like the straightest store ever, dude.” The tan skinned boy confirmed.

They both walk into the Home Depot, looking around and trying to find the Christmas trees. When they do, Nick takes the time to look at and inspecting all of them thoroughly before narrowing it down to the ones he liked best.

“I think I’m going to get this one.” He finally decided. “Looks like one we used to have when we were kids.”

Nick pauses for a second, thinking. “We just need one of those pushy things.”

“Pushy things? Carts you mean?” Jasper questioned.

“Well. We’re gonna need a cart too because we need to get more ornaments. But that other thing.”

“A platform truck?” The curly haired boy wondered.

“Yeah, that thing.”

“Okay, let’s go.”

They walk all the way back to the front of the store to get the carts and walking back to get the Christmas tree. Nick grabs the tree and sets it on the truck.

“Do you want to get the ornaments real quick? It’s just the next isle over.” Jasper asks.

“Yeah, we got to be quick though. I don’t want anyone trying to take my tree. It’s the last one.” Nick says.

The redhead follows the other down the isle and they grab a pack of ornaments, Nick taking the time to look at individual ones for him and his brothers. He grabs a shark for Matt, headphones for Chris, and an Edward Scissorhands one for himself. They walk back and quickly get the tree and walking to the check out.

“Don’t tell Matt and Chris, but I’m going to use our shared money.” Nick laughs, sliding the card and paying.

They load everything into the back of Jasper’s vehicle before getting in. “It’s so dark now. How long were we in there?”

“Uhhh, almost an hour.” The curly haired boy answered, looking at the time.

“I spent that much time looking at trees?” Nick inquired.

“No, mostly you walking around and looking at other decorations and me telling you that you don’t need it. I saved you like a thousand bucks.”

“Oh…” Nick trailed off, looking out the window. “Look at all the lights. More people need to go all out when decorating. I want to drive around and have all my senses stimulated with colors and bright lights and Christmas.”

“There’s this light show place not far from here. They go all out every year and do something different.” Jasper claimed.

“Oh my god. Can we go?” Nick lit up, immediately turning to look at him.

“Yeah, sure. We should get food first though.”

“Oh hell yeah! Taco Bell?”

“Yeah, okay. I’m good with that.”

They go through the drive through and get their food, now driving to the light show. From a distance, they were still able to see all the lights. It illuminated the sky and everything around it.

“So it’s a neighborhood that goes all out on decorating the outside of their house with lights? And we vote on which house looks the best and whoever wins gets like money?” Nick clarified, almost shocked with the concept.

“Yeah, I go like every year. Each house always does something different.” Jasper repeats.

“That actually makes me so happy.” The redhead smiles.

“I know it does, babe.” Jasper responded, laying his hand on Nick’s thigh as he continued to drive.

When they first get there, they notice cars driving slowly in front of them, taking the time to look at every house. Nick pulls up the website to vote for the houses, marking what would be his first three places.

The bright colored lights shine in their faces, Nick getting multiple pictures of Jasper for his photography account on Instagram, which seemed to only be filled with him lately.

They enjoyed looking at every house, Nick getting excited at the different themes. Some were the Grinch, Home Alone, and countless of other popular Christmas movies. But then, Jasper said.

“Hey, isn’t that that one guy? I don’t know his name but he’s from that Arthur movie or something, isn’t he?”

“WHAT?!” Nick yelled, sitting up to look where his boyfriend was pointing at. “OH MY GOD. It is! No way someone did an Arthur Christmas theme!” He exclaimed with joy.

He takes out his phone and takes a video of the whole drive past it, sending it to his brothers and just then seeing the multiple missed messages from them. Mostly asking where he was since he had been gone for so long. He simply just tells them about the light show and going to Home Depot then turning his phone off, enjoying the rest of the time with his boyfriend and the lights.

[lylilorden]

my 2024 in review

this is my first time doing something like this, but i think it'll be good for me, so i'm going to try and keep this up as a new year's tradition because i am not great at actually pinpointing when things happened, and also depression is a liar that likes to tell you that nothing good happened when that is categorically not true. so!

of the ten courses i took across the spring and fall semesters, i ended up with seven As and three Bs and one of those Bs should have been an A because my final grade was 89.93, and who the fuck DOESNT round up seven hundreths of a point? anyway. i digress

i became a much more confident driver, and driving in the rain no longer induces terror in me. i have yet to drive in the snow, but i might actually do that tomorrow since we have some on the ground right now

i've gotten better at saying i'll do a task on a particular day and then following through. and at tasks in general. i even shopped around for cheaper car insurance, and now i'm paying half-- HALF!!!!-- of what i had been before

i signed myself up for therapy, and started making progress on some deep-seated stuff. it was rough in the middle of that, but i do feel like i'm a little steadier now, emotionally

i managed to unblock my writer-brain enough to start a new fic, and for the very first time i managed to not abandon the story after the first chapter was posted

(it's still only sitting at two chapters but it is not!! abandoned)

my silly new year's resolution was to learn how to crack eggs one-handed, but this time with my left hand. it was pretty successful! i'm at the same level of competence with both hands at that task now, and the only time i have trouble is when i'd be struggling even if i were using both hands

and of course the big-ticket item for the whole year is that i've got a nephew now! his birthday's even pretty close to mine, which is going to be fun as he gets older

there were some distinctly not-fun things that happened to me this year that i'm not gonna go into, because it's all very personal. i also want to spend time reflecting on what went right without mentally coupling it with what didn't, so i'm gonna wrap up last year, and start the next

for this year's silly resolution i've decided to learn how to juggle. it's something i've kind of always wanted to learn how to do, and i think it will help with my diminishing physical coordination. i also want to expand on my cooking skills (my attempt at making hazelnut brittle last week went, uhm............. poorly, and i want to redeem myself) and learn how to make a few new dishes

there's a lot of work to be done in 2025, on a personal scale and any other larger scale that you could name, and it feels like a lot. but i'm just gonna keep making it smaller and doing little bits at a time until things improve or get done

thanks for sticking around this long 💖 have a sleepy doggo

[raineandsky]

#33

It’s cold this time of year. The civilian glances down at her phone impatiently, watching the icon of the car trundling down the road.

Her taxi couldn’t take any longer. She’s been standing here for ten minutes in the snow by now. She sees a car turn the corner at the top of the street, a sleek black thing; she paid for premium in the vain hope that it would turn up faster, so that must be it.

It pulls up to the curb and she swings the door open with a sigh. She throws her bag into the car before following it in, and she barely gets the door shut before it’s pulling off and away. She hasn’t even told the driver where she’s going.

“How’d the bank go?” the driver asks brightly from up front. There’s a glass pane between the front seats, tinted black to shadow the person driving.

“What?” is all she can think to say in her confusion.

“The… bank.” She can hear the frown in the driver’s voice. “The robbery. The reason we’re here. Did you forget?”

“The what?” the civilian echoes again, and something clicks in the pane in front of her. A small window opens in the tint, and the driver gives her a once-over. His expression melds into something between horror and annoyance.

“You’re not [Villain],” is all he says, and the pane shuts again with a clank. Something crackles up ahead that she can’t see through the damn tint. “Yeah, something’s gone majorly wrong. Can someone else come and get [Villain]?”

“What the hell is going on?” the civilian demands, but she just gets ignored as the driver talks over her.

“Yeah, I have something I have to deal with. No, I know I was, but I can’t anymore. Someone else get in there before something goes wrong, please.”

The thing crackles again, and the driver finally goes silent with an irritated huff. “You’re not the taxi I ordered,” the civilian comments quietly after a moment, and the driver makes a noise that is a laugh? She can’t tell. It sounds accidental.

“No shit,” he snaps harshly, “and now you’ve just messed up our entire plan. The boss ain’t gonna be too happy about this.”

The pieces are slowly coming together, and it feels like she’s slowly descending into the mouth of hell. “Y– you mean—”

“[Villain], yeah. You’re coming back with me, and you can tell them yourself why they almost got abandoned at the crime scene.”

Only the civilian could manage to get into shit like this. She’s well and truly fucked.

[ambrosiaswhispers]

Get Lost; Be Found

Get Lost; Be Found

It wasn’t the first time Seth Gecko felt like he was lost and it wouldn’t be the last time, well then again maybe it would be. He was fucking cold and there was no end in sight to snow falling around him. He knew better than to sit down, but he was so damn tired. His legs were stiff and fighting through the snowdrifts wasn't getting any easier. He kept moving toward the obscure light in the distance. He could practically hear Richie’s voice in his head yammering about the odds of survival being better if he’d stayed in the vehicle. But Seth couldn’t risk being found in a stolen car.

The ground under the snow was uneven and while he’d been stumbling for the last, for however long he’d been walking, he finally tripped. He hit the cold snow face first. Fuck him. He was done. He closed his eyes and hoped hell would at least be warm when he crossed over.

“Are you happy now? He’s in your truck. You don’t even know the guy. What if he’s some kind of criminal?” There was an angry, male voice muffled, but close.

Oh, he wasn’t dead. He was warmer too. The whine of a heater and the smell of flowers was all around him.

“Kyle, I wasn’t gonna leave him in the snow. He was facedown and there isn’t a car for miles! He could have died! I’m takin’ him to the hospital and that's that. It’s fine.” A woman’s voice, possibly angrier than the guy.

Seth wanted to raise his head and look, but also didn’t want to press his luck. A hospital wasn’t really an option. One look at his wallet and he was as good as handcuffed or worse in a small town. Backroads were good for avoiding getting caught, until you got caught.

“Katie, I know you said going out into the world was good for you, but you’ve changed and you’re taking risks that the girl I knew would have never.”

“First of all don’t call me Katie, it’s Kate. Second, I am helping someone and I learned that in church. And third, it’s none of your concern what I do, I just needed your help with his weight”

“Kate, I know you’re this angry with me. But this trip was your idea.”

“This trip was my idea for us! Until you and I quote ‘didn’t mean for me to find out about her’ when I caught you naked on the couch with a girl you were supposed to be teaching to play guitar.”

“That’s not exactly…”

“It’s exactly what happened. And now you’ve got the nerve to show up with her to a trip that I planned for us. What did you think was going to happen?” There was a long pause then an exasperated scream from the woman, “You're a moron! You thought it was going to be okay if you were sleeping with both of us? I’m going to stay at another hotel tonight and then I’m driving home tomorrow, alone. You made your bed now you can sleep in it, with her, because you’re certainly never getting into my pants again!”

Hmm. Seth couldn’t help the smirk that formed on his lips. He was a sucker for a spitfire. The truck door slammed and a small hand pressed against his forehead.

“A little warmer. That’s good. Let’s get this other blanket on you. I warmed it up on the vents on my side.”

A soft and warm blanket was tucked around him. He tried to stay relaxed to fake being asleep but it was getting harder.

“We’ll get you to the hospital and they’ll be able to thaw you out better than me.”

He grimaced so much for enjoying the warmth and peace for a minute. He shifted and while startled to be nose-to-nose with the kindhearted woman. Her eyes were hazel. Kate had hazel eyes and looked like the-girl-next-door from all the best Hollywood films. He tried to ignore her panicked expression and kept his game face on. He narrowed his eyebrows and did his best to sound threatening. “No. No hospitals.”

She blinked. “The hospital won’t care if you don’t have insurance. They need to treat you if you come in.”

Oh, that was adorable. She thought he was worried about money. He tried to move, but his muscles burned in protest.

“I can’t go to a hospital. Hospitals call the law.” He had a gun on him, but he really didn’t want to point it at her. However, he also really didn’t want to get caught.

“Oh. Oh!” She looked nervous and glanced back at the other car, which was already pulling away. “I can give you the truck and I have some money, but I did save you from the cold, so I think it’s only fair if you don’t leave me out there to freeze.”

She was practical. He’d give her that. “I don’t wanna leave you in the cold. I just need to warm up and call my brother to come get me. Hand over your cellphone, please.” He wasn’t taking the risk of her just bailing out and calling the cops.

“What did you do?” She folded her arms over her chest.

“What?”

“What. Did. You. Do.” Kate spoke slowly pausing at each word before continuing, “If you’re a thief or someone just trying to make money that’s one thing. But if your a rapist or something, I’mma pepper-spray you and kick out you out of my truck.”

“You shouldn’t tell people if you’re going to attack them." He explained exasperated at her ill-advised warning. "That’s not a good strategy for dealing with a criminal.”

She arched her eyebrow. “Try to move right now.”

Seth ground his teeth and she was right. He could barely move.

“You sound like you’re from Texas. The winters are harsher up here in Colorado. I know how your body’s reacting right now. I don’t want to hurt you, but I also don’t want you to hurt me. What did you do?”

“Stole a bunch of cash with my brother. I was the distractions while he got away with the take.”

“Okay.”

“Okay?” Seth was confused. She was okay with him? Just like that? Who the hell was this girl?

“Yup.” She buckled her seatbelt and the truck lurched back onto the road. “I’m Kate by the way.”

He should give her a fake name. But did it matter? Probably, not, so he opted for abridged honesty. “I’m Seth. Where are we headed?”

“Well Seth, since you don’t want a hospital I’m gonna take you to the local ‘no questions’ motel.”

“You seem like too nice a girl to know about places like that.” He noticed the snow had stopped. How long had he been face down? He licked his lips, they lasted like cherries. That was weird.

“Gotta have a spot to party after prom, for ya know.” She blushed and fiddled with the radio.

Seth barked out a laugh and immediately regretted it. He started coughing and folded himself into a ball to try and stop it. Kate put a hand on his back.

“There’s coffee in the mug in the cup holder, you’re welcome to it.”

She removed her hand and he instantly felt colder. He took a drink of the lukewarm, bitter liquid and shuttered at how cold he still was. They drove in silence for a bit then the motel came into view. Damnit he was closer to shelter than he thought. He should have forced himself to keep going, kept this girl outta his mess.

“Keep your head down. Sign says there are cameras so it probably points out at the parking lot.” She clicked on the turning signal and the truck began to slow down.

“You a secret criminal? Seem to know alot about this stuff, Princess.” Seth pulled the blanket over his head.

She chuckled, “Naw, just listen to a bunch of true-crime podcasts. And I'm no one's princess, Seth. Just ask my ex.” She was out of the truck and back in less than five minutes. The truck reversed and rolled slowly until parking again. Kate sighed heavily. “This weekend is far crazier than I planned it to be.”

He pulled the blanket down and made eye contact with her. “Why are you helping me? I don’t understand. It’s one thing if you just thought you were helping out some dumbass in the snow, but you know I’m dangerous. Why are you doing this?”

She inclined her head to the side as if considering his words. “I guess, I wanna help you. Come on we need to get you warm and dry.”

None of that was a real answer, but Kate was out of the truck and opening the door on his side before he could question further. He managed to get his feet on the ground but stumbled immediately. Expecting to hit the ground again he winced, but instead, Kate grunted and held him up.

“Just shuffle with me. It’ll get better if you move.”

They managed to get into the small room and Kate helped him sit on the bed.

“I’ll be right back.”

Every criminal lesson he’d ever learned was screaming for him to pull his gun on her and keep her in sight, but he flopped on his back on the bed. If she bailed and called the cops, so be it, at least he wasn’t gonna freeze to death.

The door opened and he pushed himself up on reflex but failed to pull his gun because it wasn’t there…How had he just fucking noticed that? His hand patted the back of his pants where he'd left it, but nothing. Fuck, had he lost it in the snow?

“Oh, yeah, I took that when I got you into my truck.” Kate kicked the front door closed with her foot and was holding an armful of what looked like Christmas presents.

“You knew I was armed and you still helped me?!? Are you insane?!?” Seth was freaking out. He wasn’t gonna hurt her, but he could have. Where was this girl’s self-preservation? He could have murdered her or worse and she just helped him anyway? What the hell?

Kate looked annoyed. “It’s Texas. I have a gun, but it’s at my house. Although, I have yours so technically I am armed at the moment and you’re not.”

He blinked a few times as the situation fully set in. Seth was going with it, whatever was happening, was happening, whether he got it or not. “What’s with all that?”

“Well, we need to get you warm and dry. So you’re gonna take a shower and we’ll lay out your things to dry. But I didn’t figure you'd want to be naked. So you’re gonna be stuck with the pajamas I bought my dad for Christmas.” She started unwrapping one of the boxes, unshed tears clinging to her lashes. “Frostbite is a bitch and you don’t want it. This is an object and you are a person, regardless of whatever, you were up to before. You shouldn’t be left alone to suffer and die.”

His brain short-circuited for a moment. Why was she so worried about him? “Did I miss something? You okay?”

“You were almost dead.” A single tear ran down her cheek, as she looked into his eyes. “I saw you in the snowdrift but I panicked. Thought it might be a trick to rob me, so I called Kyle, my ex-boyfriend, because I knew he close by. Then I sat there in the truck and watched you while I waited. I realized you were too still. I got out to check on you in spite of everything and you weren’t breathing. I almost let you die, because I was worried about getting robbed.” She drew in a shaky breath, “I was more worried about my purse than a person. What’s wrong with me?"

She was clinging to the white box in her hands like a lifeline as if she had something to feel guilty about. "I gave you CPR and thank god you responded. Kyle pulled up as you gasped and then I saw the gun. Everything just happened so fast.”

Her voice was barely above a whisper. “If you save someone’s life, you’re responsible for them. I couldn’t just let you die.”

Seth toed off his shoes and forced himself up to his feet, unsteadier than he liked. He paced over to the still-trembling girl, resting one arm against the door over her head. He leaned into her space and tipped up her chin, before kissing her forehead. “Thank you, Kate.”

The boxes clattered to the floor and she wrapped her arms around his waist hugging him tightly. Seth looped one arm around her, but the other arm he kept braced against the wall. He didn’t trust himself to hold his entire weight.

“This is so stupid.” She muttered into his chest. “I don’t even know you.”

“Just makes you a good person. I on the other hand am a bastard. But for the time being, I owe you, so I’m your bastard.”

Kate’s laugh was instant, which made him smile as she warned. “Don’t give me that much power.”

Mischief sparked in Seth’s eyes and he forced her to look at him, “Why? You wanna take advantage of me?”

“Um, you should get in the shower and warm up.” Kate’s cheeks instantly stained pink. “Get your wet clothes off for sure.”

“Okay.” He smirked and took half a step back shrugging off his coat and loosening his tie before dropping it to the floor. He didn’t miss Kate's hard swallow at his movements. “Might need help with the buttons. My fingers aren’t working all the way.”

“Sure.” She moved back into his space, biting down on her lower lip as she undid the buttons to his waist. “I’m just gonna untuck this okay?”

“Yeah. I trust ya. Thanks for the help.” He couldn’t keep smile off his face, not that the blushing woman could see it, as her eyes were on the fabric directly in front of her.

“You’re…you’re welcome.” She finished the buttons and went to move away, but he looped his arm back around his waist pulling her flush to him.

“Katie, I just thought of something.”

“Mhmm.”

“I’m gonna need you to test the water before I take that shower. I might not know how hot it is, that would be bad.” He calculated the risk and cupped her cheek coaxing her closer, ghosting his lips over hers. “You wanna help me with that shower, Princess? I can show you how grateful I am for the rescue. No strings, no pressure.”

.:. 8am .:.

Richie Gecko knocked on the motel room door. Jesus, he hated the cold. Seth, missing a shirt and wearing the gaudiest pair of green Christmas-themed sleep pants he’d ever seen, opened the door.

“Did I miss something?” He adjusted his glasses as he entered the room and shut the door behind him. “You rob one of Santa’s elves for a new outfit?”

"Limited options available." Seth rolled his eyes and patted the suit hanging over the motel heater. “Almost dry.”

Richie was even more confused looking around room at the unmade bed and wrapping paper all over the floor. “Did you steal someone’s Christmas presents? That’s wrong, even for us.”

He might have continued his rant further but the bathroom door opened and a slip of a woman exited came into the room sporting a top that matched what his brother was wearing.

“Hi.” The auburn-haired girl offered a meek wave.

“Seth.”

“Richard.”

“Did you kidnap a girl?”

“I saved him from freezing to death actually.” She lifted her chin, “and my name is Kate.”

Richie was exasperated.“I left you alone for less than twenty-four hours. How did you almost die and pick up a chick in that timeframe?”

“I have a particular set of skills.” Seth bit into a piece of jerky and offered a piece to his brother who waved it away.

Kate giggled and covered her legs with the motel bedspread.

“Is this a thing now?” Richie questioned.

Seth shrugged. “If she wants it to be.”

Kate smiled as she braided her hair back.

“You are,” Richie smacked his hand on his forehead, growling at his brother, “as bad as a Disney princess. Five minutes and you catch feelings.”

“It was longer than five minutes.” Kate supplied then yelped and pulled the blanket over her head to hide in what was likely embarrassment.

“Great. Compliment him.” Richie deadpanned before admonishing, “I hope you’re happy, 'cause he’ll never want you to leave now.”

“She can cook and she has a truck we can use to get over the border.” Seth flopped on the bed next to Kate.

“And now we’re a trio.” Richie took out his pack of cigarettes. “I’mma go smoke both of you put on some more clothes while I do that.”

***

A gift for a friend. Listen, I don't know if this is what you had it mind. It went all off the rails. Anyways. I had a blast writing it and I hope you enjoy it.

Love to my Loves.