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𝑯𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒚 𝑷𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒕 𝑷𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒌

— 𝑪𝒐𝒍𝒃𝒚 𝒑𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒀/𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒉𝒆𝒓, 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒐 𝒘𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈.

⋆☆　 colby brock x fem!reader

⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆　warning : 18+ , p in v , dirty talk , make out session , Colby being possessive , dominant Colby , a lil bit of angst if u take a peek , and etc. ( loll let me know if I miss anything! )

•❣•୨୧　wc : 3.1k

-ˋˏ authors note : my first smut story, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT !!! if you're a minor I'll block you! Anyways enjoy!

"What's up guys, it's Colby Brock!" The familiar greeting burst forth from the screen, filled with the kind of energy that only a Friday evening could inspire. It was pizza night at Sam's apartment, a cherished tradition among friends, where laughter and a bunch of catch ups with one another were shared. Among the invitees were Colby and Y/n, though the gathering was small, it was brimming with camaraderie. But that morning, a spark of mischief ignited in Colby’s mind. Why not spice up the evening with a prank on his unsuspecting girlfriend? With a cheeky grin, he leaned closer to the camera, the glint in his eyes revealing his playful intentions. "So, as you can tell from the title, I'm going to be pranking my beautiful girlfriend, Y/n." His voice was laced with excitement, "Currently, she's in Sam's apartment with our friends, completely unaware of my prank." Colby’s fingers danced over the small packets he had procured from the pharmacy earlier that day, "The plan is simple: pour this into her drink and watch the magic happen. We have no idea how she’ll react, but the package claims it’ll take about 30 minutes to 2 hours to kick in." A chuckle escaped him. "Anyways, I should get going before she starts to get suspicious." With that, he wrapped up the recording, weaving the perfect facade of a casual vlog.

Colby walked into Sam's apartment, the lively chatter of friends filling the air like music. He greeted the newcomers with a warm smile, his eyes scanning the room until they landed on Y/n. She was laughing, her head thrown back in delight at something Tara had said, and for a moment, the world around him faded away. Their eyes met, and in that instant, Y/n set her drink down, her movements fluid as she made her way to him, a radiant smile lighting up her face. "Hi," she greeted, her voice soft yet inviting. "Hello," Colby replied, a smirk playing on his lips as he leaned down to press a gentle kiss on her temple, savoring the warmth of her presence. "Where were you?" Y/n asked, standing before him, a playful glint in her eyes. "I went to change; I was feeling a bit overheated," Colby replied, his tone casual as he tried to keep his prank under wraps. Y/n chuckled, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she reached for a slice of pizza, her favorite way to show she cared. "I made sure Sam ordered stuffed crust for you," she said, handing him the paper plate with a proud smile. "Thank you," Colby responded, leaning in to give her a small peck on the lips, which made her smile widen even more. He made his way to the couch in the corner, patting his thigh invitingly for Y/n to join him. Without hesitation, she took the offer, settling comfortably as she watched their friends talk and laugh.

As time flew by, Colby finished eating, nudging Y/n to toss the paper plate into the trashcan. While they were busy chatting with their friends, he discreetly pulled out his phone to film behind Y/n, who was animatedly talking with Kat and Tara. "I know, cause yesterday Colby and I went to the store and tried looking for those chips, but they ran out," Y/n said, laughter bubbling in her voice. "It was devastating for Colby. He was sulking the whole way back home." Tara and Kat burst into laughter. "Sounds like he spent too much time with Sam. Sam is like that, I swear on my life. We came home like a week ago from Vegas, and tell me why Sam got so mad 'cause CVS didn't have the chips he wanted," Kat chimed in, her eyes sparkling with amusement as Tara and Y/n joined in the laughter. "Baby, can you grab me more fruit punch?" Y/n turned around and asked Colby, her smile brightening the room. "Of course," he replied, mirroring her smile as he leaned in to give her a soft peck on the lips. Gently tapping her waist to signal he was getting up, he made his way to the drink table, Setting his phone down, Colby grinned mischievously. "Okay, Y/n is busy talking to Kat and Tara, so I'm going to hurry up and pour these two packs of honey into her drink." He chuckled softly just as Jake strolled by. "Brotherr, what are you doing?" Jake dragged the words out, a smirk creeping onto his face. "Shhh, I'm pranking Y/n," Colby whispered, laughter bubbling up as Jake joined in. "Kevin!" Jake called out, and Kevin quickly approached, his eyes wide with surprise. "Oh my god... Oh my god!" he exclaimed, laughter spilling from him as he took in the scene. "Shhh, he's pranking his girlfriend," Jake hushed Kevin, but the two couldn't contain their giggles. With all the commotion, Sam made his way over, glancing at what Colby was holding before stepping back in mock horror. "Brother, you're doing her so dirty." Colby couldn't help but laugh at Sam's reaction. "Is it really that bad?" Colby questioned, Sam shook his head, a disgusted look on his face. "I'm going to be hearing it all night now!" he joked, dramatically faking a cry. "Oh shut up, we're not that loud," Colby rolled his eyes, stirring Y/n's drink with a hint of mischief. The sweet aroma of honey wafted through the air as he finished up the prank. "I'm gonna go give this to her and let's just hope she doesn't taste the sweetness of it," he replied, a smirk spreading across his face as he made his way back to the couch. As he approached, he tapped Y/n's knee gently, handing her the drink as he settled down beside her. "Did you put more sugar in here?" Y/n questioned, her brow slightly furrowed with curiosity. "Maybe a little since you told me this morning that your blood sugar was running low," Colby replied, a warmth spreading through him as her eyes lit up with affection. She leaned in, giving him a few pecks on the lips, her gratitude evident. "Thank you!" she exclaimed, her smile brightening the room before she took a big sip of the drink. Colby watched in surprise, not expecting her to gulp down the entire cup in one go. His phone was already in hand, ready to capture the moment. "She drank it all, guys," he said, eyes wide with disbelief as he turned the camera to show off the empty cup. "Now, let's just wait and see how she is."

A few hours went by, and it was currently 8:30. Colby started to notice how Y/n had grown increasingly silent, not uttering a single word. She was twitching slightly, rubbing his arms absentmindedly and showering him with small pecks on his shoulder, his jaw, cheek, and finally, his lips. Colby couldn’t help but laugh at her actions, realizing just how quickly the drink was affecting her small body. "Baby, can we go home?" Y/n questioned, her tone more pleading than he expected. "Are you tired?" Colby asked, raising an eyebrow. "Yeah, I have work tomorrow," she replied, though he knew she didn’t actually have any obligations. "Okay, let's get going," he said, standing up and making his way toward Sam and the other guys. He said his goodbyes, explaining that Y/n was tired and had work the next day. Y/n waved goodbye to everyone, her hand slipping into Colby's as they walked out together, heading toward their apartment. "Ima go shower, and I'll be with you in the room," Y/n spoke as she entered the apartment with him, her voice light but filled with a hint of excitement. She made her way into the shared bathroom, the door clicking softly behind her as she quickly turned on the water, steam beginning to fill the small space. Meanwhile, Colby began setting up the cameras, one in the living room and the other in their shared bedroom. He meticulously adjusted the angles, ensuring everything was just right. Once satisfied, he stepped back and addressed the camera. "Okay, so Y/n is taking a shower right now. I'm going to be in the living room watching TV, waiting for her to come out and hang out with me," he said, a playful grin on his face. "Wish me good luck!" With that, he retreated to the couch, slipping into only his grey sweats, feeling relaxed yet eager for Y/n's return. As 15 minutes flew by, Colby found himself scrolling through Instagram, the TV playing a familiar episode of Stitch in the background. Just then, the bathroom door creaked open, and Y/n emerged, clad only in her underwear with his oversized shirt draped over her. The sight made his heart skip a beat as she made her way to sit next to him. "Hi beautiful," he says as he opens his arms wide, pulling her into his lap with a warm embrace. "Hi, handsome," Y/n whispers, her voice soft and sweet, before pressing a gentle peck on his lips. The atmosphere between them is charged, and the couple continues exchanging light kisses, each one lingering a bit longer than the last. Suddenly, Colby smashes his lips onto hers, igniting a spark that sends waves of tension soaring between them. Y/n, lost in the moment, doesn’t quite realize the subtle way her body begins to grind against him, but Colby notices every little movement. A chuckle escapes him as he lifts her shirt slightly, his fingers grazing her sides, the warmth of her skin igniting a fire within him as they delve deeper into their make-out session. "I need you," she whines, her voice filled with a mix of desire and urgency. Colby grunts in response, but the playful side of him takes over. "Mmmm, maybe not today," he teases, pulling back just enough to make her stop her gentle movements against his pelvis, leaving a tantalizing pause in the air.

Y/n's eyes, brimming with a desperate plea, locked onto Colby's. "Pleaseeee, I need you so bad," she whined, the word stretching out with a palpable longing. The air crackled with unspoken tension, a desire hanging heavy between them. Colby met her gaze, his expression softening slightly before hardening into a resolute seriousness. "Baby, I know, but not today," he responded, the firmness in his voice a clear indication that his decision was final, at least for now. The weight of his words settled in the space, leaving Y/n to grapple with disappointment and the unspoken reasons behind his refusal. Y/n, feeling frustrated and helpless, hopped off of Colby's lap, and took a seat next to him on the couch. She let out a sigh of irritation, her mood souring as she tried to get some assistance from her boyfriend. "Can you at least help me? It's like biting my fucking pussy lips!" she exclaimed, her patience wearing thin. Colby, however, seemed unphased by Y/n's pleas for help. "You can do it yourself, doll," he said, attempting to brush her off. But Y/n was determined. "But it's not as good as how you do it," she replied, pouting. She couldn't help but feel disappointed—Colby always seemed to make even the simplest tasks seem effortless, and she just couldn't seem to catch a break. "Please, can you help me get this heat out," Y/n begged, her voice trembling with sadness and pain. "I need you badly."

Colby couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt as he looked at Y/n's pleading eyes. He knew she was struggling, and he wanted to help her, but he had to go along with his plan. "Baby. I'm sorry, I can't. My jaw hurts." His silence stretched, each second amplifying the tension in the room. He replied with hesitation, the words catching in his throat, "No, it's... it's not like that." Her question hung in the air, laced with hurt and disbelief. "Is it because you're fucking another girl?" she asked, her voice cracking, the accusation barely a whisper. Tears welled in her eyes, blurring her vision as she looked at him, a silent plea for reassurance. Seeing her pain, Colby's immediate reaction was to deflect, a nervous instinct to grab the camera. "Baby, baby, it's just a prank, it's just a prank," he repeated, the words ringing hollow against the backdrop of her distress. But Y/n just stared at him, the tears continuing to stream down her face, a mixture of hurt and annoyance in her gaze. "I'm sorry," he mumbled, the apology sounding inadequate even to his own ears. Colby held Y/n close, whispering soothing words into her ear as he tried to comfort her after her jealousy and insecurities had been stirred up. He could feel her heart racing against his chest and her body trembling in his arms. He knew how much she struggled with trust issues, and he hated that he had unintentionally caused her pain.

As they stood there, Y/n's body pressed against his, Colby couldn't help but notice the way her wet clothes clung to her skin. He could feel the heat radiating off of her and the dampness of her clothing against his own. "Can you help me now?" Y/n asked softly, her voice barely above a whisper. Colby looked down at her, seeing the blush creeping up her cheeks and the longing in her eyes. He knew what she was asking for, and he was more than happy to oblige. Colby leaned down and captured Y/n's lips in a deep, passionate kiss. His hands roamed over her body, feeling the curves and contours of her form through the wet fabric of her clothes. Y/n responded eagerly, her own hands reaching up to tangle in his hair. As they kissed, Colby's fingers found the waistband of Y/n's undergarment. He slipped his hand inside, feeling the heat and wetness of her arousal through the thin material of her underwear. Y/n gasped at the contact, her body trembling even more. Colby broke the kiss, his lips trailing down Y/n's neck as his fingers slipped beneath the waistband of her underwear. He could feel the slickness of her arousal coating his fingers as he explored her most intimate of places. Y/n moaned softly, her head falling back as she gave herself over to the pleasure. Colby continued to touch and explore Y/n's body, his fingers slipping and sliding through her wetness as he brought her closer and closer to the edge. She writhed and moaned in his arms, her body trembling with need. Finally, with one last thrust of Colby's fingers, Y/n cried out as she reached her peak. Colby held her close, whispering words of love and devotion as she came down from her high. He knew that he would never tire of this, of the way Y/n responded to his touch, of the way she gave herself to him so completely.

Colby, with a mischievous glint in his eye, pulled his boxers down, revealing his growing arousal. He began to stroke himself gently, building up anticipation for what was to come. With a sly smile, he positioned himself at Y/n's entrance, teasing her with small little pushes. Once he felt ready, Colby plunged himself inside of her, causing both of them to let out a moan of pleasure. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the living room, accompanied by the grunts and moans of their passionate lovemaking. Colby began to thrust harder and faster, causing Y/n to cry out in ecstasy. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside of her. "Oh fuck! C-Colby! Oh yes right there ughhh right there!" She screamed, unable to contain her pleasure any longer. Colby reached down to play with Y/n's swollen clit, causing her to scream out even louder. "Oh fuckkkkk." She dragged out the word, lost in the sudden amount of pleasure she was feeling. Her body trembled beneath him, on the verge of an explosive orgasm. The room is filled with the sounds of pleasure and ecstasy as Colby and his partner reach the pinnacle of their lovemaking. She cries out in orgasmic bliss, unable to contain her excitement as she finally reaches her climax. Her body shudders and trembles with the intensity of her release, and Colby can't help but watch in awe as she experiences the height of her pleasure. Colby isn't far behind, his own body tensing and releasing as he reaches his own orgasm. With a few final thrusts, he pulls out and releases on top of her stomach, groaning in pleasure as he does so. He tries to catch his breath, his body spent and satisfied from their lovemaking. The two of them lay there, basking in the afterglow of their passion. Their bodies are slick with sweat, and their hearts race as they come down from their high.

"What did you prank me with?" Y/n asked, still catching her breath. "I poured, uh, two packs of honey packets into your fruit punch." Colby replied, a chuckle escaping his lips as he observed Y/n's bewildered expression. "You didn't! No wonder I was feeling all...weird!" Y/n scoffed, trying to regain her composure. Colby winked, "Hey, at least I ensured you had a good time tonight." Y/n rolled her eyes playfully, shoving him lightly. "I'm exhausted. Let's just sleep," she mumbled, attempting to stand, but immediately collapsing back onto the couch. A surprised look crossed her face as Colby burst into laughter. "Guess I wore you out a little too much," he smirked, rising to gather their clothes. He then carefully scooped Y/n into his arms, carrying her to the bedroom. After a quick clean-up, he gently laid her down on the bed, snuggling close. "Goodnight. I love you," Y/n murmured sleepily. Colby smiled, kissing her forehead. "I love you too, princess." He closed his eyes, soon drifting into a peaceful slumber alongside her.

[dieselfutures]

SNCF (PLM) 262-BD-1

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Saint-Etienne, le tunnel de Terrenoire et l'autorail Berliet.

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TGV passengers coach bar (1979)

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"Deuxième classe"

© Pierre Gable 2025 http://pierre-gable.fr

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God created men and sent sam and colby as an apology.

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warnings: a mention of death, loneliness, depression. soundtrack: last christmas, santa baby, let it snow! let it snow! let it snow!

this is part 1.

The day before Christmas 10:15 PM

"Oh, thank you so much, Y/n," your boss said warmly. A few strands fell onto her narrow shoulders, caressing the fabric of her burgundy sweater. She was no more than sixty but with her class she would still beat most of the modern supermodels.

You've been working at Josephine's shop since November with the main goal of earning extra money for your college. You needed it to pay for your college tuition. Before, your financial situation was making you suffer. You no longer had any hope. You were even close to dropping out of college. But then Josephine appeared, looking for an employee for her Christmas store. After a very long period of poverty you could finally afford a nutritious meal during the day.

Your previous boss didn't treat you right. He was behind in paying you money, he didn't respect the fact that you had studies outside of work, and there were times when he was verbally violent towards you.

Josephine was always understanding towards you and took an extremely sensible approach to mental health. She assured you many times that if you felt unwell, she would immediately offer you a break from work for a few days. You tried not to take advantage of her kindness, so at ten o'clock in the morning you diligently fulfilled your duties in the Christmas store.

Today was quite… different. It was Friday evening and instead of enjoying your free time in your small apartment, Josephine asked you to take over the duties until midnight.

"I have so much mess to clean up at home, and tomorrow is the day. If you said no, I would probably have let all my grandchildren down. Last year I promised them I will bake cupcakes for the next Christmas. They were so excited and happy about it…"

You giggled at her adorable confession.

"No problem, I swear," you assured her, but the woman didn't seem fully convinced. "Josephine, I don't mind staying here for a bit longer. It helps me to relieve stress a lot."

Josephine pursed her lips. Then she straightened her slightly hunched back and whispered with a soft smile on her face:

"Your soul is so pure. Your parents must be so proud of you."

At the sound of these words, spoken with surprising lightness, you immediately stiffened.

Parents, a thought crossed your mind.

Right. She couldn't know.

You brushed strands of long hair from your cheek, smiling awkwardly. Josephine started looking chaotically for her purse. Once she found it, she hugged you and squeezed your hands. When you felt her warmth in your hands, you froze. No one has ever given you as much love as Josephine did in that moment.

"Thank you so much, Y/n, but I really have to go. I'll make it up to you!" She turned and started towards the exit. When the door opened, frosty night air rushed in. An old guy walked in, passing your boss, but you didn't pay attention to him. Instead, you looked in Josephine's green eyes for the last time. She lowered her voice a bit, continuing. "Merry Christmas, Y/n."

Oh, no one in this world knew how much you hated those words. You swallowed loudly, pushing away the feeling of sadness with all your strength. The sight of the smile on the woman's face made you feel a knot in your stomach.

"Merry Christmas, Josephine," you replied, trying to reciprocate this warm gesture. After a moment, you realized that you had said it to yourself. Josephine was already gone. Now in the room, there was only you and an older customer, probably looking around for gifts for his loved ones.

11:55 PM

"Uh, is anybody there?"

You caught yourself falling asleep, but the stranger's nervous and deep voice woke you up.

You looked up from the till and saw an older man standing in front of you. His white beanie and fluffy Christmas sweater definitely caught your attention. You rubbed your eyes and was about to laugh when you realized how thin he was dressed. Okay, maybe he wasn't that old.

It seemed like he had arrived by car, because no one would wear just a sweater in a snowstorm like that. Before you could respond, the man overtook you.

"Okay, okay. I know you're about to close, but listen to me. This case is extremely serious. I drove all over town and, damn it! All Christmas shops are already closed! Can you help me choose the gifts? If you don't help me, I will be.."

You raised an eyebrow, trying your best not to smile. He got stuck in his little speech, but you had no idea why. Instead of continuing, he lost himself in your gaze, completely ignoring the ticking of the clock behind you. His mouth hung open slightly and his eyes which were already almost black seemed to darken as he focused on you. His body went rigid as he searched your eyes. Your heart was pounding in your chest. He was beautiful. You had never thought of a guy as beautiful, and it was strange. It was strange how he seemed to be looking right into your soul. But you didn't mind. No, you didn't care at all.

Or.. maybe a little bit.

In fact, you were the one who jumped back like someone had burned you when you realized it was almost time to close the shop.

"You must leave this store. Now."

"Huh?" he frowned, distracted. It took a while for it to dawn on him. "No! You can't do this to me."

You took the key out of the locker and were in the process of closing the cash register. Shit. Nobody taught you how to do that. That was always Josephine's responsibility and she was the one who always closed the shop. The man looked at you strangely. You decided to pretend you knew what you were doing.

"Do you even work here?" he mocked.

You felt his eyes on you and you clenched your jaw. You glanced up to tell him to piss off, but then your eyes met and the feeling of anger melted away. His eyes were widened slightly as you looked at him curiously. He felt the nerves radiating off of you. You shot him a tight lipped smile and you felt himself smile back. Fuck.

"Shit," you cussed under your breath. "I have to close the shop now."

You were still struggling to close the cash register.

"I'll help you close it," he muttered, still staring at you but you were too tired to even notice. "I've dealt with this before, too."

"And why should I believe you? Maybe you are some kind of thief? "

11:58. Fuck. The time was passing.

"I am not a thief."

"And why should I believe you?" you repeated the question once again.

"Just google my name," he sighed a little tiredly. You blinked your eyes twice, not knowing what he meant. "Let me buy something for my parents and I'll do whatever you want."

When you heard parents, you forgot what he had just told you. You were definitely traumatized or triggered by the word "parents", which was usually noticeable by the sudden change in your behavior.

Your soft breaths echoed through the whole Christmas shop. You lowered your head, completely embarrassing yourself in front of the potential client. It was the second time today. At least you didn't have to explain yourself to Josephine because you were able to mask it before.

"Please, don't hurt him." Y/n cried. "Please, I can't lose him too."

[…]

"Don't take loans on the black market, or you'll end up just like them."

[…]

"I'm completely alone."

[…]

"Shit, are you okay?"

You looked up, grimace on your face as the tall body of a man came into view. He looked concerned as he crouched down before you. His dark eyes searched for any indication you were in pain and when he saw you weren't he held out his hand for you to take.

"I'm okay," you nodded. "What am I doing on the floor?"

"I saw you fall," he said, as he lifted you up. You brushed the dust and dirt from your jeans. "Does it hurt?"

"No," you shook her head, still stunned. "Not much anyways."

"You hit the ground pretty hard," he frowned. "Maybe you should get yourself checked out."

You let out a forced laugh and he raised a brow. "Honestly, I'm good."

He nodded his head, eyes narrowed slightly before sighing. "Let me take care of you. Need a ride?"

God, just a few seconds ago he was using his all strength to buy something for his parents. Unless..

"Show me your pockets."

"What?" he frowned. He tried to find some clue in your eyes. "You think I stole something?"

God, he was atleast a foot taller than you were and you had to crane your neck to look at him.

"Well, seems like I have no choice," he shrugged.

The two of you fell silent, it wasn't awkward but neither knew what to say. He emptied all his pockets, the only things he had were his phone and his bank card.

You wanted to sink into the ground.

This stranger just offered to help you and you thought he was a thief. You tilted your head back, thinking about your next move.

You sighed, knowing exactly what you should do.

"Take it."

You handed him a matching sweaters that you assumed should be for his parents. He sighed in relief.

He was about to take out his card to pay, but you placed your hand on his, trying to making him understand that he doesn't have to pay.

"Just close the till, please." You smiled, feeling a bit better now. "And make your loved ones happy."

"No," he refused quickly "I have to pay for it. There is nothing for free."

It took a while to convince him not to pay. He finally sighed and accepted the two wrapped gifts from you. After he closed the till, he offered you a ride once again.

"Why don't you introduce yourself first?"

You were just leaving the store. It was cold. That was perhaps the understatement of the century. You couldn't remember the last time you had been so cold: the spiteful wind sliced through you like a sharpened blade, leaving a chill that shook you to your very core, and you tightened the thick scarf around you neck, pulling it up over your mouth. You locked the door and both went away, looking for his car, which wasn't parked that far away.

"It's strange that you don't know me."

"Woah, so you're kind of celebrity?" you laughed loudly. "You've got a big ego, man."

You finally reached his car. You didn't even notice the color because it was too dark and the car itself was covered in snow. But it didn't matter.

"Oh, that's very kind of you. Thank you." You said surprised as he opened the car door for you. He gave you a small smile. You took the front passenger seat. When you heard the sound of the trunk being closed, you realized that he must have been putting the gifts in there. You saw him through the snow-covered window. His hair was messy, and his sweater was slightly damp from the snow. His pink cheeks totally stole your heart. He looked like a little child after playing in the snow for several hours

"I'm Y/n," you spoke up as he appeared next to you. He clicked the heat button, smiling to himself. "Normal people usually say their name after my introduction."

"Who said I was normal?" you rolled your eyes before bursting out laughing again.

"You've got a beautiful name," he said, starting the car. "You can just call me Colby."

His eyes found yours and he smiled brightly. Your tiredness melted away instantly and you grinned back at him.

"Colby," you whispered to yourself.

"Hm?" he asked, keeping his eyes on the road. After a moment you could feel the relaxing warmth.

"Uhm," you cleared your throat. "You've got a beautiful name, too."

The corners of your mouth turned upwards. Eventually you stopped having everything under control. It was inexplicable. Every word this boy said aroused some emotion in you. It was strange because you two had just met.

He wanted to know more about you, every single thing. What you like, what you love. A twisted smile formed on his face. As he continued to steal glances at a female, who remained clueless about his mind.

You glanced out the car window, trying to see anything but darkness. Thanks to the car lights, you could have noticed that the streets were empty, not a person in sight that late, not even the stray dog walker or person who decided to go for a late night walk or run. Cars passed by from time to time, but there weren't many of them.

"Not a single soul." Colby sighed, a dreamy smile on his face as he looked down on the road. You nodded, stifling a yawn.

"I bet most of them are washing windows now," you whined, making him chuckle. "Can you take me to the nearest gas station? It's not far from home."

You noticed a slight disappointment on his face, which he quickly masked.

"Yeah, sure."

For a moment there was silence, and you took the opportunity to organize your thoughts. You wondered if you should start a conversation about what happened at the store. You were sure Colby had been thinking about it the whole time, but he didn't want to be too insightful. Even if he asked about your past, you wouldn't know what to answer him. That your parents owed a debt to evil people and died for not paying it off?

You squeezed your eyes shut at the thought. You stared at the moon, trying to calm your thoughts. Then you took a moment to appreciate that wonderful, breathtaking boy next to you. You looked at him in some kind of admiration. He was so beautiful that you were about to cry. You were so close to burying your hand in his messy hair, but it took all of your strength to hold back. A smirk formed on his face as he noticed you staring at his facial features. Instead of laughing at you, he simply changed the topic.

"How do you spend Christmas?"

"Hm?" you muttered, your voice still laced with sleep.

Colby raised his eyebrows at you. "You got a Christmas tree?"

You looked up at him and were torn between telling him the truth or lying.

"I spend Christmas alone. I don't have, I don't have anyone around me with whom I could share this evening. Also, Christmas are overrated. "

"I can help," he said, the words dropping out before he could think about them. Ordinarily, he calculated his sentences, sometimes spending hours or even days thinking about how he would word something, whether it was an email to a friend or a hypothetical debate. But there was no time for that now, the dilemma thrust right into his face with no escape route.

"What?" You swallowed.

"I can help you," he said. "You shouldn't be alone in this time. If you let me, I'd love to invite you to dinner with my p—. " he stopped mid-sentence. You felt like crying. No one in your life has ever shown you as much love as this man. Okay, maybe except Josephine.

"You don't mean that," you said quietly.

"I do," he said, a little more confidence in his voice now. "Let me help. I'll do anything. You shouldn't be alone. You can't be alone. Can I help?"

A faint smile grew over your lips and you nodded, colour rising to your cheeks as your smile grew. "Thank you. But your family-"

"Oh, they will be delighted to meet you."

He seemed nice enough, you thought, and there were surely worse ways to spend the next couple of hours than accepting his helping hand: you could take your mind off the solitude and maybe even make a friend.

But nothing could help you forget your past.

To Be Continued.

[steph-photographie]

Photo originale par Steph-Photo

A Grigny (69), cet ancien dispensaire de la résidence SNCF avec inscrit le fameux PLM (Paris-Lyon-Marseille)

[je-suis-ronflex]

Mon périple vers la Belgique a commencé, priez pour moi, le dieu SNCF risque de jouer contre moi

[none-ofthisnonsense]

La VÉRITÉ VRAIE c'était plus pour "yes and" la blague parce que fervente défendeuse de la SNCF in this home je l'aime de tout mon coeur. J'ai énormément pratiqué et pratique encore (même si moins) et j'ai eu pas mal d'anecdotes mais aucune qui mérite la HAINE de la SNCF qu'ont les gens. For real

J'adore l'idée de pratiquer la SNCF comme un sport mdrr

(Et ouiiiiiii ici on aime la SNCF. Toujours. SNCF haters not welcome here you do not get to hate on our beautiful dysfunctional train system >:( )

[faroukmarduk]

[yuzu-balignon]

SNCF and Astom are working on TGV-M, the latest french high-speed train iteration, and just. Look at her

My gorgeous and menacing 400T baby <3

[grrl-beetle]

"French "SNCF" brown cotton rail road jacket"

[retrogeographie]

Villeherviers (Loir-et-Cher), la gare.

[yodaprod]

French Train Station interior

Lyon Perrache (1982)

Vaudreuil Ville Nouvelle (1978)

Strasbourg (1988)

Souillac (1984)

Macon (1982)

Paris Gare de Lyon Train Bleu (1982)

Marseille Saint Charles (1985)

Lille Flandres (1979)

Lyon Part-Dieu (1983)

Source : Sncf Open Archives

[toutplacid]

Pont sncf de l’âge du fer, avenue du Général-Leclerc, Pantin — fusain, carnet nº 142, 6 juin 2024.