#Colin Shea x female!reader

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enam·​el • to beautify with a colorful surface

ransom drysdale x female reader

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words: 2K

warnings: 18+ ONLY. DNI if you are a minor. Language, more world building, toxic relationship, mentions of past sex, jealousy.

summary | if your marriage to ransom drysdale was a lit match, he’s the kerosene.

The wine kicks in thirty minutes later than expected, another voicemail on your phone that you let play out, Ransom’s threats no longer thinly veiled. It’s an all out command for you to return home, to stop being childish and come to your senses.

”Selfish son of a bitch,” you mutter, taking another sip of your Cabernet. 

Being alone is a strange feeling, especially since you hadn’t planned this out in advance. It was a simple whim, a response to once again feeling like you weren’t enough. The flirting had gone on longer than you had expected, the burning jealousy propelling you to want to make a scene, to embarrass the both of you. Your self-control will never let you falter in such a way, to show that side of yourself that you only show to him when you’re alone.

Somehow, deep down, you know Ransom was betting on you to break and that unnerves you the most. He’s the balance when you’re finding yourself going too far, relegating you both to the car to argue in private, to have make up sex in private, to apologize in your own way in private.

Too close for comfort this time.

Still, you let your mind wander to the man who caught your attention. A slight boyish smile, a sense of unbridled freedom that you haven’t let yourself ever have.

”Colin,” you say out loud, testing his name on your tongue.

You’ve got to hand it to him. The small crowd of people waiting to check in and he gave you his undivided attention, even bringing up your dinner himself, something you didn’t overlook. It’s almost too easy to let your mind linger to what ifs: what if you flirted back to have a story to hang over Ransom’s head. Maybe you’d get caught up in the ego build up, bask in feeling like you’ve gotten someone’s gaze that isn’t Ransom’s.

It’s always only temporary. Ransom clouds your thoughts again, wondering if he’s pacing in the living room or upstairs, his number flashing across the screen once more.

For once, you got smart and turned off your location. Which is probably why he’s going off the rails - access to you was a given and taken for granted.

When his number lights up once more, you scoff.

Access to you is a privilege. 

He’ll learn that lesson eventually.

”Bastard,” you hiss, turning your phone over and looking out at the view of the city.

-

After his fifth message, the tension in his shoulders makes him shudder, looking at his phone and knowing deep down that you won’t respond.

At least not right now.

The brunette had been fun to lead on but there was zero chance he’d ever entertain keeping her company outside of what little attention he’d paid her. It was enough for you to get riled up, Ransom’s eyes following your own the entire time you stared, sometimes forgetting to finish your own thought when you were in the middle of a conversation.

The sheets still smell like you - faint perfume that cost a small fortune that he got you for your birthday that you’ve been obsessed with. He inhales for a moment, remembering the night prior when you were under him, fingers scoring his back and eventually leaving puncture marks when he hit a spot that made you nearly feral. There’s a sense of entitlement he enjoys, knowing that you’re aware of how he can find every single spot in and on your body to bring you to your knees.

He’d like to see that juiced personal trainer of yours to even try.

Flopping onto his back, Ransom stares at the ceiling, phone still in hand as he secretly wishes that you’d return his phone call. As it stands, he’s dodging the brunette, who can’t take a hint that he’s not interested. These little games he likes to play usually don’t last long and they can take a hint - but not her. Blocking her number, he swipes through some pictures of you and him during your winter holiday in Switzerland the year prior, your happy smile lighting up the room under the backdrop of pristine, fresh white snow.

Turning off your location is new, the picture app swiped away as he focuses on looking at your pretty face on his screen.

For a moment, he wonders if he’s gone a little too far, only to remember Jake Jensen standing in his kitchen.

”Serves you right,” he grumbles, thinking back to how Walt had gleefully told him you left.

You should be home now, next to him, poking him in the chest to make sure you relay your opinions on how he treats you. It’s a preamble to how you want him to treat you in other ways, demanding tone turning into breathy sobs when he takes you into his arms.

Your jealousy is like a powder keg, something Linda had warned him from the get go when he’d proposed. She’d cautioned him on teasing you, giving him a road map of a woman’s emotions among a reformed playboy like him.

For a while, he had listened. But under the surface, he liked to coax out your wild side, the sharp tongued insults you’d hurl at the women who dared to get close. Unafraid of your own emotions, willing to show a passionate side of yourself that you had reserved for just him.

And he had wanted more of it.

Publically was even better because he reaped the rewards at home.

For the first time, he’s rendered speechless at your distance, almost wondering if he should make a few phone calls to track you down. Oddly enough, he’s not worried - yet. With a quick view of the credit card, he smirks at the charge.

”Stubborn,” he says to the ceiling, closing his eyes. “At least you have good taste.”

-

Normally Colin Shea isn’t interested in the clientele who patronize this boutique hotel, the exorbitant rates enough to keep normal travelers away. There’s something about you, the way you’d asked for a room, credit card in hand before he even had to ask, determined to take no for an answer as Colin had furrowed his brow to wonder if there were any rooms left. The big rock on your finger meant you were probably a trophy wife, something that filled him with disgust for even thinking so until you’d rambled off your last name.

Drysdale.

He’d known that name well. Joni Thrombey had done a few seminars at the hotel across the street, opting to stay here so that people wouldn’t follow her. If you asked him, he wasn’t even sure if she was able to garner any sort of recognition by her name only. 

Knowing his luck, a simple phone call to the usual suspects that ask about the patrons who are lucky enough to get a reservation, a tip that a disgruntled wife of a rich man would be enough for someone to talk about it but Colin has never been the sort to even attempt to get involved in someone else’s business, let alone report out to the masses.

You were running from something, looking over your shoulder more than once while he processed your reservation, no bags for the bellhop to take up as you quickly muttered that you just needed to get away for a night, only to call down a few minutes later to order dinner.

He didn’t have to deliver it himself. There was that pesky sense of curiosity and the smooth talking to the server who was trying to get off a little early that he could do it himself. What Colin didn’t expect was you to answer the door, barefoot and nearly teary eyed, pulling the strap of your dress up over your shoulder. 

For a short moment, he dreamed of punching Ransom Drysdale right in his smug face for making you upset.

He had to calm himself down to thinking such a thought, stepping inside of the hotel room to place your food down, even uncorking the wine and pouring you a glass to start. 

The clock shows an ungodly time when he finally glances up from his computer, rubbing his eyes for a moment before deciding to take a break. The amount of call outs for a Celtic’s game had him pulling a double - not that he minds it, he needs to make rent this month, after all. 

There’s a little space that he can retreat to, grabbing his backpack before heading toward the elevator.

-

By the time he takes the steps up to the top of the hotel, he’s aware that he’s not alone, the door slightly ajar. His suspicion is at high alert, moving through the next set of steps to the chairs that some of the servers have left out when they need a smoke break and a view.

The last person he expects to see is you, drinking straight from the bottle of wine, your dress hiked up to your thighs while you look out at the glittering lights from the city.

“I was wondering who found my hiding spot,” Colin says, breaking the silence when you look over your shoulder at the sound of his voice.

”I used to climb rooftops when I was a teenager. Felt a little freeing,” you say with a shrug. “And if this is your hiding spot, it’s not exactly a secret. I scared two people who tried to come up here.”

Colin takes a seat next to you, rummaging through his backpack while your stare follows him. He pulls out a sandwich from the deli down the street, opening it quickly before slowing down his movements.

”You want some?” He offers, seeing you shake your head.

”Thanks but I’m good. Probably should stop drinking but,” you pause, taking another long sip. “This wine was fucking expensive. It would be a waste if I stopped.”

He wants to ask why you’re up here, not to scare you into going back down but because you don’t seem like the sort to do something spontaneous like finding yourself at the top of a hotel, drinking from a wine bottle without a care in the world.

Or maybe it’s the wine talking, he isn’t sure.

He decides to be brave and ask anyway.

”What brings you up here?”

You look up at the blanket of stars in the sky and back to him.

”I needed to breathe.”

He nods, knowing that feeling all too well.

With another sip, you cradle the bottle to your chest.

”What about you?” You counter.

”Same. World gets a little suffocating sometimes.”

”Tell me about it,” you agree, looking down at your phone, eyes narrowing at the time. “Shit, I need to sleep. Check out is at what, ten?”

”Eleven. Unless you want a later check out. Not that I would say anything.”

You waver for a moment, unlocking your phone to take a picture of the skyline and then back at him, Colin giving you a thumbs up in the picture with a smile. You laugh at the action, carefully hoisting yourself up as you teeter for a second, taking a deep breath.

”You have a goodnight, Colin, wearer of many hats.”

He watches you carefully as you go down the steps, bottle in hand. You move with such grace that he’s not even sure if you’re as drunk as you seem, possibly an act for sympathy - or you’re just conditioned to draw back any authenticity before you reach the door.

“Leave the door open!” Colin calls out, seeing the door open slightly.

You’re gone in an instant, leaving him to wonder what you’re all about as he takes a bite of his sandwich.

-

Ransom sleeps past his alarm, the sun hitting him squarely in the eyes when he finally wakes, lulled into a false sense of security by a dream he had of you.

It comes crashing down when he realizes you still aren’t home, looking at his phone to find a picture you sent. It isn’t of you but a random man, giving a thumbs up to the camera under cover of darkness. He studies the picture for a long while, a cold smile coming over his features.

It’s not the personal trainer this time but a hotel employee, judging by the name tag. Ransom expands the picture to look closer.

”Colin,” he says to himself, saving the picture to his phone. “What were you doing with my wife, hmm?”

Pulling himself out of bed, he heads to the shower, thinking just how he’ll get all the answers to his questions.

He’ll go right to the source.

[thereoncewasagirlnamedjane]

LOVE TASTES LIKE STRAWBERRIES.

PAIRING — baker!colin shea x patisserie f!reader

CONTENTS — one-shot; modern au; alternate universe—bakery; rivals in love; fluff; coarse language.

SUMMARY — You have a standing rivalry with the bakery across town, but you know what they say: there’s a thin line between love and hate. And despite how much you act like it, you don’t actually hate Colin Shea.

WORD COUNT — 3.3k

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“Hey, Princess!” 

You bite back a groan, trying to ignore it, hoping against hope that you were just hearing things. 

But then you hear it again. “Over here, your highness!” 

Finally, you turn towards the sound of the voice and are met with a pair of familiar blue eyes and that infuriating grin. Colin Shea jabs a thumb in the direction of your stall, the one right next to his, as it has been every year. 

Your biggest mistake was deciding to check out the competition after hearing there was a new contender in town. You saw the name of a bakery you didn’t recognize on the list of participants in that year’s spring fling festival. 

The event? A baking contest. The prize? $5,000 in cash and publicity for your store. Despite not winning that first year, the contest shone a spotlight on your shop, Queen of Tarts, and you saw a decent boost in sales in the month following the festival. Needless to say, you resolved to compete every year since. 

Rockin’ Rolls, the new bakery that opened up across town, was exactly like you expected: lots of natural light, bare white walls, gallon-sized jars full of flour and sugar lined up on shelves painted a light minty green, and wooden display cases that looked like they were handcrafted.

It was a quaint little place, and despite the sweet smell of fresh bread wafting out from the kitchen, their displays showcased a wide selection of breads, pastries, cakes, and pies. Evidently, they sold much more than just rolls. 

The owner of said establishment, however, was not at all what you expected… and you ended up, well, checking out the competition in a whole different way. 

Frustratingly handsome, easygoing boyish charm, and a sense of humour you’d find endearing if it didn’t belong to your sworn enemy, Colin was a pain in your ass but looked damn good while he was at it. Not only could he be charming, he was a master of bread. The first day you visited his bakery, you bought a loaf of brioche that was so rich, so buttery, yet so light and airy that it almost had you in tears. 

Your pride, though, kept you from going back for more. 

Because he was also absolutely insufferable. At first, you enjoyed the dose of healthy competition, the two of you always good-natured and lighthearted about it. The rivalry soon became an all-out feud, however, as it turned out both of you were frighteningly competitive… and very sore losers. 

Soon, Colin’s laidback attitude became a source of unending irritation, while he seemed to find your background—namely your rich parents—personally offensive. You’ve engaged in a yearly bake-off ever since, both your storefront windows featuring an actual tally squeaked on with marker. The winner threw obnoxiously smug celebration parties, tagging the loser in photos and videos posted on social media. 

“Aren’t you a little old for the name-calling, Shea?” You snark, taking in his slightly tousled hair and casual attire, a dark t-shirt smeared with flour and dark jeans torn at the knees. 

“Calm down. You know it suits you,” Colin replies mockingly. “Naive and privileged heiress, out here slumming it with us peasants.” 

“Don’t you know—” you say through gritted teeth as you set up your station. The proximity of your tents has both of your staff groaning in frustration, but neither of you are phased. “—that you shouldn’t ever tell a woman to ’calm down’ unless you want to get punched in the dick?”

“Aw, sweetheart, if you wanted to touch my dick that badly, why didn’t you just say so?” He smirks as he kneads his dough, the muscles in his arms bulging nicely with the effort. It takes every last ounce of willpower not to stare at them. 

“I’d rather be set on fire,” you mutter to yourself, lying through your teeth, rolling out your own pastry dough for your tart crusts. 

“And did I ever tell you how cute that name is? Queen of Tarts, how adorable,” he pouts, pointing a flour-covered finger to the sign hanging from your tent. His voice holds a slightly mocking tone, but you’re determined to let it slide off your back. 

“Yeah, so you should be calling me ’your majesty’ instead,” you sneer. 

“You haven’t earned that title yet, Princess. And your little strawberry tarts won’t be enough to win you that prize.” 

“My tarts were famous long before you showed up, I’ll have you know.” 

“For what, being a giant disappointment? That pastry is way too thin.” 

“I know what I’m doing. I was making these with my eyes closed while you were still learning how to proof bread!” 

“The weight of your custard is gonna break those things in half before anyone can even eat it. Not to mention all that fruit you’re about to pile on top.” 

“You know,” you shake your head, rolling out the chilled dough. “Someone ought to teach you a lesson.” 

“Yeah, you think you can teach a man like me?”  Colin grins, wiggling his eyebrows. “Silk sheets, candlelight… the gentle strains of Kenny G?”

“Ew, stop it.” 

“Why? Afraid you’d like it too much, rich girl?” 

“Ugh,” you groan in disgust, turning away to concentrate on your pastry. “Just you fucking wait. This is gonna be the best thing you’ve ever had, and then I’ll have you admit that you don’t know jack shit.” 

It occurs to you then that Colin has never actually had any of your pastries. All of the times you two had competed, not just in the festival, the two of you would automatically declare yourselves the winner—the rules be damned. And after the fact, while you couldn’t help but secretly partake in the loaves of freshly baked focaccia, ciabatta, and sourdough, Colin has never once touched the tarts you’ve so painstakingly made with love. 

The pastry Colin deemed too thin, you had down to a science, filled with smooth and creamy perfectly sweet custard. On top are strawberries you sliced so thin they could be arranged into the shape of a blooming flower, brushed with shiny red glaze, dusted with powdered sugar, and garnished with a few adorably tiny green leaves of apple mint. 

When you win the top prize this year, much to your satisfaction, the other staff at Rockin’ Rolls gladly grab at your famous confections, showering you with appreciative mmm’s and ahh’s. Colin, however, remains at his station, cleaning away and looking pouty as he usually did whenever you beat him at something. 

“Come now, Mr. Shea, don’t be a sore loser,” you tease, despite the fact that you were probably much worse, ignoring the way Colin noticeably bristle at the sound of your voice. You hand over a plate with a single strawberry tart placed gingerly on top of the white porcelain. “I’ll be generous and share my winning creations.” 

Generosity, sure. Deep down inside, way past the rivalry and annoyance, you held a reluctant respect for Colin. Despite his carefree attitude and sometimes crude jokes, the man is serious about yeast. He turns into a different man once he steps into the kitchen, his eyebrows knit together in concentration, all signs of the immature jokester you’ve come to know disappears. Or at least, pushed momentarily aside. 

His hands gently mold doughs into various shapes, handling them with such care that sometimes you didn’t recognize the baker in front of you. You remember that first taste of brioche, how that masterpiece had come from the heart of this giant man-child, and it was impossible not to admire Colin Shea the bread artisan. 

So, you wanted to know what he thought about what you could do. It was one thing to own a mildly successful business, but another thing entirely to share your creations with someone who knew what the whole process entailed. 

“I’m allergic, your highness,” Colin merely says, not even looking up as he wipes down his flour-dusted workstation. 

Your jaw drops. “What?” 

“Now, if you’ll excuse me, don’t you also have some cleaning up to do?” Colin glances over your shoulder to bark out orders to his staff, who quickly finish the rest of your tarts before going back to their stations. They give you friendly pats on the shoulder as they pass, showering you with more compliments, just as your staff does for them, like they all do every year regardless of the outcome of the competition and despite the childish rivalry of their bosses. 

Except you can’t enjoy it this time. You take back your plate, the dessert still intact, bringing it back to your own tent where you would pick at it for the rest of the festival until it was time to go home. 

Because you know for an undisputed fact that Colin is not, in fact, allergic to strawberries. 

He’d lied to your face.

You can handle the jokes, the snide remarks, and his mocking tone… but if there was one thing you wouldn’t ever let slide, it was dishonesty.

Colin says goodnight to the last of his part-timers as they head out the door of the shop. Everyone had piled into the van and helped him reload all their supplies back into their kitchen before heading home for the day, but he stays behind long after closing time. It’s nearly midnight, but he opens the fridge and pulls out a small yellow box. 

Queen of Tarts is written in loopy pink script, a little bejeweled crown hanging off the capital T. It’s a logo Colin knows well. One of his employees had saved this for him, not knowing he had already declined your offer earlier at the festival with a bald-faced lie. 

They said it was the best strawberry tart they’d ever had, “But you knew that already, right, boss?” 

He didn’t. 

In all the years you two had competed, Colin could never bring himself to actually try one of the tarts you were so proud of. 

For the two of you, baking wasn’t just about making money. It wasn’t even always about what you made. It was about expression, about the way food, even the mere thought or smell of it, could bring out emotions and memories long buried. 

The only reason strawberries were your signature item was because your father took you strawberry picking as a child, you once shared with him. Colin found himself smiling at the mental image, of a younger you making fresh strawberry jam at the farm, sampling it with pieces of soft bread, only to be broken out of his reverie when you turned away out of embarrassment, demanding that he forget about it. 

And baking bread was a whole other beast. It required patience, love, and care. Colin insisted on kneading the dough by hand, the industrial-sized mixer at the shop often going unused. He always tells anyone who would listen that it doesn’t taste right otherwise, which is what his grandmother told him when she’d taught him everything he knows. 

Food contained histories and legacies, lessons of love carried throughout generations. To partake in a meal prepared for you by someone else, no matter how brief or how small, was incredibly intimate. 

And Colin definitely didn’t do intimate.

Every romantic encounter was fleeting and casual, the terms made abundantly clear before he ever partook. He felt no guilt when the women he slept with walked away hurt, because it wasn’t his fault they expected more when he explicitly stated over and over that he couldn’t give it to them.

And then he met you, and for the first time he was the one who wanted more. He wondered if he could ever change for you, if he could be man enough to swallow that fear of commitment and just tell you all the things he felt whenever he looked upon your face—even if he couldn’t exactly find the words big enough, right enough, to describe them.

Colin had expected a typically sugary-sweet proprietress of Queen of Tarts, naive about the ways of the real world, your path paved by privilege and by dollars you hadn’t earned but instead inherited.

But what he got was a bolt out of the blue and the knowledge he had misjudged you. There was a fire in your eyes unlike any he’d ever seen in another person, a stubbornness to prove your worth and your place in this world, to get by without the help of your immensely wealthy parents. 

Like the first blossoms of spring, colour slowly bled into his black and white world, as though his life didn’t really begin until your arrival in it. 

And he knew that the moment he gave into his desires and took a bite out of your carefully constructed custardy treats, he would know what love truly tasted like. 

He wouldn’t be able to pretend any longer.

Colin looks down at the lone strawberry tart, looking just as perfect and sweet as they always do. In the privacy of his own shop, alone in the middle of the night, remembering the way you’d looked at him when he lied about being allergic, he finds his resolve faltering. 

Because before any of his hopes could ever take flight, they were dashed just as quickly. Just four words uttered a week ago after he won another meaningless bet, after he had proceeded to rub your nose in it. 

“God, I hate you so much.” You’d muttered it under your breath as you rolled your eyes, turned away from him so you couldn’t see the surprise and hurt that was surely laced right into his features. 

A part of him shouted that the words were merely said in jest, that you only mumbled them out of irritation because—even he has to admit—he was being a colossal dick.

But another part of him realized you’ve never actually smiled in his direction. You have done it around him, at your patrons and your friends, at his employees who unlike him were always nice to you, but the second your eyes met his, the smile would drop. 

He knows the remedy. He could just stop being an ass, pour on the effortless charm that seems to work on most of the women he’s encountered. Except, he just can’t. Colin sighs.

Despite your hatred, he likes watching you get angry at him. Not that he enjoys making you mad, he simply likes it when you give just as much as you get, not letting anything deter you until you’d proved him wrong. He likes that you challenge him, that you aren’t afraid to be you around him. 

Then, a sudden frantic series of knocks on his shop door startles him into tossing the tart back into the fridge. Uttering a string of curses, he moves to finish closing up and ignore the stranger at the door, until—

“Open up, Shea! I know you’re in there.” Colin’s heart jumps to his throat at the sound of your voice. He freezes for a moment, listening to your fist continue to pound against the door. But then he manages to collect himself, slapping on that arrogant smile before opening up. 

“Well, what brings you here at this time of night?” He asks, but before he can continue with an inappropriate booty call joke, a second yellow box is shoved under his nose. 

“You are going to eat every last crumb of this tart,” you slam the box down onto the counter. “I don’t fucking care if you really are ‘allergic’ all of a sudden.” 

“Uh, that’s called murder, your highness.” 

“Every. Last. Crumb.” You emphasize each word with a jab of your finger against his chest. Colin wonders why he can see hurt laced in your features, too. 

If you hate him, why does his opinion even matter to you? For the first time, Colin can’t immediately tell what a woman is thinking, and it’s driving him mad.

But if you were privy to his thoughts, you’d tell him it’s because everyone knows a good and true rivalry is born and built out of mutual respect.

People just don’t bother with someone they don’t hold in high esteem. And if you really did hate him, if he really did hate you, then what was the goddamn point?

It can’t be just for the glory of being crowned the best, or the prize money; you’ve seen him in action too many times to believe that. This shared thing isn’t just a passion for either of you, it’s a way of life. It’s everything. 

“You hate me,” he says, but it comes out more like a question, the confusion evident in his voice. People don’t bring sweet strawberry tarts to someone they hate. 

“So? And you hate me. That’s how this works,” you say, clearly taken aback. Your voice grows unsteady at the way he looks at you, taking a few nervous steps back as he stalks toward you. 

“Except it’s not,” Colin stops just inches from you, so close he can smell the combined scent of sugar and butter latched onto your clothes. “Not even close.” 

“…Why aren’t you wearing a shirt?” You wrinkle your nose. Even now, in the middle of a confrontation, after hinting that he is absolutely hopeless for you, Colin can’t help but love your timing even if it’s also frustrating as hell. He grins. 

“It was hot.” 

“Then take off your hoodie and not the shirt?” 

“You want me to take my clothes off?” 

“What? No, I—” 

“You hate me, though? Tell me the truth.” 

“No way. You lied to me earlier,” you finally look up at him, glaring. “And if I’m being totally honest, it’s the lack of effort that really grinds my gears. If you’re going to lie, at least do it well.” 

“I don’t hate you.” Colin says, still smiling. He wants so badly to touch you. 

“Well, good, I don’t hate you either.” The store goes still, the two of you maintaining eye contact until the silence is almost too much to bear. “No idea where you got that from, anyway.” 

He laughs, incredulous. “Because you said it.” 

“No, I didn’t! When?” 

“Last week.” 

“Oh, you mean when you were being a dick?” 

“Not uncommon, Princess. Be more specific.” 

“In my defence, you were being an ass.” 

“Again… not uncommon.” Smirking, Colin reaches out to brush his fingers against yours. His eyes never leave yours, trying to gauge just how far he can go. You don’t move even as your fingers intertwine, even as he tugs you gently towards the kitchen, picking up the box from the counter and pulling a matching one out of his fridge. 

Realization slowly dawns and you finally smile at him. Colin thinks he’ll melt into the floor, it’s so damn brilliant.

The two of you sit in his kitchen, illuminated by nothing but the small light from the nearby stove and the moon outside the window, partaking in sweet treats that would be gone in just a matter of minutes. But even long after the plates are cleared and washed, you and Colin would remember this night. 

You would remember you spent the rest of the night learning the recipe for his famous brioche, after reluctantly admitting you still have dreams about it. You would remember the way his eyes sparkled at your admission, his hands covering yours as he helped you knead the dough. The laughter at the way you ruined the first batch by adding way too much butter, the countertop and your fingers covered in a sticky mess.

As you washed your hands in the sink, Colin asked if you would come by again because “learning how to make bread is a process, Princess”. 

Colin would remember you saying yes, trying to sound nonchalant but turning away shyly and unable to meet his eyes. He would remember it being more intimate than anything he’d ever shared with anyone, committing to memory that he had been right.

Love tasted like fresh strawberries, buttery pastry, smooth custard, and just the tiniest tingles of mint. 

But, and this was the most important part—only if they came from your hands.

fin.

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𖤐The Witch Next Door𖤐

Paring: Colin Shea x Female Reader

Warning: (Tell me if I miss something)

Date: May 18 2025

Autors Note: Been a while I don't write, I know but I came with this idea so let's go.

Chapter One: The Rockstar Next Door

𖤐 Part 2 𖤐

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I was putting a few boxes inside of my new apartment then I heard a voice. "Hey, Wassup?". I turned to see a guy, wide showers, clean shaved face, jeans, a shirt written "trouble", blonde strands, nice blue eyes, attractive lips..

"Oh hey, we're neighbors now", i said, pulling a strand of my hair behind my ear.

"You moved next door? If I knew, I'd help You." He said while approaching me

"No it's alright, I'm just going to unpack some left boxes."

"Need some company? I could help you unpack if you want." He leans against the doorframe, his arms crossed over his chest. "Or you could just take a break and have some coffee with me. I just made a fresh pot." He smiled and I laughed softly "That's a flirty comment what I just heard..?"

"Maybe a little. But seriously, the coffee is really good. I don't want you to think I'm just trying to hit on you... well, okay maybe a little bit. But mostly I just want to be neighborly and help out. So what do you say? Coffee break?"

I bite my lower lip looking at him before nodding sightly. "Alright, lemme change.."

Inside of my apartment, I wear denim shorts and a short blouse that exposes my middle, I tie up my long hair into a messy bun then I cross the corridor, knocking his door. Colin opened the door with a small smile, his eyes briefly flick downwards before meeting my gaze "Damn... I mean..." He catches himself and grins "Come on in. Coffee's ready" He steps back to let me in, already enjoying the sight of my revealed midriff. Caughting his gaze, I giggled "Baby, my eyes are on my face." He looks around with a sense of pride "Yeah, I like to think so." He gestures to the counter where the coffee is. "Have a seat. I'll grab the mugs." As he turns to get them, he can't help but steal another glance at my exposed stomach. "Damn..."

"By the way, I'm Angeline, but you can call me Angie or Angel." Softly, he caught my eye in the mirror above the counter "Ah, I like Angel better." He sets two mugs down and pours the coffee, adding a bit of cream and sugar to his before sliding one over to you. "I'm Colin, but you already knew that."

I drank a little sip of the coffee, looking at him. "So tell me about you." He smiled and leaned against the counter, taking a sip of his coffee.

"Huh I'm 24 years old, with a vet degree, questionable impulse control, and a cat who thinks she’s queen of hell, my mom thinks she's a gypsy and I never been on a single place for so long.. Now tell me about you"

Well, Angel, what do you want to know? I'm pretty straightforward," He pauses, thinking for a moment. "I'm 28, born and raised here. I work in a band—it keeps me busy and active."

We're interrupted by a few scratches on his door and I got up quickly, opening his door to my little queen, Nyx aka my black cat, I crouched down to scoop her on my arms. "It's my little girl, Nyxen.. let she smell you, she'll let you know if she likes you"

Carefully he extends his hand towards Nyx, watching her body language closely. She sniffs his fingers, then suddenly boops his hand with her head, making him laugh softly. He strokes her black fur carefully. "She's beautiful." He watches as she nuzzles back into your neck possessively.

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On the next day, If someone had told me that moving into a tiny apartment with weird plumbing and questionable wallpaper would lead to me standing in the living room of a half-naked man with a guitar and an attitude—I would’ve packed faster.

Colin Shea leaned against his kitchen counter like he owned the building. Which, judging by the way he casually sipped his beer and arched that annoyingly hot eyebrow at me, maybe he did. He wore a fitted black T-shirt that hugged his arms way too well and jeans that had definitely seen some nights they weren’t supposed to. Dangerous, charming, and barefoot. Of course.

“Want a drink?” he asked, like we were old friends and not two people who had just awkwardly bumped into each other in the hallway and bonded over my cat hissing at his shoes.

I leaned back against the doorframe and gave him my best smirk. “Depends. Do you have something that doesn’t taste like regret and bad decisions?”

He tilted his head. “You don’t strike me as the type who avoids bad decisions.”

Touché.

Nyx had made herself comfortable on the armrest of his couch, like she owned the place now. Typical.

I crossed the room and plopped down next to her, smoothing my sundress under me and letting my heeled combat boots thump loudly against the hardwood. Colin’s eyes flicked down to my legs—yeah, I saw that—but he was smart enough not to comment. Yet.

“So, vet school, huh?” he said, tossing me a soda. “That’s hot.”

I cracked it open. “Dead fish breath and anal gland expressions? Total aphrodisiac.”

He laughed, the real kind, the kind that comes from your stomach. “Guess I’ll have to step up my game then. What made you choose animals over people?”

I shrugged, sipping my drink. “Animals are honest. If they bite you, they mean it. People? They smile while they’re sharpening the knife.”

He nodded like he got it. “Fair enough.”

“And you?” I asked, eyeing the guitar in the corner. “What exactly do you do? Besides look like trouble.”

“I avoid commitment. And pants. I’m good at both,” he said with that crooked grin that probably had a body count.

“You forgot dodging ex-girlfriends,” I teased.

“Hey, that’s a full-time job.”

We fell into a weird, easy silence. The kind that usually only comes after midnight or after you’ve known someone for years. But here we were, two semi-strangers with a shared wall and too much chemistry.

“You’re not what I expected,” I admitted quietly.

He looked over, something soft flickering in those sharp blue eyes. “Neither are you.”

And just like that, I wasn’t thinking about noisy plumbing or my mom’s postcards from Morocco. I was thinking about how dangerously close we were sitting. About how his gaze lingered on my lips just a second too long. About how this wasn’t supposed to happen.

Suddenly, an idea strikes him. "Can I ask you something?" His voice is casual, but his eyes are curious. "Personal question."

"You'll ask if I have a boyfriend..?" I cutted, asking with a smirk, making myself comfortable again on the couch as Nyx jumped down and immediately curled up on his throw blanket like she paid rent there. Caught off guard by my directness. He runs a hand through his messy hair. "Yeah, actually. That's exactly what I was gonna ask." He leans against the counter again, genuinely curious. "No ring on your finger or boyfriend pictures around..."

"I'm single, handsome"

He raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "Handsome, huh?" He chuckles softly, feeling a bit more confident now that he knows I'm single. He pushes off from the counter and walks closer to me, stopping near the couch where Nyx is curled up comfortably.

"I mean, single.. unless you count my vibrators but even them are getting tired."

Colin laughs out loud at my blunt response, finding my attitude incredibly attractive. "Damn, girl," He mutters, shaking his head playfully. He bites his bottom lip, considering you for a moment. "So, you're telling me you haven't had a boyfriend in a while? And you're always this straight?"

"Nope, and I'm like this only with men who look like trouble and smell like sin," I replied, kicking my booted feet up on his coffee table. "You qualify on both counts."

His smirk widens into a full-blown grin, clearly enjoying my directness and the compliment. He leans down slightly, resting his hands on the back of the couch behind me. "Is that so?" He takes a moment to let the tension build, enjoying the flirtatious banter.

"Uhumm.. maybe you're used to girls playing hard to get but most girls haven’t been raised by a Brazilian mother with three ex-husbands and a tarot deck. I don’t do games. I do honesty. And combat boots.. and sex sounds nice too."

He laughed deeply, the sound rumbling in his chest. He leans even closer, his breath warm as he's really closer to you as he whispers, "Fuck, I like you.. you're a menace." He pauses for a moment, letting the words hang in the air.

“And yet,” I gestured to Nyx, now sprawled like royalty on his couch, “my cat likes you. Which means you might be worth it.”

Colin leaned a little closer, voice dropping just enough to make my stomach do something stupid. “What about you? Do you like me?”

I met his eyes, slowly and deliberately. “I don’t know yet.”

And for once, Colin Shea didn’t have a clever comeback.

He stands up straight, his tall frame towering over you. He runs a hand through his messy hair again, a habit you're starting to find incredibly attractive. He bites his bottom lip, debating something internally. Suddenly, he decides. "You know what?"

"Tell me"

"I've got a question for you." His tone drops to a lower, more intimate register, and he leans in slightly closer. "You said sex sounds nice... do you always tell men your... needs so directly?" He keeps eye contact, clearly enjoying this banter way more than he should be.

"Only when they look like they can handle it," I said tilting my head with a smirk. "Can you?"

His eyes darken with desire and confidence. He steps even closer, his face inches from yours. "Oh, I can handle it." He pauses, his voice dropping to a whisper. "I can give you exactly what you need. Rough, dirty, no games." Nyx let out a little meow then, like she was scolding us for the rising tension, or maybe just pissed she wasn’t the center of attention anymore and I giggled, bitting my lower lip.

He chuckles softly, breaking the intense moment with a smile as he glances at Nyx. "Even your cat thinks we're being too intense." He straightens up, running a hand through his hair again. "Though I gotta say... that giggle did something to me." He paused, swallowing dry.

"Well, relax, if she hasn’t hissed yet, you’re doing fine."

He watches you throw your legs back up on his coffee table, his eyes dropping to your body unconsciously. He realizes something and grins mischievously. "Can I ask you something serious? And answer honestly?" He waits for your nod before continuing softly, "How many guys have you slept with?" He knows it's a personal question, but he's genuinely curious. Your blunt attitude makes him think you won't sugar coat it. "You don't have to round down."

I frowned softly, sightly amused "This really matter to you or it's just a genuine curiosity?"

He crosses his arms casually, leaning against the wall across from you. "Just curious. No judgment - honest." His expression shows genuine interest, not possessiveness. "Plus..." He smirks slightly. "I'm trying to gauge how fucking lucky those other guys were."

"Huh.. a few, six, I guess but most casual, I don't even remember their names" I shrugged simple. He nods slowly, processing this. For some reason, he finds your honesty incredibly sexy. "I'm probably going to disappoint you with my answer, but I've only been with..." He hesitates slightly, then meets your eyes directly. "Five. Though I remember every single one."

"I don't mind, Colin"

"Good." He pushes off the wall and walks over to you, crouching down in front of you so you're at eye level. "Because I have a feeling I'm going to be adding a seventh to my list very, very soon. And I definitely won't forget your name."

Bitting my lower lip, I shrugged, looking teasefully at him "We keep talking. Maybe I let you walk me back to my apartment later or vice versa. I may crawl into your sheets at night if you accidentally let your door unlocked. Maybe I don’t. Maybe we stay here and see how long you can handle not kissing me.." He chuckles, standing up and walking back to his spot against the wall, maintaining that safe distance. "Alright then... let's see how long I can resist those lips." He settles in, crossing his arms again with a playful smirk. "You know what we should do?"

"I'm accepting suggestions" I said and he grins, pushing off from the wall to grab a couple of beers from his fridge. He tosses one to me and keeps one for himself, popping the top open with a hiss. "We should play a game." He takes a swig while I smiled, unlacing my boots to take them off.

He watches while I kick off my boots, his eyes flicking back up to yours with a smirk. "Good. Alright, here are the rules." He takes another sip of his beer, setting it down on the counter. "We take turns asking each other questions. No lying, no dodging. Any type of questions. Personal, stupid, whatever. But if you don't want to answer something, just say so and we move on." He leans against the counter, crossing his ankles casually. "And since I'm a gentleman," He smirks, "you can go first."

I giggled, sitting on lotus pose on his couch. "Alright, how long since last time you been with someone? Kissing, fucking or anything"

He grins at your position on the floor, your tank top riding up slightly. He swallows hard before answering honestly. "Five months. No kissing, no sex. Just a quick blowjob." He watches you laugh softly, then adds, "How many guys have you hooked up with in the past year?" He watches you carefully. He knows you won't lie. He also knows your honesty will probably make him hard. Again. "Be specific. One night stands, makeouts, everything."

"Past year, just one, meet me at club, coincidence or not, just making out and a quick blowjob."

His jaw tightens slightly. He likes your honesty. He likes that you didn't sleep around much. He also realizes that your past behavior aligns with his - casual, no emotions, no repeats. He swallows hard before his next question. "Do you swallow..?"

I chuckled loud before smirking "Yes, I do.."

Then his dick twitches at your confident answer. Fuck. He was burning inside.

[cottagecheese1]

Unhinged worlds 1

summary: A few years after your father died, your mother marries a new man, to you having a new family meant new begging's, but what happens when your new begging comes spiraling apart just because of the people that made them.

paring: dark stepdad Andy Barber x reader x dark dbf Lloyd Hansen x reader x dark stepbrother Johnny storm x reader x dark bbf Colin Shea.

warnings- (DDLG undertones) stepcest, Johnny is NOT Andy's biological father, he is the adopted son. smut, do not engage if you are uncomfortable with any of the following, spanking, blackmail, p in v, edging, thigh riding, oral, fingering.

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"Mom, you know I've never met this man before, right?", you said with a slightly worried tone, your mother gives you an exasperated sigh and walked her way over to you, gripping your shoulders.

"Honey please, I just got married, I don't understand why you can't be happy for me this once.", you wrapped your arms around her neck and hugged your mother, she was right, you needed to see the best in this situation right now.

"I'm sorry mom, I am happy for you, it's just a lot to adjust to right now.", You gave your mother a slight smile and pulled away from her.

She gave you a smile back and responded, "oh I think you'll be okay; he has a son around your age, he's adopted but I think you two would like each other."

The smile on your face widened a little bit, your mouth opened once again to speak, but came to an abrupt stop as you saw an unfamiliar man stand behind your mother and give her a slight peck on the head.

Your mother giggled slightly and stepped back to stand by the man, "Honey, this is Andy, Andy this is my daughter.", your mother said as she spilled out your name back to the man beside her.

Andy unwrapped his arm around your mother's shoulder, and walked towards you, opening his arms forward to embrace you in a hug. This caught you off guard because for someone you just met, he seemed to be a little too touchy with you, but you thought nothing more of it, thinking it might just be the way your new stepfather expresses his feelings.

"It is so nice to finally meet you sweetie, I've heard so much about you." Andy said with a wide grin on his face, as he held you a little too tight for your own comfort.

As Andy was speaking to you, nodding your head once in a while at his banter. You heard a voice faintly behind Andy come closer.

"Dad, when will you let Colin come over, I'm fucking dying too actually-who is that?", you looked to see a younger guy with a buzzcut, and light blue eyes come out from behind Andy to get another good look at you.

Andy took a deep breath and gave a slight glare to the boy who shoved past him to you "Johnny, this is-", Andy was quickly stopped in the middle of his introduction when Johnny decided to introduce himself to you first.

"I'm Johnny, Johnny Storm, but you can call me whatever you like sweets", Johnny said with a smug grin as he took a step closer to you, and you instinctively took a step back from the muscular man, mumbling out an "okay.." and you adverted your gaze down to your feet.

It seemed a little rude once you actually processed what you just said, making yourself seem passive and unwelcoming, but for some reason you just felt shy around both of these new men, men that are now a part of your family, men that you are now permanently living with.

Johnny chuckled and continued to try to keep the conversation alive, even though his father stood sternly right behind him. Andy quickly shut down his next spill of flirtatious chatter when he saw how visibly uncomfortable you looked.

"Johnny, this is your new stepsister, don't be disrespectful.", Andy said with a warning, but Johnny just nodded and shrugged him off, giving you a playful wink and walking away with a slight skip, boosting himself over the curve of the driveway.

"Sorry about him, he just never runs out of energy ya know?" Andy says with a slight chuckle at the end. You smiled slightly and gave him a nod of reassurance.

"It's perfectly fine, doesn't bother me." You said quietly before adverting your gaze from him once again.

"Well, if he does, just come tell me and I'll go talk to him, I'd hate it if you felt uncomfortable in any way." Andy said with a slightly sympathetic look on his face.

Your mother took an earful of this moment, and decided to express her love for it "Oh Andy, you're too sweet, we both appreciate whatever you do for us."

Andy smiled brightly, still keeping his eyes glued to you, "Just doing what anyone would do" he responded.

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After a long day of moving boxes and making conversation, your social battery seemed to run out completely, wanting nothing more than to lay in bed and finally relax. Except it was only 3 in the afternoon.

With a lot of procrastination, you finally got out of bed and decided to dig through the fridge to find something to drink, making your way to the kitchen, until you heard a knock at the front door.

Thats weird? You weren't expecting anyone, maybe it's just one of those people who give out pamphlets about polar bears for no reason.

Making your way over to the door hesitantly, deciding if you really want to stand in the doorway and talk about how you can stop global warming for 30 minutes, but there also was a chance that it was actually somebody important.

Twisting the knob and opening the door to find a decently attractive man who looked to be around Johnny's age standing patiently. He twisted his head towards you and raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"Well, you're not Johnny." the man said with a slight smile on his face, and you nodded in agreement before responding.

"Um, if you're here for him, I guess you can come in." you responded as you took a step back to let him enter. He chuckled, walking past you to stand next to you as the door shut.

"Thanks sweetheart, I don't think I've met you before, I'm sure I would've remembered a cutie like you", he said playfully as your cheeks heat up slightly at the sudden comment.

"I-um, no we haven't met before, I think Johnny is in his room." You responded quickly before trying to walk away.

"Wait, hold on, I didn't get your name." the man said as he chased after you slightly, and you mumbled out your name slightly, waiting for him to reciprocate the action.

"Oh right, I'm Colin." You nodded once again.

"Nice to meet you, Colin.", deciding to try and end the conversation here so you could continue scavenging for a drink.

"Ok, ok, I can get a hint, I'll see you around sweetheart." He said as he gave you a wink before walking away.

What was weird about that is he kind of acts the same way Johnny does, but maybe that's why they're friends, of course people like other people that are similar to them, you felt stupid once you actually thought about it.

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Once you made your way into the kitchen, finally getting one step closer to what you wanted, except Andy was also in the kitchen leaning on the kitchen counter nursing a beer that he put down almost immediately at your presence.

"Honey, you scared me, did you need something?" He said and let out a sigh of relief that it was just you.

"I came to get a drink." You responded simply, just like the rest of you, Boring and simple.

"Of course..but could I talk to you about something honey, I just want to make sure there's no tension between us." He said softly, pushing himself off of the counter and towards you.

You gave Andy a nod of reassurance to continue, settling for a bottle of water as you sat down on the bar stool, right across where Andy was standing.

"I know your shy sweetie, but I want to let you know that you can tell me anything, your mother told me about your father, and I think it's important that you have a man in your life, someone that can take care of you honey, all of your wants and needs." Andy said softly, walking around the counter to stand behind you.

Your eyes widened as he rubbed circles on your back, your mother hasn't mentioned your father in years to you. She knows it's a sensitive subject for you to talk about, you doubt that your mother wouldn't have mentioned that to Andy.

"I-um-I don't really like to talk about my dad." you said with a slight tremble in your voice as you felt your throat get tighter, and your eyes get glassy with tears.

Your father died when you were only 9 but it felt like yesterday to you. Of course, you miss him, but you would rather not talk about it then mourn him every day.

Andy saw your eyes start to water, and your muscles start to tense. He just cooed at you lovingly, his hand moved off your back and moved directly behind you to wrap his arms around your shoulders.

"Oh sweetie, I know it's hard to talk about your feelings, but I want you to trust me, so I can be a good daddy and take care of you, don't you want that?" Andy said quietly while resting his chin on your shoulder.

Lost for words was one thing, you felt dumb, talking to you like a child, but deep down you found it strangely comforting. Andy walked back in front of you and grabbed your chin, tilting your head up softly with his fingers.

"You're my special little girl, I want you to know that honey." Andy added, while stroking your face like it was the most delicate thing in the world.

Trying to avoid eye contact with him was hard because than you couldn't help but feel tears run down your cheeks, maybe you did feel like Andy actually cared about you.

Andy suddenly pulled you closer to his chest while shushing you, pecking the top of your head once in a while. Hearing a faint noise of chatter coming closer to you made your head perk up with warning, you didn't want to anybody to see you cry today, especially over something you should've got over years ago.

"Hey dad I-what happened?" Johnny said as he skipped in the kitchen nosily, Colin standing right beside him, watching the scene unfold in front of him.

Looking from Andy's chest in embarrassment, watching the three men surrounding you, well mostly two in concern. This made more anxiety pump up in your chest and suddenly you darted down the hallway to your bedroom, where you should have stayed all along.

Ignoring the faint calls for your name and shutting the door behind you. Locking it and sliding down against your wall, finally letting all the sobs you've been keeping in until now. Great, now you won't hear the end of it tomorrow. Maybe a new family wasn't such a great idea after all.

A/n: It's been a minute since I posted ya'll, but I also just had a random urge to write a series with four hot men in it. Part two will be coming soon!

[callalillywrites]

I got the chance to see The Ministry of Ungentlemanly Warfare (and then bought a physical copy because I loved it).

When this scene came on, Marjorie's just so damn gorgeous in that green Cleopatra dress. She lit something within my muse.

I couldn't help thinking about how my Alphas would react to their readers if they came out sporting this dress.

Let's explore, shall we?

These are all set in my It Takes All Packs to Make It Work verse.

Alpha!Jake (and Beta!Steve) would absolutely be tackling Angel if she came out of their room with this as her Halloween costume. Her every wish is their command at this point. She may or may not get the chance to show it or the matching costumes (Caesar & Marc Antony) she got for her guys that night.

Alpha!Bucky would probably drop to his knees at the sight of Precious in this dress. It's not her usual style as she prefers something a bit less revealing yet feminine. Something more like this Goddess costume that she wore their first Halloween together. He'll definitely be possessive and protective all night long.

Not yet here but are coming soon...

Alpha!Frank will know his reader is up to something as she's always looking for ways to keep him on his toes (and make him fall even harder for her).

Alpha!Curtis, our smitten kitten, will absolutely adore his reader in this. It's not because she's not drop dead gorgeous in his eyes because she absolutely is. It's because he's so damn proud of her and how she's coming out of her shell after the rough times she's had with her last alpha. (She's sadly going to have it worse than Bucky's Precious.)

Alpha!Ari will be glaring at everyone who dares look at his reader. He made a promise to an old friend, and he's not about to break it by letting anything happen to her.

Alpha!Colin would be glued to his reader the whole night and trying to show her how much he can and is willing to change his playboy habits.

Alpha!Dennis Baker would just be proud to be on the arm of such a beautiful reader whose attention is on him and him alone.

Alpha!Sam Wilson would be flirting like crazy even though he's long since claimed his beautiful Omega.

And we can't forget our precious Betas...

Beta!Ransom & Beta!Nick are happy to show off their gorgeous Alpha as she's absolutely stunning in their eyes. Sure, Ransom might be harboring some (read: a lot) of jealousy as others try to claim her attention from them, but Nick's had a lot of practice with this and soothes Ransom, assuring him of their Alpha's love and devotion to them.

Not in the universe, but I've been craving an Alpha!Steve of my own.

So, for him, he would be a mixture, I think, of several alphas above. Proud to have his reader on his arm, absolutely glaring at others who dare look at his reader, and just all around flirting with her, especially after they've been together a little while and have long since established their bond.

[krirebr]

I Know I Should Know Better 4

Pairing: Curtis Everett x Female Reader, references to past Colin Shea x Female Reader & past Johnny Storm x Female Reader

Word Count: ~3.5k

Summary: Curtis has been working as your body guard for almost two years now. Standing by and watching you work and party your life away is becoming more and more difficult, but is there anything he can do about it?

Warnings: Angst, adult themes, complicated power dynamics, minor age difference (not explicit in this part, but reader is mid-twenties and Curtis is early thirties), drinking & implied drug use, explicit language, bad boyfriend (Colin continues to be awful, even though we haven't actually seen him since part 2), self-destructive behavior, anxiety, negative self-talk. She's still having a bad time, you guys. All of my work is 18+ - Minors DNI

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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A/N: Well, here it is! As I currently have it planned, this will be seven parts, so we're officially past the halfway point now. This part's a little shorter, but I'm hoping you'll think it's worth it.

Big thanks to @drabblewithfrannybarnes for helping me nail down the new character here! (If you don't remember doing that Carly, it's because it was ages ago 🤣)

Any comment, reblog, or ask to let me know what you think will be greatly appreciated. Even if it's just screaming at me. 😄 As always, thank you so much for reading! 💜

The drive to the restaurant was uncomfortable. Or maybe it wasn’t. Maybe it was just you. Sitting in the backseat alone, while Curtis and Jensen quietly conversed in the front, you felt ridiculous. You should learn how to drive. You were a grown woman who couldn’t even get herself anywhere—just another way you didn’t know how to be responsible for yourself.

You stared at Curtis in the front seat. It’d been a few weeks since your boundaries conversation. You hadn’t spoken to him much since. He was right. It was better. Cleaner. But you missed being able to talk to him.

Something had changed about the way he watched you though. You would swear that it was more intense now, the way his eyes followed you around the room. And it always seemed like he had something to say, he’d just never say it. He didn’t make any sense.

You took a breath. You were nervous about this lunch. You weren’t entirely sure what the purpose of it was, aside from the fact that Marnie Reynolds had wanted to meet. You hadn’t seen her in years and then she just texted you out of the blue two days ago, asking if you wanted to have lunch. You assumed she was going to pitch you something. Why else would she want to talk? You hoped it’d be something easy to agree to. It would make Wilford and Tanya feel better if someone actively wanted to work with you, at the very least. 

The restaurant wasn’t the kind of place you normally went to. It was nice, but tucked away, not designed for those who wanted to see and be seen. Marnie had chosen it. She was waiting for you at a small table in the back, even more private. She stood as you approached and enveloped you in a warm hug. She was just as glamorous as you remembered, suddenly hit by memories of sitting in her trailer while she let you try on her jewelry. She’d always been so nice to you. “Oh, honey, it’s so good to see you,” she said as you both sat down. 

You smiled and nodded. “It’s good to see you, too. How are you?” 

“Oh, good, good,” she said with a big smile. “Just got back from a shoot in Greece. Happy to be home.” Her eyes lost a little of their luster as she asked, “How are you, darling?”

“Oh, I’m fine,” you said. You could tell she wanted you to say more, but you just nodded and shrugged.

“Well,” she looked at you carefully, “I can’t get over how grown up you are. I know it’s silly, but I think I’ll always see you as the sixteen-year-old I met at the table read ten years ago.”

 “You and all of America,” you said dryly before you could think better of it.

Instead of chastising you, she just nodded. “I’m very grateful I didn’t have to grow up so publicly and then have to make that transition to being an adult. I can’t imagine how hard that is.”

You shrugged again. You didn’t really know what to say to her.

“Which, speaking of, I owe you an apology.”

Panic rose in your chest. Oh, god. Had she sold a story about you? Said something private in an interview? Blocked you from a new role? You weren’t sure you could handle one more thing right now. “Oh?” you asked shakily.

She nodded, seriously. “I should have done a better job of keeping in touch with you after we’d finished the movie. I owed you that much. I’m sorry.”

You furrowed your brow, confused.  “That’s fine. You’ve been so busy. I didn’t really expect you to remember me. I mean, you won an Oscar. I know how much work that takes.”

“Mmm,” she said, “and you sent me flowers.”

You shrugged. You just kept shrugging. “Well, you were always kind to me, and I was so happy for you. It seemed like the least I should do.”

 “You were always so sweet. I’m so happy to see that hasn’t changed.”

At the sincerity on her face, you looked down at your menu. You didn’t know what to say to that. 

“How’s your mom?” she asked, her tone strangely cautious. “Is she still your manager?”

“Oh, no. Wilford helped me get a new one when I turned 18. He thought I needed someone more experienced.”

She let out a breath, almost like she was relieved. “I have to admit, I’m happy to hear that.” You gave her a confused look and she continued softly, “She was always so hard on you. It was part of why I always invited you to my trailer. It seemed like you could really use a break from her.” She gave you another impossibly warm smile. “Plus, you were such great company. I loved making that movie with you.”

You couldn’t hide your relief when the server chose that moment to take your orders. You didn’t know what to do with the fondness in Marnie’s eyes. 

Once you were both done ordering, you decided you were ready to talk business. “So, what’s the project?” you asked.

She looked confused. “Project?”

“Uh, yeah. Whatever you wanted to pitch me? The reason you asked me here.”

“Oh, honey, no, I’m sorry. There’s no project. I just wanted to see you.”

That didn’t make sense. That she didn’t want to work with you again made sense. No one did, so of course she didn’t either. But then why else were you here? “I don’t understand,” you said quietly.

She let out a sad little sigh. “I’ve seen some of what’s been going on with you, online, and it just seems like you need a friend. I want to be that for you. I think about you more than you know.”

“Oh,” was all you managed to say.

She grabbed your hand over the table. “There’s so much going on for you right now. I can’t imagine how hard it must be, and then to have to deal with it in public too.”

You didn’t say anything, just looked at your joined hands on the table. Then, finally, still looking down, “Uh, yeah. I’m having a pretty hard time.”

She squeezed your hand. “I’m so sorry. I’m here to listen if you ever want to talk about it.” 

You finally looked up and nodded, but didn’t say anything else. You weren’t sure you could.

She looked at you carefully. “Have you thought about taking a break at all?”

You were reminded of Curtis, sitting on your couch, looking at you so earnestly, talking about taking a year off. You shook the image out of your head. “No,” you said. “It isn’t a good time. My reputation isn’t great right now, so I need to get back out there and show people that I can do the work. I need to fix it.”

“Mmm,” she hummed, “that sounds like agent speak.”

“Well,” you shrugged, “he’s right.”

“Remember, though,” she said, slowly, “that you’re a person, too. Not just a career.”

You just looked at her, blankly. Your career had been the most important thing about you since you were nine years old. You didn’t know how to separate the two. Luckily, that was when the server returned with your food, and Marnie graciously took it as a sign to take over the conversation for the rest of your meal. She talked about the movie she’d just finished, how her kids were doing, and the large garden she was planting at home. It was nice. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d had a meal out with a friend like this.

Still, you left the restaurant feeling raw and restless. You weren’t sure what to do with that conversation, the hard parts of it. The way she looked at you like she actually saw you. There was an itch in you now that just made you want to run.

Instead, as soon as you got home, you poured yourself a glass of sangria from the pitcher your housekeeper kept in your fridge and took the latest script Wilford had sent you onto your deck. You could feel Curtis watching you as you moved through the glass doors. That was his job, you told yourself. It was just his job.

The script fucking sucked. It was awful. The opposite of what you wanted to do. But you knew what Wilford would say. Beggars can’t be choosers. This was your fault. You were the one who’d destroyed your reputation. You had to be the one to fix it. And if making shit like this would fix it, then that’s what you had to do. Too many people relied on you for you not to do whatever you could, take whatever paychecks you could get. You hated it. You hated it so much. But you would do it.

You picked up your phone. You hadn’t realized how much time had passed. It was well into the evening now. There was a text from Michelle an hour ago, letting you know she’d left. And a few minutes ago, one from Nikki, a girl you partied with sometimes, that just said ‘Fuck them both!’

What the hell did that mean? Panic began to crawl up your throat and your hands started to shake as you typed your name into Google and clicked on News. Your stomach dropped.  Johnny Storm, that snowboarder you’d barely dated over a year ago, apparently had a podcast now. And the latest episode, posted that day, featured Colin Shea as its guest. Shit. Fuck. You couldn’t even look at what they’d said. There was no point. It was all just the same old bullshit.

You felt tears start to prick at your eyes. Why couldn’t everyone just leave you the fuck alone? You weren’t even that interesting. How could they possibly have anything to talk about?

Fuck that, you thought, as you stormed back into your house. You distantly registered Curtis calling after you, but you didn’t pay any attention. You were too focused. You headed straight up to your bedroom. They wanted something to talk about? You’d fucking give it to them! You charged into your closet and grabbed the sluttiest, shiniest dress you had. Fuck yeah. You could do this. You would be exactly who they wanted you to be. If they wanted a show so fucking badly, you’d give them one.

You ran back downstairs, looking for a particular pair of earrings that a costar had given you as a wrap gift a couple of years ago – huge dangly ones that said Fuck on one ear and You on the other. There was nothing subtle about what you were going for tonight. 

You’d have to think of someone to call, too. Someone suitable for the kind of scene you wanted to make, the kind of big mistake you wanted to fall into. You were so fucking tired of holding it all together. You were done. Your mind immediately landed on Lucas Lee, your costar in that dumb action movie last year. He was awful but so hot. Nothing but trouble and always up for whatever. Perfect.

As you entered your living room, your eyes landed on one of your jewelry boxes on the coffee table. There they were! As you picked up the box, you realized Curtis was sitting by himself on the couch. You saw him take in your short, sparkly dress and grimace. You weren’t in the mood to analyze it. “I’m going out,” you announced. “Have Jensen get the car ready.” 

You were already moving through, headed back upstairs when you heard Curtis rasp, “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

You turned on a dime. “Excuse me?”

“I think,” he said slowly, so calmly you wanted to break something, “that going out right now, in the sort of mood you’re clearly in, would be a very bad idea.”

What the actual fuck? “Since when,” you asked, your voice quiet with seething anger, “is it your job to tell me what to do?”

He shook his head and you didn’t know how to react to how sad he looked. “I’m not telling you to do anything. I’m asking you to stay home tonight. For your own safety, which very much is my job.”

You just stared at him, dumbfounded. You didn’t understand him. He told you you weren’t friends. He was the one who said he was just your bodyguard. So what the hell was he doing now? 

In the moment you stood frozen, just staring at him, he took a cautious step forward. “Did something happen?” he asked barely above a whisper.

You shook your head furiously. You felt like you could barely form words. You were so angry and lost, and scared, and sad, and confused. You were feeling more than you thought your body could contain. And you knew, you knew, the only way to get these feelings out would be to go out and get as wild as you could. And here Curtis was, not letting you. You were afraid you were going to explode. “That’s fine,” you finally got out, ignoring his question. “You don’t have to come with me. Jake neither. I’ll get a fucking Uber.” You took a step towards the opening of the room. “Go home Jake!” you shouted through the house. “I won’t need you tonight!”

Curtis sighed your name. “I’m not going to let you go out by yourself,” he said firmly.

You threw your hands in the air. “Then make up your goddamn mind!” 

Jake appeared in the doorway, looking confused and Curtis turned to him. You took the opportunity to get back to the safety of your room, leaving your security detail to figure their shit out. Once back in your room, you dug through the jewelry box until you found the earrings you were looking for. You heard your back door open and close. Good. Jake, at least, was gone. You knew Curtis would be harder, but you were fucking determined. 

Just as you were opening Uber on your phone, Curtis appeared in your doorway. “What,” you growled.

“Would you just listen to me for a minute?!” He said, not quite a yell, but not not that either, as he barged into your room. All of his practiced calm from downstairs was completely gone. “Something bad is going to happen if you go out tonight! It is, I know it is. And I know you can feel it too!”

“Why do you care?!” You shouted at him. “No one else does! Why do you care so much?!”

“You know why!” he shouted back, and took another step toward you, but then suddenly stopped. Much, much quieter, much softer, and with eyes so pleading, he said “You must know.”

You didn’t. You really don’t think you knew until that moment, when the realization slammed into you. Every look, every sigh, all of the moments of him that hadn’t made sense. You took a step back. “What?” you breathed, barely realizing that you were shaking.

He took a step forward to follow you, then stopped. He opened his mouth to say something, but you shook your head at him. “No,” you said. “You can’t.”

“I can’t?!” he asked, incredulous and upset again.

“No!” you shouted, but it was so much weaker now. “I just– Why would– I’m such a fucking mess!” You were starting to cry, the adrenaline of the last half-hour finally leaking out of you, replaced by that same bone-deep exhaustion that you’d had for too long. “I barely have a high school education. I don’t know how to do anything for myself. No one wants to work with me. I am barely keeping it together and everyone knows it. I’m a trainwreck! Why would you–” You couldn’t bring yourself to say the words that you knew he meant. “Why would you have feelings for someone like that?”

 The sadness was back in his face. You looked away, unable to bear it. In your periphery, you saw him take a cautious step forward, then pause. When you made no move to run, he eliminated the distance between you, standing directly in front of you. He slowly, gently, carefully brought one hand up to touch your face, caressing your cheek with his thumb. “I know,” he said, voice barely above a whisper. “I know all that and I still love you. Because I also know that somehow, despite everything, you are one of the most genuine people I’ve ever met. You are so kind. And thoughtful. You let everyone see your soft spots, even when all they do is hurt you. You have every reason to be awful or bitter or mean or any of a thousand things. But you aren’t. It’s all of it, it’s all of those things and the ones you said too. All of it together, that’s why I love you. I love you because you’re you.”

You wanted to sob. No one had ever said anything remotely like that to you before. Not anyone in your family, or a single one of your exes. No one had ever cared enough to say any of that. Except for Curtis. He’d always cared, hadn’t he? Since that first day he’d showed up, when you’d been so scared about the possibility of a stalker, he’d taken such care with you. He was the most caring, thoughtful, beautiful person you knew. You took a deep breath and looked into his eyes.  You could see his worry, but also the deep conviction with which he’d just said all that to you. You couldn’t help yourself anymore. You surged forward and you kissed him. 

He made a noise of surprise—you didn’t know how he could possibly be surprised after all that—but after just a moment he was kissing you back, bringing both hands up to cradle your head. You were getting your tears all over him, but he didn’t seem to care. He was soft and gentle and passionate. You needed more. You needed all of him.

You took a step back, breaking the kiss. You did what you could to brush the tears off your face. You grabbed the bottom of your dress and pulled it over your head, then tossed it on the floor. You stood in front of him in the lingerie you’d picked out to fuck Lucas Lee of all people and couldn’t understand how you’d ever been able to think about anyone but Curtis. But you did know how when you stopped to think about it. You’d never been able to fathom that you might deserve this man. That he might actually want you.

He stared at you. “Fuck,” he whispered. “You’re–” you braced yourself for what might come next. So hot or fucking sexy. You’d even gotten beautiful once or twice. He only took a second before he finished his sentence “–incredible,” with such awe on his face that you actually felt your knees go weak. You had to look away. He was too much.

He took your face in his hands again and placed a soft, short kiss on your lips. “But would it be ok if we slowed down?” he asked.

You couldn’t keep the disappointment out of your voice. “Why?” 

“This is real for me,” he said. “And if we do this, I want it to be real for you too. I want you to be sure. And for now,” he stroked one thumb over your cheekbone, “right now I just want to hold you. Is that alright? If I just hold you tonight?”  

You didn’t know how to respond to that. Sex had always been the best, most important part of any of your relationships. It’d been the biggest thing that any of your previous partners had wanted from you. You weren’t sure you knew how to do it any other way. But he was holding you so gently, looking at you so softly, all you could do was nod. 

He kissed you once more. Then stepped back and started to take off his clothes. You made your way to your bed and got in, watching him as he shed his clothes. He really was the most beautiful man you’d ever seen. Nothing on any movie set you’d ever been on, any party you’d ever been to could compare to him. 

Once he was down to just his boxers, he crawled in next to you and pulled you close. Your lips touched his shoulder as you asked, barely audible, “You really love me?”

He kissed your forehead. “Yes,” he whispered. “I really love you.”

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Drabble: Smooth Hips Turner

Today is @nomadicpixel birthday and a few days ago I asked if there was something she'd like me to write her for birthday. Her answer was something hockey romance, with either Cole Turner, Andy Barber or Colin Shea. I had an idea immediately... but that one didn't work out... and I'd given up all hopes of actually being able to write something when this little scene popped into my head this afternoon. Enjoy!

Title: Smooth Hips Turner

Pairing: Cole Turner x female reader

Rating: G

Warnings: n/a

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"Is that who I think it is?"

You barely heard your friend's question, but turned in the direction she was looking and found yourself locking eyes with the "who" in question.

Cole Turner.

You knew him as your younger brother's childhood best friend.

Everyone else in the bar knew him as Cole "Smooth Hips" Turner, the new free agent goalie for the local professional hockey team.

"Oh my god, he's coming this way!" your friend exclaimed.

As he made his way towards you, stopped nearly every foot by an excited patron, you tried to recall the last time you'd seen him. The only for sure meeting you could remember was his and your brother's high school graduation nearly twenty years ago. He'd been 18 at the time and you'd been 20.

The years had been good to him, you saw. 4 years in college hockey and 16 at the professional level had done him good. Gone was the lanky teenager who had helped your brother annoy you. In his place, was a rock solid man, with a full beard, perfectly tufted hair and a charming smile.

"Well I'll be damned," his voice declared as he finally reached the table. "I heard you lived here, but I didn't think I'd run into you on my first night in town."

"And here I was trying to avoid you," you teased as you stood up to give him a hug.

It wasn't until you turned to introduce Cole to your friend that you saw that she was gaping at the pair of you in shock.

"Hi, I'm Cole," he said, holding out his hand to her.

She just blinked at him.

"Sorry," you said, slightly embarrassed by her behavior. Sitting down, you snapped your fingers in front of her face and she blinked.

"Oh my god," she whispered. "You know Smooth Hips?"

Cole flushed at the nickname, but sat down at the table and said, "I grew up next door to her. Her brother is my best friend." Then he added, conspiratorially, "I had the biggest crush on her as a teenager."

"Wait what?" you said. "You didn't."

"I swear I did," he said, leaning back in his seat. "It's the only secret I've ever kept from your brother."

"Did you have a crush on him?" your friend asked. "Is that why you keep the magazine where he's basically naked in your bedside table?"

Cole let out a shocked laugh while you wanted to climb under the table and hide.

Instead, you glared at your friend and she just shrugged as if to say "paybacks a bitch" for not telling her about Cole in the first place.

"I like you," Cole said, pointing at your friend. Then he turned back to you. "I've been here a few times to play, obviously, but I've never really gotten to explore. Wanna show an old friend around and catch up?"

"She'd love to," your friend answered for you. Then she nudged you with her elbow. "Give him your phone number."

After giving Cole your number, he said goodbye and went to join his friends at another table.

"You're welcome," your friend said.

You raised an eyebrow.

"I just got you a date with the hottest guy in hockey," she stated then grinned. "And if you're lucky, maybe he'll show you in person how he does those stretches he posts about on his socials that you like watching so much."

You shoved your friend's shoulder while she cackled.

[afriendlyblackhottie]

Boyfriend

Summary: Colin is your neighbor and best friend. Hell he might as well be your boyfriend except he isn’t.

Pairings: Colin Shea x Plus Size!Black!Reader

Warnings: 18+, smut, daddy kink, doggy style, missionary, cunnilingus, possibly triggering comments about weight, negging

(A/N: negging is when someone insults you with intentions to sleep with you. I can’t believe I finally finished a Colin story. I’d like to thank @queenoftheworldisdead and @whiskey-cokenfanfic for the ideas because apparently all I needed to do was put them together. Like most of my work this isn’t proofread I’m the slightest, but not only is it not proofread in the slightest, I also have e acrylics so I probably made even more mistakes than usually. Sorry for that. Btw this is pure writers insert. Not gonna deny it 🤷🏾‍♀️ Follow, like, reblog 💜 ✌🏾)

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“And, what is this!”

Colin asked with a wide ass smile as he came out of your bedroom. He’d just kinda dropped in to hang out after one of his hookup’s boyfriends apparently decided to interrupt. Since you were used to him doing that by now you didn’t say anything.

When you’d moved in next door you’d immediately found out that he had a lot of guests. You’d ended up needing to tell him to keep it down a lot. He’d poke his head out of the door while he was naked before giving you that charming ass smirk and telling you sorry. Somehow in between that time you’d built up a soft spot for him and he started using your apartment to hide from those same guests after they’d over stayed their welcomes. Yeah it was awful, but it kind of worked out.

Not like whatever this was, was a one sided deal. In exchange for using your apartment he did things that you hated doing. Like when you had something wrong with your car he took a look under the hood. Had a flat tire? Here comes Colin to the rescue. Bad date? He’d find a way to get you out of it. You liked the deal the two of you had. Besides you actually enjoyed his company and he seemed to enjoy yours too because the two of you had started hanging out a lot even.

The biggest problem you had with him is that he had the habit of being nosy as hell. Going through your things. Looking over your shoulder as you tried to draw. If it had been anyone else you probably would have clobbered them by now. You didn’t want to admit it, but you kind of had a crush.

Which is why him finding your vibrator was super mortifying. You’d asked him to grab your phone so it was kind of your fault anyway. Since you’d set them to charge near each other. You just didn’t think about it when you’d asked because you had started making him a sandwich. Yeah you know how that sounded, but homeboy seemed to always be hungry and you actually liked the way the two of you were.

“Put that back!” You protested forgetting about the sandwich as he giggled. Your downstairs neighbors were probably pissed off because you’d started chasing him around only for him to jump over your couch with no issue. Fucking himbo. “Colin!”

“What’s the magic word?” He teased, waving it in the air.

You narrowed your eyes. “How about I’ll kill you!” Then as you were trying to catch him again, you tripped over his guitar case because this douche couldn’t not leave his shit everywhere. Ugh he’s so lucky that he’s pretty.

“Shit!” He said before hurrying to your side. You whimpered as he scooped you in his arms so that he could sit with you on the couch.

“You’re such an asshole.” You sniffled.

“I know. I know. I was only teasing, Sweetie,” he cooed as he started nuzzling your face with his nose. “I’m sorry.”

Then he started placing kiss after kiss on your forehead. You could see the device in his hand still so you reached over to snatch it away.

“You little shit,” he gasped.

“It’s mine.” You laughed as you tucked it into your shirt, before standing up to try and get away from him.

“Give it back!” He protested as you tried to get up to get away from him. Before you could get very far, he grabbed you pushing you onto the couch.

“Stop!” You giggled as he started tickling you as he tried to grab it.

He’d pushed your legs up so that he could get between them. You screamed as he continued his assault while also wiggling about trying to keep your toy out of his hands.

“Why do you want it so bad?” You asked as you laid back, trying to catch your breath. “That’s gross it’s been on my vagina.”

Colin laughed. “Maybe that’s why I want it.”

“Ewwwww! Colin!”

He finally stopped as the two of you ended up staring in each other eyes for a little too long. “Gimme it back,” he said.

“No.” You giggled. “It’s mine.”

He glared down at you before finally grabbing it from under your shirt, exposing your breasts to him. Of course.

“Hey!” You protested pushing your shirt down and then reaching for it again. Instead of handing it to you his gaze seemed to focus even more before wrapping his bicep around your inner thigh.

You were totally spread out for him at his mercy. Only wearing a pair of shorts and he’d already seen your boobs. When you tried to reach for it again he used one of his hands to pin you down. “Not so funny now, huh?” He smirked.

Suddenly it felt like the air had changed. He was on top of you snuggly between your thighs. Looking down at you. Ugh why did he have to be so-

You couldn’t even finish the thought as he placed his lips on yours. His mouth working yours ever so gently. Like he was afraid you’d deny him.

When you deepened it, it was almost like you couldn’t help yourself. You’d spent the last year harboring this crush. Seeing him bring girl after girl to his apartment and fuck now that you were thinking about it, you didn’t want to become one of them.

“We should stop,” you said breaking apart from him.

He nodded and raised off of you. “Sorry... I...”

“It’s okay...” you replied as you also sat up.

“I, um, I should go,” he said, as he stood. It was like neither of you could believe what had just happened.

You nodded and swallowed as he got up to grab his guitar and left. As you went to close the door behind him, he lingered for a bit like he was about to say something before shaking his head.

“I’ll see you.”

“Yeah,” you replied. When he was gone you put your back against the door and sighed because what the fuck were you supposed to do now.

You’d promised yourself that despite liking him you would never pursue it. It wasn’t even about his “guests.” Sure he’d been a good friend to you, but would that translate into more.

It may have been childish, but in the days that followed you did best to avoid him. You weren’t even sure if he was home. There’d been a noticeable silence with no women moaning and screaming his name at all hours of the night.

You didn’t walk into your living room to him asleep on the couch as he waited for his latest booty call to leave. Thinking about him not being around was making your stomach hurt. Fuck you hadn’t meant to screw up so badly.

Your friends having noticed your slump had set up for you to go on a date with this guy. Except you didn’t want to go out with some random guy. You wanted Colin. Fuck him. This is bullshit.

Of course you saw him as you were leaving. All that avoiding and you’d run into him at the worst possible moment. “Hey...” he said with a soft smile. “You look nice.”

Ugh. He was making your heart flutter. “Thanks.”

“Going out with your girls?” He asked.

“No. It’s this stupid blind date.” You rolled your eyes.

Colin’s face fell. “Oh... well. Call me if you need anything.” He smiled weakly. “Oh yeah did you still need me to take your car to the shop?”

“No I did already. Gotta pick it up Monday.” You smiled weakly.

“Okay...” he trailed off with a frown on his face. Like he wanted to say something more, but didn’t know what to say. “I’ll see you later?”

“Yeah. See ya.” You shot him this tiny smile. You started to go down the stairs, kind of hating how how sad you felt to walk away from him.

“Wait!” He suddenly said.

“Yeah?” You turned back to him a little quickly.

Colin stood there. Like he was trying to get his thoughts together before answering. “I... um... nothing. It’s not important. Call me if... you need me. Okay?”

You nodded and that was it. You waited for him to stop you again, but obviously he wasn’t going to as you walked out of the building.

Your entire date all you could think about was him. Sure it was a little rude, but you’d let him consume you. Your date was bleh anyway. You hate when your friends set you up.

As he rambled on about himself, you stabbed at your food with your fork. Not only was this how it’s been this entire time, but the food wasn’t even good. How long was he gonna keep going on and on about his fantasy football team. Sure Colin would go on and on about it, but it was so weird to have someone else do it. Also Colin didn’t interrupt you every time you opened your mouth unless it was to make you laugh.

Finally it was over and you wanted to go home and maybe get postmates or something. Before you could get in the car he’d stood in front of you so you were leaning against it. Damn this was awkward.

“It’s crazy. When Simone showed me your picture, I was a little apprehensive, but you actually are really pretty for a chubby girl,” he said.

And there it is.

Isn’t it funny how this shit goes. You don’t know if people thought that kind of thing was a compliment, but it really really really really wasn’t and now all you wanted to do was punch him.

He even tried to fucking kiss you after. “Why are you doing that duck thing?” He asked. “Put your lips like this.”

You turned your head. Fuck you should have never let them talk you into a date when your car was in the shop. How is it that they hate Colin, but this guy was fine? “Actually can you take me home? I think I left the stove on.” You crinkled your nose.

“You don’t have to lie to get me to go home with you,” he said.

Oh hell no. “Actually,” you started, crinkling your nose because ew, “I don’t have sex on the first date.”

“Oh,” he replied making a face. “Then what do you do on the first date.”

Yeah. Don’t get into a car alone with this man. You will be cussing your friend out for this. After you had food. “Uh, actually I think I’m gonna get an Uber.”

Thank fucking god he’d finally left you alone. You thought about calling Colin to come pick you up because sure he’d helped you out on a bunch of these things there was something about it that felt humiliating. Pretty for a chubby girl? Really dude. Fucking jerk. As if that’s even a real compliment.

And your friends would rather you be with that. Over a guy that actually cared. Not that you were even sure that Colin liked you. One kiss doesn’t mean anything with. He kissed a lot of girls. What made you any more special.

It wasn’t even about the other girls. If it had been you would have stopped being like that with him a long time ago. You didn’t care. You just missed the way the two of you were.

When you’d finally made it to your door you were already crying. Fat tears falling down your cheeks but since you didn’t wanna sound like you were on some Haunting of Hill House shit as you walked up the stairs you tried to keep yourself quiet, with your fist to your mouth.

You almost made it to your door, too. When some girl walked out of Colin’s apartment looking pissed. Then him noticing you before he could close it.

“Y/N? Fuck. It’s not what it looks like.”

You rolled your eyes. “I don’t care,” you said through the tears.

“Shit what happened?” He asked.

You didn’t say anything as you took out your key. Just wanting to get inside so you could be sad in peace. You’d rather him not pile onto the shittiness.

“Hey,” he said, putting his hand on your shoulder. “Talk to me. Did he do something?”

You closed your eyes tightly because you knew if you looked into his you’d spill everything. You couldn’t not talk to him. He made it impossible. It was so annoying.

Colin breathed. “Look, I know I kissed you and I know that you’ve been avoiding me since. I’ve just been trying to give you space. I didn’t want to freak you out, but I miss you. That’s why I kicked that girl out. She wasn’t worth it when I’m trying to be... that doesn’t matter. I at least wanna be like old times.”

You sniffled, finally opening your eyes. Ugh there it goes. “It was so bad, Colin.” Ah fuck him you couldn’t hold it in anymore.

He sighed before pulling you into his arms. “Here let’s go inside. Okay? I’ll making you some tea.” He swiped his lips across your forehead.

You nodded but didn’t let go of him. He was just too warm. And his muscles were all tight around you and it felt good. Besides his chest was really good to cry into.

“It’s okay, Honey. I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.”

You nodded. “You promise?”

“Yeah,” he replied before pulling your chin up with his fingers and kissing your nose. “Always.”

He made your tea while you showered and did your routine. You’d also spent a lot of time brushing your teeth because you’d felt gross after he kissed you. By the time you got back he was waiting for you already on the couch. Looking so inviting in your hoodie.

“Hey, that’s mine,” you said with a pout.

He narrowed his eyes. “This is my hoodie. You stole it from me.”

“You shouldn’t have left it here then.” You whined.

Colin chuckled before holding his arms out. “Get over here.”

You decided to get over it for now as you went to sit beside him, curling into his side. You reached forward to grab the cup of tea he had waiting for you. “Thank you, Colin,” you said.

“Always,” he replied. “Now tell me what happened.”

You rolled your eyes again because you didn’t even want to talk about it anymore, but with him there was no letting to. You sighed. “Do we have to?” You asked.

“Not taking no for an answer.”

You took a deep sigh before taking a sip of your tea. “Okay, so, he spent all night talking to me about his fantasy football team.”

He cringed. “Only I’m allowed to do that.”

“Exactly! And then he told me that I’m pretty for a chubby girl,” you said rolling your eyes.

“What?” He frowned.

“Yeah. I think he was trying to neg me.”

Colin sighed. “That doesn’t make it okay. I wish you would have called me.”

“Yeah. Maybe. Didn’t wanna bother you.”

“Hey. Stop it,” he said. “You can always calls me. I don’t care how far I am. I’ll hop on a plane if I have to.”

“Stop,” your voice shook as you spoke. “You don’t have to do the whole knight in shining armor thing.”

“I prefer Prince Charming.” He shrugged.

You rolled your eyes, as you sniffled. “Whatever.”

Colin chuckled before placing more kisses on your head. “Don’t you ‘whatever’ me. You should have called me. He didn’t do anything else did he?”

“He kissed me and it caught my off guard and he asked why I was doing a duck thing with my mouth!”

He frowned. “What the hell. And you let him take you home?”

“No. I got to freaked so I called can Uber.”

He nodded. “Okay.” He sighed. “Next time you have to call me.”

“I don’t even want there to be a next time. I’m so over dating.” You pouted, crossing your arms.

“Well, then, how about you don’t. Instead it’ll just be us?”

“Yeah as if you can go even three days without sex. You’re an addict.”

Colin’s jaw dropped. “I’ll have you know I haven’t had sex since before you started avoiding me.”

“What about that girl?”

“I told you it didn’t feel right,” he answered. “I was only with her because I got mad and that wasn’t fair.”

“Mad about what?”

“That you were going on a date with some other guy,” he confessed with a sigh. “I don’t want you to go on dates with other guys. I only want you to go on dates with me.”

So there it was. You’d thought about this moment so many times before. About what it would feel like for Colin to like you back. Honestly it felt pretty good.

You looked up at him and you don’t think you’ve ever seen him so nervous. “You sure you want that?”

“I’ve been doing boyfriend things for you for a year and I miss it.” True. “Might as well make it official.”

“Colin, I... look if you’re serious about this then you need to promise that you’re committed because I know you and I know how you get.”

He took a deep breath. “I know, but I know that I want you. I’ve never been like this with anyone. I love you, Y/N.”

“You’re so annoying,” you said, turning so he couldn’t see that he’d made you tear up as you wiped away each one that slid down your cheek.

All he did was kiss the top of your head. “Say it back.”

You shook your head. “Go away.”

He laughed before pushing you onto your back so he could crawl on top of you. “Don’t fuck with me. Say it back.”

“Colin!” You giggled.

His nose touches yours as he glared down at you. Lips getting ever so close to yours. “Say it back.”

“Fine,” you replied dramatically, even if you couldn’t help the smile that was on your face. “I love you, too.”

“Yeah?” He whispered, pecking your lips ever so soft.

“Mhm,” you hummed putting your hands in his hair. When the kiss deepened you let yourself feel him. Didn’t even think about pulling away this time. Pushed whatever thoughts to the back of your mind. None of it mattered anymore.

You fisted his shirt in your hand as his tongue started going against hers. There was something so yummy about him kissing you. You can’t believe that Colin was really your boyfriend.

He did that thing again where he wrapped his bicep around your upper thigh so he could get situated between your legs. This time you didn’t even think to pull away from him. “Colin,” you moaned into his mouth.

“That’s it, Baby,” he whispered pulling away so he could take off his hoodie.

You couldn’t help yourself as you grabbed it. “Mine.”

“Are you- no!” He tried to grab it out of your hands. He’s so lucky he’s so muscly because he balled it up and threw it across the room. “I want my hoodie back.”

“But, I wear it when I masturbate.” You pouted.

“Really?” He asked with this dopey smile spreading across his face.

You snorted. “No. I do think about you when I do it though.”

“Yeah? It’s okay I’ve accidentally said your name during sex.”

Your jaw dropped before smacking his arm. “Colin!”

He laughed. “That’s why that girl left so quick earlier. She kissed me, but I was thinking about you.”

“You’re such a jerk.”

“Yeah, but it’s cuz I’m crazy about you.” He leaned down to kiss your neck.

You let out a moan at the feeling. “Unless you plan on taking care of me I suggest you stop doing that.”

“Oh, I plan on spending all night taking care of you,” he whispered.

“Can you get me food first. I’m starving.”

Colin chuckled. “How about we order in and until it gets here I make you cum with my mouth like I’ve been wanting to.”

You smiled lazily. “I like that idea.”

Obviously he kept his word. He had you pick whatever you wanted before laying you back to tug your shorts off. Being exposed to him like this was making you feel a little shy, but you didn’t have the chance to think about it once his long was licking your clit.

Your hands went to his hair as he bent you up so your legs were over his shoulders as he put his hands on the back of your thighs. “Got the prettiest pussy,” he said before going back to feasting on you.

“Colin,” you whimpered. “Fuck.”

He was making your stomach quiver. Putting his hands under your ass getting a grip so he could really taste you. Until you started trying to move your hips against his face. Damn he looked so pretty like this. Fuck he was gonna make you cum.

Seriously looking into his eyes as he was between your brown thighs was so sinful. He was eating you out like you were the best meal ever. Making you cry and moan for him. It was literally everything you’d been wanting from him.

“I’m cumming!” You squeaked, throwing your head back. “Fuck me, Colin. Please,” you whined as he kept going.

“Here go get on the bed. I’d prefer our first time not being on the couch.” He raised back up so he could kiss you softly.

You nodded as he got off of you so you could stand on your shaky legs. He chuckled, pulling you into a hug. You wrapped you arms around his waist, needing to feel close to him.

“I love you,” he whispered.

“I love you, too.”

He grabbed your hand as he led you to your room. Stopping every so often during the short walk to kiss you. You don’t blame him for not being able to help himself. Now that the two of you were honest about your feelings you weren’t sure you’d be able to get away from his embrace anytime soon.

You kneeled on the bed in front of him and he pulled you into his arms to kiss you again. You started to undo his pants, getting on your stomach as his cock finally popped out. Your jaw dropped as you looked at it and then up at him. Sure you always expected for there to be a reason he was getting girls back to back. Yeah he has a pretty face, but there was definitely a bigger reason and now that you were faced with it, it was like every thought left your brain.

Wrapping your hand around it, you brought the head to your tongue. Moaning around him at the taste. “Fuck, you gotta big dick.”

“Were you not expecting it?” He asked.

“I mean I was, but fuck. I don’t even know if you’re gonna fit.”

“Oh I’ll make it fit,” he said, hissing as you placed open mouthed kisses in it. “Fuck, Baby. Stop. I wanna be inside you.”

“Then get inside me.” You pouted up at him. “But I wanna suck it later.” You got back on your knees and he smacked your butt.

He chuckled before taking his shirt off. When his pants were finally thrown wherever, he moved to remove your own top. You’d been so preoccupied looking at him you didn’t even realize you even still had it on. “Always wanted to see these perfect tits,” he groaned before diving in.

When he finally laid you down, his didn’t stop licking and sucking them. He was going so hard you were pretty sure he was trying to leave a mark on purpose. You were so just sensitive that you couldn’t stop yourself from moaning even louder.

“Colin,” you whimpered.

Finally he got on top of you. Lining himself up with your core. “No turning back now, Baby,” he said as he started to push into you.

You cried out as his thickness stretched you out. He pressed his lips to yours again as he got a little deeper, but then pulled away to hiss, “Fuck, you’re fucking tight.”

You threw your head back. “Harder.” Despite the slight burn you felt from how thick he was all you wanted was more. He felt so goddamn good.

“I don’t wanna hurt you,” he replied finally tearing himself away from your breasts.

“I don’t care fuck me harder,” you whimpered. “Please? I need it.” You moved your hips. “Colin, I need it.”

“Yeah?” He asked before planting his palms on either side of your head as he started to rock in and out of you. “Fuck. You’re so wet.” He groaned. “Fuck I shouldn’t have waited this long to do this.”

You wrapped your legs around his waist and moaned as he started picking up pace. Making you feel so nice and full of him. It was honestly everything you’d hoped. Maybe even better.

He reached between the two of you to rub your clit. Not only was he stuffing your pussy, but the added stimulation was only bringing you closer to your peak. “I’m cumming!” You cried.

As you came your muscles contracted, you pushed him out and he took the chance to turn you over. Without any warning he pushed back in. Since you were still in the midst of an orgasm you were so sensitive. His pelvis smacking into your ass with each thrust.

“Fuck me, Daddy,” you cried, moving back against him. Soaking pussy still tightening around him.

“What’d you call me, Babe?” He asked, placing a kiss on the back of your shoulder.

“You’re my daddy,” you sobbed into your blankets.

Colin groaned. “Fuck yeah I’m your daddy, Baby. Don’t you ever fucking forget that.” He reached down so he could wrap a hand around your neck. “I’ve never fucked a girl without a condom before. So glad you’re the first. Pussy’s so damn good.”

“Please don’t stop,” you begged. Feeling the next orgasm right there. “I need your dick.”

“I’m not gonna stop until you cum again,” he replied. “I know you wanna cum again.”

You nodded as you let out gasps of air with each movement. “I am. It’s right there. Fucking harder.”

He smacked your ass and you threw your head back. “Fucking cum for me.”

You nodded, feeling like you were tearing up again. God you wanted it so damn bad. “Colin, Colin, Colin,” you chanted as your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

He didn’t let up. Shoving himself inside of you as he felt his own peak creeping up to him. He just wanted to make sure you were taken care of before he could finally let go because once you did he couldn’t stop himself. Filling you up with his hot cum. Not stopping as he fucked it into you.

While you slumped over, he laid beside you before pulling you into his arms. “Goddamn,” he breathed. “We waited way to long to do that.” You nodded, chest heaving up and down as you laid your head on his shoulder.

As the two of you were getting all relaxed and basking in that post-sex glow a knock on your door made for jump.

“Shit, I forgot we ordered food.” He laughed before kissing your temple.

[imyourbratzdoll]

How about reader and Colin watching world cup or some sport games

And when one player who reader support lifts his shirt and reader was like 🫠🫠🫠🤤🤤🤤

I really adore a lit jealous Colin and maybe smut in the end 🤤🤤🤤

As for bear Ari, how do they through the winter together?

hey honey, I'm sorry for the poorly written smut, but I hope you enjoy it! also, I think bear Ari would get through the winter well with his little fairy.

summary - colin gets jealous by how you stare at some other guy.

warning - smut, jealousy.

18+ only please, the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips

Colin didn’t like this. He didn’t like this at all. He thought you might sit to watch some random sports channel with him, get bored, and beg him for cuddles. But no, here you are, mouth agape as you stare at the shirtless athlete. His eyes squint as he swears there’s drool dripping from the side of your mouth. Colin huffs, “What do you even see in that guy? His abs aren’t even that impressive.” 

You blink, a pout growing on your lips as you turn your head to look at him. “What do you mean?” You turn your attention back to the tv and gawk at the handsome man, licking your lips as your eyes drag down his chiselled sweaty body. ��He’s like… A god… So, perfect… So beautiful, I mean… Have you ever seen someone with a body like that?” You miss the growl that escapes him, a darkened look in his eyes, not noticing him moving slowly closer to you. 

Colin couldn’t take it anymore. He could feel his heart squeezing inside his chest at the thought of you finding another man more attractive than him. The green monster enters his body, making him only see green as you continue to ogle another man. You gasp as Colin grips the back of your neck and turns your head to face him. Your widened eyes meet his lust-filled ones, and a soft whimper escapes you as he crashes his lips into yours. He pushes you down onto the couch, climbing on top of you and pressing his lips harder into you, slipping his tongue inside your mouth. “You’re mine.”

You whimper as he grinds his bulge into your sopping cunt. His lips move against yours as if they're dancing, his tongue dominating yours before he disconnects, pulling away to watch the string of saliva break, and he buries his face into your neck, licking, sucking and biting on it. Colin feels his cock throb from the little whimpers that slip from your lips, and your nails dig into his back as he presses himself harder against you, grunting at the feeling of your damp knickers. “C–Colin… F–feels good, please….” You whine, hand moving up his back and to his hair, running your hands through the silky strands as your back arches. 

His lips crash into yours again, hips moving faster against you, and one hand grips your hips while the other cups your cheek. His end approaches quickly, grunts and groans filling the room as rubbing against you feels too good. Your little legs wrap around him, hips moving to chase his movements, your eyes slip close as you fall deeper into his kiss and the bliss of pleasure coming from your core. “You going to cum, baby? Gonna cum in your little knickers, hmm? Gonna cum just from me rubbing against you, such a naughty slut.” You moan, and your eyes roll back as you feel your juices gush out of you, turning red with embarrassment. Colin grunts, looking down to see the wet patch on the front of his undies, feeling his cock twitch. “Jesus, baby. Gonna make me cum like a goddamn teenager.” His pace picks up more, grinding harder into you until he feels thick spurts of cum shoot out of his tip and fill his boxers. 

You whine, shivering with pleasure as you watch him cum, biting your lip as you stare at the panting man with half-lidded eyes. Colin’s eyes open, catching yours before smirking. “Think you’ll be watching another man now?” You nod, and he looks at you, shocked.

“If it makes you react like this, I’ll continue to do it.” You giggle.

“Why, you little–” He cuts off as he tickles you, smiling down at you as you burst out into laughter, begging him to stop.

thank you for reading!

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[dreamyevans666]

𖤐The Witch Next Door𖤐

Pairing: Colin Shea x Female Reader

Warning: Piv. Unprotected sex. Masturbation. Language. Body Fluids. Blowjob. Smut. Fingering. Oral Sex. Friends with Benefits. Friends to Lovers. After Care. Fluff. Angst. (Tell if I miss something)

Date: Friday, May 21, 2025

Author's Note:

Chapter Six: Period Kit and Rainy Rhythms

𖤐Chapter Seven𖤐

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At morning, you stirred first, groaning as you blinked into the daylight filtering through your curtains. Your leg was thrown over something warm—firm, solid, and suspiciously breathing. Colin. Your eyes adjusted just enough to see the mess you've made of the bed—blanket halfway off, Nyx sprawled at feet, and a arm locked tightly around his waist like you've been using him as a body pillow. His eyes fluttered open, catching you stirring before you realized he was awake. He was already aware of your leg draped over him, your arm possessively around his waist. A slight smirk tugged at his lips as he noticed your death grip on him. He reached up to stroke your hair. You whined and his smirk widened as you nuzzled into his touch like a damn cat. He pulled his arm out from under you carefully. You mumbled a protest in your sleep, trying to drag his t-shirt back down to cover your thighs again. He chuckled softly, watching your hair fan across his pillow. "Morning,” came his rough, sleep-heavy voice, deep and scratchy in the best way.

"Did I drool?” You asked, voice still hoarse.

"Nah." He ran his thumb along your jaw, studying your face in the morning light. For someone who had literally used him as a personal mattress last night, you looked pretty damn cute. "Though you did steal all the covers and kick me in your sleep a few times."

You was about to tease him back when you shifted slightly—and his hand, which had been resting casually on my hip, tensed. Colin's eyes dipped downward. “Oh,” he muttered and you followed his gaze and saw it: a new blood patch on the front of your pale pajama pants.

“Ah, hell,” you sighed, flopping your head back on the pillow. "I’m the human embodiment of a crime scene.”

His gaze remained glued to the blood stain on your pajamas. Instant concern etched into his features. He slowly slid his hand under the hem of your pajama shirt, pressing gently against your stomach. "Baby..." His voice was low, worried. "Let me help."

Rolling your eyes playfully, you "let him" pull you to your feet, dragging your blanket behind you like a cape. Your body ached less today, but the fatigue still clung to your bones. In the bathroom, he helped you peel off your pajama pants—no weirdness, no tension—just calm, practiced care. "You sure you weren’t a nurse in a past life?" You asked, stepping into the shower as he reached for the handheld sprayer. He smiled, turning on the warm water, crouching down and spraying between your legs gently to clean you up. "Maybe in another life I was. I sure as hell know what to do with a woman's pussy now." He pressed a soft kiss to your inner thigh before continuing to clean you up gently with the warm spray and your eyes widened, looking down at him.

"Did- you just kissed my thigh? While cleaning me up from my period..?"

"Yeah, I did." He looked up at you, his expression soft. "I love taking care of you. Even when you're bleeding." He leaned in and kissed your thigh again, more firmly this time, before standing up and turning off the water. "Come here."

He stood and pulled you into his arms, wrapping a fluffy towel around you and holding you close. "Put it on your gorgeous brain, I don't care about any of that stuff. Blood, cramps, mood swings, whatever. You're still my girl. And I'm still gonna kiss you, hold you, and take care of you."

"God, you're too good to me, it's annoying.." You chuckle as he take you out of bathroom, handing you a fresh pair of underwear with a pad. You wear it and after drying you off and getting your comfiest shorts, you two made your way back into the kitchen. You tugged on a cropped hoodie, tying your freshly re-braided hair in a loose bun while Colin cracked eggs into a pan. You sat on the counter, feet dangling, Nyx pawing lazily at your toes. "I know I already asked before but you’re really not grossed out?” you asked after a moment, watching him expertly flip a slice of toast.

He glanced over at you while flipping another slice of toast onto a plate beside him. “Baby,” he said calmly as if explaining something simple yet profound. “If being grossed out means not being able to handle something natural about women’s bodies—then yeah—I’m not grossed out. And you're still hot and terrifying.”

You snorted, with a smiled, full and sleepy and real.

Colin placed a plate in front of you with eggs, toast, and a slice of cheese. “Now eat, Bloody Mary.” he said as you glared playfully, flipped him off but took a big bite.

He chuckled, watching you eat hungrily like he liked. He finished making his own plate and walked around the counter, pressing a kiss to the top of your head before sitting beside you on another stool. Suddenly, he had an idea and turned to face you. "Hey."

"Bring it on" you looked at him while chewing your toast.

"What if," he started, looking at you with a mischievous glint in his eye. "I made you a period kit. You know, with all the stuff you need, so you don't have to worry about it. And I could even put a little love note in there or something."

"Period kit? That's.." you tilted your head softly mid chewing and giggling. "I don't even know what to say, but you meant snacks and pads?"

He smiled, finding your fuzzy warm reaction adorable. "Yeah, snacks for cravings, pads, maybe some warm pads for cramps, chocolate, ginger ale, those heated thingies you put on your stomach... And yeah, I'll throw in some cute notes too." He paused, watching your reaction closely. Huffing, you propped your elbow on the counter and resting your chin on your hand.

"You're specially sweet this morning, I may puke if you get me emotional."

He threw his head back laughing. "Jesus, baby. No romance there." He grinned. "You know what I just realized?" He asked, stealing a piece of your toast to eat. "You get super honest when you're either really sleepy or on your period." He laughed again.

"I'm always brutally honest.." you said, stealing the cheese from his plate. "True," He agreed with a smile. He stole another piece of your toast. "No filter. I like that. You're one of those girls who says what she thinks without caring if it's rude." He chuckled. "God, you're like a guy."

You brust out laughing. "'Like a guy'? How so? I should be offended or amused? I don't even know"

He laughed with you. "Amused, definitely amused. I meant it as a compliment, baby. I like girls like you - straightforward, honest, no bullshit. Like a man's dream woman." He winked at you before stealing another piece of your toast. You smirked before answering. "Well, I'm not into bragging but.. I guess I'm a real nice package."

You placed a messy kiss on his lip, he hummed against your lips, smiling as he kissed you back messily. "The best package," He murmured against your mouth before pulling back to steal one last piece of toast before you could slap his hand away.

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A day later. You sat cross-legged on the floor just outside your apartment, back leaned against the wall, thumbing ruthlessly at your phone screen as gunfire echoed from your 'Free Fire' match. Your brows furrowed in concentration, tongue peeking slightly from the corner of your mouth as you wiped out another squad. Beside you, Nyx batted her squeaky mouse toy across the hall, the sound echoing down the otherwise quiet corridor. Rain lashed against the windows, the storm showing no signs of stopping. You had knocked on Colin's door about ten minutes ago, but no answer. Lights off. Apartment quiet. “Maybe he went out…” you murmured to yourself, not looking up from the screen. “Or maybe he died watching another Fast & Furious movie out of order.” Then—steps.

Your ears perked at the wet slaps of someone jogging up the building stairs. You glanced over and saw him—Colin—coming up the last few steps, completely soaked through, his hoodie plastered to his skin, a few strands of his hair dripping onto his forehead. His guitar case was slung over his back like a moody warrior returning from battle.

“Holy baby cow,” you stood, phone forgotten. “You look like a sad indie song.”

Colin looked up as he reached the top of the stairs, water dripping from his nose and chin. He saw you standing there in the hallway, looking concernedly adorable in sweatpants and an oversized hoodie, phone forgotten in your hand. He walked towards you, guitar case slung behind him, a crooked grin on his damp face. "Went to rehearsal. Waited for the rain to stop. It didn’t.” Nyx, delighted, trotted up to him and meowed loudly, weaving between his legs, leaving behind tiny black-cat hair offerings on his damp jeans. Colin looked down at you, still smiling despite the water dripping from his chin. Then without warning, he took your hand. “Come on. I’m gonna shower before I die.” he said and you followed him in, Nyx trotting behind like a pint-sized chaperone.

Colin led you into his apartment, kicking off his wet shoes by the door. He set his guitar case down with a soft thud and turned to face you, his hand still holding yours. Nyx had already made herself at home, curling up on the couch to continue her endless nap.

"Go shower before you die.." you said, giggling and laying down on his bed.

He chuckled, releasing your hand to start unbuttoning his soaked hoodie. "Smartass," He muttered affectionately before disappearing into the bathroom. The sound of the shower turning on filled the apartment. You lay on his bed, scrolling through your phone aimlessly as you waited.

“You ever thought of getting one of those clear umbrellas?” Playfully, you called out over the sound of water coming from his bathroom.

"Nope. Too glamurous, not really my style," He called back, his voice muffled by the shower. You could hear him laughing as he stripped off his wet jeans and boxers, leaving him naked under the spray. He leaned his head back against the cool tiles, letting the water wash away the grime from rehearsal and rain.

The shower cut off a few minutes later. I heard the rustle of a towel and then— “Achoo!”

Another sneeze.

Then another.

Colin appeared in the hallway, toweling his hair with one hand, his sweatpants riding deliciously low on his hips. His nose was red. "Okay,” you said, standing and pointing at you. “You’ve officially unlocked Hot Musician with a Cold energy. Do you want soup or to be force-fed honey and lemon?”

He sniffled, rubbing his red nose with the back of his hand holding the towel. God, he really was fucking cute when he was sick. "Mmm, honey and lemon sounds good," He walked towards you, his voice hoarse. "And can I get a kiss for being sick?"

"Awwww you look too cute.." you looked at him with a adorable face before smirking and continuing. "But not, you saw me at my period, seeing me sick and with runny nose is a thing I want to avoid."

"Smartass," He muttered again, wrapping the towel tighter around his waist. "Damn right, there's nothing sexy about a runny nose," He laughed softly, sniffling again. "You know what's gross? When girls get sick and their noses run and their voices get deep."

"See? You already saw me bleeding from my uterus, we already reached a high level of embarrassment, we can avoid this one." Giggling, I walked over and pressed the back of your hand to his forehead. “Hmm. A little warm.” and he raised a brow.

“That your veterinary degree talking or your instincts as a very bossy woman?”

“Both,” you said sweetly, already walking to his kitchen. “Sit. I’ll order pho.”

He obeyed, sitting at the kitchen table and watching you move around the kitchen with such ease it made his heart ache. Like you belonged here You were so fucking perfect. He leaned back in the chair, feeling the warmth of the towel against his bare skin as he waited for the pho and your caring touch. “Baby?”

"Yup?"

He looked up at you, his eyes red and tired but filled with affection. “Thank you for taking care of me. I know I can be a brat, but you always know how to handle me and make me feel so loved.” He smiled softly, his nose twitching again as he sniffled. You winked, walking and catching up everything on his kitchen like a professional, Nyx immediately hopped onto his lap, purring in a comforting buzz. Colin sneezed again, and you peeked out from behind the fridge.

“Bless you,” you said. “Also, if you die, can I keep the guitar?”

He laughed loudly, wiping his nose with the back of his hand. “You little shit,” He muttered affectionately, hugging Nyx tightly. He looked back at you, grinning. “Yeah, you can have it. I’ll leave you my entire damn collection in my will but you have to promise to cry at my funeral and not wear underwear.”

You smirked. “Done deal.”

He chuckled, feeling the warmth of Nyx against him. He looked up at you again, his eyes softening. You made him some soup, pouring into a bowl, before joining next to him, sitting by the table, in front of him with my legs crossed on lotus position.

"Be careful, it's a little hot"

He looked at the steaming bowl appreciatively, though his eyes lingered on your position for a moment longer than necessary. He cleared his throat. "Thanks, doc." He reached out to take the bowl carefully, wrapping both hands around it. "How does a person even do..."

You frowned softly but he just shook his head. "Never mind." He took a spoonful of soup, blowing on it gently before taking a sip. He looked at you sitting there like that - legs crossed, shirt riding up slightly, showing off your flat stomach - and suddenly had an idea."Hey doc?" He called softly.

"What's wrong?"

"I was thinking..." He paused, looking at you thoughtfully. "I was thinking that you're way too pretty to be sitting like that." He took another spoonful of soup. "Come here." He patted his lap invitingly and you moved to the edge of the table, legs open on each side of him. He wrapped a hand on your waist, pulling you closer as he continued to eat the soup. He nuzzled his face against your stomach, inhaling your scent deeply. "Mmm... this is better." He mumbled, spooning some soup onto your stomach instead of eating it himself and you giggled, feeling the warm liquid touching your skin.

"What the heck are you doing?"

He looked up at you with hungry eyes - not for soup. He pressed a warm kiss to your stomach where the spoonful of soup was. “I’m being playful.” He pressed another kiss, licking up the soup estaically like a cat as you rolled your eyes playfully before looking down, watching him "feast" on your stomach. He glanced up at you with a smirk, intentionally being overdramatic. "Mmm, delicious..." He continued his playful feasting, occasionally glancing up at your face. "You know... this soup is actually quite good." Another kiss. "But it tastes better on you."

"You know what?" Smirking, you watched him licking your skin, making you feel warm, your toes curled and your back arched sightly against him. "I think if you go lower, you may find something even more delicious.."

He raised an eyebrow, looking up at you with a mischievous grin. "Oh really?" He pressed one more kiss to your stomach before sliding his hands down your sides. "Well... I should definitely check that out." He slowly moved his hands lower, hooking his fingers on the edge of your shorts and you quickly lifted your hips enough to help him pull it down teasingly. His eyes locked onto yours while he tossed them aside before leaning back down and kissing your inner thigh. "Right here?" He kissed the other thigh. "Or maybe here?" His kisses got closer to your center until finally landing directly there. You moaned softly, eyelids fluttering as he landed his lips on my center, placing a kiss right above your underwear.

"I think..." He whispered against your skin. "I think this lace needs to go." He hooked his fingers under the fabric of your underwear. "Do I have your permission?" He looked up at you, his breath hot against your most sensitive spot. "To taste you properly?"

"I'm yours.." you answered, shamelessly needy.

His eyes flashed with desire at your words. With a gentle but firm pull, he removed your underwear completely before spreading your legs wider over his shoulders. “Fucking right you are.” His voice was hoarse with lust before he finally buried his face between your thighs without any more teasing. “Mine.”

You moaned, leaning your head back when he finally dipped into your pussy, your calves resting on his shoulders while he savoured you, kissing it with mastery, making you grip the edge of the table. Your moans made him hungry. He spread your legs wider and lifted them higher, giving him better access. He spread your lips apart with his thumbs and attacked your clit with his tongue, sucking hard and making you cry out loudly. He was noisy too, making hungry noises as he tasted you deeply.

"Fuckk.. I love when you do that- aah!" You said, lifting your blouse to cup one of your breasts, massaging then pinching your hard nipple, eyes glued on Colin, watching each flick of his skillfully tongue.

Watching you play with your tits while he ate your pussy was almost too much. He growled and spread your legs even wider, pushing them almost painfully high. He licked up your center slowly then speared his tongue inside you, making you arch your back and cry out again.

"Finger me, pleasee" you begged, rolling your hips in his direction and he happily obliged, sliding one finger inside you while continuing to latch onto your clit with his mouth. He curved his finger upwards, hitting your g-spot perfectly as he finger-fucks you slower then faster, matching the rhythm of his tongue on your sensitive bud. He adds another finger, stretching you wider, turning up your moans. The sight of you writhing beneath him, chest heaving, back arched - absolute heaven. He crooked his fingers again, this time sucking harder on your clit while fucking you with his hand, wet sounds coming from his finger penetration, and you felt your walls clenching, your body started squirming, tugging his hair to hold him in place.

"I know baby, I got you." He continued finger-fucking you faster and sucking your clit harder, feeling your walls clamp around his fingers tightly. Your moans grew louder and desperate, pulling his hair tighter. He could feel you were moments away from exploding. "Come for me, love."

And with a silent scream, your eyes rolled inside of your head as you laid back on the table, coming undone on his mouth, wetting his fingers with your juices.

"COLIN!"

He swallowed every drop of your orgasm, his fingers pumping into you as you convulsed around him. The taste of you was addictive and he didn't want to stop. As your orgasm finally subsided, he slowly pulled his fingers out, licking them clean with a satisfied groan. "Fuck..."

𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐

Smiling and breathing heavily, laid down on the table, exhausted, recovering your breath and the normal functions of your brain, you looked at him as he stood up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He looked down at you with a soft expression, tracing your features with his eyes. "You're so fucking beautiful like this." He leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips, sharing the taste of your release with you. You wrapped tight your arms around his neck, exploring his mouth with your tongue, savoring your taste on him and wrapping tight my legs around your waist.

The kiss was slow and deep. He pulled you closer by your hips, letting you feel his hard cock pressed against you. When he finally broke the kiss, he rested his forehead against yours. "I need to be inside you." His voice was husky with desire and you nodded excitedly, breaking the kiss briefly, while pulling down his sweatpants with your feet, struggling a little.

"Take it off"

Without breaking eye contact, he pushed his sweatpants down to his ankles, stepping out of them. His thick, hard length sprung free, slapping against his stomach. "Better?" He gripped the base of his dick tightly, squeezing to ease some of the pressure. Smiling, you looked up at him, bringing your fingers up to your lips, licking them before wrapping around his sharf, jerking him slowly, watching shamelessly.

"Damn, even your cock is gorgeous.."

He groaned loudly at your words and the sight of you stroking him. The head of his dick was already leaking pre-cum, and he could feel himself getting even harder under your touch. He reached down and grabbed your wrist, stopping your hand.* "Enough teasing." He said roughly while you smirked, looking dangerous. His eyes darkened with lust as he saw your smirk. He knew that look meant trouble, and he fucking loved it. He grabbed his cock and rubbed the head against your entrance, teasing you with just the tip. "You want this cock, don't you?" He asked huskily and you whined, nodding, needy, rolling your hips, seeking for more.

He chuckled lowly, pressing just the head inside you before pulling back out. He did this again and again until you were begging. "Say please." He commanded, rubbing your clit with his thumb while holding himself steady inside your entrance.

"Mmmm and what if I don't?" A dangerous smile was on display in my face, you couldn't resist, you loved playing sexy games, your eyes closed, feeling he rubbing your clit too damn good. His breath hitched as he felt your walls squeeze around the head of his cock. He knew you were close to begging, and he loved pushing your buttons. "Then I'll keep teasing you until you can't take it anymore." He said darkly, pinching your clit hard between his fingers.

"AAAH FUCK-" You screamed, nearly choking on your moans when he pinched your throbbing clit, causing a warm electric shock through all my nerves. "Damn Colin, that's playing dirty, babyy." He smirked wickedly, knowing he was getting to you. He pushed forward slightly more, giving you just a little more of his length while continuing to rub your clit. "Maybe I am." He leaned down and captured one of your nipples in his mouth, sucking hard. "Now say please."

"Gezz.. please please please" you beg, spreading my legs wider invitingly, looking at him full of submission and lust, a almost pornographic vision. A satisfied groan escaped his lips as he finally slid all the way inside you, filling you completely, making you both hiss. He maintained eye contact, watching how your expressive face showed every sensation. "Goddamn, look at you..." He started moving slowly, torturing you with deliberate long strokes.

You looked at him while he slowly stroke his cock inside of you, moaning low, prepping yourself on elbow to watch his member sliding in and out of you. And damn, he loved watching you watch him fuck you. He picked up the pace slightly, going deeper each time he thrust forward. His balls slapped against your ass with each movement. "Touch yourself." He ordered, his voice strained with effort to hold back.

Smiling, you quickly bring your hand to your bundle of nerves, rubbing it with tight circles that made you sob through your moans. He watched your small hand work your pussy, his member going in and out of you. He saw your body language change as you touched yourself, your back arching more. He knew you were close to making the sexiest damn sounds again.

"Fuck babe, I'm going to milk your cock so good.." you moaned.

His eyes darkened with lust at your dirty talk. He loved it when you talked like that. He thrust harder, faster, his hips slapping against yours. "Fuck yeah, milk my cock." He growled, his balls tightening as he felt his orgasm building. He fucked you hard, your and his moans and groans filling the kitchen, the familiar coil started building on your lower belly, your muscles tightening and you rub yourself faster, feeling desperate to come undone.

"Colin.. please.."

His thrusts became erratic, losing rhythm as he felt you tightening around him. The sight of your fingers working your clit pushed him over the edge... "Fuck... I'm gonna..." He reached down, pushed your hand out of the way and pressed hard on your clit with his thumb. He was over the edge. He thrust deep and hard, holding himself there as he came, filling you with his hot cum. He rubbed your clit in tight circles, matching your moans with his own grunts of pleasure. "Fuck yeah... here it comes..."

He kept rubbing your clit as he felt you coming undone around him. Your walls pulsed around his cock, milking out every drop of cum he had. He leaned down to kiss you deeply, swallowing your moans as he continued rubbing your sensitive nub until you were completely spent.

Undone, trembling and arching your back, your eyes watering while milking and clenching around his throbbing member, feeling him fill you amazingly. He groaned deeply, feeling every pulse of your orgasm around his cock. He stayed inside you, not wanting to pull out just yet. He kissed you gently, his thumb still softly circling your clit, drawing out every last shudder of pleasure.* "Jesus Christ," he murmured against your lips.

"You're-" You sigh deeply, recovering your breath before continuing. "Fucking amazing, Colin."

He smirked, still gently stroking your clit. His cock twitched inside you, not ready to leave just yet. "You're fucking beautiful when you come," He whispered in your ear before kissing down your neck, making you shiver.* "Best fuck of my life," *You smiled low, tired, holding him tight while kiss through your neck. He hold you, lifting you up and you wrapped your legs around his waist as he took you to the couch and you two fucked one more time before napping, you on top of him and his hands wrapped around your waist, skin-skin and happy smiles.

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Mornings with Colin

This sounds a lot more smuttier than I meant at the end. I didnt mean to do that I thought it was a funny way to end it but it is collin anyway. 18+ just incase do not publish or post anywhere else REBLOG and comments/feedback appreciated

Mornings with Colin

I woke up to a empty bed but not exactly cold. He was recently here I knew it. And he left without saying anything or even waking me up.

I have no one to blame but myself. I was warned by the person who used to live in my appartment. She was apprently very scorned so I took everything with a grain of salt. Colin always stopped by in the morning.

Now I'm seeing that she wasn't as scorned as I thought but mearly wanted to worn me from falling for his I'm not so bad boy sweet musican act.

He didn't even wake me he could have. He could have said goodbye or something.

"Half of me was wondering if I went to my apartment if you'd be in there."

"You were sleeping but you'd have to go back there eventually."

"You know I was warned about you. You didnt even wake me up."

"You were sleeping so soundly I couldn't bare to wake that angelic face."

"But you didn't even ask me what I wanted...."

"An everything bagel with cream cheese and bacion"

"But-"

"With rainbow cookie cake"

"I love you come'ere"

"He crawled into my arms and strted kissing me"

"What can I say I know my girl."

"Mhm I was warned about your charm"

"Really?" He cocked his head, as I reached across him to the bedside table where he put the bag down and i took my bageal, still keeping it in the bag as to not make a mess.

"The girl that moved." I  I licked cream cheese off my fingers as the bagel was loaded with it. "From my appartment said you dissapear in the mornings and not to be enticed by you charm. And I have to say waking up in bed alone does nothing to discret them."

"Oh they dont? The breakfast doesn't earn me any points?"

"Oh it totally does."

He leaned in for a kiss and I gave him a peck on the lips

"You know what earns you even more points?"

"What. Wait. I'd like to figure this one out for myself I do fancy myself as a detective of all sorts. Ready for your interrogation...again?" He smirked.

(I originally ended it here fyi)

"After beeakfast- I'm hungrey."

He went to open his mouth

"Don't even." I pointed scolding him.

He let out an exasperated sound.

"How would you even know what I was going to say."

"Are you or are you not Colin Shea?"

"I am."

"I know what you were going to say."

"You look so beautiful in the morning?"

"Nice recovery but next time don't make it sound like a question."

He laughed as he cuddled with me.

"It was worth a try. But its true."

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She needs to be super careful now. If any other notes arrive, she may need to find new housing & I wonder where she could go?? 👀

Seeing Blind Ch. 5

Colin Shea x pregnant!reader

Summary: After a one-night stand, you find yourself pregnant. While navigating your pregnancy, the father of your baby seems to have another task at hand.

Warnings: angst, swearing, jealousy, eventual smut, slowish burn, in-depth descriptions/discussions of pregnancy, descriptions of mafia dynamics, Colin is a little shit

A/N: It’s been a minute since I've written; been going through a lot of mental health issues. I'm still working through them. I hope the next few installments of fics I post can make up for the delays. Thanks @eightcevanscentral.

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The park is crowded, teeming with people having picnics, walking their dogs, and letting their children run loose along the grass and walkways. 

Everyone here seems to be more intimately involved. They hold hands or have their arms slung around their partners in one way or another. If they’re not attached physically, they walk in close proximity to each other. 

It makes Colin and Aly stick out. They look like an awkward pair, staying about half an arm’s length from one another as they search for the picnic area where Aly’s next ex is meant to be entertaining a seven-year-old’s party. 

“There it is,” Colin points out.

It’s the classic picnic-in-the-park birthday party with bright foil balloons, food everywhere, and kids running amuck with water guns and silly string. Parents are day drinking out in the open, not paying attention to whatever havoc their little monsters were creating. 

Colin gulps when he realizes this is in his future. Over-the-top birthday parties for kids who probably won’t remember a single second of it, stupid presents, and mingling with actual adults who know what they’re doing. 

He’s way out of his depth. He should’ve known he was punching out of his weight taking you back to his apartment; you were the only woman smart enough to leave before he woke up. His usual targets are the girls who have only a fraction more desperation than he has. It’s why they stay in the morning hoping for something more and what’s led him to running around Boston tracking down his neighbor’s exes.

“Well, there he is,” Aly’s voice comes, jarring him from his thoughts.

He spots a little wooden theater where two homemade farm animal puppets appear to be arguing. The kids burst into laughter while Colin and Aly exchange a look. 

As the show comes to a close, it doesn’t get any stranger, but it gives Aly an opportunity to say hello while the kids get cake and watch the birthday celebrant open presents.

To avoid looking like a strange man lingering around a child’s birthday party, Colin makes his way to a tree and sits among the roots. He contemplates his impending fatherhood while people watching from his vantage point. 

It’s not just stupidly expensive birthday parties coming. He watches a dad catch his kid mid-fall–it’s that too. He sees another lugging a diaper bag in one hand while his baby flails in his grip, but his hold never falters.

Colin looks at his hands. Can I do that?

At the birthday party, a man mediates a situation between two boys. One boy says something, he looks at the other one. On and on, until the man speaks once more and the boys hug before playing together again. 

Will anyone teach him how to do this? 

He thinks about his own father; Chief of Police in Salem, a well-respected man who produced two sons who have made a name for themselves in their own rights. 

And a third who had no part of his life together, trying to usher a baby into the world with a woman he had a one night stand with. 

“Well, that was a disaster,” Aly’s voice jars him from his thoughts, the ideas rattling in his brain before dissipating like smoke. 

“Huh?”

“Didn’t get much out of that encounter other than the fact that I remember why we broke up.” 

“And…?”

“His puppets creeped me out. Anyway,” Aly pauses as she opens her purse and digs through it. “Here is…twenty, forty, sixty, seventy.” 

She hands him the cash and it crumples in his hands. 

“You wanna grab a taxi back to the building? I need some wine.” 

Colin shakes his head. “No, I’m just gonna head a few blocks that way before I head back.”

“What’s over at ‘a few blocks that way’?”

“Just gotta pick up some stuff,” he says as he shoves the bills in his pocket. “I’ll see ya around.” 

She nods and walks on her way to the western entrance of the park. 

Putting his hands in his pockets, Colin stands up and begins to walk down the path when a male voice catches his attention.

“Hey, Free Licks.” 

Looking up, he finds Mateo, donned in all black with shades perched on his nose. Colin can’t help but note the difference between the two of them again; he was wearing stained jeans and a faded t-shirt.

Colin greets him with a nod. “Detective.”

“What brings you to the park today?” 

“Oh, you know, the sunshine, the fresh air.” Colin inhales through his nose obnoxiously.

Mateo raises an eyebrow. “I see. Well, I was here on business from Y/N, but…when I see suspicious activity, I have to follow up on it, you know?” 

Colin shakes his head, a little incredulous. “What? She’s got you spying on me?”

“Not you, but a point person. BPD business. There was a drop that was meant to happen. You know anything about that?” 

Pursing his lips and raising his brows, Colin gestures “no” again. “Nothing that I’ve seen.”

Mateo reaches into his pocket and hands him his card. “Well, if you see anything, you’ll let me know, right?”

Taking it between his thumb and forefinger, the card nearly falls in his weak grip. Colin doesn’t know what to do with it or why Mateo is giving it to him. “Sure…?”

“Good. See you around, Free Licks.” 

- - - - - 

“I wasn’t expecting you to actually show up,” you scoff with a smile. “But, while you’re here, you can push the cart.” 

You let go and the cart still moves, wheels squeaking as it glides down the aisle and Colin scrambles to get a grip on the handle. When he eventually gets it, he cranes his neck to find you studying the different boxes lining the shelves. 

“What are we looking at?” 

“Changing tables.”

“Like the ones in ladies’ bathrooms?”

“Not quite, but same idea. Just a space where you can store everything for changing a diaper and keep the baby safe while you’re grabbing stuff.” 

“You make it sound like it’s a whole process,” Colin snorts.

You look at him. “You’ve never changed a diaper before in your life, have you?” 

He scoffs, lying through his teeth. “Psh, what are you talking about? Of course, I have.” 

“It’s okay if you haven’t, you know that right?” 

How are you able to see right through him?

It seems his face shows his bewilderment, and you respond to it, “Colin, like I said, I didn’t expect you to do any of this. I still don’t expect a lot from you–not that I don’t welcome this, but because I can do this on my own if I need to.” 

He doesn’t reply. Looking at his face, his cheeks look particularly round like a child’s, casting a sort of innocence on him that doesn’t reflect the person you know him as. He’s goofy and charming, things that attracted you to him in the first place that fateful night when all of this started. Along with that, he’s experienced, but you can see there’s a thought rattling in his mind that his mouth won’t say. 

“Look, whatever your decisions are for doing this—if you’re trying to prove yourself to someone or if you’re putting expectations on yourself–you can’t let that bother you. I don’t know the extent of what I’m getting myself into. This kid could be like me, or they could be like you. But however they turn out, I’m gonna do my best to make sure they live happily. And that’s all you can do: your best.” 

He nods, but you don’t think it’s really getting to him. 

“Maybe I can sign us up for a parent coaching class. I’m sure we’d hardly be the first unusual pair of parents a teacher has seen.” 

His cheeks turn red first, then his ears. He smiles and nods again. “Yeah…yeah, I think that’s a great idea.” 

“It’s a deal.” 

You grab his hand and hook your pinky with his. 

“Now, while we’re here, can you do me a favor and put that box in the cart?” you ask, pointing to the one you want. 

“Yes, ma’am.” 

As he does what you request, you bite your lip and blink slowly. 

You can feel your non-expectations–the ones you still hold on Colin where he’s welcome to do as he pleases–slowly metamorphosize. There’s a flash of him bathed in the morning sunlight, smiling up at a giggling baby he’s lifting over his head. 

“Anything else from this aisle?” 

The image is gone in a puff of smoke, trailing in the air before disappearing completely. 

You shake your head. “No, but I need to go to the next aisle and look at rocking chairs.” 

- - - 

Hauling everything to the cashier for check out, your items are ringed up and bagged while you reach for your wallet. 

“Oh, here…I have this.”

Colin shoves his hand in his pocket, pulling out some crumpled up bills and awkwardly setting them on the counter. Just by looking at it and the grand total of the items on the counter, you know it’s not enough. 

“Colin…it’s okay,” you say, pulling out your card and handing it to the cashier. 

As he gathers up the money, you ask where he got it.

“I did a favor for a friend.”

“And they paid you that much money for a favor?”

Grabbing the last bill, he puts it back into his pocket. “Well, she owes me.” 

You don’t have time to wonder too much about why he’s being so vague, not with the cashier asking for your signature for the payment and asking if you want to join the store’s rewards program. 

With all the items bagged, you and Colin hail a taxi to go back to your apartment. Every once in a while, you consider pressing further, your suspicion a by-product of the analytical mind that got you the position you work in. 

Deciding against it, you send Colin on his way and prepare for work tomorrow. 

- - - - -

You yawn as you exit your apartment, pivoting back to lock the door behind you. 

A flash of blue stuck on your door as it closes behind you catches your eye. When you look at it, you realize it’s a note, probably from one of your neighbors. 

The words become clearer as you reach for the note, peeling it off the surface and reading it.

If you know what’s good for you, you’ll stop.

You huff. Rolling your eyes, you stuff it into your canvas bag–your newly-designated lunch bag ever since your appetite grew so that you could “eat for two.” 

And prevent yourself from rage-quitting your job out of hunger-fueled anger.

Figuring it’s just the young kid on the second floor playing a prank, you head out to work. 

- - - 

“Bebitaaaa,” Mateo sings as he enters your cave of computer monitors. 

He places a hand on your shoulder to straighten your spine. 

“You need to work on your posture,” he remarks.

You scoff. “And you need to pack your own snacks and stop taking from a pregnant lady,” you speak, but are certain he couldn’t hear you over the sound of wrappers crinkling. 

“Speaking of you being pregnant, I ran into Colin at the park yesterday..." he trails off. "What’s this?” 

“Hmm?”

Your chair swivels as you look at him, finding the note from your door in his hand. “Bebita…where’d you find this?”

“Oh,” you exhale dismissively, “that’s nothing. I found it on my door this morning.” 

“And you didn’t think to tell me?”

“Tell you about what? It’s a note. Probably from the little boy upstairs.”

Mateo’s eyes narrow. “How old is that kid?”

“I dunno,” you shrug. “Fourteen?” 

“I don’t think fourteen-year-olds play tricks like this.”

“Just because you didn’t because you were a damn genius who went to college at sixteen doesn’t mean other fourteen-year-olds don’t.” 

“Bebita, I don’t think you understand this. ‘If you know what’s good for you’? That’s a threat.”

“Mateo, come on, after that it says ‘you’ll stop.’ Stop what? If this is a threat, it’s a pretty empty one.”

“We’re in a dangerous line of work, did you even consider that maybe this is a guy from the mob? Or maybe one of them put the kid up to writing the note to try and hide their scent?”

You roll your eyes, “Knock it off, Mateo. There’s no way they know who I am, much less where I live–”

“You don’t know that, you don’t know what they’re capable of–”

“I know what I’m capable of, and I’m pretty sure my work is completely untraceable.”

He’s quiet for a moment, then grabs your phone from the desk. Unlocking it, he swipes through and taps before showing you the screen. It’s Colin’s contact information. His thumb hovers over the call button.

“Don’t make me do this.” 

“Oh my god,” you roll your eyes again, your head lolling back in annoyance as your arms cross. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” 

He taps the button and he brings the phone to his ear as the call begins.

You hear Colin on the other line. “Hello?”

“Hey, Free Licks.”

“Oh, it’s you.”

You snort and Mateo’s eyes drift up in exasperation. “Yeah, it’s me. I’m calling though because Y/N found a threatening note on her door but doesn’t think it’s a big deal.” 

“Wait, what?!”

“Yeah, it said, ‘if you know what’s good for you, you’ll stop.��� I think the mob knows where she lives.” 

“You really think they would?” Colin’s concern comes clearly through the speaker. 

“I think anything’s possible,” Mateo says pointedly, throwing you a look. “But like I said, she’s pretty confident in her ability to be untraceable.”

“But if the note was on her door…”

Mateo nods slowly, smugly. “You get it.” 

“Is she there?”

“Right in front of me.”

“Can I talk to her?”

You take the phone, sticking your tongue out before you speak, “Hey Colin.”

“Why didn’t you tell me about the note when we were texting earlier?”

“Same thing I told Mateo,” you sigh, getting really irritated that you keep having to repeat yourself. “It’s not a big deal, it’s probably nothing.” 

“But it was on your door.”

“I’m sure a lot of people find notes on their doors.”

“Not threatening ones!” Colin says into the receiver as Mateo nearly shouts the same thing in front of you.

“God, how do I turn off the surround sound in here?”

“Bebita, you might take this lightly, but I’m not.”

“Yeah…yeah, and neither am I!” Colin tacks on.

“A woman’s life is most endangered when she’s pregnant because that’s the time she’s most likely to get killed.” 

You’re shocked Mateo would bring that up to you now, placing a hand on your lower stomach. 

“I’m not taking any chances with you, especially with Riona Maher’s arrest at Logan happening earlier this week.”

You swallow, pushing your pride down as you look away from Mateo. You feel like a teenager getting lectured by her father. 

“Promise me if you see anything else like this, you’ll tell me right away.” 

You don’t reply immediately.

“Promise him,” Colin pleads from the phone. 

“Fine, I promise. But only because I’m still pretty sure this is nothing.” 

“I’ll take it,” Mateo sighs. “And Colin’s a witness.” 

“Thanks for including me.” 

Mateo says, “You’re welcome,” as you say goodbye and end the call. 

“I’m gonna take this down to forensics and see if they can pull up anything.”

“You’d be wasting time,” you taunt as you turn back to your computer.

“And I’m driving you home tonight and picking you up in the morning.”

“Mateo–”

“Nothing you can do about it, my mind’s made up.” 

He shuts the door behind him, leaving you typing away as you shake your head. 

I’m the pregnant one, your mind gripes, I should be the one who overreacts to things, not them. 

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[the-iceni-bitch]

OMG!!!! You're goddamn right I'm interested in this😝

I love you my perv twin ❤️ Congrats on the 3000 followers!

Character: I got two of our favourite soft boi's 🥴

Kinks:

Religion Kink (what? Ransom is gonna be left out of this??? lol)

Somnophilia (hmmm...I think I know which one you'll choose for this one)

Prompt:

"If you interrupt me one more time"

"Answer the phone. I dare you."

I cannot wait to see what you come up with 😜

Ah, my sweet perv twin, leave it to you to give me a prompt that is definitely going to send me straight to hell.

This is going to be so blasphemous and debauched, you guys, please be mindful! And it 100% got away from me so settle in for a long one because I have no chill when it comes to religion kinks!

Extremely filthy smut (kinda dark Colin and reader, unprotected p in v sex, f and m receiving oral sex, mmf threesome, bi male partners, dirty talk, inappropriate use of religious iconography, innocence kink, corruption kink, non-con (erring on the safe side), dub-con (definitely), dom/sub dynamics, exhibitionism, voyeurism, our boys are kinda OOC here but honestly I’m here for it). No minors!!!

Jake shrugged uncomfortably when you let out a soft moan, turning to face the wall and doing his best to ignore the noises you and Colin were making.

This wasn't what seminary school was supposed to be like. He had come here to grow closer to God and prepare for his career in the priesthood, something he had been wanting for his entire life. Being around other like minded young men had been something he'd been looking forward ever since he had to suffer through the lust filled pubescence of public high school. And he'd gotten to enjoy that new, chaste environment all through his undergraduate studies.

Then he moved on to graduate school, and got roomed with Colin Shea.

Colin Shea, who laughed in professors' faces as he challenged their interpretation of canon law. Or slept through their lectures. Or mocked the importance of the seven sacraments.

He may have been able to tolerate Colin, as much as he couldn't figure out what that man was doing in seminary in the first place, never mind how he was consistently at the top of all his classes. But with Colin came you, and you were a constant test to his vows.

It would have been bad enough if he only had to see you at Mass, that wicked grin and the glint in your eye a stark contrast to the chaste white of your novitiate habit, its shapeless folds barely concealing the tempting curves of your body. He could still remember the first time he saw you in chapel, the way your lips quirked when you took the sacrament igniting feelings in him he though he'd long since mastered.

But the very next day he came back from his morning lectures to find you and Colin tangled together in his sheets, your veil and habit tossed carelessly on the floor as you rose above him like some sort of goddess and moaned through your pleasure. It had almost given him a heart attack.

Every day he told himself he was going to turn the two of you in, finally get that blasphemous man expelled from the seminary so he could go back to his carefully planned path to the priesthood and hopefully a bishopric. The thought of never seeing you again always staid his hand though, as much as the sight of you was a torment for his soul.

It was the sweetest torment though. Each time he came back to their quarters to find you there he was filled with a small thrill, before it was immediately tamped down with a flood of guilt.

"Oh Colin, yes!"

He didn't know how much more of this he could take. He was trying to prepare for the ordination exams and the two of you hadn't left the room in almost 24 hours. Right now Colin had his face buried between your thighs under the skirt of your habit. As gloriously sinful as it was watching your naked bodies writhing against each other, there was something especially debauched about you touching each other like this when you were still wrapped in your religious garb.

You let out a beautiful lilting sigh as you drove your hips further into Colin's face and Jake slammed his book shut, turning to the two of you and growling his displeasure, doing his best to ignore the tightness at the front of his pants.

"Do you mind?" He was trying his best to stay angry, but the soft grin you were giving him as your body arched in that lovely way was making it very hard.

"Do I mind?" Colin's voice was muffled until he dragged his head out from under your habit, scowling at Jake as he ran his tongue over his slick coated lips while you ran your fingers through his hair. "If you interrupt me one more time, Jensen, I swear to god..."

"Ugh, blasphemy!" He didn't know why he bothered trying to scold the man about that, the entire lower half of his face was still coated in your arousal.

"Fuck's sake, you need to relax." Colin rolled his eyes as he rested his face on your lower stomach, hooking one hand under your knee and hitching your leg so he could press soft kisses over your inner thigh. "We were just talking about it before you came back, weren't we dove?"

"Mmm, we sure were, lover." Your eyelids fluttered closed when he ran his tongue over your slit again, slowing it to a torturous drag when he reached your clit. "Do you want some help relaxing, Jakey?"

His heart soared when you called him that, before immediately dropping into his stomach after he spent a moment considering just how you would help him relax. The wicked smirk you were giving him made him think that you knew exactly what was running through his mind, your eyes never leaving his as you rolled your hips against Colin's face.

You were so beautiful. Your mouth hanging open slightly as you let out a series of soft gasps, gazing at Jake through heavy lids and squeezing your thighs around Colin's head. His lips wrapped around your clit and you finally broke your eye contact as your back arched off the bed when you came with a strangled cry.

Jake couldn't take his eyes off yours as you came down, not even when Colin crawled up your body until he could bury his face in your neck. His mood soured when Colin turned his head to face him, chuckling darkly and running his tongue over your throat as he worked on undoing his belt.

"You should take her up on her offer, Jensen." He teased, turning his gaze back to you as he freed his cock and slid it through your slick coated folds until it caught against your entrance. "I never feel more relaxed than when I've spent a couple hours buried in this sweet little cunt."

The two of you laughed when he flushed bright red at the vulgarity, Colin pushing into you slowly until he was fully enveloped in your drenched heat. Jake had never felt more relief than when his phone buzzed across the nightstand, even when he saw his father's name pop up on the caller ID.

"Go ahead, Jensen, answer the phone, I dare you." Colin mocked before you grabbed his face and drew it back to yours for a desperate kiss.

He had to get out of there, grabbing his phone and his books and making a run for it as the sounds of you losing yourself in your pleasure threatened to rip him apart. Maybe there'd be a free table in the overcrowded library for him to finish his studying.

Even a few hours of burying himself in his books couldn’t drive you from his mind, though. The memories of the curve of your spine and the way your chest heaved when you were falling apart coming to him unbidden as he attempted to focus. Your murmured invitation echoing through his mind until he was aching with need, slamming his books down and storming out of the library before making his way back to his quarters.

The wave of relief that swept over him when he arrived to find you and Colin gone was palpable. He didn’t know what to do about the way his cock was painfully straining against the front of his slacks, the incessant thoughts of you having awoken his dark desires to a raging inferno that he wasn’t sure he could extinguish.

Normally, if the lust you drew from him became too much to bear, he could appease himself my rutting into the mattress a few times, telling himself it wasn’t a betrayal of his vows, just a balm for the pain. Before he met you he hadn’t even needed that sort of release in years, always able to maintain careful control over the lustful thoughts that seemed to plague other men.

Right now though, the soft promise of your words flooding his system with unbearable warmth until he was stripping out of his clothes in a frenzy. He set his glasses on the bedside table before sinking onto his mattress with a deep sigh and running a hand over his face. 

His gaze slid down his body to the apex of his thighs and he groaned, his cock resting heavy and painful against his thigh and staining his skin with a pearly sheen of precum. The brush of his fingers over it was almost painful, forcing his breath out in a sharp hiss. 

It had been years since he last touched himself like this, never feeling the urge for that type of release since the torture of his adolescence. But the sight and the thought of you had broken down all of his carefully constructed walls until he was an aching, yearning shell of a man.

When his hand tentatively wrapped around his shaft his entire body jolted, your name falling from his lips like the prayers he so often muttered to drive the thoughts of you away. Images of you overtook him as he continued his ministrations, slowly dragging his hand along his length as he pictured what you would look like writhing on top of him like you had done with Colin so many times. The way your rosary would sway between your breasts as your thighs gripped his hips tightly, his own hand tightening and loosening around his cock in waves the way he imagined your pussy would clench around him as he drew those beautiful noises from you. 

He arched into his grip when he thought of the way your back would arch with pleasure before collapsing on top of him and burying your face in his neck, your lips soft on his skin and insistent as you begged him to fill you with his seed. His cock twitched in his palm and then he was finished, thick ropes of spend shooting over the defined muscled of his abdomen as he shouted your name with a strangled cry. 

Shame overtook him as soon as he finished, though surprisingly not as overwhelming as he had felt in the past when thoughts of you had driven him to the point of madness. He still felt disgusted with himself as he wiped his spend from his skin with his discarded shirt before curling around himself and surrendering to the pull of sleep, hoping that his embarrassing release would at least stave off dreams of you.

It was hours later when you and Colin staggered through the door, drunk off the sacrament wine you had stolen and each other. As soon as your eyes found Jake’s sleeping form you pressed your fingers to Colin’s lip with a teasing grin, the faint smell of cum tickling your nose and making your lips spread even wider.

“I think you finally broke that poor virgin, dove.” Colin mumbled, nipping at the pads of your fingers and pulling the veil from your head before working at undoing his collar. “I don’t think that boy has jerked off in years.”

“How sad.” You gave him a mocking pout over your shoulder as you slowly prowled towards Jake’s bed, your fingers winding through the blankets that covered him and dragging them down his body. “I think I should give him a reward for being so good.”

“You’re evil.” Colin wrapped his hand around your throat and bent your head back to kiss you until you purred before moving to sit on his own bed, slowly unbuttoning his collar and spreading his legs as he leaned back on one arm.

“Maybe.” Your eyes were fixed on the man you were standing over, the lines of his body surprisingly strong and lightly dusted with dirty blonde hair. He was the picture of chaste innocence, his skin flushed pink as his chest rose and fell in the deep rhythm of sleep while he clutched his rosary in his fist. You’d never wanted to ruin someone so much in your life. 

His cock twitched to life when you brushed your fingers over it, already swelling with blood at just the barest of touches. You couldn’t keep your eyes off it as you knelt between his legs and drew off your habit, barely registering the deep groan Colin let out as he watched you. 

Jake’s breathing was still deep and even as you bent over him, your lips brushing over his before you sank lower. The ghost of your lips over his tip was all it took to bring him to his full hardness, his breath catching in his throat and making you pause until he relaxed again. 

You dragged your tongue over him in a heavy stripe and grinned to yourself at the wretched moan that fell from his lips, his hips squirming underneath you already. Wetness was pooling between your legs and seeping down your thighs as he started falling apart for you, your body growing increasingly warm as he kept making soft, wanton noises. Those soft kisses and tiny licks you lavished on him still didn’t serve to rouse him from his slumber, though his breath started to pick up and sweat started dripping from his pores.

It was when you finally drew him between your lips that his eyes shot open, the weight of him heavy on your tongue as his musky taste overtook your senses. Your eyes rose to his as you suckled at his tip, your lips stretched wide around him like something out of his dreams before he was sitting up with a jolt.

“Stop, I can’t...” His protests losing their heat when you suddenly took him deeper, swallowing around him when his hips met your face before pulling back and releasing him with a pop. “Oh, please.”

“It’s ok, Jakey.” You followed him when he tried to rise off the bed, sinking to the floor between his legs and pressing your palms to his thighs to keep him seated. “Sshh, sweet boy.”

He swallowed thickly when you rose on your knees and drew his face to yours, barely aware of Colin sitting across from him and palming his cock through his slacks. You wound your fingers through his in the hand holding his rosary, keeping your eyes trained on his as you drew it to your face and dragged the onyx beads over your lips before clutching the crucifix between your teeth.

“Jesus.” The blasphemy left his lips without thought when you started sucking on the icon, the doe eyed innocence of your gaze betrayed by the wickedness of your actions and the press of your naked and sinful curves against his flesh.

“Pray for me, Jake.” You murmured, your heart fluttering in your chest as you watched his eyes widen when you sank to your knees and took him in your mouth again.

He gripped the crucifix tight and made the sign of the cross in a rush as your tongue swirled over his tip, his eyes fluttering shut when your nails ran over his thighs and his hips bucked into you.

“I believe in God, the Father Almighty, Creator of Heaven and earth.” The Apostle’s Creed felt like beautiful filth falling from his lips, the holy words marred by the way your lips were sucking every ounce of pleasure from his repressed body. “And in Jesus Christ, His only Son, our Lord, who was conceived by the Holy Ghost, born of the Virgin Mary, suffered under Pontius Pilate, was crucified, died, and was buried.”

You hummed around him as he continued praying, your core aching and throbbing as you pressed your tongue along the underside of him and dragged it to his most sensitive point.

“Ah, fuck!” Your fingers digging into his thighs were an order to continue, your lips performing their own form of worship as you drew him to the back of your throat, again. “He descended into Hell; the third day He arose again from the dead; He ascended into Heaven, sitteth at the right hand of God, the Father Almighty; from thence he shall judge the living and the dead.”

A sharp gasp was ripped from his throat when you suddenly released him and ducked further between his legs, laving your tongue over his balls before drawing them between your lips while your hand squeezed along his shaft tightly. Colin rose to his feet at this point, not able to hold back after watching you take Jake apart so perfectly. Jake’s eyes fluttered open when he felt the other man’s hand cup his cheek gently, tilting his head back and losing himself in his lustblown eyes as his thumb ran over the swell of his bottom lip. 

“Keep going, Jake.” Colin’s voice was soft as he gazed at him, his other hand trailing down his torso before winding gently through your hair and guiding your movements.

“I... I believe in the Holy Spirit,” he could feel something gathering in the pit of his stomach, your lips peppering soft kisses up his shaft before taking him in your mouth again as you moved a hand to gently tug at his balls. “the holy Catholic Church, the communion of saints,” Colin bent and ran his lips over the curve of his cheek, the mix of sensations sending a jolt through him and making his cock twitch at the back of your throat. “the forgiveness of sins, the resurrection of the body, and life everlasting. Amen.”

“Amen.” Colin whispered before he molded his mouth to Jake’s, moaning when the other man dropped the rosary and reached up to pull him closer as he thrust his hips into your face. 

You wrapped your arms around his hips and drew him tight as you swallowed around his length, gulping down each thick drop of spend he released with a low moan until he was spent. The two of them were still pressed together when you released him, Colin’s hand in your hair pulling you up Jake’s body until you could join them.

When Jake tasted himself on your lips he almost collapsed, his arms releasing Colin and moving to wind around you. Tears were leaking down his cheeks as he kissed you deeply, Colin taking a step back and stripping the rest of his clothes off as he watched the two of you fall back on the bed before laying beside you. 

The two of you worked to turn him on his side until Colin could press himself against his back, ducking to pepper soft kisses over the curves of his shoulders while you kissed the tears from his cheeks and whispered soft soothing words against his skin. 

“Oh, Jake, sweet boy, don’t worry.” You cupped his cheek as you gazed at him, your other hand trailing between the two of you until you could wrap it around his cock and draw him back to full arousal. Colin’s arms wrapped around him as you continued your movements, one of his hands joining yours as the other curled around his waist and he rutted against the curve of his ass. “God forgives all.”

A/N: BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! I’m absolutely going to hell but I don’t fucking care!!

[fangirlovestuff]

Halloween Headcanons - various cevans characters

a/n - hey lovely people!! happy halloween:)) i hope you enjoy this cute little headcanon!! also, tumblr just wouldn’t let me put more than one gif for some reason... hate it here🤪 anyways, enjoy<3

characters: Steve Rogers, Ransom Drysdale, Andy Barber, Ari levinson, Jake Jensen, Colin Shea, Me (Playing it Cool), Nick Vaughn, Johnny Storm, Frank Adler

Steve Rogers:

making him use his artistic skills to carve out some beautiful pumpkins

steve’s probably going to want to spend his halloween in a pretty low key way, preferebly cuddling at home with you watching a spooky movie

but

he’ll definitely let you convince him to answer the door for the kids who are trick or treating with his shield and cowel

they’re all very excited to get candy from captain america

(also, it depends on the movie, but sometimes he’ll get a little scared at night and bashfully ask you to be the big spoon, but don’t tell him i said that)

Ransom Drysdale: 

ransom LOVES to pretend he hates halloween

“that shit’s for children”

but it’s basically his favorite time of year, and we all know it

will grumble about it to death but eventually go with you to some party. he likes halloween, but not that much, so he’d probably make you go home pretty soon, but don’t worry, he makes it up to you;)

also i would like to talk about the fact that ransom drysdale is a whore for the fall aesthetic and definitely takes you to a pumpkin patch and his eyes light up when you suggest hanging fairy lights in the house and makes you order a pumpkin spice latte for him so he won’t lose his “image”

what a dork

Andy Barber:

Dad Mode Activated

gets a ton of candy to give trick or treating children

probably has some sort of office party you’re both going to 

he won’t put any effort into his costume, since he thinks he’s too old for it, so maybe he’ll let you wrangle him into a bow or a hat

you teased him about getting a couple’s costume, but it’s a hard no for him. he loves you, but he’ll only go so far in front of his coworkers

it doesn’t matter, because when you’re in the tight leather of some superhero or another, accentuating your curves, he regrets not giving it, because maybe then he could’ve convinced you to go for something a little less... distracting

Jake Jensen:

this man absolutely goes all out with his costume, and yours because you know you two are dressing up together

with his tech-savvy ways, i’m sure he could devise some really complicated, intricate and probably light-up costumes

but you quickly talk him out of it in favor of something simpler, probably still a nerdy reference though:)

loves to give out candy to trick-or-treating kids and gets so heartwarmingly excited with them about their costumes

he once heard a kid say his candy was the best, and he still brags about it

“we need to get more chocolates! i have a reputation to uphold!”

Colin Shea:

mansplain malewife manwhore

likes the parties

likes the girl’s costumes at parties, especially yours, the sexier the better

but he’s not one for double standards, so expect his costume to be just as revealing, probably even more, than most of the girls at the party

definitely goes shirtless, maybe also really tight leather pants because he’s extra and likes the attention it gets him

but don’t worry, at the end of the day, he only has eyes for you. he’ll make sure he’s the only one to see you out of the costume;)

Me (Playing It Cool):

probably goes as some book character with a low effort costume

but he’ll let you put some eyeliner on him since you insist it brings out his eyes

(it does. he looks great and you nake sure he knows that. you’re late to your party.)

you’d probably spend a lowkey halloween with some of yours and his friends, drinking beers and catching up

he would definitely NOT be the type to leave candy for children though

“but why would we waste our candy on them? it’ll hurt their teeth! we could just save them the pain and eat it ourselves!”

Ari Levinson:

i feel like similarilly to steve, ari would be more of a fan of the calmer aspects of fall then halloween parties

he’d take you on walks through forests colored with rich autumn colors, leaves crunching beneath your feet

he’ll let you cuddle up to him as it gets colder, even though he complains about it

“how are your feet in socks and i still feel they’re cold?!”

he’ll eat up every autumn thing you cook too, praising you culinary skills and moaning appreciatively at every pumpkin pie and delicious soup

mostly just loves slowing down a bit this time of year, but he’ll accompany you to a halloween party if you want it, because he can never tell you no<3

Frank Adler:

mary loves halloween, so by default frank loves halloween

he likes how excited she gets, and you’re right there with her, decorating the entire house with spooky decorations, carving out pumpkins, and watching spooky movies (kid appropriate, obviously. even though mary’s mature for her age, she doesn’t need to get that scared)

you manage to put a litte eye patch on fred so he goes as a pirate

mary wants to go as the tinkerbell to fred’s captain hook, or well, captain eye, and wants you and frank to go as wendy and peter pan

suffice it to say it takes a LOT of convincing, but you manage to get the grumpmaster, as mary affectionately calls her uncle, to put on a green shirt and a little hat

you and mary eat so much candy it takes her hours to come down from the sugar rush, and frank finds himself laughing at the two of you being hyperactive together more times than he can count

Nick Vaughn: 

will people watch with you and you make a competition out of it

you’ll even have categories like shittiest costume (a unicorn bow and normal clothes), best costume (a couple who came as scary witches, complete with makeup and nails), cheesiest costume (a sexy cat) 

you two had a shared costume, but it was something more lowkey, neither of you having the time or the want to be the center of attention

also, nick knows his teas, fight me

he’ll make you a cup of the hot beverage every time you felt like it and every time he felt like you could use one, which was a lot

and he’d bring it to you in a mug that says “par-TEA animal” because he’s a nerd and it’s his favorite one

Johnny Storm:

will throw a huge party🙄

that’s typical, everyone expects it, and to be fair he’s a great host

what you don’t expect is when he arranges for candy to be delivered to a youth center

or when you come back one home one day and he’s got a dog apperantly?? and he’s dressed up in the cutest little pumpkin costume??

(obviously you two keep the dog. johnny names him kitten and thinks it’s hilarious)

johnny’s full of surprises, and honestly? you wouldn’t want it any other way<3

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Dance, Dance

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Summary: there’s been too much going on ever since you started messing around with your best friend.

Pairings: Colin Shea x Black!Best Friend!Reader

Warnings: minors dni, smut, angst, fluff

(A/N: yaaaay it’s done. This was a fun little series. I loved writing it. Titled after the song Dance, Dance by Fall Out Boy. Thanks everyone that enjoyed. Like, follow, reblog, and comment ☺️)

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You didn’t even know it was possible for you to fake smile for this long. As much as you enjoyed doing the whole music thing, industry shit was kind of the worse. You’d been overdue for at least a glass of champagne, but now you needed something stronger like whisky.

Things had been hectic lately. Just getting stuff ready and playing ball. The label that signed you was a smaller offshoot of a bigger one and so now you were here watching Colin take one for the team and schmooze it up since he knew the rest of you hated this part.

It wasn’t like you were bad at the whole thing. It’s just there was only so much you could deal with before finally reaching your limit. And all the old men ogling you was definitely something you could live without.

“Hey,” Ryan, your bass player, greeted as he sat beside you. It was kind of funny seeing the rest of them in suits and shit. You didn’t think they could wear anything but jeans and converse.

Hell for Colin clothing was already optional. Now he was there wearing a suit. Playing the part. And doing it well. You couldn’t lie, though. He looked good as hell. Obviously you weren’t the only one to notice. The woman whispering in his ear right no clearly saw it too.

“Hey,” you said with a sigh. This dress was scratchy as hell, but it was cute. It was probably worth more than your rent so you were really trying to not mess it up. Fuck you felt awkward.

So, yeah things had been a little weird since they’d walked in on you on Colin’s lap. Not that they could see that his pants had been undone from how you were but let’s just say the rest of the band had been doing this thing where they’d been trying to figure out your couple name ever since.

Still you didn’t know how to act around them. Especially since you’d left like your ass was on fire. Unlike with the whole girlfriend thing, the two of you didn’t get the chance to talk even a little after that. It felt like life was pulling the both of you in so many directions what were you even supposed to say. Sure the guys managed to squeeze their jokes in but other than that nothing.

You’d had photo shoots and meetings and just all kinds of shit. Sure this was definitely the life you wanted and you kind of appreciated the distraction. Didn’t mean you wanted to keep living in limbo with him. So it’s not like you’d been avoiding him so much as finding the time to have serious conversations was kind of not there.

At the same time it’s like were you even prepared for whatever he had to say. You don’t give a guy head and then make out with him for him to stop and start with ‘I just don’t think-‘ and expect him to say something not terrible. Especially not a guy like Colin. Even if you were holding out hope.

You knew his track record going into it. Which is why those rules had been in place. You’d been around a thousand Colin’s. You knew how it went. It was hit it and quit it every time. What made you different. If he really wanted to talk he would have. Nothing had ever kept him from telling you dumb shit all the time. Suddenly he couldn’t text?

Whatever. You didn’t even want to care. This was about the music. It was your fault anyway. You’d known better than to get tangled up in him but you’d done it anyway. You’d just have to live with that.

“So what are we doing tomorrow?” He asked.

You shrugged with a sigh. “I dunno. Was just thinking about keeping a low profile. I’m not really feeling it right now.”

Ryan frowned. “You know Colin doesn’t care,” he replied with a chuckle. “You know how he gets.”

“That’s fine,” you replied with a small smile with a shrug, bringing your glass of whiskey up to your lips. Thank goddess for an open bar, though, right. At least that would help you through the night.

“Okay so,” Colin said finally coming over to plop down beside you on a barstool,“how we feeling about an after party?”

You shrugged while him and Ryan started talking it over. If anything you’d probably go back to the hotel but whatever.

You rested your chin on your fists as the boys talked. It’s not that you wanted to be sad girl right now. You should be the happiest you’d ever been and you were but fuck this is gonna sound so lame but you missed your best friend. But no you forgot to wear underwear and now apparently neither of you knew how to act around each other.

“What about you?” He asked. “You know we’re no good without our fearless leader.”

“I thought this was a party,” you said setting your glass down. “I didn’t realize I was leading you into battle.”

Colin chuckled. “Oh it’s us against the world, Baby. There’s always a war.” He winked as he grabbed your glass. Not even phased when you protested and made grabby hands for it. “I’ll get you a new one if you say yes.”

“Eat a dick,” you grumbled then tried to get the bartender’s attention.

“Who pissed in your iced coffee?” He asked with a chuckle. “Come on. It’ll be fun. Better than whatever the fuck this is.” Can’t argue with that.

You shrugged. “I’ll see. I’m kinda tired.”

He pouted. “Don’t be a party pooper. Come on. Don’t you wanna hang with us. Keep us out of trouble.”

“Keep him out of trouble,” Ryan corrected making you laugh.

“Yes. Fine. Keep me out of trouble.” He rolled his eyes dramatically. “Come on. I’ll make it worth it.”

“How?” You asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Well,” he started as he thought, “I’m already taking you out for breakfast tomorrow so that’s out.”

“You are?” You asked with a chuckle. This was news to you.

“Um, duh,” he said before poking your side. “Why wouldn’t I?”

You shrugged. “I dunno. It’s not that serious.”

Colin sighed, rolling his eyes. “Come on. I promise it’ll be fun.” He nudged you. Then his face softened. “Do you really not wanna go?”

No, but even though you were irritated with him you still felt like a lovesick puppy. And his eyes had gotten all romantic looking. It was so hard not giving in to him.

That’s how you found yourself out in the New York air. Crossing your arms in front of you. “What’s this?” You asked as you walked up to a limo.

“Our ride,” he said, into your ear.

“Hey, Colin,” the woman greeted him with a smile as she walked passed to get in. “You coming?”

He had the nerve to smile at you all brightly as he grabbed your arm. “Isn’t this cool,” he said as he sat beside her. You on the other side of him. Why didn’t you just go back to the fucking hotel when you had the chance.

The entire way to the party was filled with them laughing and talking. The entire time you were thinking say something, anything, but no you sat there awkward as hell. Ryan and your drummer James were sort of trying to include you while your rhythm guitarist Parker had decided to go to the hotel. You wish you’d just gone with him. You knew that’d be your first mistake.

You hated being in such a sour mood. Especially with so many people around. “You want a drink or something?” Colin asked into your ear, trying to talk over the loud music. You sighed, putting on another smile on as you nodded.

You tried to follow behind him, but this place was crowded. Looking back you saw that Ryan and James were no longer next to you either. Shit. Way to make this situation better, right.

Well Colin was right at least. This was better than that place crawling in suits. You walked along trying to find at least one of the men you came with and you were officially over it. Then you saw the balcony and decided to check out there next.

The fresh air was kind of nice. Maybe you just needed to clear your head for a minute. Hell you were ready to go to bed anyway.

Maybe tomorrow you’ll spend the day in the city. Doing whatever you wandered upon. No thinking about the next few months and how everything’s going to go from zero to one hundred. Not that you weren’t looking forward to it, but for now you wanted to welcome a little bit of peace.

Hopefully there’d be no thoughts about a certain guitar player either. That you doubt, but you could try. You yawned and groaned. Fuck it you’re leaving.

“Of all the people I thought I might see tonight,” a familiar voice said before you could get inside.

That voice made you stiffen. Then you started groaning as you turned to face him. “As if my night couldn’t get any worse. What are you even doing here?”

“What you think you’re the only one that gets invited to parties?” He asked.

When you’d parted from your last band, it wasn’t exactly the nicest situation. You always made your rule clear even if you’d broke it with Colin. Even with him it’s not like he did what Andrew did.

Things had been going okay with them, but it was nothing like now. This time around it felt so real. Like musically you were meant to be. Maybe that’s why you didn’t want to ruin things by blowing up even if Colin was sending you enough mixed signals to write an album about.

Back then though. It wasn’t like this. Yeah you liked your other bandmates back then, but with Colin, Ryan, and James it almost felt like a family. You all meshed. You all got along. Despite everything going on you loved them.

With Andrew’s band there was never a connection. You played. You went home. Over and done with. So the night he corned you, trying to kiss you it came out of nowhere. When you told the rest of them didn’t care. You were replaceable. Then you saw that flyer and decided to say fuck it and quit.

“What are you doing here?” He asked now, taking out a cigarette.

You shrugged. “That’s none of your business.”

He scoffed. “Heard you guys got signed. Who’d you sleep with to manage that?”

“Well, it wasn’t you.”

He rolled his eyes. “Who you here with? The new guys you’re blowing?”

You clenched your jaw before taking a deep breath. He didn’t know. Who the fuck cares. So you started walking away because you really did not give two shits.

“Yeah, my friend Dina was telling me you fucked her ex,” he said.

Your back stiffened as you stopped. Closing your eyes. God you wanted to scream at him, but he wasn’t worth the trouble. Wasn’t worth causing a scene. That’s what you told yourself last time and that’s what you were telling yourself now.

“Yeah said she walked in on you too,” he said coming up behind you.

“Dina doesn’t know what what she’s talking about.” You took a deep breath then bit your tongue, but still didn’t turn to face him.

“Well she sure had a lot to say. About how much of a whore you turned into after being a little tease.”

You closed your eyes suddenly feeling sick. You shouldn’t let it get to you. You knew it but fuck. This is why you didn’t do this. You didn’t need the drama.

“Dude, fuck off,” you finally said wrapping your arms around yourself as tried walking away again, trying to tune out whatever shit was spewing out of his mouth.

Promising yourself that you wouldn’t cry. Eyes finally catching Colin’s as he did a grin spread and then quickly fell from his face. Standing around the same girl from earlier. At least he managed to keep up with her.

He started walking towards you without a word and seeing his way was the only way towards the exit there was no avoiding him. That’s when you felt fingers grabbing at your wrist. Twisting your arm so you had no choice but to face him.

In between the, “you little sl-“ and Colin pushing him away from you, you’d ended knocking into someone. Beer spilling on the front of your dress. Way to make a shitty moment even worse guys. This was a fucking loan. Thanks for that. Fuck tonight just wasn’t your night huh.

“I’m so sorry,” a drunk girl slurred, putting her hands on your shoulders.

“No it’s okay,” you sighed feeling your eyes prickle with tears. Fuck you hated it. Your chest suddenly feeling tight. You had to get the fuck out of here.

As soon as you made it to the elevator you took a deep breath. Closing your eyes and leaning down the wall as the doors closed.

“What the hell was that?” Colin said. You squeezed your eyelids. The little bit of frustration that had left, coming back in an instant. “Did he hurt you?” He asked, grabbing your hand. “What the hell happened?”

“Stop,” you said, snatching it away. “Just… stop.” Your heart felt like it was sinking into your chest. You just wanted to eat and shower snd sleep. Fine fuck it. Shower and sleep. You’ll eat in the morning. You just wanted Colin to stop following you and for him to shut up.

“Hey!” He stopped you as soon as you got off. “What’s wrong? Just tell me what happened.”

You scoffed and rolled your eyes. “You don’t have to pretend to care okay.” You shrugged. “You weren’t thinking about me ten minutes ago.”

“What do you mean I was looking all over for you,” he said furrowing his eyebrow.

You rolled your eyes again. Ugh it felt like you couldn’t stop. “Yeah, it sure looked like it.”

“I was. You can ask Ryan and James. Alyssa was helping me.”

“Do you think I’m fucking stupid, Colin?” You asked raising your eyebrow. “I get it. We messed around and you’re a fuckboy or whatever. It’s not like I was expecting to be different or something. You do this all the time. That’s fine but you don’t have to pretend like you give a shit. And I’m the fucking idiot for thinking you would because I thougt-” your voice broke as you just shook your head and walked away.

Colin stood there looking stunned. Feeling like he was one second away from puking. Finally taking a deep breath when he realized that if he didn’t catch up to you know you’d get into a taxi without him.

“Wait, Y/N,” he called out.

But you didn’t turn around. Heart thumping in your chest. You blew out your cheeks and rested your head against the window. Feeling there was a lump in your throat.

You felt like such a baby. All teary eyed in a cab. Red eyed as you made your way to your room. Crying in the shower. Then not stopping as you settled into bed. And for what. You fucking up the one thing you always told yourself. Listening to your stupid vagina. And your heart as much as you hated to admit it.

Not only was it stressful to think about what this would do for the band, but you and Colin had really built up the best connection. Now what happens. You’re not gonna get that with someone else. And that was the worst part.

Your eyes were so heavy, but you were suddenly so awake. All that complaining about being tired. Now look you can’t even sleep. Your head felt too heavy. Nose too stuffy, too.

You scrolled through your phone. And may or may not have done a small dive into who this Alyssa girl could be. Then message after message started rolling in now that it was a little passed midnight. You’d get to them in the morning. You’d also stole his weed pen so you could relax a little bit.

So. Sucks to be him.

That’s when you heard the door open. Stomach flipping and mouthing, ‘fuck.’ Dropping your phone because if you could pretend you were asleep maybe he’d leave you fuck alone. Ugh he probably got the key from the front desk.

The television was still on and it’s not like he’d never walked in on you sleep in front of the TV before so he’d think nothing of it. Your back was facing the door so it’s not like he could see you. You’ll take your chances.

You heard crinkling and him shuffling a little, but you were mostly trying to be quiet. A few moments later you heard him getting down on his knees beside you. “Hey,” he whispered into your ear before kissing your temple.

Nope. Go away.

“I know you’re awake you little thief.” He chuckled, but then stopped when he realized you clearly weren’t giving in. Turning over away from him. Colin took a deep breath. “Babe, I’m sorry.”

Your eyebrow raised. Okay so maybe you weren’t expecting that.

“I’m sorry I lost you tonight,” he sighed. “I’m sorry for not talking about things sooner. And if I made you think there was anything going on with me and Alyssa. Who does not like me by the way. She’s into Ryan,” he added, with a chuckle.

You snorted out a laugh. “Seriously?” Finally breaking your silence.

“Uh huh.” He laughed. “I know right. They kept dragging me between them once he found out. I felt like I was in fucking middle school.”

Then it got quiet.

“I’m sorry if I made you think you were just a booty call,” he finally said.

Your eyes opened, but you still didn’t turn to face him. You weren’t really sure what you were supposed to say or do if you did.

“You have always been more than a booty call. I get that I’ve done things before, but I’d never treat you like that. Why do you think we haven’t had sex. I couldn’t have our first time be on that gross fucking couch.”

… fair.

Ugh.

UGH.

You wanted to pull his hair. Not even in the sexy way. He was so annoying. Why couldn’t you just have been asleep so you could have been mad at him for a little longer.

Colin didn’t wait for you to respond as he got in behind you. Scooping you into his arms from behind. “You’re my best friend, Baby. I’d never fuck us up. I don’t wanna lose you.” Then he started kissing your cheek softly.

“You’re so annoying,” you mumbled, but still didn’t turn over.

“Maybe,” he said. “But it’s cuz I can’t stand when you’re mad at me.” He sighed wrapping you up in his arms. “Remember that one time? And it was just over lyrics.” He chuckle. Then when he realized you weren’t laughing he sighed again. “I promise I’ll make tomorrow better. Well today. Or whatever. You know what I mean.”

“I’m surprised you didn’t run in here on some I have to be the first shit.” You finally turned to look at him and he was quick to kiss your forehead. Eyes ask puffy. Nosy really stuffy. He didn’t care. Just wanted to have his lips on you.

“I am, but now I can’t stop apologizing.” He chuckled. “I really am sorry.”

“We can work on your road to forgiveness plan.”

“As long as you’re the one paving it I’ll do whatever it takes.”

You rolled your eyes. “You’re so corny.”

“Maybe.” He chuckled. “I’m just trying to get you to smile.”

You sniffled. God he was so annoying. “I know.”

He looked at you softly before swiping his lips across yours. “Okay now I’m gonna be the first person. Happy birthday, Baby.”

Another sniffle as you couldn’t stop yourself from chuckling softly. “Thank you. How do you know you’re the first?”

“Oh you’re cool because all our little fan girls are wishing you a happy birthday,” he said with a laugh.

“You’re just jealous.”

“Never. You deserve it.”

“Stop being such a fucking sap right now.” You whined pushing him away.

“Nope. I actually have a surprise for you,” he said, letting go so he could get out of bed. “No peeking!” Then he kissed your cheek again.

Of course you weren’t gonna listen, but since he wasn’t made of glass you couldn’t see. His body blocking whatever view you may have had. Just heard the flicker of a lighter.

“So, I was gonna go with the old fashioned flowers and chocolate for an apology,” he started. “But since it’s your birthday,” he said as he turned around with a little cake in his hands, freshly lit numeral candles on top.

As he softly started to sing happy birthday you felt yourself tearing up again. Of course he had to do something like this. Sappy asshole. Just had to make it impossible to stay mad at him.

Now you were sitting with your legs criss crossed applesauce across from him. Not being able to help the smile that spread across your face.

“Make a wish, Baby,” he said. As you blew out the flame he looked at you softly. That same stupid romantic look in his eyes. And it was like you couldn’t help yourself as you started to lean in. Lips connecting and it almost felt relieving. 

Colin pulled away for a minute to set the cake on the night stand. Going back to you he pull you onto his lap. Lips moving against yours as you wrapped your arms around his neck then put your hands in his hair.

He laid you down. Thumb stroking your cheek. Tongues finally meeting. Kisses deep. Now sleep was the farthest thing from your mind. You just wanted to feel him.

All of the thoughts about how that was it had melted away. If he was going to be serious about this than you wanted it. Wanted him. “Colin,” you whimpered. His lips going against your throat.

“What do you want, Baby?” He asked in a whisper.

“You.”

Clothes started to be removed. Hands and lips going to intimate spots. Like between your legs as he made sure your pussy would be ready for him. His mouth touching you just how you needed. Moans and sighs spilling from your lips.

“Y/N, Baby,” he whispered as he wrapped his arm around your leg so he could spread you open for him. Getting snug between your thighs as he lined himself up. “You sure? We don’t have-“

You cut him off with a kiss. He obviously got the message as he started to push into you. The head of his cock already making your head spin.

“Colin,” you whimpered against his lips.

“That’s it,” he said. “It’s okay. I got you.”

You nodded and moaned, foreheads resting against each other. Looking into those soft blue eyes as he inched in. “Ah,” you squeaked.

“You’ve got this,” he whispered into your ear as he finally bottomed out. Staying still for a moment so you could could used to him. Fuck he was big. You don’t think you’d ever felt this full before.

Hips rocking slowly as his lips went back to yours again. “Colin,” you whimpered again.

“So fucking beautiful,” he whispered as he looked down at you.

“More?”

“Tell me what you do want, Baby. I’ll do anything you want.”

“Harder. Please.” Fuck you felt desperate. He was just filling you up so good. Just how you needed him.

He pressed his lips to yours as he started getting deeper. Rolling his hips into yours. Then pushing your arm above your head with his hands holding yours down.

“Right there!” You pulled away with a gasp.

“Where?” He asked into your ear not stopping what he was doing before pulling your earlobe between his teeth. Nibbling on it. Making your eyes go blurry.

“Oh,” you let out another little squeak. That wasn’t good enough for Colin, though. He wanted you to scream his name.

He raised up off of you. Getting on his knees and pushing your legs up by your ears. Hands on the back of your thighs.

Every time he went in, your body bounced from the force. Pussy squeezing him tight. He looked between you seeing the way your wetness covered him. “Fuck,” he groaned. “Pussy even prettier with my dick in it.”

Why was he doing this to you. Was it not enough that he was about to turn you inside out? He had to talk to you like that too. Why was he trying to ruin you like this. He was fucking you like he wanted to be the only man to fuck you. Maybe he did. Maybe you wanted him to be.

“Ah, ah, ah, ah!” You cried out

“That’s it. That’s what I like to fucking hear. Doing so good for me, Baby,” he groaned. “Gonna fuck you all night. Keep you full a me. Want that?”

“Uh huh,” was all you could say. Your orgasm was hitting you so hard. “Colin. I’m cumming.” It was like you were weeping. “Oh my god.”

“Fuck yeah,” he groaned as your pussy tightened around him. Orgasm gushing out of you. “That’s my girl,” he said as he put his hand on your clit. Coaxing it out even more. “Keep cumming for me, Baby. That’s it.”

It happened so quickly. One minute he was fucking into you and then the next his face was between your thighs. If he was trying to make you squirt he got his wish. Your legs shaking, body spasming as he forced you there.

You covered your eyes with your hand just as he pushed back into you. Where he grabbed your arm to push it up so you were no longer covered. “Don’t you ever cover yourself, you hear me,” he said as he started fucking into you again. “I want you to look at me when I make you cum.” He put his lips against your chin.

Fuck. This was gonna be a long night.

You don’t know how many times you’d orgasmed. Just that it felt like once they started they didn’t stop. Just the way he was getting you there and trying to keep you there was almost too much. As soon as he came in you, you were ready to pass out. Your body officially worn out. But forced yourself to use the bathroom before bed even though walking really didn’t seem like a great option at the moment.

Then you got back in his arms. Snuggling into him. Colin holding you tight. It felt like where you were supposed to be.

As the sunlight broke, you were so worn out that you stayed like that for a minute. Him waking up first with your head tucked under his chin. Yawning and checking the time. Not that he cared. He’d stay like this for as long as you wanted him to.

When you started to stir, he nuzzled you with his nose. Kissing your forehead gently. “Morning, Birthday Girl,” he whispered in a raspy voice.

You moaned and stretched. Putting your head in his neck again. “Not yet.”

He chuckled. “We have to get to brunch.”

“There’s always dinner. I’m tired.”

He smacked your butt. “No, no, no. I’m not letting you sleep the day away. I gotta make up for yesterday.”

“Make up for yesterday by being my pillow. And we can have sex in between.”

Colin laughed softly. “As tempting as that is, we gotta get up.”

You took a deep breath out your nose. “Fine, but I get to pick off your plate.”

“When do you not?” He rubbed your back. Colin reached over to grab his phone to check the time. “Wait, what the fuck,” he chuckled.

“What?” You asked, with a yawn.

“James said, ‘I’m happy for you guys really but we’re going to breakfast without you if you don’t hurry up. Happy birthday y/n.”

You laughed. “What?”

“The one before it was stop having sex we’re hungry. Ryan said, ‘Colin stop being the Yoko Ono of this ba-‘I’m the Yoko On- oh now they’re fighting about it.”

You snorted. “They’re gonna argue about this all day, aren’t they?”

“Yeah probably.” Colin laughed.

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