#colin shea x female reader

[justalonelyslytherin]

What A Shirt Can Tell

Pairing: Colin Shea x female Reader

Summary: 5+2 times Colin asked 'Is that my shirt?' plus the one time he got asked it. Aka a look through the journey of Colin and his girl, each in which his shirts play an important role.

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol consumption, mentions of sleeping together, pregnancy (last 2 scenes)

Wordcount: 7.1 k

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A/N: Is it already August? Huh, wasn't it only easter a couple weeks ago? No? Well my bad, but here is finally the last of the requests I asked for that time. Thank you @drabblewithfrannybarnes for the amazing prompt! This turned into a bigger endeavor than I had anticipated but I loved both the prompt and any minute of writing it. Hopefully, you'll enjoy it just as much <3 Dividers are by the talented @/firefly-graphics

His shirt was gone, Colin was sure of it. He had spent more time searching for the stupid piece of fabric than he’d liked to admit. Where had it gone? Had he misplaced it in his apartment? He wasn’t that messy. Had someone stolen it? Who would steal just a shirt and leave everything else behind? 

There was no explanation for Colin why he couldn’t find the damn thing. Not that he didn’t have anything else to wear. He wanted to wear this shirt in particular. It was one of his favorites and – call him superstitious – it was his lucky shirt.

With a huff, he gave up. There was no finding it and he had a feeling that it wouldn’t be found in his apartment either. Not particularly happy at the prospect of having to wear something else, Colin went for his second most valued shirt and pulled it on.

Because running late also wasn’t an option today. Not if he wanted to get on the good side of his band members and keep his wallet from being depleted. He had to buy them drinks for being late one too many times already.

Turned out that all he needed to find his shirt was to leave his apartment. There in the hallway nowhere else than on her. 

“Morning Colin,” she called out as he pulled the door closed behind him. 

“Morning–” he stopped, startled by her choice of clothing. Funny, that looked exactly like his– wait a minute. Colin squinted trying to figure out if that truly was his shirt and perhaps he also stared a little too long.

“Is that my shirt?” He blurted out, causing her to freeze. Glancing down her own body at the shirt, Colin could see her brows furrow. He walked over to her to inspect the shirt closer.

“That is my shirt,” he confirmed, pulling at the fabric on her stomach, eyeing the fabric, the way it was washed out. Just in the way his shirt was. There was even the small bleach stain when he’d spilled the bottle right into his basket.

As he looked up at her again, fabric absentmindedly rubbing between his fingers, she was puzzled. Colin couldn’t help but grin in amusement.

“Did you steal that from me?” 

Watching her become so flustered amused him greatly. He laughed as she started to babble excuses for it, denying all claims of thievery. 

“It’s ok. I must have left it in the washer.” “I’ll go change,” she mumbled apologetically but he shook his head.

“No need for that.

It is my favorite shirt though, so maybe give it back once you got your joy out of it?” he mumbled, a crooked smile on his lips.

“I’ll do, promise.”

Nodding he glanced at his watch, cursing that he was now running late. Again.

Colin’s nap was rudely interrupted by a knock on his front door. Once he didn’t answer the first time, it sounded again. With a groan, he released the pillow he’d been hugging to his chest and slowly sat up.

“Come in! It’s open.”

Still busy rubbing the sleep out of his eyes and yawning, he didn’t see her enter his apartment at first.

“You know that’s gotta stop.” “What’s gotta stop?” He asked, standing up and stretching. His bare state of clothing flustered her, as she quickly turned away from him.

“Don’t you have anything to wear?!”

“I’m not naked,” he butted in.

“But not dressed either!” Wanting to indulge her, he grabbed the discarded shorts by the side of his couch and slipped into them.

“Better?” Carefully she looked behind her, peeking at him. She huffed a little, seeing he still lacked a shirt, but decided it was better than nothing.

“Now what were you saying?” Looking at her in question, Colin patiently waited for the answer. It seemed to have been rather dire the way she hadn’t even greeted him. Now however she seemed unable to get the words out.

Her eyes flitted through his space, teeth nibbling at her bottom lip as she contemplated. Then they locked onto something. 

“If you keep using my apartment and me to get rid of your nightly companions I want compensation.” She looked at him, crossing her arms before her chest. 

Colin spluttered in surprise, the laugh falling from his lips. “Compensation? Do you want me to make you breakfast whenever I come over? Or lunch?”

“No.”

“No? Then uh…” Well, he wasn’t sure what else he could offer her.

“I’m going to take this as payment.” With that, she walked past him and bent down toward his laundry basket, in which his freshly washed shirts rested. He had been too lazy to put them away. As she stood back up she clutched a shirt of his in her hands. 

“My shirt?” He asked her.

“Yep.” 

If that's what she wanted, Colin wasn’t going to argue. Even if he couldn’t understand why exactly she wanted one of his shirts.

“That’s all?” 

His words made her stop and think. Colin started to grin at the way her eyebrows furrowed and her nose scrunched up in concentration. It was cute. She was cute.

“Well, you don’t seem to be able to offer me much otherwise.”

“Ouch,” he winced, grabbing his chest in mock hurt.

“You know I just got paid, let me take you out.” 

She looked at him with big eyes.

“I take you out now and you can have as many shirts as you want as long as I have enough to wear too, deal?”

Colin held his hand out for her, waiting on her decision. Chewing her bottom lip she seemed to contemplate the offer. In the end, she nodded and put her hand in his. They shook hands.

“Deal. You can keep hiding in my apartment and I’m allowed to steal your shirts.”

A deal made, she patiently waited for him to shrug on a shirt plus shoes and grab his wallet. Together they walked out of his apartment. 

“But why the shirts? No judgment, I’m just curious.” Colin asked as they walked down the stairs together.

“Keeps creepy guys away if they think I’m taken,” she answered with a shrug and a smile. 

“Huh,” he mumbled, watching her from the corner of his eye. He knew mayhaps a better solution for that.

Sunlight crept into the room through the cracks in the blinds, illuminating the room sporadically. Pouring over the bed the light cast long lines across the bedding, warming her cheek and arm. 

All could have been fantastic on this cozy, beautiful morning had the light not come from the wrong side of the room. This small, lone fact was the reason she couldn’t drift off into sleep once more. Instead, she carefully opened up her eyes, first one and then the other, and peered into the room that was not hers.

It looked familiar. It was, as she noticed the guitar leaning against a chair and a strong, warm pair of arms wrapped around her, that she remembered – or rather realized – where she was. 

Colin’s. 

Right. They’d been out yesterday evening.

Colin had taken her out, they’d eaten at the promenade and walked through the park to a cheap but excellent cocktail bar. That’s how she ended up in this bed.

Well, she had planned to end up in his living room, lured in by Colin’s offer to let the final part of the evening fade out with the comfort of his couch under her butt, a cool beer in her hand, and perhaps a little drunken serenade with his guitar.

Judging how the guitar remained in its stand, seemingly untouched, they had skipped the serenade and gone straight for the tumble in the sheets.

As she sunk back into the mattress, Colin curled around her back, his breath tickling her bare shoulder, she thought that this was something she could get used to.

Falling back asleep seemed easy at that moment, weren’t it for her stomach grumpily disrupting the – not so early – morning peace.

“Colin, come on!” She whined, pouting at the brunette opposite her. He only grinned, wallet pulled from his pocket as he shook his head.

“Nope. I invited you so I pay.”

“I don’t want to be indebted..”, she muttered quietly, not noticing the frown that momentarily crossed his face.

“Hey, now. Nothing of this ‘being in debt’, you aren’t. But if you so badly want to do something in return you can.”

“I can?” 

He nodded at her, thinking hard for a couple of moments. “How about you treat us to breakfast tomorrow morning?”

She snorted quietly but thought about it. “Alright. Hangover breakfast is on me tomorrow morning.”

That memory of the previous evening made her whine quietly. She wasn’t in the slightest mood to get dressed appropriately enough to leave the confines of Colin’s apartment. Leaving the house was too much work.

Hungry she was nonetheless and her annoyingly vocal stomach wouldn’t let her forget it either. Once more it grumbled, gurgling louder than the first time, a steadily growing monster waiting to be fed. 

She froze but Colin didn’t rouse in the slightest and so, after waiting a couple more ticks of the clock – there was no way the grump that demanded to be fed could wait any longer – she gradually wiggled out of his grip and climbed from his bed.

Their clothes were strewn in all directions of the room, she wasn’t even sure it was all of them. One however stood out. It was the shirt he had worn the previous evening. And even though she spied her shirt just beside it, it was the former she grabbed and lazily shrugged on. 

When Colin awoke two things were out of place. One, he had expected to wake up with company. There was a pang in his chest at the cool and empty sheets ruffled around his waist, clearly used by another body but long left behind.

He’d been so sure that what he understood to be going on between them, what he felt was budding, was mutual. Now he wasn’t so sure anymore. Perhaps he had read into it too much, perhaps he had run ahead at a pace she wouldn’t go. 

But then there was the second thing out of place. If he was alone, which he assumed, where was this delicious smell coming from? He couldn’t mope in his disappointment for long, his stomach faster than his brain.

Stumbling out of bed, he grabbed his boxers, discarded at the foot of the bed. Every other clothing forgotten or ignored in favor of finding the source of this heavenly smell. 

Even more amazing than the smell of breakfast was the sight before him, as he descended the couple of steps into the main space of his apartment. There he found his fled bed buddy and what a sight to behold she was.

It was simple, her state of dress and style. Hair down, ruffled in the back from their canoodling and sleep following it, barefoot and barely dressed. In fact, as Colin stepped closer – sneaking up on her, as she hadn’t noticed him yet – he observed the single item of clothing she was wearing closer.

“Is that my shirt?” He asked with a grin and a raised brow, leaning against the wall that closed off the kitchen halfway. Her head snapped around, eyes briefly widening as she looked him up and down. Colin’s grin grew, he bit on his lower lip and relished in the way she eyed him.

A low moan slipped past his lips as he got his confirmation, she was wearing his shirt. It triggered something in him, something innate and primal. Not to mention the arousal coursing through his veins at the look, but there was more. He never wanted to see a different sight than her in his shirt. 

She shrugged her shoulders, finished with eyeing him up and thinking of a calm but clever answer. “You don’t like it? Want me to take it off?” 

Colin growled quietly, his eyes darkening. Pushing off the wall he stalked up to her until they were nose to nose, toes to toes.

“I like it more than I can express, don’t want to see you ever again in anything else.” His words took her breath, a small gasp left her lips as she glanced up at him. There was no doubt in her that he meant every word he said. 

“Although I can’t decide if I want you to keep it on so I can savor the look or if I want to rip it off of you right now.” 

A shiver ran down her spine, tension coiling in her stomach. It was palpable, the air thick with crackling energy, tiny bolts sizzling between them.

The smell of food and the crackle of the stove brought her back. Clearing her throat she motioned toward the cooking breakfast.

“Food first.”

Colin hummed, coming impossibly closer to her. “Food first, then dessert.” His fingers tugged at the hem of the shirt. With a boyish grin on his lips, he tried to peek down the collar, all the while his fingers contradictory tried to tug the shirt up to get a peek elsewhere.

With a laugh she pushed his hands off, turning back towards the stove and Colin sighed in playful defeat.

“Come on Shea, don’t be a coward,” Colin murmured under his breath, chin tucked close to his chest as he hopped from one foot to the other in front of his door. “It’s just a shirt.”

Said shirt in his hands felt like it was made out of lead. It wasn’t the material that weighed so much but the implication behind it. Which, in truth, was even more stupid than if in his hand he had a shirt actually made out of lead.

Time had passed since he had last seen her wear his shirt that morning in his kitchen. Time in which the two of them had gone on many more outings – dates they’d agreed to name them – crowned with the agreement of going steady. 

And while Colin had gained a girlfriend, he had lost the previous agreement of compensation, her need for cashing in the demand for one of his shirts void. Instead of hiding in her apartment from his flavors of the night, the two of them either woke up together in one of their apartments or met for a shared breakfast.

There was no way Colin would ever want to go back to how it was before, but he did have to admit that he missed having her come in to collect her payment and he missed it even more to see her wear one of his shirts just casually. So he was going to do something about it. 

Today.

Right now.

With a sigh and a crack of his neck following the roll of his shoulders, he turned the doorknob and strode out of his apartment. Right across the hallway, past the staircase and to her door, opposite of his. 

She was lounging on her sofa, caught up in the depths of a book as Colin sauntered down the four steps into the living space. It was right about then that he stopped as if he had slammed into an invisible wall. 

Surprised, he asked, “Is that my shirt?” 

Dropping the book into her lap, she looked up at him but all Colin could focus on was the print of the – clearly too big – shirt on her frame. He hadn’t expected to see her wearing a shirt of his. He hadn’t even noticed it was gone.

“What…when did you..” he muttered, scratching the back of his head in bafflement, too dumbfounded to end the train of thought let alone the sentence.

In amusement she snorted at her stunned boyfriend, smiling and feeling a sense of pride and triumph.

“Took you long enough to realize,” she grinned at him, happy how good of a job she had done. It was then she noticed the fabric in his hand, hanging limply at his side.

“Did you steal more of my shirts?” 

Instead of answering, she asked her own question. “What’s that?” 

Colin’s eyes followed hers, zeroing in on the shirt in his hands. He hadn’t forgotten it, okay he might have, but his reasons were good! Now he raised the newly discovered article of clothing in his hand, his mission coming back to mind.

“I, ugh- I wanted to give you this to..” He sighed, whining at the look of delight on her face, “Stop it!”

“Stop what?”

“Enjoying this so much!” He growled, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. She laughed as Colin stalked towards her. Plopping down on the sofa beside her he contemplated if it was worth it to try to tickle her.

She had a mean kick, a fact he had regrettably learned through firsthand – foot – contact. It was an experience he had no need to relieve a second time.

“I’m sorry, you are just too cute,” she muttered, leaning over to press a kiss to his lips. Colin hummed and chased the softness of her lips.

“Kiss me some more and I might forgive you.” “Forgive me?” She taunted, a brow raised in mock as her eyes glinted with mischief. 

“Yeah. That or you can tell me since when you have this and why I haven’t seen you wear it until now.” Her wearing his clothes had an undeniable reaction on Colin. He couldn’t get enough of the sight. It was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen only second to her beauty when she lay sweaty and naked beneath him.

His words made her roll her eyes, but the smile never faltered. “Colin you obviously haven’t paid close enough attention, I’ve been wearing your shirts nonstop.”

“Really?”

“Yeah really. If you had been not so busy trying to get me naked every chance you get–”

“–I didn’t hear you complaining before!” With another eye roll, she leaned forward and kissed him again, mainly to shut him up.

“As I was saying, I’ve been wearing them fairly regularly. I snuck a shirt or two out of your apartment a couple of times.” Admitting it suddenly made her shy.

Colin however looked at her entirely smitten. His arm wrapped around her, knuckles rubbing the space between her shoulder blades in comfort and to encourage her to continue.

“I like wearing them,” she admitted, chewing on her bottom lip, “they smell like you and that is comforting. And I kinda got used to it.”

Colin’s heart stuttered and swelled with warmth. “I love you.” 

The thought, no, the feeling had been lingering in him for a while now but there had never been the right time in his mind to tell her. But right now felt like the perfect time. He could no longer hold this a secret, not when she invoked such vivid feelings in his chest. Colin had never felt so deeply and strongly for anyone.

In surprise she sucked in her breath, the air whistling between her lips. She looked at him with widened eyes. Colin could see the various emotions flit over her eyes, her mind working at lightning speed to process the words. And once they finally did, warmth flooded her expression.

“I love you too,” she whispered softly, breathily.

Laughter intercrossed the patter of water against tiles and glass. The spray of liquid obscured the two bodies, ripples of steam rose from their feet and swirled upwards between their legs. The warm water softly cascaded down over them, hair soaked and clinging to their bare skin.

A soft giggle escaped her lips at the tickling breath crossing her shoulder. There was the scratch of stubble from Colin’s cheeks grazing her neck mixing into the sensation. He nosed along her shoulder, lips hovering just a breath away.

Yet it was his hands that drew the happy sounds out of her, the little giggles and bigger waves of laughter, and in between the little sighs as well. He was feeling her up, his hands restlessly traveling over the planes of her body, fingertips gently caressing the bare skin. If not for the warm spray of water he’d have reduced her to shivers. Alas, he hadn’t come that far yet.

All of it was slow and languid. They had all the time in the world. The rest of their lives. Now even more so as the matching bands on their hands twinkled in unison in the refracting lights. 

Colin took his time, arms wrapped around her, hands softly drawing up and down her sides. He was comfortably draped around her back, herself leaning into the hold, head resting on his shoulder. He couldn’t have been happier.

Focused entirely on the other, on their intimate togetherness, their bodies swayed softly following their natural rhythm, an instinctual dance.

A gasp left her as his lips pressed onto the column of her neck, trailing along to the crossing where her shoulder fused with her collarbone. The gasp turned into a breathless hum, kisses turning to small nibbles and soft strokes on her skin to hungry paws of her flesh. 

“Colin,” she hummed into the warm, steam-mottled air, eyes fluttering shut. His traveling hands halted just under the swell of her breast, thumbs drawing over the bottom most part of her curves.

“Yes, my love? My wife.” She felt him grin into the sentence, lips tugging upwards against her skin, emphasized by another nibble, this time at the edge of her jaw, just below her ear.

The term still felt new and unfamiliar but she was certain she’d find a quick liking to it, just as she had found to address him as her husband.

“Room Service is going to be there any moment now.”

“And?”

“Someone’ll need to answer them.”

“Can’t they just leave it outside the room? I’m sure they can wait.” He couldn’t see her brows furrow from his position but he heard the whine coming from deep within her chest.

“But breakfast… my caffeine.”

“You are such an addict,” he laughed against her skin, groping fingers briefly turning to tickle her sides. She squealed, hand reaching back to pinch him into the side making him yelp in surprise.

“If you want to keep your wife happy you better not stand up the room service with our breakfast.”

With a heavy-hearted sigh and droopily hanging shoulders Colin relented. “Alright, alright. You’ll get your breakfast,” he promised her, pressing one last kiss against her temple before his arms slid from her frame.

He was already halfway out of the shower when she called to him once more. As he turned around lips pressed against his, the kiss broken only by the obnoxious knock against their hotel room door.

A short exchange with the friendly hotel employee congratulating him on their wedding later, Colin was wheeling the trolley filled with deliciously smelling breakfast into their hotel room.

“Sweetheart, breakfast is here!” 

It took her less than two seconds to open the door of the bathroom and step out. And Colin? He had to do a double take, eyes raking over her form. He had the most gorgeous wife, he was sure of it and right now she looked like a goddess there to bless his life.

His eyes traveled up from her feet over her bare legs to the hem of…

“Is that my shirt?” He asked her, lips forming into a grin. It had become their little game, their inside joke, this one question. One question that had started their journey and let them on the path to happiness.

“Hm, no. It’s my husbands.” She hummed, lips parting in a cheeky grin as her fingers ran along the button facing of his dress shirt. The one he’d worn yesterday during their ceremony and the following celebration. 

She’d buttoned only two buttons in front of her chest, barely enough to keep her covered, a teasing amount of skin still peeking through. The ends of the shirt brushed against her upper thighs as she crossed the room.

Colin snorted in amusement, eyes never leaving her. He watched her with hunger in his eyes, a hunger that wasn’t directed at the food in front of him.

“Your husbands?” He asked, crossing his arms.

“Yep. He is the best.”

“He is?”

“Yeah, when he’s not taking forever with breakfast and keeping me from my morning caffeine at least.”

“Hey!” Colin laughed, reaching for her in playful anger. She squealed once more, jumping out of his reach, her laughter mixing with his.

“Okay, I take it back! I take it back, Colin!”

Still, he held her in his arms, hands grabbing her around her waist, the thin fabric of his shirt barely concealing the feel of her beneath his palms. Her arms wrapped around his neck, nimble fingers caressing the short hair at the back of his skull. A lazy grin settled on his lips as he took a long, appreciative look at her.

“You are beautiful,” he told her, leaning forward to capture her lips in another kiss. He’d never get enough of her, how she tasted. And as they parted once more, he glimpsed down, eyes peeking under his dress shirt. Groaning loudly, his hands slipped from her waist.

“Hurry up with your coffee, I’m hungry,” he moaned and she laughed.

“There’s an entire trolley full of food.”

“Not that kind of hungry.”

Colin lay on the couch in misery, the small fan before him blowing sadly through the room. More than moving some of the uncomfortably heated air through the room its power wouldn’t allow. There was no relief from the icky way he felt. 

It was hot, it was sticky, it was sweaty.

“When did the repair guy say again he’d be there?” He called out into the house, the effort almost taking too much energy from him as he poked out his tongue.

Even stripped down to his underwear he was barely standing the heat. Anything more simply too hot to wear, he was contemplating losing even the last fickle piece of clothing. Although it wouldn’t do much either.

“Tomorrow!” His wife's call came from somewhere in the house, but Colin was too lazy to track where from more closely.

“Tomorrow better be coming fast.” With a groan, he pushed off the coach, the floor beneath his feet disappointingly warm. More than sluggish steps he couldn’t muster as he trudged towards the kitchen. There he found her standing in front of the fridge.

“Cooling yourself off?” He asked, smirking as she was mostly hidden behind the opened door.

“I’m miserable,” she whined, her head peeking out from behind the door to look at him. Colin’s heart did a salto in his chest, a frown appearing on her lips immediately after.

“I’m sorry baby.” He was wishing he could aid her somehow, make her feel more comfortable. But alas Colin couldn’t even help himself feel more comfortable right now. It made him feel useless, the sensation heavy in his stomach even as he attempted to swallow it down.

She huffed, stepping back and closing the door before the fridge could start to beep. If only she could have it open forever, at least the fridge meant a small moment of alleviation. It was just their luck that the AC unit had to break during the height of summer.

“Colin this is all your fault,” she huffed again, pressing her hands to the small of her back as she swayed on the balls of her feet. Her complaints flew entirely over his head as Colin's eyes – and brain – zeroed in on one thing only. Everything else around him forgotten.

There it was, pulling all attention to it, the rather pronounced bump she was sporting, peeking out between the fabric of her shirt. He couldn’t believe it even now. Pregnant. Soon to be three, their family was going to add another person. She was growing a little him and her in there.

He wanted to fall to his knees and weep whenever the image hit him like it did now. He wanted to worship her, cradle her in his arms, carry her on his hands.

Mesmerized by the view, his fingers itched to touch her belly, to rub his hands all over it. He held back the urge, if only for the fact he knew it would make her feel even hotter than she was. Colin wasn’t about to make it even worse if he couldn’t help soothe her afterward. Then again, even with the AC working she’d been barely above feeling miserable before.

“You’ve almost got it baby. We’re on the last stretch.” It was a fickle reminder, a promise that it would be over sooner rather than later. But even that could only help so much when every minute felt like an eternity and every hour passed slower than the one before.

His eyes stayed focused on the continuously growing bump as she shifted, turning around to him and with her, the fabric around her body shifted too. It caught the edge of his attention, the glimpse of it startled him out of his focus as he eyed it closer for the first time.

“Is that my good dress shirt?” His brow raised in question and surprise. It was nothing new for her to wear his things but mostly she preferred his t-shirts over everything. And adding to it Colin was certain that shirt had been buried in the furthest corner of his wardrobe. He wasn’t even sure if it had seen the light of day since their wedding.

“Yeah,” she shrugged her shoulders, “I’m not going to cook in one of your shirts. It’s too warm and I’m miserable enough already.”

“I’m not complaining,” he snorted happily, now taking his time to eye her up and down.

“You’ll never get tired of ogling me, will you?”

“Nope.” Putting emphasis on the p Colin brightly grinned at her. “Not when you always look so smokin’ hot.” He couldn’t help it, he was fully attracted to her. And she wasn’t making it much easier for him, wearing only cotton panties and a tiny bralette beneath his unbuttoned shirt. Not to mention the changes in her body the pregnancy brought forth were an even bigger turn-on for him.

“Don’t even think of getting turned on right now. It’s too hot for that. If so, you can make do with your hand.” Her disgruntled words made him laugh and nod. 

“Come on, I have an idea to cool you down a little.”

“Is it a new, functioning AC unit?” She asked him full of undiluted hope, teeth coming down upon her bottom lip.

“Sorry baby.” He had to disappoint. Putting his hands on her shoulders and softly guiding her towards the living room Colin added, “You gotta make do with the fan until tomorrow. Now go sit down on the couch.”

She looked over her shoulder at him once more, her eyes searching for a cue. At last, she nodded, cutely waddling toward the living room. Colin already knew he’d miss this soon.

“It’s the ice cream man~” Colin’s sing-song voice carried over to her shortly after, her husband stepping into the living room moments later. In one hand he held two glasses, ice cubes sloshing in the liquid content, and in his other hand two packs of ice cream. Her heart leaped at the view of him. 

“You’re the best,” she murmured, gladly taking the ice cream from his hand and eagerly ripping the packaging open so she could get a taste of the sinfully cool treat. What had her hum more than the pleasure of the cool creamy sweetness on her lips was the cool press of glass that Colin held against her neck. Any other moment and she would have flinched away, now the groan that left her lips was almost obscene.

“You enjoying yourself?” He asked as he plopped down beside her, a mindful distance away. There was nothing more that she wanted than to cuddle into his side – besides a functioning AC maybe – but it was simply too warm.

“Oh yeah,” she muttered, too busy eating her ice cream to care much for anything else going on around her. So much in fact she pliantly let Colin maneuver her feet into his lap. Expertly he opened his own ice cream with the aid of his teeth.

“You and your skills,” she mused with a raise of her brow, “That’s what got us into this situation in the first place.” 

Colin snickered in amusement, shaking his head. He looked at her, eyes glinting in mischief as he took the first lick of his ice cream.

“Nah, I think you’re mistaken. Me not using this skill is what got us into this situation,” he answered cheekily, for a moment forgoing his own restraint to let his hand roam over her swollen middle. His heart always leaped in excitement whenever he felt the life growing there beneath his hand.

His darling wife eyed his hand, rolling her eyes at his words, and decided to enjoy her ice in peace. Colin kept his hand roaming a little more, disappointed when nothing roused beneath his hand and so he joined her in enjoying his ice cream.

Much later, after they’d eaten their ice cream and their glasses were almost empty, some last stubborn ice cubes refusing to melt in them, Colin had slouched down far enough on the couch to have pressed some tickling kisses against the edge of her rips and the swell of her bump. 

His glass, which he had mostly kept resting with his wrist on top of her feet, occasionally pressing the chilled glass against them to watch her sigh in relief, gave him an idea. 

One eye prying open as his ministrations had stopped, she watched him fish an ice cube out of the class.

A shiver ran down her spine at the ice-cold feel of the translucent cuboid that Colin pressed against her belly. If it weren’t feeling so nice she would scold him. It felt too good and so she instead watched him draw transparent shapes. They laughed in unison as someone at last stirred in her belly, movements and a kick becoming visible under her skin.

Colin felt bone-weary, ready-to-drop-dead tired. Exhaustion oozed from every pore of his being. With his eyes closed the greatest temptation right now was to simply fall asleep reclined on the couch where he sat. Work had been exhausting and while he enjoyed it with every ounce of his being there were moments he’d wished back to the time he’d been a struggling artist. Although if the choice were to arise he’d never actually go through with it. He’d never give up his life as it was, no way he’d ever leave them behind.

His lips curled upwards as he heard the shrill giggles coming closer, the shuffling feet in the hallway. Cracking one eye open, just in time, he watched his wife walk into the living room, their toddler propped on her hip.

With a grin powerful enough to split his face he opened his arms, holding them out in wanton for his baby. She laughed at him, rolling her eyes as he made grabby hands for both. Pointing towards him she diverted their little one's attention. Big blue eyes, the same as his, landed on him. In an instant that tiny little face split beaming, tiny limbs becoming wiggly.

“Alright, alright. You have no patience, just like your dad,” he heard her mutter to their little one in amusement. Both of them wiggled in unison, undivided happiness.

“Watch.” 

At first, Colin was confused, unsure what she meant. Quickly his confusion melted away, replaced by wonder and delight. Setting down the toddler, tiny hands securely clasped in her much bigger ones, Colin watched in amazement as plump little feet stumbled toward him. Clumsy yet determined their little one waddled over him, a look of concentration that had Colin’s heart grow exponentially.

And then those tiny hands, previously clasped in his wive’s, landed on his knees, grip surprisingly strong as he was used as a prop to stand. It was then that Colin noticed it.

“Is that my shirt?” he asked in surprise, looking up at his wife. How he’d missed the ginormous piece of fabric hanging from the much smaller frame of their toddler he had no idea. It was hilarious how the shirt swallowed the child almost entirely and it was as they cooed and looked around that he noticed the tie at their back, holding the shirt upon their frame. 

Colin snorted in amusement, watching as his wife plopped down beside him on the couch. In turn he leaned forward, hands shooting out to pull the toddler onto his lap in a surprise attack.

“It’s a little big don’t you think?” He teased with a raised brow, fingers tickling the little one. Their shrill laughter was music in his ears. Colin knew he’d never be able to get enough of this. These moments of pure delight, of happiness, and the best memories he’d ever be able to make.

“Only a little,” she agreed in amusement, fingers reaching out to fuss with their little ones' fringe. “Give it a couple of years and that shirt will fit just alright.”

Gasping in disagreement, Colin frowned and pulled the child against his chest, arms tightly wrapped around. His lips curled upwards at the happy giggles, fingers itching for another tickle attack. “How can you say that? No growing up, I won’t allow it!”

This in turn had her laugh and shake her head, “I don’t think that’s how it works Colin.”

For a short moment he looked actually stricken, brows furrowed in contemplation. The grin that spread across his face afterward meant nothing good. Suspicion arose in her as he leaned over to her, nose nuzzling her cheek before he pressed a kiss there.

“Guess we need another one then.”

“Another one?” She asked him in surprise. His eyes twinkled as he nodded, the look had her heart hammer in her chest and a warmth erupt in her stomach.

“Gotta make sure we always have one at that age, so we never run out of those moments.”

Laughter bubbled in her throat, crossing her lips in disbelief, “Let’s focus on one more first. It’s not you who has to endure it all for 9 months, dear husband.” 

But Colin didn’t listen, all he heard was one thing. “So that’s a yes?”

“Go sit down I’ll change ‘em,” Colin murmured into her ear, hand softly rubbing across her back as they trudged into their house. She sighed in thanks, first pressing a kiss onto their little one's cheek before Colin received a peck on the lips.

The second she plopped down on the couch, her shoes were off. Relief flooded her agitated toes, glad to be out of the tight confinements of her heels. It didn’t take long for Colin to return, still dressed dapperly as could be. He cleaned up exceptionally well and effortlessly, something she was ever jealous of. 

Their little one propped on his arm, he carried the little one holding their favorite toy. In the middle of the living room, he left the child down, which with an almost theatrically plop flopped down on their behind, playing by themselves.

Colin followed shortly after, plopping down equally theatrically beside her on the couch and with a yawn wrapped his arm around her. Happily, she snuggled against his side, head resting on his shoulder.

“It was fun,” she mused. Colin hummed, pressing a kiss onto her crown.

“It was, but also damn exhausting. Suddenly I understand the appeal of a childless wedding. No one can tell me that’s not to give all the poor parents a night off as much as it is for the couple.”

She snorted in agreement. While it had been fun attending their friends' wedding with their little one, it had been just as exhausting.

“How long do you think until they knock out?” 

“Could be minutes but could also be another hour or so.”

“Let’s hope for the first,” Colin murmured against her hair, pressing another kiss there as his thumbs caressed her side. 

There was no space between them left but that didn’t stop her from trying to snuggle even closer to her husband as she watched their little one play by themselves. As she did, she noticed something. Their little outfit had been replaced by nothing other than…

“Is that your shirt?” Colin beside her started to snicker, she could feel the proud grin practically against her temple.

“Took you long enough to notice,” amusement filled his voice as he taunted her, “You started something there baby.”

“I started it?”

“Yeah, you,” Colin emphasized the words by tapping his finger against her nose, winking at her, “I remember you putting my shirt on them and the rest is history.” 

He wasn’t entirely wrong. Ever since their little one would ask to wear the shirt again.

“I wasn’t about to deal with a tantrum by denying our overtired kiddo to wear the shirt instead of their jammies.”

That certainly had been a wise decision. They always could switch it out once they were fast asleep. One more thing Colin had inherited his firstborn. Sleeping like the dead.

“It was either the tee or my dress shirt.” Colin grinned at her as she snorted, shaking her head. “You know I’m pretty sure that’s also thanks to you.”

“Why me again?” She asked, curious about his reasoning. Colin shuffled a little, sinking further down into the plush sofa, and stretched out his legs. 

“Well, you basically wore nothing else for like half the pregnancy.”

“I don’t think that’s how genetics work Colin.” 

Colin shrugged his shoulders, grinning down at her. He didn’t care if it worked like that or not. It was his explanation and he would stick with it until she had a better one for him.

“You better have some extra ones or you can start saying farewell to them,” she hummed, pressing a kiss to his jaw, which confused and startled him. Turning to watch her, Colin raised both his brows. “What does that mean?” 

She smiled at him, softly and in what he liked to call her ‘totally smitten’ way, the way that always made his heartbeat add an extra step. He looked down, watching her finger draw little hearts across his chest as she hummed.

“It means,” with that she grabbed his hand, slowly guiding it towards her middle, “that you’re going to get what you asked for. A little sibling for the kiddo.”

[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.

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Welcome to what's becoming quite the expanded universe. Funny how it all started with a grouping that doesn't seem like it would work, but it's soon become so much more.

It really does take all kinds of packs to make it work in a world where alphas, betas, and omegas are learning to live and love together. One relationship at a time.

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Their Sweet Omega - Jake Jensen x Steve Rogers x Reader

His Scarred Omega - Bucky Barnes x Reader

An Unconventional Pack - Ransom Drysdale x Nick Vaughn x Reader

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It Was A Bad Day: Jake & Steve / Bucky / Ransom & Nick

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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.

💼

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.

💼

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!

[bookishtheaterlover7]

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Merry Christmas 🎄

Day 8 | Christmas tree accident

Pairing: BestFriend!Colin Shea x BeatFriend!Female!Reader

Summary: You have an accident with your Christmas tree, your best friend needs an excuse for his one-night-stand. So you ask him to help you and he agrees to help you with your Christmas tree.

Warnings: none, just fluff

Wordcount: 1.3k

A/N: This is part of “Fluffcember” written for day 8 with “sleep back hugs”. Divider is made by @firefly-graphics.

Masterlist | Fluffcember | Colin Shea Masterlist

Taglist: @nicoline1998enilocin @sergeantbarnessdoll @kandis-mom @km-ffluv @identity2212 @bookishtheaterlover7 @ergle-barnes (want to be tagged? Here)

“Colin, where are you?” You groan when your best friend finally picks up the call. “In my apartment,” he says, and you hear a female voice through your phone, rolling your eyes at your best friend.

“You really have a girl there?” You ask, laughing, and he hums. “We were in the bar until the morning; where did you find her? In your bed?” You can’t help but burst out laughing when you hear his groan. “I met her in front of the house, but now I need to excuse myself,” he says, and you can almost hear his thoughts through the phone.

Your best friend always finds a girl to spend the night with, and you can’t blame them. He is attractive, and he is nice, at least until the morning, when he tries to find an excuse so he doesn't have to act like he wants more than sex. And there you are, helping him find an excuse, not just because he wants it but also because you need him.

“My dishes aren’t cleaning themselves,” you suggest, but he mumbles something that sounds like a ‘no, use your dishwasher. You laugh and think for a moment, then you have an idea, but when he says yes, he really has to do it. And you know he can’t find another idea in a short time, so he will probably say yes.

“When I tell you, you have to solve the problem,” you say with a smile on your lips.

“Ok, but now. She asks me, what do we eat for breakfast? I don’t even have bread here."

You burst out laughing. That’s why you have everything twice; you know your best friend, and he is sometimes like a teenager. He can fuck almost every girl in town, but he doesn’t manage to have food at home.

“Oke, tell her you need to help me with the Christmas tree; it’s stuck in my toilet,” you say, looking into your bathroom.

There it is: your Christmas tree stuck in your toilet, and you can’t get it out there. “Are you kidding me?” He asks with a laugh. You take a picture and send it to him. It doesn’t take long for him to open your message and burst out laughing.

“How? Really, how did you get the tree into your toilet?" he asks, but before you can answer, he interrupts your thoughts on how you can explain it. “My girl needs me; she managed to have her Christmas tree in her bathroom,” he excuses himself, and then he hangs up.

You walk to your front door and open it. Colin stands in front of you, still laughing, when he walks into your apartment. “How does it work?” He asks and looks around the corner to see your Christmas tree.

“It wanted to cuddle with the toilet, but the toilet wanted to bite the tree. And then it bites the tree, and now I can’t convince it to let go of the Christmas tree,” you explain, looking up at your best friend. Your gaze is serious, but when he wants to ask you if it was like that, you laugh and shake your head. “Nooo, I just wanted to cut it there so it would fit into my tree stand,” you mumble, and he nods.

“Then we look at how we get it out of the toilet and decorate the tree together, oke, babe?” He asks, and you nod with a huge smile on your lips. He always calls you ‘his girl’ or ‘babe’ and he only calls you like that. Every time he does, you feel the butterflies in your stomach go crazy, and you can’t hide the smile on your lips.

“Thank you,” you mumble, and you throw your hands around his neck before you lead him to the bathroom. He looks at it, trying to pull it out a few times and trying different angles, but it takes a few minutes until he gets the tree inch by inch out of the toilet and places it in front of the two of you. “You’re the best,” you mumble and kiss his cheek.

“Let’s decorate it now,” he suggests, and you nod, smiling and following him when he walks with the tree into your living room.

After the two of you finished the decoration in your whole apartment, you made some hot chocolate and watched a movie. Now you are sitting on your couch, leaning against Colin, and his arm is wrapped around your waist.

“Can we go to bed?” You mumble, and he laughs about your sleepy voice. Then he nods and lifts you up to carry you into your bedroom. “Can you take your clothes off, or do you want me to do it?” He asks, and you point toward him. “Take off my clothes." You laugh, and he does it.

He places his hand under your shirt, and you feel his warm skin against yours. You shiver slightly, and he leaves a trail of goosebumps where his skin meets yours. He chuckles but doesn't say anything when he helps you out of your shirt. Then he takes off your pants, looking at your body for a moment before he turns around and looks for a shirt.

“You’re pretty,” he says, helping you into an oversize shirt, which is actually his, but you made it yours a while ago. You blush because of his words, hiding your face in the fabric of the shirt and slowly moving higher until your head lays on your pillow.

“Blanket, please,” you say, and he places the blanket on top of you, then he takes off his clothes as well. “Strip for me, babe." You laugh and look at him, wondering if he will come and cuddle with you. It’s nothing the two of you have never done, but he often has his girls, so there is not much time for cuddles.

But this time he slides under the blanket behind you and wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you closer until your body is pressed against his and he holds you tightly. “That’s my favorite place,” he mumbles into your hair and inhales deeply. “Having your body against mine,” he adds, and you smile wildly.

“I love that too, but you often have those girls there, so we can’t cuddle,” you complain playfully, and he laughs lightly. “Mhm, but just because I can’t tell you that I love you so much. I’m just the playboy, even when I’m your best friend, but since I’m in love with you, I only want you. Even when it would mean that I could never have sex again because you don’t want to, it would be oke as long as I can have you by my side,” he mumbles, sleepy, and you clear your throat, thinking about his words. Making sure you have heard him right.

“Colin?” You ask quietly, and he hums in response. “Do you love me? I mean more than friends?” You ask the question that is burning on your tongue. “I do; I love you so much,” he whispers, and the smile on your face grows when you hear those words. You always imagined hearing them from him, and now he said them. He loves you, Colin loves you.

“I love you too,” you say, feeling the warmth of those words rushing through your body. The warmth of his body makes you tired, and even when you’re more than excited that he loves you, you slowly fall asleep with the arms of Colin wrapped around you, his body pressed against your back. He holds you and protects you from every monster under your bed. “Goodnight, babe,” he says, kisses your neck, and waits until you sleep before allowing himself to sleep as well. And the thought of you being his makes him smile, especially when he looks at you and sees you sleeping with that cute smile on your face. And he planned to go out with you to the Christmas market in the morning and see you getting even more excited.

[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

Disclaimer: This work of fiction is not to be reposted, used or translated without my permission.

Usage Disclaimer: This work is for fans only. This author does not give permission for it to be shared, spoken of, referred to in any public manner (podcast, tv, online, etc.) that wants to either make a celebrity uncomfortable, mock fan fiction/fandom in any way, or the author themselves. Requests can be made, but it is unlikely the author will change their mind. If no response is given to a request then the answer is a solid no, not interested and the work cannot be shared, spoken of or even referred to, regardless of the manner or context. 

"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.

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And some dialogue "come on admit it, that was the best nap you ever had."

Thank you for sending this in Amber 🫶🏻💚 I had so much fun writing this. It's a silly little piece, perhaps lacking some consistency or logic but it was so fun to write it and I hope you'll enjoy it.

Best Nap Ever

Why was the key not working? Why wouldn’t her damn house key work and open the door to her apartment? Her patience was already running thinner than the air on top of Mount Everest. The exhaustion she felt in every cell of her body was dragging her down like a drowning person and with it her ability to not lose her temper. 

No one wanted to see her lose her marbles over something as silly as not being able to open her door. The least in front of her cute neighbor. Today was not the day where she wanted him to find her crying in front of her door.

“Come on you stupid piece of…” angrily murmuring to herself she tried to shove the key into the lock one more time. She had the right key, she’d made sure of that and the lock and the key were aligned perfectly. There was no reason why she couldn’t unlock the door. If she’d been drunk, yes, then she might have had trouble aligning the key to the keyhole but she was as sober as could be. But the stupid key still wouldn’t go in. 

But then the door opened on its own and a body appeared where the door had just been. Slowly she looked up, coming face to face with Colin. Oh. That’s why the stupid key didn't work. 

“Everything alright?” Colin leaned against the doorframe with his shoulder and smiled down at her. There was nothing she wanted more than for the ground to open up and swallow her. 

“No, yeah…I–” She groaned loudly, throwing her head upwards. Way to go to embarrass herself in front of him. “Sorry. I got confused.”

Colin kept eyeing her, an amused grin on his lips as he looked her up and down. “I could just invite you in next time. No need to try to break in.”

“If you excuse me I’ll just go and die in the corner over there, yeah?” Gripping her keys tight enough that the prongs stung her palm, she turned around to flee into her apartment and die of shame. 

Colin's hand shot out, grabbing her around the elbow. “Hey no, I didn’t mean it like that. Don’t go.” His grip was so soft, if she had wanted she could have easily slipped out and scurried away. She didn’t. Instead, she turned her head back to him. “That could have happened to anyone,” he added, noticing her contemplative gnawing on her bottom lip.

“You mean when we first met and you had to introduce yourself to me naked?” Colin laughed as well and nudged her to the side.

“You think so?” There was the hint of a smile looming on her lips as she glanced at him. She had a hard time imagining that he could have made the same mistake. Colin laughed and nodded his head.

“Oh yeah. Remember when I nearly locked myself out of my apartment?” Now the memory of that day truly made her laugh.

“Hey, I had the important bits covered!” He grimaced, adding, “Admittedly with a tea towel but I was decent!” That made her snicker only more. It had certainly been the most memorable way to meet a new neighbor.

She would have loved to talk some more with Colin, but there was still the exhaustion looming over her, now slowly creeping back to wrap around her like a vice. A yawn she couldn’t stifle escaped her mouth. It had her blush and Colin furrow his brows in concern.

“Sorry,” she mumbled, the end of the word awkwardly twisted as a second, quickly following, yawn escaped. “Sorry, I’m really tired if you couldn’t already tell from my bout of confusion with your door.”

“Pulled an all-nighter partying? I didn’t peg you for the party girl.”

“I’m not.” There was the frown etching itself back onto her face, twisting her features into the likeness of a dark rain cloud. “It’s the stupid construction that’s keeping me awake.” She groaned annoyedly, glancing at the opposite side of the hallway where her front door was situated. “I just wish they’d be done soon. Don’t think I slept since they started working. It’s slowly making me go crazy.” 

This wasn’t even a joke. As much as she wished it would be. The longer she went without sleeping, the closer she got to becoming an unhinged maniac. Yesterday she’d almost walked out of her apartment without pants on and the day before she’d put sugar in her food instead of salt without noticing it. Not to mention the many moments she’d fallen victim to microsleep. Falling asleep on the shoulder of a random guy in the subway, she’d never felt more embarrassed. Not even when she’d fallen asleep leaning with her forehead against the doors and nearly fell out just two stations later.

“You know, if you want to, you can crash at my place.” 

Surprised, she looked at Colin, who was pointing behind him into the depth of his apartment. It must be the lack of sleep that made her hallucinate him looking hopeful. That couldn’t be right. 

“Oh, I couldn’t..you don’t have to do this. I’ll be fine. What’re some more days without sleep..” She trailed off at the concern clearly present in his eyes. Colin pushed himself off the doorframe and took a step toward her. “Just say yes,” his voice was low, his eyes boring into hers as his hand came up to trace his knuckles over her cheek. The air got trapped in her lungs, the words – with which she’d wanted to decline once more – stolen from her lips. 

Colin didn’t wait for verbal confirmation from her, nor did he wait for her to give him a nod. His hand wrapped around her hand, securely but softly. As he walked backward he pulled her with him. Into his apartment.

The door fell shut behind her, briefly, she looked back at the door before she turned to Colin. He smiled at her softly, guiding her down the steps into his living room the next moment. 

“Can’t believe you are making me do this,” she mumbled under her breath, yet still loud enough that he could hear. Loudly and heartily he laughed at, his hand holding his quivering belly.

“You are making it sound like I’m forcing you to clean the grouts with a toothbrush instead of graciously offering up my place for you to sleep.”

“Exactly.” Her dry response made Colin break out in laughter once more. The sound made her heart flutter. She liked to hear him laugh. It was a beautiful sound.

“Come on,” Colin pulled her further along, past the perfectly fine couch and into the small hallway around the corner. Full of determination he dragged her up another pair of half stairs to what she realized was his bedroom.

“Oh no. No no no,” she told him, pressing her heels into the ground to slow him down. Barely. “This is very kind of you but I’m not going to do that.”

“Why not?” 

“Because that’s your bed!”

“And?” She looked at him in wonder. Was he serious? He couldn’t be. But as she looked at him there was no doubt in her. He was.

“Listen, there is absolutely no reason why you shouldn’t. I just changed the sheets this morning so it’s fresh and clean. No need to feel bad either. And–” She was ready to open her mouth, another protest on the cusp of her tongue. “–Aaand don’t think to tell me you are taking my bed away from me. First of all, it’s not that late, so I’m not in need to go to bed anytime soon, second of all it’s big enough that we could both fit in there. If you are so concerned I’ll even nap with you.” 

Her heart did an unexpected summersault at the offer. Under different circumstances her brain would have been quick enough to answer him, to find a logical reason as to why this was still not okay. But frankly, she was too damn tired for logic and the tiny part of her heart – the one that was totally smitten with him, crushing so badly – was clawing its way to the front and demanding to take over.

“I could use a nap partner,” she mumbled with another yawn splitting her lips. She missed the surprise on Colin’s face, then when she was done yawning he smiled at her all soft and sweet. It made her heart perform an Olympic routine.

“What are we waiting for then?”

Even though she had agreed to everything, between the moment she had done so and the moment she laid down in Colin’s bed some things she couldn’t quite grasp. For example, how she had come to be wearing a shirt of his that was way too big on her and a pair of his shorts. 

Neither could she remember how Colin and she ended up laying face to face in the bed, scooting closer and closer until her head rested on his chest and he had his arm draped around her. It was a blur of exhaustion and memories she couldn’t entirely trust.

One thing she knew however was that her sleep-deprived brain had made the best decision of her life. 

“Hi,” she heard Colin mumble into the top of her hair after she’d started waking and slowly stirring against him. She smacked her lips together, sighing heartily and hiding her nose in the fabric of his shirt.

“Hi,” she mumbled back, a smile threatening to split her face. She felt well rested but more importantly, she felt giddy.

“You slept well?”

“Mhmm I don’t know. It was okay,” she mused. Colin huffed, it sounded a little like a chuckle too. A loud squeal squeaked passed her lips as his fingers poked into her ribs.

“Come on admit it, that was the best nap you ever had.”

“That’s some mighty big words,” she laughed, squinting up at him.

“They aren’t if it’s the truth,” Colin sing-sang, eyebrows raised. It made her snort, he was trying to goad her into agreeing.

“Mhm, yeah. You are right. It was the best nap I could have had. Could have been better had it been in my bed.”

“Oh, you..” Another loud squeal left her lips as Colin surged down on her, hands on her waist as he began to tickle her. They tangled in the covers until she couldn’t take it anymore. The tickling became too much, her chest hurt from all the laughing and tears stung her eyes.

“Alright, alright. I surrender.”

“Not so easily.” 

Gasping, she looked up at him. “You aren’t letting me go?” Colin shook his head.

“Not without any compensation.”

“Compensation you say? Is a date good enough compensation?” He thought about it for a moment. She could see it in his eyes, there was something he was weighing up. Holding himself up above her on his elbows, Colin looked deeply in her eyes. 

Slowly he lowered himself down, his eyes slipped down to her lips. It was the softest press of his lips against hers. She could have gotten lost in the sensation had Colin not pulled back.

“A date and I can do this whenever I want.”

“Deal.”

[sunshinebuckybarnes]

Here's the first rec list of 2023!! Please make sure you give these gorgeous stories and writers the love they deserve. As always, you are responsible for your own media consumption. This blog along with the majority tagged are 18+ only and contain adult themes.

Happy reading 🔥

Bucky Barnes ✨

Cordially invited by @navybrat817

Modern Knight!Bucky Barnes x Princess!Female Reader

Dress you up in my love by @jobean12-blog

Bucky x reader

Thin ice by @angrythingstarlight

Beefy Biker!Bucky x Reader

Adventures in babysitting by @navybrat817

Florist!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Relax by @kinanabinks

Nerd!Frat!Bucky x Reader

There's really a wolf by @flordeamatista

DBF!Mafia Bucky Barnes x Mafia!Princess Reader

Ravenous by @navybrat817

Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Good peach by @wndalovebot

bucky barnes x afab!reader

Picture perfect by @angrythingstarlight

Mafia!Bucky Barnes x reader

Peaches and cream by @angrythingstarlight

Baker!Bucky

Covet by @labella420

Dark!Mob! Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Vodka on the rocks by @kinanabinks

Bestfriend!Bucky f!reader

A little help by @mavsstar

DBF!Roomate!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Forever by @callingsergeantbarnes

Bucky Barnes x Female Reader 

Eddie Munson ✨

Chefs kiss by @jobean12-blog

Eddie Munson x reader

She drives me crazy by @jobean12-blog

Eddie Munson x reader

Made for lovin' you by @beefybuckrrito

Eddie Munson x fem!reader (any race)

One hot ticket by @jobean12-blog

Eddie Munson x reader

Steve Rogers ✨

Wicked games by @honeystevie

Steve Rogers x Asian!reader

Tonight by @springdandelixn

Husband!Steve x Fem!Reader

Run rabbit run / trapped in a tangled web / mistaken identity by @dreamlessinparis

Dark!Steve x F!Reader

Colin Shea ✨

Maybe in the meantime by @rebel-stardust

Colin Shea x female reader

Ari Levinson ✨

Good for you by @flordeamatista

DBF!Ari Levinson x Reader

Little fears by @onsunnyside

Biker!Ari Levinson x naive!reader (biker x baker au)

Solve the riddle by @geminixevans-stan

Retired Pornstar!Ari Levinson x Black!Reader

Our last summer by @summerofsnowflakes

DBF!Ari Levinson x Fem!Reader

Steve Harrington ✨

Unearned confidence by @sharpsapphic666

Steve Harrington x reader

Lee Bodecker ✨

Pressure by @thornsnvultures

lee bodecker x plus size!fem!reader

Andy Barber ✨

Marked with my initial by @frostironfudge

Incubus!Andy Barber x Fem!Reader

Sam Wilson ✨

Love you in a thousand ways by @targaryenvampireslayer

Sam Wilson x female reader

Multiple characters ✨

Late night visitor by @dreamlessinparis

Mob!Destroyer!Chris x F!Reader x Mob!Bucky, Lee Bodecker x F!Reader (established couple, married)

The chase by @targaryenvampireslayer

Dark!alpha!Sam Wilson x female!omega reader x dark!alpha!Bucky Barnes

Three's a party by @traitorjoelite

stucky x reader

[twittytelly]

An Unexpected Gain

Epilogue - Seven Months Later

Colin Shea X Female Reader

Previously…

Series Masterlist

A/N: This is my submission @the-slumberparty‘s Week 2 Writing Challenge: Blast From The Past. I know I promised to write an epilogue to this in 2020, and I actually started to write this a year ago, but I hated every version of this that I’d written. I just want to say thanks to @navybrat817 and @darkficsyouneveraskedfor for hosting these challenges and giving me a reason to kick myself in the arse and get myself motivated to get this finished. Maybe one day I will revisit these idiots, but I’m not going to promise anything.

Warnings: All the fluff, brief mention of childbirth but nothing graphic

Word count: 568

Moodboard by @imanuglywombat

Once Upon a Time in the city of Boston, Massachusetts, Colin Shea had forgotten why he didn't like hospitals. Maybe it was something to do with cold, bright lights, or the smell... To be honest, he didn't really care any more; what he had witnessed just hours before was pure magic, and he was sure he was going to be in awe of you for the rest of his life. A small part of him wanted to stay with you in the small cocoon of your hospital room forever, but he couldn't wait to get home and begin his new role, raising his son.

The labour had been long and arduous. Unsurprisingly, Colin had been by your side for the entire thing, his support unflinching. When the midwife placed the small, mucus-covered human onto your chest and the baby started bellowing, he didn't think it was this possible to be this happy.

Colin was reluctantly making his way back to the car to fetch your phone charger. Squinting as he stepped into the early morning sunlight, Colin tried to remember how long he had been in that hospital room for. The last couple of days had been like a particularly vivid fever dream, that felt like an eternity and just a few seconds at the same time. Pausing to take in his surroundings, he wondered if the birds in the sky and the nurses making their way home from the night shift knew that the world had changed irreversibly overnight.

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Rentering the building charger in hand, Colin decided to forgo his morning coffee until he was certain that you and the baby had settled. However, as he strode past the gift shop, something green and fuzzy caught his eye that immediately stopped him in is tracks.

When Colin went into the gift shop and took a further look at the chartreuse creature, he smirked in recognition. Picking up the inanimate amphibian, and looking into it's large yellow eyes, Colin knew that it was coming home with him. He could just imagine the look on your face when he presented you with the cuddly toy, but Colin couldn't think of a more appropriate first buddy for his child.

Sure, despite the inside jokes of frogs, princes and jesters; your relationship was nothing like the pile of fairytale books that was sitting in the nursery. There were definitely some communication issues that needed to be straightened out, especially when you decided to be cohabiters, not neighbours; but the pair of you were now stronger than ever in your new home in North End.

As Colin reached the till, and reached into his pocket for his wallet, his fingers brushed against the velvet box that he had kept on him since he had made a sneaky visit to the jewellery store a few weeks ago. He was not planning on getting down on one knee just yet, but after the way he had found out about the pregnancy, he was too scared to try and hide it at home.

Colin wondered what would happen if he could go back in time to tell his smug past self about how you would quickly become the love of his life, and how he would become a father. While commitment and fatherhood were truly an unexpected gain of the friends with benefits arrangement, he wouldn't have changed any of it for the world.

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[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.

[afriendlyblackhottie]

Get slut out & choked by baby daddy Ari or get handcuff by Colin. How would you describe your night with either one of them?

Why Not Both?

Summary: you’re dating Colin but Ari is your ex.

Pairings: Baby Daddy! Ari Levinson x Black! Reader x Boyfriend! Colin Shea

Warnings: minors dni, smut, mmf, rough sex, non/dub con, degradation, handcuffs, choking, cuckolding, oral sex

(A/N: idk what’s up with me and threesomes lately but I’m poly so 🤷🏾‍♀️ anyway like, follow, reblog with comment 💜 ✌🏾)

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You looked up at Ari with watery eyes, still couldn’t believe that this was even happening.

It wasn’t like you and Ari were together and yet he was still a jealous bastard when he heard you’d been seeing someone. Like he was trying to have some kind of pissing contest. Going off on you about how he wasn’t going to let you have some man around his son.

You hadn’t even introduced them so he literally had nothing to worry about. It wasn’t supposed to be all this and yet here the fuck you were.

To be honest you didn’t even know that they knew each other. It wasn’t like it had been planned. You hadn’t been expecting to meet someone. You think Ari was just so used to have you in the back burner that he didn’t know what to do with himself now. Was used to not having to commit while getting unlimited pussy.

Then you told him that was enough and he scoffed and told you, “bet.”

Your son had gone to your sister’s for a sleepover with his cousins when you’d gotten in the house. Seeing him sitting there with your date in front. The two of them laughing like things were normal. Making you stop in your tracks.

“Ari, what- what’re you doing here? Thomas isn’t here.”

“I know,” he replied with a smirk. “Colin and I were just talking. You gotta problem with that?”

You raised an eyebrow because well yeah kind of, but before you could say anything Colin stood up. Putting his hands on your hips so he could kiss your cheek then grabbed your hand.

“Nah, she’s gonna be a good girl. Aren’t you?” Colin asked with a smirk.

Sure you’d heard all about his reputation. Had been told it would just be better to stay away, but so far everything had been good. The two of you hadn’t even had sex yet. He’d been pretty patient with you.

“You know all this time, I thought maybe you’d been playing hard to get but then I find out that you have a man this whole time and you didn’t tell me.” He chuckled.

You laughed glancing over at Ari and shaking your head. “No, we’re-,”

“It’s okay,” he cooed before placing a big kiss in your lips. “We already talked about what we’re going to do to you. Gotta make it up to us that you were trying to play games.”

“I wasn’t!” You protested.

He grabbed your face. Squeezing your cheeks between his hands. “You don’t have to lie to me, but you do have to make it up to me.”

That’s when he grabbed you making you turn around so your back was to his chest. Putting his nose in your ear.

“You can do that for me, can’t you?” He whispered into your ear. Grabbing your hands as Ari stood up to stand in front of you.

He grabbed your face forcing you to look up at him. “I told him how much of a fucking slut you’ve been,” Ari said, just as the snap of metal went around both wrists.

“Wait,” you said, trying to pull away, but Colin gripped your arm a little tighter. “Hey!”

“All you have to do is listen,” Ari said with a curl in his lip, his fingertips pressing harder against your cheeks then finally moving down to your neck.

That’s when Colin started copping a feel. His hands coming to grope your tits. Pinching your nipples and making you jump as he pushed his crotch against your ass. “We’re not gonna hurt you too bad,” Colin whispered in your ear. “You know I would never hurt you, Baby.”

With that he picked you up. Made you gasp and kick even though your hands were tied. Neither him or Ari giving a shit when the protests started spilling from your mouth as they carried you to your bedroom.

As your hands were tied they couldn’t just pull your shirt off, but goddamn Colin was just dying to see your tits. If ripping it off was the way to go so fucking be it. “Colin!” You yelled.

“I’ll buy you a new one, Baby,” he said with a wink.

“Please don’t rip my bra,” you begged. “It was expensive.”

“I’ll. Buy. You. A. New. One,” Colin said. Rubbing your cheek before picking you back up so he could shove you to the ground.

It wasn’t like you and Colin hadn’t messed around yet. It’s just you hadn’t had sex. Now he was taking turns with Ari shoving his dick down your throat.

Ari grabbed your hair as he fucked your face. Colin took out his phone so he could film it. The both of them clearly having fun with using your mouth. Laughing over you.

When they had their fill they picked you back up to place you on the bed. Ass in the air and nowhere to hide as they started playing with you. Fingers going into your pussy as the other one smacked your ass.

They were treating you like some kind of sex toy. Normally that would have been fine, but it had just caught you so off guard. All you could do was take it as they both had their ways with you.

Then Ari sat back. Wanting to watch as Colin filled you up. Fisting his cock. Tossing out words at you that he knew you liked to hear.

“Damn, Baby, you should have told me you liked this kind of shit before. Coulda been fucking you like this sooner,” Colin said into your ear as he made you cum for the umpteenth time.

That was the worst part. Was that you were so responsive. You couldn’t help it though. Ari knew you. Knew you liked it rough. That even when you acted like you didn’t want it, all he had to do was show you that you did. That’s just the kind of little slut you were.

He was okay with another man fucking you, as long as he got his access.

[krirebr]

I Know I Should Know Better 3

Pairing: Curtis Everett x Female Reader, past Colin Shea x Female Reader

Word Count: ~4k

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 isn't even in this part and yet he's somehow even worse??), self-destructive behavior, anxiety, negative self-talk. Everyone's having a bad time, you guys. All of my work is 18+ - Minors DNI

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Series Masterlist

Masterlist

A/N: Uh... It has to get worse before it can get better?? **runs and hides**

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 party was raging.

People filled your living room and kitchen. They were on your deck, in your pool. Curtis scanned the area, trying to figure out where you’d gotten off to. He didn’t like not having eyes on you. 

He checked his watch. It was well past three. Christ. It’d started with you declaring the club you were at “fucking dead” a little before midnight. A small group had followed you home and then they’d called their friends who’d called their friends who’d called their friends. 

People milled around him. Whispers of “Did you hear whose house this is?” “I haven’t seen her, yet. Have you?” “My cousin invited me. He knows her publicist’s assistant’s roommate.”

One woman stumbled over to him. “Hey!” she whisper-yelled. “How much for two?”

“What.” he growled.

“Two!” she repeated, shoving two fingers in his face. “How much?”

Just as Curtis was about to lose it completely, her friend crashed into her. “What are you doing?” The friend asked. She looked at how her companion was holding her bag, ready to remove the correct amount of cash, then up at Curtis and let out a wild cackle. “No!” she said. “That’s her bodyguard!”

“What?” The first woman asked. “You said the guy in all black in the corner.”

The friend’s laughter was nearly uncontrollable now. “Yeah, that corner!” She raised an arm and gestured to the other side of the house.

“Oh my god!” screeched the first woman and also into giggles, as they thankfully made their way somewhere fucking else. 

Curtis pushed himself off the wall. He needed to find you. 

You weren’t in the kitchen, or out by the pool. He’d already been in the living room. He finally found you on the stairs up to the bedrooms, slumped against the wall. He crouched in front of you and said your name a few times before finally getting your attention.

“Mmm, Curtis,” you said, your eyes half-closed. “I’m sleepy.”

He sighed. “Well, it’s almost four in the morning, so that makes sense.”

“I’m gonna go t’bed.” You grabbed the railing above your head and put all of your weight on it as you tried to lift yourself. You faltered and he reached out, a hand on your hip to steady you. “Oh boy,” you whispered as you tried again to right yourself. “Bedtime.”

Curtis said your name again, trying and failing to keep his frustration at bay. “Your house is still full of people.”

You were moving up the stairs now and waved dismissively to him behind you. “Get rid of ‘em. I’m done.”

That’s not my job was at the tip of his tongue, but arguing with you right now would be useless. So he followed you up the stairs to make sure you didn’t fall and excused himself once you were safely in your bedroom. In the hallway, he took a deep breath, trying to push down the anger and frustration he felt. It wasn’t his job. He shouldn’t have to do it. But he would.

Back downstairs, he went straight to your sound panel and cut the music to the whole house. “Alight!” he bellowed. “Party’s over. Get the fuck out!” He had no energy for niceties at this point.

As people, very slowly, started milling out of your house, there was a heavy and demanding banging at your door. He grumbled and made his way to the front, finding two cops standing there. Fucking shit.

Opening it, he plastered on what he hoped but doubted was a friendly smile. “Morning, officers. How can I help you?”

“Is the homeowner here?” one cop asked while the other craned his head around to try to get a look inside. It did not seem to be a professional curiosity. Goddamnit. 

“The homeowner,” he said, trying to give away as little information as possible, “is asleep. But I work here. What can I do for you?”

The first cop straightened. “Well, sir, we’ve had several noise complaints from the neighbors tonight. Looks like you all had quite the party.”

He gave the slightest nod of acknowledgment. “But as you can see, everyone’s going home now.” Curtis moved over slightly to make sure his large frame filled the doorway. Who knew what was still going on behind him?

The officer watched the people stumbling out around him for a moment. “Well–”

“I’m sure,” Curtis interrupted, “that she’d be incredibly appreciative if you let her off with a warning. Just this once. And I’ll make sure it doesn’t happen again.” He hoped it was worth the slight acknowledgment of who you were to avoid making this an even bigger problem. 

The cop looked around again and then nodded. “Since everything’s already breaking up here. And you promise you’ll make sure she’s more responsible next time?” He looked to Curtis who nodded, knowing it was a big, fat lie. “Alright, yeah, I think a warning’s all that’s needed here. You have a good rest of your night.”

Curtis’s sigh of relief was cut short by the other cop stepping forward. A closer look revealed how young he was, early 20s. “Hey,” he said, “could you tell her that I really loved her in Sweet Sixteen? I used to have that Teen Vogue cover up in my locker.” Curtis tried not to grimace as the young man fished a card out of his breast pocket and held it out to Curtis. “And maybe give this to her? I know she just broke up with that guy, but I gotta shoot my shot, right?” He was lucky that Curtis just silently took the card instead of commenting on the fucking audacity. It was too late/early to deal with any of this bullshit.

“Well,” he said, trying to prevent an awkward moment and get out of this while he was technically ahead, “really appreciate you both coming out here. Have a good night.” The instant the cops started turning around, Curtis closed the door. He immediately tore up the cop’s card and added it to the mess of the living room.

He spent the next hour or so going through the house, kicking out the stragglers and making sure nothing was irreparably damaged. By the time he was done, it was just about five o’clock. Christ. He stood by the door. He could leave. He should leave. He’d done more than enough. He clenched and unclenched his hands once, twice, three times. He turned around and went to your kitchen, filling a large glass of water. Then he got two aspirin from your medicine cabinet. He took it all into your bedroom and set it on your nightstand. He checked to make sure you were sleeping on your side, then pulled your trash can so it was right next to the bed. Ok, now he could go.

It was after six when he finally got home. He sent a text to Michelle as he got off his bike.

Hey, I’m just getting home now. Last night was bad. She threw a party, cops came. Just a warning for noise complaints, but I’m sure the whole thing will be on TMZ in a few hours. Going to bed. Don’t know when I’ll be in. Only call if you absolutely need me.

He looked at it for a moment, then added

There needs to be a conversation about what my job actually entails

He knew Michelle wasn’t the right person to send that last bit to. She wasn’t his boss. But he was exhausted and he needed someone to know that he was at the end of his rope.

You were going through a hard time, he knew that. You’d ended your relationship with Colin in spectacular fashion, posting a picture to your Instagram stories of the flowers he’d sent the day after your fight on the deck lying in your trashcan, his apology note fluttering above them with the text “No thanks @ColinSheaOfficial.” It hadn’t been your most thought-through decision. Tanya had freaked out and it was deleted 15 minutes later, but it was too late. The post had immediately gone viral. Colin hadn’t been happy and had spent the last month telling anyone who would listen (bro-y podcasts, mostly) how awful it’d been to date you – you were unstable, too needy, a cold fish in bed. That had gone viral too. If Curtis thought he’d get away with it, he’d have driven out to Colin’s house and taken care of the asshole, himself. But his connection to you was too documented. 

You weren’t handling it well. Of course, you weren’t.  But Curtis felt like, while everyone else was doing damage control on how it was affecting your career, he was the one left to pick up the pieces of you as a person. If things had been too much for him before, they were becoming near impossible to deal with now.

It didn’t help matters that after your night on the couch together, you’d started to put some distance between the two of you. He understood. It was the right thing to do. This was his job. You weren’t friends, he was your employee. (Sort of. In a roundabout way. Technically, he worked for your manager. But still.) He couldn’t be your friend and do his job to the best of his ability. Trying to do both compromised your safety. He’d been ignoring that truth for too long. It had been inappropriate for him to stay that night when you’d asked him to. He shouldn’t have done it, no matter how often he’d thought about it after – the way you’d looked fresh out of the shower, how his fingertips had brushed against yours, your thigh resting against–

So the distance was needed. But it meant that all he was able to do was trail after you as you self-combusted with a determination he wasn’t sure he’d ever seen before. And it couldn’t be his job to hold you together. It was taking a toll. Something had to give.

He entered his house through the back, straight into his kitchen. He stopped in the doorway, surprised to see Edgar sitting at the island in his pajamas, eating cereal. “You’re up early.”

Edgar shrugged. “Didn’t hear you come in last night.”

“Yeah,” Curtis said, bending over to take off his boots. “Had to work really late.”

Edgar just nodded and took a bite of cereal. Curtis finished with his boots and took off his leather jacket, hanging it by the door. He was about to excuse himself to his room when Edgar spoke again.

“I have an interview lined up for this week.”

“Yeah?” Curtis grinned. “That’s great!”

“Mhmm,” Edgar hummed, looking into his cereal bowl as he continued. “If it works out, I probably won’t be able to afford my own place right away, but I swear, I’ll save up and get out of your hair as soon as I can–” 

“Hey, no,” Curtis interrupted. “I told you, that room is yours for however long you want it. No strings attached.” Curtis had known Edgar since the kid had been in diapers, ending up in the same foster home right before Curtis had turned eighteen. He’d been the only one who’d been able to calm the kid down when he’d had a tantrum. After he’d aged out, he’d done his best to keep in touch with Edgar and now that Edgar had aged out of the system himself, Curtis was determined to do whatever he could to help him. Especially if that meant he could prevent Edgar from making the same desperate choices he had. He didn’t regret joining the army, per se, (he was mostly ambivalent at best about his experiences there, but it had opened up opportunities after he was discharged) but it had felt like it was the only choice for him at the time, and he didn’t want that for Edgar. So if having a place to stay that he didn’t have to pay for would help, then that’s what Curtis would give him. “Listen, I want to hear all about this interview, but I’m fucking exhausted right now. I need to crash. We’ll talk later, ok?”

Edgar nodded but furrowed his brow. “Everything alright?”

Curtis nodded and tried to smile at him. “Just a long fucking day. I’ll see you later.”

When he finally got to his room, he let out a sigh of relief as he collapsed onto his bed. His phone buzzed in his pocket. He took it out to find a response from Michelle.

I’m going to have to tell Tanya. Fucking fuck fuck!

Curtis tossed the phone onto the other side of the bed. Yeah. Fucking fuck fuck sounded about right.

When he woke up late that afternoon, he had another message from Michelle.

She’s so fucking hungover. You don’t need to come in. She isn’t going anywhere. See you tomorrow.

So he ordered pizza with Edgar and they watched TV until Edgar fell asleep on the couch. It was a good night.

The next day he got to your house just before noon. On days when nothing was scheduled, you never started early. He stopped short when he saw two cars he recognized in your driveway.

Michelle was sitting at your kitchen island, staring at her laptop, one hand scrolling down the trackpad, the other nervously tapping the counter.

Curtis helped himself to an organic juice from your fridge as he greeted her and asked, “Wilford and Tanya are here?”

“Mhmm,” she said, not looking up.

“House call’s not a good sign.”

“Nope.” She looked up at him, more haggard-looking than he was used to. “You still pissed?”

He sighed. “Not pissed. Tired. Frustrated.” He paused to take a sip of juice. “Worried.”

“She’s fine,” Michelle said, “she just needs to reprioritize.”

“That what this house call’s about?” he asked.

She grimaced. “She lost that big ensemble movie. The director cited his ‘no assholes’ policy.”

“She isn’t an asshole.”

“No,” Michelle agreed, “but she’s getting a reputation as one. High maintenance.”

He glanced out the doors to your patio, where he could just see the edge of you. “So it’s a Come to Jesus talk.”

“Mhmm.”

“I don’t suppose they’re going to do anything to actually help her?”

“They’ll get her career back on track if she listens.”

“That’s not what I meant, and you know it,” Curtis scowled.

“Listen,” she said, pushing her computer away and giving him her full attention, “my job is the same as yours – get her where she needs to go, on time and in one piece.”

“Yeah?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. “And how do you think we’re doing on that ‘in one piece’ part?”

“She’s blowing off steam, that’s all.”

He snorted. “Sure, if you say so. But you’re never around for that part, are you?”

“Curtis–”

He shook his head, “I need to talk to her when they’re done,” then went to wait in the living room.

Wilford and Tanya left about half an hour later. Curtis watched them go, arms crossed over his chest. Wilford, especially, he did not like. They’d only been in the same room a handful of times, but Curtis would swear he could see the dollar signs in Wilford’s eyes every time he looked at you. If Curtis had his way, that man wouldn’t be able to get anywhere near you.

But that was part of the problem, this protective streak Curtis had for you. It wasn’t serving him. And it obviously wasn’t serving you either. It wasn’t helping anything. Protection was the job but from the outside world. Not from your own team. Not from yourself. He needed to get his act together. Set some boundaries. And that’s what he was going to do.

He let himself out onto your deck, expecting to find you lounging by the pool, in a swimsuit probably, maybe a drink in your hand. Instead, you were sitting at your outdoor dining table, knees pulled up to your chest, staring off into nothing, wearing leggings and an oversized sweatshirt. You looked awful, hair sloppily pulled together on top of your head, red-rimmed eyes, a blank expression on your face. He stopped short. Maybe this wasn’t the right time to do this. But he knew that if he waited it wouldn’t happen. And maybe this was the right time, maybe he’d actually be able to have a conversation about everything with you. 

He softly called your name and when you looked over at him he added, “We need to talk about the other night.”

“Oh, great,” you said, tone flat. “You here to yell at me too? Fun.”

“I don’t want to yell,” he said, sitting down across from you. He didn’t want to hover over you. “Just talk.”

You sighed impatiently. “Well, go on. Let’s get this over with. How have I disappointed you today?”

He said your name again, as gently as he could, but your reaction was the opposite of what he wanted. You looked down, shoulders coming up to your ears. Regardless of your size, you looked so small. The smallest he’d ever seen you. But he had to do this. So he plowed ahead.

“What happened the other night, at your party, that can’t happen again. I can’t be responsible for what happens in your house when you aren’t there. I have a very specific job. You don’t get to just use me however you see fit. I’m not here to clean up after you. Kicking people out of your house, dealing with the cops–” He shook his head. “I’m not your bouncer or your babysitter.” 

He saw you flinch at his last word, but you came back with a glower. “Is that all?” you asked.

“No,” he shook his head. “I’m also not going to be working any more 16-hour days. That isn’t fair to me.”

“Are you going to quit?” you asked, voice somewhere between angry and pleading.

“I don’t want to,” he said, keeping his voice firm, “but I’m serious that what happened was unacceptable.”

You swallowed visibly and nodded. He waited for you to say something, but when you didn’t, he asked, “Are you ok?” 

Your head shot up. “What?”

There was something in your eyes that told him to proceed with caution, but he still repeated his question. “Are you alright?”

You looked at him carefully for a moment, then "Are you my friend?"

Now it was his turn to ask "What?"

"You said you aren't my bouncer or my babysitter," you said with a challenge in your eyes. "So what are you? Are you my friend?"

He had to look away, understanding now what you were doing. "No," he said quietly, "I'm not your friend. I'm just your bodyguard." 

He hadn’t looked up yet, unable to tear his focus from his hands in his lap, but he could feel you nodding in his periphery. “Right,” you said, voice low. “Then whether or not I’m okay doesn’t really matter to you, does it?”

Shit. He had fucked this up so completely and so quickly that he wasn’t sure exactly where it had gone wrong. He looked up to find you twisted around to stare over your pool, your knees still tight to your chest, your hand visibly gripping your chair for dear life. He breathed out your name, but you just shook your head.

“No, I get it,” you said. “You’re here to do a job. Because I pay you to do it. I understand. Consider me put in my place.” Your hand not holding the chair swiped furiously at your face, wiping away a few stray tears that fell down your cheek. You took a deep breath. “I’d like you to go away now.” 

He stood up, wanting to give you what you asked, but he just couldn’t seem to pull himself away from you. He wanted to reach out to you, touch you, give you some sort of comfort, but what fucking right did he have to do that? 

“Curtis, please,” your broken whisper was what it finally took to get him to move. He paused at the glass door back into the house. He wanted to say something, but he had no idea what. So finally, he ducked his head and went back into the house. 

He tried to pass through as quickly as he could, but when he walked by Michelle, she started, “Hey, how’d it g–”

“I need a fucking minute,” he growled out. 

He slammed out the front door of your house and began to pace behind your privacy fence. What the fuck had happened? It wasn’t supposed to go like that. He should’ve been able to set professional boundaries without feeling like he was tearing his own heart out. He’d done it before, countless jobs and assignments, where he’d drawn lines and it’d been expected and appreciated. It’d never hurt like this. No job he’d had had ever been this messy, this difficult, this all-consuming. 

That was the problem, wasn’t it? His mind was always here, always on the job. He thought about you all the time. He worried about you constantly. You were always on his mind. My god, if he didn’t know any better, he’d say–

He froze next to your gate. No. No no no no no. Absolutely not. He could not. That– That was not possible. He started to walk again. Now that he’d let it in, this goddamn intrusive thought just got bigger and bigger as he paced around until he couldn’t ignore it anymore.

He was in love with you.

What a fucking disaster. He almost laughed. And he’d worried he couldn’t properly protect you when he thought you might be friends. He was completely fucking compromised now. He should quit. He needed to quit. He should quit. He should quit. He should quit. 

But the idea of leaving you hurt even worse than he already did. You weren’t ok. It was obvious. And even though he had no idea how to help you, he couldn’t abandon you. He wouldn’t do that. Not ever. Not until you asked him to leave. Which you eventually would. Of course, you would. What could he possibly offer you when you already had all this? But he would stay until that moment. As pathetic as it was, he didn’t think he could do anything else.

The gate opened and he had to scramble to get out of the way of the car that drove in. It stopped on the driveway next to him and the driver’s side window rolled down. Jensen leaned out. “Hey man, you okay?”

Curtis just stared at him for a moment before he got his bearings. “I’m fine.”

Jensen looked at him skeptically. “You sure?”

“I’m fine, Jake!” he gritted out. Without giving Jensen time to respond, he continued, “I’ll meet you inside. I want to go over the exit plan for her appearance tomorrow.”

“Again?” Jensen asked.

“Yes, again. We need to be prepared.”

Jensen gave him a look and sat back. “Yeah, sure whatever you say,” then finally began driving to the back of the house.

Curtis put his head in his hands. He felt so fucking transparent. Everyone must know. Looking back, it felt so incredibly obvious. But no one had said anything. You certainly hadn’t, so he was hopefully safe there. 

He took a deep breath. This was fine. He’d tamp it down. He’d ignore it. He’d do his fucking job. He began walking up the path back to your front door. He’d be there when you needed him and that would be enough.

It’d be enough.

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[theycallmebecca]

Requests Are Open & Masterlist

I’m trying to get back into the swing with writing, so I thought I’d officially open my requests and do an unofficial Memorial Day Weekend event.

So if you’d like to request a drabble/ficlet, send a prompt, character from the list below and a rating. If you need help coming up with a prompt I have a bunch of lists reblogged on @justwritinginspo with the tag of writing prompts.

Request a story via ask!

Edit: Rather than make a separate masterlist for this, I'm adding the links to the bottom of this post under the keep reading.

My favorite things to write are domestic bliss, romantic comedies, sexual tension, plot what plots, and fluff that makes your teeth hurt.

Please do not submit any prompts with dark, minor/adult romance, significant age gap, etc. themes.

Characters

Andy Barber (AU only)

Ari Levinson (AU only)

Frank Adler

Colin Shea

Steve Rogers

Jake Jensen

Nick Vaughn

Ransom Drysdale (AU only)

I do still write Chris Evans RPF as well if that’s what you’d like to request.

Ratings

G/PG - typically my fluffy family stories

PG-13 - most of my rom coms

R - suggestive sexy times that don’t get too graphic, depending on how suggestive, these will get the mature content flag

NC-17 - graphic sexy times, will get the mature content flag

So if you’d like to request a story… please do!

Finished story links below.

Whole Heart - Steve Rogers x reader, PG

After Hours - Andy Barber x female reader, R - warnings: semi graphic sex

Secrets of the Heart - Ari Levinson x female reader, PG-13 - warnings: language

[justalonelyslytherin]

Colin Shea

“Give me a piggyback ride”

Thank you so much for sending this in <3

“Hello?” 

Colin didn’t think much of it when he answered the call. He’d send his girlfriend on her merry way only a couple of hours before, to have a nice evening with her friends. They’d planned to go bar hopping, so it wouldn’t be the first time for him to get an – in his opinion cute – drunk call from his girl. Only did this call turn out to be anything but.

The moment he heard her sobbing everything in him froze and an alarm started to blare in his mind. “I can’t find the others, I think they left me.”

“Are you somewhere safe? Are you lost?” “I’m not that drunk to get lost, only a little tipsy...”

“So you aren’t crying because you are lost?” He didn’t want to sigh in relief just now, as there still seemed to be an important part missing.

“No,” she mumbled once more, “I think I broke my foot.” And just like that, his heart stopped for a second time this evening.

“Where are you?” Immediately he stood up, marching towards the front door and grabbing his keys. In his haste, he didn’t even notice the tv still going on in the background.

Her foot throbbed like crazy, even the smallest shift made white-hot pain shoot through her. It was so bad it made her dizzy. Which was exactly why she was still sitting on the walkway, patiently waiting for her savior to come. 

Colin didn’t let her wait long. She was able to see him rush down the street towards her soon enough. The relief that flooded her upon seeing him brought on the waterworks, her bottom lip quivered as tears pooled in her eyes and she let out a low wail.

No later than the sound had left her lips, he was at her side, his arms wrapped around her softly pressing her head against his chest. She felt his lips press a gentle kiss onto her hair as his hands rubbed comforting circles into her shoulders.

“Let me take a look?” Everything in her screamed against it, the defiant pout on her lips translated her inner feelings to the outward. It would hurt and she didn’t want to feel any more pain than she was already in. Not that he would want to cause her any pain. 

“I’m just going to look at it. No touching, I promise.” With a huff she relented, nodding finally. She had pulled her heel off some time ago, immediately after falling before the adrenaline from the fall had vaned and the pain set in. His wince had her whine and sob once more, acutely aware it wasn’t a pretty side and an even uglier situation she had gotten herself into. A big bump protruded from the side of her foot, already becoming blue and purple.

"Aw shucks Honey. This doesn’t look good. You need to have this looked at.” “Noo, I don’t want to go to the hospital! I just want to get home.” There was nothing more that she wanted right now than to go home and snuggle up with her boyfriend for comfort. Perhaps for the pain to stop was also a wish right now. 

Colin crouched down beside her, finding her eyes until she looked at him again. “I won’t leave your side for even a second,” he promised her, serious yet softly.

“You promise?” Her question was answered with a dutiful nod and a joking salute from him. It made her lips quirk up the tiniest bit before she remembered to pout again in the misery of her situation. 

“Alright....but only if you give me a piggyback ride.” His amused chuckle made her heart warm together with the smirk that had made her fall in love in the first place.

“What my girl wants, she gets,” Colin told her, already getting up again and reaching his hands out to help her into an upright position. Once she balanced in front of him, rather shakily, on one foot, he turned around. 

It took them a hot minute but when she finally was situated on his back, her arms wrapped around his neck and her legs being held up by his arms, she let out a sigh. Leaning her head against his, she mumbled a soft “Thank you,” followed by an even quieter “I love you,” whispered against his neck. It made him smile softly, glancing at her out of the corner of his eyes.

“I’d do anything for you.”

[sunshinebuckybarnes]

Welcome to June babes 🩷💙 I had a very hectic May but I'm thankful for all the gorgeous stories I got to read in between! As always, make sure you give these incredible writers and their stories the love they deserve 🌷 this blog along with the majority tagged are 18+ only and may cover dark themes - you are responsible for your own media consumption.

Happy reading lovelies ☀️

Steve Harrington ✨

Sweet on you / sugar sugar / hard candy by @upsidedownwithsteve

Steve Harrington x fem!reader

Eddie Munson ✨

Playing for keeps by @jobean12-blog

Eddie Munson x reader (friends to lovers)

I'll take you higher by @andvys

Vampire!Eddie Munson x female reader

Bucky Barnes ✨

Thinking this through by @lunarbuck

bfb!buck x f!reader (any race)

For the first time by @jobean12-blog

Bucky x reader

Joel Miller ✨

Interrupted by @holacia3

Joel Miller x reader

Colin Shea ✨

Soul sucker by @sidepartskinnyjeans

Colin Shea x Reader

Curtis Everett ✨

Hard pill to swallow by @dreamlessinparis

Dark!Curtis x F!Reader

Andy Barber ✨

I am his and he is mine by @flordeamatista

andy barber x latina!reader 

Sam Wilson ✨

Stitched by @ichorai

sam wilson x super soldier!reader (gender neutral pronouns)