#sam colby and friends

[slvtforfiction]

Hiii I luv your writing🥺 it’s so soft and sweet.

Can I request for multiple people in one post? Like headcanons? If so, could you write headcanons for Jake, Johnnie, Sam and Colby on how they felt seeing you for the first time/what they noticed about you/why they were attracted to you? If not, then just with Johnnie is fine!! Thanks so much🫶🫶

☆ Ahhhh anon thank you!!

☆ Ofcourse I can!

☆ Headcanons :)

☆ Fluff/ Suggestive for Colby’s part :)

☆ Hey guys! Before anything else I would ask you to request anything you want because I've lost a lot of motivation and it would really help! :D (Please look at pinned post to see if requests are open.)

☆ Creds to @cafekitsune for dividers :)

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Jake:

☆Jake would see you and immediately turn to his friends, “Look how pretty she is!”

☆ Jake wouldn’t have enough courage to go and ask for your number without his friends help.

☆ He doesn’t want to be the weirdo that asks for a girls number,even if he’s not fully sober I don’t think it would give him the confidence.

☆ After a lot of convincing from his friends he would eventually walk up to you.

☆ He would definitely be awkward,not knowing what to say because he doesn’t want to blow his chances or make you uncomfortable.

☆ Would walk up to you and properly see you and fireworks are lighting in his eyes.

☆ Jake would start small talk but eventually just say something along the lines of “Can I get your number?”

☆ If you say yes he would run back to his friends and be like “Guess who get their numberrrrr.” And would be a lot more bubbly/giggly the rest of the time he was out before eventually leaving to go home to message you.

☆ Would definitely spend the rest of the night on call with you.

Johnnie:

☆Johnnie will not walk up to you,way too scared.

☆ He saw you across the room and immediately wanted to go up to you and call you beautiful and talk to you about everything.

☆ Would eventually send one of his friends up to you to ask for your number but instead of giving it you would walk up to Johnnie instead.

☆ “Hey,Johnnie Right?” And he melts just because you know his name (Even though his friend told him)

☆ Would definitely stutter to ask for your number but ofcourse you said yes and his nerves calmed down a bit.

☆ Would end up leaving his friends so he could talk to you alone and have a mini date.

☆ Would talk to you about how he loves your outfit,your hair,makeup,anything. His love language is definitely words of affirmation so if you compliment him back he feels like he’s met the one immediately.

☆ Would invite you to another ‘real’ date before asking for your number and saying he should leave.

☆ His friends would not hear the end of it and neither would yours.

Sam:

☆ He would go up to you without even telling his friends and go over to you.

☆ He would start with small talk before finding out something about you and talking to you about that entirely.

☆ Finds your interests really cool and would definitely keep talking about them whilst throwing in compliments about your outfit etc.

☆ Would tell you everything he knows about your interests and would eventually talk about his for a short while.

☆ Wouldn’t want to be the creepy guy asking for your number if you don’t know him so he would talk to you about half an hour before deciding to ask.

☆ “Do you think I could have your number?” When you say yes he immediately reaches into his back pocket to grab his phone.

☆ He would keep talking to you afterwards instead of going back to his friends.

☆ When he gets home he would call you and talk to you all night if he could even staying in call if you fall asleep.

Colby:

☆ Would see you across the room at a party to be fair.

☆ If you were taking shots he would stare you down whilst you did.

☆ He would walk over to you without thinking about it,doesn’t need the alcohol or his friends to hype him up.

☆ Definitely Cocky about it and would ask for you number immediately.

☆ He would definitely be respectful but is still very cocky.

☆ He compliments you like there’s no tomorrow,he loves everything about you and your looks are just an add-on to his feelings.

☆ At the end of the night if you were still at the party he would ask if you wanted to come back to his place.

☆ Extracurricular activities happened that night if you said yes 🫡.

[rayaswrittings]

I just want to feel

Pairing: Colby Brock x Fem!best friend!reader

Summary: your best friends, Sam and Colby, ask you to be in one of their Q&A videos, but there’s alcohol involved… a lot of it.

Warning(s): SMUT! Mature Language, mature themes, kissing, alcohol, unprotected p in v, Friends to lovers trope :)), choking etc.

This is a long writing so I’m sorry for mistakes!

“Are you sure I should be in the video? I mean, your fans barely know about me” You ask for a final time as Sam leads you to the living room, his recording camera already set up in front of the couch where Colby had been sitting. The two of them were wearing all black so you did too, a black off the shoulder sweater that was old. It was one of the main things you’d leave at Sam and Colby’s in case you ever crashed for the night.

While most people would kill to be in their videos, you never really saw the point. You were somewhat camera shy and a complete nobody. Why would anyone care to see you on the screen? Not to mention all the random internet ships that come with it all. You grew up with Sam, which means you ultimately grew up with Colby as soon as they met. You were only a teenager and now that your adults, you stay at theirs from time to time when your out with friends and get wasted at a party.

Colby would always come and get you from them.

“Our fans will love you. Just be honest and chill, okay?” Sam nods toward Colby and you walk past him to sit next to the dark haired boy, his strong cologne filling your nose.

“Don’t be nervous, at least we have alcohol” Colby’s comment made a small laugh escape from your lips, and you shook your head at his playful smirk. He was right. Alcohol always calmed you down and made your anxiety a little bit less of what it usually was.

You watch the blonde lean forward to turn on the camera and Colby does the same, although you sit back and watch them do their intro. You’d only been in a few other videos of there’s as a small guest but they always made it known to their fans who you were. After all, you all basically started off nobody’s together.

You remember the last morning you had left for school with Sam in freshman year. It was the last day you’d left alone with him for the rest of high school. Your parents were close to each other so you and Sam had practically known each other for most of your lives, but that day, when he met Colby, it wasn’t just the two of you anymore.

The three of you would take the bus together every morning and walk home every afternoon, spending almost every second in between still with one another. It was perfect. Your group was so refreshing, it felt so right.

Your first argument was when you were in junior year, at a party you knew you shouldn’t of been at.

At the time, you’d been talking to this senior, James. He was the captain of your schools swim team and fairly muscular for his 17 years of age. That night at the party was the first time you’d really done anything, he kept handing you shots and like an idiot, you took them. Looking back on it now, you know it could’ve been avoided, but you also trusted the boy you liked. You truly wanted to just fit in with his friends.

That was until he tried to to undo your crochet top in the middle of the dance floor, whispering dirty nothings into your ear that made you feel disgusting.

When you told him off, he got angry with you, grabbing your arm and trying to pull you away so he could get you alone. People were starting to stare and you were starting to get embarrassed, like you were some random slut he’d been taking upstairs.

But then he was ripped away from you, and in only a matter of seconds, Sam’s hand was laid on the small of your back, checking you for bruises the boy might’ve given you. He was trying to talk to you, but you couldn’t tear your eyes away from the chaos on the floor.

“Colby, get off of him!” You scream, noticing the blood coming from James’s face. Colby was on top of him, punching him the hardest you’d ever seen anyone punch, not sparing him anything. Sam held you back when you tried to get close, they saw what he did to you and there was no way in hell they’d let it slide.

The sound of police sirens fill the street and everyone is quickly running out of the house, and finally Colby stands up. He wipes his now busted lip before looking back at his two friends, but you couldn’t take your eyes off the bloody mess laid on the floor.

You hated blood.

“Y/N-“ you push yourself off Sam and past Colby, looking out the window to watch the police cars pull in front of the house. It looked like a murder scene, and you were so in shock you couldn’t even think straight. “Y/N, we have to go” Colby tries to grab your arm but you quickly pull it away, and now he’s able to see the tears streaming down your cheeks.

“Get out of here!” You can hear the officers radio the closer they get, and all you could think about was getting Sam and Colby out of there. “Go! Please just go!” Your pleading words make it almost impossible to not listen, and with only a few more seconds, your friends were gone.

That was the day you realized the severity of your friendship— or at least you and Colby’s friendship. The fact that all of you would do anything for each other, whether that was beating up an abuser, or putting your life on the line for the other person.

Ever since then, you and Colby had this undeniable tension between the two of you. It was weird, like something you couldn’t figure out. It was only made purely visible that night.

You’d never even kissed Colby, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t think about it sometimes. Your usually able to hide it, your desire for the boy, except when your at parties.

Whenever you drink, it’s like everything has to come out the way you think it. Nothing like liquid courage, huh? That’s the exact reason you didn’t want to do the video.

You never stopped thinking about that night.

“Y/N?” You blinked at the touch against your arm, and Colby was looking at you with a slight confusion on his face. “You okay?” You notice the camera’s recording light and nod, sitting up with a smile. “I think it’s time to get drunk, huh?” He nudged you and you nod with a laugh “first question!”

One of your other friends was there reading the questions for you, and even though you thought you’d start off light, she did not give you a break.

“What’s the worst doing the dirty experience you’ve had?” Sam and Colby stare at each other for a second until one of them laughs, shaking their head with the dumbest response. Sam, of course makes a joke out of it but Colby has no shame in what he says, as always.

“One time I had a girl use a lot of teeth, and uh… we never talked again. It was very awkward” Sam hisses at the statement, which makes you laugh too. “What about you, Y/N?” Colby turns to you and your face almost turns red from the sudden eyes on you. Everyone in the room and the camera was waiting on you now.

“Uh… I guess the last time I was talking to a guy. I had to fake the whole thing and he finished quick so it just felt so awkward and it was silent the rest of the night” Colby and Sam raise their eyebrows at you but are laughing at the same time. They knew who you were talking about.

“Colby, why do you post with girls on social media and never tell the fans what’s going on?” The question takes all of you by surprise and Colby’s eyes go wide. That was exactly what happened with you and why you didn’t want to be on the channel that much anymore.

“Umm…” He laughs nervously, looking over at you for a split second. “Because sometimes, I don’t know what’s going on, alright? I’m just posting the post and maybe it turns into something or maybe it doesn’t?”

“It’s not like their your girlfriend” Sam interjects and Colby nods agreeably.

“Let’s just say if I had a girlfriend, you guys would know” After you guys are done with that question, your kind of sitting back and watching the two answer at that point. Except they had to drink once so you did too, now you were all one shot in.

“Colby, why do you have a pair of handcuffs in your room?” Everyone’s face is in shock in the room as they look at Colby, waiting for his answer. He laughs nervously again, looking over at same with wide eyes before sitting up.

“I uh… you know I-“

“Might have to drink on that one, huh?” You tease and he rolls his eyes at your words with a laugh, closing the alcohol bottle he was about to open.

“No, no. I um… I use them for personal fun. Yeah, that’s-“

“What the fuck does that mean” You and Sam burst out laughing but your friend shakes her head. “Judge says no. Drink!” Sam hands him the bottle and Colby’s face is now turning a slight red. A tint only you could see because of how close you were.

“I’ve used them for sexual fun” He says just as he’s about to pour the shot, but your friend rolls her eyes and nods that he doesn’t have to drink.

“That was luck” Colby nudges your arm and shrugs, that annoying smirk of his only making you laugh.

“Name two dirty kinks you have” The girl reads and all three of you are wide eyeing the camera. Sam curses under his breath and Colby is still in shock. It was still so early in the game, already?

“Wait, I’m not answering that. I already said one, right?” Sam agrees to Colby but the judge shakes her head. “Just one more then? I already day said one!”

“You go first, Y/N” Sam cuts off his clearly pressured friend and they both turn to you, but your face is an even deeper red then Colby’s now.

“Um… I don’t—I mean it’s been a long time so I don’t really know…”

“Oh come on, Everyone has them” Colby teases and you glare at him, letting out a sigh as you sat back on the couch.

Apart of you was afraid to tell them, because you’d never really been that open with them about sexual preferences. Sam wasn’t the one you were worried about, him and Katrina were perfectly locked in with each other and you knew whatever you said didn’t matter.

But with Colby, there was always this unspoken tension between the two of you. One you tried to ignore but always failed terribly when you’d see him make out with another girl. You were afraid he’d see right through you if you answered the question, and if there was one thing you couldn’t ignore,

It was the way he’d look at you.

“I think… I think choking is attractive, but like not too aggressively, you know?”

“So your submissive?” Colby’s words go through your ear and straight down. He was clearly trying to get to you with that question, and there it was again.

The tension between the two of you.

“Sometimes” You try to cover it up but you can feel his eyes piercing right through you, his smirk showing the small of his pearly white teeth that always made you blush. “What about you then, hmm? Mr. Talk shit” You push his face and the two of them laugh, but Colby is no longer embarrassed to say it.

“I like to be Dominant” He says to the camera and Sam blows air from his mouth, shake his head in disbelief. Colby isn’t looking at you on purpose. Oh god, this wasn’t how it was supposed to go.

You lean back on the couch, scratching your nose to try and hide your burning hot cheeks from everyone’s eyes. It was like he was doing it on purpose. He was so clearly teasing you.

And you wished it wasn’t working, but it’s been so long that it’s impossible for your stomach not to twist into multiple knots.

Or at least that’s the excuse you gave yourself.

After many more questions and many more drinks, the alcohol started to take a toll on all three of you already. You had only had three shots and even the camera was hard to focus on. Sam and Colby’s eyes had been getting red but yours were harder to see because of your eyelashes.

“Who do you think is the most attractive clubhouse member besides Kat” Colby and your own eyes go wide and you both stare at Sam. Obviously he couldn’t answer that, but neither could you, right?

“None! Sorry, gotta drink to that. Can’t answer cause it ain’t true” Sam sasses the camera while opening the bottle. Colby laughs, both of you applauding your friend.

“Yeah, I’m gonna drink to that one as well” Colby reaches down to grab the other bottle from the floor, pouring it into his shot glass. “I can’t answer that, but I do have someone in mind” he cheers to the camera and his words alone make your stomach twist once again. It definitely wasn’t you, but saying something like that… after the other questions..

“What about you, Y/N?” The girl asks as the boys down their own shots. She raises an eyebrow, “might as well give us something here, right?” As much as you wanted to decline and run away embarrassed, you could feel the liquid courage increasing.

The way everyone looked at you, they all knew who it was. You leaned back with a huff, you could feel Colby’s eyes on you the entire time you were stalling, but when you looked at him, his eyes pierced through you.

“I think… I think I’ll drink too” Sam and Colby boo at you when you pour the shot. You couldn’t do it. He didn’t either so that must mean he doesn’t… feel the same, Right?

“I can’t even see the camera anymore, dude” Sam laughs at Colby’s words. Sam has more shots then the two of you so you’d imagine he’d be the one saying it, but of course it was Colby.

Maybe that’s why he was looking at you like that..

Towards the end of the video, all three of you were pretty drunk. Sam was the least, you were in the middle, and Colby… Jesus. Colby was so drunk.

“Fuck, man” Colby lays his head on the end table for just a second, you could tell his head was spinning. You rub his back, his body temperature is very warm. You look over to Sam and nod toward the camera, and Sam immediately understands.

“Maybe we should take a small break?”

“Where are you going?” You ask Sam, watching him put on his jacket and grab his keys. You finished the video about 30 minutes ago and Colby was on the couch watching tv, while you had just changed into night clothes which really were only comfy shorts and a crop top like usual.

“I have to go stay at Kat’s tonight. We’re heading to her parents tomorrow morning” You hum, pouring a glass of water for yourself and one for Colby. You had forgotten Sam was going away for a few days. “Try not to have too much fun while I’m gone” You stop and look at him with slightly furrowed brows, but he’s just raising his eyebrows with a shrug, leaving you with the confusion of his statement.

He doesn’t… he can’t know, right? You weren’t that obvious.

“Water?” Your voice is enough to catch Colby’s attention from the tv. He was watching some random scary movie it looked like but you’d never seen it so you weren’t completely sure. You hand him the water and take a seat next to him, leaving a gap between the two of you. You had thought the tension would be gone by now but it clearly wasn’t, you could only hope it was just your overthinking.

“What’s up with you? You were being weird the whole video” His question makes you somewhat relieved. Maybe he didn’t suspect anything, maybe it really was all just in your own head—but how were you meant to explain you couldn’t focus because of how badly you wanted him. Even now, he was leaned back on the couch, his hair messy from running his hands through it and his tattoos on full display for you to look at. Jesus, it felt like torture.

Why did you have to get drunk?

“I just didn’t feel good” You shrug, looking over at the tv and tilting the glass of water toward your lips. You can feel his eyes on you, waiting for you to give him a real answer but he doesn’t push you. He only takes a sip of his water, turning back to the movie.

“Are you going home tonight?” You glance at the clock, it’s already 11. Should you? You have a room here, you didn’t really need to.

But did he want you to?

“I was planning on staying but if you don’t want me to-“

“I want you to stay” Your stomach twists, with excitement and somewhat nervousness at the same time. He was being direct but he wasn’t even looking at you. You wanted to stay and watch the movie with him, but the more you looked at him, the more the drunken side of you just wanted to kiss him.

You wanted him.

“Come here” You hesitate for a few seconds before placing your drink back on the glass table in front of you, moving to sit closer to the boy. His arm was laid on the back of the couch and he opens the blanket he’d been using to you. He wanted you close.

Your practically curled next to him by the middle of the movie, head laid in the crook of his neck and your legs sitting on top of his own. Not much had been said all movie, but Colby was getting more and more touchy as it went on.

His fingers traced shapes on your bare legs under the blanket, the cold metal of his rings sometimes brushing against your skin. He made it seem so normal, like it was an every day thing the two of you did together.

But this only made you so much hornier.

His scent radiates from his neck, and it was almost as if you wanted to kiss his neck right then and there. It was so alluring—He was so alluring to you.

And he knew it.

“Do you want to tell me why you were really acting weird today?” He asks again, looking down at the tent his hand made under the blanket while he caressed your leg.

You bite your bottom lip, looking at the blanket as well. You could feel the tingling feeling between your legs as his hand touched you farther, as if he had been testing the waters before actually saying anything.

“Colby…” You can’t help but pull your legs even closer together, and that alone is all he needed to tell him how you felt. “Not everything needs an explanation. It’s just… complicated”

“Complicated, huh?” He hums sarcastically, in a knowing form. You bite your lip as you watch him rub his temple, frustration radiating off of him. “You know, For the longest time, I tried to let this whole thing go out of respect for you, Y/N” He mumbled, his voice low and husky with passion. God, he sounded so hot. Even if he was upset, you just couldn’t help yourself. “I always thought it would be you and Sam” He lets out a huffed chuckle, still keeping his eyes on his lap. “But I want it to be me”

What?

No. He isn’t… he doesn’t mean what you think, right? Colby Brock isn’t confessing his feelings for you, right?

“Colby, what’s wrong with you?” His body tenses when you ask that stupid question. What’s wrong with him? Like you didn’t know.

“What’s wrong with me? What about you?” He finally turns his head to look at you, his drunken, sad and very horny eyes staring lasers into yours. “You can’t seriously sit here and believe yourself when you ask me that question” You couldn’t think. You didn’t even move for awhile because of your lack of words or thoughts for that matter. You wanted to give in, but you were also so terrified of if it wasn’t real.

“Colby, I’m not the person you want. Trust me, you will figure that out soon enough” He scoffs as you get off the couch, trying to at least relieve some of the tension between the two of you. Colby was so tired of waiting, but you were just too scared.

“How do you know what I want? You’ve barely spoke to me the past few weeks!” The boy calls after you when your walking away from the couch, his voice only makes you stop. “You’ve been weird for weeks, Y/N. Don’t ask me what’s wrong with me when you can’t even tell me how you feel”

“Colby, I don’t know how I feel!” You turn around with frustration, staring at the back of his head. He was still sat on the couch, and part of you hoped he stayed there—but another part wanted him to go after you. “I haven’t just been distant because of you-“

“That’s such bullshit and you know it” He stands, turning to look at you. You were far too drunk for this. You could feel the unnecessary tears already filling your eyes, you didn’t want to argue with him. “Look me in my eyes and tell me that—then I’ll let it go”

“Can we please just talk about this tomorrow-“

“You know what I think? I think your just scared of feeling weak. Your scared of letting someone in, Y/N. And the past few weeks we’ve been getting closer than before, that’s why your distant now. That’s your biggest weakness” Colby scoffs, grabbing his jacket off the couch and slipping it on with ease. You furrow your eyebrows as he walks toward you, and past you.

You grab his arm, “Colby, your drunk. Don’t go out, Please” he’s avoiding your eyes but you can see the chisel on his jaw, clenching with what you thought had been anger. “I don’t know how to do this, Colby. I… I can’t even bring myself to say the words I want to say to you” He tears his arm away from you, snatching his keys from the countertop. No. You couldn’t let it end like that—not when you have so much to say. “Okay, fine!”

“You want the truth, Colby? For years all I felt for you for you, all in silence because I didn’t want to ruin our friendship with Sam and Each other. I watched you with other girls since we were juniors! I couldn’t stand you, but yet I also couldn’t stand to be without you. Everywhere I go, I always want you with me—and when i’d see you with other girls, it would make me feel stupid, like my feelings meant nothing to you even if you didn’t know”

“How was I supposed to tell you that? How was I supposed to tell you that even after everything that’s happened, I still can’t stop loving you!” Your confession slips like words of anger said in an heated argument. Colby still wasn’t looking at you, which only made your heart ache even worse. You just poured your heart out to him—couldn’t he at least look at you?

“When you got put in the hospital during senior year, I was there every fucking second with you! I cried, Colby! I was a mess for days, and Sam was the one who had to juggle the two of us!” You remembered that day like it was yesterday. The day you’d gotten into a huge argument with Sam about your feelings for Colby. Sam always knew of both your feelings, but he didn’t say anything to the other. If you were going to admit, it had to be to each other. “I’m usually so good at hiding how I feel, but I’m getting so tired of it. The Same repeating cycle I just-“

“Why didn’t you just tell me, Y/N. Why didn’t you-“

“Are you serious? After all those talks we had about you not caring for a relationship and not wanting a future with someone? You were practically telling me no! I wanted to tell you but then you started going to parties more and kissing girls and-“

“Y/N”

“It hurt me, Colby. That’s why I didn’t tell you. It would physically hurt my chest to see you kiss another girl after flirting with me for DAYS. You played with my head and I know I played with yours too but-“

“Y/N, I’m-“

“No matter how hard I try or how many guys I find, there’s nothing for me. I can’t… I can’t move past you and it fucking sucks” You hadn’t even realized he moved until you were done talking. He was close now—close enough to hear his breathing if you’d been quiet enough. Your heart shatters with every passing moment that’s goes silent. You knew you couldn’t be the same after this, so you begged in your mind for him to say something.

Only he didn’t say anything, and for a moment you actually thought he’d leave you there alone.

But you two were meant to love each other, Remember?

A silent moan escapes your mouth as he crashes his lips into your own, the sound muffled by his. The kiss is filled with so much passion it could make one’s heart explode if you weren’t too careful, it felt like the two of you had been waiting years to do this.

Which you were.



After the first kiss, the two of you didn’t waste any time. Colby pulled you up, your legs wrapping around him as you continued to make out with the dark haired boy. His large hands cupped your ass, and soon enough you felt your back hit the cold wall. One of your hands were laid on the side of his neck while the other held the back of his hair, tugging on it slightly.

It had only been a few seconds ago you were sitting watching a movie—how in the hell did you both get here so quick?

He carried you to the couch, sitting down so you could straddle his lap instead of holding yourself up against his waist.

His hands release your ass and move up your back, slipping under your shirt to unclip your bra.

Colby smirks against your lips and removes his hand from your shirt, lifting your chin to pull away from the kiss. “Dirty girl” You hum as his lips attach to your neck, his comment making you all the more wet then you already were. You didn’t put a bra on—and Colby seemed to have really liked that you didn’t. “You make such pretty sounds—wish I could’ve heard them sooner”

You can feel the hardness under you, and the more you grind on him, the more you can feel his grip on you tighten. It didn’t hurt—it just turned you on even more.

“Colby, Please” You plead breathlessly. You wanted him to do more then just kiss your neck. You wanted him to take you to his room, to do everything he’d do to someone else. “You don’t have to be gentle with me” you tug his hair gently, meeting his lust filled eyes. You were desperate for him and you didn’t care, you’d waited since junior year to have your way with him—to have him want you.

“I’ll leave marks all over you, Y/N” he says in a slightly warning tone as if he didn’t want to completely destroy you in that moment, but you shake your head, grabbing his hand that slipped to the waistband of your sleeper shorts.

“I just want to feel something” You say in a tone he’d never heard you in before, one that made him want you even worse then before. You slip your hand off his own and place it on his chiseled chest, feeling the crease of his abs all the way down until you reached his belt. You wanted him, you just wanted him to know that. “I want to feel you, Colby. I want you”

“You want me to treat you like everyone else?” You hesitate but nod after a few seconds, slipping off his lap to stand to your feet. He stands in front of you, his height making a clear difference above you. His expression hadn’t changed yet, he was so hard to read. “I won’t do that, Y/N” Before you could say anything, he was already picking you up and wrapping your legs around his waist again, crashing his lips back into yours as he made his way to his room.

This man… you didn’t know how to describe the feeling you had when he kissed you, but it was unlike anything you’d ever felt before. He was so different from everyone else you’d been with, and you didn’t know why.

You did. Deep down you knew why he made you feel the way he did. Colby was the only guy you truly wanted. Even when you had a boyfriend, you still wanted him instead.

He drops you onto his bed, removing his black wife beater and throwing it to the side, revealing his tattooed body you’ve grown to love looking at. He looked so good in this lighting, and the way his hair fell messy over his forehead—you couldn’t stop your thoughts from running wild.

“I want you, Y/N. I need to know I have all of you—that your only for me” You pick your head up to look at him briefly, fingers playing with the string of his pants. “I won’t treat you like some random slut when your not”

The feeling of his fingertips brushing against your skin made you shiver, it made you feel as if this might’ve not been real, maybe a dream after all. But after seeing his face and feeling his hand stop just above your waistline, everything felt at ease.

“I’ve always been yours, Colby Brock” That was all he needed to hear, all he needed to give into you.

And soon enough, here you were again, pinned against the bed while Colby’s hands grip your waist, peppering sweet kisses against your neck. You almost couldn't hold it in.

Your hand slowly found its way to the back of his neck, running your fingers through his hair as his wandering hands went right under your shorts. You knew what you were doing with the outfit, and it only made him laugh just thinking about it.

“Please, Colby. I don’t want you to hold back… I want you to give me all of you” you were smirking to yourself, biting your nail like this was somewhat funny to you. Colby didn’t see the appeal, if he was going to fuck you, he was going to ruin you for anyone else.

“You’re playing a dangerous game, Y/N” He tells you with a sharp tone, moving to place his hands against the beds cloth, closing you between him. You smirk, looking him up and down once before looking back to his face.

“I’m tired of waiting” The two of you laid there, staring at the other for what felt like forever until He finally gave in, cursing himself under his breath before he grabbed your neck to pull you into a rough kiss. Your body is flush against his as he completely explores your body with his hands. You could feel his growing erection, you could feel his hunger for your body like he felt yours.

“Colby” You mumble in a breathless moan. His lips remove from yours and move to your jaw, hungrily peppering wet kisses down it, all the way to your neck.

“You are so fucking hot, Jesus” He groans against your ear, placing soft kisses on your sensitive skin. Your moans are what encourage him the most. Hearing your sweet whimpers in his ear as he sucked on your neck felt like a dream. Believe god, he’d had that dream many, many times before.

“I’ve waited so long for this” Your breathless under him, gripping his hair between your small fingers. You could feel his cock pressing against you, begging for your tongue. It was big—he was so fucking big. It should’ve scared you but you were more intrigued, grinding your hips against his to gain some friction with the little time you had before he stopped your bratty movements.

“I know you have” He teases and you only roll your eyes, grabbing his hand that held you steady against him. You could feel his lips brushing your skin, he wanted to mark you, and you wanted him to. You wanted Colby Brock to let everyone know you were his.

“Nothings stopping me from walking out that door” You hum, holding his head and slightly pushing it down so his lips reattached to your neck. “I’ll find someone else—someone who hasn’t played with me for years” A grunt escapes his mouth as if he had been fighting with the feeling, shaking his head between your neck before meeting your eyes again; your bratty, untamed eyes.

“You’ve waited so long I thought? So long your body even reacts when I look at you” He’s so obviously joking and you love every second of it. Every word of degradation is like music to your ears, like a forbidden kink you didn’t know you had. “This is what you wanted, huh? All those looks you’d give me after I’d make out with randoms—you were so jealous, Sweetheart” Your ears are perking at his every word but your eyes were filled with annoyance. Colby knew now so why would you hide it? Hide your jealousy? “All those times, you could’ve just told me you wanted me and I would’ve given it all to you. Nobody else”

You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling you closer to his body then before with a smirk, shrugging your shoulders. “That doesn’t matter. I have you now” His eyes. Oh god, his eyes were so hungry. At first you didn’t know what to think but it only took you a few seconds to realize once his large arms were wrapped around your thighs, pulling your body close to him.

His chin sat against your stomach, staring up at you like he had been waiting for you to say something. But you didn’t know what he was planning until his thumb was ghosting around your clothed clit, that same smirk pulling at his lips as he watched you.

He slips your shorts off with ease, along with your black lace underwear, tossing them both to the side.

“Fuck” You breath heavily, leaning your head back against the sheets, not even realizing the boy under you was now fully under you. “S-shit!” Your hand fell clasp over your mouth to silence your moan, eyes falling back on him under you. Except now, his face was pressed into your dripping wet cunt, and his fingers teased what his mouth didn’t. “Fucking hell, Colby” You mumble under your unsteady breath, trying your hardest not to moan because he had just started and you didn’t want to seem weak.

But holy shit, this boy knew how to use his tongue.

Your hand fell atop his head in hopes to gain some sort of stability but that quickly failed, given how badly he was attacking your clit. His mouth was warm against you and you already knew you’d come soon. It was like he knew your body inside and out.

“I know your not holding back on me, are you?” His words vibrate against your cunt making you jolt, thankful his arms held you down so you wouldn’t squirm. Colby was in pure bliss under you, relishing in your sweet taste that so effortlessly painted his tongue. You were wet, your cunt was begging for more even if you were a crying mess above him, like it finally found what it had been longing for.

“I can take it” He chuckles at your attempt at retaliation but still manages to one up you, slipping two of his large, slender fingers inside you. “C-Colby, let me-“

“No” He only uttered one word but it was enough to make you listen like a trained dog, allowing your legs to tremble against his face. You could’ve taken it had you been prepared, but it had been far too long before any guy had done this to you.

“You taste so fucking good, Y/N” His fingers curl against your spongy walls, pushing his tongue against your clit quickly as your moan’s increased. It was so clear you were already on edge, about to let go without it being over five minutes. You find your pride slipping from you in a matter of seconds, begging the man to let you come as your fingers tug his hair. You couldn’t hold on, your legs were far too weak.

“Please, please—Colby, please” His ears are perking as you moan his name, begging for him, moaning for him. Normally, he’d take his time with you but now? He needed to release all that tension between the two of you from years ago, he knew he couldn’t last much longer. He needed to be inside of you, and for that exact reason is why he only sped up under you. “G-gonna come..!”

Your mind tried to come up with some sort of reason as to how you got yourself here, How you got your best friend between your legs, and definitely how you were about to fully submit yourself to this boy while your true feelings for each other were unknown. He was thinking the same thing; how did he get so lucky to have you above him?

“Let go for me, Pretty girl” In only seconds, you’re coming undone above him, legs almost falling weak as they shook from your release, sending shivers throughout your entire body. Colby’s still torturing your body, pumping his fingers into you at a faster pace. It was clear, he was trying to kill you.

“Colby!” You cry, gripping his hair with a begging tone. You couldn’t take it much longer. You had to push him away. Finally, after what felt like forever, he removed his tongue from you, letting his fingers slip from inside you. His strong arms are the only thing that held your legs still, and you could see your release painted on his chin once he looked up at you. “Holy shit” You curse under your breath, chest heaving as he stood to his feet. You look at the large man above you, noticing once again how he towers over you.

He bites his lip, admiring your perfect body that had been on almost full display for him. He leans down when you notice how hard he is, lifting your chin with the hand he hadn’t used on you.

You watch through your eyelashes as he sucks his finger clean from your release, biting his lip with a silent chuckle at how lovingly you looked at him. You grab his hand, pulling it closer to you until his other finger was pressed against your lips—to which you copied his action from before, staring into his dark eyes as you did.

“Good girl” He knew you liked that. It was so obvious—the way your legs clench together at his praise. He pulls his hand away and moves it to your neck, pressing a soft but sloppy kiss to your lips. You could taste yourself from him, and God… it was so fucking hot.

Your hand feels his body effortlessly until you reach his aching print, a small smile pulling at your lips against him.

“Let me” You mumble breathlessly, placing your hand over his cock. You could feel how desperate he had been for you, how badly he wanted you in that moment. His hand wraps around your throat firmly, pulling your lips to crash back into his own. He was so rough and impatient—you loved it.

“I need you. Right here, Right now” His voice is deep and makes your skin shiver, the way his hands touch you so delicately but with control. His room was slightly dark, only lit by the strip of LED’s above his bed frame.

“I want to be yours, Colby. Make me yours, please” Your words make his and your own stomach twist into knots, he almost felt bad. He waited so long to make the move, afraid he misread the signs, but he’d never admit that. You allow your hands to travel down his bare abs, feeling every chisel between the pads of your fingertips. When you reach his belt, you’re quick to help him tug his pants off, watching him with the most admiration.

“After we do this, everything will change” He looks at you once more, both of your hands laid on the waistband of his underwear. You lay your free hand on the side of his neck and use the other to touch him lower—right where he wanted you the entire time.

His breath shutters at your bare touch, something he’s wanted for so long was finally right in front of him. You were all he wanted and he prayed you ensue him just as much.

“I love you, Colby. There’s no change in that” You tell him truthfully, watching his eyes soften just before you pulled his face down to kiss his lips. Except this kiss had much more

meaning—the kiss after you’d admit your feelings for one another.

He leans you down, closing you between his large body and his bed, your hand is still pressed into his print, but he’s already slipping his underwear off by the time you can notice.

Fuck. He was going to ruin you.

Your hands cup his face when his tip presses against your entrance, slick coating it by the second. You wanted him for so long, you didn’t care if it hurt at first.

You just wanted him.

From the moment he pushed inside of you, the only feeling you could endure was love. He was slow, gentle to help you get used to his size. The boy peppers kisses to your neck as he pushed further, comforting your slightly pained moans that slip from your lips without warning.

“Mmm” You let out a soft moan once his tip is past your entrance, the hard part was now over. You look at him with your lips parted, brushing your thumb over his bottom lip. He pushes your hair out of your face before kissing you, and you weren’t prepared for when he pushed into you fully with one snap of his hips.

Your toes curled and your nails dug into his skin desperately, the feeling was almost indescribable. You just felt… full.

“Oh my god” You moan against his lips, throwing your head back as he strokes you slowly, massaging your thigh. You looked so perfect like this, so pretty in this light. Your body was almost bare for him, and your body was welcoming him with open arms—he couldn’t get enough of you. “Colbs…Colby” one of your hands release his shoulder to grip the sheet underneath you, teeth catching your bottom lip between them.

“Starting to feel good?” He hums while you nod, moving his head down to your neck, placing sloppy kisses against it. His hips find a steady pace at first and gradually work their way up, starting deep, then fast to your skin. “God, you feel so good” one of his hands travels up your body until it reaches the shirt covering your upper half, just wanting to rip in off of you.

“Take it off, baby” Your breathless words are too late when he’s already slipping it off your now fully bare body, completely discarding it to the floor next to him. Jesus, you were so perfect.

“You are so beautiful, Y/N” He presses a kiss to your lips before moving down your body, trailing his wet tongue down until he reached your nipple. He couldn’t take his eyes off you, the curves of your body… you were practically made for him. A shuddered moan escapes your lips when he swirls his tongue around your hardened nipple, kneading the other with his free hand.

“Mmm!” Between the stokes of his hips and the sensations he brought to your skin, you couldn’t hold much in. You were sure you were being too loud but the two of you didn’t care. It was just you and him, nobody else.

His strong arms capture your thighs, pulling one of your legs to rest against his shoulder. “Colby! I can’t… oh my gosh” Your little voice is projecting off the walls of the empty room but you don’t care, only worried about the boy above you. Your head was still slightly spinning from the drinks you endured earlier that night and it only mixed with your horny mess of a body, begging Colby for more. “It’s so good… fuck! You’re so fucking good!”

“Look at you. Such a fucking mess under me. You needed me just as much as I needed you” He grabs the back of your head, pulling you up slightly so you were at an angle you couldn’t look away from him. His big eyes were burning holes into your own, hips rutting into you like he had something to prove.

Which he did.

“Gonna come…! Colby, I’m gonna come!” Your a whining mess under him and he loves every second of it, pushing his hips into you faster then before. Your small body was like a toy in his hand and you were at his every command, doing everything he said.

“Come for me. Want you to scream my name so the whole neighborhood knows who’s fucking you this good—so ever man knows your mine” You knew it was a bad idea but who were you to decline that request? You were already screaming as it was. “My dirty girl, Your so fucking hot like this”

“I’m coming! I’m—oh my god I-“ Your voice is cut off by your loud moan, leg shuttering against his shoulder as you felt your release threatening to push over. His tip was kissing your cervix repeatedly, and you knew you couldn’t last much longer. “Colby…!” You cry out, pressing your hand to his chest as if that was going to do anything. Your orgasm finally tipped, and you felt it hit you like a truck.

“That’s it, Baby. Good girl” His thumb rubs circles against your clit as he ruts into your harder, watching your liquid spurt from between the two of you. “My god, Y/N. So fucking good for me”

“Colby… please—Jesus-“

“You can whine all you want, but your body is calling mine for more. You want more” You grip his large arms until your knuckles turn white, scratching along his tanned skin. You curse at him, not wanting to hear his teasing any longer. “Fuck me? I’m only giving you what you want” You look at him with an angry look for a second before completely switching, a smirk pulling at your lips. Jesus, you were nasty, huh?

He pulls out of you all at once making you whine, not able to protest before he’s already flipping you over onto your stomach and pushing your ass in the air. You giggle, stretching your arms in front of you as you arch your back against him, begging him to forgive you. “I was only joking, Pretty boy” You hum, looking back at his face.

He doesn’t say anything and grabs your hips roughly, pulling you back onto his length that so easily slipped inside of you. Your eyes roll back almost instantly as he bottoms you out, pushing his cock as deep as he could reach inside you. “This is what you wanted? Then fucking take it” He growls against your ear, slamming himself into your harder than he had been before. You couldn’t even think straight, you were already so fucked out you didn’t even remember what it felt like to not be fucked.

“fuck! Right there! Please, Colby—fuck me right there!” Your begging voice is music to his ears, your hands gripping the ground under you as he pushed himself against you. “You’re so deep… so fucking good to me, baby” He hums, leaning against your body so you were entirely pressing against him, his tongue running along your skin. Once again, you could feel his sloppy kisses against your shoulder and your neck.

“Nobody can fuck you like I can, Pretty girl. Your mine. You’re all fucking mine, you hear me?” You cry out a yes, the sound of your skin slapping against each others being the only thing that could be heard. “That’s it, just like that, my love” He praises against your ear, holding your hips to press into his.

“Colby, I’m gonna come… oh my god” You whine into the sheet, feeling the pressure building up fast inside you. He’s a grunting mess above you so you knew he was close as well, he was only holding out for you. “Come with me. Please, don’t hold out on me”

The snap of his hips slow down the closer he gets, and now your body is flush against his own, rocking back and forth to his pace with his face buried in your neck.

“I fucking love you, Y/N. My girl, come for me and only me, yeah?” You moan at his words, throwing your head back against his chest as his fingers circle your sensitive clit. you couldn’t hold it anymore, and neither could he. “I’m right behind you”

Drunk sex always felt way too good but usually it was faster and much sweatier, this felt far too different. Even if your hips moved fast against his, it still felt like everything had been in slow motion. The way his hands held your delicate body in his embrace as he thrust his hips up to meet your own, how his lips parted in anticipation to kiss yours, Colby was so hungry for you—his body, was hungry for you.

“Colby… Colby!” His name rolls off your tongue in a beautiful moan. You can feel his slight hesitance but the eyes you give him are enough to tell him exactly what you wanted. You wanted all of him, just as you said.

“Fuck…!” He curses under his breath, your moans filling his ears as you clenched down onto him. He continues to coach you to it, and with one last snap of his hips and circle to your clit, you felt your body release it’s everything onto his. He shushes your loud scream while silencing his own grunts, fingers digging into your hips to pull you close, painting your gummy walls with his white, hot release.

For awhile, All that was heard was your heavy breathing and the sounds of the tv in the other room, and you soon found yourself collapsed next to each other on the bed. Your chests were heaving horribly, and the sweat that drip from your foreheads were now everywhere. You look over at the boy next to you, only to find he had already been looking at you, both of you breathing heavy—lips parted.

It only took a second for one of you to start laughing, and Colby leaned over to kiss you again, this time staying there for the longest he could.

You hum as he pulls away just a tiny bit, still close to your face. Your eyes are shut, relishing in the feeling you had. How do you go on from this? Clearly you two loved each other, but you prayed it wouldn’t be weird…

“Come here” He lays his arm out, pulling your body closer to his so you could lay your head against his chest. The room was hot and smelled of pure sex but neither of you complained. You were just happy.

“Colby…” You mumble after awhile in silence, tracing the tattoo on his chest for the 2nd time. He hums in response, the tips of his fingers brushing through your soft hair. You almost feel bad, as if you’re about to ruin the amazing night you had—but you had to say it. “Where do we go from here..?”

Your voice is low and nervous, so focused on the negative that you couldn’t even see the obvious answer. Colby made it clear what he wanted. He couldn’t go back to normal with you—not after this night.

“I want you to be my girlfriend, Y/N. I’ve always wanted that” He pushes your hair away from your face, placing his finger under your chin to lift it. “Please tell me that’s what you want too”

Your eyes soften at his hesitant tone, grabbing the hand that sat under your chin to intertwine your fingers. Of course you wanted that. It was all you ever wanted.

You nod

“Sam is going to be so happy”

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Mini Colby ~ Brother!Colby Brock

Being the younger sister of Colby Brock meant people compared you to him constantly as you had your own Youtube channel and were in the public eye.

Many people noticed how similar you were to Colby. You were three years younger than your famous brother, but you were a mini image of him. You had the same hair colour, same eye colour and even the same smile. The only differences were the gender, height and age.

Today, you were joining your brother and Sam in a video of truth or drink. You were sat waiting, as Colby got the "water" and Sam set up the camera.

"You ready?" Colby asked you.

"As always!" You exclaimed.

He smiled as Sam joined you, the two started with their usual intro and introduced the video topic, before introducing you.

"Today we are joined by my sister, Y/n!" Colby cheered as Sam clapped. You smiled and waved at the camera.

"Hey guys!" You said.

"Right, lets get into it. Who's going first?" Sam asked.

"I will!" You exclaimed quickly, already pulling your phone out.

"Oh brother." Colby mumbled, making you and Sam laugh.

"Oh sister, more like." Sam said.

"Okay Colby, lets start nice and easy. Who's your favourite sibling?" You asked.

"Oh right away!" Sam exclaimed.

"I don't have a favourite. I love you and Gage the same." He answered honestly.

"Aww so cute." Sam teased.

You giggled as the game went on, the guys taking a few shots, you only taking two, until it got to a heated question.

"So Y/n, you and Kyle are getting closer." Colby started with. Kyle was your male friend, who you did the occasional TikTok with.

"Yes, we're friends." You stated.

"Or more?" He continued.

You laughed and poured a shot, taking it quickly, before looking at the camera.

"You can take that as you want." You said, as Sam and Colby cheered.

"You go girl!" Sam cheered.

"You know, a lot of yours and Colby's answers have been the same." Sam added.

"She's a mini me that's why!" Colby exclaimed.

"Your not wrong." You said with a nod.

"It's sometimes scary." Sam responded.

"How so?" You and Colby asked at the same time.

"Like that! You guys see that!" He answered, screaming at the camera.

You both laughed and continued on with the video, knowing it was going to be a fun one.

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Unexpected Masterlist

Paring: (Matt Sturniolo x OFC Brock!) (Chris Sturniolo x OFC Brock!)

Summary: Where one collaboration with three brothers and an on online friendship leads to an ever bigger one along with his brothers.

A/N: Dani’s style depending on her mood its either like Tara Yummy or Sabrina Carpenter.

Video form: Youtube | Tiktok (Won't go into too much detail compared to the written ver.)

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“I hate you”, “yeah well I hate you more”.

Colby Brock| Imagine| Enemies to lovers.

Summary: You and Colby have hated each other, deeply ever since a slight misunderstanding from the past. You and Tara go to a party and you and Colby end up hooking up and talk out the misunderstanding.

PART 2: 

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Warnings: NSFW, Arguing, Cursing, Drinking Alcohol, Sex.

I sat at my vanity in me and Tara’s shared apartment, applying my lipliner and finishing off my makeup with setting spray. “Y/n/n are you ready?” Tara yell’s from her bedroom. “I am now!” I yell back. I walk out into the living room, then going into Tara’s room. “Hey Tar can you zip up my dress?”. I turn around and she zips it up and we’re ready to go. 

I grab my keys and me and Tara walk to my car, we get settled in and I give her aux. Within 20 minutes we arrive to the party and find our group. “Hey babe” Tara smiles, giving Jake a peck on the cheek. “Hi” He smiles back kissing her forehead, he then looks in my direction “Hey Y/n/n” He drags out pulling me into a hug “How are you tonight?”. “Good and you?” I ask back returning the politeness “Great I’m super surprised you and Tara are on time” He jokes, earning an eye roll from Tara. 

We all chat for a bit. “I’m gonna get a drink” I yell over the music, they nod and I leave. I walk into the kitchen and get a cup and fill it with fruit punch and vodka. I take a sip of my drink, I spot a tall cute blond haired boy with big green eyes walking toward me. I smile at him softly and he makes his way over to me. “You look gorgeous tonight” He smirks, looking down at me. “Thank you, do you wanna dance?” I ask with a smile plastered to my face. “Who would decline dancing with you” He laughs, as I leading him to the dance floor. 

“Oh my god, this is my song!” I yell practically dragging him. We get there and I start dancing him and he's feeling on my waist and kissing my neck. I smile and we’re dancing in unison, our bodies fusing together and really feeling the music.“If I knew she’d be here I would’ve stayed home” Colby complains to sam. Colby sat on the couch watching another man dance with Y/n touching and feeling on her body. He suddenly felt a wave of rage wash over him unsure why it made him so angry. “Dude why’re you such a dick to her?” Sam scoffs. “Me? No its her with an attitude” he snaps back. 

The guy Y/n is with suddenly slightly pulls her dress up, further feeling on her. Not knowing what came over him, Colby gets up and immediately walks over to Y/n and pulls her away from the guy. ,“Colby what the fuck!” I yell. “What the fuck is your problem? If this is another one of your attempts to fuck up my love life I swear to god I'll kill you Colb-” I’m suddenly cut off by him sharply turning around, looking down to face me.

 “Why the hell are you dancing with him? Actually no, why’re you dancing ON him” He asks making intense eye contact with me, I feel his breathe on my face. My brows furrow together “Why the fuck does that matter to you?” I yelled out of pure frustration, who the hell does he think he is? “It matters because I fucking care about you, and I can’t stand him” He hollers back. I roll my eyes “Fuck you”. “I can’t fucking stand you, you know that?”

“You know that I don't care right?” He pushes me against the wall, our lips just inches away from each others. “I hate you” He breathes out lightly “Yeah? Well I hate you more”  I say back looking into his beautiful blue eyes. He places his hand on my cheek gently, I drag my hand to the back of his neck, he pulls me into a pure kiss which soon becomes filled with the desire for each other. My fingers get tangled into his messy brown hair, meanwhile he’s feeling on my body gripping and squeezing as he pleases.  He breaks the kiss to pull me in the closet bedroom he could find. 

This time I pull him into a kiss. In a swift moment he unzips my dress and it falls to the floor. I take off his shirt, and unbutton his pants and he does the rest. His mouth detached from mine for a split second “What happened to you hating me Y/n/n?” He smirks, I rolled my eyes. “Shut the fuck up” he laughs kissing me again. He unclasps my bra and takes off my panties. He goes from my mouth to my neck, leaving hickies down my body as he kisses all the way down my stomach to my inner thighs. Taking a second to look up and admire me. 

He comes back to my lips. His hands wonder down to my vagina as he rubs my clit with his thumb earning soft moans from me, as he slides in his middle and ring finger slowly. “Is this okay?” I nod. He pumps them in and out of me at a steady pace making me moan out, the pleasure taking over. I quiver at his touch, he's unaware of the effect he has on me. He removes his fingers, sucking them before then lining himself up with my entrance. He pushes himself in me softly. I moan in his ear lightly, the sound of skin on skin and moaning from the both of us throughout the room.

He speeds up his pace. His strokes hitting my g-spot, I start getting louder, letting out pornographic moans. “Am I hurting you?” He asks looking down at me. “No, Colby don't stop” I manage to get out. A knot begins forming in my stomach. “You feel so good baby” He moans. “Fuck” I whimper out. He places his hand on my waist. “Colby I’m gonna cum” I breathe out. “Then do it” without hesitation, I cum all over his dick. He pulls out and finishes on my stomach. 

We lay there for about 10 minutes in pure silence intaking what just happened. He breaks the silence. “Hey Y/n?” He asks looking over at me, “Yes Colby?” I look back making eye contact. “What did I do for you to hate me so much? From what I remember we were super close”. “You seriously don't know? It started after your girlfriend at the time threatened me and you took her side” I scoff, turning away from him. “Y/n what are you talking about? She told me you were talking bad about me and I went to ask you about it and you ignored me” He says pulling me into his arms. 

“What? Colby I’d never speak badly about you, is that really what you think of me?” I ask a bit irritated, “No thats why I went to ask, I guess the way I reacted was because I was hurt” He truthfully admitted to me. “Mhm and why's that?” I ask staring into his eyes. “Because truth be told, I was in love with you junior and senior year. I started dating her because I was too scared to tell you” He smiles. “I felt the same way too.” I smile back with the same amount of joy. 

“Y/n let me take you on a date next Friday” He kisses my forehead. “Be ready by 7 and I’ll come pick you up” He speaks sternly. He gets up and grabs a rag to clean me off. I put my clothes back on and we go back out to the party. “Y/n I’m gonna find Sam and I’ll come right back to you okay?” He yells over the music. “Alright bye! I’ll go find Jake and Tara” we both part way.

“Oh my god Y/n” Tara runs over to me and pulls me into a hug “There you are I thought something happened to you. “No, no I’m okay, I’m sorry” I speak out then hugging her back. “I texted you like a million times” I pull out my phone to check and know and behold 270+ texts from Tara. “I’m so sorryyyy” I apologize. “Starbucks on me tomorrow” I say holding out my pinkie finger, earning a smile from my gorgeous best friend. “Wait wait why's your hair so messy? Not oh I've been partying messy but like freshly fucked, Y/n, WHO?” she smirks. “Well I sure can take a guess” Jake says pointing to Colby with his hair just as messed up as mine. Tara’s jaw dropped “No fucking way, Y/n, you didn’t” I stood there with a dorky grin. 

Colby spots the three of us and walks over to us with Sam and Kat. “You two have explaining to do” Tara says pointing at Colby and I. 

A/n: Pt2?

[thefanficmonster]

Piss off your parents pt.3 (finale)

PART 1

PART 2

Colby Brock x Reader (Female)

Warnings: Drinking, Swearing

Genre: Angst with a Happy Ending, Fluff, Friends to Lovers, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: Time wasted can only be compensated with time well spent.

"You wasted us so much time."

Y/N's reply is so far from anything he could've expected, he nearly sprains his neck when his head snaps up. To find a small smile on her face, of all things.

"What?"

There's a note of deep-rooted anger in the laugh that deflates her lungs, "How long?"

"Huh?"

"How long have you felt that way?" She doubles down, her gaze now stiffened into a glare piercing right through him.

"Since we fucking met, ok?!" He'd be less nervous answering questions in front of the FBI. He doesn't know how the script flipped to her being the angry one but it's clear she's gonna let him have it. And he's gonna have to take it, he owes it to her.

"I can't fucking believe you." She shakes her head, shifting to back further away from him and lean her back against the cold mirror behind her. She'd rather hop off the counter and run off - that's what sober her would do, anyway. But, for one, her drunk alter ego is a lot more confrontational, and for two - she physically can't do that. Somewhere along the past ten minutes, Colby somehow ended up standing between her parted legs, blocking her the ability to run away without even meaning to. "You've kept me at arm's length for a whole fucking decade! Treating me like a child, a porcelain doll you feel obligated to look out for! You broke my heart so ignorantly by sleeping around with half the damn town and bragged to me about it! You pushed me into brainwashing myself in love with someone else, led me to believe he felt the same way and now you have the gull to say you were in love with me all along! Bullshit!"

Hellfire, she's showering him with utter hellfire. Each thing she listed got worse than the previous just when he expected it couldn't. It unlocked so many memories he made a vow to never again visit. That was such a low point in his life he didn't notice he had dragged one of his best friends into it as well. Well she's spelling it out for him right here, right now. Loud and fucking clear.

"And to think I was in love with you throughout all of that...fuck, I'm stupid..." She adds in a whisper, highly contrasting the rain of bullets she unleashed seconds prior. It was meant more for herself than him yet it was the final blow for him. His heart is officially down for the count.

"Was? Past tense?" Colby's eyes widen immediately. He didn't hear the words in his brain, they were as news to his ears as they were to hers. He doesn't know where the audacity came from. It's as if he's asking to get smacked. At this point, he'd prefer that to whatever venom she might spew at him. All well within her right.

To his luck, Y/N's gotten tired. Physically and emotionally. And she can't keep the grudge flame alive. Not with Colby at least. She can't help the soft spot on her heart for him. A spot so bruised and sore she can't believe it hasn't turned stiff as stone. It can't, not when her heart starts racing within his proximity every damn time. Not when a smile spreads across her face every time she looks at him. It hurts, yeah, but she doubts it'll ever go away.

"Like it fucking matters." She whispers, again with the same bitterness from earlier.

"Yes it fucking does, Y/N." It's like his brain has been shut off, all rationality has gone out the window. "You said I wasted us so much time. Don't waste more just because you're angry."

She's quick to bite back, "How can I not be? You deserve it, Colby!"

"I know that!" He might not be rational, bordering on desperate, but he's still self aware enough to see and admit to the error of his ways. But he'll be damned if he lets go of this last string of hope. He's clinging onto it like a twig in a flood. "I know I deserve it. But we don't. What we could be, that doesn't deserve more time down the drain, Y/N."

Sudden banging on the door startles them both, reminding them they're in a very peculiar location. A public bathroom. The ladies' bathroom on top of all.

"One second!" Contrasting the deer-in-headlights panic on Colby's face, Y/N takes it upon herself to handle the situation. The sound has scared him into backing away from her, giving her the required space to hop down. She turns to him, poking a finger to his chest, "Act normal. Nothing happened."

With that said, she leads the way out, unlocking the door and slipping out, giving the two girls waiting outside an apologetic smile. They return two knowing smirks when they see Colby emerge from the bathroom right behind her.

"Sorry, girl. Didn't mean to interrupt." The brunette slurs, winking at them both before following after her friend.

"You're good." Y/N replies politely, muttering after the door closed, "You helped."

The pang in Colby's chest cannot be put into words. Before he's had time to recalibrate, she's already gone, having made her way back into the party, disappearing into the crowd.

And just like that, he feels that last string of hope break.

* * * * *

"Hey, I'm so sorry about what I said earlier." Nate shakes the strands of hair away from his eyes so can properly look down at his semi-sober companion who's currently carrying him towards the elevator.

Y/N can't help but smile at him. It hurts like hell but at this point it's like the twentieth blow to the heart tonight. She's become used to it.

"It's ok, Nate. Thanks for being honest and not leading me on." She's aware she's thanking him for the bare minimum but that little conversation with Colby earlier proved to her she should be grateful for that even. Hey, he could've lied. He could've stringed her along, had his fun and then pulled the 'nothing serious' card.

But that's not Nate. He could never.

You thought Colby would never lie to you either. Now here we are

"No, that's not what I mean. I got scared, you know? Friend groups don't survive romance. But I don't care now that I think about it. We should give it a shot. It could be great. Fuck what they think." His words are slurred and his eyes are glazed over, but each syllable is drowning in sincerity. Drunk words are sober thoughts and all that but she'd rather take it as complete nonsense right now.

"Nate, sweetie..." She readjusts the hold she has on her heels so she can grab hold of his hand, "I doubt you know what you're thinking right now. Let's talk in the morning, ok? Get some sleep, sober up, and then we'll figure it out. Sounds good?" She says gently, as if explaining to a three-year-old that Santa isn't real.

He gives her one of those smiles that were the initial reason she (thought she) fell for him, "Yeah." They stop at the door to his shared hotel room with Sam and Colby. Before she can reach for the doorknob, Nate turns to her, his hand coming up to cup her cheek. She momentarily lets herself play along and leans into his touch, knowing how wrong it actually is. "You're the best, Y/N." Their faces, almost instinctively, inch closer and she doesn't do anything to stop it. Fuck all rationality. This night can't get much worse, how bad could a kiss shared between friends be?

She never gets to find out though because the door to the room is thrown open, forcing them apart in an instant. The person standing on the doorstep makes it ten time worse - because of-fucking-course it's Colby.

Y/N immediately starts regretting what almost just happened, semi-glad it didn't. She shouldn't have let it get that far. She's doing to Nate what she was thankful he didn't do to her - stringing him along. She can barely recognize herself - almost kissing one of her best friends while being completely in love with another.

"Oh, um....sorry. I wanted to come help carry Nate up but.....guess you got that covered." He speaks up, trying to cut the awkwardness him and Y/N are currently drowning in. Nate is none the wiser, waving off his friend's apology with a quick 'don't worry about it'. He gives one last squeeze to her hand before going inside, leaving the two staring at each other.

"Is Sam ok?" Y/N asks, cocking her head to the side to take a peek inside the room where she can see Sam's shoes at the foot of the bed. "That fall was pretty bad."

"Yeah, he's fine." Colby sighs heavily, looking over his shoulder at the blonde in question, "Should've stopped climbing on tables like he has nine lives long ago. This might be the lesson he needed."

"Hey!" She frowns at him, "Have some compassion!"

He chuckles, opening his mouth to respond when a sudden yell cuts him off.

"Y/N? That you? Come in!" It's Sam, his voice conveying the pain he's currently in.

She knows she should be heading back down to the front desk to grab her key and go to her own room. But she can't just leave her friend on 'read' in real life and at such a dire time.

So, despite her better judgement, she goes inside to find Nate already out like a light and Sam laying flat on his bed with an arm over his eyes.

"Hi Sammy. Partied a little too hard there, dude." Y/N smiles softly at him, sitting on the edge of his bed.

Sam removes his arm from his face, looking up at her with puppy dog eyes, "Am I gonna die?"

Simultaneously both her and Colby snort out a laugh, sharing a look of mutual understanding and amusement before she returns her attention to the wounded soldier, "You won't. I promise. Just go to sleep." She replies reassuringly, readjusting the ice pack Colby had placed on his knee, causing him to hiss but still nod.

"Stay here for the night?" He asks, almost pleadingly. This interaction is a good insight on the siblingship they have. Colby and Nate have always been variables to her, but luckily she has Sam to be her constant.

"Where am I gonna sleep, Sam?" She asks lightheartedly, looking around the room at the two already occupied beds and the couch by the window.

"There." Sam points at said couch where Y/N can see some trademark Colby clothes splayed around. That's his little nook, clearly.

"And where's Colby gonna sleep?" She laughs, shooting Colby a soft look to find him already staring at her with the same gentleness she's always felt emanating from his eyes.

"The floor." Sam says with no hesitation, causing you both to laugh.

Colby is quick to flip him off, "Fuck you, man."

All he gets in response is a soft snore, alerting them that Sam too has drifted off. Probably for the best cause that scrape on his knee doesn't look pleasant.

And suddenly, they feel like they're alone. Sure, there are two other people present but a canon firing wouldn't be efficient in waking them up. So, they're practically alone.

Neither of them is happy about it.

"Really though, you should stay. What are you gonna do alone in your room?" Colby breaks the brief silence as he awkwardly struts across the room to subtly clean up the mess he's made on the couch.

Y/N shrugs, "Watch TV, drink some more, snack on something, pass out. The usual." She shrugs, carefully getting up so she doesn't nudge Sam out of his slumber.

"You can do all that here....with some company." He offers, cautious about every word that comes out of his mouth. "We don't have to talk about anything. Just raid the minibar and snack tray."

They should talk, they both know it. They're aware that they're at an age where they are considered adults. And adults talk about difficult shit even when they don't want to. They do what should be done.

Not Y/N and Colby, though.

They've cracked open a bottle of rosé and a bag of Cheetos and are currently sitting in silence. A comfortable one, for a change. They've quietly agreed to have this moment be outside the realm of everything else that occurred tonight. Like an island in a stormy sea. There will come a time when they'll have to talk about it, but most definitely not tonight.

Unless...

"Remember the first time we got drunk together?" She asks, watching the pink liquid splashing around in her glass.

Colby snorts at the memory, or whatever he can recall of it. "Barely."

"Yeah, same." She laughs, downing the rest of her wine, "I remember you disappearing for a good portion of the night. Sam and I found you bruised and bloodied hours later."

He joins her in the reminiscing, "That rose bush really did a number on me."

She takes a moment to look him in the eyes. She stays quiet, analyzing him in a way that heats up his skin as though her gaze were a physical force, "You didn't actually fall in a rose bush, did you?"

Ah, there's another lie. A small one in comparison to the first but still a lie. And since it's a night of confessions..."Remember Austin?"

He just unlocked a forgotten part of her brain, "Oh shit yeah! Whatever happened to that guy?"

A dry chuckle rattles his chest, his hand coming up to rub his face, "Well, in short, he liked you a little too much for my liking. So he found out what happens when I'm jealous and drunk."

Y/N can't help but smile. She's a simple girl, of course she finds it hot. But she'll be damned if she lets him notice. She quickly masks it with a joke, "Oh my God, you killed him!"

He laughs, shaking his head before leaning towards her a bit as if he's about to spill some government secrets, "Full disclosure, between you and me..." His eyebrows lift, waiting for her to nod a vow of silence before continuing, "I got my ass kicked."

She busts out laughing, undermining all concern for her two sleeping friends, "I'm not surprised." She teases him, reaching for the bottle for a refill.

Colby doesn't let that happen though. He quickly snatches the bottle, keeping it out of her reach, "Excuse you?!"

"You can't be salty after admitting it yourself." For caution purposes, she sets down the glass before getting up on her knees, extending her arm in a futile attempt at retrieving the stolen item. To her dismay, he just stretches his arm further, making it that much harder. "Oh, fuck you..." she mutters, hovering herself over his lap precariously, putting them in a pretty compromising position.

Colby kicks it into high gear, freeing his hand by setting the bottle down so he can sit her in his lap with a slight tug, earning him a small gasp from her. She settles into him just perfectly, like this is far from the first time they've found each other in such predicament.

Their faces are inches apart. His hands are on her sides, hers are on his shoulders. The proximity is more intoxicating than the alcohol they've consumed throughout the night. They are high on each other and are just now realizing it. Or just now admitting it.

"I thought we weren't gonna talk about it." She whispers, afraid of breaking the thin veil of tranquility currently surrounding them.

"We're not talking about it." His tone mimics hers as though he's afraid he'll scare her off. His grip on her is gentle but firm. It'll physically hurt if he tries to force himself to let go of her.

Luckily he doesn't have to because, before either of them know it, their lips collide.

The innocence of the kiss is brief and gone within seconds. Hands start roaming, breaths are shared, lines are crossed. And, technically, they aren't talking about it. But still, plenty is being said. A decade of pent up emotion is coming to fruition. It's nothing short of passionate, desperate almost.

Right on-brand for them.

* * * * *

"Hi."

"Hi."

They're fully clothed, cuddled up on the couch and alone in the room. Not all lines were crossed last night of fear they might regret it in the morning. However, if their smiles are anything to go by, nothing is being regretted.

Neither of them attempts to move from their comfortable little bubble. Neither of them cares that Nate and Sam probably witnessed this sight when they woke up. Neither of them tries checking the time. It's their way of trying to make the moment last longer into infinity.

"What's going on in that head of yours?" Colby breaks the silence, threading his fingers through her hair.

Her ear is directly over his heart, listening to its steady rhythm she finds so much comfort in, "Just that I can't even lie right. I tell my mom one lie and it ends up becoming true."

Laughter vibrates throughout his chest, sending waves through her body as well, "Is this you asking me out?"

"Do you want it to be?" Y/N shrugs, tilting her head to look up at him.

He smirks down at her, "So much for rebelling, huh?"

"Shut up."

Knowing he won't do so on his own, she tends to the matter herself by pressing her lips to his, effectively shutting him up.

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I'm just tryna read some sam fics and the hashtag is overwhelmed by fucking colby 😭😭😭 don't get me wrong, love them both. But y'all sleep on sam 😔☝🏻

[lianaloverr]

Friends

Colby Brock x Fem!reader

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Summary: It’s been 4 months since you broke up, and Colby just can’t seem to move on..

Warnings: past relationships, Colby cheating in said past relationship, Cussing, Angst

Word count: 1.4k

Hii guys! New banner, new story. This is my first story where I’ve really switched the pov’s around, so I hope you enjoy! btw, on Colby’s pov, (first) means first person.

The song "Friends" by Chase Atlantic is about the feeling of longing for a past relationship that has ended.

Y/n’s pov:

It had been 3 months since you guys broke up. You and Colby dated for a year and a half and it was torture. you put everything into that relationship, and in return, Colby did nothing. And after you found out he cheated with multiple different girls, you got into a heated argument.

This ended with you getting slapped in the face and Colby leaving. A day after, you packed all of his stuff he left at your apartment and gave it to his bestfriend, Sam. Sam was a little confused at first because he got on the phone with Colby the night of and nothing seemed wrong. When you explained, Sam was furious. he asked if you were okay and you said yes, but you lied.

You were hurting inside, Colby never seemed like the type to hit. He proved you wrong.

Colby’s pov (first):

God, I miss you, is what I wrote in my 1000th text message I knew I wasn’t gonna send. I can’t grasp the feeling of her gone. “Hey Colby, whatcha doing?” Sam says, barging in my room. “Nothing” I reply coldly. Sam gives me a look, then speaks. “Are you still thinking about her? It’s been 3 months.” Sam states. I hate how he can just read my mind.

“I know Sam, I just miss her so much.” I reply. “Well;” Sam stops his sentence to sit down. “You fucked up, and you can fix that if you really try. Instead of just sitting here crying and wishing she’ll come running back.” Sam finishes. “Sam, that’s the most realest thing you’ve ever said.” I say, half joking. But I wasn’t it was, it was what i needed to do.

𝟣 𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗁 𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋

Y/n pov:

Your at an influencer party hosted by your mutual. It was pretty cool. They had drinks and games everywhere. You stuck around with your other mutual Tarayummy. She asked you a question that made you rethink your entire life.

“Do you think Colby’s gonna be here?” you immediately froze. You didn’t think of that. You could barely the thought of seeing his face after all this time. He broke you so much. After the breakup, you started cutting, and haven’t been able to stop since. You knew if you could make peace with him, but you couldn’t.

You could stand face to face with the guy who ruined you. Also, when he told his fans that you guys broke up, you were sent death threats from is fans because they thought you broke up with him. You genuinely wanted to, but you held on for hope, and you’re still trying to find it.

Colby’s pov (first):

I just pulled up to this influencer party with Sam. I have no idea who’s hosting it, I just got a random invite to my phone. I see people out in the front yard wasted. Some of them throwing up. I feel bad for the guy who lives here.

When I walk into the house, I just see people having fun, something I haven’t done in a while. Then it crosses my mind, what if Y/n’s here? Thinking of that immediately made me jump. Just the thought of her being there made me so happy. I’ve longed to see her again. After the breakup, she blocked me on everything. I wasn’t able to be the “stalker ex”. I haven’t seen her face in forever, so knowing she could possibly be at this party brings me joy. Maybe I could finally apologize.

Searching for her felt like I was looking for a needle in a haystack. But it didn’t make me feel all that lazy, there were well over 100 people at this party. all i wanted was to find her, and tell her how much i miss her. I miss us. I’ve been stuck in the same place of too long, and all my friends are waiting for of me to move on. But I can’t.

Y/n’s pov:

All night you hoped you wouldn’t see him. You couldn’t do that again. Even if you wanted to get back with him, he never took the relationship seriously. You concluded he wasn’t ready for one.

While walking down the halls you see someone that made you rethink your life again. It was Colby. You were starstruck but quick enough to turn around in hopes he didn’t see you. “Damn.” you thought, you ain’t going through secluded area anymore. Proven to be bad luck.

“Y/n.” you heard a soft voice coming from the end of the hallway. While in the middle of thought, you just decide to talk to him, whats the worst that could happen?

“yes?” you respond quietly. “You don’t know how long I’ve been wanting to talk to you.” he says, on the verge of tears. When he says that, all you could do was stare. The person you were so in love with, and who just left you with no hesitation, can’t move on. You honestly weren’t surprised. Colby has always had attachment issues, but never had a problem going out to parties and having bitches in his bed.

Colby’s pov (first):

I’m still searching for Y/n. This house is too big to be looking for one person. out the corner of my eye, I see Tara. I always knew her and Tara were close so if she was here, Tara would know where she was. “Hey Tara,” I start. “Oh hey Colby! Long time no see.” she smiles and pulls me into a hug. “Yeah it has, but anyway;” I rush to get her off of me. She just looks at me a little irritated and confused, but she listens. “Have you seen Y/n? Is she here?” I ask, eager to know. “Woah slow down buddy, I don’t even think she wants to see you.” She tells me.

“What do you mean?” I frowned. “I don’t know, when i mentioned you to her she just went pale and walked off.” she explains. “Dude, you must’ve really fucked up.” Tara laughs. “Yeah I did, and i’m trying to fix it. Where did she walk to?” I ask, once again. “Uhhh she went overrrr…” she scans the room. “Oh! She went over to that empty corridor over there.” she finished. I didn’t even thank her, I just rushed to the corridor in hopes of finding her.

I stop at the entrance and I see her. She’s walking down kinda fast. As soon as she sees me, she turns around to walk the other way. This broke my heart, she really doesn’t want to see me. I build up the courage to say

“Y/n.” I call out. She stops dead in her tracks, I bet a million things are going on in her head. “yes?” she responds quietly. My heart skips a beat. “You don’t know how long I’ve been wanting to talk to you.” I say, on the verge of letting a river out of my eyes. She turns around then, and I can see that beautiful face I fell in love with, that i’m still in love with.

Y/n pov:

“What do you want to say?” you question, but not very curious because you knew he was gonna give you some bs story. “Y/n i’ve missed you so much. Ever since I left and didn’t get to apologize, I broke-“ “Are you fucking serious?” you ask.

He looks at you with confusion. “You had 4 months. 4 month to try and reach out to me. I know I have you blocked on everything but you could’ve came to my apartment, or you could’ve tried Sam’s phone.” you state. “I-I know I could’ve, but when the time came I would’ve did that.” he lies. “But you didn’t. You left me, no goodbye or anything and you expect me to hear you out? You killed me, everything in me. I can’t go through that again.”

“Wait Y/n please let me explain-“. “No, if listen to you more, i’m gonna punch you in the face. You have to move on. You have to understand I was wronged in that relationship, I just can’t do that a second time.” you say, with tears spilling out your almond shaped eyes. At this point Colby was crying so hard. “Y/n please-“. “Goodbye Colby.” you conclude, and walk out the corridor.

I hope you guys liked it! I really enjoyed writing this but it all happened while something crazy happened. Helped me keep calm:)

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Jake ‼️:

Hey love,come over? Colby’s here btw x

You:

Okayyy,one minute? X

Jake ‼️:

Okay see you soon x

I grabbed my half empty white claw off the counter and smiled grabbing my keys.

I locked the door quickly yet gently and proceeded to walk down the hallway to his apartment which was a floor below me.

After I got out of the elevator I walked to his apartment,knocking gently I heard him jump up and gently run to the door.

I hugged him before walking into his apartment and smiling giving a slight wave at Colby before hugging him and sitting down next to him.

Jake’s face contorted but I thought nothing of it and smiled as I cosied up next to him.

I felt Jake move away slightly and my smile faded,I rubbed his hand but he moved and I gave up,maybe he was just in a bad mood with Colby or something.

Either way I shrugged it off and continued to watch whatever they were watching on YouTube whilst sipping my white claw.

I walked to the kitchen to throw my empty white claw can in the bin.I had tried to shrug off Jake’s behaviour but it was affecting me,whether or not he could see it.

I decided I would quickly text him whilst I leaned back on the counter.

You:

Did I do something wrong? You’re scaring me.

Jake ‼️:

Don’t know,why don’t you ask Colby if you’re so interested.

You:

Jake! You’re my boyfriend,why would I even want to talk to Colby??

Jake ‼️:

Yeah whatever

You:

He’s leaving now anyways!

Colby got off the sofa and fist bumped Jake walking over to the kitchen next to the front door and gave me a hug before leaving.

After Colby had left I sat next to Jake again,hoping he had got over his jealousy.

I cuddled up next to Jake again and he moved away. “Okay,Jake what’s your issue?” I asked him,as I looked up to him,he paused YouTube whilst I sat up staring into his soul.

“You seem to love Colby so much! Why don’t you go fuck him instead?” He said and I audibly laughed,he didn’t seem to like that.

“Jake you’re the only one I even think about fucking,so don’t start.” I said as my laughter died down.

“Oh yeah? What you thinking?” He said leaning back on the sofa and I climbed onto his legs,facing him.

“Maybe something like this..why don’t I show you?” I whispered in his ear before kissing his neck.

“Maybe you should.” He said relaxing into the sofa as I pulled of his shirt,grinding on him softly as he held his hands at my hips.

He began pushing my hips down harder and I whined into the kiss I had found myself in.

“You’re mine baby,all mine.” He whispered as he reclaimed dominance,nipping at my neck gently and slowly putting me on my back.

“All yours.” I whispered back as he took off my shirt and bra. “All mine,yeah?” He asked playfully taking off my bra and taking my nipples into his mouth.

“Promise,m’ all yours Jake,promise.” I whispered,biting back a moan. He soon slipped his hands down and past my skirt.

He began to rub my clit through my panties,his hand round my neck as he kissed me.

“Jake,I’m all yours,please.” I said and he smiled, “Mkay baby.” He said and slowly took down my panties.

He lowered his face in between my legs and I could already feel the heat from his mouth reverberating in between my legs.

I smiled as he lapped his tongue up towards my clit,I moaned out as he took my clit between his pointer,index and thumb,continuing to lick at my heat.

He slowly pushed his tongue inside of me and I almost screamed from pleasure.

I writhed around underneath him,moaning and clenching around his tongue.

I had become a mess from his tongue alone,leaving me patiently waiting for more.

“Fuck,Jake!” I moaned out,knowing he probably still wouldn’t let me cum.

This was the third time I was on edge and it was torture. He sped up his pace,his hips clashing mine as I stared at the stars in my eyes,and not to mention the tattoos on his pelvis and arm that was currently choking me.

He pulled out again as I clenched around him and I whined out of disappointment.

“Jake,please.” I whined out as he poured above me sarcastically. “What do you think?” He said and I couldn’t decipher if he was sarcastic or not but I didn’t care.

“I’m begging,please Jake.” I whispered and he smiled returning back to his original pace.

I moaned out loud again,my limbs giving up on me and all the focus on was my pleasure and Jake’s hand wrapped around my neck.

“I’m close!” I moaned out as I clenched on him for a final time. “Same princess,cum with me.” He said softly as I finally came.

I lied in his arms,falling asleep,his t-shirt loosely wrapped around me and his head in the crook of my neck as he spooned me.

[enemiestolovershoe]

Breaking Point

Sam Golbach x fem!reader

Summary: Y/N is heartbroken after catching her boyfriend cheating. She finds unexpected comfort in her roommate and enemy Sam.

Warnings: Use of y/n, not proofread, cheating (I don’t support cheating your a dickhead if you do), fighting

Words: 4900

Colby zipped up his bag, slinging it over his shoulder as Y/N stood by the front door, leaning against the frame. His departure felt heavier than usual; maybe it was the nerves gnawing at her gut, or maybe it was the slight unease she felt about being left alone with Sam for the weekend. Colby, her best friend and roommate, had always been her safe place in the chaos that was their shared apartment.

"You sure you're going to be okay while I'm gone?" Colby asked, his usual easygoing smile softening with concern.

"Yeah, I'll be fine," Y/N reassured him, though she wasn't sure she fully believed it. Between Mason’s growing jealousy and the constant friction with Sam, things hadn’t exactly been peaceful lately.

Just as Colby pulled her into a hug, her phone vibrated in her pocket. She glanced at the screen: Mason. She ignored the call, deciding to focus on saying goodbye to Colby.

"Call me if anything happens, okay?" Colby added as he opened the door, giving her one last look.

"I will. Have fun," she replied with a forced smile, watching him walk down the hallway. The door clicked shut, leaving an empty silence behind.

With a sigh, Y/N pulled out her phone and hit the call-back button. The phone barely rang twice before Mason picked up, his voice already laced with irritation.

“Why didn’t you pick up the first time I called?” Mason demanded.

“I was saying goodbye to Colby, he’s leaving town for the weekend,” Y/N explained, trying to keep her voice calm, but she could feel the tension already creeping in.

“You didn’t even think to check your phone? What if it was important?” he snapped.

Y/N’s heart sank. “Mason, it was literally two minutes. I’m calling you back now, aren’t I?”

“I’m sick of this, Y/N. Every time I call, it’s like you’ve got something better to do. I bet if it were Colby calling, you’d answer immediately!”

Her throat tightened as the familiar feeling of frustration bubbled up. "Why are you making this about Colby? He’s my best friend, you know that.”

"Yeah, well, it sure feels like he's more important than me sometimes," Mason spat. "And don't even get me started on the fact that you live with Sam. I don't like it, Y/N. I don’t like it at all."

As his voice grew louder, Y/N felt the tears start to well up in her eyes. Her fingers clenched around the phone as she struggled to hold back the sob that threatened to escape. She was used to these arguments, but today it was hitting harder than usual.

Just as she started to reply, the door to the living room creaked open, and Sam strolled in, glancing at her tear-streaked face. His usual smirk flickered, and he raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Why the hell are you crying now?” Sam remarked, his voice dripping with sarcasm but lacking its usual bite. He had noticed something was wrong, but his defenses kicked in, hiding the small amount of concern he actually felt.

Mason, hearing Sam’s voice through the phone, erupted. “Is that Sam? He’s in your room right now? What the hell, Y/N?! I told you I didn’t want him around!”

Y/N could barely get a word in. “Mason, I—”

“I swear to God, Y/N if I find out you’ve been hanging out with him—”

“Nothing’s happening!” she shouted back, her voice cracking under the strain. "He's just—he’s just being a jerk like always, alright? Calm down."

Sam watched her, his expression unreadable, but something in his eyes softened ever so slightly. He didn’t like Mason; he never had. It wasn’t just because of the constant fights Y/N had to endure. It was because Mason had a way of making her feel small, and even though Sam pretended to hate her, seeing her this upset bothered him more than he’d admit.

“Don’t cry over that loser,” Sam muttered under his breath, more to himself than to her.

But Mason heard him. “What did he just say?!” Mason roared through the phone, his voice practically shaking with rage.

Y/N winced, feeling the pressure closing in on all sides. “Mason, please—”

“I’m done talking to you right now, Y/N. Figure out your priorities. Call me when you do.” He hung up without waiting for her to respond.

The silence that followed was deafening. Y/N dropped the phone onto the couch, rubbing her temples as the tears finally spilled over.

Sam shifted uncomfortably, his sarcastic façade faltering. He wasn’t great with feelings, especially hers, but even he couldn’t ignore the mess Mason had left in his wake. He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly before sitting down on the arm of the couch.

“Look… not that I care,” he began, his voice still carrying a hint of his usual attitude, “but Mason’s a real piece of work. Why are you with him again?”

Y/N shot him a glare through her tears. “Not the time, Sam.”

He raised his hands in mock surrender. “Hey, I’m just saying. If the guy makes you cry this much, maybe he’s not worth it.”

She opened her mouth to snap back, but the fight left her before she could get the words out. Instead, she sighed, wiping her face. “You wouldn’t get it.”

Sam shrugged. “Maybe not. But I’m still right.”

A few hours later, Y/N and Sam stood on opposite sides of the living room, getting ready to head to the party they’d both been invited to. Colby had suggested they go together, knowing that Y/N wouldn’t want to stay cooped up in the apartment all weekend, and Sam had reluctantly agreed, though it meant having to spend time with her.

“You sure you’re not gonna break down and cry again?” Sam asked as they walked toward the front door, his voice dripping with his usual sarcasm.

Y/N rolled her eyes. “Are you sure you’re not going to make a complete ass of yourself, like usual?”

“Not making any promises,” he shot back with a smirk.

They both left the apartment, bickering the entire way to the party. Despite the friction, Y/N found that the sharpness in their exchanges felt oddly… familiar. Almost like a distraction from everything that had happened earlier. A distraction she welcomed, even if it came from Sam.

When they arrived at the house, the music was blaring, and people were already spilling out onto the lawn. Y/N glanced around nervously, hoping she wouldn’t run into Mason, or worse, see him with someone else.

Sam caught her hesitation and nudged her with his elbow. “Relax. You’re not here for him. You’re here to have a good time.”

She gave him a skeptical look. “Since when do you care if I have a good time?”

He shrugged, shoving his hands into his pockets. “I don’t. But I don’t want you crying all over me again either.”

Y/N laughed despite herself, shaking her head. “You’re insufferable, you know that?”

“And you’re predictable,” he shot back, though the edges of his smirk softened into something almost… friendly.

For the rest of the night, they kept up their usual banter, but underneath it, there was something different. Maybe it was the shared experience of the earlier fight, or maybe it was just that for once, they weren’t completely at odds. Whatever it was, Y/N found herself oddly grateful for Sam’s presence.

The party buzzed around them, people dancing, laughing, and shouting over the loud music. Y/N stuck close to the kitchen, clutching a drink Sam had poured for her. She wasn't drinking to get drunk—just enough to dull the edge of everything that had happened earlier with Mason.

Sam, as always, stood nearby, throwing casual insults her way, though they seemed to have lost some of their sharpness. He’d made it clear he wasn’t here to babysit her, but there was no denying he kept an eye on her. Despite their banter, the night had almost settled into something tolerable—until Y/N spotted Mason.

Her heart sank, her stomach twisting in knots as she saw him across the room. He was with some of his friends, holding a drink and talking like nothing had happened. His eyes flickered toward her, and for a moment, their gazes locked. Then his expression darkened.

Here we go.

Mason made his way toward her, his strides purposeful, and before she could brace herself, he was standing in front of her. His eyes scanned her face before flicking to Sam, who was only a few feet away.

"Seriously? You're here with him?" Mason growled, his voice low but seething with anger.

Y/N tensed, glancing at Sam, who had immediately noticed Mason's approach and was now watching with a carefully neutral expression.

"It’s a party, Mason. Colby’s out of town, and Sam—"

"Sam what?" Mason interrupted, his voice rising now, attracting some attention from people nearby. "You think it’s cool to just show up here with him after what happened earlier? Are you trying to piss me off?"

Y/N felt the heat rising in her chest. She hadn’t done anything wrong. Mason had no right to be angry, not after the way he’d spoken to her earlier. “I’m not trying to do anything, Mason. I came here to have a good time, just like everyone else.”

"With Sam," Mason spat, venom dripping from his words.

"Yeah, with Sam!" Y/N snapped back, unable to hold it in any longer. "Because you weren’t exactly being supportive, were you? You don’t get to tell me who I can hang out with, especially when all you do is yell at me.”

Sam raised an eyebrow but stayed silent, letting the fight unfold without interjecting—though Y/N could tell by the way his jaw tightened that he was ready to step in if things escalated further.

"Y/N, you’re unbelievable," Mason growled, his voice now loud enough to draw stares from people around them. "First Colby, now Sam? Are you trying to make me look like an idiot?"

"You're doing a great job of that all by yourself," Y/N shot back, feeling her hands clench into fists. "Stop making this about them. This is about us, Mason. You’re jealous of everyone and everything, and I’m tired of it!"

Sam shifted his weight beside her as if getting ready for whatever might come next. Mason, his face red with frustration, took a step toward her, his fists clenched at his sides.

"You know what? I don’t have to deal with this," Mason finally snapped, throwing his drink down. “You’re impossible.”

"Good. Walk away," Y/N said bitterly, her voice shaky but firm. "It’s what you’re good at."

Mason glared at her for a moment, his eyes filled with rage, before he turned sharply on his heel and stormed off, shoving his way through the crowd.

Y/N stood frozen for a second, her chest heaving as she tried to calm down. The loud music seemed distant as the argument replayed in her head. It wasn’t like she hadn’t fought with Mason before, but this time… this time felt different.

"You good?" Sam’s voice cut through the noise, and she realized he had moved closer, his face unreadable.

She nodded, though her heart still pounded in her chest. “Yeah. Just… need a minute.”

He gave her a long look before shrugging. “Take your time. I’ll be around.”

Y/N watched as Sam moved back toward the kitchen, his usual snarky demeanor softened. She sighed and took a sip of her drink, the bitter liquid doing nothing to ease the tension in her body. She stayed near the edge of the room, trying to shake off the fight with Mason, but her mind was still buzzing.

As the night wore on, she couldn’t help but glance around the party, wondering where Mason had disappeared. She wasn’t looking for another confrontation—if anything, she was hoping he’d just left.

Eventually, Y/N felt the need to step away from the crowd and headed toward the back of the house to find the bathroom. She pushed through a small group of people gathered in the hallway, finally spotting the door to the bathroom. As she reached for the handle, she froze.

Through the thin door, she heard the unmistakable sound of someone inside. Giggling. Moaning.

Her stomach twisted, a sinking feeling washing over her. She hesitated for a second, but something inside her urged her to push the door open just a crack.

Her breath caught in her throat.

There, on the counter, was Mason—her Mason—his hands gripping the hips of another girl, his face buried against her neck as he moved against her. The sight was unmistakable. The sounds, the movements… it was real. All of it.

Y/N’s heart shattered in an instant. Her throat felt tight like she couldn’t breathe, and for a moment, she just stood there, paralyzed, watching the person she had spent so much of herself on completely betray her. The girl was too busy moaning Mason’s name to notice Y/N standing there, but Mason’s eyes suddenly flicked toward the door. They locked with hers, and for a split second, a flash of guilt crossed his face.

“Y/N—” he started, but she didn’t wait for an explanation. She slammed the door shut, her hands shaking violently.

Her breath came in shallow gasps as she stumbled back into the hallway, her mind reeling. She wanted to scream, cry, run—anything to get away from what she had just seen. But her body was frozen in shock.

She turned on her heel and moved as quickly as she could back through the party, her vision blurred with unshed tears. She needed to get out of there. She needed air.

She wasn’t sure how far she had gotten before someone grabbed her arm. Startled, she spun around to see Sam, his expression no longer snarky, no longer indifferent. His eyes were filled with concern.

“What the hell happened?” he asked, his voice low but serious. He had never seen her like this before.

Y/N opened her mouth to respond, but no words came. The tears finally spilled over, and she could feel herself breaking down.

Without thinking, she grabbed his hand. She didn’t care about their usual dynamic. She didn’t care about the fact that they were supposed to hate each other. Right now, she just needed someone.

Sam’s grip on Y/N’s arm tightened slightly, sensing that something had gone horribly wrong. He wasn’t used to seeing her like this—completely unraveling in front of him. His usual sarcastic remarks and biting comebacks evaporated, replaced with genuine concern.

“Y/N, hey,” he said softly, his voice losing its usual edge. “What the hell happened?”

She couldn’t answer. The words were stuck in her throat, tangled with the overwhelming weight of the betrayal she’d just witnessed. Her vision blurred, and before she could stop it, her knees buckled. Sam’s reflexes kicked in, and he caught her before she hit the ground, pulling her into him without hesitation.

His arms wrapped around her, firm but gentle, and for the first time in what felt like forever, Y/N didn’t care about keeping it together. She didn’t care that Sam was supposed to be her enemy, the guy who always seemed to delight in pushing her buttons. At that moment, all that mattered was that someone was there. Someone who, despite all the snark and sarcasm, was holding her together when she felt like falling apart.

Sam didn’t say anything at first, just held her tightly as she buried her face in his chest. He could feel her shaking, her breaths coming in short, uneven gasps. It was as if the weight of everything had finally crashed down on her, and Sam, despite his reputation for being emotionally distant, wasn’t going to let her fall.

After a few minutes, her sobs quieted, and her breathing steadied, though her grip on him remained tight. Sam gently rubbed her back, his touch uncharacteristically soft.

“Y/N,” he said quietly, his voice low and soothing. “What happened? Talk to me.”

Her throat felt raw, but she knew she had to say something. She slowly pulled back, though she couldn’t bring herself to fully let go. Her hands clung to his shirt, and she kept her head down, trying to gather the strength to explain.

“Mason,” she finally whispered, her voice hoarse. “I… I found him. He was with someone else… in the bathroom.”

The words hung in the air, and she could feel Sam tense beneath her. He didn’t say anything at first, but his jaw clenched, and his arms tightened around her just slightly, as if he could somehow shield her from the pain she was feeling.

Y/N wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, though the tears kept coming. “I… I walked in, Sam. I saw him—he was with some other girl. I don’t even know who she was. He just… he just looked at me like—like I was nothing.”

Her voice broke again, and she choked back another sob, but this time, Sam didn’t hesitate. He pulled her back into his chest, his hand coming up to cradle the back of her head as she cried against him.

“That piece of shit,” Sam muttered under his breath, though his anger wasn’t directed at her. “Y/N, I’m so sorry.”

Y/N’s breath hitched as she tried to calm herself down, but the pain was too raw, too fresh. “I don’t know what to do, Sam,” she whispered. “I—he just… how could he do that?”

Sam let out a deep breath, and for a moment, he just held her, his thumb gently stroking the back of her head. It was strange, this tenderness coming from him. It wasn’t something she’d ever expected. Yet here he was, being everything she needed in this moment—steady, quiet, and kind.

“You don’t have to do anything right now,” Sam said softly. “You don’t have to think about him, or what happens next. Just… just let yourself feel this. And I’m here, okay?”

His voice, usually full of sarcasm and sharp edges, was uncharacteristically soft. Y/N blinked up at him, her face still wet with tears, and for the first time that night, she felt the tiniest flicker of relief. Sam’s presence, so steady and solid, gave her something to cling to, something to keep her from drowning in her emotions.

“Why are you being so nice to me?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. “You’re supposed to hate me.”

Sam huffed out a quiet laugh, though there was no humor in it. “Yeah, well… maybe I’m not as much of an asshole as you think.”

Y/N couldn’t help but give a small, shaky smile through her tears. She leaned her head against his chest again, letting the steady beat of his heart calm her. Sam’s arms remained around her, not pulling away, not rushing her.

After a few moments of silence, Sam spoke again, his voice low and careful. “Look… I know we’ve had our differences—hell, we’ve spent more time fighting than anything else—but seeing you like this…” He paused, his hand gently resting on her back. “I don’t like seeing you hurt.”

Y/N looked up at him, surprised by the sincerity in his voice. His usual smirk was gone, replaced with something softer, something real. She hadn’t expected this from him, but maybe… maybe she’d misjudged him.

“Thanks,” she whispered, her voice still shaky, but there was warmth behind it. “For not being an asshole… just this once.”

Sam chuckled, his eyes glinting with a hint of his usual humor. “Don’t get used to it.”

She smiled, a real one this time, though it was small and fragile. For a moment, they just stood there, holding onto each other, the party continuing in the background as if nothing had changed. But for Y/N, everything felt different. The pain of Mason’s betrayal was still there, sharp and cutting, but Sam’s presence was like a balm, soothing the raw edges of her heart.

“Do you want to get out of here?” Sam asked after a while, his voice low but steady. “We don’t have to stay. I’ll take you home.”

Y/N nodded the idea of leaving this place—leaving the memory of what she’d just seen behind—feeling like the only thing that made sense. She didn’t want to be here anymore, surrounded by people and noise, while her heart ached.

“Yeah,” she whispered. “Let’s go.”

Sam pulled back slightly, just enough to take her hand, and led her toward the door. His grip was firm but gentle, and for the first time that night, Y/N felt like she wasn’t walking through this nightmare alone.

As they stepped outside into the cool night air, Y/N took a deep breath, the fresh air filling her lungs. The weight of what she’d seen, what she’d felt, was still there, but somehow, it didn’t feel quite as suffocating.

Sam walked beside her in silence for a few moments before he glanced over at her. “You okay?” he asked, his voice still soft.

Y/N nodded, her hand still holding onto his. “I will be.”

As they arrived back at the house, the cool night air had already started to settle into Y/N’s skin, but the weight of everything she’d seen and felt still clung to her like a heavy blanket. Sam was quiet beside her, unlocking the door and stepping aside to let her in first. The house was dimly lit, eerily quiet compared to the noise and chaos of the party they’d just left behind.

“Sit down on the couch,” Sam said gently, his voice steady but soft. “I’ll make you some tea.”

Y/N didn’t argue. She felt numb, her limbs heavy as she sank into the soft cushions of the couch, curling her legs underneath her. The exhaustion from the emotional rollercoaster she’d been on all night was starting to hit her, but she wasn’t sure she could sleep. The image of Mason with that other girl in the bathroom played on a loop in her mind, each time sending a fresh wave of pain through her chest.

In the kitchen, she could hear Sam moving around—grabbing mugs, and boiling water. It was strangely comforting, the way he moved with quiet purpose, no longer the sarcastic, distant guy she’d been at odds with for so long. This Sam, the one who was making her tea and keeping a close eye on her, was a side of him she hadn’t seen before. And despite everything, she was grateful for it.

A few minutes later, Sam returned with two mugs of steaming tea. He placed one gently in front of her on the coffee table and sat down next to her, not too close but close enough that she could feel the warmth of his presence.

He leaned back, his posture relaxed but his eyes watching her carefully. “Do you… want me to stay?” he asked after a pause, his voice low. “I can leave if you’d rather be alone.”

Y/N’s heart skipped at his offer, but the truth was, that the idea of being alone in this moment felt unbearable. She didn’t want to sit in the dark with nothing but her thoughts and the crushing weight of what had happened. She needed him here, even if she couldn’t fully explain why.

“Can you stay?” she asked quietly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Sam didn’t hesitate. “Yeah. I’ll stay.”

He shifted on the couch, getting more comfortable as he settled in beside her. They both sipped their tea in silence for a few minutes, the warm liquid soothing but not enough to numb the ache in her chest. She appreciated the quiet, the way Sam wasn’t trying to force conversation or make light of the situation. He was just there, and for once, that was exactly what she needed.

But the silence gave way to her thoughts, and before long, the flood of emotions became too much to hold in. Y/N set her tea down on the table and wrapped her arms around her knees, pulling them up to her chest. She could feel the tears starting to build again, the lump in her throat growing until she couldn’t swallow it down any longer.

And then, she broke.

The sobs came suddenly, shaking her whole body as she buried her face in her hands, her shoulders trembling with the force of it all. It felt like everything she’d been holding back since the moment she’d walked into that bathroom came crashing down, overwhelming her all at once.

Sam was quick to react, moving closer without hesitation. His arm wrapped around her shoulders, pulling her into him, his hand resting on her back as he gently guided her head to his chest.

“Hey, hey,” he murmured, his voice soft but steady. “It’s okay. Just let it out.”

Y/N clung to him, her fingers gripping the fabric of his shirt as the tears flowed freely. She couldn’t stop the sobs, couldn’t control the wave of emotions that came pouring out of her. Sam held her tightly, his presence solid and warm, his hand rubbing slow circles on her back in an attempt to calm her down.

“Shhh,” he whispered, his voice soothing as he leaned his head down slightly, his chin resting against the top of her head. “It’s gonna be alright, Y/N. I promise. You’re gonna be alright.”

His words, though simple, were like a lifeline, anchoring her in the storm of emotions swirling inside her. The steady rhythm of his voice, the way he held her without judgment or hesitation, made her feel safer than she had in hours.

“I don’t know how to do this,” she cried, her words muffled against his chest. “I don’t know how to deal with it. It hurts so much, Sam.”

“I know,” he said softly, his voice filled with quiet empathy. “I know it does. But you don’t have to deal with it all right now. You don’t have to figure everything out tonight.”

Y/N tightened her grip on him, her tears soaking through his shirt, but Sam didn’t seem to mind. He just held her closer, his hand never stopping its gentle movement on her back, his presence calm and unwavering.

“Everything’s gonna be okay,” he whispered again, his voice barely above a murmur. “I’m here. You’re not alone.”

Y/N’s sobs began to slow after a while, the tears still flowing but not as violently as before. She stayed in Sam’s arms, her face pressed against his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breathing. It was soothing in a way she couldn’t explain, the way his heartbeat thumped against her cheek, grounding her in the moment.

After what felt like an eternity, Y/N finally pulled back slightly, her breath still coming in shaky gasps. Her eyes were red and swollen, her cheeks streaked with tears, but she could feel the weight of the breakdown starting to lift, even if just a little.

Sam’s hand came up to brush a strand of hair away from her face, his touch careful and gentle. His blue eyes, which usually held a teasing glint or an air of detachment, were filled with something softer, something real.

“Hey,” he said softly, his thumb brushing the corner of her eye, wiping away a stray tear. “You’re stronger than you think, you know that?”

Y/N sniffled, feeling another tear slip down her cheek. “I don’t feel strong.”

“You are,” Sam insisted, his voice firm but kind. “Look at everything you’ve been through tonight. And you’re still here, holding it together. That takes strength.”

She didn’t know what to say to that, so she just nodded, feeling the warmth of his words settle in her chest. For a moment, they just looked at each other, the room filled with a quiet understanding that neither of them had expected to find in each other.

And then, before she could second-guess it, Y/N leaned forward.

It was instinctual, a small, tentative movement, but Sam didn’t pull away. Instead, his hand gently cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing lightly against her skin as he leaned in to meet her halfway.

The kiss was soft—gentle, almost hesitant—but something was grounding in it. It wasn’t rushed or desperate; it was a quiet acknowledgment of everything they had shared that night. The warmth of his lips against hers was calming, reassuring, as if he was telling her, without words, that he was there, and he wasn’t going anywhere.

When they finally pulled apart, Y/N’s heart was still racing, but this time it wasn’t from the pain. She blinked up at Sam, her face still damp from the tears, but now there was a small, fragile smile on her lips.

Sam’s hand remained on her cheek for a moment longer, his thumb tracing slow, soothing circles on her skin. He didn’t say anything, but his eyes said enough—they were soft, filled with an understanding and care she hadn’t expected to find in him.

“You’re gonna be okay,” he whispered one last time, his voice steady and certain.

And for the first time that night, Y/N believed him.

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44 | The Eyes

Series: Unexpected

Paring: (Matt Sturniolo x OFC Brock!) (Chris Sturniolo x OFC Brock!)

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: none

| MASTERLIST |

The guys and Dani just left her parents place and they were landing in Boston now to spend time at home with their parents and Nate. Matt and Dani had a bet about who Marylou would go to hug first. Matt bet one of them while Dani said herself.

"Mom!" Matt opens his arms when they walk towards them.

"My baby!" Marylou opens her arms speed walking towards them and Chris opens his arms just for her to pass him to give Dani a hug first.

"Mom!" Chris throws his arms up.

"I love you boys too." She waves them off causing Dani to giggle.

"I win." Dani gives Matt a smile giving his mom a big hug.

"What was the bet?" Nick asks.

"Money." Matt rolls his eyes, "$500!" He then shouts going to get in the car.

"You bet $500 when you know how much mom loves her. That's what you get idiot." Nick tells him.

When they get to the house they settle in a bit before they all go out to eat for dinner. It was a tradition that the first night they must always go out to dinner to eat as a family.

"Are you going to tell my mom that we're together since you already told her you like me?" Matt asks as Dani looks for an outfit for dinner.

"Well, I know she's good at keeping secrets since she never told you how I felt." She stand up from squatting down to look in her suitcase, "Maybe I will maybe I won't. I'm gonna hangout with your dad." She leaves his room.

Matt was the last to join everyone in the living room and kitchen. At the moment his dad and Dani were chatting. He was asking about how has she been and how was her job with modeling going.

"I just love her." Marylou stands next to Matt.

"I know you do." He chuckles.

Marylou watches how Matt looks over at Dani and she could see the difference in his eyes, "It happened didn't it?" She whispers to him so he looks at her, "The way you look at her. There's a slight difference than before. There's more love in them now."

"She let me know you're good at secrets."

"That I am. This is just another to add to the list." She gives him a reassuring smile, "Your brothers don't know I'm gathering." Matt nods his head, "I knew she would be the one." She pats his back going to join the others while Jimmy hit up to get a drink.

"Dani tells that her modeling is going well."

"Yeah, when we went to the mall one of her posters were in the window. That one was a bit inappropriate and awkward when we all saw it." Matt tells his dads

"That's what she said." He laughs, "I bet you liked seeing it."

"Why do you say that?" Matt gets embarrassed.

"Because I know you have feelings for her, I've known since day one. You look at Dani the way I looked at your mom when I feel in love with her." Jimmy now pats Matt's back leaving him.

~

"Once again Dani didn't join us for a car video. But this time it's because her and Matt had a little fight." Chris explains and Matt shakes his head with a slight eye roll. It wasn't really fight it was more of a play fight. "Maybe I can jump back in." He plays around.

"Ahhhh, don't do that!" Nick yells, "At this point all of you just be friends."

Matt rubs his face tired of them, "You're really quiet." Chris studies Matt, "He's keeping something." He turns to look back at Nick so they both laugh at Matt, "Tell us that something."

"There's nothing to tell. You two are making up shit. Seriously." Matt tells them since it wasn't any of their business at the moment.

"Bad lying. He-," Chris can't stop laughing, "He's seriously keeping something. I'm gonna find out." Matt laughs at him, "Watch me."

"Dani, is my best friend. I'll get it out of her." Nick tells them.

"Just tell us. We're your brothers, Matt. You can tell anything." Chris tells him so Matt would be comfortable.

"Unless you are with Dani and it's inappropriate." Nick adds making them laugh.

"Would you tell us if y'all did start to date?" Chris asks him.

"Maybe if we did but we're not so... We're still just close friends and that's good enough for me." Matt tells them.

As soon as they get back home, Nick tells Dani they need to talk so she follows him, "What up?" She takes a seat in his bed.

"Is something going on between you and Matt? You know you can tell me. I literally want it to happen at some point." Nick paces his room wanting to get something out of her.

"Why do you even ask?"

"Because it seems like there something going on. You two are together more than ever and I can see the little playful flirting happening as well." He explains to her.

"Just because we playfully flirt now doesn't mean anything is going on, Nick." She lies to him, which she felt bad doing, "You know I like him and-,"

Nick cuts her off, "I can't help it anymore! He likes you too so can you two get together now?" He busts.

Dani sighs, "Nick, I know he does..."

"What?"

"He told me but we agreed to just be friends in the meantime. That's why there's a bit of flirting going on. That's it nothing else." She gives him a tiny bit of the truth of just saying that Matt told her. "We're just friends and if something wants to go more then we'll think about it. We're friends, Nick. I promise nothing more." She says feeling even more bad.

"You told me the truth compared to Matt at least. I knew you would tell me." He says breaking her heart a bit.

"Yeah,"

~

"Who's the man? Trevor's the man." Dani holds his leash once they get out of the car.

"I wanna get him clothes." Dani looks at a few outfits.

"There's a lot of options for toys." Chris looks at all the toys.

"I think he's more interested in the floor which is so unsettling." Nick shows Trevor sniffing the floor.

"There's so many things like he's smelling." Chris explains.

"So much stimulation." Matt adds.

"He's just not used to getting out of the house like this." Dani adds looking at toys for him.

"You suddenly know everything." Matt rolls his eyes.

"About OUR dog." Chris adds.

"Yeah, because he loves me too." Dani rolls her eyes at them.

"Whatever." Matt picks Trevor up.

"I'm gonna find him a toy he'll like." Dani looks around.

"The only thing he's interested in getting out of here." Nick watches Trevor.

"Trevor." Chris calls him to look at a toy.

"Looky Trevor." Dani calls him and he goes over to her, "You like the raccoon?" She asks him as he sniffs it, "You like this?" This time he nudges it, "Oh, he likes that. I'm gonna get this."

"Okay." Matt looks at the camera.

"She gets him." Nick laughs.

"I'm gonna look at these toys." Dani walks way going to another aisle.

"What is he doing?" Nick asks watching Trevor sniff around and trying to walk away.

" He's sniffing where Dani went." Matt tells him.

"Damn, she was right. He loves her too." Nick couldn't believe it, "Dani, Trevor wants you." Nick calls her so Matt and him go where she went.

[stylezxsilvermoon]

guys i have this idea for a college au but i have no idea if anyone wants to read it HELP

[casparscunttt16]

"Can I kiss you?"

Summary: This is a part 2 to "I hate you", "yeah well I hate you more". In which Colby takes reader on the date!

Part 1 | Colby Brock | Imagine.

The morning after I woke up sore, partially from Colby but mainly due to the heels I wore last night and dancing too. I sat up from my bed as a yawn fell from my lips, I smiled softly as I remembered the events that took place the previous night. I got out of bed and stumbled towards my bathroom, I washed my face and brushed my teeth and did my skincare before then going to the kitchen to make breakfast.

"Morning Tar" A groggy mumble leaves my lips, and she turns towards me with a smile. "Morning babes hope Colby didn't leave you too sore?" she jokes, then bursts out into laughter. "I hope you're aware of how much I don't like you?" I mumble monotoned as she continues laughing a small smile paints my face. "He left you really sore huh? That's why you're walking kind of funny?" she giggles.

I roll my eyes at the girl suddenly there's a knock at Tara and I's apartment door. "Is that Jake?" I asked opening the fridge and taking out milk and grabbing a bowl and cereal, before then turning to face her. "No that should be Kat, Jake wouldn't even be awake at this hour, him and his need for 'beauty' sleep" she quotes beauty, causing laughter to erupt from the both of us.

She gets up from the kitchen island and goes to open the door for Kat. Kat walks in, drops her bag, and takes a seat at the kitchen island. "Hi guys, good morning" she greets with a big smile. "Hi Kat' I return the smile and sit next to her with my cereal. "So how did it happen?" she asks looking over at me eagerly. "Exactly, you have lots of explaining to do missy." Tara and Kat are now both staring at me as I blankly stared back.

"I don't even know myself" that same small smile from earlier reappeared on my lips. "I was dancing with some guy and then next thing I know Colby is dragging me away from the guy, then we're kissing, it happened and we talked, he asked me on a date this Friday" as I spoke gasps from the both of them got louder with each word I spoke. "And you're going right?" Tara asks with her head slightly tilted. "You said, yes, right?" Kat asks with an eyebrow raised. I looked from my bowl meeting their eyes.

"Well um, I didn't say yes or no."

Later that week, Friday.

Friday rolled around faster than expected, Colby texted me to confirm if we were still on for tonight. I agreed and was a bit nervous.. a bit was an understatement, I was quite literally shaking.

It's 5:06, I have two hours to get ready. Tara and Kat immediately started helping me get ready. I showered, shaved, Kat did my hair, skincare and Tara helped find a simple but sexy dress to wear. I sat at my vanity putting on my lipgloss, as I was now ready 6:58. Colby would be here any minute. I heard a knock at the door and panic rushed through my bones, I got up and walked towards the door. I opened the door to see Colby standing there in a black dress shirt with the first few buttons unbuttoned, and dress pants. I looked him up and down and smiled.

It took me a few seconds to realize he had red roses in his hand, my smile grew as he handed them to me. "You look gorgeous" He complimented looking me up and down. "Aww thank you, you don't look bad yourself" we make eye contact as a light blush paints his cheeks. "Don't have her out too late Colby" Kat lectures from behind me, I smile and turn around to see her and Tara cuddled up on the couch. "Yes Katrina" Colby smiles. "Are you ready to go?" he looks back to me and extends his hand for me to take. I nod and take his hand into mine.

He walks me to his car and he open the door for me, then we head to the restaurant. The car ride there was great. Lots of conversation, jokes, and genuine laughter. Genuine laughter I haven't had in awhile. "I honestly didn't expect you to agree to this date with me, I'm glad you let me take you out" he smiles as we finally pull up to the restaurant. "Why wouldn't I?" I ask absentmindedly, as he pulls into the parking lot and parks the car. He gets out and opens my door for me, instinctively our fingers are intertwined together. "Well because we hated each other up until last week, so I guess I'd say I have my reasons".

We go into the restaurant and our seats are out on the balcony by the ocean, the sun is just starting to set. The beautiful hue of orange, yellow and red paint the sky. I look up at the sky. "You seriously look gorgeous" Colby smiles as he stares into my eyes. "Thank you, you look handsome". The rest of the date was amazing, we ate, talked about life, and so much more. He paid and we were about to leave.

"Do you wanna take a walk on the beach?" he asks seemingly impulsively, I nodded and took my heels off. "Yeah, actually I'd love to" I reach for his hand and smile, he eagerly pulls me towards the beach and I let him. "Good because there's something I want to ask you". My face contorted into a look of confusion. We walked down the coastline of the beach, hand in hand, he was holding my heels in his right hand. "What did you want to ask me? You're not gonna kill me out here are you?" I joke and he smiles and laughs. "Mmm sadly no" he replies making my jaw drop. "Can I take you on another date?" he hums looking down at me. "I'd love that".

He took me home shortly after that, the car ride back was quiet but it was a comfortable quiet. I hummed to the music playing quietly as he drove me home. We got back to my apartment and he walked me up to my door. "I had a great time with you tonight" I looked up into his eyes, Colby pulled me closer to him and all I could think of is his hands on my waist. He leaned down closing the distance between us.

"Can I kiss you?" he asks softly. "Please" I reply, getting on my tippy toes. He smiles and presses his lips against mine.

A/n: IT'S AN HOUR LATE, SORRY GUYS! I FORGOT TO POST IT.

[hearts4golbach]

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