Hiii! I'd Like To Request A Colby Imagine, Where The Reader Goes On Her Very First Date With Him And

Love to se another Colby enthusiast here! 🥰 I've read your first imagine and loved it! Keep up the good work 🤍

Thank you so much! Pls I love that boy way too much. I’ve got another imagine in the works, so don’t worry 🩷

HELLO!

I’m so sorry I’ve been kinda MIA. I tend to fall back from social media when I’m going through stressful shit, but I promise I’m not abandoning this by any means. I’ve got two fics in the works right now, per request, but you are more than free to send in more suggestions! I love getting them. It makes me more motivated to write. 🖤

I’m sorry I haven’t posted in a bit! I had some rl issues I had to deal with, but I’ll be back with a new imagine soon, I PROMISE.

Seeing him this happy 🥹🤧

Y/N: *does something cute*

Colby, under his breath: I'm in love with you

Y/N: What was that?

Colby: I said I'M SELLING YOU TO THE ZOO

it’s not much at all, but I’ve already got 24 followers! so THANK YOU. this probably won’t be the permanent name for this blog, but we’ll see. how’s the snc fandom doin today?

𝑺𝑳𝑬𝑬𝑷𝑻𝑨𝑳𝑲.

#request : fem!reader has an alcoholic/abusive father and finds comfort in colby.

CONTENT WARNING❕implied abuse, mentions of alcoholism.

fluff and angst, with a sprinkle of angry colby if you squint. this is on the longer side, so get comfy.

There was a limit to how much you could take, and god, you were creeping up on it a little too quickly. The yelling, screaming, broken beer bottles and the numerous dents and holes in the drywall, all of it was piling up and you could feel yourself starting to crack.

Losing your job a few months ago forced you to move back home, something you were trying to avoid at all costs. But you had been left with no choice, despite knowing exactly how your father was. Especially when he had a few drinks in his system.

And tonight was especially bad.

Your father wasn’t alone — having invited a few of his work buddies to watch a late night football game. Drinks inevitably in hand. The yelling became louder and louder as it dragged on, his frustrations over his team losing ultimately getting taken out on you.

It got to the point where you were afraid to even set foot out of your bedroom, catching wind of the crude and nasty whispers he’d exchange with his friends when he didn’t think you could hear. Specifically pertaining to you.

You’d finally had it.

You were hungry, tired, and needed to get out of this environment before you lost what was left of your sanity. You slipped into a simple pair of sleep shorts and a worn out, oversized tee before grabbing your phone and car keys.

“Where you think you’re going?” Your father slurred as he noticed you making a beeline down the hallway.

Giving a roll of your eyes, you mumbled, “out.”

Despite being wobbly and uncoordinated on his feet, he still managed to get up and slide right in front of you. Towering over your much smaller frame. Intimidation was his biggest weapon against you.

“I don’t think so.”

You stared up at him, feet planted where they were. You had no intention of moving or backing down, not this time. Your defiance seemed to earn a nasty snarl and curl of his upper lip, scoffing as he glanced over at his friends on the sofa. Both of their mouths twitching up into a smirk that mirrored his.

“I’m going to see a friend. Please move.”

The silence was deafening as he pressed even closer, a silent threat that he could easily lay hands on you if he wanted. And you knew he wanted to. But he didn’t, surprisingly. With a wrinkle of his nose, he pulled back and stumbled into the living room once more.

You took the opportunity to rush right out the front door and down the driveway, sliding into your car as you let out a shaky breath. It was hard to concentrate on driving as you gripped the steering wheel so hard your knuckles were painted white. Ears ringing and heart thumping so hard you thought it might burst right out of your chest.

Not even thinking of where you were going, you weren’t entirelt surprised to find yourself pulling up into Colby’s driveway. Parking and switching the engine off, you marched right up to the front door and knocked rapidly. Hoping to god he’d answer.

And he did.

The door swung open and a confused Colby peered out towards you, eyes blinking as his lips curled into a soft smile.

“Hey! What’re you—” he paused mid sentence once he noticed the look on your face, smile dropping as he opened the door even wider.

Your bottom lip began to quiver and within a split second, you felt your resolve crumbling. The dam splitting open and wave after wave crashing through the narrow channel of your emotional walls. Tears flooded your eyes and already started rolling down your cheeks.

Colby stepped forward and reached out with a gentle hand, placing it at the curve of your jaw.

“Whoa, what’s wrong?”

His voice was low, but sweet as each word dripped fron the tip of his tongue. You gave a halfhearted shrug of your shoulders as you kept your gaze down at your feet. “My dad.”

Something in him switched and you could feel the tension bubble up, his own jaw clenching tightly. He was incredibly protective of you and always had been, especially when it came to your father.

“Did he hurt you, y/n?” It was less of a question and more of a subtle demand for an answer. Because god only knows if you were to say yes, he’d be gone in a flash. Seething and see nothing put pure, hellish red.

You were quick to shake your head, looking up at him through your teared stained lashes. And before either of you said anything more, he wrapped an arm around the small of your back and ushered you into the house. Closing the door behind him.

He pulled you along with him towards the sofa in the large living room, sitting down beside you as he let out a soft, mournful little sigh. “What happened? Talk to me.”

You leaned back into the cushions, pulling your knees up to your chest as your arms wrapped tightly around them.

“It’s suffocating. I can’t fucking do it anymore. His drinking is getting even worse, and it’s not just him. It’s his friends, too.”

Colby’s eyes were glued to you, bright blue burning holes into your skin.

His hand, fingers decorated with the silver rings he always loved to wear, reached out and gently wiped away the lingering tears that were resting just below your lashes. You instinctively leaned right in to his touch, eyes fluttering closed only for a moment before they peeked back open again.

“Stay for the night. Sam’s already asleep and I’m wide awake, I could use the company.”

It was impossible not to smile at the idea of him wanting your company. And you absolutely loved spending time with him, perhaps a little more than you’d ever openly admit to his face. “Really?”

Colby raised his brows, chuckling softly as he nodded in respond.

“Hell yeah, it’s been a while since we properly hung out anyway,” he mentioned as he pushed up from the sofa, holding out both his hands towards you as he wiggled his fingers expectantly.

With a playful roll of your eyes, your placed your hands within his and let him pull you up. There was a brief moment where you felt uncharacteristically close to him, tip of your nose only centimeters from touching his. You could feel the soft puff of his breath against your mouth, heart skipping a beat as it kicked up a notch in rhythm.

You wondered if he felt it too, if his own heart was pounding like yours was. And that was when you realized he still hadn’t let go of your hands. You gave them a squeeze, to which he eagerly returned. Head suddenly leaned down to ghost his lips across the edge of your jawline.

That was certainly unexpected.

“What do you say….” Colby began with a whisper into your ear, slowly pulling away. “What do you say we get comfortable and pick a movie, hm? There’s leftover pizza in the fridge, too.”

Your head lulled backwards as he started to pull you towards the staircase, still not letting go of your hands even as your arms were stretched out in front of you. Lips forming a wide, ear to ear smile as you finally gave in.

“Okay, okay. Is it pepperoni?”

He bit down on his lower lip, letting go of your hands as he rubbed his own together in a cute display of excitement. “With the stuffed crust, too. I’ll heat up a couple of slices, YOU go get comfortable.”

You watched as he sauntered over towards the kitchen, turning on your heels as you called out softly at the last minute.

“Colby?”

He stopped in his tracks, peeking around the corner of the wall with that innocent sparkle radiating from his bright blue eyes. The one you adored so incredibly much.

Your stomach fluttered with a million tiny butterflies the moment you two made eye contact again, struggling to find the proper words in the haze of your own feelings.

“Thank you for, you know…”

He didn’t say a word, he simply hurried back over towards you and hooked his finger underneath your chin, tilting your head up and planting a tender, quick kiss right to the center of your lips. Tongue poking out to trace along his own top one, as if he were savoring the way you tasted once you two broke apart.

“It’s what I’m here for, right?” One last smile and he finally disappeared off into the kitchen.

You let out a breath you didn’t realize you’d been holding in, mind reeling as you were left dizzy and infatuated. This was already a much better night than you’d planned it to be.

colby in love is my favorite version of colby.

my first imagine has been published for a few days now, I hope whoever’s read it that it was up to standards. I’ve got another one in the works, but don’t be afraid to keep sending me suggestions or requests!

I know I’m late to the party but I still cannot get over this photo, like I am BARKING. the pink on his chest, the abs, the little peek of the V LINES. GRRRR WOOF WOOF