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[dc418writes]

•Say Yes•

✨Pairing✨: Colin SheaxBlack Reader

Summary🪄: Colin’s present for you can’t wait until Christmas morning

⚠️: mention of past naked hugging, use of a nickname (princess), pretty much all fluff

A/N🎙: Hi guys! So I’ve been seeing posts about the Soulful Hoeliday Collective created by @geminixevans​ @fineanddandy​ @cocobutterqwueen, @syntheticavenger​, @jamalflanagan​, @sunshinexsin​, & @afriendlyblackhottie and I wanted to participate (as to get out of my shy comfort zone and seeing that I’m finally in the Christmas spirit lol). Since I write using the mobile app, I’m not quite sure of the word count nor am I able to use the keep reading cut off (unless I’m just missing something) so apologies for that, and hope you guys like it☺️!

Lashes lazily fluttering against his lightly freckled cheeks, the corners of his mouth curled into a tired smile watching your shoulders sway to the low music as you neatly placed another present, along with some light blue tissue paper, in a separate gift bag covered in snowflakes.

Who would’ve thought Colin Shea; notable player, womanizer, himbo, whatever your term of choice would be smitten enough to actually be tied down? His friends and band mates definitely didn’t. Nor did the countless women expecting a call back the next day only to never hear from him again until they’d awkwardly meet in the grocery store, or at some party.

Even Colin himself didn’t think so, content with his bachelor lifestyle and having no responsibilities other than taking care of himself. That one night after bringing you back to his place though, something in him changed. Just as he was now, he smiled to himself waking up to your head on his bicep that next morning. Braids scattered along the wrinkled pillow and your pouted lips ghosting against his inner elbow. Instead of using Ally’s apartment to avoid your hopeful eyes as you suggested date ideas he knew he’d never agree to, he went over asking to borrow some of her coffee since he hadn’t gone to the store yet. Plus he knew she wasn’t using it with him having yet to replace her broken coffee pot.

Contrary to how she and most his friends thought, no this new Colin wasn’t because of the two hours you spent tangled in different positions and probably disturbing the other inhabitants on the floor—and maybe the floor below too. Well, not solely.

You had this infectious spirit that once you entered his life, he knew you’d be hard to let go. Not that he wanted to though. From your bright smile to the adorable way your nose scrunched when you laughed, Colin wanted you with him for as long as possible. He admittedly felt crazy having such strong emotions so early on, but he was addicted to what he knew about you so far and wanted to know so much more.

A year later and he was still addicted. Feining for you and your touch even if you were only apart for an hour.

“Look who’s awake,” you smirk over your shoulder hearing him groan as he stretched his limbs. “You know, when you suggested we wrap presents together I assumed you’d be helping too.” His tired chuckle hits you just as deep as his raspy voice.

“Sorry princess, guess I was still tired from the gig last night,” he replies moving to kiss up your neck to your cheek and finally tilting your head back to reach your vanilla lips before sitting beside you.

“It’s okay. You’re just in time for the actual wrapping portion,” you smile handing him the fresh roll of mistletoe covered wrapping paper. “I saved it for last since it takes up the most time.”

Carefully removing the glossy paper from its plastic covering, Colin watches you place the cream sweater and matching scarf you bought his mom in a cardboard box before effortlessly measuring, cutting, then folding the paper over the present until it was neatly wrapped with a shiny, red bow on top. You didn’t make it seem difficult, clearly it should be the same for him.

So just like you, he placed the plaid button up for his father in the box before cutting a long strip of paper he was sure would be long enough. Folding around the middle of the box was simple enough, but the ends left him ready to cancel the entire holiday after 10 minutes of trial and error.

How did you get the little triangles on yours again? And how was your paper so taut while his looked wrinkled and loose?

His frustrated sigh has you looking over from your third wrapped present to see him still struggling on his first. “Need some help?”

“We don’t have any more gift bags I can just put this in?”

“We do, but you’re halfway there! Your ends are just a tad bit long,” you reply cutting the ends so they were now about half the length they originally were. “Now you can press these in like this, then fold the top to sit on the bottom piece, and done! Think you can do the other half?”

“How ‘bout you take over the wrapping, and I’ll just hand you stuff when you need it?,” he suggests using the same charm that’s somehow gotten him out of trouble all these years.

The way you narrowed your eyes before softly laughing proves it still works.

“Next time you ask for my help with presents, I’m charging you plus interest.”

“Thank you princess, you’re amazing,” he smiles leaning over to peck along your jawline making your giggles strengthen.

“Yea yea, I’m only taking over because it’s already late and I gotta head back home.”

“You’re not staying?”

“Can’t. I’m supposed to hang out with Melissa tomorrow.”

Call him sappy, but he hated seeing you go. Especially when you’d have to leave late at night when anything could happen.

“She can pick you up here,” he states sliding behind you, wrapping his arm around your waist to slot you between his legs. “Orr, you can reschedule.”

“No that’ll be the third time I rescheduled—second because of you,” you laugh gently nudging his knee. “You can’t be the only person I hang out with Colin Shea.”

“Why not? I’m fun,” he whines tucking his face into your neck.

“Because your fun would probably include us never leaving this apartment if you had your way.”

“I mean…would that be so bad?”

“Colin-”

“I’m kidding,” he chuckles nipping your earlobe. “If I really had my way though, you’d be the first thing I see in the morning and the last I’d see at night.”

Finished with the last present, you turn to straddle his hips as your hands rest along the sides of his neck. Fingers gliding along the small hairs at his nape making him softly hum.

“Such the romantic.”

“And I’m not done yet,” he whispers, pecking your lips before his arm stretches under the colorfully lit tree across from you to retrieve a small grey box hidden behind one of your earlier gift bags.

“What’s this? Christmas isn’t until next week babes.”

“It couldn’t wait,” he shrugs watching your eyes twinkle untying the sparkly white ribbon to lift the lid. Lying on top of the square, cotton like material sat a red capital B with a silver baseball bat behind it making you softly gasp. Not in the way that you were surprised, but how a parent would react to their child gifting them a drawing of what looked like scribbles but was apparently something else.

Your quiet wow as you tried to appear grateful made it hard for Colin to hold back his laughs.

“Aw…um a Red Sox keychain! Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, but you should always look to make sure there’s nothing extra,” he chuckles. Your finger hooks in the clasp of the cold metal raising it until you see a silver key reflecting the overhead light as it gently twists back and forth.

“A mysterious key…”

“That opens my front door.” Your blank stare has him a bit nervous definitely expecting a different reaction. “I uh thought since you’re mostly over here that maybe you’d like not having to wait on me sometimes you know? Let yourself in. Get comfy. Maybe even have some stuff over-,”

“You’re sure?,” you ask. Eyes feeling watery holding the key in your lap.

“Of course I am. I meant it when I said I wanted to see you in the morning and at night. Plus I wouldn’t have to worry about you getting home safe since you’ll be here,” he smiles. “That is if you want.”

Of course with any big decision in your life, there was that anxiety filled voice of doubt that wondered if it wouldn’t work. If you both were moving too fast and this was a mistake. A catastrophic explosion of personalities waiting to happen.

But you loved Colin and knew he loved you too. Everything was great and you both were happy, so why not follow your heart?

“Okay.”

“O-Okay?”

“Okay, I want to move in,” you smile, thumb grazing over his plump bottom lip. “If you’ll still have me that is.”

“I’ll have you now. Later. Tomorrow. Three years from now,” he answers pecking your lips between each statement, pulling your body down to lie over his. “I love you too much to not.”

“I love you too Colin.”

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[dc41896]

Fill Me In

Hey guys☺️! Just wanted to say this idea was inspired by the song “Fill Me In” by Craig David, which is one of my faves and I would definitely recommend if you guys want to look it up

Pairing: Colin SheaxBlack Reader

⚠️: None, all fluff!💕

Warm, soft lips peppering the back of your neck with gentle kisses, you giggle to yourself as you begin to stir under your covers lazily draped over you and your boyfriend’s bodies. Twisting your body around, you’re met with familiar calming blue eyes that now looked the lightest shade of green from the bit of sunlight peaking through the sheer curtains and hitting his face just right.

“Morning beautiful. Sleep well?,” he lazily smiles with groggy, morning voice still intact making your stomach flutter.

“Mhm,” you nod as he kisses your lips, already leaving you breathless and hoping you can stay like this all day.

“So what’s the plan for today?”

“Honestly, nothing besides getting breakfast and eventually lunch and dinner.”

“Oh good, which means we have all the time we want for this.” Leaning down to your neck, you feel lips making their way from your collarbone back up to your jaw leaving more sweet kisses and destined hickeys. Giggling even more from the sensation on your most ticklish spot, your hands make their way to the back of his neck and run through his short, dark brown hair while he holds you close making it impossible to escape.

Loudly vibrating the wood of the nightstand, your phone interrupts your giggle fit, however Colin could care less as he continued his antics.

“Babe cmon let me get the phone really quick.”

With a light huff, he groans into your neck taking a break from his love bites to let you lean over to your waiting phone.

“Hey mom.”

“Hey sweetie! From the sound of your voice I can tell you’re still in bed,” she chuckles.

“Yea I had a late night getting some things done for work.”

“As well as other things,” Colin quietly adds making you smack his chest.

“That’s my girl! Get that work done sweetie,” your dad shouts, smile being felt over the phone and making you laugh.

“Thanks dad, I’m trying.”

“Well hopefully you’ve gotten enough rest because we’re 15 minutes away.”

“Oh from Boston?”

“No, from the apartment!” Quickly sitting up and accidentally scaring Colin, you feel your heart race and stomach grow queasy. “We wanted to surprise you since we haven’t seen you in a while and I even brought all your favorites to cook for you.”

“Aww thanks mom, you guys really didn’t have to do that though.”

“We know but we wanted to, now go ahead and get dressed we’ll be there soon. Bye!”

“Bye,” you reply quickly hanging up your phone and clumsily leaping from the bed with the grey comforter wrapped around your body leaving your boyfriend confused as he sits up covering himself with the thin sheet left.

“So I’m guessing we’re not staying in bed all day?”

“No. My parents decided to pay me a surprise visit and will be here any minute so I have to get ready,” you answer rummaging through your closet like a tornado through a small town trying to pick something out.

“Oh ok, where are we going? I know this great place downtown that they’ll love,” he smiles picking his clothes from the floor and beginning to put them back on. Pausing as you finish securing your ankle length, slit skirt to your hips, that queasy feeling comes back in full force along with guilt from what you were about to say.

“Um actually they’re coming here since my mom’s gonna cook, but uh they’re expecting only the three of us to be there...,” you explain still facing the closet not wanting to see his reaction. Shaking his head, the bed squeaks from him sitting down looking at the carpet beneath his feet.

“You still haven’t told them about us.”

“Babe I’m sorry-,”

“We’ve been together almost a year Y/N. I’m starting to wonder if it’s really you being afraid to tell them or not wanting to because you’re ashamed.”

“What? No of course not!” Walking over to the bed, you crawl across the mattress to wrap your arms around his neck as you kiss his cheek from behind.

“I want to tell them it’s just I know how they get; especially my dad. That’s why I haven’t even mentioned me quitting my job.”

“Y/N you’re a grown adult, I get not wanting to potentially upset or disappoint them but you also have to live your life.”

“I know, and I promise I’ll stop being afraid...one day...eventually,” you reply making him chuckle. “Now I say this with all the love in my heart, but put on your clothes so you can get out please?”

“Yes ma’am,” he laughs before turning to peck your lips.

Following you down the wooden stairs of your loft apartment, he gives you one last kiss goodbye before opening your front door only to come face to face with your parents equally as surprised.

“Hey sweetie! Who is this?,” your mom smiles holding a couple bags of groceries.

“This is um-,”

“Colin. Colin Shea, nice to meet you Mrs. Y/L/N.”

“Ohh this is Colin! Y/N’s mentioned hanging out with you a couple times, it’s nice to meet you as well. And please call me Diane.”

“Funny he’s never been mentioned to me,” your dad, Simon, speaks seemingly analyzing Colin.

“Yes he has, remember a while back she was going to listen to a band and she said her friend Colin would be there?”

“Oh right uh nice to meet you,” Simon half smiles making his way between the two of you to place a kiss on your forehead before setting the bags down in the kitchen.

“If you don’t have any plans Colin, you’re more than welcome to stay for dinner.”

“Yea um about that-,”

“I’d love to!,” he smiles taking the bags from her as she walks in. “I can help out with cooking too if you want.”

“You’re so sweet, but that’s ok. Y/N and I have it, you just relax with Simon.”

“That’s Mr. Y/L/N,” he adds removing the various ingredients from the plastic bags.

Watching as your mom joins your father to start getting things prepared, you hold onto Colin’s arm halting him from the step he was about to take.

“What are you doing?,” you ask in a hushed tone not to be heard by your parents.

“Umm staying for dinner?”

“Colin I’m serious let me tell them when I’m ready. Do not try to ‘accidentally’ have it slip.”

“I know and I promise I won’t say anything. I’ll continue this night as your very close friend who has seen the oddly shaped birthmark at the top of your left buttcheek.”

“Colin!”

“Calm down you have nothing to worry about,” he winks moving to join your parents in the kitchen.

“This is definitely not how I imagined today going,” you thought as you took a deep breath and plastered the best smile you could muster on your face as if on the inside you weren’t screaming to the top of you lungs.

———

“And that was the day I learned that cats really don’t like water and officially became a dog person,” Colin finishes making you and your parents laugh. Taking a bite of the remaining dinner on your plate you were pleasantly surprised, and grateful, at how smoothly everything was going.

While you and your mom cooked, the men talked football on the couch and eventually sounded as if they had known each other longer than a couple hours from their back and forth of which team was better.

Colin being a Boston boy of course siding with the Patriots, while your dad adamantly argued the Falcons like the stan he is.

From football the conversation moved to other topics making you smile to yourself after every glance their way.

Seeing them get along so well, even over dinner, you were just hoping this was a good sign for things to come. Heck, you were so giddy you felt like telling your parents everything right then and there feeling as if nothing could damper the mood.

“So were you guys gonna tell us you’re seeing each other this trip or during the holidays when you also say you’ve eloped and I’m gonna be a grandpa?,” your dad asks sitting back in his chair with arms folded over his chest.

Andddd spoke too soon.

“W-What are you talking about? We’re just friends dad,” you nervously laugh looking at Colin doing the same as he drinks the water from his glass.

“So explain why you’re wearing his necklace then? And before you object, I know in fact it’s his because when he was showing me stats during our football debate I saw the picture on the screen was him and I’m guessing his friends and that same pendant was around his neck. So either you’re that close of friends that you having matching necklaces or something else is going on.”

Still drinking from his glass to avoid having to talk, you slightly shift in your seat unable to find any words to say.

“Or if that’s not enough for you, when we got up to come eat I could smell your perfume on his shirt,” he calmly explains leaning forward to take a bite of his mixed vegetables. “So tell us again how you’re ‘just friends’.”

“Dad I can explain-,”

“I don’t know who I’m more mad at, you my own daughter hiding stuff or you not being man enough to come tell me to my face, or even call, to say you’re seeing my daughter,” he replies directing his attention to a slightly offended Colin.

“Excuse me?”

“It’s me you should be the most upset at. Colin wanted to meet and talk to you guys but I told him no.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re overbearing and judgmental,” you blurt out before your brain could think of a nicer way to try to phrase it. Hand over his chest, he lightly gasps at your allegation while your mom avoids his eyes.

“I am not! But if I was it’s because I’m looking out for you.”

“And I appreciate that, but I’m a grown woman. At some point you’ve got to let me live my life and with the decisions I make whether you think they’re good or not.”

Sighing as his arms fold on the table, he looks over at your mom shaking his head while she busies herself folding the napkin in front of her.

“So you’re just gonna let our daughter talk to me like that?”

“You already know I’ve been telling you about easing up but nooo. Just like you’re daughter, you’re too stubborn.”

“Now that you mention it, she is really stubborn,” Colin adds.

“If you think she’s bad now you should’ve seen her as a child. Lord the tantrums,” your mom laughs along with Colin as if the prior events had never happened and they were still in the middle of a pleasant conversation.

“Okay I’m pretty sure we were talking about dad and not me.”

“Alright I may be a bit stubborn, but that still doesn’t make it right you sneaking around.”

“Simon please, you act like we never did the same thing,” she retorts making your dads eyes quickly fart in her direction trying to silence here while Colin wildly laughed as he leans his head back.

“I gotta have dinner with you guys more often.”

“You’re whole freshman year you’d beg me to come visit and send me bus tickets fully knowing my parents did not want me to be in your dorm.”

All eyes on him, your father sighs running a hand over his face looking defeated and embarrassed.

“Okay you caught me, I did the same things since I too wanted to live my life and do what I wanted. It’s actually funny because I remember telling myself whenever I had kids I’d never be like my parents, all trying to figure out your business and constantly breathing down your neck. But when I first held you and wanted to keep you untouched and protected, I realized that’s all our parents wanted from us too and slipped down that path,” he chuckles to himself shaking his head.

“I never wanted you to feel like you couldn’t come talk to me with any and everything on your mind and I’m sorry I have for all these years. It’s gonna take some time, but I promise to do better bun.” Giggle breaking through your hard expression at the use of your childhood nickname, you lean forward grabbing his hand with a small smile.

“I appreciate that dad.”

Softly squeezing your knee under the table, you turn to Colin tilting his head in your parents direction with a reassuring smile. Knowing what he was referring to, you take a breath mentally preparing yourself.

“And as part of me being more open, I think it’s a good time to tell you that I quit my job.” Blankly looking at you, your parents remain quiet as if they might not have caught what you just said.

“Did...did you just say you quit your job? The job that pays for this apartment as well as other things that aren’t free?!,” your dad asks.

“Yes but I have a new one though! I’m a writer for a local magazine here, and yea it’s a bit of a pay cut but I’m still gonna be fine and it’s something I really love.”

“I thought you loved what you did before?”

“It was nice, but it could never replace writing for me.”

“As long as you’re happy and know what you’re doing, then we support you a hundred percent. Right hunny?,” your mom smiles looking towards your father and nudging his arm.

“Right...if you’re happy, we’re happy.”

“Plus with the more flexible schedule, I’ll have more time to spend home with the baby.”

“BABY?!?!!,” your parents both shout while Colin chokes beside you.

“Baby?! When did that happen?!,” he asks looking at you with red tinted ears and heightened breathing visible through his shirt.

“Oh I’m sure you know when it happened!,” Simon glares in his direction quickly rising from his chair and making Colin hide behind you.

“GUYS! Guys relax I’m kidding! I’m not pregnant it was just a joke! I just wanted to see how you’d react.”

“Too soon bun,” your dad replies clutching his chest as your mom and Colin both breathe a sigh of relief while you laugh.

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