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[starryevermore]

i had an idea it’s game night at the compound. tonight they play jeopardy. tony is the one asking the question and what not. when it gets to the reader and bucky (like that first question that is like who will start it and what not) and asks “name something you might like to have two of in your bed” reader hits the button so fast and says “super soldier tony” and bucky and steve share a knowing look that everyone sees but doesn’t understand. bucky just causally says “when and where doll”

family feud

warnings: sexual innuendos, secret relationship, implied smut, i made peter a lil naïve, pet name (doll)

note: i decided to change it family feud lol

Game nights at the compound were taken incredibly seriously. Tony made it a whole event. Hell, he even made little sets based on famous game shows to really set the scene. He had one for Jeopardy, Are You Smarter than a Fifth Grader (which was hilarious to see Steve squeezed into a tiny little desk), Who Wants to be a Millionaire—the whole shebang. And today's game of choice? Family Feud.

The first team: The Capsicles, comprised of the one and only Steve Rogers, as well as Bucky, Sam, and Nat. The second team: The Underdogs, made up of you, Wanda, Peter, and Vision. The host: none other than Tony Stark himself.

The game had gone on as one would expect. All of you were incredibly competitive, doing your damned hardest to beat out the other team. And you? Well, you really really wanted to beat Bucky and Steve.

Unknown to the rest of the Avengers, the three of you were all seeing each other. You had chosen to keep the relationship under wraps for the moment, wanting to enjoy each other without having to deal with the others for as long as possible. Once everyone knew, the incessant teasing would begin. And, well, as fun as that could be at times, sometimes it made you want to smash some faces in. So, for now, it was a secret.

But then Steve and Bucky had taken to teasing you, in public. Brought attention to the three of you and your secret relationship. While you were growing more comfortable with the others knowing, you still wanted to find a way to get back at them. And what better way than by bruising their egos?

It was your turn to go up, and you were facing off with Sam. Tony stood between you, reading off his card.

"Alright, this is a good one," Tony said. "Name something you might like to have two of in your bed."

Your hand immediately slammed on the buzzer. Everyone's eyes were on you as a smirk curled across your face. "Two super soldiers."

Tony stared at you, his mouth falling open and shut again. "Say that again?"

You looked over at him for a moment before turning your gaze to your boys. "I said, I would like to have two super soldiers in my bed."

Everyone looked over at Steve and Bucky, wondering how they might react. But your boys only shared a glance, the look in their eyes something only you recognized. It was the look they always wore when they were about to ruin you.

"Just give us a time and a place, doll," Bucky said, sending you a wink.

"Wait, what the hell?" Sam said. "What the fuck is happening?"

"Think the fossils are getting some action," Nat said.

"Woah, woah, woah, you? And those old men? Y/N, I'm pretty sure your standards should be higher than that," Tony said.

Meanwhile, Peter was muttering to Wanda, "Wait, why's everyone acting so weird? Aren't they just gonna build a pillow fort?"

"I'm more in the business of ruining pillow forts," you said, smirking, barely able to contain yourself, wanting nothing more than for the game to end.

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[starryevermore]

hey! if you’re still taking requests I was wondering if you could do one where colby and the reader have a self care night. maybe just hanging out, drinking wine, and cute fluff😊

self care night

pairing: colby brock x fem!reader

warnings: sexual innuendos, mention of alcohol (wine), pet names (baby girl, pretty girl, princess)

self care nights are a regular occurrence at the trap house. most of the time, it's just you and colby, but sometimes sam and katrina will join in if they're not too busy.

today, though, was an occasion just for you and colby.

you'd had a particularly rough day at work, and so had colby. while you were being hounded with deadlines and meetings and shitty co-workers, colby was struggling with editing, filming, and brainstorming new content ideas. so, when you finally got home, collapsing on your shared bed, colby decided that the two of you deserved a little night just for the two of you.

without a word, he slid out of bed, where he had been laying down while he waited for you to come home, and went into the bathroom. he started to run a bath, the sound drawing you into the room.

"what are you doing?" you asked.

"treating my baby girl," he said. "wanna pick out a bath bomb to use?"

you were more than happy to oblige, taking your time sniffing each bath bomb you'd collected over the last few months, before finally settling on the peach-shaped one from lush.

when you presented it to him, he only laughed and gave your ass a smack, whispering that you "know just how much he loves a good peach".

while the tub filled, colby disappeared downstairs before reappearing with a couple of wine glasses and a bottle of an expensive wine that he'd been saving for a special occasion.

by then, the tub filled, so he said, "go ahead and get in, pretty girl" while he poured you some wine.

you sent him a wink, pulling off your blouse as seductively as your weary body could handle. he couldn't take his eyes off of you as you slipped off the rest of your clothes, nearly spilling the wine as you sank into the tub and let out a loud moan as the hot body relaxed your muscles.

he slipped in right after you, passing you a glass while you dropped in the bathroom, giggling as it began to dissolve.

you stayed in the tub until the water got cold. as you got out, colby was quick to grab the towel, taking his time in drying you off. you laughed while he did it, joking about he didn't have to be so slick if he wanted to cop a feel.

he only swatted your ass with the towel, before grabbing a towel of his own and wrapping it around you.

you told him to wait in the bathroom while you went to the closet, grabbing a pair of matching fluffy robes that you'd gotten him for christmas.

you each slipped the robes on, before moving on to the next stage of your self-care night: face masks.

colby insisted on putting yours on for you, giggling to himself as he smeared on a charcoal mask all over your face. you got your revenge, though, by making him a charcoal mask beard and snapping a fair amount of pictures before finishing applying the mask.

it took a lot to stop him from kissing you and messing up the mask while you waited the fifteen minutes until you could remove it.

you kept dodging him, squealing, but he caged you against the sink counter and pressed soft kisses to your lips anyways, giggling as you said he was going to get the face mask everywhere.

when it finally came time to remove the masks, you each finished up the rest of your skincare routine, applying the serums and moisturizers that you typically used before returning to the bedroom.

you sank into the large bed, feeling more relaxed then ever, settling in colby's arms, and pressed soft kisses on his face, whispering, "thank you, thank you, thank you for such an amazing evening."

"anything for my princess."

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[starryevermore]

hey!! can you make a spicy story of bucky but he’s chubby! i would love that!! something like i had a crush on him back in high school and i hadn’t seen him for over 5 years and i met him like in a coffee shop and we catch up with things!! and like spice it up a little;)

old crushes, new lovers

pairing: chubby!bucky x fem!reader

warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, unprotected sex, slight cockwarming, pet name (doll)

Seeing Bucky Barnes brought back a tidal wave of emotions that you hadn't thought about since graduation. The moment you walked across the stage, threw your cap in the air, said goodbye to the people you grew up with, you had fully intended on putting your crush on him behind you. You were the quiet, nerdy girl that sat in the front of the classroom. He was the flirt, the Casanova, that could have anyone he wanted. You were on completely different ends of the social spectrum. You'd long since accepted that your crush would be nothing more than a crush. And now that you've graduated, you knew that you should just fully leave him behind.

You had college to worry about, after all. Just a few weeks after graduation, you were going off to college. You were in an early acceptance program that was part of the school's honor's program, so you got a bit of a headstart to it all compared to your classmates. When you said goodbye at graduation, it was goodbye til your next break.

Except, you didn't come back for Christmas break. Or summer break. Or any breaks. You found other things to do, other places to go. You weren't intent on coming back to a place where no one, save for your family, actually cared about you. When you were finally eligible to live off campus, you got yourself an apartment close to your school and just lived there year-round until you graduated.

This was the first summer you'd been back in your hometown since high school. Four long years you'd been gone, and so little yet so much had changed in that amount of time. You'd just come back from a promising job interview—though you had wanted to get away from your hometown, even you had to admit you'd missed it and wanted to put some roots down—and you'd decided to treat yourself to some coffee from the café you once worked at in high school.

That was where you ran into Bucky, who was right behind you in line. You'd chatted as you waited for your coffees at the pick-up counter, the conversation coming easily which was a far cry from the quiet squeaks you'd let out whenever he spoke to you in passing in high school. But things were different now. Bucky was different. He was no longer the muscular athlete you once knew. He had put on some weight and it somehow made him look even more appealing to you, something you once thought to be impossible.

You sat down at a booth in the corner of the café, laughing and talking about how your lives had turned out. Bucky had gone to culinary school to become a pastry chef, and now he owned a little bakery on the corner of 107th Street and Main Street. Said it was pretty popular, and that you should check it out sometime soon. But it wasn't just all about him. He was interested, genuinely interested, in what you'd been getting up to in college, why you hadn't been around.

And then he said the one thing that made you follow him to his apartment and fall into bed with him: "You know, my one regret in high school was never asking you out. Always had a massive crush on you, but you were way out of my league. Smart and gorgeous? Yeah, I knew you'd never want to be with a guy like him."

And now you were wrapped around him, straddling him as you sank down onto his cock. God, he fucking filled you and you hadn't even taken his full length yet.

"Shit, doll, you're so fuckin' tight," Bucky hissed, his hands grabbing at your hips, guiding you as you rode him. "Fuckin' perfect, made just for me, ain't ya?"

"Yes, oh god, feels so good!" you cried, your hands gripping his shoulders.

"No god, doll, jus' me."

Your nerves were on fire, the pleasure, the euphoria, you were experiencing far greater than anything you ever felt in your entire life. You squeezed your eyes shut as you approached your high.

"I think I'm gonna—"

"Go ahead, doll, come for me."

The wave crashed over you, and you collapsed against Bucky's chest as he reached his own high. He circled his arms around you, holding you close as he stayed inside you, his and your quiet pants the only thing filling the room. You nuzzled your face in the crook of his neck as he held you even tighter.

"I know this isn't the typical way people go about these kinda things," Bucky said, "but would you like to go out to dinner sometime?"

You smiled softly. "Yeah, yeah I'd love that."

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[starryevermore]

Five Years Later is *chef's kiss AMAZING!! I need more! Smut, angst, fluff, idc I just need it!😍😘😍

the aftermath

warnings: mention of stucky's bullying, kinda angsty

sequel to "five years later"

You tapped your foot on the tile floor, glancing down at your watch. Thirty minutes late. Fuckers made a big deal about apologizing and they were ten minutes late. You huffed, shaking your head, leaning back in your seat with your arms crossed over your chest.

Finally, though, finally, Steve and Bucky came running in. They spotted you at the booth you were sat in, and immediately rushed over.

"So sorry about that, doll—"

"Don't call me that," you said. You glanced down at the bag Bucky was holding. "That my shirt?"

"Yeah, yeah, here," he said, holding it out to you.

You took it from his hands, pulling the shirt out. It was a nice blouse. A pretty blue color not much different from the one you spilled punch on. And, look at that, they even got your size right.

"We asked Nat was size shirt you wore," Steve said. "Figured she would still remember from the Christmas and birthday presents back in school."

"Oh, would you look at that, you do have a brain you can use." You folded the shirt back up, returning it to its bag. Then, you stood up, looking between them. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll be leaving."

"Wait, you said you'd—"

"That was before you disrespected me and my time," you said. "You were thirty minutes late. I'll allow an explanation as to why, but I will be leaving after that."

"We..." Bucky tried, but came up with nothing. "We lost track of time. We're sorry."

"Okay. Well, thanks for at least showing up, I guess. Goodbye."

"Can't we at least get you a coffee first?" Steve asked.

You shook your head. "No. I...After this, I don't want to see or hear from either of you ever again. I gave you a chance. You blew it. I didn't have much faith in you to begin with, but the little I did have is now nonexistent. You treated me like shit for all of college, and I'm not about to let it happen again."

With that note of finality, you pushed back Steve and Bucky, walking out of that café and out of their lives. You didn't once look back. You hadn't really wanted closure, but now...Now at least you knew that those tigers couldn't change their stripes.

But back in the café, Steve and Bucky were sinking into the booth you once sat in, the dejection washing over them.

"We fucked up, didn't we, Stevie?" Bucky asked.

"Yeah, we did."

"There's nothing we can do now, is there?"

"No, I don't think so." Steve reached across the table, grabbing at Bucky's hand. "I wish I could just turn back the clock and do this all over again. Never treat her the way I did, the way we did."

"Me too," Bucky mumbled. "But...I don't know. We probably wouldn't have been good for her anyways. Maybe it's for the best that this happened."

"Maybe. Guess we'll never really know."

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[starryevermore]

a thought: ransom doing something to piss you off and he ends up regretting it but doesn’t know how to make it up to you cause he wants it to be genuine and he falls asleep in his office and you go to bring him to bed and you find that he’s been reading a wikihow article called “how to apologize” 🥺

learning to apologize

warnings: ransom is a dick (but tries to get better), mention of weight insecurity, pet name (princess)

He hadn't meant to. Honest. It's just...well...Sometimes he liked to get a rise out of you. He likes the way you react, how your hands curl into fists, how your voice gets slightly higher as you argue back, how your face screws up as you try to look intimidating. It's cute. He likes to know that he can make you feel such intense emotions, how you're putty in his hands. But this time, even he knew that he went a little too far.

Okay, a lot too far.

You'd been getting ready to go out to some work thing with him, and he made an uncalled for comment about how your dress was a smidge too tight. But instead of fighting back like Ransom expected you to, your face crumpled up and you retreated to your shared bathroom. He followed after you, an apology on the tip of his tongue, but the words that fell out instead only made things worse.

"Oh, come on, you can't seriously be pissed about this," he said, watching you take a reusable makeup wipe and starting to remove your makeup. "Come on, stop that. We got a dinner to get to."

"You can go."

"No I fucking can't, it's your work dinner!" Ransom tried to grab your arm, stop you from taking off more of your makeup, but you only jerked away. "Princess, please. Stop. Don't ruin the evening."

"Oh, I'm ruining the evening? Good to know."

You rinsed the makeup wipe and set it on the counter before brushing past him to go to the walk-in closet, unzipping your dress as you walked. You slid it off your body and put it back on its hanger. After taking off your bra, you grabbed an oversized t-shirt from your college years and put it on.

"Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll be sleeping in the guest room."

His heart hammered in his chest, panic rising up as he tried to fix this. "Princess, please—"

"No." You held your hand up, stopping him. "Let me be mad. We can talk about this in the morning, but you just...Please, let me be."

He didn't anything more, afraid that he would ruin things further, so he left you go, watching you leave the room. He stayed still for a moment, before deciding he needed to do something to fix this.

Talking to you was out of the question. At the moment, he knew that anything he said would just make things work. Buying you something wouldn't work either. As much as you loved being spoiled by Ransom, this wasn't the kind of thing where his money could just wish his problems away. No, he needed to do something big.

He needed to learn how to apologize.

He retired to his office, sinking into the leather seat and turning on his computer. He chewed on his lip when he opening a browser, feeling like an idiot as he typed "how to apologize wikihow" and hit enter.

He read over the article like it was the goddamn Bible, reciting each step as if it was the gospel truth.

Part 1. Preparing Your Apology

1. Give Up the Idea of Being "Right".

2. Use "I" Statements.

3. Avoid Justifying Your Actions.

4. Use Excuses Cautiously.

5. Avoid the "But".

6. Consider the Other Person's Needs and Personality.

7. Write Your Apology Down, If You Like.

Ransom had to stop himself from groaning when he realized how in depth this tutorial was. But, admittedly, he didn't have the first clue how to apologize. He never had to before. And yet, he knew he had to. He got the feeling that he could ruin everything he had built with you if he didn't get his shit together, and he wasn't about to fuck things up so easily.

So, he grabbed a pen and started drafting an apology.

Part 2. Apologizing at the Right Time and Place

1. Find the Right Time.

2. Do It in Person.

3. Choose a Quiet or Private Setting.

4. Make Sure You Have Enough Time to Have a Complete Conversation.

He'd do it first thing in the morning. He'd go to the guest room, wake you up gently if you weren't already awake. He'd take your hands in his, press soft kisses to your knuckles, before beginning to apologize. Yes, yes that could work..

Part 3. Making Your Apology

1. Be Open and Non-Threatening.

2. Use Open, Humble Body Language.

3. State Your Regret.

4. Accept Responsibility.

5. State How You Will Remedy the Situation.

6. Listen to the Other Person.

7. End with Gratitude.

8. Be Patient.

9. Stick to Your Word.

He was all set. He was sure of it. He'll run through his apology a few more times, and then he'll go to you first thing in the morning. But, first, he'll rest his eyes for just a moment...

When he opened his eyes, sunlight was streaming in through the large windows and something was sitting on him. Something was sitting on him. Wait, you were sitting on him.

"Whatcha doin', princess?" he asked, his voice low and still drowsy.

"I forgive you," you said, kissing the tip of his nose.

His brows furrowed together. "I haven't even apologized yet."

"You don't have to. I saw what you were looking up, and...Ransom, I think that might've just been the sweetest thing you've ever done."

"No, no, no. Please, let me say this." You leaned back, and he looked up into your pretty eyes as he said, "Princess, I'm so sorry for what I did. I didn't mean to poke fun at your weight. You have and always will look stunning to me, no matter how big or how small. Sometimes, I like to poke fun at you 'cause I like to know I can get you to react so strongly. I never meant, though, to make you feel insecure. I will do better from now on, and only try to get a rise out of you by saying good things about you. I promise."

A smile overtook your face as you leaned down to kiss him.

"Does this mean you forgive me?" he mumbled against your lips.

"Of course I forgive you, you big ole sap."

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[starryevermore]

hii i saw that your fic requests were open so i was wondering if you could write colby taking care of his drunk s/o after a party. ik you can make it cute af jssjjs thank you! hope you’re well 💗💗

taking care of drunk reader

pairing: colby brock x fem!reader

“C’mon, bubba,” Colby laughed quietly, wrapping his arm around you and guiding you up the stairs to his bedroom.

“Nooo,” you whined. “Was talking to Katrina, wasn’t finished talking.”

“Bub, Katrina’s been asleep on the couch for the last half hour. If you were talking to her, she wasn’t listening.”

Sam and Colby had thrown a small party to celebrate yet another successful 25x25 video, and needless to say, the party quickly got out of hand. Sure, it wasn’t to the same level as the original trap house parties, but it was by no means the small get-together they had been planning for. And worst yet? You had gone a little too heavy on the drinking, leaving Colby to help you as though you were some bumbling bear wandering out of the forest and into residential areas so that you don’t make a huge mess of yourself and everything around you.

“Not true!” you said as he finally got you upstairs and into his bathroom.

He lifted you up and set you on the bathroom counter, before reaching over to grab some makeup wipes. You protested the action, still trying to debate that you were, in fact, talking to Katrina. But Colby only laughed, trying his best to remove your false lashes without ripping out your real lashes. When the job was finally done, Colby left you momentarily to get you a change of clothes before returning and helping you into your favorite xplr hoodie that smelled just like him.

“C’mon, bub, let’s get you to bed.”

“Carry me?” you asked, making grabby hands at him.

“Of course,” he said, cradling you in his arms as he brought you to his bed and snuggled up beside you. “I love you, bub.”

“I love you too,” you yawned. “But I was talking to Katrina.”

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[starryevermore]

hey bitch! watch that tiktok you saved that was like "stitch this with something your boyfriend won't let you do" and do a blurb of it with chris! (also drink some water you fucking whore! <3)

the tiktok in question

“That Was, Like, Two Years Ago!”

word count: 702

note: if there’s any couple tiktoks you want me to write about with chris,, please send me some! (just please include a link as an example if you can just in case I’m not familiar with the particular concept!)

“Let’s play a game where we say things that our boyfriends won’t let us do,” the woman on your fyp said. “I’ll go first.”

The video cut to another woman showing off her wonderful man and how he didn’t ever try to control her or her actions. But you paid little attention to the specifics of the video, the gears already turning in your mind. You’d been dating your boyfriend, Chris, for nearly three years now, and he was beyond supportive in everything you did. One such thing was your blossoming TikTok career, an accidental creation during your boredom in the early days of the pandemic. A good chunk of your following was the result of you being the girlfriend of Chris Evans and, from time to time, you’d indulge in them and provide content related to Chris. Usually, it came in the form of you reacting to the various TikToks of people thirsting over your boyfriend, but sometimes you’d post videos that showed a sneak peak into your life with Chris. 

And this? This was perfect. 

You went to the kitchen, hitting the record button and propping your phone up against the toaster before leaning against the counter, trying to act a little bit subtle about your recording so you’d get a more genuine reaction. When it was all set up and ready, you called out, “Hey, Chris?”

“Yeah?” he shouted from the living room.

“Can you come here for a sec?”

You heard Chris grunt slightly as he got off the couch before he padded into the kitchen, asking, “Whatcha need, pretty girl?”

“I was just wondering, like, what won’t you let me do?”

His brows furrowed together as he processed the question. “What I won’t—I don’t know, like heroin? Cocaine?”

You laughed slightly at his thought process. Oh, the fans would die over this. “No, like something I might actually do.”

“Oh!” he said. “I wouldn’t let you murder somebody.” 

You blinked. “You think I'd kill somebody?”

“Well, I see how you get when you’re in traffic—”

“Okay, okay! Okay, no, like something...” you cut him off. You frowned, decided to give up the subtly in your question, and gestured to your phone. “It’s for a TikTok. So, like, what’s something a boyfriend wouldn’t want a girlfriend to do specifically?” 

“I don’t like, what’s...What do guys try to control? I mean, cut your hair? No, you can cut your hair. Get tattoos? No, you can get tattoos. We should go get a tattoo together, actually. I mean, what are other things guys get pissed about?” he muttered to himself. 

You laughed slightly. “But, Chris, baby, is there anything you specifically won’t let me do?”

“Uh, I guess cheat?”

“I mean, yeah that’s obvious—”

“NO!” he shouted and pointed an accusatory finger at you, startling you. “Once you cheated at Clue.”

You couldn’t hold back your laughter now. A few years ago, you and Chris went to a good ole fashioned Evans Family Game Night. During a game of Clue, you and Scott had snuck a look at Chris’s cards while he went to the bathroom. And when he found out? Oh, you haven’t ever been able to live it down. 

“Oh my god!” you laughed. “We’re not having this fight again!”

“No, no, no, we should!” he said, putting his hands on his hips. “I was so angry when you cheated.”

“I said I was sorry!” you tried to defend, but it could barely come out as you were wheezing while you laughed. 

“That was like two years ago and—”

“Yeah, two years ago!”

“—and it still hurts!” He sniffed, pretending to cry. “I can’t believe you’d cheat like that.”

“Oh, bubba!” you said, your tone going a bit softer. You crossed the room and pulled him into your arms, resting your head on his chest. “I promise, I’ll never cheat at Clue again.”

“You better mean it,” he sniffled.

“I do,” you said. “But Uno on the other hand...” 

“Hey! Okay, you know what? That’s the one thing I won’t let you do. You’re not allowed to cheat at any games anymore!”

You laughed again, already knowing that the fans were definitely going to have fun with this. 

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[starryevermore]

So I thought this could be cute maybe the reader has family in Tucson since that’s where Colbys family is moving to. And just so happens colbys parents move next door to her family and they set them up together

parental meddling

pairing: colby brock x fem!reader

“Do you think they know we’re already dating?” you asked, reading yet another text message about the “perfect guy” that your parents had found for you as you cuddled up to your boyfriend.

Your parents had lived in Tucson for several years now, and they had recently became acquainted with their new neighbors, the Brocks. The couples immediately hit it off, talking about anything and everything. But their favorite conversation was that their kids would be absolutely perfect for each other.

Little did they know, their kids also thought the same thing.

You and Colby had started dating about a month before his parents made the move, having met at the grocery store when you saw him buying an assortment of White Claws and equivalents to the drink. You made some dumb remark—you honestly couldn’t remember what it was—and Colby fell for you, hard. He got your number, took you a date, and swept you off your feet. The rest was history.

But then both of your parents started telling each of you about the “perfect match” that they had found. And the two of you ranted to each other about it for ages, until you both received pictures of your “perfect match” and realized that your parents were trying to set you up...with each other

Now it was just a fun little laugh between the two of you as you waited for your parents to realize what was going on.

“Probably never,” Colby said. “Should we just tell them?”

“I guess, but how should we?”

“Hmm...Our parents are having dinner together tonight, right?”

“I think so, why?”

He didn’t answer you, instead pulling out his phone and FaceTiming his mom.

“Hey Mom! Hey Dad!” Colby greeted when they answered the video call. He slightly angled the phone so that you were in frame. “I just wanted to let you know that you were right! Y/N is the perfect girl for me!”

And, just as his parents and your parents started shouting about how the two of you have already met, Colby ended the call and resumed cuddling you.

“There. All done.”

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okay so I'm sending this via ask cause idk if you'll be able to flesh it out enough into a fic but write this based off the convo you had with em: costume party held by rdj and you go as Betty boop/Jessica rabbit. you and chris have been having a secret relationship. he sees you and tries his best to stay calming tries to not do anything to get caught, but then he can’t take it anymore 😙

jessica rabbit vibes

warnings?: jealous/possessive chris, implied smut

when you found out about rdj’s costume party, you already had the perfect costume in mind. and, lucky for you, you’d bought it ages ago as a little surprise for your sorta-boyfriend-but-not-really, chris.

your relationship with him was odd, to say the least. you weren’t exactly friends with benefits, and the two of you were wholly committed to each other. but there was no label. nothing that made your relationship distinct.

both of you knew that making your relationship official would make things complicated. you both were household names and your lives were analyzed under microscopes.

the second that you made it official, you knew that someone was going to find out and it would suddenly be everyone’s business. honestly, it was almost amazing that there was no suspicion that the two of you were anything more than friends.

but, still, you wanted to be his girlfriend. you wanted to have a life with him, even if it meant that people would constantly be speculating about it. and, sometimes, you felt like chris felt the same way, even if he wouldn’t say it out loud.

enter the costume party.

it was the perfect opportunity to test his boundaries in a relatively harmless way.

so you shimmied on that sparkly red dress with the plunging neckline, did your makeup just like jessica rabbit, and added the finishing touches with all of the little accessories.

chris was going to fall head over heels for you when he saw you. you just knew it.

you arrived at the party before he did and began mingling with the other guests, saying hi to your fellow castmates before going to get yourself a drink.

as you sipped on a margarita, you felt a presence beside you and turned to see Sebastian.

“you’re gonna kill him, you know,” he chuckled, giving you a once over.

“oh, i have no idea what you’re talking about,” you said innocently.

“i don’t believe that for a second. everyone knows that chris is crazy for you.”

“is it that obvious?” you asked, trying to hide the hints of insecurity.  as confident as you were, you still worried that chris might not like you as much as you liked him, that he was just biding his time until he found the perfect girl.

he reached over, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder. “he’s fucking crazy for you, y/n. he’d do anything for you. you should never doubt that.”

“you’re damn right i will. so you better get your hands off her.”

chris’s voice could cut through ice. you whipped your head around, seeing him dressed in a white toga complete with sandals, a sword, and a fake chest plate. 

sebastian raised his hands, backing away slowly as if to mock chris. “relax, man, wasn’t trying to make a move on your girl.”

“good, ‘cause you wouldn’t know how to take care of her anyways.”

before you could even begin to protest, he was taking sebastian’s place in front of you, wrapping his arms around your waist, and pulling you in for a kiss. 

“he was right, though. you are driving me crazy in that dress, pretty girl.”

you ran your fingers through his hair. “yeah? and what’re you gonna do about it, hercules? gonna make me yours?”

“you’re already mine,” he said, leaning down and brushing his lips against the shell of your ear. “but if it matters so much, i’ll make you mine. i’ll make you forget any other man even fucking exists.”

you smirked, pulling his head back so you could press a kiss to his lips. “then meet me in the bathroom upstairs in five minutes.”

“oh?”

“yeah, gonna need a little...sword practice,” you teased, glancing down at his growing erection. “you think you’re up for it?”

“pretty girl, i'd do anything for you.”

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[starryevermore]

Can you do a fic of Colby being a bad boy but having to dress in this preppy uniform to go to school. And Somehow Amber is his bff eventhough they're complete opposites lmao.

Im sorry but after his video i cant get that image out of my head. Maybe she's like a stoner or something and he ditches school and hangsout with her somewhere idk.

ready to run

summary: anywhere she goes, he'll follow.

pairing: colby brock x fem!reader

word count: 470

warnings: sort of high school au, colby is a bad boy but I don't really dive into that so just know that's how you're supposed to imagine him, amber's a stoner, skipping school to smoke, amber calls colby "daddy" (only including this cause she did say it in the video lmao)

"You know you shouldn't be here," Amber said, looking over Colby as he came around the bleacher, taking a slow drag. "Aren't you s'pposed to be in History right now?"

Colby rolled his eyes, loosening his tie as he sat down on the grass next to her. "As if you have room to talk. Aren't you supposed to be in Home Ec?"

"They're teaching how to cook, and we both know that's a disaster waitin' to happen if I'm involved." Amber passed her joint to Colby. "We both remember what happened when I tried to make brownies that one time."

"You know, I still don't understand how the fuckin' oven blew up just by you lookin' at it," Colby mused, blowing out the smoke in little o's.

"Some people were just born to not have to raise a finger." She moved closer, resting her head on his shoulder. "I've got better things to do. Once I get outta this town, I'll be so rich I can just hire people to do those things for me."

"What? You gonna fine some billionaire bachelor to wife you up?"

"You sound jealous, daddy," she teased, him scoffing when she called him that nickname. She knew how much he hated it, so she always jumped at the opportunity to use it. "Nah, I'm gonna do it all on my own. Gonna build myself an empire. Gonna be so famous that they're gonna make a cartoon of me."

"Don't forget about us little people when you make it to the top, then."

He hadn't meant to sound miffed, but...He just really like Amber's company. She, and Sam, were the only people who really got him in this town. The only people who looked past the persona he put on. He could only be himself around his two friends, and he didn't know what he would do if he didn't have them both.

"Oh, don't act like you aren't comin' with me, Brock. Know all about yours and Golbach's plans for fame. We're all gonna make it. I know it."

As if he knew he was being spoken about, Sam came running around the corner to them, waving his arms like a maniac. "Guys, guys! You gotta go! Mr. Gilliam is comin' and he ain't happy!"

"Shit," Colby cursed. The vice principal, Mr. Gilliam, ruled over disciplinary action with an iron fist. If he caught them skipping class and getting high? Oh, it was came over. "Can't get another detention. My mom will kill me."

"Oh, Colby Brock, Bad Boy Extraordinaire, is a momma's boy? Cute," Amber smirked. She jumped up to her feet, and held out her hand for him to take. "Ready to run?"

Sam had reached them by the time Colby got to his feet. "With the two of you? I'll run anywhere."

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[starryevermore]

Okay but modern tatted Lee cooking breakfast for y/n shirtless. (Also if they ever had kids, he’d be such a dilf. He has the perfect dad bod)

modern tatted!lee cooking shirtless

Lee never wears shirts in the house. Like, the second he gets home from work, the shirt's in the laundry basket. Pre-kids, he probably is also getting rid of his pants and only walks around in his boxers. Post-kids, specifically when they're older and think it's cringe that their dad is always shirtless, he'll wear basketball shorts or sweatpants.

He also owns a "Kiss the Chef" apron and insists on receiving his payment any time he fixes food. Won't even let you get a plate until he's receive his sugar. (Of course, it's never just a simple kiss. Man's gotta make sure he gets his fill of you, even if it means your breakfast is a lil cold by the time he lets you eat.)

And speaking of fixing food shirtless - the second it starts to get warm out, you already know the man's got his grill out every weekend and shows off his burger flipping skills. Like, constantly calling you over and showing you a new trick he's learned. And you're always laughing, saying he doesn't need to impress you with his skills on the grill 'cause he's already got you. But he argues back that it's job to take care of you and being a top notch grill master is high on his list of things he's gotta do to make sure you're treated right.

#modern tatted!lee #signed sealed delivered #starryblurbs #lee bodecker #lee bodecker imagine #starrywrites #starryevermore

[starryevermore]

lee bodecker is already dilf material but modern!tatted!lee with kids and an ex wife is a whole different level. maybe you just moved to town (maybe next door) and you don’t know he’s the sheriff until you get yourself in trouble and he has to take care of it and it just starts something

modern tatted!lee helping you out

MA'AM YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME (but actually please keep doing this to me)

You snap your gum, watching at as the man kneels down, jacking your car up so he can change your tire for you. "Didn't know this was in the sheriff's job description," you say, eyeing the wisps of a tattoo that's peaking out onto his hands.

"It ain't," he says, glancing up at you. He drinks in your legs, following them all the way up the hemline of your sundress. "But I ain't the kinda man that leaves a sweet little thing all helpless on the side of the road."

You cock a brow. "Aren't you married?"

"What? A man can't have a kid but no wife?" He finally gets the tire off, rising to his feet so he could grab your spare. "Nah, she left. Got sick of the small town life, she said. I think she got sick of being a mother."

"Shame. Your kids seem sweet."

And it was true. When you moved into the house next to his, his kids made a big deal about dragging him over so they could deliver you a plate of chocolate chip cookies - their daddy's favorites, they had declared. Said their daddy taught them manners, and that they knew it was only polite to welcome their new neighbor to town. You practically adopted them then and there. Since that day, you found yourself looking after them a lot, especially when their dad had to work late.

You just never knew their dad was the big bad sheriff that everyone in town seemed to fear. Not until now, at least.

He starts putting on the spare, taking his time, like he wasn't quite ready to leave you just yet. "That's 'cause they didn't inherit a damn thing from their momma. She was never really around before she left."

"She refused to spend time with those angels? Why, I outta kill her."

"You shouldn't say that to a sheriff."

"Or what? You'll cuff me?" His eyes snaps up to yours. "We both know you've been wanting to do that for a while now. What's stopping you?"

He finishes putting the spare on, and takes your car off the jack. You almost wonder if you crossed a line. But, as he stood to his full height, you could see the tent in his pants, and you couldn't stop yourself from smirking.

Still, he says nothing about your comment. It almost leaves you disappointed, wishing he'd take you over the hood of your car or something. But no, he walks back to his cruiser, puts his tools away, before walking back.

"You be careful now," he says. To your surprise, he reaches around and pulls you into a hug. It's the first time he's touched you, and you lean into him, letting him completely envelop you. "Get straight to a car shop and that tire replaced, ya hear? Don't want you gettin' stuck on the side of the road again."

And you have a teasing remark on the tip of your tongue, but it dies as his large hands drift down to your ass, giving them a squeeze, before he pulls away.

"Whatever you say, sheriff," you squeak, eyes wide as he waltzes back to his cruiser, more smug than you've ever seen him before.

Hm, you think as you slide into your car and driving away, now it's time to set Get Laid by Hot Daddy Sheriff into motion.

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[starryevermore]

i know i'm asking a lot! but i think 14 would be so cute if the reader showed up somewhere in his shirt and he noticed and teased her about it! 🥺

14. “is that my shirt?”

pairing: colby brock x fem!reader

You know, it was weird. Colby had prided himself on his extensive wardrobe. It wasn’t so much a materialistic thing—after all, the man wore the same tank top every day of the week. But, he liked his nice things. Especially after so many years of seeing his friends being able to afford nice things when he couldn’t. So it was a point of pride now. A sign that he had made it, that he had made it with his best friend and partner in crime. But, the oddest thing had started happening.

His clothes were...

...going missing?

A few hoodies here and there, a random tshirt, and a pair of his joggers had all just... upped and disappeared?

He’d heard of the dryer eating socks, but was it possible that it was eating entire garments too?

He’d been complaining to Jake one day, when they were throwing a party at the trap house. Jake, for as great a friend he was, just kept cracking jokes about the situation. Something about gremlins? He didn’t care enough to listen. He really just wanted to know where his clothes were.

“Hey, look at Y/N,” Jake said, pointing across the room at you.

“Oh, that’s a nice shirt. I had one like that,” Colby mumbled.

Jake raised a brow. “Wow, and I thought I was the dumb one.”

Colby’s brows furrowed together. “What do you mean, brother?”

Jake snorted. “You lost a shirt. Y/N appears with the same shirt. Connecting the dots yet?”

Slowly, the gears turned in Colby’s mind and he finally realized. Some time ago, you had spent the night at the trap house and Colby let you borrow some clothes to sleep in. He supposed you just kept them and forgot to give them back. Still, a sly smirk curled across his face as he excused himself and crossed the room over to you.

“Hey, Y/N!” he greeted.

You smiled at him. “Hey Colby!”

“You know, I have to ask, is that my shirt?”

Your jaw dropped slightly and you let out a nervous giggle.

“Cause if it is, you look real nice in it. Better than I ever did.”

“Oh, um, thank you.”

He leaned in, whispering in your ear, “But next time, if you wanna keep some of my clothes, give me a heads up first. Jake had me convinced I had a closet gremlin or some shit.”

You stammered out a response, but he continued, “Though, I suppose I can forgive you for the price of a kiss.”

And, almost like those were the words you had been wanting to hear, you leaned in and planted a soft kiss on his lips.

Hmm, perhaps losing some of his clothes wasn’t such a bad thing after all.

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[starryevermore]

Hi there! I hope your requests are open 😅 i've just watched a compilation on youtube where people sang Hopelessly devoted to you and i came up with a concept: could you write an imagine about the reader practicing/having singing lessons with Kat and once they're alone at the trap house Colby comes home and listen to the reader singing that song or the (famous) last line and is proud of her? Idk i just need some fluff haha

hopelessly devoted to you

pairing: colby brock x fem!reader

Colby was sure that you were the most talented person he had ever met. There was basically nothing you couldn’t do. You could draw, paint, dance, write—you were amazing at so many things. So, when he found out you were taking singing lessons from Kat, he was excited to hear you, because he knew that it could only be as amazing as all of your other creative pursuits.

Unfortunately, you wouldn’t let him sit in on any of your lessons. Something about him making you nervous. Which is fair, he understands the nerves of singing in front of someone. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to pout about it. He loves spending time with you, after all, and to be denied that hurt a little. At least he had other things, like his work, to distract him. And it’s not like the lessons took much time out of the day, so you always came to be with him when they were over.

One day, though, you apparently were having your lessons at the trap house.

And he hasn’t meant to walk in—really, he didn’t. He wouldn’t have shown up if he knew you were practicing. As much as he hated it, he always wanted to respect your boundaries.

“My heart is saying ‘don’t let him, hold on to the end’, that’s what I intend to do,” you sang.

But, God, when he heard the voice of angel ringing through the empty trap house? He couldn’t compel his feet to move.

“But now there’s no way to hide since you pushed my love aside. I’m outta my head, hopelessly devoted to you. Hopelessly devoted to you.”

He found himself wandering into the room you were practicing in, frozen in the doorway as he listened.

“Hopelessly devoted to you,” you sang, your eyes shut as you poured your heart into the song.

And, as you finished the song, he couldn’t help but say, “Holy shit, you’re amazing!”

You whipped around as Kat, who has been watching him since he walked in, said, “That’s what I’ve been telling her! She hardly needs me—honestly, she should be teaching me!”

You shuffled your feet, looking to the ground. “Nah, I’ve still got work to do.”

Colby crossed the room, and stopped in front of you, placing a finger under your chin and lifting your head so you’d look him in the eyes. “You’re amazing, baby. You’re so talented, and you should acknowledge that. I know I do, cause I’m hopelessly devoted to you.”

And you laughed, smiling up at him. “Well, thank you. That’s means a lot.”

And as he kissed you softly, he said, “Good. Because every word is true.”

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[starryevermore]

Hi Kayla! I really enjoy your work 😊 i was wondering if you would write a blurb about reader working out at the trap house gym and Colby finds her "in her element" and takes pictures of her and is just, proud? And maybe they workout together for a little?

in your element

pairing: colby brock x fem!reader

Holy shit you looked nice, Colby thought as he watched you working out. You had been using the gym at the trap house for a month or so now, saying that you were too cheap to get a gym membership. And holy hell, Colby was glad you were using the gym if it meant that he could see you more often. You had been on a serious fitness grind lately, and had been focused on building your strength and developing a more healthy lifestyle. And, while that was great, Colby was really glad to be seeing the confidence you were building by working out. You smiled more freely, was more animated when you spoke, and you just seemed happier. And he loved that for you. He loved seeing you so at ease.

And, as he watched you do your lunges, he decided that he wanted to capture this moment and keep it forever. So, he pulled out his phone from his pocket and tried to sneak a picture of you.

Alas, sneakiness was not on his side. For whatever reason, the flash on his phone was on and, as he took a picture of you, the blinding white light alerted you to his presence.

You rose of your lunge, smiling at him as you turned. “Can I help you, pretty boy?” you asked.

Colby’s face felt hot as he stammered, “No, no, just enjoying the view.”

You laughed loudly, walking up to him. You rose on your tip toes, kissing him ever so softly. You held onto one of his hands, squeezing it lightly, as you asked, “Wanna work out with me?”

“I would be honored to work out with a goddess like you,” he said.

“Ooh, keep up those compliments,” you teased. “I’m loving ‘em.”

“For you, I’d give you a compliment every second til the day I die.”

“Well, don’t you be dying on me anytime soon, pretty boy,” you said, resuming your lunges.

“I won’t,” he laughed, mirroring your movements.

But oh lord, did he wish he was dead as he worked out with you. Your routine was far more intense than he realized, and he decided that maybe he needed to work out a little more often, too.

And if he got to work out with you? Well, he certainly wouldn’t complain.

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[starryevermore]

Lmao Colby sits in the dining room only to notice the table has two swans underneath so he runs to the livingroom only to spot a massive dog statue. He decides to go lay down in her room and just then in walks her dog dressed as none other than a bird 🐦.

Colby flees to Amber’s closet and is curled up in a ball crying in the corner. Amber comes in to check on him. He looks up. He screams. Amber is wearing a swan dress. He can’t escape the horror. Then— he wakes up. He looks around his room, feeling at peace. It was all just a dream. Then he looks over to his wall and sees the birds she hung up. The nightmare never truly ended

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