brown girl

‪⚪️gay‬

‪⚪️ straight‬

Been working on this fic for a few days, and I finally had the motivation to finish it! It’s super fluffy because I’m really happy. I went to a cooking competition with my classmates and our school ranked second place, Provincially. 

Anyways, a pick-up line fic because I couldn’t sleep without imagining Colby delivering stupidly cute pickup lines like the adorable idiot he is at random times.

Warnings: Swears 

Word Count: 2,985

It had all started the day you were finally in one of Colby’s videos for the first time. It had been a joke. His video was a girlfriend tag- despite the reality that you guys were not in fact actually dating. Interested in each other, yes, but nothing was set in stone.  

You hadn’t even been focused on what was happening. Colby had told you he needed a couple minutes to find some questions before staring down at his phone- so you took out your phone as well.  

“Is your name Google?” Colby questioned into the silence. You looked up from your phone, seeing if he was addressing you or one of his roommates, but he was still focused on his phone. It took you a second to process his words, contemplating what you thought you heard. “Because you’ve got everything I’ve been searching for.”

You stared at him for a second, the cogs in your mind turning as you attempted to make sense of the situation. Colby glanced up from his phone, having not been looking at you whilst he spoke. Finally, when your mind caught up to you, you started giggling at him- and then you were full out cackling.  

The way he’d delivered the terrible pick-up line had you hunched over, stomach aching as you laughed. It had been so serious. He’d read it without glancing up, clearly not expecting quite the reaction he’d gotten from you.  

“N-no, Colby!” You wheezed, eyes tearing up as you laughed- physically in pain from the sudden outburst of giggles. “That was terrible!”  

As you wheezed a couple breaths, laughs in between, you could see a huge smile spreading across Colby’s face. His eyes shining with mirth and a hint of evil peeking through.  

This would be the start of something either very good, or very bad.

—

Shopping was fun. You and Colby had a mutual like of shopping. There was nothing better than just getting in Colby’s car and heading out for a meal and hitting up the mall.  

You’d both been slowly collecting bags from the places you shopped. Colby was quite the shopper, and he could easily keep up with you. He usually had more fun then you shopping- he did have more to spend, but he always bought you nice things. Even if you weren’t an actual couple, the two of you still acted couple-y in public. You had to admit, the two of you were practically dating, each just childishly dragging out all the actually talking and stuff.  

“Y/NNNN” Colby whined at your side, dragging out your name, and sticking his bottom lip out in a pout.  

“Colbyyyy,” you returned, copying him with a smile. You had a couple bags, having only just gotten out of the third store the two of you had planned on visiting. Colby had a couple more then you, holding all of them in his right hand.

“Your hand looks super heavy.” Colby said, “here, let me hold it for you.” It happened fast, he slipped his hand in yours and intertwined your fingers with his. He gave your hand a gentle squeeze as he pulled you along with him.  

Your brain threatened to stop you from moving to process what had just happened, but Colby dragged you along to your next destination.  

“Now, now, Mr. Brock. That was pretty smooth.” You told him once you’d finally had a second to process his words, squeezing his hand in approval as you fell into step with him again. It had been super smooth, and you had to admit it. He tilted his head towards you, casting a small smile.

“I know,” he answered, “did it impress you?”

“Nope,” you popped the ‘p’, “you’ll have to try a lot harder than that, buddy.”

—

There weren’t many video games you liked to play. You could watch other people play them, but actually playing them, yourself didn’t occur often. Today was one of those days you decided to play a bit. You and Katrina had settled down in the living room to play a few rounds of some game Kat had suggested.  

Devyn was sitting off to the side, hanging out with the two of you, but not actually playing the game.  

The men of the house had been outside the last time you’d seen them- recording something for Jake’s channel if you remembered correctly.  

The sliding glass doors were open a bit so Navi and Buddy could join them outside as they pleased. The sounds of the boys goofing off and acting out in silly voices travelled into the house on occasion, causing the three of you to giggle at them.  

You’d been quite focused on your game, attempting to beat Kat who clearly played more then you had and was effortlessly kicking your ass. You didn’t bother looking up when the sliding glass door was pushed open all the way, and the guys trailed into the kitchen.  

You did, however, glance up when you felt a presence behind you. You’d been perched comfortably with your back against the arm rest of the couch, legs up on the cushions, folded up under you with your torso turned towards the television.  

You quickly focused back on the game when you noted that it was just Colby standing behind you. You felt his chin drop onto the top of your head. You lifted a hand off your controller, chancing losing control over your character in order to swat him away.  

Your attempt was futile as he simply moved to rest his chin on your shoulder and watch you play for a second.  

“Do you like sales?” Colby leaned closer; lips resting against the base of your neck, whispering quietly to you. You were very focused on the game, choosing to ignore him for a second while you bashed buttons on the controller. Of course, he chose the moment when you were struggling the hardest to open his mouth, “because if you’re looking for a good one, clothing is one-hundred percent off in my room…”

Your fingers stilled on the controller, his words slowly short circuiting your brain. Your jaw dropped, cheeks flushed with colour and your eyes widened.  

“Colby!” you gasped, turning slightly to push his smug face away from your head. “Gosh!” You groaned, letting the controller fall from your hands so you could cover your burning face. You knew Devyn and Kat staring at you, and you could practically feel the smugness radiating from Colby.  

Colby laughed, leaning close once more to press a kiss to your neck before standing straight, and finally following the rest of the guys into the kitchen to probably continue filming (guessing by the screams and high-pitched whines).  

“What did he say?” Kat questioned, looking your direction with a knowing look. The game was over, and Kat had been victorious since you’d lost all brain functions when Colby leaned over your shoulder. Devyn smirked, sending you a knowing look of her own.

“Another pickup line,” you laughed, cheeks finally starting to return to their regular colour, “he’s getting better. God, that one just shocked me.”

Devyn laughed, “you two should just date already. Make it official.”

“I agree, you guys are so cute together,” Kat agreed with a nod of her head. “Think of the double dates, Y/N- me, you, Sam and Colby. That would be amazing!”

“We already do that,” you reminded Kat, laughing as you prepared for Kat to start a new game.

“Yeah, but it would be, like, an official double date.”

“Well, when one of his pickup lines impresses me, we can go on a date,” you giggled. The longer you held off, the more pick up jokes he’d come up with. A girls gotta have some fun, and what’s more fun than unexpected pickup lines?

—

“Y/N, Y/N!” Colby ran into the room. You were in the kitchen, making sure the pizza rolls you were cooking for the group didn’t burn. Sam, Corey, Aaron, Jake, Devyn and Kat were all in the living room. Everyone was conversing about videos they wanted to make, and who they’d want to be in each video, as well as a few trap house skits for Jake’s channel. Aaron was also playing Fortnite, so that held a lot of the group’s attention.  

“What, Colbs?” you questioned, looking up from reading a random paper of someone’s video idea that had been left on the counter. There was always something new or interesting in the kitchen, whether it was the whole kitchen being covered in a layer of tinfoil or a huge ass snake taking up residence on the counters.

“Would you grab my arm?” Colby asked hurriedly, holding his arm out. You looked at him questioningly. It wasn’t the weirdest thing you’d ever been asked to do in the trap house, but it was random. Something in the back of your mind reminded you that you were in the trap house, and everything usually had some sort of backlash. Especially during the prank wars.  

“Uh,” you reached over, uncrossing your arms in the process. You grasped around Colby’s forearm, squeezing for a second, “like this?”  

“Yes, perfect!” Colby grinned; eyes bright as he eyed your face. You returned a small smile, squeezing once more before letting him go and resuming your lean against the counter. Colby didn’t do anything but beam at you for a second, eyes bright as his eyes scanned up your body.

“Now I can go tell my friends I’ve been touched by an angel!” Colby grinned, a sly look in his eyes as he turned on his heels and jogged out of the kitchen and into the living room. You blushed brightly as you listened to Colby doing just that in the living room: “Guys, you’ll never believe it, but I was just touched by an angel in the kitchen!”

You lifted your hands to cover your face, groaning lightly with an embarrassed smile on your face. He was having a good ol’ time teasing you- just as you were having fun dragging out your answer to his pickup lines.  

—

“Why does the fire smell like shit?” Jake questioned. Everyone was sitting around the campfire in the backyard of the trap house. With Jake, Sam, Colby, Corey, Aaron, Devyn, Kat and yourself, who had finally arrived, and the fact that there was a total of five lawn chairs, there simply weren’t enough chairs for everyone.  

You’d been invited over by Colby for a session of marshmallow roasting and smores buildings with the roommates. The sky was dark, but clear and it was just chilly enough for a fire to be relevant on this specific Tuesday evening.  

“You keep burning plastic in it,” Sam glared, “it’ll burn off, give it some time.”

You giggled to yourself as you listened to the conversation, moving slowly into the backyard to join the group. It was never a dull moment when the group was all together.  

“Hi, Y/N!” Colby greeted you first. You had texted him when you pulled into the driveway, so he knew you’d only be a few minutes, and he was definitely waiting for you.  

“Hi, Y/N,” the group repeated, monotone and sounding as if you’d just introduced yourself at an alcoholics anonymous meeting. You couldn’t help but laugh at them- which in turn made them all laugh as well.

“Hi, everyone,” you smiled. Conversation continued amongst the group, so you took the chance to scan the group. You looked for anywhere to sit, since being the last to arrive meant that every chair was already taken. Colby, Kat, Corey, Aaron and Jake all had seats. Sam was sitting on the ground in between Kat’s legs and Devyn was sitting on the arm rest of Corey’s chair.  

You moved quickly to sit beside Sam on the ground. It seemed as if it was the easiest option, and you really didn’t mind sitting on the ground for a bit. You moved in between the semicircle of the lawn chairs and the flickering flame to make it to a safe spot- only to squeak as something- someone, grabbed your hips and pulled you down.

“Colby, you ass,” you whined, heart beat speeding up in fear. You curled into Colby’s lap, drawing your legs up and dropping them over Colby’s legs. You settled your shoulder against him (almost diagonally in his lap), leaning close and stealing his body heat. You’d thought you were getting pushed at first, and an open flame is certainly not the best place to be horsing around.  

“Sorreh, sorreh,” Colby hummed, voice raised an octave to get a laugh from those around.  

The group once again fell into the easy conversation. Some roasted marshmallows, others just hung around the heat. You really liked when the whole trap house was like this. No one was being too much to make a video entertaining. Conversations could be normal and fade in and out- not needing to be a constant for viewers entertainment, and everyone was just calm and collected.  

You snuggled closer to Colby, full of a couple smores that Colby made for you, as well as a few bites of his.  

“You know what you’d really look beautiful in?” Colby leaned close to your ear; voice low. You knew only you could hear him; he was being very quiet, and the flames of the fire were crackling loudly into the calm night.  

“What would I look beautiful in?” You questioned quietly. You’d known you guys would be out by the fire, so you’d worn one of Colby’s sweatshirts that you’d maybe stolen and a pair of sweats. Colby leaned back in the chair, and you followed, resting against him completely as if he were the back of the chair. He didn’t respond for a second, everything besides the flames silent.

“My arms,” Colby said finally, his arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you flush against him.  

He paused, studying you curled up in his lap, wrapped tightly in his arms, “I was right,” he added softly into your hair.  

Andddd, once again Colby had you blushing. He always whispered the sweetest (or dirtiest) pickup lines he had. These ones were the special ones, because they were the ones he didn’t want to share with his friends. He was whispering them just to you, something for the both of you and no one else. He was so cute, always finding cute moments to say them- which only added to it.  

Colby sent you a small fond smile, then turned his head to join in the conversation starting with his friends. You didn’t say much, just enjoyed the atmosphere.

—

“Did it hurt when you fell?” Colby questioned. He was turned towards his computer, editing his newest video. He had his earphones on, but only one ear was covered, and the ear closest to you had the earphones behind his ear instead of on it.  

You were lounging on his bed. The two of you had planned on going out for dinner, but his editing was apparently taking a tad bit longer than he thought it would’ve. It never bothered you to just lay in Colby’s bed or lounge on his couch while he worked.  

“From heaven?” You snorted, flopping over so you were laying on your side, facing towards Colby’s desk. “Come on, Colby- that’s not very original. Yes, it hurt.” That pickup line was over used, and you were surprised Colby was even trying it after all these creative ones he’d found that you’d only heard once or twice- or even never before.  

“No,” Colby swiveled in his chair to face you, a cheeky grin on his face, “did it hurt when you fell for me?”  

You opened your mouth to respond, thinking hard about his words- but nothing would come out but a sputter of letters.    

“You just admitted you’ve fallen for me!” Colby cheered, taking off his headphones and waltzing towards his bed, a huge shit eating grin on his face. “That only took a few weeks, but I finally won!”

“That wasn’t a win!” You argued, sitting up as Colby kneeled on the bed beside you.

“Yahuh!” Colby laughed, “you said yes! ‘yes, it hurt!’” Colby repeated, leaning towards your face. “Awh, babe, I’m upset it hurt when you fell for me,” Colby mocked teasingly, blinking his eyelashes closed in a pouty way.

You pouted, crossing your arms across your chest. It was probably time for your little cat and mouse game to end. You’d waited out for long enough, and you were tired of not being able to call Colby yours.

“Fine, you win. You won me over with your stupid, but super adorable pickup lines,” you sighed, flopping back against the pillows. Colby grinned like the Chesire cat, crawling over and settling himself with his knees on either side of your waist and his hands on either side of your head.

“Finally. Do I have to ask for you to be my girlfriend, or is it a mutual agreement?”

“Mutual.” You decided, figuring you’d made him suffer more than enough for a couple days, “I have a deal for you though, boyfriend.”  

“Oh yeah?” Colby raised an eyebrow, lowering his face to be closer to yours, “and what might that be, girlfriend?”

“I’ll give you a kiss. If you don’t like it, you can return it.” Colby stared at you shocked for a second before he laughed loudly, finally pressing a kiss to your lips. Your pickup line game was on point.  

“I’ll return it…  but I might need a few more trials before I decide if I actually want to keep it.”

you should not be scared of your parents

being your parent does not give them the right to degrade you, embarrass you, neglect you, make you feel worthless, abuse you, or make you feel scared

there’s a difference between being disciplined for acting up and being terrified of wobbling slightly out of line even once

you should not be scared to be yourself

you should not want to live on the streets

you should not be called names

So her fingers hit the keys repeatedly, never stopping, never slowing down. She made a typo here. A grammar mistake there. Never going back. Only forward.

Because words were supposed to heal things. She tied relationships back together with ropes made from fiction. Invisible ties that always existed in her head. Endless daydreams scribbled out messily on paper were now transferred to her computer screen.

No one will look, she thought. Her fingers kept flying. No one will care. No one will see.

And part of her wanted that to be true. Part of her knew that it was. That she was safe from the judgement of others as long as she typed the letters into an untitled document. As long as she kept them to herself.

But the other part of her wanted to let go of the words. The other part wanted to launch them into the universe. Who cares who sees them? Who cares what they say? Why not be fearless for once in her life?

But she had no one to share the words with. She had no reason to connect her written thoughts with reality. She had no motivation to make it real.