Heheh idk if my request sent đĽşđđ possibly a Colby angsty fic where y/n is having a really bad day and comes home to Colby crying and he comforts her? Only if you want tho, ily Bb đĽşâ¤ď¸
u sent this so long ago but here i am, trying my best to finish ONE THING while iâm working on like FIVE THINGS. anyways i love u đĽş
Every hour of the day seemed to weigh heavier on your shoulders by the time you were getting out of work. Youâd been late that morning because your alarm clock had somehow managed to get unplugged, resulting in your bossâs impatient voice being the first thing you heard when you woke up. After getting ready in a panic, there was, of course, traffic on the way there, making your anxiety spike while there was nothing you could do about it.
When youâd walked into your job, you had sighed, thinking the worst of the day was over and now all you had to do was get through the day until you could go home. But, no. Thatâs not how things went.
Your boss chewed your ear off some more about being irresponsible and how there was no excuse for being as late as you were, despite having very valid, though unfortunate, reasons for why youâd been late. There wasnât anything you could do but take it; as is the way with an abuse of power.
When you finally clocked in to work, you were completely swamped all day. You were grateful when your lunch break rolled around, especially since you hadnât eaten breakfast that morning, but once again, your boss told you off. He said you didnât get to have a lunch break that day since you were late, and that the time youâd lost during the morning could be made up during lunch.
You went back to your desk, fuming and extra irritable from being hungry. You typed away angrily, which you regretted as soon as your spacebar suddenly stopped working. Anger quickly bled into another bout of panic as you tried desperately to fix it yourself without having to tell your boss, but why would that have happened?
Facing your boss once again, you were met with more anger and unnecessary insults on your overall work performance. With each word that flew from his mouth, he chipped away at your ability to remain calm and collected, leaving you nearly at your breaking point when he sent you to request a new keyboard. You sent in the request and tried to take care of any tasks that didnât require a keyboard.
Finally, you made it to the end of your day, feeling like a husk of the human you once were. You texted Colby that you were on your way home and that youâd be there soon. You just wanted to stop somewhere to pick up food and get home so you could just unwind for a bit. As you waited in the drive-thru line, you massaged your temples until you pulled up to the speaker.
You ordered your favorite fast-food treat, only to be told that, unfortunately, they were all out of one of the essential ingredients they needed to make your order. You couldnât even respond, you felt so defeated. You drove away and tried to fight the heavy, suffocating lump in your throat as you made your way home. You focused completely on not letting your tears spill over; you did not want to cry. Not while you were driving, and honestly, not at all. You just wanted to be able to go home and go directly into your bed, under the covers, and sleep until the next morning.
You parked in your usual spot and kept your breathing steady as you walked through the front door of your home. Breathe in and breathe out, you coached yourself, keeping your face neutral as you removed your flats that had been digging a blister into your heel all day. You slowly made your way towards your bedroom, passing the living room as you did.
From inside, on the couch, came the cheerful greeting of your boyfriend. âHey, babe,â he called, standing up to meet you in the hall.
You were more focused than ever on not crying. You turned and forced a tiny smile on your face, not wanting to unload all of your burdens onto him. He had such a busy life, and you knew in your heart that he had to deal with a lot more than you did on a day-to-day basis, so you didnât want to add any more stress to his life than he already had.
Once he reached you, he put his hands on your shoulders and leaned in to give you a quick peck on the cheek. You were holding it together pretty well... until he asked, âHow was your day?â with a sincere smile.
You could physically feel the fascade you were hiding behind break. Just as instantaneously as it cracked in half, you went from a tiny smile to hiccuping sobs.
Colbyâs face dropped with concern, the suddenness of your tears catching him off guard. He pulled you into his arms with a wide-eyed expression on his face, trying to figure out how he could blink and miss the moments between you being seemingly okay to you being inconsolably upset. After a moment of trying to figure it out, he decided it wasnât really that important to knowâwhat was important was finding out what had made you upset and what he could do to help.
âHey, itâs okay, youâre okay,â he murmured, his hand rubbing soothing circles across your back. You buried your face in his chest, not wanting to confront how terrible you were feeling despite being at the mercy of your own emotionsâyou had no choice but to let it out, even if you wanted to choke it all down.
âWhy donât we go to our room?â
You nodded at Colbyâs suggestion, keeping your head down to hide the expression on your face. You held his hand and he let you lead him upstairs to your shared room. Walking in after you, Colby closed and locked the door to make sure you had total privacy. Before he could start to comfort you again, you were moving around the room, taking off your business casual clothes, all while you tried to explain through angry sobs as coherently as you could why you were so upset.
You furiously scrubbed the makeup off your face while you detailed the way your boss seemed to have it on his agenda to ruin your life today. You clumsily stepped into your fuzziest pair of pajama pants while you exasperatedly explained how hungry you were and how many times the day kept you from sitting down to eat. You unclipped your bra from under your shirt and threw it haphazardly across the room, landing somewhere near your laundry basket, before launching into an account of how you managed to break your keyboard and how your boss berated you for it. By the time you had finished ridding yourself of evidence that the day had even happened, you had gone through the events of your whole day, all while speaking (and often screaming) through sobs that had been contained for far too long.
Colby sat on his side of the bed, listening patiently as you got ready to relax, his expression a mix of concern and sympathy. Under the surface, he was fuming about how poorly your boss had treated you todayâhe wasnât necessarily a great boss to begin with, but he really took it too far this time. However, he would save that anger for another time; you were the one who needed to let off some steam at the moment.
When you had finished recounting your day, you took a deep breath, your breathing coming out unevenly as you got out all of your anger and were left with feelings of sadness and frustration.
âCome here,â he said softly, opening his arms wide and sitting back against the pillows to allow you to cuddle into him comfortably. At his simple command, you hurried over and climbed into the bed next to him, grateful for the haven his embrace provided you.
It was hard to believe a little while ago you thought youâd be able to keep all of your emotions bottled up inside you. You continued to let everything out, not holding back on any sobs or sniffles. Colby, supportive as ever, encouraged you to stay cuddled up to him for as long as you needed. One of his arms hugged you tight against him while the other continued to caress you in a calming manner.
âI know today was really shitty and getting through it was really hard, and Iâm really sorry you had to go through all that,â he began, his voice gentle and low. âBut I want to remind you that you did get through itâall of it, even things that you had every right to give up on. I wouldnât have been surprised to find out that you decided to quit on the spot as soon as your jackass of a boss even breathed near you.â He earned a tiny chuckle from you as you started to calm down. âSeriously, though, you pushed through a lot today. It wouldâve been completely reasonable for you to not go into work after waking up that late, but you pushed through. I could totally understand if you told me you snapped at your boss after he chewed you out, but you pushed through. You couldâve done a lot worse than break your spacebar, and if I were in your position, I probably wouldâveâbut you pushed through that, too. You even kept pushing after you broke it and couldnât get any more work done at your computer. And the fact that you didnât set fire to that fast-food place after they couldnât make you the only thing you wanted? Your self-control is truly admirable!â
You were giggling softly as Colby continued to compliment you on how you managed to make it through everything you had, looking up at him from where your head was laid on his chest. You could see his smile get bigger with every tiny laugh he coaxed out of you, and watching him get happier as you got happier truly made you feel a million times better. And you had to admit, he was definitely rightâyou had persisted through a lot that day, maybe even more than you should have.
âIâm proud of you. Youâre such a strong person, and I love that about you,â he said, his voice a lot softer now. âYou make me want to be strong, too.â
Your eyes were welling up again, but not from negative emotions. Instead, you were overwhelmed with gratitude and love for the man next to you. At a loss for words, you simply reached up and pressed your lips against his, letting your lips do the talking for you.
When you pulled away, you whispered, âThank you.â
âOf course, baby. Iâm glad I could help,â he smiled, pressing another kiss to your forehead.
As if your stomach could sense you were done letting out your emotions, it growled loudly, making both of you laugh. âIâll order some food now, okay? We can stay in and watch a movie or something. Whatever you want,â Colby said, pulling out his phone to start placing an order.
âThat sounds perfect,â you said, kissing his cheek before laying your head against his chest again.
It was funny, you realized, how you had imagined that Colby mustâve gone through so much worse in his daily life that you felt you definitely should be able to handle as much as you had and probably more. Yet here he was, admitting that you inspire him to be strong enough to get through his day. You nuzzled in closer, feeling extra grateful and extra humbled as that reality hit you, and you felt warmer knowing you kept each other going.
