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loveisanimaginarydagger3000 · 4 months

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Kinkmas (7)- Rockin' Around The Christmas Tree

Mommy Wanda X Reader

Summary: Whilst decorating the tree, Wanda's jumper rises up and you can't stop yourself from staring, easily flustered by the woman you somehow managed to call your girlfriend. What happens when Wanda notices your constant gaze and decides to torment you?

Word Count: 4.1k

Warnings/Tags: Tree Decorating, Domestic Fluff, Teasing, Mommy Kink, Praise, Degrading, Finger Sucking, Strip Tease, Power Bottom Wanda/Sub Reader, Oral Sex, Fingering, Face-Sitting, Brief Smothering, Multiple Orgasms, After care, An Attempt at Humour

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A carefree smile played on your lips as your head tilted to the side slightly, admiring the woman next to you, her beauty stunning you every time you saw her, the green meeting yours and softening. You couldn't stop yourself from letting your gaze flicker from her enchanting eyes to the gentle slope of her nose, that adorable nose scrunch that adorned her features, gaze eventually travelling to her auburn hair that framed her face perfectly, her teeth biting on her lower lip at your enamoured state.

Her fingers delicately wrapped around the tinsel in her hand, about to finish decorating the tree in front of you with the colourful and festive item, an idea entering her mind as you couldn't help but stare at her, love evident in your eyes.

Her hips swayed to the gentle music that played in the background, your eye noting every movement from her as her lips mouthed the words to the Christmas song playing, your smile widening as she gradually got closer and closer, the tinsel in her hand being thrown over your shoulder and wrapped around the back of your neck.

The flimsy material tickled the base of your neck as her body grew closer, her hands tugging on the item softly to bring your mouths closer, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss, a smile gracing your lips at her antics, your heart swelling with love, beating wildly in your chest at the feeling of her body pressing into yours.

"Are you going to carry on staring or are you going to help me now, Detka?" she teases when she pulls back from the kiss, stealing another tender one before peering into your eyes, having caught onto your plan.

You weren't the best at decorating trees, you could never decide on where or how to place the tinsel, how to organise the ornaments or even just untangle the array of knots in the Christmas lights, your cheeks tinting red at her look, smile shy.

"But you're just so much better at decorating than me," you murmur, hands wrapping around her waist to keep her close, lips pressing to her forehead to try and convince her to let you just admire the show. "You're doing a great job so far," you praise softly, eyes wandering to the side to admire the aesthetic and beautiful tree, her smile widening at your recognition of her hard work.

"Compliments aren't going to get you anywhere Moya Lyubov," she murmurs into another kiss, the two of you unable to resist one another, inevitably leaning in till your mouths moved together leisurely, savouring the soft moment. "You're helping," she says, tone adamant which makes you groan into the kiss slightly, having had fun just being an observer.

"Yes Ma'am," you grumble playfully, her hand smacking your behind teasingly as you move to grab a matching piece of tinsel, your mouth parting in shock at her action, her shoulders shrugging innocently, your lips naturally pulling up into a wide smile.

Obediently, you listen to every instruction that falls from her lips, reaching near the top end of the tree by standing on your tiptoes, tongue peaking out of your mouth as you concentrated, Wanda taking over your role and watching you with a tender gaze, the green overflowing with love as she observed your attempt to put the last piece of tinsel on.

A sigh of relief left you when you managed to get it on without bringing the tree down with you, like last year, Wanda congratulating you with a brief peck, cheeks tinted red at the domesticity of the moment.

You had thought after the tinsel you would be free but it turned out you were far from done, being told once again what to do as she directed you on where to place each ornament, your face expressing your clear indecisiveness as you would randomly stare at the tree, seemingly lost.

"Let me show you Detka," Wanda murmurs softly, body pressing into yours from behind as her fingers wrap around your hand, guiding you to the right place to put the small snowman figure, your breath hitching at her words, cheeks somehow darkening even more, a similar colour to the tinsel. "That's it, right there," she whispers, mouth near your ear making your mind run wild with sinful thoughts, eyes darkening when her fingers wrap around yours to place the snowman onto the tree, a sigh leaving you when she backs off you, retrieving another decoration.

You were lost for words when she acted normally after that, your body unable to control itself as warmth pooled at your lower abdomen at her raspy tone, the way her accent wrapped around her words delicately. Your mind was reeling with the thought of her, every innocent touch driving you mad as her hand would occasionally rest on your lower back to get past, fingers trailing down your arm, shoulder brushing yours, it was all too much, your face highlighting how flustered you were.

Wanda loved riling you up like this, her face poised and not giving away her intentions as she saw your eyes rake over her body hungrily, fingers twitching at your side and desperately wanting to touch her, to hold her in your arms and do whatever she asked of you.

"Can you help me with the star?" she asks, eyes softening as she waits for you to snap out of your thoughts, nodding and walking over to her, eyes drifting to her lips and watching how her tongue swipes over her bottom one, wetting it before her teeth bite down gently on her lower lip, the sight of her intoxicating.

"What do you need me to do?" you murmur, Wanda grabbing a chair to stand on as neither of you could reach the top of the tree, the other woman not wanting to injure herself.

"Just make sure I don't fall please," her tone soft as she offers you one more smile before climbing onto the chair, your hands hovering by her waist as the old chair wobbles slightly, concern evident on your face as you wanted her to be safe.

The worry soon switched to being flustered as her sweater rose up considerably, eyes naturally drifting down to the expanse of skin that was now on show. From where you were stood, you could see the beautiful curve of her hip, her toned stomach and the subtle signs of abs showing through, the small dip in her lower back as she stretched higher, placing the star at the top of the tree, your mind too busy fogging with arousal to pay attention to her hands.

"There we go," she says, tone cheerful and elated at finishing the tree, a festive joy taking over her as she looks down at you, your eyes gradually tearing away from her soft, enticing skin to meet her eyes, the green noticing how yours had darkened considerably.

You offered her your hand to get down, her stepping off the chair closer to your body than necessary, taking joy in watching you remain respectful and shy as always, knowing exactly how to drive you insane.

"Thank you Detka," she rasps out, peering up into your eyes with a dominant glint them, yours conveying your submission as you get lost in her mesmerising green, hands moving to rest on her lower back, sliding under her jumper hesitantly, always watching her reactions to your touch on her bare skin and the suggestive undertone to them.

"Is this-" you were cut off by her lips pressing to yours, mouth moving sensually against yours as you wrapped your arms more securely around her, pulling her impossibly closer as you groaned into her mouth, warmth flooding through both of you. Her hand fists into your jumper, pulling your body into hers as her legs hit the back of the sofa, your body lightly pinning her against the furniture while her tongue slides lewdly into your mouth, her lips tugging up into a smirk at the whimper that leaves you. "Wanda," you sigh out and it's nothing but submissive, pulling back from the kiss to gaze into her eyes lustfully, her simply refusing to part from the kiss and chasing your lips, pulling on your jumper once more to crash her lips back to yours, wet and wanting as your hands rest on the back of the sofa, bracing your body against her.

"Ah, ah," she tuts at your sigh, "Come on Detka, you know better than that," she teases, smirking into the messy kiss as you groan lowly, knowing what she meant. "You want to be a good girl for Mommy, don't you?"

"Yes," you immediately whisper out, tilting your head to deepen the kiss, her hands threading through your hair, ruffling it as she guides you back for another heated kiss, teeth nipping your lower lip to have you whine desperately, the throb between your thighs incessant.

"Yes what?" she reprimands, breath fanning across your lips before they're covered by hers once more, the kiss hot and feverish, your hands moving to clutch at her sweater as your head starts to spin with desire and arousal.

"Yes, Mommy," you correct, her fingers in your hair tugging your head back, your lust-filled eyes gazing into hers, Wanda's smirk growing as you look at her as if she were the only thing in the world.

"That's better," she praises, her fingers moving to caress your cheek, thumb moving to drag your bottom lip down, watching as you part your lips for her, letting her slide the digit into your mouth. Wanda couldn't help but groan at the warmth of your mouth, the way your tongue swirled around her finger, sucking on it just like she wanted you to, arousal swiftly building between her legs at your ever so obedient form. "You're just Mommy's little toy, aren't you Detka?" she husks out, pushing her thumb a little further into your mouth, cursing lowly at the way your eyes flutter closed at her dominance.

"Yes, Mommy," you whisper when she slides the digit out of your mouth, lips instantly pressing to yours once more, partly sucking on your lips and tongue to earn a sinful noise out of you.

"Mhmm my good girl," she rasps out, lips lingering open against yours, luring you into connecting them again, fingers pressing into her hip lightly. "Mommy wants to use this pretty little face of yours Detka, is that ok?" Your mouth parts to gasp softly at her words, mind completely clouded with arousal as it was hard to think of anything but her. All you could comprehend was how her fingers felt tugging on your hair, warm and wet mouth moving sensually against yours, body arching closer to yours and pressing into you perfectly, like the last piece of a puzzle. You couldn't get enough of her. She was an addiction.

"Please use me Mommy," you whimper out, Wanda groaning at your needy tone, her hands pushing your body back gently before guiding you around the sofa and onto it, gently pushing on your shoulders to sit back against the cushions.

Your hands reached out to her body as she grew closer, another displeased noise leaving her at your actions, hands firm on your shoulders as she kept you pinned to the sofa.

"No touching Mommy yet," she warns, your body naturally obeying her words as you settle against the cushions, eyes trained on every movement of hers.

Teasingly, her hands travelled down her body, eventually finding the hem of her sweater and dragging it up her body at a torturous pace, the soft, creamy skin from earlier being exposed to you once again. Your eyes drank up every inch of skin that was slowly revealed to you, memorising every little detail of her beauty, body seemingly sculpted by Aphrodite herself.

Your fingers twitched in anticipation as her breasts were soon revealed to you, the sweater finally being pulled over her head, her teeth biting on her lower lip as she admired your desperate form, waiting eagerly to please her like the good girl you were.

"Mommy," you whispered in an affected tone, gaze reluctantly leaving her bare skin, mouth desperate to mark it, to the various shades of green overflowing with dominance, pleading with her silently to just let you do whatever she wanted.

"Yes, Detka?" she teases, hands moving down her body sensually, attracting your gaze as they travel past her round and perfect breasts, gradually descending until they reach the waistband of her jeans.

"Please," is all you can manage as her fingers deftly unfasted the denim, hands pushing them down and showing off her long, slender legs, a visible wet patch visible on her panties making you groan, yearning to feel her body against yours. You wanted your head to be between her thighs, kissing every single part of her body before eating her out like you were starved of her, desperate to please.

"Patience Detka," she husks out, hand moving to the back of the sofa, supporting her body as it towered over you, your eyes unsure of where to look, frantically gazing at all of her before settling on her eyes, head tilted to look up at her. "Take them off for me," her words laced with dominance as your hands instantly went to her waist, body moving to the edge of the seat, eyes fixated on her face as you waited for her to nod, hands then drifting lower.

Your fingers deftly slide under the waistband of the lace adorning her hips, lips tentatively pressing to the soft skin you could reach, eyes looking up at her and gauging her reaction. When she didn't tell you off for it, your lips peppered kisses across her lower abdomen, fingers pulling the soaked fabric down her legs, gaze drifting lower to her dripping core, your mouth practically watering as you just wanted her to use your face like she said, to come on your tongue and moan your name in that desperate manner than drives you insane.

"Good girl," she praises when you pull the item off her completely, her body completely bare for you to admire and appreciate, hands caressing the delicate curve of her hips, lips nipping the skin softly, her fingers threading through your hair. She tugs your head away from her enticing skin, fingers sliding out of your locks to your jaw, resting on the underside of it as she guides your head up, peering up at her submissively. "On your back for Mommy," she purrs, your body moving to lay on the sofa, giving her enough room to straddle your face.

Your body practically freezes when she crawls above your body like a predator playing with its prey, eyes raking over your form, noting how your chest rises and falls in ragged breaths, the excitement and desire taking over you.

Once again, her fingers thread through your hair, your mouth parting at the sight of her core hovering over your face, arousal glistening in the light as you just wait, and wait, and wait for her to sink down on you, to give you both what you desperately want.

"Remember to tap my thigh three times to stop," she reminds, your mind swiftly thinking it would be mad to ever want to stop, nodding in understanding as your arms wrap around the back of her thighs, her finally lowering her hips down onto you.

A moan leaves you both when your lips finally meet her dripping core, the taste of her making you lightheaded and addicted, craving more of her as your tongue swipes through her folds, pleasure flooding through her body. Her fingers tighten their grip on your hair, nails scratching your scalp to create a dull pain while her thighs close around your head instinctively, your hands somehow pulling her even closer to you, the feeling making your head spin.

Her hips soon started to roll against your mouth, coating your chin in her slick as your tongue lapped at her clit, alternating before sucking firmly and swirling your tongue around her, sinful sound spilling from her lips.

"Oh Detka," she sighed out breathlessly, grinding her hips harder against you, earning a broken moan from you, fingers pressing into her hips and guiding her movements. "Just like that, that's it," her words encourage you, tongue sliding into her and heat pooling between your thighs at the amount of arousal that coated your mouth, the taste of her heavenly as you nuzzle your face closer to her.

Her thighs press harder against the side of your head, your tongue thrusting into her as best as you could before you settle on flattening it for her, occasionally moving your lips to wrap around her clit, sucking on it softly, teasing her slightly as you wanted to spend as long as possible under her like this.

"Fuck, you're making Mommy feel so good, so fucking good," her words went straight to your core, a sinful noise being ripped out of you, muffled against her core, the vibrations making her hips buck wildly against you, mouth parting to moan your name.

She couldn't help but cast her eyes down, groaning at the sight of you lose yourself within her, eyes fluttered shut as you took pleasure in eating her out like you needed her to live, ecstasy filling her mind as you continued to let her rock her hips against you, entranced by how she moved along your tongue.

When her hips rolled harder, her grip on your hair increased, the sting thrilling as you processed how lost in the pleasure she was, the pain worth it as you were just so mesmerised by her, obsessed with every reaction to your touch.

You longed to forever remember every hitch of her breath, every subtle twitch of her muscles, every tensing of her fingers in your locks as she rutted against your face, pleasure building in the pit of her core, swiftly pushing her closer to her release. Her moans gradually became louder and louder with each frantic thrust, arousal dripping onto your tongue as she was about to come undone at your touch, her head lolling backwards and showing off her sharp, defined jawline, neck straining as pleasure coursed through her.

"Fuck, I'm coming," her mouth parting as a guttural noise is dragged out of her from the back of her throat, thighs tensing around your head and momentarily smothering you, hips grinding down frantically against your tongue, pleasure and euphoria crashing through her body, her cum seeping out of her and into your mouth, the taste divine and making you crave more.

Her hips continued to rock against you, desperately chasing the last waves of her high, your tongue slowing down as she pants above you, body occasionally twitching at the sheer amount of pleasure and adrenaline flowing through her.

Eventually, her thighs release your head, letting you gasp and pant for breath, eyes fluttering open to meet her blissed out expression, hips lifting off you as her fingers softly fix your hair, her lips pulling into a caring smile as you stare up at her, a shameless smile on your lips as her arousal coats your lower face, mouth parting to say something.

"Mommy, please...Please can I have one more?" your words make her curse lowly under her breath, the sight of you adding to the arousal that floods through her.

"You wanna make Mommy come again?" she asks, still a little breathless from her powerful release, your head nodding as your hands caress the back of her thighs, lips peppering kisses along her inner thighs. "Go on Detka, show Mommy how good you are for her," she husks out, letting you flip the two of you over so her back was now against the sofa, hair sprawling behind her.

You settled between her legs, knees resting on the soft carpet under you while your arms wrapped around the soft flesh of her thighs, pulling her to the edge of the sofa so you could easily kiss her wet sex. You nuzzled your face into her core once again, lips wrapping around her clit and dragging out wanton noises out of her, each ragged breath engraved in your mind as her fingers grip the sofa beneath her, losing herself in the pleasure your mouth brought her.

Your hand moved to her inner thigh, spreading her open for you as your tongue licked a broad stripe up her centre, teasing her entrance before settling on her clit, switching between sucking and swirling over her sensitive core.

"Detka," she groaned lowly, head lolling against the cushions, back arching slightly when you teased a finger at her entrance, gradually sliding in it effortlessly. "Keep going," she sighs out, your digit curling against her weak spots and earning a small whimper, the sound intoxicating.

"Mommy," you moan into her core, thrusting your finger into her at a steady pace, altering the pressure of your mouth depending on how her hips try and roll against your mouth, her walls clenching around you desperately as the combination of you mouth and fingers swiftly pushes her towards the edge once again.

"Don't stop Detka, fuck," she moans out lewdly, sliding another finger into her and curling them both against her sweet spot, a broken sound leaving her as pleasure starts to blur her vision.

A guttural groan is soon ripped from the back of her throat, neck straining and jawline on show as she throws her head back, body being thrown into her second release powerfully, hips desperately rocking against your face. Her ragged breaths and the wet sounds of your mouth against her take over the room, her legs trembling by the side of your head, tensing around you and briefly closing around your head, trapping you in place as she rides the last waves of her release, pleasure coursing through her when she eventually collapsed onto the sofa.

Your lips pepper soft kisses against her inner thighs as her attempts to recover, your fingers tracing random patterns against her skin as you wait for her to look back down at you, your eyes admiring her, in awe of her beauty as she lays beneath you, chest rising and falling with heavy breaths.

Soft pants spill from her lips as she moves her fingers to your hair, pulling you back up so you were hovering over her body, hand quickly wiping the remnants of her arousal off your lower face before kissing her softly, her arms wrapping around your body, wanting to keep you as close as possible.

"I'm so proud of you Detka," she whispers lovingly, fingers gliding up and down your back in a comforting manner, eyes fluttering shut as she relishes in the soft and intimate moment, exhaustion creeping up on her.

"Thank you Mommy," you whisper against her lips, melting against her body briefly as you knew you would need to clean up soon and wash your face, as well as grabbing her some comfortable clothes to wear.

You savour the moment with her as long as possible before deciding you had to get up, kissing her forehead in apology as she grumbled at the lack of touch, your face softening as she looked up at you from the sofa, blissed out.

You rushed around to grab a cloth to clean her with and quickly cleaned your face, hands rummaging through drawers to find her an oversized hoodie and some new panties, wasting no time in returning to the living room, a soft and loving smile engraved on your lips.

Wanda couldn't help but let warmth flood through her chest at your always caring personality, tender with her as she grew tired, watching you return with the items, eyes widening.

Your foot caught on the wire connecting the Christmas tree lights, pulling on it abruptly making the tree sway to one side, fear taking over you at the small jingle and rustle of the ornaments swinging on the branches, a sheepish smile on your lips as you met her amused gaze, the tree only staying upright with the influence of a red wisp of magic.

"Come here before you ruin my hard work," she teases, a soft laugh leaving you as you care for her, lips meeting hers in a tender kiss.

"I helped too," you mutter against her lips playfully, her arms wrapping around you and pulling you down into a cuddle, her hoodie impossibly soft as your head rests against her chest, a smile plastered onto your face. "It was a joint effort," you mumble, her fingers sliding under your jumper to trace random patterns against your skin in a comforting manner.

"Ok Detka," she hums out in a soft tone, "Stay here so you don't ruin our hard work," she corrects, your smile growing that little bit wider, body cuddling further against her.

"That's better," you whisper, arms snaking around her body, "I love you."

"I love you too, Detka," she murmurs, tone laced with tenderness and affection as her legs tangle with yours, locking you in a lovers embrace.

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hvlplvss · 6 months

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| LIGHT SHOWER

colby brock x singer!reader

summary: in which, colby brock is watching the opening show of his girlfriends tour, PORTALS, and he comes to realise a song is dedicated purely to him.

warnings: pure fluff. that’s all i have to say at this point. small mention of previous bad relationships

authors note: inspired by the song LIGHT SHOWER by melanie martinez. ur baso melanie martinez in this lmao. absolutely love her so i had to. but please just search on tiktok or smth ‘melanie martinez portals’ so you have an idea!!!

y/n has released her fourth album ever this year. PORTALS. something completely different from the rest of her albums.

a new era, most would call it. after creating the K-12 film, it took deep consideration and thought of the next steps in her career. which is when she came up with the idea of the fairy/nymph creature her music persona would become.

exploring this route, changed her entire aesthetic and when she disappeared off of social media for ages people began to speculate.

she’d even stopped appearing in her boyfriends youtube videos. y/n use to frequently take part in sam and colby’s ghost hunting videos, but after finishing her K-12 tour, she disappeared.

there was rare occurrences where colby would post her on instagram, only because y/n had agreed. but other than that, no one knew what was going on.

but here she was now with her fairy outfit on. the mask with four eyes, and the big fairy ears that stopped near her neck. the wig and the costume which were all purely based on the aesthetic of the album.

denver, colorado. the first show of the PORTALS tour. no one knew what to expect.

even colby didn’t know what to expect. he wasn’t even allowed to listen to the songs yet. y/n wanted to surprise him with all the music when he first watched the tour.

so he had no clue what to expect either. but to say he was excited was an understatement.

the boy was in awe of what his girlfriend had created. her imagination being the biggest ever. and no one seemed to be able to surpass her alternative, yet insanely creative ways.

sam and colby had agreed on taking a small break, while y/n made this huge leap. sam would of course go to the first concert with colby, accompanying his best friend, and supporting his other close friend.

the boys had brought a camcorder, so they could capture little things from y/n’s show on a cute little vhs film, which colby knew y/n would adore. and he was right.

colby and y/n walked slightly in front of sam backstage, holding hands, while sam secretly recorded the couple on the vhs.

the two swung their hands back and forth, colby being careful of the gloves which y/n wore to add to the look.

“it’s crazy, y’know?” colby said.

y/n looked up at him, “what’d you mean?”

“just, you. like i remember watching you at the last shows of crybaby and now you’re here. and i get to experience all of this with you. i just feel so lucky to have someone as smart and creative as you,” he explained.

y/n smiled, squeezing colby’s hand as they approached the wings of the stage, “you gonna go stand in front of the barricade?” y/n asked. colby nodded, “try to not to get taken down by crazy people,” y/n joked.

colby laughed, looking down at his girlfriend. “i am so so lucky,” he repeated. he gently pressed a kiss to her hair, careful of the mask, which was hand-painted to perfection. “i love you y/n, truly,”

y/n smiled, “i love you colby,” she was handed her microphone, as he began walking away, sending her a little cute wave as he disappeared.

now this song just meant even more for her to be able to perform.

sam had stuck in the wings, while colby had disappeared in front of the stage, waving at the few fans who managed to secure spaces at barricade. he held the camcorder in one hand, getting ready to record the first snippet as soon as he could.

“hello earthlings. it’s me, crybaby. i know you can’t see me. but i’m still here. wanna know a secret? there’s still a piece of me trying to become an angel. look into the light and repeat after me. our energy can’t be destroyed, we find our light within the void. we’ve been here before, we can do it again. the evolution will never end. we are protected, we are immortal. and tonight, we step into the portal,”

a note began and y/n stepped onto stage in her fairy form. “death is life, is death, is life, is death, is life, is,” drum beats.

colby picked up the camcorder as his girlfriend stepped forward, closer to the edge of the stage.

he looked in awe of the girl, taking in every little bit about her and how far she had come. the people she was able to bring together.

she was nearing the end of the fourth song on the album, ‘faerie soiree’. quite an upbeat song, which then faded into a slow ending, so far colby’s favourite song out the four he had heard.

watching his girlfriend dance across the stage, feeling her music so dearly. as the song ended, y/n’s four dancers walked off of the stage, leaving her alone.

new music started, the intro beginning to play. the girl walked forward to the edge of the stage, going down to her knees, sitting on her feet.

she sat in the centre of the stage, reaching out for colby’s hand, who gladly held on. y/n moved the microphone updward towards her lips. she looked at the boy in front of her.

“you are the light I've been searchin' for forever. feels like, man, i’ve really never felt the rain. buried in the desert, didn't think i’d push through the dirt. you just cleansed me like a waterfall, you came”

colby had then realised, there was a song written for him. y/n never fully wrote songs for someone. she always wrote them based on a broader subject.

however colby, didn’t want to jump to conclusions immediately, so he just continued to stare directly at his girlfriend, who didn’t take her eyes off of him.

“i’m screamin' like a kettle on a stove. you cranked the heat up, i was cold. my past grew mold around my heart. and all my anger, sadness, regret disappeared. it’s madness, i’m not used to all this water, love, it's true,”

this was what confirmed it for colby. as cocky as it sounds. y/n was singing for him. she was singing to him and only him.

he knew all about her past and how she was treated previously. and he’d promised to give her everything he could, treat her with the upmost respect and love. and that’s what he did.

“but you made me want to. plan out my last days on earth, eating you. ooh-ooh-ooh. the tips of your teeth fit perfect in me. you’re a shower of light i’d devour, anyday of the week. baby, cleanse me,”

the song had finished, and if colby was lying, he’d say he didn’t cry. but that boy had tears in his eyes and people who were standing off to the side behind him, could tell.

y/n let go off his hand, blew a kiss and ran off stage, preparing for her next song. colby wiped his left eye, to stop the tear that was so close to running down his face.

as the dancers came back on, dancing while y/n prepared to come on for her next song, colby picked up the camcorder and pretend like he didn’t just fall further in love with the girl.

colby assumed it was nearing the end of the show, as y/n was now finishing her 15th song, so he left from the barricade and walked back to the wings of the stage, meeting sam, who stood with his phone out, recording her from the sides.

sam noticed colby’s oncoming presence, “you alright there, colby?” sam asked, putting his phone down and turning to his friend.

“yeah, just you know, taking everything in,” he nodded.

“saw you shed a couple of tears down there, bro,” sam patted colby on the back, but he shoved his arm off.

“shut up,” he said in embarrassment.

sam rolled his eyes, “it’s fine colby. when y/n came off stage, she was crying. not in a bad way or anything. i think she just can’t believe everything, and having you here after everything she went through,” sam explained.

colby smiled slightly, looking down to the ground, “i really love her you know,” colby spoke, his eyes darting to the stage watching y/n finish her final song.

“and she loves you, so much,” sam replied, “she called you her light shower or whatever,”

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