summary: a very drunk colson calls you whilst you’re in the middle of a date, which is nothing new, asking for you to pick him up and it leads to some drunk truths.
word count: 2.2k words.
warnings: mention of alcohol and weed, swearing.
my writing
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“this food is gorgeous,” smiling up towards the man that’s sitting on the opposite side of the table. picking up some of the pasta onto your fork, popping it into your mouth, chewing the food and swallowing, before looking back up to meet his eyes. “how’s your food?”
“amazing thanks,” you watch as he puts a forkful of food into his mouth, washing it down with some of the wine that you ordered to the table. “how’s yours?”
“really good thank you, i’m glad i went for this.” pointing to the pasta dish with your fork, lifting up your own glass of red wine with your free hand and taking a sip. placing the fork back into your hand, you scoop up more of the tomato pasta, shoving it into your mouth.
the loud text tone of your phone that’s sitting in your bag makes you stop the chewing of your pasta, covering your mouth with the back of your hand, as you send him an apologetic look before reaching into your bag to put it on silent.
“i thought i put this on silent before i came.” you smile at him, pulling the device out of your bag and glancing down as it begins to buzz and ring loudly in your hand. your eyes knit together in confusion, as the name “cols” is on the top of the phone and a picture of him is displayed on the screen. “sorry, i need to take this. could you excuse me for a second?”
“yeah of course, take all the time you need.” he sends you a polite smile, watching you as you mutter a quick thank you and stand up from the chair, and begin to make your way to the bathroom, accepting the call as you stroll.
“hey, cols. you okay?” you mutter, opening the door and leaning against the sink, looking around the bathroom and noting it’s empty.
“y/nnnn,” he drags out the last letter of your name, laughing loudly when you hear shouting from the other side of the phone. “what are you doing right now?”
“you know what i’m doing,” your brows are still knitted together, chewing your lip in confusion as you have already mentioned your date to the blonde many times. “why is everything okay?”
“wait, what are you doing?” he questions again. you can hear shuffling around in the background, and you’re still not too sure why he’s calling right now, as he knows you’re on a date.
“i’m busy, cols. i’m on a date, you know this.” you sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose in frustration. pulling the phone away from your ear briefly, you check the time, before parting your lips again. “do you need something? because i need to go.”
“that must have slipped my mind.” he slurs down the phone. you can hear the smirk in his voice, and you can’t stop your head from shaking in annoyance. “i need you to come and pick me up, i need to go home but i’m too drunk to drive. please y/n.”
“colson, i can’t. can't you ask slim to get you?” you turn around in the mirror, glancing over your appearance.
“i can’t, he’s with me. please i’ll pay you, i need you please.” he begs, causing you to shake your head again.
“this isn’t the first time you’ve called me when i’ve been on a date, colson.” sighing deeply, you bite your lip in frustration. after thinking the situation over, you nod your head, even though he can’t see you, before exhaling loudly, making sure he could hear the annoyance that is present. “fine, you owe me big time. where are you?”
“thank you, i really appreciate it. i’m in soho, i’ll stand outside so you can see me.” you can hear the smile in the tone of his voice, and you can feel the corner of your lips starting to tug into a smile, but you stop yourself before it can. luckily you have only had one glass of wine, therefore it was safe for you to drive.
“i’ll be there in five. don’t move.” sighing once more, you end the call and stroll towards the door, swinging it open and walking back to the table with an apologetic grin.
“hey, i know this is bad timing, but i need to go. something has come up and i need to leave.” you feel shitty, ditching your date so soon, but you’re always going to be there for your friends if they need you. “we can rearrange this if you would like?”
“it’s fine, don’t worry about it. yeah of course, i’ll text you.” he smiles, standing up from his chair and extending his arms, pulling you in for a quick hug before pulling away.
“i’m really sorry again.” you give him a soft smile, as you pick up your bag, resting it on your shoulder as you begin to back away. “thank you for tonight, it was nice.”
“you’re welcome, i’ll see you soon.” he grins, giving you a small wave as you turn around with a smile, walking out of the restaurant and towards your car.
unlocking your car, you slide into the driver’s seat, placing your bag onto the floor of the passenger’s and turning the ignition on, not before fastening your seatbelt. you begin to make the small drive to soho, where colson is waiting patiently for you.
pulling up right outside the door, your eyes connect with the tall blonde who is leaning against the wall with a blunt situated in his mouth, as he pushes himself off the wall. jogging slightly, he makes his way around to the passenger’s seat.
opening the door wide, he sits down in the seat with a huff, throwing the burnt out blunt onto the ground before shutting the door with a smile.
“hey bestie.” he turns to look at you, eyes heavy and red with a sleepy grin.
“hey.” you smile wide at him, before beginning to make your way towards colson’s house.
“how was your date?” he asks, leaning forward and cranking the music up loud, drumming along to the tune on the dashboard.
“it was going great until you decided to call.” you smirk, reaching over to turn the music down, before sighing. “cols, can i ask you something?”
“sure. you can always ask me anything you know that.” he throws you a smile, then looks down at the fraying thread that’s hanging out of the slit on his knee.
“why do you always call me when i’m on a date?” you ask softly, your eyes leave the road for a moment and you glance towards him, eyes darting around his face as he brings his bottom lip between his teeth, chewing gently as he looks deep in thought. adverting your eyes from him, you look back onto the road.
“i, erm,” he takes a deep breath, before looking over at you with glossy eyes from the alcohol and weed that he has been smoking. he rests his head against the coolness of the window with a sigh, letting his eyes shut for a moment, then glances over to you. “no reason.”
“colson.” you pry, not believing his response at all. “come on, be honest with me.”
“i just don’t like to see you with other guys.” he mutters out too quickly, words slurred from the whiskey he has most likely drank all night. he flicks his eyes from you to the window, whilst clearing his throat as the awkwardness settles in.
“pardon? i didn’t hear you, can you repeat that slower,” chuckling slightly, eyes removing from the empty road ahead of you and over to him with crossed brows, sending him a sheepish grin. “please.”
“fuck,” he mutters to himself, voice low before he repositions himself, sitting up straight and turning his body to face you. “i hate seeing you on dates with other guys when it should be me.”
“what?” you choke, eyes wide as your head whips to look at him with parted lips. “do you know what you’re saying right now? how much have you had to drink?”
“it’s fine, just drop it.” he sighs, bringing his hands up to his face and rubbing it gently, exhaling through his nose loudly.
“no, colson. i can’t drop this now.” you shake your head, pulling up to colson’s driveway and once you park, you turn the ignition off and turn your body to face him, crossing your arms over your chest.
“i get jealous every time you mention a date because i’m into you.” he looks over at you, eyes dancing around your face as you process his words with your lip between your teeth and eyebrows knitted together in confusion. “and i know i’m drunk, very drunk, but i mean every single word.”
“cols,” you exhale softly, “why didn’t you just say something earlier?”
“i didn’t want to ruin our friendship, that’s why i decided not to say anything.” his gaze is on his hands, playing with the large amount of rings that are littered on his fingers, avoiding your eyes that are fixed on him. “plus, i don’t even know if you have any feelings for me either, so yeah. you can just ignore everything i said.”
“nothing will ever ruin what we have between us, colson.” you smile warmly, trying your hardest to calm the nerves that are visibly radiating off the blonde. “i’m not going to lie to you and say i have a lot of feelings for you, but i can admit that there is something there, between us.” your hands move back and forth, pointing at him and you to help further explain. “and there always will be, you know that, because we’re close friends.”
“very close,” he adds with a grin, making you roll your eyes at him. the strong bond between the two of you wasn’t new to everyone, the late night cuddles and bed sharing, drunken kisses and many occurrences where one of you would accidentally walk in on the other one when you were butt naked after a shower, or getting ready for the day.
“look, why don’t we talk about this properly tomorrow, when you’re sober?” you inquire, eyes darting around his face as his gaze lingers on his fingers, spinning one of many metal rings around his digit to distract himself.
“can i pick you up and take you to the diner?” he flicks his attention to you, a hopeful glint glistening in his irises. “i know how much you like it there, especially with me.”
“of course you can.” smiling brightly, as he brings one hand to rest on top of yours, tugging it towards him and lacing your fingers with his.
“i’ll pick you up at 1pm, don’t be late.” he winks with a cheeky grin, bringing your hand up to his lips and pressing a gentle kiss to the back of your soft hand. “it’s a date.”
“it’s a date.” you nod in agreement, grinning as he leans over to connect his lips to your cheek, leaving a soft peck to it before sitting back in his chair.
“thank you for picking me up, you have no idea how grateful i am to have you in my life.” his cheeks turn a light shade of pink once the words leave his mouth, and you’re not sure if it’s from the alcohol and weed that he’s consumed during the night, or if it’s because he’s sharing his genuine feelings with you, something he doesn’t do often with anyone.
“no need to thank me, it’s what i’m here for,” you give his hand a loving squeeze to show your appreciation for his words, and him, with a small smile. “i’m so grateful to have you in my life too, cols.”
the blonde can’t wipe the huge smile off his face it’s starting to hurt, your lips mirroring his when he lifts your hand up to his mouth again and places a quick kiss to it. colson wishes your hand was your lips, but he’s going to keep that to himself for the time being, baby steps.
“right, get out so i can go home,” you tease, turning the key to the ignition, causing the car to roar again. you glance over at him, feeling his eyes watching your every move, and you’re correct once you meet his gaze as soon as your head turns. “i have a date to get ready for.”
“okay okay, i’m going.” he chuckles, unlinking your hand with his and raising his palms up to show his surrender, making you giggle. “i’ll see you tomorrow, thank you again.”
“see you tomorrow.” you respond, rolling the window down to the passenger seat once he steps out and shuts the door behind him with a slam.
“drive safe, give me a text when you get home so i know you made it home in one piece.” he demands, leaning his arms on the window with a warm smile, before pushing himself off it and turning around, strolling to his door.
you stay parked outside his house, watching his every move to make sure he got in okay, knowing full well how clumsy drunk colson can be. colson gives you a small wave once he opens the door, signalling that it was fine for you to leave now, so you head off into the direction of your home, mind clouded with the tall blonde that you’re very fond of.
summary: you and colson are friends, and every saturday the two of you have a sleepover at his house but this one sleepover ends completely different.
word count: 1.5k words.
warnings: none, all fluff.
my writing
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from the second the colson and you became friends, the two of you decided that every saturday you spend the night at colson’s house, watching movies and eating all the junk food you both can lay your hands on. therefore, this has been a tradition for the two of you for years now, only breaking it when you have work the following day.
it is a saturday, and of course, the two of you are perched in his king sized bed with a variety of snacks and drinks surrounding you. surprisingly, colson has let you have free range of the television remote, claiming he couldn’t find a good enough movie to watch, and decided it was your turn to be in charge of the movie picking.
“colson, quit putting your cold feet on me.” you snap playfully, flicking your gaze off of the flatscreen that’s planted on colson’s drawers ahead of you, and towards the blonde who is tittering to the right of you. leaning your hand under the covers, you slap his knee gently demanding him to return his foot to its original space.
“this movie is shit,” he huffs, pulling his icy cold foot away from your shin and picking up a piece of sweet popcorn that’s sitting inside the large bowl in between the two of you, chucking it into his mouth with a teasing scowl. “when i said you could pick the movie, i wasn’t expecting a shitty chick flick.”
“stop whining,” grinning, you mimic his actions by picking up a couple of pieces of popcorn, never taking your eyes off the flatscreen and flinging a piece in colson’s direction with a breathy laugh through your nostrils. “this film’s good, i’ve watched it a couple of times.”
“yeah i can tell.” rolling his eyes and crossing his arms, not before picking up the scattered popcorn that you threw at him and popping it into his mouth, and turning to look at you. “you haven’t stopped mouthing the words the whole time.”
with a smile, you divert your eyes off the television and to colson, face warming slightly to see him already gazing at you with soft eyes. “well i like this film.”
“which is why i’m letting you watch it.” he winks, picking up more popcorn and throwing it into his mouth then chucking one at you, which hits your nose. “it’s cute to see you so interested in a movie.”
scrunching your nose up with a pout, you cross your arms together over your chest, turning your head and eyes back towards the flatscreen, mumbling, “that wasn’t very nice of you.”
“so it’s funny when you do it to me, but not when i do it to you? interesting.” smiling wide when you stick two fingers up at him as your response, biting your bottom lip to stop the corners of your mouth from raising into a grin.
colson studies you for a while, as your gaze never leaves the flat screen and your mouth moves as the characters speak, reciting the script quietly to yourself.
he admires the way you’re makeup free, skin glistening with the skincare you applied to your face when you removed your makeup prior to the movie. hair shoved up on the top of your hair with a navy blue scrunchie, with wispy pieces framing your face. his hoodie hanging off your shoulders, and when you stand it hits the middle of your thighs, your hands peeking out of the long sleeves, playing with your fingers occasionally. he studies the way your eyes light up brightly when your favourite character appears on the screen, and your infectious laugh that falls out of your mouth when something funny happens, causing the man to smile brightly every time.
your laughter brings the blonde out of his trance and before you could catch him gazing adoringly at you, he quickly flicks his eyes from you, to the flat screen ahead of him.
the movie ends, and the credits as well as the ending song blares from the flatscreen. you’re now closer to colson, head resting on his shoulder as his arm lays around your shoulders, whilst he flicks through the different movies with his right. once finding one that sounds remotely interesting, he presses play, shoving the remote to the side of him.
“you still awake?” he mummers, craning his head down to peep at your face, smiling softly as you blink and nod slowly, half asleep. the movie is about half way through, and you couldn’t stop your eyes from falling shut, and your arm from looping itself around colson’s waist, which he didn’t mind at all.
“yeah,” bringing your hand up to muffle a yawn that spills past your lips, lifting your head up to look at him, smiling when you catch his gaze. “what would you do if there was a zombie apocalypse right now? would you hide in here or would you go somewhere else?”
shaking his head amusingly with a chuckle, he averts his gaze from your eyes to the screen, before glancing back down to you, blushing a bit when he notices you’re still staring up at him.
“um,” clearing his throat before chewing on his bottom lip to stop a grin from spreading, thinking of an answer and slightly confused as to where this topic has come from. ”probably stay here. not without making sure that you’re here with me so i know you’re safe of course.”
“okay, but what if they-“ pausing for a moment to stifle another yawn with a grin, before continuing. “can open the doors, what would you do then? oh and they can pick locks too.”
“well in that case,” his eyes dance around your face, an amused smile adoring his lips, as you stare up at him, your own eyes glancing around his face. the blonde chuckles, before opening his mouth again. “i’d nail the doors shut with wood, but let’s hope a zombie apocalypse doesn’t happen any time soon. also, this is going to sound cheesy but ... i love when you’re half asleep and talking nonsense.”
“yeah i would do that too, twice though.” you giggle softly, grinning up at him as he looks down at you with loving eyes, his tongue poking out briefly to wet his lips before he takes a deep breath, searching your face before moving his attention to your lips as the part. “nice to know you like my nonsense, cols.”
“this might sound strange,” his voice is low, as he stares into your eyes, flicking his eyes down towards your lips as you bring your bottom lip between your teeth, chewing gently. “but, can i kiss you right now?”
“i mean, we don’t have to, of course. it’s completely up to you, i just had to ask because you look so cute right now, and yeah.” the blonde heart feels like it’s going to beat out of his chest, and he’s pretty certain you can hear it as you beam wide, removing your lip from your teeth and sitting up slightly, heads inches away from each other.
you bring your head forward so your lips are millimetres away from his, humming as a response before mumbling a quick, “yes you can.”
colson brings his right hand up to rest on your cheek, pulling you closer to him with a smile. finally, he purses his lips, pressing them onto yours with a content sigh, as you lift your hand to rest onto his locks, bringing him impossibly closer.
your heart rate is through the roof, as your lips move in sync. the movie is long forgotten, as you feel his tongue swipe your bottom lip, begging for access. with a slight grin, you part your lips, your hand tugging on the nape of his neck as your tongues collide together.
after a few moments, you both pull away breathlessly with huge smiles mirroring each other. resting your head back onto his chest, his arms immediately move to loop round your body, holding you close to him whilst he releases a pleased sigh.
“i’ve been waiting a long time to do that.” you mummer, squeezing his body with one hand, focusing your attention as your cheeks burn from your confession.
“yeah, me too. i like you a lot, i just wasn’t sure if you felt the same.” he responds, looking down at you before lifting his attention back to the flatscreen, trying to figure out what he has missed.
“i like you a lot too, cols.” you smile softly, chuckling slightly as you look back up at him, causing him to glance back down with a smile as well. “if it wasn’t obvious.”
with a wide smile, colson leans forward, connecting his lips back onto yours, pressing a few soft kisses to them before pulling away, looking down at you tenderly.
“good because i would have totally embarrassed myself just then.” chuckling, as you press a gentle kiss to his jaw, then resting your head on his shoulder, smiling up at him with a benevolent smile, before flicking your gaze back over to the television, wrapping your arms tighter around the blonde’s frame.
