fics & requests // sam and colby

painting us // c.b.

prompt: colby and you have been together for a long time, and he decides for a special date night that you two should paint one another. || colby brock x reader

POV: First person, no pronouns mentioned

trigger warning: one curse word, PURE FLUFF, super sweet <33

word count: 1300

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"Are you gonna be upset if my painting looks like ass?" Colby smirked, staring up at me for a moment.

I shook my head. "Babe, I highly doubt it's gonna look that bad."

"You know I have no artistic skills. And especially after a glass of wine?" He pffted.

I giggled. "I'll love it regardless."

Our date nights were always fun, having spent so much time together - it was natural for us to enjoy ourselves. Some of my favorite memories were from dates of ours. Recently Colby had seen a stream of tiktoks talking about getting tipsy and painting one another and showing the results afterwards. He mentioned really wanting to do this one night with me, saying we could turn it into a whole date; including making pizza together and watching a movie after. I agreed once I saw one of the tiktoks and thought it looked like a cute idea. What was hysterical to me was how one partner was always so bad at painting and the other was either amazing or just okay.

And since I had been with Colby for a couple years now, I knew which one of us was going to be the bad one... and it definitely wasn't going to be me.

Colby was creative in a lot of ways. Painting was just not one of them.

I kept looking up at him, doing my best to paint him like he was: hair gelled in just the right way - like he always wore it, a short sleeve button up shirt with a black and white design on it. His eyes were soft, and his lips had a light red stain on them from the wine he had been drinking with me. Every time we made eye contact, he would smile cheekily at me, his dimples showing, and sometimes giving me a wink when I would smirk back.

He was the love of my life, and I couldn't imagine anyone else sitting here with me. I didn't want anyone else sitting here with me, on a random Thursday night, painting, drinking, and reminiscing.

"What's been your favorite date of ours?" He asked softly, his brush lightly tapping at the canvas.

I sat back for a moment, thinking. "Oooh, that's a good question. I think I really liked the one we took on your one day off in Rome. It was nice that even on a work trip, you made time for me."

"I will always make time for you," he stated sincerely. "And having authentic Italian food in Italy is a no brainer."

I moaned, "That pasta was to die for."

"I could gain 10 pounds just thinking about it." He jested.

"What about you? What's been your favorite date of ours?" I questioned, painting in his shirt some more.

"Hmmm, probably when we found that hidden beach out in Virginia, and we just watched the stars for hours and talked." Colby smiled at the memory.

I sighed sweetly, "You're such a sap."

"Only for you." He whispered, taking a sip of his wine.

"Are you almost done? I think I've painted your face like six times now but I feel like I'm never gonna get your eyes right." I huffed, slightly frustrated.

"Yeah, I think I'm done..." His voice trailed off, his eyes suddenly full of nerves.

"You don't sound too enthused." I remarked, watching him.

He cleared his throat, "I-I'm just nervous for you to see it. I tried really hard."

"Aw babe, that's so sweet." I commented.

His gaze met mine and he nodded, "Show me yours first, Y/N."

"Alright..." I spun the canvas around, showing him the painting. His whole face brightened, his eyes kind.

Colby pointed proudly, "Baby, that's excellent."

"You think so?" I inquired, looking back at the painting.

"Yeah! You did really good," he exclaimed. "I'm actually shocked at how much that looks like me."

"I feel like your eyes aren't quite right though." I mentioned.

He cocked his head, tracing the lines of the painting with his gaze. "The right one does look a little wonky... but at least you painted me accurately."

I laughed, "Hey now, that's not true. Your right eye is lovely."

"Thanks for the reassurance." His smile dropped, his face nervous once more. "Do you wanna see mine?"

"Of course. I bet it's amazing." I reassured him.

Colby nodded, growing quiet instantly. He looked anxious, and I politely smiled at him. He took a deep breath, grabbing the canvas and turning it over.

It wasn't a painting of me. Well, I was on it. It was the two of us as little mini figures in the corner, holding hands. The background was painted a light pink. And there were words taking up the whole canvas. I read them slowly, taking them in one by one.

Will... you... marry... me?

Will you marry me?

He... was asking me to marry him.

Colby was asking me to marry him.

Tears welled up in my eyes as it hit me, my mouth falling open as I blinked rapidly. He chuckled, getting up and walking over to me. He placed the painting in front of me on the table, taking my hand in his. From his back pocket he pulled out a small ring box and opened it. Inside was a beautiful ring, one that was clearly made for just me. It had everything I wanted in an engagement ring. The shape, the color, the cut.

It all made sense as to why months back he had asked me about rings and what I wanted. I knew he wanted to marry me, we had talked about it for over a year at this point. But all of this felt so surprising.

His voice wavered as he spoke, tears brimming from his eyes. His hands shook against mine anxiously. His eyes remained on mine the entire time, his heart speaking for him. "Y/N, you have been the best partner I could have ever asked for. The moment I met you I knew I wanted to marry you. You are unlike anyone I've ever known before. You make me feel so secure in who I am as a man and you help me be a better one every day just by existing in my life. I have truly never felt happier, and I thank God every day for sending you my way when I needed you most. I cannot imagine spending another second without you as mine. I love you so much. Will you please marry me?"

I stared at him, the ring, and back at him again. His eyes shined with unshed tears as he waited for me to respond.

"Of course, my love. You're all I've ever wanted," I choked out, more tears falling.

He grinned, sliding the ring onto my finger and jumping to his feet. He pulled me up with him, wrapping his arms around me tightly. He squeezed me, laughing softly as I cried happy tears into his chest. Colby pulled away, looking at me with adoration, kissing my lips feverishly. I kissed him back just as much, holding his face in my hands.

I wiped my tears away, "Oh my God, I can't believe it. This is fucking insane, Colby."

"That I'd marry you or that I surprised you?" He sassed.

I chuckled, "Both honestly."

"I love you, Y/N." He murmured, resting his forehead against mine.

"I love you, Colby." We stayed like that for a moment, just breathing, until I spoke, "I have a different answer to your earlier question though."

He raised an eyebrow, "What one?"

"My favorite date. It's not the Italy one. It's this one. For sure." I rubbed his arms softly, pulling him closer to me.

Colby beamed, "This is my favorite one too."