fics & requests // sam and colby

let's be honest // c.b.

requested by anonymous: Hey I don't know if you're still taking requests. If not just ignore this. But could you do a colby fic where the reader has been hanging with Jake a lot more, and he gets bit jealous? I love your writing so much ❤️❤️❤️

POV: first person, Y/N, she/her pronouns

trigger warning: some cursing, JUST THE FLUFFIEST 😊

word count: 1354

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"...and everyone thank Y/N for filming my video today." Jake stated, pointing to me.

I turned the camera around, winking at it and turning it back to Jake.

"Alright, get the fuck out." Jake commanded, his lips forming into a line as his brow lowered.

A pause fell over us. Suddenly his face lightened up, smiling softly.

"I think we're good." Jake shrugged, as I stopped the video.

Jake lightly took the camera from my hands and started to look over the last bit of footage we had just filmed.

I glanced all around his kitchen, where we mostly filmed this video. Jake decided to hit me up again this week, but this time instead of hanging out, he wanted to help me film his new video for his channel. It was going to be called "Putting Every Condiment On A Sandwich". Like most Jake videos, this required a trip to the Dollar Tree where we picked up everything that could be (and is not) a condiment to put on a sandwich. The resulted in the grossest, both smelling and taste, vomit looking "sandwich" ever. Also, because it's a Jake video, it meant his whole entire kitchen was a mess. Mayo on multiple knives, peanut butter smacked down and spread on the counter, ketchup on the ceiling -

"Wait, how'd we get ketchup on the ceiling?" I asked, looking straight up.

Jake shrugged, still staring at the camera. "No clue."

I slowly started to tip-toe to his front door. "Well, now that my duty is done, I think it's time I head ou-"

"Y/N, please stay." Jake begged, grabbing my wrist lightly.

I sighed. "Why? This is gonna take for fucking ever to clean up."

"But it won't take as long if you help me. I'll order us McDonalds." He batted his eyelashes at me, pouting out his bottom lip.

I groaned. "You better get me anything I want."

He paused for a moment, and then started giggling. I cocked my head to the side. "What?"

"You said duty..."

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After two full hours of scrubbing and eating, the kitchen was back to the way it looked before: still kind of messy, but usable. As we lounged on the couch, Jake flipped through channels on his tv, not being able to settle on one.

Three loud knocks came from Jake's front door, causing me to glance over at it.

"Who's that?" I remarked.

"Come in brother! The door's unlocked." Jake yelled, getting up and heading to the bathroom.

My face scrunched at Jake. I glanced back over at his door to see Colby walk in, closing it and locking it behind him.

"Brother, don't leave you door unlocked. A creep might break in." Colby called out to Jake, sitting down on a beanbag chair on the other side of the couch.