sHAKIGN rn your stuff is amazing!!! ...how would u feel abt a Yandere!Collin the computer x reader?
Yandere!Collin x reader headcanons!
I apologize if you wanted a oneshot, but you didn't specify, and I'm also having trouble forming plots with oneshots and etc. Asides that, thank u so much!!1!
TW/CW: Yandere behavior, stalking, mentions of death and doxxing.
Let's start with the obvious stuff here, Collin stalking you on the internet, photo, blogs, drawings, fanfictions, anything that's yours he'll track, Collin loves you, just like he loves every tiny thing that's yours, even if you don't like him doing that kind of thing, he can't help himself but continue!
He loves talking to you, even if it's not romance related stuff, he loves learning about your point of view on certain topics and things you've done. And do you know why he does that? He make notes of you of course, silly! Collin records everything about you in his digital diary, with pixelated hearts drawed in the white borders and around your name.
And about his case of envy, well... Anyone he sees being romantically interested in you automatically results in threats in that person's email, and maybe even doxxing. Of course, if someone harms you, it could even result in death...
Collin never directly confesses his feelings to you, but he still makes several romantic games with you, always complimenting your hair and teeth, offering dating sim games with characters who had similar personalities to Collin, and directly using romantic nicknames with you like "honey" or "buttercup". But there are times when instead of being weird he's actually cute, always encouraging and complimenting you when you feel ugly.
"Don't feel bad, Y/N! Time is just a concept to leave people's sanity intact, so if you want you can have all the time in the world. Keep the hard work up, buttercup!"
Unlike Electracey who would literally drug you to get you in her arms, Collin would never hurt you, that's something he promised himself. No matter how angry he is, he wouldn't even have the courage to pull your arm lightly. But the most Collin could do is yell at you.
But if you don't excuse Collin's attitude, he's definitely going to freak out about it, tugging at your shirt and falling to his knees begging you not to leave him.
"Tell me what I did wrong! PLEASE! Sorry! I swear I'm sorry! Do not leave me! Please!"
Even if you abandon Collin, he will never hurt you on that occasion, the max Collin will do is to kill everyone with you, only having him as an option.
MAYBE Collin can trap you in his virtual world... After all he can offer you almost anything there, you just need to say yes or the three magical words, and everything is yours! Do you want the bedroom of your dreams? Describe it to Collin and he will do the hard work of modeling everything for you. Song? He'll download every song he's heard you rave about just for you, dear! Series or movies? Hacking is just the least he can do for you.
I was sleepy while writed those im 70% sure theres a mistake there.
Y/N was devastated when Collin left Oakland without a trace. Now it's New Years and he's back. Set after season 2 of Blindspotting.
You were dating Collin for two years before he disappeared
Miles was the one to break the news to you and Nancy called you right after
She was as heartbroken as you were
You were heartbroken to say the least. You tried to so hard to rationalize what he was dealing with, but after all you had been through together? Leaving without a goodbye or contact info?
The love you had for Collin didn't fade, but you were still angry as fuck
You were angry at Collin, the police officer and the system that often paints them as heroes as Collin as a criminal. You wanted it all to burn.
Janelle convinced to take boxing lessons with her to channel your anger.
Every minute in your shared apartment reminded you of him. You didn't have it in you to move his things
Collin left most of his items at the apartment. Only a few pairs of clothing were missing
When you came home the day he left, you noticed the framed photo of you two sitting on the dresser. The picture was supposed to be in the living room.
There were times you stressed, thinking about his whereabouts and if he was safe
Sean asked you about Collin all the time. He was convinced Uncle Collin was communicating with you while he was away
You and Ashley were stuck in a hard place. She didn't get to tell him about Miles yet, so you decided to pretend
Sean believed Collin was on an adventure for work, meeting new people, and saving the day (he came back with a biker gang, so you weren't completely wrong)
You spent more time with Nancy and Janelle because you all missed him and would often lean on each other for support
This led to road trips and yoga classes together. They didn't want you to forget you were still a part of their family whether Collin was there or not
On New Years, just as the clock struck midnight, you were on your fourth drink. Miles and Ashley were having a moment upstairs
Janelle convinced you you needed another shot and just as you were ready to down it, she froze
"Nelle? You good?"
You finally turned around to see Collin standing in the doorway of the kitchen
He looked different. Tired. Anxious. His braids were now locs that passed his shoulders and his beard reminded you of a caveman. He wore a leather jacket and boots that reminded you of a biker gang (unbeknownst to you)
Janelle was the first to move to greet her brother. Everyone else stepped in to greet him, asking how and where he's been
He answered their questions as efficiently as he, refusing to break eye contact with you. All Collin wanted in that moment was you
It was hot as fuck, but you were still upset
Once everyone left him alone, Janelle handed him her shot, threw a pointed look your way and left
Collin couldn't move and neither could you
After all this time, you were still the most beautiful women in the world
He raised his glass, then took his shot. You did the same
He finally moved from the doorway and pulled you close
"Please don't let me go", you begged
"I won't"
Collin held you for as long as he could, leaving a trail of soft kisses on your forehead
More people entered the kitchen to see you and Collin in your own world, holding each other in silence
All the anger and frustration faded, that was a conversation for another time
Ty for the ask anon! This is my first time writing fanfic since like 2018 so its probably shit. Sorry in advance..
Collin the computer with a jealous reader
💾He had become a bit too engrossed in his work online, and kept brushing you off when you tried talking to him
💾He was working on a prototype for a smartphone, and was spending a lot of time talking to his work partner about things they needed to fix in the code
💾It takes him a second to realize why you were suddenly being so clingy
💾He finds it a bit cute, but also feels really bad
💾He lets his partner know that he's signing off for the day, and apologizes for ignoring you
💾Mans just has lazer focus
💾He's literally a computer tho so it makes sense
💾He'll help you make dinner and set up a movie
💾Will cuddle you if you want but he's a block of metal so it probably wont be comfy 💀💀
💾Very sweet boi
💾Will tell you little facts about the movie while you watch it bc he's a fucking nerd
💾Makes sure you know that you're the most important thing in his life :)
Because it's almost Halloween, I've been playing Stardew valley and out of inspiration from episode 5 I thought of this.
Feeling that he was a bit of an AH during the whole birthday event (80% out of guilt and 20% due to the glares and tongue lashings he got from his vice leader and relatives) Male Dom imp overlord asks, actually ASKS if Striker, Blitzo, Moxxie and Collin would go with him to the arcane autumn festival in his home village to meet his family as a legitimate thank you/apology.
Dom Imp Overlord asking their S/O to there home town.
Striker
Ever since the birthday incident, you'd felt off.
Now, while he had gone directly against an order, you didn't blame the Cowboy Imp for his slip up.
He'd only been trying to do something nice.
Trying to show some affection, trying to make it special.
And... sure, he did break a rule.
And that was a major No-No in your relationship, and something he'd usually be punished for.
But he was trying to do something for you, something one should be able to do in a relationship, so you couldnt be all too mad at him.
So, waiting for an appropriate moment, you took him to the side.
And after a moments silence, you told him you'd like him to accompany you somewhere every important.
Striker knew what you looked like when you were being serious.
He also knew what you looked like when you were conflicted about something. So, he agreed, you quickly getting back to business.
It would be less then a week later that you left, you not telling him anything about it all the while.
All you'd told him was to pack warm clothes.
Much to his surprise, you didnt take a full armoured convoy. Instead sticking with a simple line of black humvees.
The serpent-cowboy-Imp was even more surprised to find you on wrath, driving down some old dirt road.
He was almost anxious, mostly due to your near total silence the entire trip.
But you did eventually pull him close, leaning against him. It was a sign of trust, a sign of vulnerability you only showed to him, the Serpentine Imp being allowed to hold you close.
Allowed to love you without worrying about your image.
It was a long ride, you spending much of it curled up with him. The Imp happy have you close.
Eventually you approached a sizable little town, it holding a simple beauty, an abundance of trees around it. Each one a beautiful orange-brown, dying leaves falling leaves painting the surrounding area an orange-brown.
You pulled into the humble town, and Striker instantly notice just how clean and pretty it was, it was almost unerving. Especially on Wrath.
And getting out he found... men. Lots of men standing about, all dressed in formal attire.
Not just the general 'clean duds', you found on ranchers when they went to pick up their sweethearts.
No. These men had a job, and based on the fire-power some of them were weilding, he could only guess what that job was.
The pieces all came together when you began walking, each Imp you passed giving you a brief nod, or shallow bow.
He knew that look.
They worked for you.
You walked through the town like you owned it. And you likely did. You had a knack for taking control of places.
You made a beeline for one of the houses.
On its balcony sat an older Imp, the man having a large white beard, a double barrel laid across his lap.
He greeted you simply, the Imp calling you by what he could only describe as a nickname meant for a child.
But instead of getting annoyed at such disrespect as you normally would. You just smiled, asking him if someone was inside.
With a very obvious yes, you went inside.
Stepping inside you turned to him.
You told him, firstly to clean his shoes, something you did often as you were meticulous on your image, and leaving dirty foot prints was a big no-no for you.
Cleaning him up, you told him simply, 'Behave, and speak only when spoken too.' A command he would ignore If it were anyone but you.
Entering a pristine living room you quickly found an older lady Imp, the woman hooked up to a breathing tank.
A rare sight for sure, as most Imps couldn't afford such medical attention, so she was clearly someone of note.
She was clearly very old, skin more then wrinkled and her hair an almost silvery white.
Walking up to her, you kneeled down and striker instantly snapped to attention when you said warmly, "Hi Mum."
The Cowboy just watched for a bit, listening as you and your mother had a little reunion, a touching heart to heart.
You pulled striker into the interaction when you waved him over, introducing him as your S/O.
Striker did his absolute best to charm your mother, paying your mother the utmost respect. The Imp keeping his composure as you stared at him, calculating eyes watching for the slightest hiccup.
But he did well, even when asked how you met, he pulled you into the conversation, allowing you to take charge. And when talking about what you did, the look you gave him was more then enough for him to be vague, telling her you were a big deal on Pride.
Your mother seemed happy at that, telling him she always knew you'd be something special.
Striker just looked at you, a knowing smile across his face, 'If you only knew' he thought.
You quickly took the old bird outside, the Imp now noticing the walkways along the road that seemed just perfect for a wheelchair.
He found the town even larger then he'd initially thought, the Imp only realising just how populated the little town was.
You quickly entered the town hall to find a flurry of movement, it was a veritable festival.
Streamers, ribbons, and great big banner that said 'Fall Festival', and it all made sense.
It was a seasonal festival.
And given how casual and routine it seemed for you, you likely attended every year.
The next few hours were spent wheeling your mother about, chatting with Imps that seemed to know you, Striker being his charming self when introduced.
After you did the rounds, and set your mother by her friends, the older ladies all fawning over you and Striker.
Eventually you went to the side, you holding Striker as you stared at the happy gathering.
As you did, you explained that when you were young, this festival had been the only real fun your town ever had.
Your home used to be a thriving town but had steadily declined, turning from the beautiful place your mother grew up, into a veritable ghost town.
So when you rose to power, one of the first thing you did was come back here and rebuild the place from the ground up.
Just how your mother remembered it.
And so, every year you held the festival, for your mother, she deserved to relive the beauty of her youth.
After this exposition, you had him follow you, you quickly walking to the edge of town where the old Imp from before was waiting, a small bouquet of flowers.
Taking the flowers, thanked him entering the graveyard.
Striker quickly removed his hat, following after you faithfully.
You came across 5 small graves, only two of them having a name.
"My brothers and sisters." You told him somberly.
There was a long pause, Realisation feeling like a stab to the heart. He apologised, placing a hand on your shoulder.
You kneeled down, an act you rarely did, and placed a flower on each of them.
You stood up, retreaving your flask, making a sombre toast before taking a long swig.
Striker knew what that meant.
That meant you didn't want to talk about it.
So, coming up besides you, he pulled you close, kissing you cheek as he gently thanked you. Thanking you for letting him in like this, he knew it couldn't be easy.
Holding his hand, you just shared a sombre, but tender moment, the two of you sharing it for a while longer before you turned, leaving the graveyard.
The rest of the festival was rather pleasant.
You didn't get involved for the most part, just watching the festivities, spending some time with your mother and such.
The festival spanned 3 days, you showing striker about during the mornings, telling him about your childhood and just spending time with him.
And while normally, you wouldnt join the festivities. By the end you usually would get a little involved, you and Striker partaking in some of the festival games.
By the end of the three days, you gave your mother all of your love before you left.
Getting into the car, you pulled him close, giving him a deep kiss, breaking it and telling him you loved him.
Striker just smiled, telling you warmly, 'I know.'
Blitzø
Your relationship had effectively returned to normal since the 'Birthday Incident', as you liked to called it.
But since then, every time you saw the gift he'd left for you, it would leave a bad taste in your mouth.
Yes he had broken the rules, but only because you hadn't told him the truth. It was a murky situation.
So, you decided to do something about it.
After dinner, you took him to the side, telling him you were going somewhere important and wanted you him to come with you.
Of course, he agreed without a moments hesitation, asking where you were going. An answer you left vague at best.
The two of you did little preparation, as most of it was already done by the help. And with that, the two of you loaded into the cars, and went on the road.
You always kept Blitzø entertained with something or other, usually a film played on one of the cars little TV'S.
Spirit was his favourite, but anything with horses tended to work.
It was a timely trip, the cars pulling into a humble, yet abnormally clean little town on Wrath. Blitzø couldn't help but feel like the whole place didn't belong on Wrath. Or Hell for that matter.
The armed Imps walking about were a surprise, each of them giving you a familiar nod. The Imp quickly figuring out they all worked for you.
You quickly approached a particularly well tended house, an old Imp holding a shotgun rocking on the front porch.
You and the old timer had some back and forth, Blitzø jaw hitting the floor when he called you by your childhood nickname, something you didn't even let him call you.
And he was even more surprised when you just smiled, rolling your eyes.
He didn't say anything as you went inside, the Imp already making sure he was clean and tidy, wiping his feet.
But you still checked him regardless, telling him to watch what he said. And telling him in that, 'Don't fuck it up' tone you used quite a lot with him.
So, turning about, you entered a pleasant little room where He found a little old lady, sitting in a wheelchair, air tube across her nose.
He almost had a heart attack when you called her mum. Barely keeping it together when you introduced him as your S/O.
He was shaky at first, but after taking a moment to compose himself, he was back to his usual charming self, eagerly chatting with your mother.
You seemed to watch him with almost loving eyes, it actiuall taking him a few moments to realise what the look was, as seeing you so openly loving was a rare sight.
Eventually you left the quaint little house, wheeling your mother down the beautifully cleaned streets.
A rare sight on any ring of Hell.
Heading to the Town Hall, you found a great big festival going on, Blitzø quickly getting excited.
Blitzø got right into the festival, he even found himself a cowboy hat.
And of course, you stuck to the sidelines, although as much as you resisted, the Imp would manage to pull you into the festivities, Blitzø never knew you could dance like that.
You danced, ate, shot targets games. They even had a pony.
Needless to say, Blitzø almost had a fit.
Eventually, as it was getting dark, you led him away from the festivities, telling him it was important. And you didn't say something was important, unless it really was important.
You took him to a little hill out of town, the old timer from before waiting in front of the small graveyard, bouquet in hand.
Taking the flowers you exchanged a silent nod, entering the graveyard like it were a unholy sight.
He followed you until you reached the 5 child graves, you telling him they were your siblings.
You told him the town used to thrive when you were young, but like everything in Hell, it went rotten.
The town went to Hell, disease and famine ravage the populous.
All the while your mother did her best to care for you even as you lost your siblings.
You stood there in silence for a long while after telling him that. Blitzø completely unsure of what to do.
You were the dominant partner. You always knew what to do, what to say. He wasn't used to having to think for himself.
So he did the only thing he could.
He hugged you, telling you he was so sorry.
The two of you just stood there, wrapped in each others arms. You leaning on him, literally and figuratively, this being the first time in your relationship that he had to be the stronger partner.
But after a few moments you pulled back, seeming to be back toy your normal self.
Placing a flower on each grave, you curled your hand into his, something you only did during the more intimate moments of your relationship.
You didn't go back to the festival until much later that night, the two of you curling up on the Graveyards fence, sharing your flask as you pointed out each place of note, telling him some of the more joyful moments of your childhood. Telling him what life was like when you were young.
You and Blitzø spent lots of time about town, often with your Mother. Blitzø and the old bird seeming to get along quite nicely, having a similar crass nature, although for very different reasons.
But eventually you had to get back.
So, telling your mother a heart felt goodbye, you and Blitzø did the rounds one last time, visiting the notable parts of your home town.
Of course, letting Blitzø visit the Pony one more time.
Loading up the cars, Blitzø climbing in, finding you hesitating, looking back at the town you'd rebuilt.
Calling out to you, you turned to him, a gentle smile crossed your lips. Seeing him, well, it made it so much easier then times before.
You drove away from the town, Blitzø assuring you, you'd be back, and in mean time, you had him.
The two of you curled up, your relationship feeling stronger then ever.
Moxxie
Moxxie was still somewhat anxious around you.
While you'd effectively assure him you weren't mad about the incident. He still felt awful for having disobeyed you like that and constantly felt anxious around you.
He was a good boy and always had been. And it was easy with you, the Imp felt right obeying you. It felt right.
And the Imp was desperate to get that feeling back. Getting back to normality.
So, when you approached him, telling him you were going to be taking a trip and wanted him to accompany you, he jumped at the chance, hoping for things to go back to normal.
The trip was quick, the Imp curling up to you and was quite happy when you pulled him close, holding him for the rest of the trip.
He was shaken awake, realising he must have fallen asleep curled up with you. Not at all a rare event.
He found himself in a beautiful little town, and walking through it, he quickly found many of the Imps had a familiar look.
They all worked for you.
That wasn't surprising.
What was surprising was when an old timer called you your childhood nickname, something he only knew because you told him as much during one of his breakdowns.
He'd had many of them in the earlier days, Moxxie had a lot of doubts and issues you had to tear down in order to build him back up better.
But you'd just smiled, having a short back and forth before heading inside, the Imp racing after you.
Moxxie quickly cleaned his feet, removing his coat before you checked him over, making sure he was presentable.
Giving him a little smile you took his hand in your own and lead him into a delightful, spacious living room.
Releasing his hand, you walked over to a little old lady in a wheelchair, a breathing tube visible across her upper lip.
He almost had a heart attack when you called her mum, the little him anxiously standing at attention, this being the last thing he had expected.
He felt a warmth bloom in his chest when you introduced him as your S/O, the Imp anxiously introducing himself again. Your Mother fawned over the little Imp, Moxxie blushing when she called him adorable.
You spent a little time together, catching up before you left the house, pushing your mother down the street.
Moxxie found the town a delight, amazed at the gathering at the town Hall, it was all so lively. So fun.
And even more amazing was to see how casually people treated you, particularly the older Imps, hugging you and such, using your childhood nickname like it were normal.
It was uncanny for him.
The two of you spent the next few hours at the festival. And although you stayed close, you allowed him to have his fun, winning him a humble cowboy hat, one he wore for the rest of the festival.
He even got to play guitar for a little, the whole town loving his abilities, which made him break into an adorably timid blush.
And as much fun as you were having, when it began to get dark, you quietly led him to a graveyard, the older Imp waiting outside.
You came to a set of graves, each of them too small to be an adult.
"My brothers and sisters... none of them made it past 10... I was the only one to make it." You told him somberly, placing a flower on each of them.
Standing back up you said nothing, staring as you did when you had nothing to say.
Moxxie, perpetually the tongue tied was alittle emotional, coming up and hugging you, surprised when you picked him up, holding him to your chest as you had a rare moment of emotion.
The Imp just curled up to you, an odd sense of gratitude to you for letting him be there for you.
The next few day went by fast, you had some more fun at the festival before work called you back.
Sitting in your car, the little thespian felt your connection to be even stronger then before, a newfound intimacy bubbling between you and the Imp feeling he was still a good boy.
Collin
The birthday incident was the only hiccup your relationship had ever had, although you'd hardly call it a hiccup.
Regardless, the little sheep was quite happy it hadn't affected your relationship. The fallen Angel still your beloved pet.
And one day, not too long after the incident, you told him simply you would be going for a trip together, the sheep happily agreeing.
It was a surprisingly short trip for the sheep, although the world always seemed to move faster when he was curled up on your lap, your running your hands down his back, the sheep likely drifting in and out of conciousness.
He found himself in an beautiful little town, you carrying him down beautifully paved street with perfectly groomed lawns.
His musings Eventually led you to enter a humble home, passing a rather scary old Imp with a shotgun before you brought him into a beautiful little home.
Placing him down, you cleaned your feet then checked him over, making sure he was well groomed.
He was quite surprised however, when you introduced him to your Mother, your Mother being an older lady, clearly on canisters air.
She utterly fawned over him, the Sheep meekly enjoying the praise and attention your mother was giving him.
You all travelled to the town hall together, the sheep curled up in your Mother's lap as you walked down the increadibly clean and tidy streets.
The town hall was amassed with activity, the sheep quickly caught up in the festivities.
And while he certainly had fun, he noticed you were sat off to the side, seemingly content with watching.
So the sheep quickly scampering off to you, curling up into your lap. Always wanting to be with you whenever he could.
Eventually, when it was getting dark, you took him to the side, gently leading him away from the town Hall.
You didn't speak, something he quickly found to be an indicator he should follow your example.
You led him to a graveyard, the scary old Imp from before waiting for you, a small bouquet in hand.
Taking them, you led him into the graveyard, quickly leading him to a set of graveyards.
You sat down, pulling him onto your lap before telling him, "These were my siblings... they didn't make it. It was difficult, seeing them suffer, before dying like that."
"That's why I do this festival. Even when we were ravaged by famines and plagues, this was the only thing that kept us going."
"This was my home. Where I grew up and The first major project I carried out. Well, other then taking Imp City that is." You told him, your mood seeming to lighted for just a moment. "My mother suffered for me, so the least I can do is give her a place she can live in peace."
Collin became quite emotional, unable to speak, so instead choosing to just curl up against you, tearfully thanking you for trusting him with this. You just holding the sheep close.
You just smiled, not an unusual sight, but the sheep always loved your smile. It meant there was something good in the world.
The next few days were a pleasant break for both of you, the sheep never having seen you in 'relaxation mode' for more then a few hours at a time.
And all the while, you had your little fallen angel close, making sure you knew exactly how much you loved him. Something the little lamb couldn't help but find all too intoxicating.
I think Tumblr are my request so here I go again. Headcannons for Husk, Angel, Stolas, and Collin with an s/o who's body is an instrument, they're body can actually make music. They just walk into s/o's room one day while they vibe to music on the bed. They ask where the music is coming from, but when s/o actually focusses on them, the music stops. "I'm sorry, what did you say?" Cue awkward conversation about musical body.
⤷notes: it looks like it did... but no worries, I got it this time ! hope you like and thank you for your patience, babe !
⤷warnings/tw: mentions of drinking
Husk
° It actually took Husk a long time to notice that the music was coming from you.
° In his defense, it even took him a long time to even hear the music.
° (he thought it was just a hallucination from his drinking...)
° It did sound very pretty though!
° His head was absolutely spinning one particular evening when he decided to stumble into your room.
° He couldn’t really even process the pretty, airy melody that was literally seeping through your pores, but he didn’t really care at the moment.
° Before he knew it, his head was resting peacefully in your lap and every little vibration and note that came from your figure helped soothe the splitting headache he was experiencing.
° He’ll most certainly end up asking about just where that music was coming from once his hangover starts to subside sometime tomorrow.
A. Dust
° Angel Dust was most certainly a music enthusiast.
° He loved listening to just about anything that had a good beat. Especially while he was at clubs, but this particular song seemed much different.
° There didn’t seem to be a bass that shook through the ground and made the walls begin to tremble. But there was something that it did have in common with the music he’d hear at the club.
° He couldn’t seem to figure out just where it was coming from.
° So that’s why, if anyone had asked, he was currently wandering through the halls of the hotel, listening to the highs and the lows of that mysteriously pretty melody as he scaled stairwells and cross halls. It wasn’t until he found himself in front of your door that he believed he discovered the source.
° Even as your door creaked open just enough for Angel to poke his head through, you were still completely enamored in the sweet tunes that seemed to fill your room. The sound was so... complex yet comforting... Angel could’ve sworn the song was coming from your phone before he spotted it across the room, charging on your dresser.
° “Are you....?” he started, making you jump just a bit as he caught your attention. “Are you doing that?”
° “That was the prettiest thing I’ve ever heard... do it again.”
Stolas
° Stolas most certainly thinks of himself as a classical music enthusiast, but this particular song didn’t sound like his usual ballads.
° He couldn’t help but be mesmerized by it, gently swaying his head from side to side, humming the tune he could hear under his breath. It was strangely... freeing.
° He knew that you had a rather similar habit to his daughter Octavia by putting in your ear buds once in a while and feigning ignorance to the rest of the world. This must’ve been one of your songs.
° That was when he found you lounging upon one of his many chaise lounges that decorated his Billiard Room.
° “Pardon me for interrupting, my dear, but where is that music coming from?”
° Your eyes met with his the moment you heard his voice, and the music stopped almost instantly. Unfortunately, the silence caused a somewhat awkward few moments to occur between the two of you before Stolas realized just where (or who) the music was coming from.
° “Was that you? How did you do that?” Stolas honestly seemed more like a curious kid asking an innocent question than someone who just discovered their s/o’s body could literally make music.
° “Well, uh... you see... how about you sit down for this one?😅”
Collin
° Collin was quite used to hearing heavenly music. Literally. But this was something different.
° He knew it wasn’t the usual heavenly choir from the moment he first started hearing the songs, but he just couldn’t figure out where it was coming from.
° However, he did start noticing how you’d almost... making little sounds whenever you were extremely happy or feeling melancholy. He loved the little chime that almost seemed to ring throughout his chest whenever you laughed. He always thought he was just hearing things because his little mind simply couldn’t comprehend your beauty but...
° “Are you actually an angel?” Collin’s voice pipes up through the gentle melody that filled your room, making you take out your ear buds to hear him clearly.
° “What was that?”
° But Collin only continued to stared at you in awe.
° “That was so pretty. How did you do that?”
° “Ah, well... actually it was... me? If that makes sense. My, uh, body can... make music-”
° His eyes still shimmered with awe as you tried your best to explain and you were relieved to see that none of this seemed... odd to him in the slightest. Hmm... maybe you really had found the one.
Summary : Maybe you were destined to fall apart, maybe all you needed was a little push. Maybe all you could ever do was love him.
Warnings : bad and extensive writing, a bit of angst, swearing, mentions of blood, death, sensual dancing, weed and alcohol.
Word count : 5,058
A/N : so uhhh I haven't actually written anything in forever (2 years in fact- so bear with me), but the idea came into my head and I ran with it till it fell apart. This is inspired by Faouzia's song Minefields (Reader fem voice ver / Reader male voice ver).
Disclaimer: This written character is probably not 100% true to canon Collin and that's okay.
Excitement filled your stride as you walked towards the corner of the street you were on. It was oddly quiet, perhaps due to the changes in demographics that were hitting the city. The silence was truthfully not what anyone, who grew up here, was used to.
You couldn't be bothered to let your mind drift onto that, however. Your years of hard work paid off and you couldn't wait to share the news with your lover, so much so that you were fighting off the urge to run towards the club.
'What would I say?' you wondered, biting your lip as you looked up at the apartments on top of the random stores littering the sidewalk. You were carrying exciting news, definitely, but it came at a cost. A cost of certainty within your relationship. You trusted him, but nothing was ever granted, not with the physical distance that was awaiting the two of you.
Pushing your worries to the side as you turned the corner, you smiled as the club came into view ahead. You could already see Miles sitting, smoking a cigarette as Collin, the love of your life, let someone inside. A huge smile plastered on his face.
You smiled even wider as Collin turned to talk to Miles, you were almost there and yet, Collin still didn't notice you.
It had been this moment that changed everything for both of you.
Your footsteps slowed as you saw a person with a scorpion bowl walk outside.
It was a famous drink around these parts, almost just as famous as the rules that drinking wasn't allowed outside the club itself.
Collin was the second to react, your stomach was the first. It twisted into a knot as your heart climbed out of your chest to escape via the mouth, getting stuck in your throat. You did not want to see what was about to happen when the man started being a little aggressive.
Instinctively, you wrapped your arms tighter around your stomach as you watched, crumpling the letter ever so slightly.
There before you, everything went to hell in a matter of seconds and you watched as Collin and Miles beat a man, that was clearly not from around here, smiles on their faces as the man choked on blood.
Neither of them noticed you, despite how close you were to the scene.
The anxiety travelled through you, reaching your hands and causing a slight tremble.
It happened so quickly, sirens rang through the street and Collin got up, shaking the flames from his arm. Miles gave more kicks to the man as you and Collin locked eyes, he noticed you now, but it was too late with the man unconscious at his feet. Tears welled and you couldn't help but choke as a sob left your mouth, regret welled in his wide ones.
Before you could say anything, the cops had gotten out of their cars and grabbed Collin, cuffing him. Miles started screaming at the cops, but Collin could only look at you. Suddenly, he was stripped of his infamous vocabulary, fights were something that happened so regularly without consequence that he didn't know what to think the one time that it did have one. He watched as you turned around and walked away, his feet following you instinctively.
The noises surrounding him muffled, the only thing he was able to hear was his breath struggling out of his lungs. The police officers pulled him back, triggering the implications to dawn on him, his life came to ruins in a matter of minutes and he wondered if being labelled as a man was worth losing you.
You had called him only once while he was in prison, this was maybe a month after his sentence.
It was the day you were leaving for New York.
You had told him about the letter, being accepted to your dream school, and that you were leaving.
'You couldn't have told this to me in person?' he questioned, pitch in his voice rising as he tried to keep his disappointment to himself. He was excited and was smiling despite not being able to see you as you shared the news. You almost burst into tears, he didn't know that you tried, but fate had other plans that day.
'Also, I don't-' You've practised saying this a billion times, yet somehow the words couldn't leave your mouth. This was hardly an easy thing to tell him. You leaned against the wall and wiped your forehead. You looked at the last boxes, standing in the entryway of your parents' house.
He gulped at the atmosphere changing, before asking you what you wanted to tell him.
Inhaling a deep breath you played with the rings on your fingers, one of them, in particular, catching your attention. It was the one he gave to you, he bought it at one of the local stores and used it to make a promise to you. You remembered the way he gently kissed it after putting it on your finger, "as a way to seal the promise".
'I don't want you to wait for me.'
Those weren't the words that you practised. Your friends wanted you to lie to him, they opted that if you told him that his love was one-sided, it would be easier to move on for both of you.
But you couldn't do it. It simply wasn't true and you felt like you'd rather fall off of the earth than have to tell him that you didn't love him. You did, more than anything.
However, after that night, you realised that being with him was like navigating a minefield. You knew all the potential he had, he was probably the smartest man you knew, but in the company of Miles, he just seemed to be a completely different person and always at risk of death.
It was quiet on the other side of the line.
'You're so much more than this Collin' and with that, you put down the phone.
To say you didn't cry the whole way to New York would've been a lie. It was the worst thing you have had to do and perhaps you didn't handle it as you should've.
A year and a half later, you were the talk of the town, Miles being the front-runner. He, in contrast to everyone else, slandered you every chance he got, telling people you were disloyal and a New York stuck-up by now. He definitely did not want you to represent what it meant to be from the bay.
It annoyed Collin, but all he did about it, was use the opportunity to insult Miles in return.
His friend wasn't aware, but he was still hurting and would lie awake most nights, he kept going back to that night. He made mental lists on lists of what he would give up to change everything.
The first time he heard your voice since that phone call was an accident by all accounts.
Ashley was simply watching a video in the kitchen. You had sent her the clip you made for one of your finals, it was of you dancing to an original song, and she happened to watch it at the moment Collin was coming through the door. No one could ever have guessed that such a mundane thing, such as a video clip, could send his recovering heart back to the hell that was square one.
He never could mistake your voice and as if he was under Medusa's spell, he turned to stone in the moment. He couldn't bring himself to walk any closer or, to lack of better judgement, walk away.
He wanted to take in everything that was the song, but somehow it turned to background noise as he imagined what it would've been like if you were still in his life.
"Ah, Ash turn that shit down!" Miles' voice came from behind him, the click of the door following. The song stopped, grounding Collin in the moment before he spoke up again, loud enough for Ashley to hear.
"You can still be friends with them, they're like actually a really good person, " his hands instinctively dug into his pockets before he followed Miles to wherever he was heading inside the small space.
"Prancing bitch is what they are!" Miles sat down on the couch. "Babe, delete their number and stop following them on social medias."
Collin rolled his eyes before sitting down as well. His mind started to decipher the lyric, wondering what it meant to him.
Ashley came from the kitchen, telling Miles about meatfest and how she would have to get some meat for some dish she needs to make. Collin wasn't listening.
Unbeknownst to the couple, who was busy talking amongst themselves about meatfest, Collin's mind had started to drift even further away. It started with you and ended up with how he'd change his life because suddenly your final words dawned on him.
"You are better than this Collin."
He never knew how you saw what you saw in him. You always expected something of him that no one else did. Part of why he fell in love with you is that you hardly praised him for things, which wasn't at the cost of being supportive, your reactions to his accomplishments was always along the lines of 'I already knew that you could do it'.
It felt good to have someone who believed in him, and it never failed to put him in the clouds, but sometimes he surprised even you. Above all the things he did, it was his poems that got to you more often than not. He smiled when he remembered that he once dreamed of being a poet after seeing the way his words were able to touch you. His Oakland pride couldn't have been any higher every time you would compliment his wordplay. It resulted in his pride laying in his vocabulary, until it didn't.
He shook his head, trying to get the night out of his mind. He realised that, for once, he was bored at Miles' house.
He decided to go home early that day, getting an earful from Miles and defence from Ashley all at once, he ignored both.
Meatfest came up quick, Collin got a pass on making a dish because his mother was the host this time and he did help, by getting the meat from the store and basting it long enough before he left for a short shift at his job.
The last thing he expected to see when he returned, around the time the sun was setting, was you.
You sat there, laughing and smiling among people he considered family.
It was as if you never left.
He stood there for ten minutes, and still, you did not notice him. He listened to you laugh and suddenly the breath in his lungs felt different and new. He looked you up and down, more times than he can count. You changed so much, yet not at all.
He wished that he had the words to speak to you.
"You should probably get changed," His mother advised, watching you too. He nodded in acknowledgement but she wasn't sure if he was listening.
"Five more minutes," He mumbled, watching as you got up and walked towards the people who called you over from the back of the yard.
His mother walked away, telling him that you would not disappear before he came back.
For the longest time, all he saw every time he closed his eyes was you crying. It had hurt him time and time again, but there you were- smiling, and he wanted to soak up every minute of it, in case he never got the chance to see it again.
As promised, before you saw him, he turned to go clean himself up. He took extra care while picking out his outfit, he didn't want you to know that he already knew you were here but he still wanted to look good enough to be at your side if you gave him the chance. He also took the time to mentally prepare himself, deciding if he should rather avoid you, in case you didn't want to see him, or going straight towards you and saying everything that he held within for the past year and a half.
When he was done, it was already dark outside. He could smell the meat being grilled, felt the house vibrate slightly from how loud the music was and could slightly hear the chatter amongst the community as he approached the back door.
This time when he stepped through the doorframe, you made eye contact with him. Needless to say, it was unexpected and his only defence against the bubbling anxiousness, was for his hand to rest on his chest as a means to calm him down.
However, as quickly as you looked at him, you looked away, at Ashley.
The action made him feel lost about what he should do. A million questions caught up to him in a record time and in response, his feet slowly carried him towards you. Clearly, his decision was made for him regardless.
He ignored everyone else that wanted his attention, he had a sudden determination. You were there, you looked like a dream and he wasn't about to let anyone else have you.
Except that just as he thought he's in the clear- Miles had to get in the way.
"Man, I do not have the time," Collin groaned, throwing his hands up in frustration.
"They're a disloyal motherfucker. They did not even visit you once!!" Miles protested.
"They called me," Collin tapped him on the chest with the back of his hand.
"Oh, how gracious of them," Miles made a disgusted face. Then he went on to explain how he went to visit him twice a week for a year and they couldn't even break up with him in person.
"Bruh, they do not owe me that!" Collin argued. "They do not owe me anything."
At least, he never could think that you did. You did so much for him in ways people beyond himself wouldn't understand.
Miles was about to argue further but Collin pushed past him.
You were his goal.
And perhaps quicker than he was prepared for, he accidentally interrupted your conversation with Ashley. He didn't mean to if he was being honest, but Ashley excused herself when she saw Miles walking towards Collin with a look in his eye that could only mean trouble.
"Can..." He trailed off, unaware of what Ashley left for. Was it the right thing to do? Did he even deserve to be seated next to you? To speak with you?
"You may sit," You smiled at him, the way your cheeks turned upright reminded him of a kindness he has forgotten existed in the world.
He sat down hesitantly, on the edge of the outdoor couch but still next to you. His heart was drumming a steady beat against his chest.
Seeing you up close took him back to the first day off of probation, when he was on the brink of no return. It was you that grounded him. Was it appropriate to thank you? Perhaps he shouldn't mention the moment. He couldn't even look you in the eye. He was afraid this was his only chance and he didn't want to mess it up.
"I have so much to say, yet I can't find the words.." He started saying softly as you stared at him. "Perhaps I should've got my thoughts together first, but I missed you so much..."
You watched silently as he thought about his next verse.
"... I didn't even take my nerves into account, never could put it into an amount."
And with that, he went quiet as he looked at his hands that were fumbling in his lap.
"You look like you're doing well," You mentioned to him, drumming your finger against your drink's cup. He didn't react much, so you continued with a joke. "I see you have that stupid grill out of your mouth."
You knocked him slightly with your shoulder, he giggled as he instantly relaxed. You always hated the thing and before it became something he took seriously, he had only kept it in to annoy you.
"And you still have the braids," You looked to the top of his head. "They look good."
"You look good," He said in return, scoffing slightly at himself. He wiped his hands on his pants.
Now you weren't sure to say, but you opted to tell him about how you landed an invite to meatfest.
"Ashley said you wouldn't have the guts to ask me yourself," You mentioned. "And we both know the entry requirements is meat and a romantic partner."
"Yeah, yeah... Wouldn't want to miss out on the meat." He smiled as he talked, clearly poking fun at you.
You bit your lip, you had so many things to say but at the same time, nothing at all. You had heard so much about him from Ashley and you were so proud of how far he came, but you couldn't forget. You have never experienced such fear as when the cops pulled up, you couldn't help but think about what could've happened. What would have become of you and the love you kept for him if the police misread him that night?
"Do you want a drink?" you asked him, tilting your cup towards him.
"Ah, no. I'm good." He nodded, Ashley did mention that he didn't really seem interested in drinks and weed anymore. And since a few weeks ago, he started drinking some weird green juice that he got from the corner store.
"So, you only drink that green juice these days?" You raised an eyebrow at him. He got a confused look on his face, his mouth started opening in closing before he settled on humming.
His eyes flicked over to Ashley, who was arguing with Miles. It was always something for Collin to see how different Miles reacted to things when Ashley was in the picture. He laughed to himself. This got your attention.
"Penny for your thoughts?" You asked, resting your chin in your hand as you looked over at him.
He pointed to the couple. "Me and Miles, we act so tough, but at the end of the day... we're just fools in love."
His words made your stomach churn. Never would you have thought that even after everything, he would be here, admitting that he still loved you- as it was the most obvious thing in the world.
You chose to ignore it. You were too unsure if it was something you wanted him to say. On one hand, you did love him too. You could never not love him, it was impossible. On the other hand, you had to consider if the relationship was something that would be good for either of you.
He noticed your mind racing, it was the way your bottom lip found itself between your teeth that gave it away.
"Do you want to dance?" was his solution. You giggled as you got pulled from your serious thoughts, remembering how the two of you could dance anywhere, at any time. Your mind drifted back to when you were on a bridge, walking home after a late-night date. He was so happy, smiling the whole time as you were holding hands.
You made a sound when he suddenly twirled you, although you couldn't remember what the noise exactly was. He pulled you back into his body and you were laughing, more than you ever have with someone else. He started swaying you both, and you quickly fell into his rhythm. You spent maybe fifteen minutes, dancing on the bridge and holding each other.
It was a fairytale.
"You used to say you can't dance," You placed your cup down.
"I'd do just about anything to spend time with you," He said softly and you could've sworn you saw him blush slightly.
He stood up first and reached his hand out to you, which you gladly took. He led you to the dance floor, getting looks from others that have already tried their luck with you and have already ultimately failed.
You knew he wouldn't want to be in the centre of the dance floor, which is why you had stopped somewhere on the edges. A lot of other dancing couples were surrounding you still, but they seemed too focused on each other to give you a second glance.
He took the hand that was holding yours and placed it on his chest before he carefully and slowly put his arms around your waist, studying you to see if you were comfortable with his current actions. You simply slid your hands up his body, making the skin under tingle, before you let it rest behind his neck.
Before you could properly dance to the song that was already playing, it changed to a different song, with a different mood. Collin was unsure what to do, perhaps he should ask you again later when a less sensual song played, but his breath hitched in his throat as you turned around, back facing him. He released you for a second, only to intertwine your hands with his, his on top of yours. He then wrapped your joined arms around your stomach.
You continued to dance, a little more intimately as the song had suggested. You leaned your head on his chest, in response he lowered his head and rested his chin on your head. Just like old times.
And just like old times, it felt right.
"Are we supposed to do this? Is this the right thing to do?" You asked him, looking at how Ash and Miles were also dancing together.
"I don't know... But... This is... nice," he admitted. You had to agree, but you still felt weary. You didn't want to offend him, nor lead him on by you being here and dancing with him. Were you being selfish? Or were you simply going after what you both wanted?
You caught the eye of Miles, he was burning holes into you and for a second you were reminded that underneath all that was his exterior, Miles was also just a human. He cared about Collin, in his own way.
The song changed again, a slow and romantic song. Collin let you go, giving you the chance to turn around again. Once again, you wrapped your arms around his neck and his found their way back to your waist.
You couldn't help but notice the twinkle in his eye. He was looking at you like he has never seen you before.
"I never meant to hurt you," You told him wholeheartedly before turning your head to the side and resting it against his chest.
"And I never meant to lose you," His voice was soft, even more than usual. His thumb started stroking your back as you continued to sway.
The more you talked to him, the more you realised where you both were heading. You remained quiet for a moment, trying to scrape your thoughts together.
"Collin," You called him, lifting your head to look into his eyes.
As soon as your eyes met his properly for the first time tonight, he already knew it was over for him. He never knew his name could sound like that, nor did he think that it was possible to feel as elated as he did in the moment he saw your eyes up close once again. Or perhaps he just forgot about both.
He wondered how he ever let Miles convince him that, within time, he would be able to move on from you. He must've been an idiot.
If only he knew that you were having the same thoughts, your friends tried to convince you of the same, and you too felt like an idiot for trying to believe them.
Seeing that you were struggling with the words, he moved his hands to caress your arms in an attempt to bring you comfort.
Just as you were about to speak, you heard a familiar piano melody play. You started to blush, catching Collin off guard.
You looked to the side as the intro played, biting your lip.
He recognised your voice instantly. Somehow, till this moment, he still hadn't heard the song. All he knew is that he wanted to hear what you had to say, so to bring your attention back to him, he rested his forehead against yours.
And with that, you danced together to the song in which you were accidentally on purpose vulnerable. He closed his eyes and soaked up every word, and in return, you stared at him in an attempt to decipher his thoughts.
The song was so obviously about him that you kind of felt embarrassed, but seeing how he reacted to the words made you feel a little more comfortable.
As the song progressed, you noticed how close your lips were to each other. You still haven't made up your mind on whether this was the right thing to do, yet, you found yourself wanting to kiss him and make it the right thing to do.
Meanwhile, the words you wrote gave him butterflies. His mind was running wild, competing with his heart. He was making a decision.
Just as much as you would risk everything to be with him, he would risk everything to be with you. It felt like it was obvious but still, there you both were, reasoning logic against every fibre in your bodies that was telling you to try again and again and again until you got it right.
When the song ended, he opened his eyes and led you to the front yard, in attempt to get a little bit of privacy, but not wanting you inside the house in case it was too confrontational.
You could still hear the music, it was once again a slow song. You cleared your throat slightly when you remembered that Ashley mentioned that she was the one who put the playlist together. You couldn't help but think she had a hidden agenda planned for this evening.
Collin let go of your hand and put some distance between the two of you. He paced for a second before he faced you again.
"When you look at me.." He started to question, once again his voice soft as a feather. He wasn't quiet but he was desperate. "... Do you see the fight first?"
It took you a second, you had gone through that night too many times while you were on your way here, even more, when you saw him for the first time since he got hauled away.
"No."
You couldn't have said that he wasn't surprised. He had been preparing for a yes and he was preparing to let you go, for real this time. Perhaps he should've taken it as a sign, but all he really could feel was the butterflies in his stomach.
He didn't know what to say, once again his vocabulary left him.
"I don't see the fight, no. That doesn't mean that I don't think about what could have happened. I can't tell you how many nights I lied awake, thinking about what would become of me if you had died."
Your words tugged at his heart in a way it has never before. It felt like he was experiencing a lot of firsts tonight, but he couldn't deny that he never even thought about what could've been- in that way. His thoughts had always been consumed with how much better he would have handled the situation, but he never once thought about what you felt as you saw him doing what he did.
And it broke his heart all over again.
He slowly walked up to you, he was glad that despite your words, you didn't seem too upset. He had begun to feel hope inside his chest.
"And what about the song?" He asked softly, cupping your face. "What should I make of it?"
You giggled a little bit, lightening the mood, as he recited the very line you used on him so many times before.
"It means that I am a fool, Collin Hoskins. It means that despite all the harm you put yourself in front, I still want to be close to you. It means that despite everything to prove it wrong, I still belong with you. Only you."
As you spoke, you noticed how he was leaning in with every word. As he was just a dust particle away from you, he asked you;
"May I?"
On the surface, it was a kiss he was asking for, but the underlying tones were prominent as ever. He was asking if he had a place in your future, if you would allow him to try and be what you needed and he asked if he was allowed to love you better than he did before.
Your answer was simple and without realising, your answer was all that the answer ever could've been.
You were the one to close the gap, your hands making their way to his waist to pull him closer as you tried to show him how much you missed him.
The kiss could have been compared to childhood nostalgia with how familiar it felt, but then again, this kiss was like nothing either of you had experienced before. It felt so new and refreshing.
He bit down on your bottom lip, making you squeeze his hips. He giggled into the kiss, making the kaleidoscope of butterflies in your stomach spiral out of control officially. You would need a lot of hours to come down from the high you were experiencing.
You haven't felt so happy in a long time.
"I'm so fucking helpless," he moaned as the kiss ended, you slowly opened your eyes, wanting to see him as he stood under the street lamp. He was still cupping your face and you still had his hips in your hands. His eyes were closed, the both of you were breathless, floating in bliss.
