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i-am-the-stargirl

Hi!! Can you make a Colin Gray fic where he has a crush on the reader and leaves poems in their locker and maybe some lyrics to some emo love songs, the reader doesn’t know who it is and they try to guess.

Or one where he’s the readers moms friends son (dunno if that made any sense) and they basically force you guys to hang out and he shares his interests with the reader and you listen to music together

If you do any of these thank you!!

i’m two quarters and a heart down — colin gray x reader

⋆˚࿔ your mom’s dragging you along to her friends house, but it turns out her friend has a really cute emo boy son! yay!

⋆˚࿔ tags: set in 2009, gender-neutral reader with no preference in mind while writing, alt!reader if you squint, writer really likes em dashes, no use of y/n, ~1.6k words

⋆˚࿔ a/n: we are so back baby, gonna try to get back to writing this year— also i didn’t re-read this once i finished.. there may be some formatting issues due to me copy and pasting it from docs on mobile LOL

Getting dragged along with your mom to wherever she was going was your least favorite thing ever. It made you feel like a little kid– why couldn’t you just stay home and watch TV or something? But, as always, your mom calls the final shots, so now you’re driving to a house you’ve never been to before. Apparently this other mom is a new work friend… it’s all a groan.

The house is bright and, for lack of a better word, homey. The lighting’s warm and the walls are littered with those stereotypical ‘live, laugh, love’ and ‘don’t talk to mommy until she’s had her coffee’ signs that signal a pretty insufferable family. You stand in the foyer, letting your mom walk ahead of you to greet her friend. To the right is the open living area and to the right is a staircase up to the second floor. Scanning this place just makes you even less excited to be here than you already are..

After a very awkward greeting and a failed handshake with your mom’s new friend, you plop down on the tan-beige couch and look out at the beige-tan walls. The only thing you could really do to entertain yourself now was take out your iPod and listen to some tunes, and drown out the other mom’s yapping. Something about her anti-social son who won’t come out of his room.. Whatever. Your thumb glides over the circular button of your iPod, scrolling through songs until you get to a recent favorite; Decode by Paramore. You plug in your wired headphones, crank up the volume, and let yourself zone off to the sweet sounds of Hayley Williams…

But after a couple loops of the song, you notice a flash of movement out of the corner of your eye. You mostly notice it because it’s out of place in the almond-colored decor– the movement’s a black smudge in your peripherals. When your eyes flash over to spot what it was, you spot him.

A boy– seemingly your age, who’s peeking down the staircase and doesn’t look like he belongs here. His black, side-cut fringe nearly covers one of his grey-blue eyes that are framed by day-old eyeliner. He’s in a black band tee with a logo that you can’t read, which tells you it’s probably a heavy metal band. He’s in black, patterned pajama pants, and he’s… looking straight at you. When he notices that you’ve spotted him, he almost jumps and rushes back upstairs. This must be the.. anti social son. You adjust in your seat, sitting up a bit straighter and fiddling with your hair. If you knew there was an emo boy here, you would have dressed a little better.. Suddenly, he appears again, now a bit more dressed up. He’s in a red and black zip up hoodie over his band tee, and has put on black jeans– he seems to have teased up his hair a bit too. You take off one of your headphones

“Um, mom?” His voice is on the gentler side. “You didn’t tell me people were coming over…” His eyes snap over to you, then back at his mom. He’s fidgeting with the drawstrings hanging from his hood nervously. His mom smiles. “Oh, this is my friend’s kid! Cmon, it’s like a playdate!” Colin visibly cringes at the suggestion. “Don’t say it like that..” He grimaces, coming a bit more down the stairs– you can finally get a good look at him. You don’t realize you’re staring until he looks at you again and your gazes meet. Almost in sync, you both look down at your feet. “Um.. I’m Colin…” he starts, “...you can come upstairs, if you want.” It’s a very soft suggestion, as if he couldn’t imagine you actually accepting the offer. When you do, his eyeliner-framed eyes widen a bit. “Oh. Okay, um, just follow me.”

You get up, following him up the stairs, iPod still in hand. As he leads you up, every now and then he glances back at you– his eyes are a metal grey-blue. You almost can’t make eye contact without getting a bit flustered. He leads you into his room, and it’s exactly what you’d expect. The curtains are drawn, the light in the room coming from various warm-toned lamps and string lights. They illuminate the poster-covered walls, pictures of various emo, pop-punk, and metal band members looking over the room. His bed is slightly messy, red flannel sheets bunched up by the headboard. Colin scratches the back of his neck, he’s obviously not used to having people in his room. “Um, sit down wherever you want.” He motions to the foot of the bed. The mattress is plush as you take a seat; then, Colin notices the device in your hand. “Hey, what are you listening to?” His eyes light up with curiosity.

Normally, you’d be a little embarrassed to share your music preferences, but he seems to have good taste. “Paramore,” you admit. “Decode is, like, my favorite song right now.” With a small chuckle, Colin smiles. The movement of his lips makes you notice his piercing. “I love Paramore.” Colin replies with a shy grin. “The drummer’s insane, right?”

You perk up a bit, quickly feeling the boredom from before melt away. “Yeah, totally! And I love their heavier stuff, I wish they did more rock.”

“Do you listen to Fall Out Boy?” Colin walks to the side wall of his room, towards a record player and a shelf of vinyls.

“Sometimes,” –you look up at him,-- “why?”

“Do you want to listen to some right now..?” He holds up a vinyl sleeve. “I’ve got the vinyl for ‘From Under the Cork Tree.’” He smiles. You nod, trying to contain the excitement that's building in you. You’re sitting on a cute, shy emo boy with a good music taste’s bed and things are going well! How can you not be excited? Colin’s pale fingers work fast to put the record on the player, putting the pin down as it starts to spin. “I like this song– this one’s ‘Dance, Dance.’” He says, going to sit down next to you. Once he does, he looks at you for a moment that feels longer than it is. His eyes roam your face, going down to your neck, shoulders, and outfit. They snap back to your eyes. He looks away, tongue darting out to wet his lips and fiddle with his piercing. You can’t deny that you’re looking at his mouth..

“Did it hurt?” you blurt.

“H-Huh?” He faces you again, a bit caught off-guard.

“The piercing.” You put a finger to your own bottom lip to clarify.

“Oh.” His eyes widen. He lets out an awkward chuckle, adjusting his bangs– another nervous habit of his. “Yeah, a little. It wasn’t too bad. Healed quicker than I thought, too.”

“Cool..” You say, still looking at his lips. That only flusters him more. You notice him swallowing thickly and laugh ever so slightly. “Are you nervous?” You tilt your head at him, making straight eye contact. Like your gaze burns, he looks away and adjusts in his seat. The intensifying music doesn’t relieve the tension either.

He wipes his hands on his knees. “A little,” he admits, the corner of his mouth quirking up in a shy smile. “I don’t really… talk to people like this outside my little friend group. I just think we’re, er, clicking together well.” You notice he talks with his hands a lot. Even when he’s chipping at his black nail polish or playing with his hair, it reveals whatever feeling he’s trying to hide. Against your instincts, you grab one of his hands and put it on the mattress between you two, keeping your palm over his. He looks at you with wide puppy eyes. “Well,” you reply, “I think you’re doing pretty good at talking.” You joke a bit. Letting the comment soak for a bit, you pull away. You almost think you see his eyebrows point up in the middle, like he’s wishing you kept your hand there. “This song’s good.” Thank god you change the subject; Colin thinks that if you looked at him with those eyes any longer, he would have spontaneously combusted.

You don’t know how long you two are there– time seems to slow down as conversation flows, as you talk about everything from music to school to style to love.. You notice a lot of things about Colin. His strictly silver jewelry, the light brown color poking out at the roots of his hair, and all of his clothes and decor being either black red or purple. He notices things about you too: your preference for movies, the way you fidget when you talk about things you’re passionate about, your knack for being observant… You can’t tell if this moment has lasted a few minutes or a few hours, but halfway through the topic of movies, your mom calls you back downstairs. Silence settles over the room.

“I think I’ve gotta go..” you say, watching Colin’s face visibly drop to one that says one thing only; he doesn’t want this moment to be over. You linger by the door, also not wanting to leave… until you turn back to him. “Hand me your phone?” He does so almost immediately. Quickly typing in your number, you hand it back to him. “Call me whenever, okay?” you grin. Almost in disbelief that you enjoyed his company enough to give him your number, he nods a bit too quickly. “Totally.” He smiles.

With a small wave, you leave his room and eventually his house. On the ride home, your mom asks how it went with her new friend. Looking out the window and failing to suppress a smile, you can only say it went well.

⋆˚࿔ thank you for reading! this is an original work by @i-am-the-stargirl & my requests are open!