#kinda wanna do colin zabel next

[tea-with-evan-and-me]

no, no, we want to know 😁

Okay lmao! So basically the dream started when I was at college ( I have no f idea what was I doing there I graduated last year lol), anyway it's kinda he was there for some sort of business with the head master( He was Evan but wearing and as Colin Zabel with that cute hair cut) , when he saw me, I smiled at him, so did he. Then I walked to him he was like hey, I like your bangs ( I do have bangs btw lol ) I was like thanks, Idk why I acted like I don't know who is he while I do lmao. He asked if he can give me a ride and I accepted it , then he asked me where do I wanna go and I told him that I just wanna be with you lol he smiled to me and said "me too I like you a lot" and he puts his hand on my legs I felt his touch like it was real. we arrived to sort of place like only high buildings apartments Idk if it was like Chicago or NYC lol, once we get in he took off his jacket immediately and started kissing me while he was grabbing me from my waist. He was kissing my neck and his hands slowly going up to my chest, he was moaning so much lol Idk why he was so horny in that dream. He grabbed me from my neck while kissing me, and the other hand under my shirt, he was playing with my boobies as if he's holding a ball lmao ( I have big titis lol) than he whispered in my ear "you're so fuckin hot", then his hand was going slowly down he took my underwear off and and put his hands there OMG literally felt it asf lol. Than he pulled me again the wall and placed his d**k inside my virgina, and I was screaming cuz it hurts ( my sister told me I was groaning all time lmao) . Then he pushed me on the couch Idk why there was no bed in that dream lol and yeah I gave him a blow job, he's really good in eating a p***y y'all 👀. Then when we done he was laying down next to me he told me" would you leave the school for me if i asked you to" , and I was like what about my parents, he was like it's okay I'll propose to you so they won't have to worry about you". Then I told him I'll leave the world for you Evan. I woke up found myself distracted and wet as if I really had sex with the sexiest man alive last night 😑 damn I hate my life lol. ( Y'all sorry if you end up horny tonight).

horny hours: open

[no-mercy-bby]

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[quicksilverownsmysoul]

Tw! Vomit, deadass just imagine being drunk and colin taking care of you, making sure your okay, holding you hair back while you vomit, rubbing your back, helping you get into bed, and teasing you when your hungover in the morning

Omg yes this would be so cute! I changed it up just a little bit to add some plot and now I kinda want to a part 2 to this but anyway I hope you like it!

Oh What A Night

Summary: Colin takes care of you while you are drunk and you accidently confess to him. 

Word Count: 1600

Colin didn't expect your friends to call him. He was just getting ready to head home from the station when he got a call from an unknown number, he raised his eyebrow at it but answered it anyway. “Hello?”

“Is this Colin?” 

“Yeah who is this?” 

“This is Ari, (y/n)’s friend.” He was a little taken aback, he stopped what he was doing giving his whole attention to the person on the other end. “Can you come and get her?”

“Is she okay?” He asked, concern laced in his voice.

“Ehhhh, she’s fine just like really drunk.” Your friend shouted over the noise of the bar.

“I’m sorry but why did you call me?” 

“She asked for you.” His heart skipped a beat at hearing that. Colin had had a crush on you for a while now, you worked at the station in the records department and you two had become quick friends. He really liked you but was scared of ruining your guys friendship. 

“Okay I’ll be right there.” 

When Colin got to the bar he found you sitting at the bar surrounded by your friends. You all were a giggling mess except for one friend who had an annoyed look on her face as she watched the rest of you. He was guessing she was your guys designated guardian for the night. She saw him walk in and gave a sigh of relief motioning him over. “Hey thanks for coming, I tried to get her to come home with the rest of us but she kept saying she wanted you.” Colin nodded. 

“Okay girls.” Ari called grabbing your other friends by their hands. “Let’s go.” They all groaned as she dragged them out of the bar. 

Colin made his way to you. “Hey (y/n). 

You looked up at him, eyes squinting. “Heyyyyyy it’s you!” You giggled out. 

“Yeah it’s me.” He let out a little laugh at the way your voice slurred. “You ready to go?” 

“No I can’t go.” You gave him a lopsided smile. “I’m waiting for my friend to come and pick me up.” You had already forgotten it was Colin who was right in front of you. Colin had dealt with his fair share of drunks before so he just decided to play along in the hopes he could convince you to come home. 

‘You friend?” 

“Mhmm.” You sat up straighter in your stool. “His name is Colin Zabel and he’s the detective from the county.” He laughed at how you introduced him. 

“Is that so?”

“Yeah. He's the best detective ever!” You shouted, other people looked over at you with annoyed looks but Colin just gave you an amused one.

“Really he’s the best?”

“Uh-huh. He’s so smart and sweet and kind. And his eyes.” You let out a big sigh. “His eyes are so pretty I could get lost in them. ” He felt his face heat up at your words, he couldn't believe that you thought his eyes were pretty. He had always found them to be dull and boring himself. You rambled on giving him compliments here and there. He ate them up nodding along and turning more red with each word. Then you stopped and leaned in closer towards him. Propping your face up in your hand, he mirrored your action. “You wanna know a secret?”

“Sure.” He smiled softly at you. A part of him knew he should be trying to convince you to leave but the more selfish part of home wanted to sit here with you longer. You looked around before pulling him closer by his coat. He blushed at how close you were to him, you leaned in close to his ear. “I have a crush.” You whispered giggling. 

Colin felt his heart drop at your confession, a sick feeling overtaking his chest. That was the last thing he wanted to hear at the moment. Because as wonderful as you are if you had a crush on someone he knew it would be on someone who he could never compete with. Someone far better than him. He slowly got up and readjusted his coat. “I think we should get going.” 

“Wait!” You said reaching for him, and falling off your stool. He caught you and helped you back up, you were staring at him intently with your big doe eyes. “Don’t you wanna know who my crush is?”

“(y/n) I-”

You stopped him by placing your hand over his mouth. “Shhhh. I need to tell you my crush.” He shook his head in ano and you nodded yours. “Yes let me!” You leaned up to whisper in his ear. “I have a crush on…” You paused a fit of giggles overtaking you. He closed his eyes waiting for you to say the name of some random guy. And preparing himself for the utter desperation he would have when he heard a name that wasn't his. You started again trying to stop yourself from giggling. “I have a crush on Detective Colin Zabel from the county!” You pulled away and he looked at you with a shocked expression. 

“What?” 

“I have a crush on Colin Zabel from the county!” You said it again louder now, but right in his ear. He felt his face split in a smile. He knew it was a chance that this was just the alcohol talking but it gave him hope that maybe you really did return his feelings. He looked down at you to see you had fallen asleep on his arm. He gently shook you awake. You rubbed your eyes and yawned looking up at him. “Hey Colin! When did you get here?” You asked, he let out a sigh at your relapsed memory. 

He resisted the urge to ask you about your drunk confession and just gave you a gentle smile. “I came to take you home.”

“Okay!” 

It was a struggle to get you into your house. You kept tripping over your own feet and stopping him to make him look at some random thing you had found. After a while he decided it would be easier if he just carried you in. He picked you up bridal style and you squealed holding tightly  onto his shirt. He unlocked your door and carried you through the doorway. “Just married!” You screamed confusing his actions. You turned to face him and grabbed his face in your hands and kissed him. He stiffened in your touch but before he could react you had already jumped out of his arms. He placed a hand over his mouth still trying to process what had happened. 

When he looked back up you had disappeared. He started to panic until he saw the light illuminating from the hallway. He rounded the corner and saw you huddled over the toilet puking your stomach out. He kneeled down next to you and pulled your hair back for you, rubbing your back as you started to dry heave. You reached up to flush the toilet and clean your mouth. 

“Sorry you had to see that.” You said with a raspy voice. 

“It’s okay. I’ve spent more than my fair share of nights puking into a toilet.”

You smiled at him and moved to sit next to him on the floor. You leaned your head on his shoulder and he wrapped his arm around your shoulders. “Let’s get you to bed.” 

“No.” You said snuggling closer to him. 

“Come on you need to get to bed.” 

“But if I go to bed you’re going to leave me.” You mumbled, voice muffled by his shirt. 

“I won’t leave.” 

“Really?” You asked turning in his arms to face him. 

“Really.” he smiled and held you up. You didn’t feel like changing so you just collapsed on your bed and pulled the covers closer to your body. He moved to leave but you stopped him. “Lay with me?” 

“I can’t.” You got out of bed and went over to him. You took his hand and led him back to the bed and ladi down, motioning for him to lay down with you. You wrapped his arms around you and scooted yourself closer to his stiff form. You laid face to face, he watched as your eyes fluttered closed and you drifted into a deep slumber. 

He slowly moved your arms off him and got out of the bed. As much as he would like to lay with you he didn't feel right doing it right now. He didn't want you to wake up and wonder if he tried to take advantage of you. He closed your bedroom door and made his way back to the living room. He laid down on the couch and draped his coat over himself, he had promised you that he would stay. 

You woke up with a pounding headache, you covered yourself with your blanket trying to block the streaming sunlight. You felt yourself drifting back to sleep until you sprang up in bed the memories of last night coming back to you. You slowly got out of bed and made your way to the living room. It was empty, you let out a sign of relief last night. It must have been a dream. 

You turned to go to the kitchen and felt your heart stop. Colin was at your stove cooking up breakfast and wearing your apron. Upon seeing you he gave you a playful smile. “I see sleeping beauty is finally up. You had quite a night last night.”

[milkiane]

colin in high school and college

pairings: colin zabel x reader

warnings: mentions of food, mentions of alcohol consumption

word count: 720

note: headcanon layout inspired by @undeadcortez. requested.

i definitely think that detective colin zabel was a teacher’s pet in school. he probably does his assignments a day or two after it’s been given so that he has time to spend with you and/or his friends.

“hey colin-” you’d barge in his dorm room with the intent of hanging out with him, “are you seriously doing that right now? professor just assigned that an hour ago!”

he’d shush you and pay you little to no attention, which causes you to mope around his room while he does his work.

persuading him to either help you with your tasks or let him do it for you- which he normally doesn’t do, but would let it slide and do one or two and help you with the rest.

colin probably browsed through his school books before school even started. he would know the answer to some of the teachers’ questions and would only answer if no one else knew the answer or if he got called.

would convince you to watch sherlock holmes with him. which doesn’t normally bother you but you don’t need to watch it. every. single. movie. night.

“please, y/n? they just aired new episodes last week!” he’d urge you, the show already airplay’ed on the tv.

“colin, we just watched that last movie night,” you whined, throwing a couple of popcorn in your mouth to munch on, “it isn’t even a movie!”

“i’ll let you choose for the next two nights,” colin would promise, which both of you know is a lie.

“buy me pizza, and you’ll have a deal,”

as much as colin would spend his time studying, he would never pass the opportunity to attend parties. i don’t think he’d go overboard with drinking- would probably be tipsy and would order fruity drinks/sodas/water after his head grows fuzzy.

colin is a mix of emotional drunk, silly drunk, and clingy drunk. it all depends on the number of drinks he’s had.

although he’d attend parties, he would never get drunk when he knows he has classes the next day or important meetings to attend to.

colin would probably wear plain matte shirts or polo shirts and pants to school. he would also have the most comfortable set of sweaters and hoodies he’d let you wear.

“why don’t you ever wear these, colin?” you asked, going through his closet, your fingertips caressing the soft material.

he turned his head away from his essay to look at you, admiring as the sweater engulfed you, “ i dunno, kinda looks better on you, babe,”

he’d start to wear his sweaters with you, who’s also wearing one of his sweaters. but he would fold the sleeves up to his elbows because he gets tired of pulling them up to look at his watch.

cOFFEE STUDY DATES WITH COLIN !!! *more aggressive exclamation points*

colin would not function without his coffee, and you, but y’know.

“hey, are you free later?” he’d ask, desperately in need for coffee and more time to spend with you.

you’d rummage through your mind for possible plans, “no, why?”

“can we go grab some coffee? i have an exam i need to review for,” colin ranted, a pout on his tired face, “plus, we haven’t had a date in so long.”

he would either take you to the cafè or bring the wawa coffee to you.

colin walked through the hallways, the weight of his backpack doing nothing to ease the knot on his shoulders.

cups of coffee in hand as he tried to open the door, “hey,”

too consumed with your essay, you hummed in acknowledgment.

he lowered yours beside your binders and made himself comfortable on your bed, submerging both yourself in a quiet atmosphere and stressful schoolworks.

graduation day would probably be one of the best days of your lives. colin has officially asked you to move in with him in the apartment granted by the agency who offered him to be an intern.

moving in, colin would display your diplomas and photos together from high school to college.

he would also love you more than he already does when you buy him a detective’s starter pack.

loves that there’s a cafè five minutes away from you.

your life and future with colin is and always will be the best.

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[ttorystory]

Mare of Easttown 1x05 Fix it Fic

tv show: Mare of Easttown

pairing: Colin Zabel x Mare Sheehan

spoilers: ep 5 - Illusions

summary: No one except the bad motherf*cker gets killed because we live in a happier world where killing Evan Peter's adorable character is illegal. We can hurt him a lil' bit though. Because we like to suffer-- or at least I do. I'm so sorry. But it's for the bOnDinG reasons, you know.

warnings: shooting, blood, swearing, Colin's cute smile

word count: 1,086

A/N: OH MY GOD, IT'S HAPPENING. I've written my first ever fanfic in English. So it's like, elementary school level of English for which I apologize in advance. BUT I strongly encourage you to let me know about any and every one of my mistakes so I can fix them right away! It'll get better in the next chapters, I promise (I hope). Yes, I do plan a few more chapters. I mean, this is really just a short one, because I wanted to write an ending that episode should have had. But I wanna see Mare visiting Colin in hospital. I wanna see their second date. I wanna see Colin having the future he deserves.

Okay, so that would be all from me for now. If you decide to comment, whether in a positive or a negative way, I will be very grateful. Thank you and enjoy the fic.

“Mare.”

She turns her head towards the quiet call and glances over the table. In a pile of unwashed mugs and other garbage, there is an ashtray full of cigarette butts, and a half-empty pack.

Winstons.

This place is stinking from the very start and her suspicion is growing with every passing second.

“Zabel,” she whispers, reaching to her belt and reminding him there is nothing there, as she is officially still suspended. “No gun.”

It is a signal that it is he who has to be prepared if anything goes down with the odd guy. Her gaze follows the direction he’d gone, awaiting the music to stop. But her colleague quietly addresses her again.

“Mare.”

His hand outstretched, he is handing her his gun. Mare hesitates for a second, but there isn’t much time to discuss the topic, so she just takes it and hides it under her jacket quickly.

Besides, Mare knows it is a good move. She trusts Zabel and she knows he is capable, but he doesn’t have that much experience. God knows if he ever actually used the gun out in the field before. In some situations, it’s either you or the other man, and if you wanna survive you have to act quickly. And this situation? She has a bad fucking feeling about it.

Her intuition is proven right when only minutes later the bastard, Mr. Potts, shoots Zabel. He would have killed him on the spot if she didn’t shoot the man at the exact same time, diverting the bullet.

After a few endless minutes of shooting and fighting, Potts finally drops dead. Mare sinks down to her knees, panting. Those poor girls are screaming upstairs but she knows they can wait a little longer, now there is nothing to cause them any more harm. There is a person though who needs more acute help.

“Zabel!”

Her colleague is half lying on the floor, half leaning on a cupboard, squeezing his left shoulder and shaking. Mare hurries to him, taking her jacket off so she can cover him partially.

“Zabel, it’s over. Help's on the way, okay?”

She takes off her shirt as well and tries to tie it around his shoulder somehow so that the wound would stop bleeding. Zabel groans in pain but holds still.

“You’re hurt,” he says softly, panting.

Mare gives her bleeding wrist a quick look. The adrenaline running in her veins caused her to forget the injury. There is probably some small wound on her face as well, but it is nothing compared to the risk Zabel is exposed to at the moment.

“Yeah, well, you’re more hurt. Keep the pressure here,” she says, pressing his palm onto the coverage of the wound. The bleeding seems bad, but the bullet didn't hit any important organ. The police and ambulance will be here in no time. He should be fine. He has to be.

“I knew why-- why I was giving you-- the gun,” Zabel continues through the pain, his eyes looking and their hands pressed on his shoulder.

“Well, there’s gonna be a shitload of paperwork about this mess,” she smirks gloomily. Two officers - one of them off duty - injured, one dead weirdo, two missing girls being held in the attic. Mare brushes some hair away from her face, checking if there is blood on her fingers. This might be the first time she is kinda glad she is suspended.

“Mare, you-- you saved--”

Even though trying to say something, Zabel’s head starts falling to a side as his eyes are slowly about to close. Mare grabs him by the chin immediately.

“Hey, hey, eyes up! Stay with me, Zabel! The ambulance is here in a minute!” she orders, the tone of her voice urgent, while still holding his chin and trying to keep his gaze focused on her face.

A smile appears on the young man’s face.

“‘course I wanna stay with you… Mare.”

She has to stop herself from rolling her eyes in disbelief. “You’re being smooth now?”

That adorable, boy-like smile of his. Giving it to her even while basically fighting the loss of consciousness. What a dumbo. Her lips curl into a faint smile, too.

Glancing away, Mare realizes that girls who had been silent for a while are making hell of a noise again. And she knows why right away - there are police and ambulance sirens roaring nearby, approaching them finally.

Mare moves herself closer to the door so she can kick it more open. Swiftly she returns back to her colleague, whose head and hand are falling, obviously tired, again.

“They’re here, Zabel. You gotta hold on,” she urges him, one hand pressed on his wound, the other slapping his face slightly. She can hear several vehicles stopping outside of the house.

“Look at me, Zabel. Zabel! Colin!”

He mumbles something right just as the police officers and paramedics burst inside and the room around Mare starts to fill up.

Someone helps her to her feet, other people are taking care of Colin. She hears names and ranks, she tells them theirs, and then they are taking her outside, but she has one more important thing to say.

“There’re girls... they’re locked upstairs!” she shouts to the officers, turning backward partially. “Katie! Katie Bailey and…”

“That’s okay, ma’am, they’ll look into it,” a paramedic assures her, as he is guiding her to the ambulance. Mare sees Colin lying on the medical stretches, being taken to the vehicle alongside her.

“You okay?” she asks when he is next to her, even though he is lying with an oxygen mask over his face and eyes barely opened. She looks at the other paramedic. “Will he be fine?”

“I believe so, yes.”

“Don’t you fucking dare dying, Zabel!” she says warningly. She thinks she hears him murmur an answer and it calms her down a bit. He just can’t die. He won’t.

She sits where the paramedic tells her to and she lets him treat injuries, not listening to what he is saying to her.

People around her should stop fucking dying.

“Maybe you should lie down?” the man suggests.

“I’m fine.”

He’ll be fine as well. He has to be. They’ll take care of his shoulder and he’ll get through it.

She spots an officer coming up to her. She knows her, it’s Sergeant Diane Gibbson from this district.

Fuck, she’ll even go on another date with him if he asks.

Sergeant nods in greeting.

“Mare.”