#collin

Art piece from Mission Zero posted to LudoDoodle's Bluesky October 27, 2025.

pairing: collin graf x reader

summary: a misunderstanding leads to an emotional argument between the two.

warning(s): established relationship, light fluff, miscommunication, mention of external sources judging food intake, comfort, emotional vulnerability

words: 1.3k

i know he didn’t mean it poorly. 

i mean, collin has never ever said anything to intentionally hurt me. i couldn’t even picture him doing so. 

maybe that’s why i feel so much more hurt than i’d typically allow myself to feel. 

but at the same time, how else could: “mm baby no i really think you should get something lighter. maybe a salad,” possibly come across though? 

i didn’t speak much after that. instead of just confronting him in the moment, i shut down. so now, not only have i pent up my emotions, but i also haven’t tried to communicate how i feel at all. 

the drive home was practically silent. other than the low buzz of the radio, neither of us made a sound. 

i couldn’t tell if he was blatantly ignoring my silence, or if he genuinely was being his normally quiet self. i mean surely he would pick up on me not talking at all... right? 

by the time we arrive at my place and he walks me to my door, i’m on the brink of a breakdown. 

i unlock the door, and it’s clear that collin is under the impression that he’s coming inside with me. 

opening the door the smallest bit, i don’t step in before turning around to face where he stands at the edge of my porch. 

i don’t look up at his face yet, i can’t. “hey, i think i’m just going to go to bed... alone.” 

smooth. real smooth. 

the moment he realizes what i’m saying is palpable. the air changes,  confusion and tension now linger. 

collin, always being one to respect my decisions, doesn’t put up a fight. no matter how confused he is in this moment, and boy is it obvious, he just slowly nods. 

his words drag out as he takes a step closer. “okayyy... well... i love you. i’ll see you tomorrow?” 

he takes another step forward, wrapping his arms around me and bending down to give me a kiss. 

i don’t linger like i usually do. the kiss is quick and i step back even quicker. my lips pull into a tight smile, and my shoulders raise in a half-hearted shrug. 

“maybe. you’re busy, so...” 

i’m finally looking at him, and his face draws inward now. his brows are furrowed, his lips drawn in a thin line like they always do when they’re trying to figure something out. 

before this escalates, i retreat fully into my house, quietly adding an “i love you” before making an effort to close the door. 

his foot shoots out, shoe stopping it from shutting fully. 

“baby, what’s wrong?” 

my eyes close for a hefty moment, hesitant to open the door again because all my emotions are sitting right there on the surface... ready to spill at any given moment. 

without looking, i know exactly what expression he has on his face right now, and damn him if it doesn’t make me cave no matter the circumstances. 

i can feel the well of tears when i open my eyes again. this draws his attention even more so than before. 

“baby? oh my- what's wrong? did- did i do something?” collin’s voice is stressed, and i hear him take a step forward before his hands grasp my shoulders in support. 

i don’t have the heart to say it out loud. i nod slowly as my expression crumples. it’s all i can do. 

this is all it takes for him to take the initiative of leading me inside, revoking any chances of someone passing by and invading this moment. tears fall swiftly down my cheeks as he brings us to the kitchen, gently lifting me onto one of the seats at my island. 

he doesn’t say another word until he’s gotten me a box of tissues and a glass of water. and if that doesn’t do me in just the slightest bit more. 

watching me as i blow my nose, he waits anxiously until i’ve collected myself enough to talk. “i-” he pauses again, trying to find the right way to approach this. 

“clearly, i’ve done something wrong here, and i’m not quite sure what it is, but i can promise you that it was not intentional.” 

his words are firm, reassuring. it makes me feel worse now knowing it wasn’t on purpose. a bubble of confusion lingers between us. 

sniffling, i finally chime in. “you- you said i should get the salad.” 

he stares at me blankly when i say this. his head juts forward a bit like he’s expecting me to add more, but i don’t. “i... told you to get the salad? that’s why you’re mad at me?” 

i can tell he’s being genuine, but his words feel invalidating, like that’s not enough for me to be upset over. 

“collin. i told you what i wanted to get and you-” my hands fly out, expressing my frustration, “- told me to get the salad. do you not hear how that sounds?” 

he bites his lip. he’s getting increasingly anxious, not at all understanding what’s going on. 

his voice cracks a little when he answers, “it... sounds like i was looking out for you? baby, please, i don’t think-” 

i can feel my expression fall. “collin. you insinuated that i didn’t need to eat what i wanted... that i’m fat. you told me to get a salad,” repeating the last part for emphasis, hurt lacing my tone. 

collin’s eyes shoot wide, jaw dropping. he rushes to correct me, to correct my wrongful thinking. “what?! no! i- no. sweetheart, you’re lactose intolerant. i would’ve suggested a burger or something, but you don’t usually eat meat when we go out.” 

oh. 

i forgot about that. 

it’s obvious when he realizes this as well, because his head tilts and he looks at me with a soft expression. “baby, you forgot again? you were just complaining about your stomach hurting this morning.” 

my hand covers my mouth, and my heart sinks. i feel terrible. this entire thing could’ve been avoided if i’d remembered my own dietary restriction. 

“but you sounded so- so... frustrated when you said it.” my voice is softer now, the pieces of this evening slowly falling into place. 

he shakes his head, cupping my face in his hands. “no, no. i was frustrated at myself. i didn’t realize that i’d picked a place with limited options for you until that moment.” 

collin leans down to kiss my forehead intensely. “that’s why i didn’t realize what i said. i was caught up in my head. i’m so sorry. i would never say something like that to you.” 

now i’m the one to shake my head, rejecting his apology. he has no reason to apologize. 

“no, i’m sorry. i should’ve just said how i felt when it happened. i just- i didn’t. i’m sorry for putting you through this.” 

he pulls me into his arms firmly, dropping his head in the curve of my neck. his words come out muffled. “it’s not your fault. it was a misunderstanding. i love you.” 

squeezing him tightly before backing up just enough to look up at him, smiling awkwardly. “i love you. so... does that mean you’re spending the night now?” 

he laughs softly at me. “you’re the one who decided i wasn’t. if that’s all that was wrong, then i don’t see why not?” 

deciding to tease him, “well... there is this othe-” 

he cuts me off by throwing me over his shoulder. making his way to my bedroom, i can practically feel his eyes rolling playfully. “yeah right. give me a break.” 

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