rodrikstark's headcanons (part 1)

c. shea + first time being tipsy

"oh my god, wait," you squeal, reaching over the arm of the sofa to grab colin's guitar.

his eyes widen. "be careful."

as you unzip the case, he uses both hands to steady it in your lap, dreading the possibility of his first acoustic guitar getting smashed.

"show me," you whimper, as you prop the instrument on your lap in the wrong direction. "please?"

he shakes his head in disbelief, grabbing the neck and rotating it into your left hand. "okay. what's your favorite letter?"

as he directs your right hand over the soundhole, you snuggle into his chest, humming contently. the movement causes the strap of your tank top to fall from your smooth shoulder, and colin is so fucking screwed. "C." you grin at him.

he cups each of your lazy fingers with his own, stretching them towards the right frets. gently, he presses on your nails. "okay, strum."

a clicky, metallic chord comes out, but it's definitely a C. "you're such a good teacher," you sigh wistfully. he can smell the alcohol on your breath, but it's fruity and sweet.

he laughs. "thanks, sweetheart."

"colin," you mumble, your nails idly plucking the strings in musical nonsense before he positions you into a new chord. "why'd you start calling me that?"

"sweetheart?"

you nod, bobbing up and down clumsily. dropping your hands from his guitar, you lean your entire weight against his chest, pressing your heated forehead into his neck.

to distract himself from the fire in his ribcage, he fingerpicks something folksy and gentle, letting the notes float off into the night. maybe he can lull you to sleep, carry you back to the party inside, and get your friends to take you home. "i'll call you something different, if you don't like it."

a finger pokes at his chest as you tilt your head up. "am i the only person you call that?" your lips brush against his jaw, muffling your sad words.

"yeah." he carefully pulls away from you before you do something you might regret, and wonders if your alcohol-addled brain can hear his heart drumming in his chest, or his voice cracking when he says: "you're my only sweetheart."

you smile, eyes drifting shut. "i like bein' yours."