#Colin ritman fanfic

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Okay, I want to write Colin fanfics, but I don't know what to write. So, if you have ANY requests for fics, let me know. Considering this is my first post, I WILL respond with a fic.

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Don’t You Want Me Baby? (Colin Ritman x Reader) (Bandersnatch)

A/N: OKAY IM SORRY THIS TOOK ME SO LONG I JUST GOT OUT OF DANCE AHHHHHH!!!! Okay so ummm this is MAD EXPLICIT. YOU ALL ASKED FOR THIS....so here it is. NSFW!!!!!!!! The concept itself is based on some requests I got, and the title is based on the song of the same name by The Human League. (Yes my taste is music is wack) I hope you all enjoy hehehe....also thank you for all your kind words as usual <3 it means the world to me. OKAY ON WITH THE STORY! 

Summary: You and Colin work together at Tuckersoft, but it seems as though you two can’t stand each other...until one day...when things get rather heated.  

Warnings: SMUT! SMUT! SMUT! Dom!Colin ahhhh, lots of language, some angst...ermmm kinda sorta choking AH OKAY BYE.

Word Count: 1,907

“So, what do you think?” You ask, a smile spreading across your face. You were so proud of what you created.

Over the past few months, you had been working at Tuckersoft, developing different games for the company. However, out of everything you had produced, you were convinced this was your best yet. 

You sat quietly, awaiting Thakur’s praise.

“Well…” Thakur trails off. “I’m sorry, but it isn’t exactly your best work, mate.” A look of disappointment spreads across his face as your jaw drops. 

“I-I worked so hard on this game, I-I d-don’t understand,” You stutter, choking on your words as tears angrily force themselves into your eyes. 

Thakur reaches a hand across the table, patting your shoulder awkwardly in an attempt to comfort you. You brush the gesture off, violently pushing the cold, metal chair you were sitting on out from under the white table. 

“Fuck off, mate,” You yell as the sound of your boots thumping across the floor bellows throughout the small space. You storm out of the room. Thakur follows close behind, trying to catch up. 

“A-alright, mate. W-we’ll catch up later! Cheers!” He calls out nervously, waving in your direction like the clueless prick you knew him to be. 

You pick up your pace, practically sprinting at full speed down the hallway. Out of the corner of your eye you spot the bleach blonde haired boy you simply couldn’t stand. He speeds up to you, walking at your side. 

“Ritman,” You scoff, trying to walk faster as to avoid Colin. But, it’s no use, Colin simply matches your speed. His hands nonchalantly slide into his pockets. 

“What’s the rush, (Y/L/N)?” Colin questions in a sarcastic tone, knowing full well what had just happened. A joint sits precariously between his lips. You roll your eyes as the air presses agains your body. You were walking so fast at this point that you created a wind. 

Suddenly, Colin grabs your shoulders, stopping you in your tracks. You practically fall forward into him.  

“I asked you a question, (Y/N),” Colin says firmly, casually dropping his blunt into the silver wastebasket next to him. “What’s the rush?”

“Why do you even care, Colin?” You ask as you arch a brow in his direction. You harshly pull away from his grasp, continuing to walk forward, only for Colin to stop you once again, almost instantly. 

“Did your game flop, or something?” Colin asks, searching into your eyes for some sort of answer. Even in the horrendous fluorescent office lights, Colin’s ocean eyes danced like stars in the night sky. He holds your shoulders tightly, reassuringly brushing over them softly with his thumbs. 

Is Ritman really trying to comfort me? What the hell is happening? You think to yourself. You quickly remember that he’s most likely being the dick he usually is, and that he’ll say something along the lines of I told you so. 

You’re surprised when several seconds of silence go by. There was no witty comeback, no sly remark. Colin stares into your eyes, patiently waiting for a response. 

“Colin, just fuck off,” You say, breaking the silence and pulling away from him once more. But, Colin is persistent, and he chases after you. 

“Would you stop running away from me for five seconds and let me fucking help you?” Colin shouts angrily, grabbing your right wrist with his hand, pulling you close to him.

Your eyes meet his, the crystal blue gaze intimidates you, causing a strange sense of excitement to bubble in the pit of your stomach. 

You can’t help but think…

Is Colin Ritman turning me on? 

No, he can’t be. 

But the feeling creeps up again, making your heart flutter rapidly against your chest. You realize how close you are to him, his nose practically brushing up against yours. Your stare falls down unto his lips, wishing that he would just take you exactly where you were standing. 

No, You think to yourself, shaking off the feelings of attraction you’ve somehow acquired for Colin. 

“Y-you’re an e-egocentric maniac, Ritman.” You breath heavily, Colin’s face becoming even closer to yours.  

“Trust me love, I know.”

Hips lips come crashing down on your own with a force you’ve never experienced before. The excitement in your stomach replaces itself with pure fire and lust. 

The kiss is hungry, messy and rushed. You try gasping for air, but Colin takes the chance to slip his tongue into your mouth. His tongue dances with yours as a single finger creeps up your leg. You moan in anticipation. 

Colin’s hand comes up to cover your mouth. “Don’t make a sound, or we’re going to get caught,” Colin demands, pushing you up against a random door behind you. “Do you understand?” You nod in response to Colin’s question. 

He fiddles with the knob for a second, until the door finally opens and you two stumble into an old, unused office. Colin slams the door shut behind you. 

“On the desk, now,” Colin commands, pointing to the other side of the room. You turn around and walk towards the empty desk, sitting down on the edge. “Spread your legs.”

Heat rises to you cheeks, and stop for a minute, taking in the situation. All your hesitations melt away as you meet Colin’s alluring gaze from the other side of the room. 

You do as he asks, spreading your legs on either side of the desk, your knees propped up. Colin steps towards you slowly, licking his lips. “What do you want?” He asks, placing his hands on either side of your legs, looking down at you, his forehead pressing against yours. 

“I-I…” You trail off as the fire in your stomach begins to grow. All you wanted was for him to fuck you. 

“I asked you a question,” Colin whispers in your ear, coming closer to you as his hand wraps around your neck. “Now tell me what you want.”

“F-fuck me,” You mumble. 

“What did you say?” Colin asks again, his grasp on your neck becoming a bit tighter. 

“Fuck me, please,” You beg. Colin smirks as he pulls your skirt down, and shoves his hand between your legs. 

“Much better,” He says as his fingers pull at the hem of your panties, pulling them down and throwing them to the side. He slowly begins to massage your clit, sending wave after wave of wave throughout your body. A finger travels down towards your wet folds, teasing you, making you want Colin even more. 

“Now what?” He asks, pulling his hand away for a second, disappointment filling your face. 

“P-please Colin,” You whimper, desperate for his touch. “I want your fingers inside me.” 

Without hesitation, Colin does as you ask, sliding two fingers into your opening. “Sh-shit,” You cry out. The hand grasping your throat quickly makes it way up to cover your mouth in an attempt to keep you quiet.

“You’re so fucking wet, and I’ve barely touched you yet.” Colin’s smirk is wide, and he arches a brow in your direction, pushing his fingers into you harder. He knows what he’s doing to you. 

And he loves it. 

His fingers thrust in and out of you, with each thrust growing deeper and deeper every second. You let out small, incoherent moans and profanities, unable to keep them in. Colin’s thumb continues to toy with your clit. The sensation is overwhelming, and is quickly pushing you over the edge. 

“Colin I think I’m going to-,” 

But to your discontent, Colin stops you before you can feel any sort of relief, pulling his fingers out of you, and into his mouth, tasting you. The sight itself could push you over the edge, his teasing driving you insane. 

“Hmm,” Colin purrs. “You taste quite good.”

You wanted, no needed, Colin inside of you. 

“P-please Colin, I need you,” You plead. Colin comes closer to you, standing over you, his index finger trailing slowly across your jaw, and down your neck. 

“What happened to telling me exactly what you want?” Colin asks, staring deeply into your eyes as his hand comes up to cup your throat lightly again. You move your hand down to the bulge in his jeans, palming him slowly. 

Colin grabs your hand in response, placing it by your side. He quickly takes out his wallet from his pocket, and pulls out a condom. He then unzips his jeans, undoes his belt, and slips his pants off, his erection standing out in his light blue boxers. He stands there, looking deeply in your eyes as he unwraps the condom, and slides it down his shaft. 

“I want you to fuck me, Colin, please,” You beg. Colin takes his hard cock into his hand. He comes closer to you once again, lining himself up with your opening. He rubs his tip against your entrance, teasing you yet again.

“Please Col-,”

Suddenly, Colin thrusts deeply inside of you. “F-fuck. You’re so tight,” He moans as he begins to pump in and out of you. You hook your legs around his waist, raking your nails into his back in an attempt to stay up. 

“C-colin, f-fuck,” You cry out as Colin’s grip on your throat becomes tighter. His thrusts become harder, more intense.

“You feel so fucking good,” Colin coos, his hips slamming into yours. His words alone could make you come. He quickly grabs your hips, sinking his hard cock deeper inside of you. 

“How does this feel?” Colin grunts as his thumb begins to draw circles around your clit. You moan loudly in pleasure, the sensation overwhelming you. Suddenly, he hits your G-spot, making you scream in delight. 

“Holy shit,” You whimper. “S-so good.” He adds more and more pressure to your clit, speeding up his movements, hitting the right spot with every pump. “Colin I think I’m going to…” You trail off, choking on your words. 

“Me too, love. L-let go,” Colin breathes, his cock pulsing inside of you, his grip on your throat increasing slightly. His thrusts grow sloppy, and you know he’s seconds from reaching the edge.

“Colin!” You scream, your walls fluttering around his hard member. Rippling waves of pleasure hit you one by one as you come undone.

“Shit,” Colin breathes heavily, burying his cock deeply into you as he comes. He pulls out of you slowly, leaving an empty feeling where he had once filled you up. 

You lay back on the desk, and Colin joins you, pulling you into his chest, playing with your hair. It’s a stark contrast from the Colin you had just seen, and it honestly made you want even more. 

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that,” Colin says, smirking, kissing your forehead lightly. 

“I thought you couldn’t stand me,” You giggle, surprised at Colin’s true feelings. You trace circles around the center of his chest, pressing kisses there every chance you get.

“I’ve been trying to think of ways to ask you out, actually…” Colin trails off nervously. You’re shocked. After all this time, Colin had taken an interest in you, and you never knew. 

“Well then,” You say, pushing yourself to sit up on the desk. “Would you like to go on a date, sometime, Ritman?” A wide smile spreads across Colin’s face. 

“I’d love to, (Y/L/N).”

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the wrong path (colin ritman x reader) chapter one

(A/N: is the hiatus over ?? who knows. I’m a mess and dumb and I’m lazy. but i cranked this out from sheer love for will poulter and his bleach blonde hair and those trendy glasses he wears. and for you guys. I hope you enjoy!! comment and like!! they make my day!! if you end up wanting a chapter two, let me know, cuz i think it’s gonna start getting meta af in here)

summary: there’s two paths, or so colin ritman tells you - the right path, in which you meet stefan butler at tuckersoft and subsequently start dating - and the wrong path, in which you fall in love with colin instead. you’re not convinced the wrong path is all that wrong.

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“You’re not supposed to be doing this.”

Your hands roamed hungrily over Colin Ritman’s chest, searching for shirt buttons with your eyes closed and your lips forming paths of kisses up his neck and towards his jaw. The words he’d mumbled sounded merely like background noise. In the air hung the smell of weed smoke and incense, mingling lightly with the scent of Colin: a warm and deep cologne with natural undertones that instantly reminded you of him each time you smelled it.

You pressed your lips quickly onto his, forgetting he ever said a word.

He kissed you back gently yet urgently before pushing you off, leaving you straddling his lap, hands on his shoulders, clad in only a bra and underwear.

“What?” You softly questioned, adjusting your hips against his, pressing your chest against his once more, sliding your arms around his neck.

“I’ve realized it. You’re not supposed to be doing this. This isn’t the right path.” He breathlessly announced.

His words were confusing enough to keep you from leaning in and silencing him with a kiss, at least momentarily. You stared at him through tousled hair, which you brushed back, sitting up.

“Huh? What do you mean?”

His hands nonetheless roved from your hips up to your waist, caressing you with a muted desire.

“You’re not supposed to be with me. You’re supposed to be with Stefan. I can’t have you.” His words were straightforward, barely a tinge of melancholy to signify his disapproval. He was avoiding direct eye contact.

You immediately giggled. The shy little newbie? He was sweet, but how could he ever shine a candle to Colin?

“Some joke, Colin. You’re so weird.”

He seemed lost, staring through you, deep in thought. “I thought it was his dad, bugging the shit out of him and all, or the pressure of the deadline, but no. It has to be you. Since we got involved, he never had the chance to ask you out. His morale is out of whack, all cuz of me. I made him lovesick for you. And because I distract you from your game, even your game tanks...”

The weed you’d smoked numbed half his words, until you took a moment to decipher his ranting. You took his face gently in your hands. Colin stared back at you, and you could finally sense some dejection behind his eyes.

“Colin, there’s no one else I’d rather be with. I…”

You hadn’t said you loved him yet, and at this rate, you weren’t sure you would.

He blinked twice. “You’ll see what I mean. You’re on the wrong path.”

Deciding this was some of his classic paranoid-on-drugs speak, wanting to pretend you made the past few minutes up, you tentatively ground your hips against his, resulting in an involuntary moan from his throat that only drove you more crazy for him. You grabbed the back of his neck, your hot breath tickling his ear.

“Babe, if loving you is wrong, I don’t wanna be-”

“Oh, don’t be a clown.”

You kissed him again, and this time he reciprocated, mouth moving hard against yours, and he flipped you onto the couch, climbing on top of you, pulling his shirt off in the process. He took off his glasses, throwing them onto the coffee table.

“There’s a chance I’m wrong, but if I’m not-”

“Oh, piss off.” You laughed before kissing him once more, and this time he unbuttoned and started slipping off his Levis, unsuccessfully, to the point where he leaned so far to one side that the two of you spun and tumbled off the couch, the laughter bubbling from your throat the final sound that hung in the air before suddenly waking up in bed, sitting up with wide and tired eyes.

New Order was playing on the radio, the means of a daily alarm.

It was as if you’d just woken out of an odd dream, with that groggy morning feeling, paired with the slowness that typically accompanied it.

You turned to look at the clock beside you. It was eight o’clock in the morning.

What happened?

“This is Colin Ritman. He’s a bit of a celebrity in the gaming world, you may have heard of him.”

You had heard the name before; somewhere in the depths of past memories his name conjured up the ring of a bell, yet nothing more. Looking into his face, you very vaguely recognized him - merely examining the smile before you, the dark blue eyes, the bleach-blonde hair all coming together into one handsome stranger - you knew, somehow, that he couldn’t be a stranger at all.

You felt you had to know him, especially if he was so famous. You were always playing video games.

“Hello.” You said, an instant yet nervous response.

“Very nice to meet you.” He said, in an accent reminiscent of boys at school and old neighbor kids. The voice was recognizable. You’ve heard it somewhere before.

“Have we… Met before?” You coyly questioned, wondering if he’d possibly understand. You felt awfully dumb asking, knowing he’d probably say no. If you were lucky, he’d bring up some obvious encounter that you’d somehow lost over time; sharing a high school calculus class, having some old mutual friend, maybe even frequenting the same restaurant or cafe.

“I don’t believe so. I’d certainly remember meeting you.” He replied, flirtatious words undermined by a monotone voice, grabbing your extended hand and holding it momentarily before beginning to shake it. You grabbed back, feeling flushed out of nowhere.

You just couldn’t place where you’d seen him - but felt you couldn’t stir on it for too long. You had a few games you’d been working on, one particularly promising. You and Mr. Thakur had been discussing it for weeks after you’d sent in an application, and apparently he’d already spoke to Colin before your arrival for the interview.

You tried to read Colin’s face, try to dissect his expression, but it seemed impossible. The smile he wore was now a near grimace as he turned away from you, sucking on some sort of blunt - homemade cigarette perhaps? You weren’t sure.

“Y/N created Time Swipe, that game I was telling you about at lunch. You have it with you?” Mahon asked, looking enthusiastic.

“Yeah.” You were jolted from your mess of thoughts about Colin, quickly rummaging through your bag to find the cartridge. Fishing it out, you handed it to Mahon with a smile.

“I really hope you guys like it. Took me eons.”

Mahon chuckled almost nervously. Colin looked totally unbothered. Even his stature you could hazily recognize, as if he’d stood beside you with his hands in his pockets just as cooly before.

“So we still need the score behind it, yeah? Is it completed on the visual front?” Mahon enthusiastically asked.

You thought back to all the hard work you’d put into it, the grating hours behind a computer, the time spent forgetting to eat or sleep for days on end.

“Should be. I’ve tied up all the loose ends, flattened out the glitches. I’ve run the finished product about fifty times now without any problems, it should be perfect.”

“Forty times?” Mohan asked under his breath, in somewhat disbelief. Colin was still turned towards you, and you could feel his stare boring into you.

“Forty-eight.” Colin added, in his sharp accent. Your eyes met his immediately.

“What?”

“You could round it up to fifty times, having booted it up forty-eight. It sounds better, anyway.”

Heat surrounded your face and stained your cheeks as you looked down in thought. It had been forty-eight startups, hadn’t it? A part of you was so tired and annoyed after launching the game so many times, essentially obsessively - that you’d lost count.

Was it somewhere printed on the screen how many times it’d been used?

How could he know?

“How…” You began, but Mohan continued speaking, leaving a soon-fleeting stare Colin’s only response.

“I’ve loved the idea since you first mentioned it, it’s very marketable.” Mohan pushed the game inside the VCR, and the three of you surrounded the screen as the intro flashed to life - Time Switch was glowing in bright neon letters, with a monochromatic grid background. There it was: your pride and joy. However badly that intro made you want to puke just days ago, it appeared new and fresh staring back at you now.

Mohan pressed the start button without a word, and despite needing to restart multiple times after losing lives, he was completely immersed, laughing to himself or groaning sadly with every little success or failure.

“What say you, Colin?” He asked, without bothering to turn around, eyes glued to the screen. The little green character continued stealing wall clocks from the cubicles he entered.

Colin shrugged. “It works.”

The answer was somewhat insulting - not that you thought he’d be jumping for joy about it - but something better than ‘it works’. How could your game be that promising when an apparent video game genius didn’t like it?

“It’s wonderful. I knew we had something good going. How would you like to work on a game with Colin, after this is released? You mentioned you have other ideas, and Colin is eager for a partner.”

Working on a project with a big name in the video game world would be an incredible opportunity; much too good to turn down.

However, Colin was certainly some partner.

As you debated how to reply, from the corner of your eye you could see Colin smile and shake his head in possible disapproval, turning to look out the window.

“I’d… I’d love to. Really?” 

“I know Colin’s got some tricks up his sleeve. We have a new sound team, new design team… And a few other plans in mind.

“You wanna work for Tuckersoft?”

You were overwhelmed with excitement. How could you possibly say no?

“Yes!”

Quickly you grabbed his hand, and he maneuvered the shake into a hug, warmly patting you on the back. “Can’t wait to have you here with us, Y/N! You’ll be set up beside Colin, you’ll start work next week. Oh hey, Steven!”

Exiting Mahon’s embrace, you turned to see a brown-haired boy in a tan jacket who must’ve been around your age, bag slung over his shoulder, looking nervously at you through eyes darkened by what you assumed was a lack of sleep.

“Stefan.”

“Stefan, sorry-”

“That’s, sorry, I get it all the time.”

Mohan started ranting at the boy about how proud he was of the company, a spiel you had already listened to, while you couldn’t help but gravitate towards them. Stefan was just as oddly familiar as the rest of the place.

You didn’t listen to a word that Mohan was saying, apart from the random “expanding” and “demo” crossing your mind as you stared. Finally, Mohan addressed you.

“This is Y/N. She’s a newbie, just like you.”

You felt a mix of happiness and discomfort in your heart, just looking at him. Something was drawing you closer, but simultaneously deterring you. You couldn’t keep Colin Ritman or his words out of your head.

“Nice to meet you, Stefan.” You bid.

He looked down before looking back up to meet your gaze, eyes momentarily hesitating at your lips.

“You as well. I’ve never met a female programmer. It’s… it’s really cool that… sorry, that sounds weird…”

You couldn’t help but laugh as he ran a hand anxiously through his hair, a boyish smile growing on his face.

“No, no, don’t worry.” You assured him. “I get that a lot.”

“It’s really cool. Really, really cool.” He looked at you a few seconds too long before blinking and shyly looking down.

“Stefan! Come with me, I wanna talk to you.”

As Mohan pulled him to the side, you felt Colin move closer, smoky exhale surrounding you. 

“Do you remember what I told you?”

You turned to look at him directly, eyebrows furrowed.

“What?”

He took another drag, seemingly unfazed.

“You’ve been here before. Try to remember what I told you.”

Slowly he walked away, entering an adjacent office. You couldn’t help but follow.

“You must be mistaking me for someone, I think...” You continued, suddenly stopped in your tracks by his unexpected closeness - he stood in the doorway, leaning against it, face only inches from you.

“Think back.” He quietly urged, giving you a second round of chills. “I should hope you won’t have to try a third time.”

Suddenly, he shut the door. As it shut, a familiar scent wafted out with the rushed air - a smell so familiar, so warm, so caring, it was clear as day what he meant. 

You must have been here before. You wouldn’t remember him otherwise. Everything wouldn’t be so familiar otherwise. 

Colin knew you. You knew Colin. But how?

You must’ve been lovers. Very, very drunk lovers. For a split second, you vividly imagined the two of you in bed, rolling around, falling on the floor laughing.

“Y/N, you and Stefan have so much to talk about!”

Feeling hazy, lost in thoughts simultaneously generated by the blonde, four-eyed weirdo just beyond the door - you weren’t sure what to say to this boy who apparently had so much to converse with you about.

Mohan gently grabbed your shoulder and turned you to look at the boy, who seemed uneasy once acknowledging your out-of-sorts expression.

“Something wrong, Y/N? It’s just Stefan, he doesn’t bite!”

“No, no, I’m fine. I thought I… Nevermind. You’re working on a new game, too? Bandersnatch, right?”

Mohan laughed, louder than you anticipated.

“Wow! How did you know that? Has he already bragged to you about it?”

Stefan appeared excited, yet confused. “How did you know that?”

He seriously hadn’t mentioned it already?

“Oh, well, I mean, you two were talking about it, weren’t you? Over there?”

Mohan laughed once more. “What a set of ears! Yeah, we were about to demo it. You wanna watch?”

The day continued the way you suspected it would, except mostly without the presence of Colin, which kept your stress levels within a healthy level. You couldn’t stop thinking about what he meant - you did your best to remember exactly what he allegedly told you - but nothing came through.

The next day, Mohan sat you directly beside him, as he clicked away on a computer, busy making his own game, ‘Nosedive’ with wacky spelling - a calling card of his, you supposed.

You didn’t want to interrupt him - Mohan expressed that Colin was a ‘baby’ and would frequently ‘bitch and moan’ if you interrupted him too many times in one day.

He’d have to deal with it.

He’d taken off his headphones for the first time since your arrival to say something to a passing assistant, and as you ran Time Switch for the 78th time, more a chore than a game at this point - you said it.

“We’ve met before. You lied.”

The moment went almost unacknowledged, until Colin cleared his throat.

“I didn’t lie. We met yesterday.”

You didn’t bother turning to look at him.

“No. We met before that. We were in love before that.”

Colin turned to face you, giving you a surprised stare before turning back to look at his screen. He sighed gently, as if dealing with a minor inconvenience.

“Come on.” He said, suddenly standing up and walking away from the monitor. You slowly rose from your seat and followed him into the same adjacent, empty office, where he waited until you’d entered to shut the two of you in.

Colin stared at you, vaguely annoyed.

“You remember that we were in love, but you can’t remember one important thing I told you? You’re just destined to fail, aren’t you?”

You scoffed in shock, yesterday’s waves of confusion washing over you once again.

“So you did love me? And why don’t you just tell me what I’m supposed to remember, rather than being cryptic and creepy?”

Colin scoffed back, leaning back against the door.

“Why don’t I just live your life for you? Y/N, there’s something wrong with the sequence of events here, and the constant within all of this is us being together. That’s the problem. I’ve seen it a few times now. You have to be with Stefan. I’ve invited him to my flat tonight, and I was hoping to invite you, but... I’m not sure you’ll be able to keep your hands off me if you get high.”

With a sarcastic smile, you began giggling to yourself, making him smile and turn away from your attempts to mock him.

“Oh, you don’t think I’ll be able to contain myself? You’re just too sexy, Colin, women can’t keep their fookin’ hands off you!”

Turning back to face you, he grew increasingly serious. “Look, I thought you’d remember what happened, but it makes sense now. It was a decision made for you, to go back. Not your own. From what I can see, your actions are conflicting with your destiny. If it was your own choice, I bet you’d be progressing much faster. You’re being controlled. But from what I gather, you’re not too far gone.”

You stared at the man in front of you, wondering how he seemed to know so much; how you felt so clueless in turn.

“What do you mean, a decision made for me?”

Colin began slowly moving closer to you, and his hesitation made you fear the answer, instinctively backing up towards the desk behind you. You hit the desk after a few more paces, and he only moved nearer once you’d been cornered.

“I know this is confusing for you. No one’s set you free yet. You’ve been controlled your whole life, just like everyone else. You’re in the hole, and you know there must be a way out... You’ve just started testing the limits. But you can’t climb that high on your own. You need me to help you out. Or else, you’re going to be controlled for the rest of your life, never knowing which path is right or wrong.”

Colin was dangerously close to you, and you could sense that old familiar passion in his stare. You could feel his breath, smell his cologne. You wanted so desperately to kiss him, to touch him, to be with him. The eye contact felt unbreakable.

“You can choose your own destiny. Just let me help you do it.” He spoke, in a tone low and genuine.

A moment of silence fell between you, in which you looked down at his chest, slowly mustering up the courage to meet his tender gaze once more before speaking.

“Is this what it looks like when you try to keep a girl from falling in love with you?” You slowly asked, almost unable to finish the sentence, lost in his eyes and in all the confusion.

Something clicked, as if he’d forgot that he was heading down that same wrong path right alongside you.

“Eh… Yeah. Um... Stefan will meet us at my place at six. I’ll walk you there.”

He started walking out of the room before turning around, hand on the doorknob.

“I’m serious, Y/N. You have to be there tonight. It’s important.”

You smiled, crossing your arms, leaning on the desk behind you.

“How could I forget?”

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Bandersnatch x Doctor Who

Hey all!!

So I've been pondering over this fic idea for a while and I was stuck on what path I wanted it to take. I've written a bit and I feel as if this one is gonna be a long one so please be patient with me. ❣️

I also was unsure on who's perspective to write it in. I've ended up writing it from 3 different perspectives - Stefan, Colin and the Doctor. (This is why it's gonna end up being a longer fic than I thought.) ❣️

I'm getting there but here's a little teaser from Stefans perspective.

If anyone has any ideas for this story than feel free to comment on this post or message (ask?) me privately. ❣️😁

You see when Stefan had first found about how to navigate his own timeline and the loops, he messed up. A lot. There were numerous good timelines. Ones where Bandersnatch gets released with a good rating, and Stefan goes on to live life in relative ease. Though Stefan doesn’t remember them all, and there are defiantly some that he’d like to forget. There are timelines without Colin; without his dad; without Bandersnatch. All feel like they haunt him for different reasons.

Flashes of the awful things he’s lived through started to consume his brain. Blood, there’s lots of blood and pain, but not his own. The sensation of control, someone something telling him what to do. Twisted images of a blue face blurred together with green text on a black background. Bandersnatch. His mind told him. Pax. The face started to become more clearer, it’s features screwed up in pain and horror. The thief of destiny.

A blood curdling scream rips through his throat. This place… it’s getting to him. He stumbled back till he hit the wall, falling to the floor. I’ve given you the knowledge. I’ve set you free. Do you understand? Hands move up his face and into his hair. He really didn’t understand.

Closing his eyes tight, Stefan pulls at his hair. Stop! His mind screams, Let me go!

“Let me go!” Stefan screams as he falls to the floor.

The floorboards creak.

“Doctor!” A male voice shouts from behind him.

Let me know what you all think ❣️

Stay safe my friends ❤️

[for-ests]

Turn Away and Return- Gally Imagine Part 3

Reverse The Changes

Part 1 / Part 2

Word count: 3, 338

Warnings: smut after the angst 

Pairing: Gally x reader

Just one nod from him was enough to make your legs move again. "Oh my God-" You rushed into his arms, throwing them around his neck. You brought him as close to you as you could manage, burying your face into his chest. Your eyes overflowed with tears. He looked different, but he felt the same.

Gally hesitated for a brief moment. His body was stiff from the shock of seeing you alive. But gradually, you felt him relax into your embrace, strong arms wrapping tightly around your waist in return. "I never thought I would see you again." Gally whispered into your ear. You knew he was trying his best to hold back the tears, something you couldn't seem to control.

You gripped onto him, the notion so familiar and refreshing— something you never thought you would be able to do again.

"God, Gally. I missed you so much." You were a sobbing mess, not able to speak coherently. His touch was something you wanted to relish in for as long as possible. Yet eventually, you had to pull away. Everyone surrounding the two of you deserved an explanation.

Embarrassed, you wiped away your tears. You clutched Gally’s arm, refusing to leave his side so soon. You needed to be alone with him as soon as you could.

"I'm guessing that's the guy that Y/N has been so depressed about?" Brenda whispered to Newt. She caught your gaze and smirked. 

"Yeah." Newt replied in a low voice. "We all thought he died."

After you finally managed to settle your nerves, background chatter filled the empty space once again. Everyone you hadn’t traveled with walked away from the scene. Apparently, there was work to be done. But yours would have to wait, because Thomas and the others stepped forward with more questions.

You let go of Gally’s arm to give him some space. He wasn’t the boy you had left behind in the glade anymore. He seemed more responsible, he was in charge. In your eyes, you were now looking at a man. 

"How is this possible?"

"We...we saw you die?" Newt questioned in exasperation.

"No." Gally's voice was so much deeper than you remembered. You had almost forgotten what it sounded like. "You left me to die."

"I didn't." You breathed, wanting to reach out to him and take his hand. You fiddled nervously under his stare.  "I never would have..."

"I know, Y/N." Gally assured, his eyes flickering down to you with a lingering softness. Yet he turned away even if he didn't want to. There were tasks that had to be completed. He had to explain his reasoning to everyone on what they had in common. Not everyone was so willing to forgive him like you were.

"Why did you bring us here?" Thomas asked, seeming a little more comfortable now that he realized Gally was not a threat. 

"I can get you through the walls, the reason I'm assuming you're here."

"Why should we trust you?" Thomas looked skeptical.

You wanted to retort, yet you held your tongue. They did not know him like you did. You couldn't possibly expect them to understand. Gally could handle himself, without your constant defense. 

"Come with me. There's someone I want you to meet." He said with zero emotion, still on guard from Thomas's sudden attack. Trust would have to be earned, even if Gally had taken the biggest step he could. 

Everyone dispersed after that, seeming to realize there was no immediate threat. Perhaps a familiar face was all it took. 

You swallowed the lump in your throat.

Gally turned to you before following the others down the stairs. "Y/N, will you please stay here? Just give me a few minutes. I'll come back and explain everything."

"Okay." You smiled, still feeling an immense amount of sorrow. All these months you had mourned for him, someone who had not died.

Gally glanced around, then brought his arms to embrace you firmly; even if all the men he worked with could be watching— he was not afraid to let them know his true feelings for you. If this was any moment to mark his territory, right now would be the best time.

"I'll stay with her." Brenda spoke up, and that's when you realized she had not left your side like the others had. 

Gally nodded at her in thanks, even if he did not know who she was.

Without another word, he pulled away and jogged down after the others. Whatever they were planning, you hoped they would figure it out quickly.

"Are you okay?" Brenda asked, gently setting her hand on your shoulder.

"Yeah." You breathed, staring at Gally's back until he vanished around the corner. "I still can't believe he's alive."

The two of you sat down by a can fire. Nobody bothered you as you contemplated what you were going to say to Gally when he came back up. You had almost forgotten about the real reason you were here, and that was to save Minho. It was to save all of the children still inside the walls, being tortured in attempts to find a cure.

You lay your head in your hands. Gally was trying to save them too. You could not imagine how guilty he must be feeling. He was probably struggling more than you.

"So... what are you going to do?" Brenda sighed, leaning her head against the cement plank that kept her upright. She looked just as stressed as you.

"I have no god damn idea." You admitted, rubbing your eyes to relieve the pressure against them. "I haven't stopped loving him, but I don't know if he feels the same."

"I'm sure he does." Brenda reassured. "I don't know him but I could tell he was happy to see you."

Your hair felt greasy as you ran your hands anxiously through it. You definitely looked like a mess. "It hasn't been that long. But he's changed."

"A lot has happened. You have too."

That thought alone scared you.

"You'll be okay, Y/N."

"I will." You agreed, giving her a shy smile. "I'm just embarrassed I started crying in front of everyone."

"I would cry to." Brenda laughed, glancing down at the wound along her wrist. She also had a nasty gash across her forehead. You could feel your own wounds stinging.

"I'll fix you up alright? No more talking about boys." You teased, pulling your first aid kit out of your backpack. It wasn't much, but it was enough to make yourselves presentable.

Anything to pass the time. 

The two of you sat in peaceful silence, listening to the crackle of the fire as you went to work. You gave Brenda stitches, the simple motion dissipating your nerves. Concentrating on your medical work helped clear your mind from where it could wander. You didn't want to worry about Gally until you faced him. You wanted him to help the others so you could as well.

You wiped the remaining blood away. It had only been a few minutes but it was enough for clarity. 

"Your turn." She smiled, following your motions to fix your own gash, with your experienced guidance. The needle poking through your skin hurt like hell, and so did the antiseptic. But you were okay.

Brenda took a rag and wiped the ash from your face, helping you look a little more presentable.

As you were brushing the dirt out of your hair, you turned to the heavy footsteps coming closer.

"Y/N-" Gally spoke softly. His husky voice sending chills down your spine. "Come with me." He eyed the bandage now covering your wound. You set your supplies down and followed, catching Newt's eye as he passed the two of you. He expressed a faint smile, as if to soothe the evident fear that lingered on your face.

Thomas's face remained tight-lipped and bleak as he sat down next to Brenda. Whatever the boys had discussed was not ideal. But Gally would never propose anything that did not have a chance of working.

"Are you okay to come in my room?" Gally looked over his shoulder as you.

"Of course." You said quietly. Holding your own hand for comfort.

He had grown in height since you last saw him, his muscles more defined. His buzz cut had grown longer, framing his face maturely.

Gally led you down a hall where the ceiling stretched high. Sections of the building had been renovated into sleeping quarters— and Gally's was at the end, a real room with a door. He opened it for you, ushering you inside.

You were shaking now, being so close to him again. You had only dreamed about a moment like this, even if it the circumstances were not ideal. You were just overjoyed that he was alive and well.

His room was similar to what you remembered from the glade. Though his belongings were different, everything that littered the dark space spoke volumes about his current state of being.

"Are you okay?" He asked, eyebrows furrowed with concern. He closed the door.

"Are you?" You turned, locking eyes with him. The blue that decorated his irises was still breathtaking, a color you could never forgot even though you tried.

You took a step closer, hesitant to reach about and embrace him again. "Gally-I... I can't...." All your thoughts were jumbled in your brain. You couldn't speak anything that made sense. "If I would have known you were alive... I would have came as soon as I could."

"I would have to. I didn't know what happened to you." He conveyed with honesty. "I tried searching for you, but there was nothing. I thought you were dead."

"This is so unfair..." You felt your lip quiver. "I spent months... months Gally!"

He blinked furiously, lips pressed in a thin line. You did not have to finish what you were saying for him to know. "I did too."

You lowered your gaze from the intensity of his words. Knowing he missed you just as much made your heart pound in your chest.

Within a second, Gally closed the space between you. One hand rested against your neck while the other cupped your cheek. He kissed you hungrily, trying to make up for the months you had spent apart.

Nothing could top this moment, one that you had only hoped to remembered in your subconscious. You never thought you would be able to touch him like this again.

"I missed you, so much." Tears started to pour from your eyes at his body enclosed around yours. You felt safe again. You felt protected. The vulnerability that had infested your being had disappeared instantly.

"I think I missed you more." Gally gasped between kisses.

Everything you had endured during your time apart seemed like nothing the moment he circled his arms around your waist. A feeling you could never get used to. A feeling that would always make your heart race.

Gally held onto you firmly, reminding you of your circumstance and beckoning you to follow him somewhere else. Your kisses deepened, desperate to explore the extent of his body.

"I love you." He whispered, eyes flicking down to your lips. You could feel him holding back his true emotions to make sure you were okay with it. "I want to make up for lost time."

You connected your lips together, knotting your hands against his shirt and pulling him down. "Then take me." You mumbled against his lips. "I never stopped loving you, not for one second."

Gally took your words to heart. He breathed deeply, reminding himself that you were actually here with him. "God..." He groaned, moving his hands up from your waist and to your delicate shoulders. His skin was burning against your own, igniting the fire that had pulsed between the two of you from the moment you met.

Gally guided you to his bed, one that had been made neatly for another night of restless sleep. But now that you were here with him, he knew he would finally be able to sleep peacefully again. With you by his side he could do anything.

You laid across the sheets, throwing your legs around his waist. Gally moved his kisses from your lips to your neck. When he pulled back to gaze at you, his face was lit up with fascination and pleasure.

Your cheeks grew hot from his stare. He pulled his shirt over his head, and curled his fingers along the hem of yours.

You whimpered, desperate to feel his body against yours. "You're so beautiful..." He whispered, unhooking your bra with ease. The air felt cold against your exposed chest, but was quickly covered by his body.

You gripped onto him, purring into his ear. "You're the only man who makes me feel so..."

You couldn't finish your sentence as Gally's lips collided back on yours. He began to move his lips against yours, prying his tongue between your lips.

The hunger that laced his actions sent your emotions into a frenzy. Your composure was gone with just one action.

Gally kissed you harder, more roughly. He fumbled with his belt until it was finally loose. You worked on your own clothing, struggling to get rid of it. You tossed it aside in a matter of seconds.

Gally stared down at you in wonder. You were an angel in his eyes. You gazed up at him with a lustful expression, the shadows sculpting your body perfectly.

"I really do love you Y/N." Gally confessed, trembling against you as he pawed at your breasts, leaving hot and wet kisses all over your chest. “I never thought I would be able to see you like this again.” 

His large hands caressed your hips, thumbing the band of your underwear, the last garment of clothing that separated the two of you.

"Take it off..." You begged, feeling your undergarment slide down your legs. Gally finished, your cheeks inflaming with a crimson shade.

The man leaned down and kissed you. He didn't want you to feel nervous, or have an ounce of regret. There was no more time to waste reflecting on the past.

"Do you want to do this?" Gally chocked, pressing you down gently until you laid on your back. "I-I'm not sure..."

"More than anything." You tightened against him, feeling his hardness strengthen below. Gally was breathless, gazing at you in your true and natural beauty. The body of a beautiful woman for his eyes only. What a treasure.

You deserved the world, and it hurt him to know nothing had come together in your favor. He wanted to cherish you forever, and now he had finally gained a second chance to do so.

"I love you." Gally said again, not knowing what else to say, or how to show you that he treasured you with every fiber in his being.

Words could not describe. Those three words never felt like enough.

"I love you too." You moaned, drawling him down with the promising flash in your eyes.

Gally leaned over and took your breast in his mouth, biting them to provoke the moans he waited so long to hear. You drawled as he sucked tenderly, setting your hands in his hair, gripping ardently as the sensation caused you to go limp in his arms.

Gally grinded against you, and you wriggled underneath him in pleasure. Your feet twisted as the passion rippled through you. Nothing had ever felt so amazing.

He broke apart from the kiss and pulled your body to the edge of the mattress. He was breathless, so infatuated with you that his mind was jumbled.

You were going to make love. A chance to make things right. 

"God Gally..." You whimpered at the feeling of his hands gripping your hips. You had never wanted anything more than to feel his skin back against yours. And now you were finally going to be one.

"You're so special to me Y/N." Gally spread your legs apart slowly.

You turned away with a sheepish expression. You couldn't describe the emotions swirling around in your heart. It had to be the strongest form of desire to make you feel this alive.

Gally positioned himself at your entrance, cautiously massaging you as best as he could. It did not take much time, as your were dripping with anticipation.

"Fuck..." He groaned, stroking his length as you tightened your legs around his hips.

Gally sheathed himself inside, etching a whimper of pain from your red lips. He filled you slowly, even if he was itching to thrust as deep as he could.

You gripped his muscular arms that had taken place around your head.

"Gally...!" You moaned, squeezing your eyes shut in desperation to adjust. You had failed to remember how big he was.

"Just tell me what you want..." He grunted, feeling your walls cave around him.

But you couldn't, though it hurt, it felt so good. Your body pulsated with heat as his thrusts began to quicken, hitting deeper each time he shoved himself back in.

You wanted to scream out your pleasure. It was so hard to keep quiet with him making sure your needs were met. Gally could sense this, and leaned in closer, kissing you softly—hoping to stifle your moans. You looked deep into his eyes and he parted to take a breath. His movements rocked you back and fourth. "I love you..." You arched your back against the bed, not able to fathom anything except how stimulating his movements were.

His pace gradually gained speed. You could already feel yourself coming undone, you did not know how to control the orgasm that was coming on. It had been months, almost a whole year.

"Y/N..." Gally panted, the bed creaking under you as he began to pound against you. By now you had adjusted to his size, the pain had subsided and all you felt was bliss.

"I c-cant hold it.." You wailed, digging your nails into his skin. Gally could not catch his breath as he watched you struggle against his cock. He was at a high he'd never felt in his life.

"I'm going to—"

Gally shoved himself deeper at your withered confession, and gasped. You shook violently and released yourself onto him, eyes rolling into the back of your head. The intensity of your romance causing you to scream his name.

“Gally!-”

He covered your mouth with his hand, muffling your cries of pleasure.

Satisfied that you reached your high in a matter of minutes, Gally brought you to his chest and held you tightly. He lifted you off the bed, supporting your weight in his masculine arms. He let you enjoy your climax as you bounced against him, breathlessly moaning his name. "Cum for me..." You pleaded, kissing his neck as best as you could.

All you could hear was your skin slapping against his.

He couldn't breathe, not even mutter a word. Gally was numb as he felt himself twitch inside of you. He threw you back onto the bed, pulling out in a matter of seconds.

"Fuck..." He groaned, face contorted in a heaven like expression. You stood shakily on your knees, taking him inside of your mouth. You sucked him dry, cleaning up his mess with minimal effort. 

Gally stared down at you, panting heavily, managing to choke out your name. "Y/N..." He exhaled, running his hands through your hair.

You fluttered her eyelids in response. It hadn't taken long for him to finish.

Gally collapsed onto the bed beside you, panting heavily and closing his eyes. Shaking, you shifted next to him, laying your head on his chest. You ran your fingers along his defined torso, urging a soft and pleasurable sigh to escape his lips.

He opened his eyes. How did he get so lucky?

“I’m sorry. I couldn’t control myself.” He sighed deeply, seeming embarrassed by the positions he held you in. 

"That was amazing Gally..." You whispered, blossoming with affection from the way his gaze held yours. You was more than blessed to be back in his arms.

Though it had been sorrowful, the years spent apart from him only made your feelings grow stronger.

He was finally yours. And you were finally his. How it should have been from the beginning.

Gally covered his eyes with his forearm.. He still could not believe he was in this situation. He had bottled up his feelings in hopes that he would glimpse your face again. You were the love of his life, and he couldn't be happier.

This was meant to be. And every fiber in his being agreed.

(Thank you sooo much for reading :-) please feel free to drop something in my requests if you enjoyed. I can’t wait to write more!)

[pseftisincertus]

What if Stefan stayed on only one path and lived on? What if Colin lived all those alternate realities that Stefan's choices brought? What if this time they get the chance to choose?

Thoughts: I’m quite proud of this fic so if you guys have the time, please do read. It’s a Stefan Butler/Colin Ritman :)

[yeswillxpoulter]

“Her” Pt. 2

Requested?: Yes

Word Count: 969

Prompt: Will has always wanted the absolute best for her. He wanted to make sure was always happy, but what will he do when the one person he cares for gets hurt?

A/N: Here’s part 2 of “Her” lovebugs :) sorry if it took too long. Reminder that this is in Will’s POV. 

Warnings: Just some language and a lot of fluff.

Tags: @capitanostella @carolinawindsay

It’s been months since what happened between Zach and Y/N. She still hasn’t healed completely, but who can after that? Someone who you have trusted with your heart, just to go smash it away like it was nothing. Since then, I have spent much more time with her as I could. Breaks between filming, off days, even if I just called her for a few spare moments. I just wanted to make sure she knew she had someone to talk to. Right now, I am heading to her flat with her favorite snacks and some drinks. I could possibly tell her how I feel...but I am not sure if I should. 

I walked up to her door and knocked. After a few moments, the door swung open and I was greeted by her. “Hey Will.” she said, giving me a tiny smile. Oof, that smile. Her smile felt like a ray of sunshine in the grey cloudiness that she was feeling. I smiled back at her as she let me into her flat. “What do you have there?” she asked, peaking into the bag. “Some of your favorites.” I said. Her mouth gaped open a bit, “You didn’t” “Oh but I did.” I laughed. I handed her the bag as we both sat on the couch. “No meetings today?” she asked, beginning to eat. I nodded, “No meetings.” “Good,” she paused, “we’re having a movie marathon then.” “Okay, let’s start.” I chuckled, taking my shoes off. She turned the TV on and got onto Netflix, “Any preference?” “Nope, go ahead and choose.” I stated. 

We ended up watching American Horror Story, not a movie but I didn’t mind and neither did she. She was invested in the show so much, as I glanced over to her. How could someone seem so beautiful? Literally, she’s not even trying. She has her hair up, no makeup, sweatpants and a baggy shirt, so simple but yet so beautiful. Even perfect. I guess I was looking too long, because she turned to me, “Why are you looking at me like that?” “Like what love?” I asked. “Like I’m the most gorgeous person you’ve ever seen.” she said, pushing some of her fallen hair behind her ear. It’s because you are. “I don’t understand why, I’m not pretty or anything like that.” she said, turning back to the TV. Oh hell no.

“Now, why would you say that?” I asked, pausing the show. “Are we talking about this now?” she asked, turning to me. “Yes we are talking about this now.” I said. She sighed, “I’m not pretty apparently. That’s most likely the reason for Zach to cheat-” “I’m going to stop you right there. I don’t understand why the girl I love constantly talks down about herself. You are seriously the most beautiful girl I have ever met. You’re kind, sweet, intelligent, funny, and seriously the best person ever. I don’t honestly understand why you bring that bastard up anymore. He didn’t deserve you, he did something ridiculous and lost the best girl any guy could be lucky to have. He didn’t even think about it! He had the most precious girlfriend and still decided to be a fucking idiot.” I blurted out, not even realizing what I had admitted.

“You love me...?” she asked. Shit..Will what did you just do? I guess there’s no turning back now. “I do.” I said, finally looking at her. “You mean the world to me. The only that I want is for you to be happy, regardless if it’s me who does it or if it’s anyone else. You, you are like the first day of spring. You are as beautiful as the stars in the night sky and you mean everything to me. You’ve always been there for me, I just want to be there for you.” I said again. “You don’t have to accept my feelings, but I’m tired of hiding my feelings anymore.” I finally said. We sat silently for a few moments before the unexpected happened. She leaned over to me and placed her lips on mine. I have dreamed of this day for so long..I didn’t expect this to happen. Before I could eventually kiss back, she pulled away. “Why didn’t you say anything sooner..?” she asked, leaning her forehead against mine. “I was scared. I didn’t want to put our friendship at risk.” I admitted. “Will...you couldn’t do anything that would risk that. I’ll admit it to you, I liked you. Like so much.” she paused and sighed, “I only started seeing other people because I didn’t think I had a chance to be with you.” 

“You should’ve said something...you know how hard it is for me to admit anything.” I laughed. She giggled, “You’re right.” I leaned my head up and kissed her gently. She kissed me back with gentleness as well, placing her hand on my cheek. We both pulled away after a while and she leaned her head on my shoulder. “Does this make you my boyfriend now?” she asked. “Only if you want me to, and if you’re ready to get back into a relationship. If you’re not, I’ll wait for you.” I said, looking down at her. She leaned her head up looking at me, “I have never been so sure about anything else in my life. Just don’t break my heart William” “Oh most defiantly I am not doing that.” 

And in the end, she was finally mine. And I was finally hers.

It was her, Y/N. The girl who had my heart forever. The girl who was my dream. The girl who was my forever. The girl who I will love for as long as I can.

And for that fact,

she will love me too. 

[littlemiss-nob0dy]

Only an Assistant (Colin X reader Smut)

Request: Can I request a smutty Colin x reader where the reader is his assistant? Xoxo

Warnings: SMUT!!

WC: 1423

A/N: I took some real creative liberty with this hope you don't mind 

Masterlist

You reached the Tuckersoft offices key in hand ready to unlock and set up for the day, Thakur gave you a key to the place because you always seemed to arrive at work at least 30 minutes before everyone else and he thought he could get some extra work out of you, Today was different though the place was already unlocked. You walked in and heard voices from Thakurs office, curiously you turned to see who it was

“Colin?” you mumbled under your breath, Shocked to see your boyfriend of 3 months standing there, he barely makes it in on time never mind early. You take your coat off and leave it at your desk quietly moving closer to the office curiosity over taking you

“Colin what’s going on between you two?” you heard Thakur ask

“nothing”

“It doesn’t seem that way! I need your new game ready in a week and-”

“It’ll be ready”

“Colin, these past few months you’ve been extremely distracted by (Y/N) and I need that to stop, or else there will be consequences!” Thakur said in a near shout but before you could even process what he just said you heard Colin quickly respond

“She’s only an Assistant, I’ll have your game by the end of next week” You knew he didn’t want Thakur to know just in case it was seen as unprofessional, Colin dating his assistant that is, but never the less hearing him say those words felt like getting punched in the chest, Before you could hear anything else you turned and made your way to the break room making three coffees while struggling to see through your now blurry eyes, quickly wiping your eyes before grabbing two of the coffees you made your way to Thakurs office walking in and placing them on the table not caring that you were interrupting

“Good morning boys, Nice to see you both in early for once” you said before turning to leave ignoring Colins gaze on you, You grabbed your coffee before making your way to your desk and looking through the pile of work you had to do, Colins fan letters to read through and reply to, articles on his upcoming game to proofread and that was before you even turned on your computer which you knew would just have email on top of email to respond to. Hoping to get a head start you grabbed the first fan letter quickly reading through it before writing a quick response, leaving it out for Colin to sign and moving on to the next one just as you started to read it you heard a slight cough above you, looking up you see Colin standing beside your desk, quickly rolling your eyes you get back to work only to be interrupted by Colin again

“You’re starting early love”

“Yup” you reply sharply quickly writing out another reply “sign those two please?” you sharply ask taking Colin by surprise  

“Uh sure”

The day went on pretty much like that, you replying to fan mail and sponsorship offers while Colin tried his best to start up a conversation with you, the furthest he got was you asking him what he wanted for lunch before running off to get it.

Finally the day was over, you had successfully gotten through the mountain of work and it was only you Colin and Thakur left in the office once again, You got up washed your coffee cup which had been refilled multiple times throughout the day and pulled your coat on to leave, just as you were about to leave however you heard Thakur call out

“Ah not so fast (Y/N) these came in todays late post” he said before putting what must have been at least 30 fan letters on your desk, you just stared at them in shock feeling your emotions about to bubble over the top, you knew there was no way they all came in today, Thakur must of forgotten about them “Okay well I’m done for the day so I’ll see you both tomorrow” you heard Thakur say as he left, You plunked yourself down on your seat as you felt a tear slip from your eye

“(Y/N) are you alright love?”

“No” You quietly said finally deciding to talk to Colin, Colin made his way around to your desk pushed the letters out of the way and sat on top of it

“What’s the matter?” he says quietly sounding genuinely concerned

“I feel like my head is going to explode, is this work going to ever stop? what breakdown am I going to have first” you say as more tears start to spill over your water line

“(Y/N) slow down, what do you mean which break down?”

“Well there’s all this work and then there’s you! But that doesn’t matter because I’m only an-“ before you could finish your sentence you begin hysterically sobbing, Colin jumps off your desk coming over to give you a hug but you don’t let him “I’m only an Assistant” suddenly Colin realises what’s happened, why you’ve acted so different all day and why you’ve been pushing him away.

“You heard that, shit” he says under his breath before lifting your head up to look in his eyes, he wipes away a few of your tears before making sure you were focused on him

“(Y/N) listen, you’re much more than assistant to me, you know why I had to tell Thakur that right?” you nodded quickly in response “These three months have been the best time I’ve had in a long time as much as time exists that is. I love you (Y/N) let me prove that to you” before you could respond Colin leaned and started kissing you with such a passion you’ve never felt from him before, and suddenly all your worries went away and feelings of sadness and worthlessness were replaced with feelings of pure love and lust, as the kiss depend you reached over and started palming Colin through his trousers feeling him grow, Colin pulled away from the kiss and moaned slightly before lifting you up and sitting you on your desk, he pulled your top off knowing it was just the two of you and began kissing down your neck and along your collar bone until he found your sweet spot. You wrapped your legs around his waist pulling him closer but before you could do anything else he pushed you back over your desk not caring about the letters, he pulled off his own top and trousers and you pulled off your trousers, you felt Colins hand on your clit through your underwear making soft circles, you started moaning as your back arched up towards him showing him you were enjoying it, you struggled to talk through your moans but you persisted

“Please Colin” he smirked down at you knowing exactly what you wanted, he pulled off your underwear before his own and lining his size up to you before slowly pushing in, both of you moaning over the sounds of your skin now completely naked, Colin began thrusting faster and you could feel the familiar warm tingling feeling in your lower stomach

“Colin I’m- “

“Shhh its okay love just let it happen” you could feel that tingling grow as your whole body was suddenly washed over in pleasure and you began to contract around his size, Colin rid out your orgasm but as soon as he knew it was done he lifted you off the desk and onto the floor, you knew exactly what he wanted. Getting down to your knees you teased him gently by licking around his tip before taking his whole size in your mouth bobbing back and forth, hearing colins moans gave you nothing but pure pleasure as you started to speed up, it didn’t take long for Colin to reach his climax and pull out of your mouth while you swallowed his load.

“I’m not bad for only an assistant” you joked seeing Colin smirk at you before you both pulled on your previously discarded clothing “Now back to work” you said about to reach for the fan letters before Colin stopped you

“You can do that tomorrow, why don’t we go back to mine for round two” he winked at you handing you your coat.

It’s obvious to say but the next day you weren’t the first one there, in fact, both you and Colin had obviously not gotten a lot of sleep.

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{ The Late Train; }

Summary: You catch the 8:30 train every night to comfort Stefan, to listen to him, to be there for him. But when he needs you the most, you end up having to catch the late train.

Word Count: 2,127 (yikes)

A/N: Thank you @xyfanficarchive for the inspiration! I hope I did it justice, but this is probably hella shitty since I did it pretty quickly. 

Warnings: Dark Themes, Death, Loss, *spoiler* Implied Suicide

Taglist: @connorshero (Thank u for coming on this Bandersnatch/Fionn Whitehead journey with me) and @onl-you | Let me know if you want to be added to this fandom list!

[ You promised me, (Name). You promised. ]

“Stefan, you need to start getting out of the house. You need to socialize, and, I dunno, eat?” You heard your boyfriend’s muffled groan on the other side of the phone, muttering something about poison in the food.

“I know, [Name]. Dad’s out of Sugar Puffs again, I’ll just have that for a snack after he gets it from the supermarket,” Stefan argued, and predicted what was to come.

“Stefan, you are killing yourself here. Eat, or I will march over there on foot and force that goddamn cereal down your throat myself,” you huffed, and Stefan chuckled into the phone. “I know you’re shy, Stefan, but if you need anything from me, anything at all, I will take a train over.”

“You don’t need to do that, (Name). Hearing your voice is enough,” Stefan murmured, just loud enough, just clear enough that you could hear, and as much as he wished to stop there, to stop you from putting in the extra trouble, his blabbering mouth continued.

“I wish you could be here, though. You’re so warm, and cuddly, and I love to hear your laugh . . . It’s so cute and I jus-“ but he paused in the middle, clenching his fist around the phone as he cursed himself for saying too much.

A small giggle, albeit distorted, was received by Stefan, and he joined in. He heard you sigh right after, before some shuffling was heard. “Fine, love, I’m coming over. Just this once, and only because I love you.”

Stefan hummed, satisfied and prepared to be endowed with your familiar presence. He smiled to himself. “Thanks, love. What train are you taking?” he asked, curiously. He glanced at the clock, scanning the hands. 8:15. He let out a breath, relieved.

“I’ll be taking the 8:30, I guess. I know you’ll be worried about me but I’ve got keys between my knuckles, so I’ll be fine.” Hearing the unamused noise over the line, you allowed yourself to reassure him. “I promise.”

“Just,” Stefan breathed in quickly, “come quick, love. I’ll be waiting. Goodbye.”

“It’s not a ‘goodbye’, it’s a ‘see you soon’. Because I will be there. I promise, Stefan. I won’t be late,” you stated. Muttering another farewell, you hung up, grabbed some cash, and walked to the nearby train station.

You sat down, grabbing your Walkman and popping in a mixtape that Stefan had given you. You smiled at the memory of him faintly bobbing his head to the beat, the only time the boy even moved to music. The poor man was afraid of ridicule for being a terrible dancer, even if it was all in good fun.

And all the sudden . . . you arrived. You hopped off the train and began walking to Stefan’s house, luckily knowing where it was without having to even look up. It was quite easy to spot, after all, the house was engrained into your memory.

You’d heard and seen it all: being called by Stefan’s worried dad who didn’t know what to do, being called by Stefan himself, and you’d even been called by Stefan’s therapist just so she could make sure she knew what was going on.

Every time, over the past few months, you came here. You sat down with Stefan’s dad, you chatted with his therapist, and held Stefan close. You forced him to eat, to take care of himself, and you even tried to cease his descent into madness. Alas . . . it didn’t do much.

You knocked on the door and Stefan rushed over, opening the door and nearly banging the wall, almost tripping over a few things. He was a nervous, fumbling mess, and you knew why.

Stefan could never handle the thought of you getting on a train. Derailings were very uncommon, very unlikely, and highly improbable. It didn’t stop him from worrying on and on about it. So you let him fall into your arms again, and held him.

“Stefan,” you muttered into his unruly, curly, unbrushed hair, “I’m not going anywhere. You’re stuck with me, love. I won’t leave you, ever, I promise.” You closed your eyes as the sobs echoed on the stone of the porch, allowing him to let it all out.

If only you could mend the broken pieces, you would. His heart was a mosaic and it was a complicated design, but if you needed to study it for years, and try to do it justice forever, you would. You loved him, after all.

This became routine, Stefan calling and begging for you to come over just at 8:15, you obliging and catching the 8:30 train, and holding him as he cried. Occasionally listening to his conspiracy rants, helping him organize his desk, and hand-feeding him sugar puffs.

Just as that became routine, so did you checking your bank account, hoping to find opportunities to make some side-cash so you could afford visiting him every other night. So did your parents scowling at you, making snide comments about how the man should be taking care of the lady, and not the other way around.

You brushed it off, but looking over your bank statement, you knew that you couldn’t do this anymore. You loved him, you really did, so very much, but this was not working out. It took a toll on your own health, your own well-being, and your other relationships.

So, as you took a deep breath, you answered the usual ringing of the phone after dark. You expected to hear a Stefan that would ask gently for you to come over, telling you it was the last time, but instead, you were met with . . . silence.

“Stefan?” you questioned, and you heard a harsh breath being blown out. Something was wrong, more wrong than it had been since this all started. There were a few more, over and over. You could picture him inhale, and exhale.

“I-I . . . I need you,” he breathed, and something about that statement hit you right in the heart. There was no way you could deny him this time.

“What is it, Stefan?” you asked, and another exhale was heard. Your nerves were frantic, and you attempted to gather your things while still listening to him. You would try to be on with him as long as possible.

“It’s . . . It’s been a rough week. It’s all crashing down, (Name). I just- I just need you, I need you here, with me. I feel like it’s all tumbling down, and sometimes, I just- how did I manage without you?

“I’m so sorry. I’m so, so sorry. And, I love you, (Name). I know this has been rough on you, and you don’t have to come- oh god, I’ve been bugging you. I should- I should just hang up, now shouldn’t I? I don’t mean to annoy you, it’s just been so rough and I-“

“Stefan,” you interrupted gently. “Breathe, darling, breathe. I’ll be right over. You’ve got this, love. I’m always going to be right by your side. I’ll be there soon, but- breathe. And wait for me.”

“I love you so much, (Name).”

“I love you more, Stefan. I’m coming.”

You hung up, quickly stepping into your sneakers, ignoring the untied laces and racing out the door. You checked your watch, 8:20. Oh god, you were going to be late. This prompted you to run even quicker, your small purse getting tossed around and-

Ouch. You’d tripped on your shoelace, though you’d caught yourself with your hands. They were only a little scratched up, not bleeding, but then, you lifted your gaze. The contents of your purse were spilled all over the sidewalk.

You began frantically stuffing everything back in, checking for the cash, making sure you had something to pay for the ticket. You did. You had everything. Thank whatever higher power. You picked yourself back up, tying your shoelaces, and continuing your journey to the train station.

You glanced down to your watch quickly, jaw clenched as your feet screeched to a halt, and staring up at the tracks. Your train was gone, and it was 8:33. You closed your eyes as you breathed out a frustrated sigh, and you quickly went over to buy a new ticket for the 8:45 train.

Stefan settled down, allowing himself a minute to breathe and rest. He felt relieved. You were going to be here, you were going to hold him, and he could get lost in you. He could wrap his arms around you and feel your skin against his.

He would be able to brush his hands through your hair, and you would do the same. And he would bury his head in the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent and nuzzling into the soft fabric of your shirt. He would finally be content, at home, at peace.

So, he smiled to himself. He thought about all his moments with you, he thought about your smile and your laugh. He thought about how happy you made him. And he heard his name called from downstairs.

He looked at the clock, 8:50. You should be here by now. You were a 20-minute train ride away. You should be knocking on his front door now. Maybe his dad was calling because you were here. So he trudged down the steps.

The TV was blaring, his dad focused in on it. The imagery of a train flashed, and Stefan’s eyes scanned it. Another train had derailed. That was the 8:45. You always, always took the 8:30. You must have just been late. You took the 8:30, Stefan knows you did.

“Did she take that train?” Stefan’s dad asked.

Stefan shook his head no, “I don’t think she did. She always takes the 8:30.” But he gasped as they said your name. You were on that train.

He was still, unmoving for a few seconds, before dropping to his knees. He stared at the TV, at the picture of you, pronounced dead. His ears rung, his vision slowly fading and every moment with you flashed before his eyes.

His eyes clouded with tears, only a few shedding before the vision of the TV was blocked by his dad, rushing to his side, hugging him as they both sobbed. There’s a certain hole you’d managed to fill, only to be ripped out again and twice the size.

So he ragdolled, letting his arms drop to his sides and every muscle in his body to go limp before he screamed. His head throbbed in pain, his vocal cords were raw and his heart wasn’t any less torn. But he continued until there was no air left. And he let himself fade into the black.

[ I won’t leave you, ever, I promise. ]

Stefan uncaringly glanced into the mirror, staring at his black suit. He swallowed thickly, and looked away before placing his game into a box, and attaching a note to it. He left the room, watching the sunrise and walked with his dad to the car.

He gazed numbly out the window, his eyes were hollow and he shut the door harshly when he arrived. There was no grief left, no confusion as to what he would do without you. Because he knew. So he stood, hands by his side and no tears down his face, looking at your closed casket, though his dad was staring worriedly at him.  

He brushed it off, but he couldn’t shake off the harsh glares sent to him by your parents. At least he finally agreed with them on something. That your death was his fault.

You didn’t have to get on that train, you didn’t have to pay him a visit. He could’ve survived without you there, he always had managed that. He got caught up in the pleasant feeling of you, and couldn’t get enough.

He forced you to get on that train. You wouldn’t have been on it if it weren’t for him. The irony of it all seeped in; the 8:45 train, the derailing, his involvement. And he knew that everything he touched, no matter how beautiful, he destroyed.

[ How did I manage without you? ] | { I didn’t. }

It was time to end the cycle. After the funeral service, which ceased at, ironically, 8:30, he walked to the train station. He watched the train as the 8:45 train skidded down the very tracks he was standing on, and he waited patiently . . . he yearned to be with you again.

Finally, he couldn’t destroy anything. Finally, he was with you again. Finally, he was free.

[ You promised. ]

[thefudge]

The best seduction, the only seduction in fact, is giving up your freedom. Colin/Stefan

yes, i am that person 

[bandersnatchyourweave]

im nervous

the whole choose your own adventure thing is happening.. I think it would be really cool to have a few authors working on it. Please message me if you're interested! I am currently working on the sample/beginning part. each author would be assigned their part for example I might be responsible for making up a path. I would write out the parts and send it to the other authors for revision and opinions before posting it to my blog. there is so much more i want to explain but i already feel like no one is going to do this with me so i will stop this post here.

bellow are some authors that write for bandersnatch to sister snatch their opinions: 

@imaginedisish​ @justauthoring​ @alexs-ummers​ @sad-libs​ @lunalife101​ @a-second-hand-sorrow​ @tricksters-captain​ @tolerableimagines​ @synthsoup​ @harringtons-writer​ @tomhollandeu​ @sseunnii​ @moonkissedtom​ @connorshero​ @countlessimagines @stefansunshine @chjest-trbl

ps im really nervous to post this so i don’t want this to flop

[imaginedisish]

Shout (Colin Ritman x Reader) (Bandersnatch)

A/N: WOOAAAHH TWO IMAGINES (kinda because it’s technically tomorrow since it’s 12:17 am where I am) IN ONE DAY???? WHAAATTT!!! I felt bad because my posting schedule was extremely off this weekend, so I wrote this up this evening. This is based on an anon request I got a few days ago, and the title is based on the song of the same name by Tears For Fears. This imagine is pretty dark...so make sure you check out those warnings...anyway...Stefan smut will be posted tomorrow! Until then...enjoy this! (P.S: I hope I wrote this okay...I really don’t want to offend anyone...I just write what I get requested and hope  that I do the request justice. If you are offended, pls lmk...I will rewrite this or remove it immediately)

Summary: Thakur sexually assaults you in a meeting, and Colin refuses to let his disgusting behavior slide.

Warnings: Sexual assault/sexual harassment, angst, lots of language, fighting, blood, and luckily mega fluff in the end and as well as the middle for some relief...obviously mega canon divergence

Word Count: 1,983+

Your knee bounces up and down anxiously as the secretary to your left types away violently at her typewriter. You felt like a child waiting to be called into the principal’s office, and you hated it. 

It had been three months since you had started working at Tuckersoft as a game designer, and you absolutely loved it. You had made great friends, one of which being The Colin Ritman. You didn’t see him as any sort of celebrity, though. You saw him as someone you could depend on, someone you had come to love.

You and Colin clicked the very second you stepped foot into Tuckersoft. What started out as him simply admiring and appreciating your work flourished into a beautiful friendship, and eventually, a bit of a massive crush on your end.

Everything seemed to be going extremely well. That is, until you were called into Thakur’s office. His secretary had paged you so harshly, far too harshly for there not to be some sort of problem.

“(Y/N), Mr. Thakur will see you now.” Your head snaps towards the secretary, who’s words brought you back to reality. You stand up slowly, trying to brush the wrinkles from your dark green cargo pants away. You then reluctantly trod towards the door to Thakur's office, your heeled black boots thumping heavily against the carpeted floor. 

You hesitate before pulling down on the door handle as an unsettling feeling fills your gut. Your instincts beg you not to enter the office, but you know you have to. 

You take a deep breath, and slowly open the door. 

“(Y/N)! It’s good to see you mate!” Thakur calls out, a smile plastered across his face. “Now we need to talk! Take a seat!” He seems to be rather cheerful as he motions for you to take a seat in the armed chair across from him.

You nod in response, pulling out the chair and quickly sitting down. Thakur clasps his hands together under his chin. 

“You know what?” Thakur questions, pausing for a second. “I hate this space between us, don’t you?” Thakur quickly stands up, dragging his large, black swivel chair behind him as he walks in your direction.

He finally reaches you, plopping himself down in his chair. Maybe it was the fact that he smelt like wet dog, but there was something that made you feel extremely uncomfortable about this interaction with Thakur. 

“This is better, no?” Thakur questions, smirking like the cheshire cat. 

You ignore the strangeness of his actions. “So what was it that you wanted to talk to me about, Thakur?” You ask, cutting straight to the point as you anxiously pull on the collar of your The Cure shirt. 

“Ah, yes!” Thakur scooches closer to you, “About the release of your game…” He trails off, pointing a finger in your direction as he rolls the chair even closer to you once again. You begin to feel more unsettled as the apparent space between you and Thakur seemingly disappears into thin air. 

Your heart jumps into your throat. “It’ll be released just in time for Christmas, I know. We talked about this already.” Your words are hurried, as you want nothing more than for this meeting to be over.

“About that,” Thakur pauses, moving closer to you so that his knee is now pressing up against yours. “That’s not going to happen, love.” You cringe at his use of the word love. It was something Colin called you often, but never Thakur. It felt so wrong to hear that word come out of his lips. Thakur opens his mouth once more. “That is, unless…”

Suddenly Thakur’s hand lands on your thigh, brushing the area slowly, making its way towards the last place you would ever want Thakur to touch you. 

You quickly push yourself back, jumping out of the chair. “What the hell?” You shout out, feeling nauseous and absolutely disgusted. 

Thakur pushes himself out of the chair, and rushes over to you. “Oh come on! Don’t be such a prude!” He says, walking closer towards you. You try to back away, but he has you cornered. He grabs your wrists forcefully with his hands. 

He pushes you up against the wall as tears rush to your eyes. 

“Get the fuck off of me!” You scream. But Thakur doesn’t listen. Before he could do anything else, you forcefully bring your knee up into his crotch, successfully kneeing the prick in the balls. 

“Holy shit!” Thakur cries out in a high pitched voice, backing away from you in pain. You take this chance to run out of the office. 

“What the bloody hell was going on in there?” The secretary asks firmly, standing up from her desk. You ignore her, and proceed to sprint down the hallway. 

Tears continue to rush to your eyes, an it feels as though the walls are closing in on you. The fluorescent lights burn your skin. You stop running, and rest your back against the wall. You slide down to the ground, pulling your knees into your chest. 

That’s when the tears begin to fall at free will. You sob heavily to the point where you can no longer breathe. It feels as though a million elephants are sitting on your chest. The world was spinning. You put your head down to rest on your knees. You feel helpless as your panic attack grows worse and worse. 

Then, out of nowhere, you hear a calm, familiar voice. “(Y/N)?” Colin coos. You lift your head from your knees, and you see the blonde boy crouching in front of you. He brings a hand to your cheek, trying to wipe the uncontrollably falling tears away. “Are you alright? What happened?” His voice is soft and reassuring. 

“Th-thakur…” You can’t speak. You didn’t want to recall what had just happened. It was all too painful.

“Did that son of a bitch fire you?” Colin’s voice is firm. “I swear, I’m going to kick his ass if he did.” You say nothing in response, and Colin brings a hand up to the back of your neck. He begins to play with your hair.

“H-he d-din’t fire me,” You’re finally able to stutter, inching closer to Colin. “H-he…” You trail off, staring into Colin’s eyes through the silver rims resting on his nose. You wished he could read your mind so you didn’t have to say what Thakur did to you. 

“Wait a minute,” Colin’s eyes widen with shock. “D-did that prick,” He pauses, attempting to fathom the words that were about to come out of his mouth. “Did he touch you?” He questions  softly, still combing his hand through your hair. 

You nod, suddenly sobbing heavily once again. Colin drops to his knees, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you tightly into his embrace. 

You whimper and sob into Colin’s chest as Colin plants soft kisses on the top of your head. 

“I’m so sorry, love. I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere. Everything is going to be fine,” Colin whispers, his arms still wrapped tightly around you as he gently rubs the small of your back. 

You feel safe in Colin’s arms. You feel like no one could hurt you now. Your troubles, while still in the back of your mind, melt away temporarily as your nose is filled with Colin’s distinct scent of vanilla, cinnamon and cigarettes. 

“Th-thank you,” You mumble into his chest. Colin continues to pepper the top of your head with gentle kisses. 

“There’s no need to thank me, love,” Colin purrs, pulling apart from you. “Now, I’ve got something to take care of quickly. Stay here, I’ll be right back.”

Before you could protest, Colin quickly pushes himself off the ground, adjusting his silver frames, and storming off in the direction of Thakur’s office. 

“Colin, wait!” You call out, standing up, attempting to catch up with the blonde boy. He ignores your call, and continues to sprint towards Thakur’s office. Colin turns a corner, leaving your line of sight. 

What the hell is he going to do? You think to yourself as you pick up your pace, turning the corner that Colin went down. 

You spot Colin as he approaches Thakur, who’s back is facing Colin. 

“Hey, dickhead!” Colin shouts, causing Thakur to turn around instantly. 

Without hesitation, Colin runs up to Thakur, his hand in a fist. 

“Fuck you, you fucking prick!” Colin yells, his fist coming up to punch Thakur with all the strength he has inside of him. “That’s what you get for touching her, fuckface!” Colin screams as Thakur falls to the ground in shock. 

“Stop Colin, please don’t hurt me anymore mate!” Thakur cowers, cover his face with his hands. 

Colin’s knuckles are bleeding. He ignores his injury, standing over Thakur, grunting as he harshly kicks Thakur in the crotch. Thakur’s hands immediately move to the affected region as he cries out in pain.

“I’m in love with that girl! How dare you fucking touch her?” Colin yells, pointing towards you, his face red, and his brows furrowed in anger. His eyes don’t leave Thakur for one second. “And I swear to fucking god, if you ever even think about touching her again, you won’t just be on the ground,” Colin spits in Thakur’s right eye, “You’ll be in it, mate.”

Colin swiftly kicks Thakur in the groin once more, and storms towards you. 

Once Colin meets your side, he slowly intertwines his fingers with yours, and pulls you out of the Tuckersoft office. 

You don’t know what to say as you and Colin walk down the many flights of stairs, exiting the building and walking out onto the streets of South London. 

After some thought, you know exactly what to say.

“Y-you’re in love with me?” You ask, stopping in your tracks, staring up at Colin. He nods once, as if it was a widely known fact. 

“Yes, of course I am,” He states matter of factly. Colin continues to walk along, in turn pulling you along with him. He stares deeply into your eyes. “I don’t expect you to give me any sort of answer. I know how much you’ve been through today, and I don’t want to pressure you into anything.” Colin looks forward again, pulling you swiftly through the city streets. 

But you stop again, pulling Colin closer to you. “I-I l-love you too, Colin. I-I really do.” Your quick answer takes him by surprise.

Colin smiles widely, his brows arching upwards. You had always seen him smirk, but you had never seen him smile. 

That smile, that damned smile made your heart flutter in your chest. It made you feel safe despite everything that had happened. 

Colin pulls you into a tight embrace, one hand pressed against the small of your back, the other on the nape of your neck.

“Thank you, again, Colin,” You whisper into his chest. You pull apart from him, and look down at his right hand. His knuckles are still a bloody mess. You grab his hand, holding it carefully in yours. 

“I’m fine, Colin says, his ocean eyes staring into yours. He adjusts his glasses nonchalantly with his free hand. You shake your head in disagreement. 

“Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?” You giggle for the first time all day. Colin smiles again, and nods in response. You pull lightly on his hand, leading him forward. 

“But, if you get to take care of me, then I get to take care of you too, got it?” Colin says firmly, arching a brow in your direction. You nod in response, and the corners of Colin’s mouth turn upwards. 

While you had been through so much, Colin seemed to make things feel okay. 

You felt better now, especially with him. 

And that meant the world to you.

[bandersn-atch-blog]

My Fair Lady

““Maybe” was so nice!!! I like your writing a lot. May I please request a Stefan and reader who really likes musical theater? (There’s a musical called “My Fair Lady” that if you’d want to use that’d be perfect but if not no pressure!) Maybe the reader gets a role and doesn’t tell him that it’s the leading one until he sees them on stage? I love broadway a lot and I’m full of feelings thanks for your time!!!”

Warnings - Nothing just fluff

Word Count - 902

A/N I loved this request it’s so cute thank you for sending it:~) I really hope it’s what you wanted (I’m sorry this is super cheesy and mostly exposition, I also know nothing about theater oof)

Stefan and I hadn’t been dating for too long but the short time that we had spent together we got very comfortable and used to each other’s hectic schedules quickly. We met in a quaint bookstore, I visited there often and recognized him as he had been there at the same time s me before. Our first conversation sparked as we were both buying Pygmalion and discussed our mutual interest in the book, music, and video games. The relationship was something we both had to work hard far due to our conflicting schedules. My love for Broadway brought me to working on small musicals in my area and Stefan was new to game developing so our time together was very constrained but we found different was to make it work. We became official when he was a little over halfway done with Bandersnatch and we both helped each other out in any way we could.

When I saw that the theater in our area was holding auditions for “My Fair Lady” I knew I had to try out. Pygmalion was one of my favorite novels and the reason Stefan and I started talking which that made me want to be a part of it even more. Before I auditioned I decided that didn’t want to get mine or Stefan’s hopes up because I knew the competition would be fierce, every other theater actress in the area would want to be Eliza. I would keep it to myself until I was sure that the part was mine.

Hiding it proved to be a little difficult since most of my free time that I would usually spend reviewing my lines I was spending with Stefan but after a few late nights reviewing the script I was ready to audition. The morning of thought was a mess. I was a nervous wreck and didn’t have Stefan to calm me down like he usually would but I pulled through and it all surprisingly went by like a breeze. I was in a great mood and had a lunch date with Stefan after the audition which seemed like the perfect time to let him know about the part and how well my day went. On my way there though,  I decided that maybe keeping it a secret for a bit longer would be smarter, maybe the audition didn’t go as well as I thought and I didn’t get the part, in that case, it would be best if Stefan didn’t know about it altogether. So it was decided, I wouldn’t tell Stefan about the part until I was officially cast. This, of course, was almost two months ago and my performance was scheduled for tonight. Don’t get me wrong, once I got the news the first thing I wanted to do was tell Stefan, but I saw how well I was keeping my secret under wraps so I wanted to see how far I could keep it going. So there I was on my way to meet up with Stefan to get to the theater together and see the musical that he thought I was just helping out behind the scenes with.

Once we arrived I walked with him to his seat and headed backstage to get ready at a record time. My nerves were back and not having Stefan there was difficult but I knew it would be worth it. The curtains parted and the bright lights (only slightly blinded me) as the music started. The whole thing was a breeze and my nerves disappeared as I perform the story I loved. Something about this role made felt so much more inspired than anything I had ever performed and I could see it was because of my personal attachment to the play. This felt so personal and the fact that it was this story that brought me and the boy I loved together made me love it even more. These were the moments that made me love performing and knowing that Stefan was sitting right there watching filled me with so much glee. As much as I loved being on stage I was highly anticipating seeing Stefan and hearing what he had to say about my performance.

After I took my final bow I dashed backstage to get changed and meet Stefan at the front of the theater. As I walked out I spotted him standing there jacket in hand and a glowing smile stretched across his face. I couldn’t hold myself back and ran into his arms and giggled into his shoulder as he spun me around.

“That was incredible,” Stefan said into my ear. “Absolutely incredible.”

“You’re not upset that I didn’t tell you right?” I said pulling my head out to face him but remand in his arms. “I really wanted to surprise you - with this story being the reason we started talking and all.”

“I was speechless when I saw you up there,” He said after pressing a kiss to my forehead. “That story will always be special to me but tonight just made it mean that much more to me.”

I laced my fingers through Stefan’s and smiled brightly at him. His sweet words never failed to bring a pink tint to my cheeks and after the performance, I felt euphoric. I finished performing the story I loved and now I was heading home with the boy I loved what more could I ask for?

[waywardandwestward]

One Body (Chapter 1)

A Colin Ritman x OFC fanfic

"What you say or do doesn't matter; only feelings matter. If they could make me stop loving you that would be the real betrayal."  ~ George Orwell, 1984.

Warning(s): Nothing much, just minor swearing. Was not beta read.

A/N: Hello friends! It’s been a long time since I’ve posted anything that I’ve written, mostly because of school and work, but I’m happy to say that my Thesis is done and I can focus on writing things for my own enjoyment again! I’m not sure how much more of this fic I’m going to write, especially because my focus is on finishing Let Me Be Your Shelter, but this concept has been in my head for days now and I needed to get it on paper so I could focus on other things. Depending on the response, I might write more!

It should also be noted that this takes place before the events of Bandersnatch. I hope you enjoy!

Chapter 1

Colin Ritman strolls lazily into the large office building with his hands in his pockets and an unlit cigarette dangling out of his mouth. His ears are covered by the headphones connected to his Walkman, which is currently playing nothing. He prefers to observe his surroundings without being intruded on by random people in the street or those chatting in the lobby.

When he lights his cigarette inside the elevator he gets a few looks from the men in suits next to him, to which he ignores by staring down at the pale Chucks he’s wearing on his feet. The elevator takes him up to his floor, and as he enters his work space, he’s a bit surprised to see the place completely empty.

Colin Ritman never cared very much about whether or not he was late for work. Given all the money he’s made for the company in the last year, his boss didn’t really seem to care much either. But, it did strike him as odd that he managed to arrive so early. In the last three years he’s been working for the company not once had arrived before anyone else. He shakes off the confusion rather quickly with another drag of cigarette and makes his way to his desk. He relaxes into his spin-style chair while he waits for his computer to boot up.

Just as his computer fully turns on, he finds himself falling into daze. Right as his eyes drift drift closed, he’s brought back to attention by the feeling of a tap on his left shoulder and the sound of a tiny cough.

“Excuse me?” The shy voice behind him says.

Colin spins the chair around to see a woman smiling courteously down at him. She stands hands together, playing with her mint painted fingernails until she feels the need to brush a strand of her curly brown hair out of her line of sight, and adjust her brown satchel hanging over her left shoulder. He pulls off his headphones and smashes his cigarette into the ash tray next to his computer. “I’m sorry to interrupt. I’m here for an interview with Mr. Thakur. I know I’m a little early, but I just wanted to make sure this was the right place….”

American, he notes as she continues on. Her face is round with soft features and the greenest eyes Colin had ever seen. She’s wearing a large lavender colored sweater with a white, collared blouse underneath. The sweater lays over a floral skirt, and she stands in a pair of brown oxfords with white socks that end at her calves. Her body is jittering. Drinks too much coffee, he observes. Moderately desperate, he assumes. “If you could just point me in the right direction, I’d really appreciate it.”

Too polite, he thinks.

“You don’t want to work here.”

She’s taken aback by his bluntness. “I don’t?”

“No, go home. He’s attempts to turn back to his desk, but she stops him.

“Hold on a second,” he raises an eyebrow up at her and than glances at the hand firmly placed on the back of his chair. “Sorry.” she lets go, but she keeps eye contact with him to make sure that he doesn’t turn around again. “This is one of the best game development companies in England-

“The world actually-” he corrects.

“Why wouldn’t I want to work here? You work here.”

“Yeah, well, never said I liked it,” Colin shrugs. “And, I’m not his type am I?”

“Excuse me?” Her forehead creases when she asks. He finally manages to turn his chair back fully to his computer this time. The young woman takes a second to compose herself, standing up taller and stiffening her back. “Look, I’ve dealt with plenty of jerks trying to get up my skirt before. I shouldn’t have to deal with it, but I do. Besides, who are you to say I don’t want this job?” Her hands have dropped to her side and Colin can’t help but notice that her voice has lowered an octave. The sudden change in demeanor almost made Colin turn around again. “You know? Don’t answer that, it’s irrelevant anyway. The fact is I need this job. I need it in order to graduate, so if you could please direct me to Mr. Typical-Boss-Man’s office, it would be greatly appreciated!” she ends her statement a little too sharply for Colin’s liking, but he does begin to feel that this stranger warrants his attention.

Colin sighs and thinks about apologizing for a moment, but figures after her meeting with Thakur, he’ll never see her again. Whatever job she’s going after, he knows his boss won’t give it to her. Even if she is his type. “It’s that room there,” he points to the open room exposed by glass windows. “There’s a couple of chairs if you want to...” he points out.

She nods and sits down across the room by Thakur’s door. Colin moves back to his work just as a few of his co-workers begin to arrive and set up at their own stations. He can still see her though, waiting for Thakur. She’s twiddling her fingers and the strap on her satchel, evolving back into the seemingly shy woman he’d seen the moment she’d tapped his shoulder. He does his best ignore her, but his eyes can’t help but drift away from his work.

“Well, shit,” he says to himself. Stupid Conscience.  He walks over to her.

The young man hovers over her and she realizes how tall and almost intimidating the man is. Almost. His bleached hair and pin-striped jeans gave the sense that he cared somewhat about his appearance, or at least his aesthetic, and yet the way his body slouched over and the way his glasses slipped down the ridge of his nose made her wonder if he cared about anything at all. “For the record, I wasn’t trying to be controlling, or tell you what do. I was just trying to warn you.”

“Is that an apology?” she asks. He’s surprised she didn’t come off more offended. Instead she just seems curious.

“I don’t know,” he replies honestly. “I’m not really the “I’m sorry’ type. Sorry means regret, and I don’t particularly believe in regret. I just wanted to clarify.”

“Clarification noted, although I don’t know if I agree that apologies are the same thing as regrets,” she says. “And I appreciate the warning. I just don’t love it when people tell me what I want, especially when their complete strangers.”

“That wasn’t the intention. Then again, maybe I’m just a arse, and it was, I don’t know. In any case,” he breathes in, “Fresh start,” He sticks one hand in his pocket reaches out the other one. “I’m Colin.”

“Colin Ritman?” she asks taking his hand. He nods with a pierced lip. “I had a feeling. Your reputation precedes you.” There’s a small smirk creeping up the side of her mouth.

“I wasn’t aware I had a reputation, outside of the list of games I created.”

“An artist is reflected in his work,” she replies. “That and I have a friend who used to work here. He talked about you all the time.”

He hums and then says, “Good things?”

“Weird things.”

“That’s not surprising.”

“No, it’s not.”

Colin tilts his head at the response, both curious and amused by the playful look she has in her eye.

“Colin!” Mohan Thakur’s large voice booms through the office. He strides up to the pair. “How are you, mate?” Colin replies with another quick pierce of the lips. and a slow head nod  His eyes stray toward his new friend giving her a wink that this was the man that she’d been waiting to see. “Who’s your friend, here?” She immediately understood what Colin had been insinuating about his boss earlier. Mr. Thakur’s eyes linger just a little too long over her body as he speaks.

“This is…” Colin freezes when he realizes he never caught her name.

“Lilith,” she replies to both of them. “Lilith Carlina.”

“Lilith, this is Mohan Thakur,” Colin says.

“Well, what brings you by...” his eyes are still lower than they should be, but the young woman shrugs it off, “...Lilith?”

She’s not sure if she should squint her eyes in confusion or roll them at his obvious crude behavior. In order to come off professional she chooses the former. “I had an interview set up for this morning. About the internship.”

“The internship?” It’s Colin who chooses to roll his eyes at his boss. “Right! See, this is why we need an intern. So I have someone else to remember my meetings for me.” Lilith attempts to laugh along politely while Colin slowly backs himself away from the conversation, giving the young woman a small wave as he does so. She does the same for him.

“Why don’t you step through my office here, and we can have a chat,” the older man says opening the door. Lilith can feel his eyes watching her as she steps through the door frame. She’s grateful that this room is completely transparent.

The room takes up practically a third of the office space and seems to double as the team meeting areal, for at one side of the room there is a large table, while at the other side there is a desk and a couch. “Go ahead and take a seat in front of the desk, yeah?”

She does as he suggests, crossing her legs as she makes it into the chair. Thakur takes his seat behind the desk. “So, where are you from, Lilith?”

“Kansas,” she replies.

“Oh,” Thakur draws out. “Well, you don’t sound it.”

What is a person from Kansas supposed to sound like? She thinks to say, but doesn’t. Again, she tries to keep herself composed. “My mom’s from New York and my dad’s from Michigan so…”There’s an awkward pause for a moment before Lilith decides to take control of the interview. “Look, about the job-”

“Yes, the job,” he pulls a pen out of a holder on his desk. “What makes someone like you interested in game design?”

Oh, here we go with the “someone like you” bull shit. she straightens up and makes sure that her hands which are now tightened into tense fists are hidden out of Mr. Thakur’s view..”My major is in computer studies, and about halfway through my sophomore year my roommate and I got a bit obsessed with Pitfall! and that’s when I realized game design was my calling.”

“Interesting,” he said. “What made you want to study in England?”

“Actually, I went NYU for most of my academic career. But I thought for my last semester I’d go exploring. I’m a part of a study abroad program.”

“Really?!” his false enthusiasm was beginning to grate on Lilith’s nerves.

“That’s why I’m here. One of my requirements is that I need to intern at a company that falls under the same focus as my career path.”

“I see,” the man sighs. “Well, unfortunately there’s not much I can do for you.”

Lilith’s pupils flared, “What? But I thought you said-”

“Our budget’s capped I’m afraid.”

“It’s a non-paid internship.”

“All the spots are full.”

“But you said-”

“Look,” he stops playing with his pen folds his hands and leans into the center of the desk. “You seem like a very nice woman. But, the spots are full. And if I’m being honest, I’m a bit worried you might be a distraction.”

“A distraction for who?!” she snaps. His words make her blood boil, but she sucks in a deep breath and quiets her voice. “You haven’t even looked at my resume.” She grabs her satchel and pulls out the sheet with her listed qualifications. “Just give it a skim, please.”

Thakur receives the paper in hand and takes a minute to reads it over. “This is good,” his eyes still on the paper. “Really good.”

“I know,” she says with confidence. “Please, reconsider.”

His eyes peer over top of the resume, drifting back and forth between it and her. He chews his bottom lip in thought before saying, “There is one part time position open. It’s not an internship, but I’ll still give you the hours you need order to finish school.”

“I’ll take it!” she says quickly with a tiny glimmer of hope growing in her eyes.

His face cringes, “You’ll probably want to hear what it is first.”

“What is it?”

“We have one job left open in the budget. It’s an assistant’s job.”

“An assistant? For you?” she says, praying it’s not so.

“I wish, but no, I’m all sorted,” he replies. This is the same man who forgot we had a meeting this morning, isn’t it? Lilith questions to herself. “It’s for one of our senior developers.”

“Oh!” her voice peaks. “That sounds perfect. I can get the hours I need for school, get paid, and gain actual experience from someone in the field I want to work in.”

“Yeah, but this guy doesn’t really like having assistance. Claims he’s a ‘lone wolf’.”

Lilith’s eyes close and she nods in understanding. “Colin Ritman.”

“Yes,” Thakur says. “It seems his reputation precedes him.”Lilith laughs to herself hearing her own words spoken back to her.

“So, are you in, or out?” Thakur asks.  “It’s your choice.”

[for-ests]

Masterlist ✞

This blog is more for my one shots and requests, if you’d like to read my longer pieces, please check out my wattpad and ao3 accounts, the links are in my description!

Haikyuu!!

Love It If We Made It: Oikawa Tooru x Reader (Also posted on my ao3!)

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4

You are Karasuno’s volleyball manager, and when you tag along to their first match against Aoba Johsai, you reconnect with your childhood friend, Oikawa Tooru. A relationship soon develops, along with feelings that weren’t present before. Problems soon arise though, because of his reputation, and your troubled past that he didn’t know about.

Late Night: Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader 

Part 1 smut 

Kiss Me Again: Bokuto Koutarou x Reader

Part 1 fluff 

Admit It: Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader 

Part 1 fluff

Please Don’t Go: Kageyama Tobio x Reader 

Part 1 / Part 2 angst

Mine: Sugawara Koushi x Reader 

Part 1 fluff 

Her Way: Terushima Yuuji x Reader 

Part 1 smut

Surprisingly Soft: Tsukishima Kei x Reader

Part 1 fluff

Headcannon / Request list!

Akaashi Keiji w/ fem s/o

Bokuto Koutarou w/ fem s/o

MY HERO ACADEMIA

Valkyrie: Hawks x Reader x Dabi

Link to series on ao3, wattpad

Betrayal. Lust. Power. Rising from the shadows of her hidden life to save a stranger, Y/N L/N, a young woman with an overpowered quirk, is swept into the limelight when a video of her confronting gang members goes viral. Because of the savagery in her ways, interest from both sides is peaked. Before she can fully process what is happening, Y/N's life is turned upside down- caught between two men with conflicting ideologies that will soon change the society she knows as a whole.

Watch Me Burn: Dabi x Reader 

Part 1 angst 

Request / Headcannon List!

Domestic Shoto Todoroki headcannons 

Other anime related one shots :-) 

Dosage: Gojo Satoru x Reader

Part 1 smut

Waiting Game: Ban x Reader 

Part 1 angst / smut

TOM HOLLAND & PETER PARKER

Always Enough: Peter Parker x Reader 

Part 1 angst  & fluff

Falling For You: Tom Holland x Reader 

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 fluff & smut 

The Most Beautiful Sunset: Tom Holland x Reader 

Part 1 fluff

Request List!

Tom Holland Thanksgiving Request

Where Tom is scared of horror movies 

Pregnancy Request 

Tom Holland x art! student reader

THE MAZE RUNNER

Turn Away and Return: Gally x Reader

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

Separated by what you thought was Gally’s death, you tried to move on from the love you once held closest to your heart. You were haunted with the memory of his lifeless body and heartbreaking last words. You couldn't move on, losing yourself more and more each day-until you come face to face with him once again. 

Safe With Me: Next x Reader 

Part 1 fluff

BANDERSNATCH

Come Undone: Colin Ritman x Reader 

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4

“I don’t have one night stands…” “Yet,” A smirk appeared on his lips. “you were destined to have one with me.”

The Tulips That Nobody Asked For: Stefan Butler x Reader 

Part 1 mood board

Dizzy On The Comedown: Colin Ritman x Reader 

Part 1 angst 

To Make You Go: Colin Ritman x Reader 

Part 1 / Part 2 angst & fluff

Request List!

NSFW Colin Ritman request

OTHER

Let Go: Connor x Reader (Detroit BH) Blurb 

Shaggy vs Thanos x Reader this was a big fat joke 

All My Heart To You: Bobby Love Island Game x Reader (1) (request) 

[fionnthebandersnacc]

Finally (Stefan x reader)

Summary: The reader has a big, fat, life-disturbing crush on Stefan, but is too shy to talk to him (at all), so Colin, being the good friend and wingman he is, steps in and takes matters into his own hands. (god I'm terrible at summaries).

Pairing(s): Stefan x reader, Colin x reader (platonic)

Requested: Nope.

Warnings: Cussing, cheeky Colin, innuendos, some kisses ;).

A/N: I uploaded this to my Wattpad but I thought I should upload it here too because why the fuck not? I promise I am working on the requests I have in my inbox!! Almost finished the first one and I’ll hopefully get it up later tonight (or this morning depending on where you are??). This is an AU where Bandersnatch was successful, but without all of the bad stuff, ya know, Stefan killing his dad and getting arrested (or dying). Also lmao Colin is in this a lot more than I intended, but I just love his character so much. Also the reader and Colin have been friends their whole lives in this fic, that's why they're so close (don't take their encounters the wrong way!) Also (y/n/n) just means "your nickname"

Word count: 1,955

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Colin had known you since before he could remember, but he had never seen you in such a state as this. All day, every day, for the past two months, all you could talk about was Thakur's newest employee, Stefan Butler, who'd been hired as a permanent game developer after the success of his first game, Bandersnatch. Colin had told you about Stefan, but you hadn't met him yet. The moment you saw him walk nervously into the office, Colin saw the stars in your eyes. At first he was worried, thinking he'd accidentally slipped you one of his tabs, but it wasn't long before he realized: you had a crush. This wasn't unusual, you'd had crushes before of course, but never one like this. Normally, you were fairly confident around your crushes, but when you and Colin were introduced to Stefan, you barely uttered two words. Something about him made you nervous beyond measure. For weeks following their meeting, Colin watched you pine over him from afar, never once approaching him or making any sort of attempt to talk to him, to the point that you practically ran out of the room whenever Stefan came around.

Of course, although you never talked directly to Stefan, you'd always pin Colin down after work, walking home with him, going on and on about how cute Stefan was, asking never ending questions about Stefan, and crying that you'd never be good enough for him, to which Colin always rebutted "(y/n) mate, you are more than good enough for him." One night, after a strangely relaxed day at work, Colin asked to walk you home. You accepted, glad for the company, and glad to have someone to vent to. "Col!! He is so adorable, I think I might die. I just want to run up and kiss him. Oh my god, I could never do that, what am I saying?" Colin walked beside you silently, highly enjoying listening to you ramble on about Stefan. "Did you see how cute he looked today? I love that green sweater." Colin chuckled as your eyes glossed over the way they often did when you talked about Stefan.

"I suppose it is a nice color on him. You should tell him that." At this you scoffed, smacking Colin lightly on the arm. "I'd sooner lock Thakur in the maintenance closet and throw away the key than tell Stefan that I think he looks cute in green. Let alone talk to him at all." you replied.

Colin chuckled at your dramatic comment, tapping his chin in thought. "You know, I'd pay good money to see that (y/n)."

"Yeah well, as amusing as it would be, I like my job, Colin." Just as you reach the steps to your apartment building, you look up and see him deep in thought. "What's on your mind? I can see your wheels turning." Colin just shrugs, giving you a mischievous smirk. You frown in concern, slightly worried about what he could be planning. "Colin..."

"Don't worry about it! It's nothing, I was just remembering the episode of the Brady Bunch where Bobby locks himself in the closet." You squint at him, causing him to throw his hands up defensively. You roll your eyes and ruffle his hair. "You are such a weirdo." He smirks, and pats you on the head. "And yet I'm your best friend. What does that say about you?" You scoff at take a swipe at him, whining as he easily dodges your attack. "I'll see you tomorrow (y/n/n)." You shake your head and give him a quick hug. "See you tomorrow Col." Colin watched you walk inside, before turning around and walking briskly down the street, grinning as he started planning for tomorrow.

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You walk into the office the next day to see Colin sitting at his desk, sipping at his coffee and running through his code. You wrap an arm around his shoulders and ruffle his platinum hair, causing you to wonder what it would be like to run your hands through Stefan's hair. "Morning Col." He lifts his head, smirking up at you as he wraps his arm around your waist.

"Morning (y/n/n)." His roguish tone causes you to squint at him wearily. You gently pull yourself out of his arm and walk around to your desk, squinting at him all the while, eliciting a laugh from him. "What is up with you? You're acting weird." He grins slyly, picking up a pen and twirling it in his fingers. "Nothing. Nothing's up (y/n/n). Actually, if you wouldn't mind, could you grab me the screen cleaning kit from the supply closet?" You look at Colin flatly.

"You have legs. You can get it yourself mate." you drawl.

"Yeah I suppose I could, but you're already standing up and you're closer to the closet." You groan, nodding your head in defeat and walking down the hall. Colin lets you go for a few seconds, before getting out of his chair and quietly following after you. You fail to notice this in your sleep-deprived state, and as you crouch down in front of the cabinet, you suddenly hear the door slam shut. Panicked, you run to the door, just to hear it click, followed by a small chuckle. "Colin, I swear to god if you don't let me out of this closet right now..."

"Trust me (y/n/n), I'm doing you a favor."

"By locking me in a closet? Colin!" He just laughs, and you hear him walk away. You bang your fists on the door and call out for someone, anyone, but to no avail. With a defeated sigh, you walk to the broken safe in the corner and taking a seat, head in your hands.

You don't know how much time has passed before you hear the lock on the door slide. Relieved, you stand up, waiting for the door to open. As you prepare yourself to give Colin an earful for locking you in that goddamn closet, the door opens and you stumble back in shock, at the sight of Stefan. "(y/n)? What are you do-" before he can finish Colin shoves him inside the closet and scrambles to shut the door. You take the opportunity to fling yourself forward and pull on the doorknob, but to your disappointment, Colin has already shut the door and locked it. You remember Stefan in the room, turning around sheepishly to see him looking as confused as one would expect. He locks eyes with you, making you squirm and turn away, banging your fist on the door. "Colin, I love you but fucking let me out right now or I will tell Thakur that it was you who put that sardine in his coffee."

“Nice try, but he already knows (y/n). And I love ya too. That's precisely why I'm doing this. You'll thank me later. I'll let you out once you've talked to him."

"Talked to who? Me?" Stefan had remained silent until now, but hearing his voice made you even more panicked. "Colin let me the fuck out!! Please! Colin!!" You slump against the door, listening to the sound of his retreating footsteps.

Turning around nervously, you watch Stefan take a seat on the floor, following suit by sliding down the door to the ground. "I'm sorry that Colin locked you in here with me." You look everywhere but him, your heart is going a million miles an hour. "You don't have to apologize. It's not your fault at all." Your heart warms at his kindness, making your cheeks flush. You sigh, rubbing your eyes. "Actually it is my fault. He locked you in here because of me." You finally look him in the eyes, those beautiful green orbs, to find him looking incredibly confused. "I-I don't understand. Why would he do that?" He looks down, and you miss the way his shoulders slump. "You hate me. Why on earth would he lock me in here with you?" He mutters. You flinch at those unexpected words, you hate me. "What makes you think that?" he looks up at you again, a dejected expression on his face. "You always run away from me. You barely spoke to me when we met. Hell, this is probably the longest conversation we've ever had!" He exclaims, exasperated. You turn red at his description of your conduct. It never occurred to you that your shy behavior could've been interpreted as indifference. Suddenly the nerve you'd struck up to even look at him dissipated. "I-I don't hate you, Stefan." your voice is barely above a whisper, and his face softens when he hears this. "Then why do you always avoid me?" You take a deep breath, looking away from him. "I-I just-" You can't seem to get the words out, and you sigh, burying your head in your hands. You hear him moving across the room, and suddenly you feel him pull your hands away from your face, waiting patiently for you to explain. You take another breath, steeling yourself up. "I avoid you because-" you look up and he nods, encouraging you to continue. "Ah fuck it. I avoid you...because I like you. I have since we met. That's why I couldn't talk to you...you make me nervous." You blush profusely as you finally get the words out, pulling your arms out of his hands and avoiding his burning gaze. Your heart sinks at the silence, and you blush even harder. "I'm sorry for springing this on you, I don't expect you to recipro-" you trail off as his hands gently cup your face, lifting your head to meet his eyes. You hadn't noticed how close he had moved towards you, and you shiver, feeling his breath fan your face. "Don't apologise," he whispers, running his thumb over your jaw. He angles his face closer to you, and your eyes flutter shut, right as his lips meet yours. You don't move at first, shocked that he was kissing you in the first place, but soon you find yourself melting into his embrace. The kiss is gentle and sweet, his warm lips moving in sync with yours as he wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you closer. You tangle your hands in his soft brown hair, relishing in the warmth of your proximity. After what feels like forever, you come up for air, and Stefan starts trailing soft kisses down your neck and along your collarbone, nibbling gently on the skin in the nape of your neck. Just as Stefan slips his fingers under the hem of your shirt, the door opens, and Colin stands there, grinning smugly. "Well that went well. Should I've left you a pack of condoms?" Before he can register what is happening, you fly at him, slapping his arms and his chest. He tries to block your sharp blows, but you manage to get a few good hits in while you shout at him. "Don't ever lock me in a closet again you prick!" He smirks down at you, and you can't help but smile back. You sigh and throw your arms around his neck. "Thank you Col. I don't approve of your methods, but thanks."

"Any time (y/n/n)." He pats you on the back and turns you around, gesturing to Stefan. You walk over to him, and he takes your hand. The confidence he gained in the closet seemed to have dwindled, as he shyly looks up at you. "I know this is short notice, but would you want to grab dinner with me tonight? After work?" You smile softly at him, pulling him in for a chaste kiss. "Of course, I'd love to."

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A/N: Feel free to reblog, I don’t mind☺️hope y’all liked it