#colin ritman x fem!reader

[voidsaez]

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— lifetime #38 ( colin ritman x reader ) major char death !!

a/n : bare with me this is my first time posting + made a version w colin’s pov but idk if i like it

summary : colin falls in love with you, but no matter how many times he tries, he loses you in every lifetime.

Timeline #38 - July 14, 1984 at 9:07am

your pov :

I walked into the office, the faint sound of pens tapping and keyboards clicking the only thing filling the silent atmosphere.

Holding a bag over my shoulder, I scan the room to look for the supervisor. Thakur, his name, was it? He approaches me.

He speaks cheerfully, “New hire, yeah? Y/N? Nice to meet you, I’m Mohan Thakur.”

“Welcome to tuckersoft, we’re all pretty uh, unorthodox here, you’ll fit right in.”

I smile politely, trying to be nice while having no idea what to expect from an office full of guys who’re all stuck in their minds.

He jerks his head over to the other side of the office as he speaks up. “Let’s get you settled in. You’ll be next to Colin Ritman. He’s one of our brilliant minds, a bit quirky, but you’ll get used to him.” He says.

I give him a silent nod as I make my way to approach the desk, the man is too delved in his monitor to even realize I’m approaching him.

After standing there for a while, in silence, I speak up. “Hi, sorry, I’m Y/N, the new hire.”

The man- Colin, doesn’t look away from his monitor as his finger taps on the desk.

“Doesn’t matter, none of it does.” He mutters under his breath, barely audible. I didn’t understand and I didn’t really want to.

Still, I take a step closer, “Sorry, what was that?” I ask, looking at him.

He looks up at me, smiling unusually, but for a second, there’s a split moment wherein I can see some sort of recognition in his gaze, which was odd. I’ve never seen him before, at least I didn’t think so.

He swivels his chair slightly to turn over to me, taking the cigar out of his lips as he extends his arm for me. “I’m Colin, yeah?”

I swallow, nodding, “Yeah, Y/N, game design.” I say, taking a peek at his computer monitor “Looks intense.”

He smiles cryptically, his gaze following mine at the computer. ‘BANDERSNATCH’

“It is, but it doesn’t really matter. Every choice leads to the same end, you’ll see soon enough.” He says, grinning.

I raise my eyebrow, intrigued by the concept, It was odd. “Well maybe I like a good challenge, let me see.”

He moved over slightly, giving me enough space to stand next to him as I looked down at his glowing monitor.

“It’s more than just a game, really. It gives you the illusion of free will, when in reality, all the choices lead you to the same ending. Ever feel like you’re repeating things? like you’ve done it before?”

I was left a bit unsure on how to respond, I was expecting normal first-day small talk.

“Isn’t that what making games is kinda like? trying out different outcomes and seeing what works.” I say.

“Maybe.” He says, taking a drag of his cigarette as he speaks back up. “Or maybe it’s something else we’re stuck in, some game we don’t realize we’re in.”

I smile, letting out a soft chuckle. This guy really was a quirky one.

“Lucky for you, I’m good at solving patterns. Maybe I could help you break the loop.” I say, smiling softly.

His eyes narrow, a soft smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he nods.

“I wouldn’t count on it.” He says after a long exhale, looking up at me.

After a brief pause, I speak up. “Well, I’ll leave you to it, then.” I say, giving him a polite nod as I make my way to my cubicle.

Timeline #38 - July 21, 1984 at 10:36pm

your pov :

It’s late, and most of the office is empty. only him and I are left, working on our respective projects. The office’s dimly lit and the only sound is the faint hum of the computer fans.

“I swear some of these games are puzzles designed to make you lose your mind.” I say, stretching back as I yawn.

Colin looks over at me, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

“That’s the point. Life’s a puzzle too, the more you try to solve it, the deeper you fall into the hole.” He says.

I raise an eyebrow at him, intrigued but by this point, used to his behavior.

“Is that why you’re so — existential all the time? you think we’re in some unsolvable game?” I ask.

He pauses, looking at me as if he had something serious to say.

“What if I told you, you’ve said that before?” He questions.

I chuckle. “Déjà vu? Happens to the best of us.” I say, not taking him seriously.

His smile fades, and for a second, it doesn’t feel like a joke anymore. “No, not déjà vu. We’ve had this conversation before, 37 times. In different timelines.” He says.

I lean back in my chair, confused. “Okay, now you’re just messing with me.”

He leans back, pulling away as he returns to his project. “Forget it, you wouldn’t believe me anyways.” He sighs.

Timeline #38 - July 27, 1984 at 1:47am

your pov :

Walking down the empty streets of London at night, discussing our game mechanics and creative ideas.

“You know, I think you’re over complicating it. Not every choice has to lead to some dark spiral.” I say, nodding.

“In your game, maybe, but not in mine. No matter what I do, it’ll always end the same.” He says.

I smile at that, despite his serious demeanor.

Timeline #38 - Aug 2, 1984 at 11:27pm

your pov :

Tapping my pencil on the desk, I start to notice Colin’s behavior. He seemed nervous, waiting for something. Maybe he was just on something, eitherway I was concerned.

“You’ve been acting weird, is everything alright, Colin?” I ask, growing worried.

He stiffens, speaking in a serious tone. “No, no it’s not.” He shakes his head.

“There’s something I need to tell you, but I’m not sure you’ll believe me.” He says.

“Colin, what’s wrong?” I ask, scared.

He doesn’t look at me, but he speaks up. “We’re living in a simulation. And I’ve lived through this moment, through us, over and over again. Every time, I meet you. Every time, I lose you somehow.” He says.

What was he talking about? He can’t be serious. I was trying to process his words, trying to laugh it off, but his desperation made it seem as if it wasn’t a joke anymore.

“Colin, I-“ Before I can speak, something happens, a glitch of sorts.

There’s a flicker in the lighting, in the computers around us. His eyes widen.

“No, no, not yet. Not again.” He says, at this point, he was scaring me.

When the glitch grew worse, the numbers in the walls started growing more visible. He pulled me by my wrists, bringing me closer.

“Listen to me. When this resets, you won’t remember any of this. But I will. I’ll find you again. I always do.” He says, leaving me nothing but confused.

“Colin, wh- what’re you talking about?” I ask, frantically wanting to understand him.

The room begins to destabilize, pixels and light warping around us as the room starts to collapse. His grip tightens.

“I love you, I’m sorry, I wish you could remember, I wish I could save you.” He says, but when I try to respond, things start fading away.

I try to pull away, feeling nothing but fear and confusion as everything around us begins to fade into white noise.

Timeline #39 - July 14, 1984 at 9:07am

your pov :

I walked into the office, the faint sound of pens tapping and keyboards clicking the only thing filling the silent atmosphere.

Holding a bag over my shoulder, I scan the room to look for the supervisor. Thakur, his name, was it? He approaches me.

He speaks cheerfully, “New hire, yeah? Y/N? Nice to meet you, I’m Mohan Thakur.”

“Welcome to tuckersoft, we’re all pretty uh, unorthodox here, you’ll fit right in.”

I smile politely, trying to be nice while having no idea what to expect from an office full of guys who’re all stuck in their minds.

He jerks his head over to the other side of the office as he speaks up. “Let’s get you settled in. You’ll be next to Colin Ritman. He’s one of our brilliant minds, a bit quirky, but you’ll get used to him.” He says.

I give him a silent nod as I make my way to approach the desk, the man is too delved in his monitor to even realize I’m approaching him.

After standing there for a while, in silence, I speak up. “Hi, sorry, I’m Y/N, the new hire.”

He looks at me almost immediately, as if he was expecting me. He doesn’t seem happy.

“Yeah .. I know.” He says.

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[ultraintrovertedgryffindor]

Sucking off Colin Ritman while he’s working on his new game….that’s it….that’s my scenario request 😋

hell yeah, sure thang. sorry it's so short, but hope you enjoy nonetheless

Warnings: SMUT (MINORS DNI), oral (m!receiving)

914 Words🤙🏻

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You could hear Colin groaning in frustration from the sitting room. He had been trying to work on his new game all day and was starting to feel stuck. You felt for him, you really did. You didn’t know the tediousness and intricacies of making a game, nor did you want to.

Seeing how tired your boyfriend was all the time did not make you envious of his position. You just wished you could help him. Somehow. To relieve at least a little bit of his stress…

Then an idea sparked in your head on how to do exactly that.

You gently knocked and entered Colin’s home office, wearing a sympathetic smile on your face. “Not going so well?” 

“This goddamn code doesn’t wanna work for me today.” He huffed, tightening his fists in order to keep himself from smashing his keyboard.

You walked up behind him, wrapping your arms around him and resting your head on his shoulder. “I’m sorry, darling.” You rubbed up and down his upper arms, lightly kissing his neck and adding pressure little by little till he sighed. “Maybe you should take a break for a bit? Clear your head?”

“My head’s never clear, I’m afraid. I just gotta carry on, it’ll never get done if I keep taking breaks.”

You frowned slightly, a wrench thrown in your plans. You’d just have to improvise. “Okay then, keep working.” You lowered to your knees, Colin watching you crawl underneath his desk with a confused but amused expression.

“And where are you going then?” He chuckled.

“Nothing.” Your voice echoed from under the desk, situating yourself in between Colin’s legs and rubbing your hands along his thighs. You smirked when you heard him make a surprised noise when you started palming him through his trousers.

“Oi, what do you think you’re doing, love?” He asked darkly, his lowered voice sending a shiver down your spine and made your clit pulse with arousal.

“Don’t mind me, just keep working. Don’t let me distract you.” You stifled a giggle, undoing the zipper and button on his pants, slowly taking his cock out.

Colin let out a shaky exhale as you lightly fisted his cock, grinning proudly at yourself for your ability to make him hard instantly. “I don’t think I’d be able to concentrate when you’re doing that. Oh-!” He yelped as you took the tip of him into your mouth, letting your saliva drip down his dick and using it to pump the rest of him slowly. He slowly lolled his head back up towards the ceiling, letting out a throaty groan as you took all of him as much as you could, the tip hitting the back of your mouth briefly.

“Continue working…” You smirked from underneath his desk, continuing to bob your head up and down his length as you heard him continue to tap on his keyboard with heavy panting breaths.

Colin tried his best to work on that stupid game, but you were making him feel so good he could barely register what he was doing. He definitely was not making progress on the game. He tried to shake his head to get himself to focus, managing to code for twenty seconds at the very least before you started massaging his balls. “Fuck…” He stuttered, his toes curling and clenching his fists, moaning as he grabbed the back of your head to encourage you to move faster.

“Done with the game?” You teased with a giggle, gasping as Colin forced you out from under his desk, making you kneel before him where you were visible, finally seeing his flustered face. 

“Fuck that game. It can wait.” He huffed, pushing your head back down to his aching cock and groaning loudly as you continued to suck him off faster. “Goddamn, you know exactly what I need all the time, don’t you, darling?”

“I try.” You smiled up at him, keeping eye contact with him with tears in your eyes from gagging on his dick, the sight making Colin’s cock twitch in your mouth. “Close, baby?” You teased.

“Yes…” He panted, his eyebrows knitting together as he bucked up into your mouth.

“Come for me, darling.” You spoke breathlessly, moaning around his cock and eagerly awaiting for his climax, unable to stop yourself as you started to touch yourself while you pleasured him.

“Oh, fuck-!” He groaned, his release painting your tongue and hitting the back of your throat. You pulled off of him to show you his cum on your tongue, smiling as you swallowed every last drop. Colin bit his lip at the sight, looking down on you with a blissed out expression.

“Satisfied?” You grinned, standing up and hovering over his slouched figure in his chair, kissing him softly.

“Even more so.” He whispered, grabbing your hips to pull you in between his legs. “You didn’t have to do that for me, you know?”

You nodded. “I know, but I wanted to. You deserve a bit of stress relief, especially from this job.”

Colin pinched your side, eliciting a squeal from you. “Well, now I want to return the favour.” He smirked.

“You don't have to.”

“I know, but I want to. Now go to the bedroom while I finish up here.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Is that an order, Mr. Ritman?”

You moaned as he smacked your ass, his expression turning very serious. “It is. Go now. Or else I won’t be so kind tonight.”

“Promise?”

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mm, to be able to suck this man's cock🥵

[rae-gar-targaryen]

Oh, Let’s Get Lost [Colin Ritman Imagine]

A/N: I should be doing about a thousand other things. But then I was struck with a thought... So here we are. In any case, this probably came out really dumb. And I’ve never claimed to be a writer, beyond some questionable poetry. But if you like it, or would be interested in offering thoughts, please let me know! 

Pairing: Colin Ritman x fem!Reader (It’s left vague. Feel free to make this a self-insert! It’s sort of what I was going for anyway.) 

Warnings: None? Mentions of dream weirdness and timehopping. Some Colin Ritman chain-smoking. A couple of drinks. Bad poetry. Insomnia-friendly reading, sure to put you to sleep. 

Summary: Colin ends up in a local jazz club as a means of dodging the rain. There’s something about the singer that strikes him as familiar. A truly timeless quality, he supposes. 

**Gif is not mine!**

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Colin wasn’t entirely sure how he’d ended up here.

The jazz club was dark, the air heavy and permeated by thick clouds of cigarette smoke. He supposed he could appreciate that.

This was no Asylum -- no punk rock club. He’d ducked in to get out of the rain. He supposed, begrudgingly, he’d be more at home in a record store while waiting for the downpour to pass. Thumbing through titles that promised either heavy synth, or the thrumming guitar that would accompany some Bauhaus-esque post-punk number.

Still, with the emergence of New Romanticism that the 1980s promised, he supposed he could appreciate a resurgence in the relevance and beauty of jazz music, even if it wasn’t what he listened to in order to “get into the flow.”

Huffing, Colin plopped into a lounge chair in view of the center of the room. The clink, followed by the flicking thwip, of his lighter as he puffed on a new cigarette was almost instantaneously soothing to his frazzled nerves and rain-wrought annoyance. He leaned forward in his seat, swiping a hand through his peroxide locks. Roughly, he tugged crumpled, slightly damp, notes out of the back pockets of his high-waisted plaid bondage pants. No time like the present to get a little work done, he supposed. His almost indecipherable etchings held all the promise of another hit game. After the whirlwind success of Metl Hedd, he felt a secure, smug sense of unstoppability. He truly was quite enjoying this lifetime.

He sat in the dim, smoky room, otherwise occupied as other patrons filtered in and out, They chattered lowly, the zip of gentle jazz filtering through as time pressed on.  Of no bother to him, really. But the passage of time so rarely bothered him. He ordered a few drinks, smoked, and idly wondered if the people snobbishly opining on Ellington would have heart attacks if they’d heard Black Flag, the Cure, or Tomita.

The smooth rumble of a voice announced the hour’s lounge singer, though he hadn’t heard the name.

A tune he vaguely recognized as familiar began, though he couldn’t think of where he would have heard it. Or when. When seemed the better question.

Let's defrost in a romantic mist, Let's get crossed off everybody's list. To celebrate this night we've found each other... Oh, let's get lost…

He looked up, the singer’s voice surrounding his person like a suffocatingly familiar fog, drowning in the up-keyed Chet Baker cover.

Her.

Her smile, painted red, propped up in a tip-lipped grin.

Her hair, shining softly under the lounge’s dim lighting, ethereal.

Her voice, clear and lilting, passing over the notes with an almost easy depth and passion.

Her eyes, so sharp and astute, had a glassy, timeless quality. As hers met his, he was struck with the sudden feeling they evoked: timelessness-- no, transcendence.  He was struck with the thought. Perhaps she, like him, had explored the paths and possibilities, the snaking roots that a life free of the shackles of time promised. Had she?

Had he met her before? Strange that he was the one asking that question.

He huffed quietly, sardonically, to himself. If you had asked Stefan, it was Colin who typically held answers to questions like that. Yet here he was, quizzical and intoxicated, full of unexpected astonishment at the vocalist before him.

Timely and timeless, he thought, that he would see her today of all days. That the rain would drive him in here.

“Oh, let’s get lost.”

Her song finished, and he joined in the smattering of applause provided by the relatively small crowd, still staring at her.

She stepped down from the stage and began a circuit of the room-- idle hellos for familiar faces, a throaty chuckle for a quick joke.

At last, she stopped in front of him. He flicked the cover of his lighter as she approached. Clink. Thwip. Should he speak first?

Colin wondered: What do you say to the woman you could swear you have seen before. Hadn’t you? Or felt before? Whose presence is reminiscent of a dream-- familiar, but the exact remembering is beyond comprehension. Like... tugging a loose thread. The memory of the dream unravels, until you’re left with nothing. Nothing but words of vague description and the ideas, the feelings it left you with upon your waking.

No. Not subtle, Colin. Don’t lead with that.

She blinked down at him through his cloud of smoke. Lips still tipped in not-quite Cheshire grin. She truly was a vision, he thought, until…

A honeyed voice…

“Hello, Colin. Nice to see you.”

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A/N: That’s it. Should there be more? Or does this stand on its own? Tagging folks who might want to read my bad writing, but feel free to ignore: @andallthatmishigas @for-ests @hey-its-grey @mythologicalmango @doctoraliceharvey @tigerlilynoh 

[theoutsidies]

The Cutie and the Coder- Bandersnatch

Paring: Fem! Reader x Stefan Butler

Warning: Thakur being a dumb bitch, and harassment(?)

A/N: BIG THANKS TO @lunalife101 cuz she helped me with this and she’s just a precious bean!! Enjoy my garbage writing!

It was like any ordinary day in the Tuckersoft office. Get all the employees their coffee and goods, file paperwork, and just chill with Colin. My low-cut shirt was far more revealing than what I was used to, so I pulled it up. As soon as I did that,I felt Thakur’s cold eyes staring at me as he mouthed the words, ‘dress-code’.

When I first found out about the Tuckersoft office needing an assistant I applied for the job immediately. I mean, how hard could getting coffee and filing papers be.

I met with Thakur for an interview, feeling confident I would get the job. It started off normal, him asking questions about my past jobs and such.

“Now, Y/N, let’s just skip the b.s. I can have you working here, pronto.”

I nodded my head eagerly, “That’s great, so when-”

“But on one condition.”

I gave a confused look, but kept nodding my head for him to finish. My confidence slowly eroding away with every word he spoke.

“You have to follow a strict dress-code.”  He emphasized strict.

And that’s where it all started. Short dresses and mini-skirts, and low-cut shirts and v-necks were the only things I wore to work.

Humiliated, that’s what I felt, but when you make almost 50 bucks an hour, plus some tips on the side, it’s kinda worth it.

He came into the office carrying a box packed with knick knacks, notebooks, and such. He struggled to hold the box, almost tripping on the way in.  He threw the box down on a desk, next to Colin’s. They chit-chatted for a while before Thakur came up to the mystery boy and gave him a hard pat on his back before exclaiming, “There’s our new employee! Our superstar! The future creator of one of the best Tuckersoft games!”. It finally clicked. He had been the ‘kid’ everyone had been talking about. He was proclaimed to have, and I quote, “The best idea for a game, since ‘Metl Hedd’.

He looked about my age, and  had a boyish charm to him. I could tell he was quiet, he only spoke when someone asked a question or when someone spoke directly to him. I was excited, excited to work with a cute guy. Then,it occured to me that Thakur would probably pull one of his little perverted tricks on me. The routine was that he would bring the employee into his office, talk to them, invite me in, and then make me pick up something that he ‘dropped’. He did it to all of his employees, except Colin. Colin ran out of the room when he heard the notorious line, “Y/N, love, could you pick that up for me?”.

The meeting in Thakur’s office started the same. I was invited in, he did his signature move, knocking a stapler off his desk, and then did his line, that line that made me crumble where I stood, that made me wince. Thakur tried to make his voice low, but I could still hear him whisper to the boy that this was the best part of his job. I stared at the stapler for a moment, and then back to Thakur. I made eye-contact with the boy, his emerald eyes filled with confusion.  I hestanintly bent down, exposing my panties and my arse. I felt utterly foolish. The boy was flustered, mouth agape with a pink hue on his cheeks. I muttered a ‘goodbye’ and scurried out of the room, cursing at Thakur under my breath, and hoping I would never see the mystery boy again.

I struggled to open the doors to the office. My arms were occupied by stacks and stacks of coffee cup holders. Strangers passed by sneering at my struggles until the door was held opened by someone, and who was that? The one and only cute mystery boy. He held the door open while sheepishly looking at the ground.

“Thank you,um…” I waited for his name, but he didn’t get the hint, “What’s your name?”

“Oh! It’s B-Butler.” His eyes widened, “I-I mean Stefan-Stefan. Butler is my firs-last name.”

He was a flustered mess with his bright pink cheeks, and sweaty palms that he rubbed on his jeans.

“Well, I’m Y/N.” I nodded my head in thanks again as I walked through the open door. I walked a ahead of him before he soon caught up and grabbed a couple of the holders I was carrying. Our hands grazed each other, and a pinkish hue crept on my face.

“S-sorry! I-I just a pretty girl like you shouldn’t have to hold all these coffees by herself, ya know?”  He cringed at his own words, eyebrows knitted together, eyes squinted.

I beamed with delight, “You’re pretty cute too, Stefan.”

He was undeniably cute. His dark brown curls bouncing in every step, and his little cheesy smile made him even more irresistible.

He kept his head down low as he murmured a simple,’thanks.’

We walked in a comfortable silence for a few seconds before he spoke again.

“S-sorry if I made you uncomfortable,” I gave him a confused look before he kept talking, “When-when you were-you know- bent over.”

“You didn’t do anything. It’s just stupid Thakur.” I blew a piece of hair out of my face, “He’s a nasty perv with lots of money, sadly.”

An ‘oh’ sound came out of his mouth before he started again, “Why don’t you quit?”

“I make big bucks.” I shrugged.

I was busy sorting papers when Colin rolled his chair over to my desk.

  “Looks like the new guy took my advice?” He snickered.

“Your advice to quit while he can?” I joked as I looked at Colin, expecting him to be smirking, but he just kept his eyes fixed on Thakur’s office. The glass windows in his office were so perfectly clear that you could see the two figures having a heated argument, Stefan and Thakur. I looked around the room, almost everyone had stopped their work to see the dispute unfold.Then, Thakur made eye-contact with me, his glare sending shivers down my spine. He demanded I enter the room.

“Your little boyfriend here wants to pull his game from the shelfs!” He ran his fingers through his loose ponytail.

I was shocked. Stefan had told me how much he dreamed of working in Tuckersoft alongside Colin Ritman. Now, he was all going to throw that away.

“I already told you what my compromise is!” Stefan taunted nodding his head in my direction.

“But you’ll never get to put your game on shelfs. Never get to work at Tuckersoft. Never get to have this once-in-a-lifetime job.” Thakur pointed to me, treating me as if I didn’t have a say in the argument, “Never get all of that just because some lass wears her shirt too low.”

Then it hit me. Stefan wanted to sacrifice his dream for me. A girl who he had just met a few hours ago.

“Well, you won’t have a company to sell from if you keep harassing her.” The once stuttering , flustered mess of a boy was now a demanding, straight-forward man.

Thakur rolled his eyes, “Why don’t you just leave? We don’t even need your dumb adventure game inspired by some lunatic. Y/N, you leave too. We needed to make some budget cuts, and an assistant isn’t really needed so, shoo.”

We were about to leave when Colin rushed in the room, “If you fire them, I’ll quit. Now, no one’s gonna make your games. No coders equals no games. No games equals no products being sold. No products being sold means your company is going to die.”

He smirked knowing this was the thing that was sure to seal the deal. I mean, it was The Colin Ritman, we were talking about. He made the company millions of pounds a year. Colin was the real M.V.P.

Thakur put his head in his hands, taking deep breaths and sighing before looking back at us, “Deal.”

I was about to push the doors open to leave the building when Stefan ran past me and opened them.

“Thank you, Stefan.” I smiled.

I walked through, waiting for him to walk me home. He watched me stand there, head tilted, “Y/N, whatcha waiting for?”

“I’m waiting for you to get the clue that I want you to walk me home.” I suggested, hoping he would take the hint.

He blushed and cringed at himself for being so foolish.

We walked and talked for a while, until we reached my house, relating over topics about high school, our parents, and such.

“I really appreciate what you did for me, Stefan.” I admitted, “I don’t think anyone, especially someone I just met, would do that for me.”  

He gave me a warm smile, “Don’t worry about it.”

Stefan’s cheeks grew a pinkish tint as I leaned in to kiss them. They were soft, and brought warmth to my lips.

I began walking to the front door, “Cya, tomorrow?” I cheered unlocking the door.

He waved ‘goodbye’ shyly before spinning on his heels to go walk home, but before he was totally out of view I could see him fist pump the air while a ‘woo-hoo’ fell out of his mouth.

I smiled giddily, murmuring how cute he was, and how happy I was to have met him, the mystery boy who had the biggest crush on me. Me, the average girl who had a corrupt job as an assistant, but ever since he came around everything was good.

[knjfed]

DUMB MARKS ↝ colin ritman x reader

prompt ↝ the reader has her soulmark like everyone else, one part is meant to represent her while the other part is meant to represent her soulmate. the reader chooses to wear long sleeves whenever they can, not sure if they are ready to meet her soulmate.

warnings ↝ cussing, fem!reader, and that’s it i think hehe

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you tugged at your sleeve of the yellow hoodie you wore often. your head was pounding from the stressful day at work and at home. your roommate was being a jerk and so were your co workers.

“late coffee, get it while it’s hot!” you announced to the remaining people at the work place, it was ten pm after all. your bedtime was starting in thirty minutes. sleep is important!

after handing four people their coffee you moved over to colin ritman, easily one of your favorites here.

“coffee for the bleach blonde boy, don’t spill it.” you winked teasingly. there was a close call the last time he was around his computer with coffee in his hand.

“yeah yeah, piss off girlie.” he deadpanned, typing a few times before stopping and facing you.

“why is it that you always serve the coffee but you never have any for yourself?” he questioned, your eyes flickered down to his left wrist where a bandage covered it. his soulmark.

“that’s an odd thing to point out, but i suppose you’re right. coffee is for the weak.” you spoke, a smirk tugging at your lips. even with the joking and conversations you had with colin you always thought about the bandage wrap around his wrist.

“what’s up with the bandage?” you asked, playing with your necklace without much thought, nervous habit.

“oh this old thing? as you probably thought, it’s my soulmark. i’m not sure if i’m ready to meet my one and only yet.” he scoffed, leaning back in his chair and looking at your covered wrist. “what about you? already found your true love?” he questioned, pushing up his glasses as he spoke.

you only laughed at the last bit, shaking your head and leaning against his desk. “nope, same reason as you. i don’t want to end up with some bloke i know nothing about.” your hands removed themselves from your mouth to pull down your sleeve covering your own mark.

“find anyone close yet?” he asked, running his hand though his hair. he had decided to stop working for the day since he had already gone over the usual limit for himself.

what ‘close’ meant with soulmates and the marks was when you would share one of the two marks in common. but it was only meant to be if both of you had the exact same ones.

you had pac man and a necklace that resembled the one that hung around your neck since you were a child.

“yeah actually, i’ve met two other people with pac man that looked identical to mine, yet it never matched up with the second mark.

“no shit? i have pac man too. they are probably just some dumb marks anyway, so who cares?” he chuckled, grabbing the end of his bandage and un wrapping it. he set the bandage down on his lap and looked at his marks, not able for you to see though. when he looked at his own marks it was as if a wave of realization hit him.

“come closer.” he mumbled, putting his left arm down where his mark stained his skin, out of your sight. you raised an eyebrow and leaned closer to him as he asked. his right hand reached up and lightly grabbed your necklace. out of your control you cheeks heated up.

“this wouldn’t have anything to do with your mark, would it?” he asked slowly, tearing his eyes away from the necklace to meet yours.

you swallowed and licked your bottom lip before nodding lightly. his fingers still holding your necklace. “yeah, it’s.. it’s my other mark.” you replied in a soft voice, never had you ever been this close to him. it wasn’t a problem though, not at all.

you rolled up your sleeve to show your mark to colin, once he saw it his face reminded still. the only thing that moved was his left arm so he could show you his marks.

they matched yours. they were identical.

“at least i know you.” you spoke, a smile forming on your face. you looked up to see his reaction, when he was grinning like an idiot you were surprised to say the least.

“i’m definitely okay with this, i guess i was ready to find you.” he spoke as you stood back just as you were before he asked you to come closer.

“so, i guess it’s time to ask.. you wanna go out sometime? somewhere other than work.” you asked, shoving your hands into your back pockets.

“i know just the place.”

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sorry this was short and cheesy! let me know what you thought + if you want to be added to a colin / stefan / or bandersnatch (both boys) tag list!

[voidsaez]

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— not with code. ( colin ritman x reader ) no warn !!

a/n : he needs more love. i cant find any colin fics anymore i feel like ive read all of them, ao3, tumblr, wattpad ..

summary : colin doesn’t enjoy how the new guy, stefan, tries to waltz in and mess with the game you two worked on.

July 10, 1984 at 2:48pm

your pov :

He’s laid down on the couch of the office, flicking through pages of his magazine while I’m working on the code, does he ever get off his ass?

My thoughts are interrupted when his nasal voice breaks the silence. “You’re doing it wrong.” He says, not even looking up at me.

“Very helpful, Colin, gonna tell me how to fix it anytime soon?” I say, rolling my eyes at him.

Sighing, he gets up from his chair as he puts the magazine back down. I can feel him leaning over my shoulder to look over at the monitor.

“See this line of code here?” He asks, as he’s pointing at the screen.

“There’s nothing wrong with that one.” I say, looking over my shoulder, up at him.

He raises an eyebrow. "Are you sure about that? Look again." He leans even closer, his cheek almost against mine.

How’d I miss that? God, I’m stupid. I hold down on the backspace key, undoing that part of code to re-enter it.

“Have you met the new guy yet?” I ask, “Stefan, his name was.”

sitting back down, he rolls his eyes. “Oh, that guy. Yeah, I’ve met him.” He says. “Cocky little know-it-all, isn’t he?”

Colin scoffs. He’s so judgmental sometimes, Stefan’s nice.

“He’s nice, you know.” I retort, huffing as I continue working on the code, my fingertips pressing against the keyboard.

“Nice?” Colin narrows his eyes at that. “A pretentious little prick, he’s been here one day, and he’s already trying to one-up me.”

I seriously don’t understand why he has to be an asshole about everything sometimes.

“You know, he helped me with the code earlier, without any hassle.” I say, an emphasis on the last statement.

At least Stefan didn’t get frustrated anytime I asked for help.

I could tell his expression souring after that. “He helped you?” Colin mutters.

“You were on a smoke break.” I say, shrugging. “Plus, we could always use some help on nohzdyve.”

He grumbles, sounding irritated. "Nohzdyve is our game, if you need help, you get it from me.”

Seriously? “I think you’ll live if the kid helps me with what- two lines of code?” I say.

Colin crosses his arms, his irritation growing even further.

"It's not just about the code, it's about the principle. We don't need some newbie coming in here and taking credit for our work.” He retorts.

“He’s not taking any credit,” I pause, to turn and look at him. “It’s two lines of code!” I say, raising my hands in the air.

He clenches his jaw, clearly frustrated, and over what? some script?

"It’s not about how many lines it is, it's about him sticking his nose where it doesn't belong." He says.

Before I can even respond, he gets up and throws the magazine down on the floor.

He huffs in annoyance. "Fine, have your new friend help you with your code, but don't come crying to me when he messes it all up." He rolls his eyes at me.

He turns and walks away, I could hear him mumbling under his breath about how he knew the code better.

“Colin!” I call out his name, knowing we’re far from done for the day, he doesn’t even try looking back.

Could he get any more immature?

July 11, 1984 at 10:39am

your pov :

Colin being unusually late, and leaving me needing help with the program, I called in Stefan to help me with a few parts.

Of course, that’s the same time Colin walks in, and hour late.

“Colin,” I pause for a second. “You’re late.” I say, looking at him.

He huffs, walking to take a seat down next to me. “It’s not my fault, I was late because-“ He pauses, looking over at Stefan.

“-Nevermind, it’s none of your business.” He mumbles, a harsh tone in his voice.

His gaze flickers over to Stefan, give me just a split second and I could already tell he wasn’t happy with him here.

I look back over to Colin, and then to Stefan.

“Sorry, I just needed him to help me with some code.” I say, “You can go now, Stef.”

Stefan gives me a polite nod before getting up from his spot on the couch, gathering his things as he leaves.

The silence between Colin and I is almost palpable, when I turn over to look at him, we break the silence, speaking over each other.

“For fuck’s sake Colin, it’s just code.”

“You really asked him for help, again?”

Colin rolls his eyes, clearly annoyed. "It's not just about the code, it's the principle. We’ve been working on this project together for months now, and suddenly you're asking the new guy for help? What happened to trusting me?"

“I do trust you, but I’m also allowed to ask for help from others when you’re not around!” I say.

He huffs in frustration. "And what makes you think Stefan can help you any better than I can? We started this project together. Shouldn’t that warrant some loyalty?"

I stand up from my seat, though, it doesn’t make much difference. He’s got maybe 10 inches on me.

“You’re making such a big deal out of this, my god, Colin, it’s just code!”

He stands up, towering over me, his irritation clearer. “Are you stupid!?” He asks.

“It’s not about the code- It’s about-“ He trails off, looking at me.

Then just another second later, he closes the gap in between us, his hand on the back of my head as he brings our lips together.

What?

My fingers are wrapped around his arm, the one which hand is gripping the hair at the back of my head. I part from the kiss.

He looks at me, and we just stay like that for a while, in silence that speaks volumes.

He leans in even closer, his forehead against mine. "It's not just about the code," he mutters, his voice a low rumble.

"It's about us having something special and I don't want some new guy coming in and taking part in that." He says.

I hold his wrist, my thumb running over the back of his hand.

He shakes his head, “I don’t want anyone taking my place. Not with the code, not with you.” He says.

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[voidsaez]

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— hello, you. ( colin ritman x reader ) ‘YOU’ inspired

a/n : if it wasn’t obvious by the title this is YOU inspired, super good show & just a quick blurb in Colin’s pov.

summary : colin meets you for the first time at tuckersoft’s elevator, and it isn’t hard to fall for you at first sight.

July 7, 1984 at 10:07am.

colin’s pov :

I’m late to work. Again. The shitty elevator is about to close, and I’m running, half-tempted to let it go and just wait for the next one because what’s another minute at this point?

But something—instinct, luck, the universe—makes me shove my hand between the doors, and they slide open.

And that’s when I see you.

You’re standing there, papers clutched to your chest like they’re the only thing keeping you grounded. Wide eyes, nervous stance, like you don’t know if you’re supposed to be here. You’re new. Of course, you are. I’d know if you weren’t.

I step in, heart still pounding from the sprint, but it’s not because I’m late anymore. No, it’s because of you. You glance at me—barely, just a flick of your eyes—and it’s enough. You’re not like the rest of them. Not like the hollow-eyed desk drones in this place.

“New here?” I ask, trying to sound normal, like you didn’t just hijack my brain the second I saw you.

You nod, lips twitching into the smallest smile. “Yeah. First day.” Your voice—it’s softer than I expected, like you’re still figuring out if you belong. Don’t worry. I’ll make sure you do.

“I’m Colin,” I say, leaning back against the wall, trying to act casual, like my thoughts aren’t already spinning, calculating, rewriting everything.

You tell me your name, and it sinks into me like a hook I’ll never be able to pull out. Perfect. Of course, it is.

The elevator dings, and you step out. You’re gone, just like that. But it’s okay. I’ll see you again.

I don’t even have to try. You work here now. And you? You’re mine.

[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)