#bandersnatch reader insert

[imaginedisish]

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).”

[jimmyscanongf]

y’all want some angst word vomit? literally the worst, most horrendous, cruel thing i can think to happen to stefan is for the reader to die in a fucking train derailment. could you imagine!

stefan insisted, too. you’ve moved out of town, or maybe you’re just staying out of town for the summer. you’re talking on the phone with him, it’s getting kind of late in the evening. and it’s been a bad week for stefan, maybe, and it’s all starting to come to a head, and he’s feeling all lonely and sad and anxious. the sound of your voice is helping but more than anything, he misses your touch, your warmth. you always, always calm him down, make him feel better when he gets to this low point

and maybe, maybe he knows he can get through it alone, without you physically there. he always has, before you were in his life, but he also knows you make it so much better and you’ve been telling him he should ask for help when he needs it, and he needs it - so he’s talking on the phone with you and begging for you to come over, just for the night! one night!

you protest. it is getting late, too late to embark on like a 2 hour train ride. you’re running low on money, your family would be annoyed if you just started packing so suddenly at like 7pm just to visit your neurotic boyfriend for a night. but he insists, and insists, and as you’re counting your funds you finally cave. you do love him so, so much, and if he needs you that bad -

you pack a small bag, and you inform your family of your plans, and you leave for the train station. your last call to him is from a payphone where you tell him which train you’re taking (and im not saying you end up taking the 8:45 train but ;))) wouldnt that just be the shit cherry on top?), and about when you should arrive, and oh, shit, it’s arrived, i’ve gotta go.

Love you, Stefan.

Love you, too.

there’s no anxiety, no nervousness, why would stefan be nervous? stefan just goes about the rest of his evening resting easy knowing you’ll be in his arms soon, and he’ll be in your arms, and -

his dad’s watching the late newscast downstairs. stefan hears him call his name, and in the tone of his voice, stefan knows something is wrong, very very wrong, so he hurries down, and as he’s entering his dad asks “which train did Y/N get on?”

stefan is transfixed in front of the tv - he hears something about “train derailment.” something about “no survivors.” and all he can manage is a small “that one.” before hes suddenly on his knees, ears ringing, the room so goddamn white around him, and he can’t breathe! his eyes are wide and hes silent aside from these desperate, gasping little wheezing breaths. the shock is so great that he can’t even cry for the first few moments as his dad rushes to wrap himself around his son, holding him so close, so tight (his dad cries too, hard, because the pain is so raw and so fucking real to him - he, after all, lost his love in the same way and to see his son going through it too, going through it again, and you were oh so kind and loving -)

oh, and then stefan screams. he screams until his head pounds in agony, until his vocal cords are raw and bleeding, that’s how hard he’s feeling. boy feels so much.

the funeral is particularly hard. not just for the whole concept of it, for the fact that your casket was closed (your remains were not, ah, fit for viewing), but the fact that your parents regarded stefan with a certain bitterness, a certain resentment, that they tried to keep under wraps for the fact that he loved you and he was mourning too, but it’s still painfully obvious anyways. they can’t help it. you were their child. you didnt have to go get on that train for him. it was late. you didnt have the money to spare. and you’d resisted his begging but he made you come anyways, and you died for it. and that makes it his fault. for the second time in his life, his fault.

[imaginedisish]

Relax (Stefan Butler x Reader) (Bandersnatch)

A/N: We’re gonna ignore the fact that this is like a week late...because I was SOOOOO STRESSED OUT OOOOF. ANYWAY...here is (finally) the insanely requested “have Stefan and the reader fuck for the first time while the reader is trying to calm Stefan down,” imagine. Lemme tell you...it took me a while because I wasn’t sure if I was writing it right, and then i just gave up because I was stressed because of school and dance...but all that matters is that IT IS HERE NOW! (and so are 718 of you...that’s insane...thank you <3). Moving on...the imagine is also based on “Relax” by Frankie Goes to Hollywood...so enjoy...SMUT AHEAD!!!!!!!!!

Summary: The reader helps Stefan relax (if ya know what I mean), as Stefan is working on Bandersnatch.

Warnings: SMUT! SMUT! SMUT! some angst, language, that’s it! (oh and fluff hehehe)

Word Count: 2,022!

“Dammit!” Stefan calls out, his fists banging violently against the wood desk, practically shaking the boxy, white computer in front of him off the desk. You quickly push yourself to sit up on his twin bed, and you stare deeply into the back of his head, wishing he’d look away from his computer for five seconds. 

“Stefan, take a break,” You say, concern heavy in your voice. 

Stefan rests his head in his hands. He was clearly overworked, exhausted, sleep deprived, and emotionally unstable.  You swing your feet to the side of the bed, standing up and slowly walking over to him. 

Once you reach his side, you lean down a bit, meeting the level at which he was sitting. You tightly wrap your arms around his shoulders. 

“I need to work,” Stefan says, trying not to give into your touch. His fingers continue to rapidly attack the keyboard in a fit of aggression and frustration. 

“No, you need to relax.” You couldn’t stand seeing Stefan this way. It killed you. “Stefan, stop,” You beg as you move your arms so that your hands rest upon Stefan’s shoulders. 

“You don’t understand, (Y/N),” Stefan shouts. “I’m working so hard, and it feels like it’s all amounting to nothing. Every choice I’ve made about the game, every problem I’ve tried to overcome, it isn’t adding up. It’s all shit!” Stefan’s voice is heavy with anger, causing you to want to back away from him. 

While you consider leaving, you remain by his side, wanting more than anything to comfort him. You feel like you need to help him.

“Stop, don’t say that,” You plead as your fingers dance across Stefan’s shoulder blades, and then drawing carefully towards his neck. You decide to add more pressure to your touch, massaging him lightly. “Let me take care of you,” You whisper breathily. 

“(Y/N)…” Stefan coos, trailing off as he closes his eyes softly. He hesitates slightly before lifting his calloused fingers off the well used keyboard. Soft moans slip from Stefan’s lips as you add more pressure. 

“Relax, love,” You purr, bringing your hands closer to the front of his body. You allow your index fingers to trace Stefan’s collarbone, afterwards, gliding down to his chest. 

You wanted to go further, but you and Stefan had yet to get to that point in your relationship. You knew you were ready, but you weren’t sure that Stefan was. He had been under such intense pressure lately, however, and you wanted to make him feel good. 

Finally, you decide to let your hands travel further down his torso. 

Your voice is soft and low. “Do you want me to-,”

Stefan cuts you off. “Yes, please,” Stefan breaths. You nod, moving your hands down even more. He pushes himself out from under his desk, and you slip in between the space between his knees. 

You begin to palm Stefan through his jeans, your movements slow and careful. Stefan lets out soft moans every so often, making your heart flutter in your chest.

Your finger tips brush against the button of his jeans, circling around the button, teasing Stefan slightly. “A minute ago, you didn’t want this,” You say, removing your hands from him. 

Stefan leans down, grabbing your hands in his. “I want this,” He says firmly, pausing for a second. “Now.” There was something dominant in his tone, something you hadn’t ever heard before.

But god, was it sexy.

Stefan guides your hands back to the top of his pants, and you immediately unzip his jeans, quickly undoing his belt after. You grab the top of his jeans with your hands again, and slowly pull them down. 

You look deeply into Stefan’s emerald eyes, and he swallows harshly in anticipation. You begin to palm his hard member through his boxers. 

But Stefan suddenly grabs your hand again, stopping you. You stare up at him with confusion etched into your face. 

“I-I want you t-to…” Stefan stutters nervously. You two had never gotten this far before, and Stefan was clearly nervous. 

“Say it, love. Your wish is my command,” You whisper seductively, your hand still being gripped tightly in Stefan’s. 

He then moves your hand to the top of his boxers in response. He says nothing, yet you know what it is that he wants. You pull the boxers down, revealing Stefan’s hard, long cock. You throw his boxers to the side.

Then, you place a hand around Stefan’s shaft, and you slowly begin to twist your hand up and down around him. 

“F-fuck,” Stefan mumbles as he shivers under your touch. “Th-that feels…” He trails off, choking on his words. “Amazing.” 

You continue to move your hand up and down his hard member as Stefan breaths incoherent profanities and soft groans. 

You speed up your movements as you feel his cock begin to pulsate under your grasp. You know he’s close, it’s just a matter of time. 

“I-I’m c-close, we n-need to stop,” Stefan groans, grabbing your hand. 

You’re confused yet again. Was he not enjoying what you were doing? “Why?” You ask.

“I’d much rather come inside you, love,” Stefan says, standing up with a sudden boost in confidence, causing you to feel a tingling sensation between your legs. He grabs your wrists, pulling you up so that you’re face to face with him, your noses slightly brushing against each others.

Without hesitation, Stefan’s lips come crushing down upon yours. The kiss is hungry and frantic. Within seconds, you and Stefan had become animalistic, needing nothing more than each other. 

You pull apart from this kiss in an attempt to take a second to breathe. Stefan takes this moment to pull your Beatles shirt over your head, revealing the white, lacy, halter style bra you had on underneath.

He throws the shirt to the other side of the room. “You’re gorgeous,” Stefan purrs, bringing a hand to the nape of your neck. Heat rises to your cheeks, and anticipation fills the pit of your stomach. 

“Stefan, I need you,” You breathe, and Stefan’s lips meet yours again in response. You two begin to walk towards the wall next to the bed, until your back is pressed up against it. 

Stefan’s hand comes down, lifting your skirt up so that he’d have better access to you. He spreads your legs ever so slightly, and starts to tease you. He circles your clit through your matching, white, lacy panties. 

“P-please d-don’t tease me, Stefan,” You beg, pressing your legs together in an attempt to gain more friction. 

Stefan smirks, his hands reaching under your skirt, slipping your panties all the way down your legs. You step out of them as they reach your ankles, and Stefan throws them behind him.

You had never seen this side of Stefan. 

And you couldn’t help but absolutely love it. 

Stefan stands up, and you grab his hand, guiding him over to the twin bed in the center of the room. You sit down on the edge of the bed first, and Stefan quickly does the same. His hand reaches up to cup the left side of your face. 

“I want you, (Y/N),” Stefan breaths, “N-now.” Before you can say anything, Stefan’s lips capture yours in a languid kiss, your lips moving perfectly in time against his. His tongue brushes against your top lip, begging for permission to enter. You part your lips, and soon his tongue dances with yours. 

You allow yourself to lean back against the bed, your lips not leaving Stefan’s for a second, and Stefan follows suit. His arms are now pressed down on either side of your shoulders, his body hovering over yours. You lift your hips up slightly, hinting as to what you wanted. 

Stefan slowly lowers himself, lining himself up with your wet entrance. “A-are you s-sure about this?” He asks, his eyes staring deeply into yours, searching for an answer. 

You nod your head up and down eagerly. “Yes, Stefan…” You trail off, biting your lip in anticipation. “Please I need y-,” 

Suddenly, Stefan’s hard cock sinks deeply inside of you. “Holy s-shit,” You cry out in pleasure, biting down on your lip again, this time so hard that you draw a bit of blood. 

“F-fuck,” Stefan groans, waiting a second for you to adjust to his size. He looks into your eyes for the signal to continue, and you nod. 

Stefan pumps in and out of you, slowly at first. “You f-feel amazing…” Stefan purrs, his voice shaky, his pace growing faster, his thrusts growing deeper. 

“S-Stefan,” You moan audibly, grinding your hips into his. You wanted more of what he was giving you. You could tell he was still nervous, still apprehensive. “P-please, h-harder,” You whisper as he pulls out of you a bit. You whimper in response to the empty feeling he’s left you with.

But, Stefan immediately does as you ask, thrusting deeper and harder than he had before. “Stefan!” You scream, and Stefan’s hand comes up to cover your mouth. 

“I-I d-don’t…” Stefan breaths, not stopping his hips from rhythmically crashing against yours as he speaks. “Know w-when my d-dad will be b-back.” 

You nod in response, and Stefan removes his hand from your mouth. He brings that same hand down your body, tracing his index finger across your skin, until he lands on your clit. 

He begins to draw smalls circles around the sensitive area with his thumb, the sensation overwhelming. Loud, incoherent moans fall from your lips, but Stefan doesn’t even try to conceal them, as he finds himself doing the same. 

He circles faster and faster, as his thrusts become even deeper. You feel the fire in the pit of your stomach growing. You weren’t sure how much longer you could hold on for. You felt yourself slowly pushing over the edge. 

“S-Stefan, I’m going to-to…” You whimper, digging your nails into Stefan’s back. 

“M-me too, love, l-let go,” Stefan coos, his rhythm becoming sloppier, his thrusts becoming deeper.

It was all beginning to be too much, and you know it was just a matter of time before you let go. Just one more pump, one more flick and he’d most likely send you screaming over the edge. 

“I’m gonna get you there, love,” He whispers in your ear. “My god, you’re so fucking wet.” His words alone practically made you come. 

Stefan adds more pressure to your clit, flicking it as he thrusts into you. 

“Stefan!” You cry out, feeling yourself come undone, your walls fluttering around his hard, pulsating cock. 

“F-fuck, (Y/N),” Stefan groans as you feel him let go inside of you. He presses his forehead against yours, closing his eyes softly.

He thrusts a few more times before finally pulling out, making you whimper at the newfound emptiness between your legs. 

Stefan falls back onto the bed, laying down next to you. You rest your head against his chest, placing soft kisses there. Stefan brings a hand up to the top of your head, combing through your hair carefully with his fingers. 

“Are you feeling more relaxed now?” You ask, giggling, a wide smile plastered across your face. He didn’t have to answer. You knew you made him feel better. 

“Much,” Stefan says, placing a kiss on your forehead. “Y-you’re spectacular,” Stefan stutters somewhat anxiously. “Y-you’re iridescent. You’re the sun that breaks through my storm clouds.” 

You look up to see Stefan smiling nervously. It was adorable to you that no matter how close you were to him, he still was nervous to compliment you. 

You trace circles across Stefan’s chest with your index finger. “You’re indescribably and endlessly incredible, Stefan. Even when you need to take a break,” You can’t help but let out another giggle. "You never cease to amaze me.” 

“And you never cease to amaze me, love,” Stefan says finally. You hum in response.

You close your eyes, falling fast asleep in Stefan’s warm embrace.

[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.

[imaginedisish]

I’ll Be Your Mirror (Colin Ritman x Reader) (Bandersnatch)

A/N: I’M SORRY FOR NOT POSTING ANYTHING AAHHHH!!! I’m sorry guys...I just got so busy and I lost track of time. But don’t fret, I’ll be going back to posting at least once a day hehehehe! Tomorrow will be some Stefan smut, and if we’re lucky I’ll have the Otis smut as well. If not, then the Otis smut will be released the day after tomorrow. ANYWAY, I wrote this one because I wanted to. I needed some Colin fluff. The title and parts of the imagine are heavily based on I’ll Be Your Mirror by The Velvet Underground and Nico. GO listen to it PLS! ALSO I HIT 600! THANK YOU SO MUCH I LOVE YOU ALL! Okay on with the show...

Summary: Colin helps you through your trust issues, reassuring you that he’ll be there for you no matter what.

Warnings: Language! Some (semi) angst, references to cheating (not Colin though, the reader’s parents), reference to sex, FLUFF MEGA FLUFF OMG FLUFFFFFF!!! 

Word Count: 2,179

Also someone send me gifs pls i need more.

The harsh wind cuts through the tension in your body like a knife. The cold bites aggressively at your nose, and it begins to feel as though icicles are growing upon the tip. You curl your knees into your chest in retaliation to the less than pleasant weather as you look over the city street below from the balcony, fidgeting uncomfortably in your old, white, wrought iron chair.

You try to forget your problems as you watch the couples below walk hand in hand, one occasionally resting his or her head on their partner’s shoulder. However, it was no use. Nothing seemed to change. You still felt destroyed, disgusted, and empty. 

At times like these, moments of sheer hopelessness and helplessness, you took yourself out to the balcony. You would sit there, taking deep breaths as you tried your best to understand whatever situation you were in. This time, however, things seemed impossible. 

Earlier that day, your mother had told you the unbelievable, the unfathomable:

Your father had cheated on your mother.

The two people in your life you thought were in such true and real love were not. It felt almost as if your life was one big lie. It hurt like hell. 

While you recognized that cheating was an unfortunate, yet real aspect of life, the idea that your father could do that to your mother was haunting. You felt terrible for your mother, and on top of that, you felt as though you and your siblings weren’t good enough to make your father want to stay. 

You felt betrayed, hurt, damaged. 

Worst of all, the situation made you question everything, even your relationship with Colin. You felt a sense of insuperable paranoia. 

What if he doesn’t love me anymore? What if he leaves? What if he’s been cheating this whole time? You think to yourself. 

You wrap your arms tightly around your knees. Your eyes begin to sting as tears quickly surface. Breathing deeply, you attempt to hold them back. 

Suddenly, you hear the front door of your flat slam shut, causing you to jump in your seat.

“(Y/N)?” Colin calls out. “I’m home!”

You don’t move, nor do you say a thing. You stay exactly where you are as the tears you once held in begin to stream down your cheeks at free will. 

“(Y/N)? Where are you?” Colin asks, shouting now. You don’t respond. You can’t bring yourself to say anything. 

Then, almost involuntarily, your tears quickly turn to heavy, audible sobs. It was all too much to keep locked away inside of you. The sobs must have given away your secret hiding spot, as the glass doors swoosh open behind you, and you feel a warm, familiar presence come to your side.

“Oh my God, what happened?” Colin whispers, kneeling down by your side. He adjusts his silver rims, pushing them a bit higher on the bridge of his nose. 

Not a word comes out of your mouth as your thoughts continue to plague you. 

Colin furrows his eyebrows, concern plastered across his face. “Talk to me, please,” Colin begs pain prevalent in his voice. He brings a hand to your knee, rubbing it softly with his thumb. 

“M-my parents,” You finally mutter in between sobs, “a-are getting a divorce b-because…” You trail off. The sentence hurt far too much to finish.

“Take your time, love,” Colin coos, his hand still on your knee. He looks up at you with wide eyes, a small, reassuring smile stretching across his face. 

“M-my dad cheated.” You choke on your words, closing your eyes tightly, still in disbelief at the news. 

Unexpectedly, you feel two strong, comforting arms wrap around you. You push your face into Colin’s chest, and you sob into him. He squeezes you tightly, trying to help release the obvious tension and stress that had extended throughout your body.

“C-Colin I-I-,” You stutter, unable to form a sentence.

“Shhhh, love. I’m here, it’s okay,” Colin whispers in your ear. 

In that moment, you almost feel the need to pull away from him. You kept thinking about the “other woman,” from your father’s affair. She was a family friend who knew you, your mother and your siblings so well. You had called her your aunt for years. It was as though you could no longer trust anyone, including Colin. 

You lightly push him off of you, but he immediately gets the hint and steps back completely. He looks at you, confusion spreading across his face. 

“I don’t know who I can trust, Colin,” You say firmly as his intense blue gaze meets yours. 

Colin furrows his eyebrows. “You can trust me, (Y/N), you know that.” He steps towards you again. You get up in response, quickly walking towards the edge of the balcony. Colin follows behind you. “Say something,” Colin says, concern heavy in his voice. 

You place your right hand on the railing of the balcony, and look down to the streets below. “I-If my parents were truly in love, how could something like this happen?” You ask, turning to Colin. The sadness in your voice now replaced by extreme anger. “How do I know if…” You pause, trying to collect your thoughts.

“How do you know if, what?” Colin asks, walking closer to you. He places his hand on top of yours, but you instantly pull it away. “Tell me what the bloody hell is going on!” Colin’s voice is now filled with vex. 

Tears fill your eyes yet again. “Colin, I’m worried you’re going to leave me,” You mumble, the tears now pouring down your cheeks. “I’m worried that I’m not good enough, that you’re going to cheat on me, that you don’t really love me.” 

Colin shakes his head, and walks to the other side of the balcony. He sits down in the chair you had been sitting in before. He takes off his glasses, and places them on the matching white, wrought iron table in front of him. He rubs his eyes. He’s clearly exhausted and frustrated as he rests his head in his hands. 

“You really think I’d do or believe all of that?” He says, looking back up towards you, staring deeply into your eyes. “Because if you do, you’re so incredibly wrong.”

He pushes the chair back, the wrought iron scraping roughly against the concrete below. Colin stands up, and rushes over to you. 

“I’ve been in love with you from the very second I met you, and I can promise to God,” He pauses, pointing his finger towards the grey clouds above, “or whatever the hell is up there, be it some person controlling us or an omniscient being, that I will love you, and stay in love with you forever.” 

You’re at a loss for words. Colin had told you a million times that he loved you, but it was never anything like this. It was never anything so definite, so serious. You knew you wanted to spend the rest of your life with him, but you never truly knew how he felt on the matter of the future. 

“And as for that cheating bullshit,” Colin pauses, pressing his lips together as he arches a brow in your direction. “I would never cheat on you because no one on this planet, or in any other universe, for that matter, will ever amount to your worth. You’re more than good enough. I’m the one who doesn’t deserve you.” 

You feel a droplet of rain fall from the dark, thick clouds above, and then it slowly begins to drizzle. 

“Colin I’m so sor-,”

He cuts you off. “No, I’m not finished yet.” Colin’s face is slowly turning red. He takes another step towards you as the rain grows heavier. “Our love isn’t defined by other people’s failed relationships. You aren’t your parents, and I sure hope to hell I’m not mine.” 

Your stomach churns at the mention of Colin’s parents. Colin’s mother was just fine, but his father was a physically and mentally abusive, horrendous person. He made Colin’s childhood a living hell, and you wanted to kill the man for it.

Colin lowers his voice, almost as if he doesn’t want to be heard. “I mean hell, if I was my fucking father we would never be able to have children, and I would hate that.” 

The rain begins to pour. “Colin wh-wha-,”

Colin cuts you off again. “You heard me. I said it before and I’ll say it again,” He steps closer to you, so that his nose brushes against yours. He brings his hands up to cup your cheeks. “I want to spend the rest of my life with you, and nothing can ever change that. You’re always on my mind, (Y/N), and I’m so sorry if it doesn’t seem like that.”

Colin’s lips suddenly come crashing down on yours, and you hum in response. The kiss is languid and warm, yet passionate at the same time. You pull away for some air, but Colin pulls you right back in. 

“You really thought you could get away, didn’t you?” Colin mumbles against your lips, smiling. You can’t help but giggle. He finally pulls away, combing a hand through his soaking wet, platinum blonde hair. 

“I’m sorry Colin. I don’t know why I would assume all of that,” You say softly. 

“Don’t worry, love. You heard about what your father had done, and everything suddenly changed for you. It happens, and you don’t need to apologize,” Colin coos, wrapping his arms around you once again. “Promise me something though, okay?” Colin asks.

“Of course.” You say back, ignoring the fact that the rain had completely drenched your hair and clothes. None of that mattered, because you were with Colin.

“Let me be your mirror,” Colin says matter of factly, swaying you side to side, humming the tune of “I’ll Be Your Mirror,” by The Velvet Underground and Nico softly in your ear. It was your favorite song off of the The Velvet Underground and Nico record, and one of your favorite songs of all time. 

“I find it hard to believe you don't know, the beauty you are. But, if you don’t, let me be your eyes,” Colin sings softly, and you can’t help but smile. “I’m not going to stop until you promise me you’ll let me be your mirror, reflecting all that you are, just in case you don’t know,” Colin says, chuckling lightly, still swaying with you. 

“I promise,” You giggle. 

“Good,” Colin says, pulling apart from you. “Now let’s get inside and dry off, yeah?” You nod, and Colin grabs your hands with his, pulling you inside the flat. 

You shake off the rain, quickly running into your bedroom to grab a change of clothes. Oddly enough, Colin hadn’t followed you into the room. You get changed, and walk back into the living room. 

There was Colin, standing in front of the record player. His The Cure shirt was completely soaked, his blue jeans, drenched. He turns around to you, a smile plastered on his face. 

“I’ll be your mirror, reflect what you are, in case you don’t know…” Nico’s voice echoes through the apartment. Colin had put the record on. 

You laugh a bit. “Colin, I already said yes. I promise, I promise that you can be my-,” 

You stop talking as you realize Colin is down on one knee. 

“I’m so deeply in love with you, and I figured there was no better time than the present to do this…” Colin trails off nervously. “(Y/N), I can guarantee to you that if there are a million timelines, a million universes, this is the only one I’m truly happy in, and that’s because in this one, I have you.” He pauses again, swallowing harshly. 

“Marry me, (Y/N).” 

Your heart flutters in your chest, the way it did on your first date, the way it did when you and Colin shared your first time together. Everyday felt like the first with Colin. He was your mirror, and you’d be an idiot to say no to the person who wanted to show you how special you were, the person who wanted to be there for you no matter what. 

“Yes Colin, of course yes,” You practical shout, running over to him. You press your lips against his, but all you can do is smile into the kiss. You were so unbelievably happy. “I love you so much,” you say, pulling your lips from his. 

“And I’m so deeply in love with you, (Y/N).”

“When you think the night has seen your mind

That inside you're twisted and unkind

Let me stand to show that you are blind

Please put down your hands

'Cause I see you

I'll be your mirror

(reflect what you are)

I'll be your mirror

(reflect what you are)

I'll be your mirror

(reflect what you are)

I'll be your mirror

(reflect what you are)

I'll be your mirror

(reflect what you are)”

[jimmyscanongf]

hmmmmmm........ bandersnatch poly reader/stefan/colin/kitty.......