#fionn whitehead x reader

[leoritman]

i’ve been wrinting stuff these days yk

[honestlyspookytyphoon]

Trope for next read

I might go for another male main character, and I am also not sure if I should go for angst, fluff or anything else - so please let me know what you like! Thank you all in advance 💕

[yanxidarlings]

ik i should focus on requests but i just have some ideas

what if the reader from the slytherin x dormmate reader series ended up in ravenclaw? (spoiler alert he now has a ravenclaw yandere harem) will address the slytherin side of this conundrum in another post but for now i present

YANDERE HOGWARTS: RAVENCLAW BOYS X DORMMATE READER

"ravenclaw" the entire hall falls dead silent, m/n l/n, from the famous l/n family? the purebloods that have been in slytherin for centuries? a ravenclaw. the young boy had a look of horror on his face as he sat there in shock.

the sorting hat was taken off his head and mcgonagall ushered him towards the ravenclaw table. "no- but" he squeked out as he was sat with the rest of the first year ravenclaws. he felt himself bumping into someone as he sat down, oh my god did i just touch a mudblood, m/n thought, stealing a glance at the person- boy, who was next to him, merlin help me i'm going to hell.

"names michael corner" m/n heard the faint voice of another boy, his handoutstretched as the prefect led the first years up the ravenclaw tower stairs. do i have to do this walk everyday, m/n thought to himself as he stared ahead blankly. "you alright, mate?" the boy walking next to m/n spoke once again, waving his hand in front of m/n's face.

taking it one step further, the boy poked m/n on the cheek, snapping him out of his thoughts - "get your hands off me you filthy-" "quiet down first years, this is the entrance to the common room" m/n was cut off by the prefect, sending a glare the boy - maxwell?, myles? michael?.

• yeah so homeboy reader was not prepared to get sorted into any house but slytherin. i mean ig ravenclaw is better than hufflepuff or god forbid gryffindor but by a small margin.

• dude kinda misses his slythergremlins sure they were annoying but at least they aren't going to suck the magic out of him like the muggleborns in ravenclaw were.

• so reader doesn't really get off on the best foot with his new dormmates, probably says something offensive, and boom, now his dormmates hate him. not to mention his childhood friends who got sorted into slytherin as expected started giving him the cold shoulder.

• okay so they don't hate him but he does feel like the odd one out. yes his first question when he arrived at the dorms was their blood status's and he purposely moved his bed further away from them just so he didn't accidentally catch half blood cooties but it only took him six months to stop scrubbing down the shower before taking one incase one of them carried a virus that would convert him into a blood traitor.

TERRY BOOT (fancast fionn whitehead):

• terry boot is probably the most offended of the three, the other two take the readers behaviour in relative stride but terry get's pretty bothered. is it because he's upset that reader doesn't like him or is it because he's actually offended? the world may never know

• at some point he started going through readers stuff, just to make sure he isn't trying to poison us, but steals little keepsakes like socks, pins and the l/n family signet ring that sent the reader on a rampage for an entire month before he gave up on finding it.

• the winter break after that, reader came back to hogwarts with bruises all across his legs.

"you fell down the stairs? is your coordination that poor or are you getting an early start on the hereditary alcholism in your family" terry scoffed, arms folded, a sceptic expression on his face as he observed the boys bruised limbs.

m/n scoffed "the l/n house has moving stairs you dimwit" he quickly closed the door to the bathroom "you nearly fell down the staircase on the way to potions last term" he added from behind the door. terry frowned, did he see scars on l/n's arm as well? he reached down into his pocket and gripped onto the signet ring he had taken from m/n's bedside table in november.

maybe i should give it back, he thought as he observed the pattern on the ring. as he approached m/n's bed, he began searching for a place to put the ring - on the table? inside the little cauldron? under the bed.

terry kneeled down, moving the sheet's out the way as the shoved it under neath the bunk. you know what, he called me mudblood last year, he can suffer. and with that, boot took the ring and hid it back in his pillowcase.

• terry is a denial kind of yandere, at least in this case, he justifies his actions in his mind and see's nothing wrong with what he does. stealing their stuff? friends share things all the time, stalking them? no he's just going in the same direction, manipulating them? he's sorry if they feel that way but that wasn't his intention.

• his initial dislike of the reader is what fuels his obsession, he simultaneously hates them, wants to be them and wants to be with them. terry thinks he wants the reader to become more accepting of life outside the pureblood bubble he was raised in but once he does and is able to function without the help of his dormmates, terry becomes abominably jealous.

• oh, you ate dinner all on your own without having to wait for terry and anthony to sit next to you and protect you from actual muggleborns? the audacity.

MICHAEL CORNER (fancast owen teague):

• michael is nowhere near as offended as terry, he honestly finds the readers behaviour kind of amusing if not a bit weird. but all purebloods are weird like that, besides it's impossible to hate someone with such a pretty face.

• his darling might be a bigoted blood supremacist but they're his bigoted blood supremacist. he's not as pressed about educating the reader about equality as terry he just figures that eventually the reader will fall madly in love with him and decide that true love is more important than the bloodline and then they'll have 10 babies together and live happily ever after.

• so please don't burst his bubble and act disgusted or blatantly reject his advances. michael really tries to ease his darling into his affection but doesn't really understand that going from sitting next to each other in classes is not one step below sleeping in his bed with him.

"what on merlins beard are you doing" m/n yelled as he swiftly kicked michael in the stomach, flinging the other off his bed. with an oomph, corner placed a hand on his stomach "ow, what is wrong with you" he whined, shifting to lean on his elbows, staring at m/n with a shocked expression "i should be asking what's wrong with you - have you not heard of personal space"

michael clicked his tongue, his eyes rolling "surely we've known each other for long enough to have sleepovers.. you know what a sleepover is right?" "i've never even seen your family tree and you want me to share a bed with you" m/n let out a scoff "you half-bloods are like cavemen merlin help me" he laid back and covered himself with his blanket.

blinking, michael fell silent for a moment "would you like me to get you a copy?" he finally asked, elaborating when the irritated boy muttered what from under the blanket "i'll find my family tree records and give you a copy if you'd like" he replied surely, a smile gracing his face.

m/n pulled the blanket down from covering his face, "well" he started, furrowing his brows, as if deep in thought "i guess so?"

• michael is the only one who openly pursues a romantic relationship with the reader. the darling can never tell the other two's true intentions but god damn is it obvious that michael's goal is to put a ring on it.

• even in fifth year, when he had a few girlfriends, he could. not. leave. reader. alone. literally invited his darling on his dates with ginny and then cho and made several inappropriate propositions and talked about the reader too much on the rare occasions that he was alone with any of his girlfriends which is why they all broke up with him pretty quickly.

• "m/n" "what" "cho broke up with me can you date me instead" "wtf"

ANTHONY GOLDSTEIN (fancast tarjei sandvik moe):

• anthony is intrigued by the reader the moment they sat next to him on the night of the sorting ceremony. any attempts he made at befriending his darling fell on deaf ears. so.. he couldn't help but want to take a look into his mind. and he was a natural born legilimens so it's not like his darling would notice.

• becomes protective of him almost immediately after. his darling is just so fragile and needs someone mature like anthony to make good decisions on his behalf. anthony is quick to cut off his darling from his childhood friends, so that when they got over their shock over the readers sorting, reader would be too attached to his new best friend to want them back.

• he won't let the darling out of his sight, when he studies in the library so will they, they should also take the same classes as him so he can help them with their homework. will mess with their dreams if they try to distance themself from him.

what a poor baby, anthony cooed to himself as he watched m/n from a distance. his cheeks red and tear stained as he bit his index finger, a sob escaped his lips as he wiped his face with his sleeve.

sure, anthony could have stopped riddle, nott and malfoy from shoving m/n around and calling him vile names, but then he would miss out on m/n's endearing sob session that came afterwards.

in the corner of his eye he spotted malfoy on his way back, and swiftly rushed in, hooking his arms with m/n's and dragging the other off with them "wh-" "malfoys on his way back" anthony picked up his pace "were you were watching the whole time?" m/n asked shakily. anthony pulled them both into another corridor, turning to face m/n "yes" he blinked "and you didn't do anything!" the red-faced boy choked out.

anthony smirked "you.. wanted me to come and defend you from malfoy and his goons?" his heart skipped a beat as m/n remained silent, looking defeated "no- i just- uh... i don't- i just" m/n stuttered, face flushing even redder as he stared at the ground.

• anthony infantilises his darling, treating him as a child that can't do anything right. it gets even worse in fifth year when he becomes a prefect: "dumbledore made me a prefect and not you because he knows you can barely tie your own shoelaces"

• goidsteins a lil condescending towards his darling, he exaggerates their mistakes and downplays their achievements. anything to make them dependent on his constant presence. he feels bad sometimes but when they come running to him for everything, it's all worth it ✨

• unlike other groups of yanderes *cough* the slytherins *cough*, these three don't have much of a problem sharing. they're already good friends, and aren't nearly as possesive as some yandere's (le slytherins) not to mention; at first, it's only michael who is openly pursuing the darling romantically.

• terry and anthony don't realise that they like the darling in the same way michael does until like, fifth year. sure there had been cuddling, shared showers and a bit too much emotional intimacy for 'just friends' but what can you expect from a bunch of nerds 😔✋.

• the ravenclaws foster one hell of a dependant relationship with the reader, becoming the only people he isn't nervous around, convincing him everyone else wouldn't be as understanding and his old friends hate him they want him dead so they promise to look after him in return for.. access to the l/n's private library.

• no they expect affection and loyalty back also as soon as they all graduate readers going to move out of his family home and move in with them dormmates for life right?

• no they aren't the worst yandere's not by a milestone but there's just something so suffocating about them.

• the darling will eventually be pressured into a poly relationship with the three. yes they actually ask him if he wants to date them but it's a rhetorical question it's either yes, or no and they start spiking his water with amortentia - then it's also yes.

• as ravenclaws, they realise that violence is not the answer, mind control is. disobedience, rejection, and provoking jealousy will result in the use of the imperius curse or a love potion.

[p4xman]

Bandersnatch's 2023 tag Wrapped!!

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[mxlti-fand0m-imaginess]

Dating Zac Would Include

request: okay so Zac (Voyagers) headcanons for dating (w/ fem!reader but if you want to do it with gn!reader its okay), pls? <3 - anon

Hiii could you do something with Zac from voyagers? I don’t care what i’m just excited that someone writes for him !! <3 - anon

prompts: none

summary: you and Zac had been best friends since you were born. but what happens when you begin to see him in a different way?

warnings: allusions to sex (nothing explicit), blood, fighting, weapons, murder

word count: 870

a/n: gn!reader

you and Zac had been friends for as long as you could remember

but something changed between the two of you once you stopped taking the blue

you looked different to him

better

beautiful

and you could barely take your eyes off of him

how had you never noticed he looked like that before?

he was the most stunning person you’d ever seen and you could feel yourself beginning to fall for him

the both of you could feel that the other felt the same

you didn’t have to say anything

you couldn’t really pinpoint where your relationship with Zac started

it was just kind of there all of a sudden

neither of you confessed, but you came to a sort of unspoken agreement

you both liked each other, why bother talking about it?

you spent the early stages of your relationship sneaking around

hiding it in front of Richard, and everyone else

it was your own little secret

he used to sneak into your room at night

the two of you stayed up exploring each other and all of the new feelings you finally had

it was exhilarating

and everything was perfect

until it wasn’t

Richard had died while repairing the outside of the ship

when Zac told you it was partially his fault, you weren’t really surprised

you knew Zac didn’t like Richard, and while murder was a bit extreme, you didn’t really mind

you were just happy you could stop hiding your love for Zac

but then the rebellion started

Zac didn’t like how strict all of the rules were

or how Christopher got to be in charge

he wanted that power

that freedom

and he was going to make sure he got it

Zac started his movement, and soon the ship was divided

he appointed you his second in command

and the two of you led the movement for freedom

no more working

no more strict rules

you could do whatever you wanted and no one could stop you

you loved the freedom

the power that you had

you felt stronger than you ever had before

but what you weren’t planning on was the violence that came with it

Zac had found weapons in the ship that were meant for the third generation

you had thought they were just for show

to scare Christopher and Sela

but then Phoebe died

you watched her get shot right before your eyes

and you realized just had dangerous this was going to get

“Zac, please we don’t need the weapons. You saw what happened to Phoebe, someone else could get hurt!” you pleaded with him.

“Calm down y/n. Phoebe was just a warning. No one else is going to get hurt, I promise.”

you nodded at his words, and hugged him tightly, relieved that all this killing would finally be over

“Now I’ll be right back. I’m going to try to reason with Christopher. And I won’t kill him, ok?”

you nodded once more and watched as he walked out of the room to go find Christopher

time passed, and you began to grow worried

what was taking him so long?

you heard the door finally open and you turned around, relieved

but Zac wasn’t there

it was Christopher and Sela

everyone in the room raised their weapons at them, waiting to hear what they had to say

but you weren’t expecting the words that came out of his mouth next

“Zac’s dead.”

you felt your whole world fall apart

you didn’t want to believe it

you couldn’t

“No. No you’re lying.”

“Y/n-” Christopher started, but you cut him off

“No! You’re lying! What did you do?! Where is he?! You’re lying!”

you couldn’t stop the tears from rolling down your face

Sela walked over to you and pulled you into a hug

“Y/n I had to. He was going to kill us all.”

you froze at her words

she killed him?

and she expected to get away with it?

no, you weren’t about to let that happen

you pushed Sela off of you, and tackled her, punching wherever you could

you couldn’t control yourself

you were just so angry

you felt someone try to pull you off, but you wouldn’t budge

so they pushed harder

you stumbled full force across the room, falling onto the edge of the desk

your neck slammed against it, and a cracking sound emitted from it

and the most unimaginable pain filled your body

you fell to the floor, suddenly finding yourself unable to breathe

your sight became blurry

you felt blood pooling out the back of your neck as you slowly faded away

life on the ship was different after you and Zac passed

they kept some of their freedom, but also went back to preparing for the third generation

everything was finally at peace between them

no more fighting

no more rebellion

the story of you and Zac was motivation as to why the program was important

the two of you became a warning

as to what would happen if the program wasn’t followed

and even though neither of you were there to see it, the impact the two of you mad would last generations

[decentficsokay]

Dancing, Dinner and Drinks Tommy x Fem Reader

Pairing: Tommy (Fionn Whitehead) x Fem Reader

Warnings: Mentions of death and war

Word Count: Unknown

I sighed as I swished the water in my cup lightly. If it weren't for my brothers I wouldn't be sitting here, wishing them farewell. That’s a lie. I would be here. It wasn't just them here, there were others with their loved ones.

Dancing, dinner and drinks; a night they'd surely remember in the dark days that followed. Everyone here could feel the tension. There isn’t a knife strong enough to cut through the pain this room was feeling, because there was more than one feeling. Despair, love, hope. But through this pain, some people let their emotions run wild and cried into their loved ones shoulder as they danced the night away, while others smiled and put on a strong face. A lot of people coming here this evening had silently made a promise to send them off with a smile. But, in the end that promise was broken and they cried. No one blamed them though and none of them judged.

We were sending our husbands, fathers, sons, brothers, our men to war in a week; without any idea if they were coming home alive. So to those who were spilling their emotions out on the dance floor, we let whoever they would be sending off comfort them.

I took a small sip of my water “I can do it, I can hold it in. (B1/N) and (B2/N) as well as the rest are gonna come home safely. We just can’t think of the negatives.” I repeated to myself for the umpteenth time.

I heard someone clear their throat, breaking me free from that little voice inside my head. I turned to see a man standing with a slight unsure emotion. It was obvious that he was one of the soldiers this night was dedicated to, so seeing him as the only one not dancing was a little unusual.

"Yes?" I turned more towards the soldier.

"Do you mind if I sit here for awhile? You seem a bit--".

"Lonely?" I finished his sentence as I ushered him to sit with me - which wasn't entirely true, I was a tad bit lonely but it was more by choice. However the thought of having company was nice, maybe it'd take my mind off things for a second.

He chuckled a bit as he made himself comfortable, "I wasn't going to be so blunt about it. If you don't mind me asking why are you alone? You should be dancing with someone". The soldier looked to the sea of people on the dance floor. He seemed almost lost looking at them or as if he was looking for someone.

I leaned towards him, "My brothers are dancing. One is dancing with our mom and another is with his wife. So here I sit".

He stared at me for a second as if he was thinking of something to say. He didn't necessarily look worried but it was a little obvious that he felt like he was walking on eggshells. But I will admit he was cute and was kind enough to take the time to talk to me. It could be out of pity or he was simply alone himself, either way it was enjoyable.

"I'm (Y/n)" I say trying to break the ice.

"Tommy. Pleasure to meet you".

I looked around the crowded hall, "Likewise. So why did you decide to sit here? Don't you have someone to dance with?". Everyone was swaying to the slow rhythm of the band playing, the emotions still the same, some laughing and some crying. Despite the mood, they still followed the music.

"No. My friend just left with her daughter, and my father left while I was in the bathroom. Then I saw you sitting by yourself and now we're here" he said with an empty smile. It tugged at my heart strings. How could you leave some so easily, knowing they may never come home? Some things you have to leave for but to get up and walk away without a goodbye is just heartbreaking.

I gave him a weak smile, "If it makes you feel any better. I'm glad you came to sit with me, it's nice".

I see his smile turn slightly more genuine as he gave me a slight nod. I bit the inside of my tongue not knowing what else to say. There was tension between us, the silence we shared had put us in an awkward position. Plus being after what he said about his dad and friend, I felt like I could end up walking on eggshells if I asked any other questions. The silence had gotten the best of me and before I realized it he was scooting the back of his chair out.

"Do you want to dance?" he held out his hand, looking between me and the dance floor. I glanced at the floor and spotted my sister-in-law with my brother. They swayed back and forth, they were smiling, they were enjoying themselves with the little time they had left for who knows how long.

I chuckled before standing up, "I'm not the best dancer in the world so I apologize in advance if I step on your toes". Tommy said “I don’t mind”. I gently placed my hand in Tommy’s before we found our own spot on the floor. As he placed his hand respectfully around my waist, I placed my hand on his shoulder, our hands switching to the correct position but our hands never pulled away. We found the rhythm of the song and began to join the rest of the dancers.

His eyes were beautiful, a perfect mix of hazel and green. It almost seemed as if Tommy’s eyes were pulling me into this world where everything around us just seemed to fade away.

It’s nice here… Before I knew it my warning to him had come true as I felt my foot step on his shoe. “I’m sorry!” I say quickly, pulling my foot off. God, I should have been paying closer attention!

Tommy laughed, “You’re okay. It didn’t hurt”. “Really?” “Yes, really.” I smiled in relief, for a second I thought this was the end of our dance because I might have stepped too hard. “Plus you did warn me” Tommy chuckled before taking the lead of the dance once again.

I giggled “Yes, yes I did”. I nodded my head in agreement, “My dad passed away and I don’t have a boyfriend”. “And you?” I asked, before looking down at our feet, making sure that I wasn’t about to step on his toes. “Not much different. My mum passed away when I was little and I don’t have a girlfriend,” Hearing he didn’t have a girlfriend seemed to be a bit of a shock. Tommy was a good looking guy and so far he seemed polite as well and kind. Any woman would be more than lucky to have a take-home guy like him. Without thinking “Guess the girls around here must be blind” I stated. My face quickly began to heat up as I heard Tom huff out a laugh. I twist my head “Just ignore you heard that”. “No, I could say the same thing for you,” he said with honesty, a smile playing on his lips. Before he could finish his sentence we saw the dance floor heading towards the dining area. The song had stopped and we meshed in with the rest of the people returning to their tables. When my table came into view I remembered… Tommy was alone. “Sit with me again?” I swirl in front of him with hopefully eyes. Tommy glanced at his table before looking back to me. I wouldn’t be surprised if he would decline but to my surprise, “If you have enough room, I wouldn’t mind sitting with you again.” Tommy smiled as we headed back to the table. I wonder if his heart was beating fast just as mind was...

[alisonwritesimagines]

You Were the One ~Fionn Whitehead Imagine~

Requested by anonymous:

Summary: You are best friends with Fionn Whitehead. After every heartbreak you’ve had, he’s been there for you, and you are there for him. When you’ve been dumped by your recent boyfriend, you find comfort with Fionn. 

Author’s Note: Last request before closing up my inbox again.

Fionn never knew how to tell you, his best friend, that he was in love with you. No matter how many people he has dated or you have dated, Fionn had always loved you. He never realized how much he was in love with you until you both were about to go to college. 

After every heartbreak, you had always gone to Fionn for comfort. And it happened again to you. Your boyfriend, well ex boyfriend now, had just broke up with you and you had gone over to Fionn’s place.

“Is there something wrong with me?” You asked your best friend. 

“Nothing’s wrong with you, Y/n. He was just a stupid block,” Fionn tells you as you lied your head on his lap. Fionn hated to see you upset and heartbroken. He knew that deep down that he would be able to treat you like the princess you are.

“Can I sleep over here tonight? I’m sorry I came here so late,” you tell him.

“No worries. Yeah. I’ll take the couch,” Fionn tells you. You smiled up at him before sitting up. You kissed his cheek before hugging him.

“Thank you, Fionn. You’ve been a really great friend to me,” you say to him. 

The next day, you were with one of your girl friends as the two of you were getting lunch together. You were ranting to her about your ex boyfriend who had left you for another woman.

“Maybe I should take a break from dating,” you tell her. 

“Honestly, I don’t know why you keep going towards all these guys when you have one who’s been there for you since you two were kids,” your friend tells you.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, I always thought you and Fionn would make a cute couple. Plus, when I first met him, I thought he was your boyfriend,” your friend mentions to you.

“Fionn is just my best friend.”

“Still. You two have always done everything together,” your friend points out. 

You thought about all the times you and Fionn had shared together. Fionn was always there for you and how you had always gone to him for comfort. 

“I don’t think he likes me in that way,” you tell your friend. 

“Yes he does! You just don’t see it,” your friend chuckles. 

You sat in your room thinking about what your friend had told you. Did Fionn really like you? 

The next couple of days, you and Fionn had hung out as usual. You’d help him with lines for auditions before the two of you ate some lunch or dinner together. You never realized on how handsome and caring he was to you until now. 

The next couple of weeks, you could feel yourself falling in love with him. Fionn didn’t noticed about your new feelings towards him. However, you were worried about ruining your friendship with each other. 

Fionn had a new audition that was coming up and had asked you to help him rehearse. However, the script had a kiss scene in it. 

“We can skip it if you’d like,” Fionn tells you. He wanted to kiss you but didn’t want to force you.

“It’s fine. I mean, it’s for your audition right?” You asked him.

“Are you sure?”

“Positive.”

You both started again from the top to when you both kissed. Fionn was hesitant to kiss you and so were you. But something pulled you both closer. You wrapped your arms around Fionn’s neck while his hands were on your hips. You both leaned in, finally kissing each other.

The kiss felt special between the two of you. You couldn’t explain it other than it being passionate. Fionn cupped your cheek as you both kissed. You pulled away slowly to look up at Fionn.

“I think I am in love with you,” you tell Fionn.

“I’ve always been in love with you,” Fionn confesses to you. You leaned in again to kiss him where Fionn held you a little closer to him.

The next morning, you woke up next to Fionn in bed. You smiled softly as he lied asleep next to you. Lifting his arm up a little, you scooted closer to have him hold you. Fionn got more comfortable as he held you close to him.

“Y/n.”

“Yes?”

“Will you be my girlfriend?” Fionn asked you.

“Yes,” you answered before kissing his hand. Fionn kissed the back of your head before snuggling up with you.

[fionnthebandersnacc]

Nightmares (Fionn Whitehead x reader)

Request: Could you maybe write an imagine where you meet Fionn at a friends party and the both of you end up staying over after the party ends and you have a nightmare and get into Fionn’s bed with him for cuddles?- by anon

Warnings: fluff, cuddles, nightmares??

Word count: 1067

Pairings: fionn whitehead x reader, platonic!harry styles x reader

A/N: This is taking place sometime after filming of Dunkirk has commenced, it just made it easier to frame a narrative. Just for reference, Y/D/J means ‘your dream job’ and Y/F/M means ‘your favourite movie’ On another note thank you so much anon bc I love love love this request writing it had me feeling all gooey and warm inside :) also I was listening to my cutesy lovey-dovey playlist when writing it so ahhh im so feeling this rn 😍 😍  also just as one final note, on my masterlist i wrote ‘cuddlebug’ was an imagine coming soon and this is technically ‘cuddlebug’, i just changed the name to ‘nightmares’ k thanks for coming to my ted talk :)

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“Y/N! It’s so lovely to see you darling!! Come in, come in!” Harry ushers you inside before throwing his arms around you in a warm embrace. “Hey Harry. I’ve missed you!” Pulling away, he pecks you on the cheeks, “I’ve missed you too pooki! Let me introduce me to my mates, they’re gonna love you!” He slings his arm around your shoulders and you walk together into the living area. Three boys are seated messily on the couch, limbs tangled and sticking out every which way as they yell and shout, immersed in the game of Mario Kart they’re playing. “Oi lads! Y/N’s here!” The boys stop at the sound of Harry’s voice, one falling off the couch in shock. A boy with curly brown hand acknowledges you first with a wave. “Hey, I’m Aneurin.” You smile at him, before the boy with long blonde hair waves you over. “I’m Tom. Here sit with us!” You smile, as Harry leaves your side and sits on the small sofa to the right. You follow suit, settling in between Tom and a boy with soft hazel eyes and brown hair. He smiles shyly at you, before extending his hand and greeting you. “Hi, I’m Fionn.” “I know.” you reply without thinking, mentally slapping yourself. “I-I mean Harry’s told me a lot about you.” you say, taking his hand and shaking it. “Ah, well he’s told me a lot about you too. It’s nice to finally meet you.” He smiles sincerely at you, and you feel a tingly warmth spread through your body. “It’s nice to finally meet you too. Harry really had fun doing the movie with you guys.” “Yeah it was a blast. I honestly never would’ve guessed that I’d become friends with that idiot, but here we are.” You laugh, nodding your head. You look down and realise you’re still holding Fionn’s hand. You blush, as Fionn releases your hand and rubs his cheek bashfully. Out of the corner of your eye, you spot Harry staring at the pair of you, a satisfied smirk on his face. “So what do you do y/n?” “I’m a Y/D/J.” The conversation picks up again, flowing smoothly between you, and the more you talk to him, you become more at ease, feeling as if you were talking to an old friend. You couldn’t help but study his face, the sharp jaw, the freckles covering his nose and cheeks, his hazel green eyes. He was beautiful, and smart, and witty, and you couldn’t stop the butterflies swarming your stomach. “Hey, let’s watch a movie!!” Harry jumps up like an excited puppy at Aneurin’s suggestion, causing you and Fionn to jump apart. “Yeah, what should we watch?” Fionn says as he leans back on the couch. You follow suit, taking note of how Fionn’s arm moves to rest around your shoulders. Harry pulls out Y/F/M and you nod enthusiastically. “We’re watching Y/N’s favourite movie. Settle in lads!” He takes the DVD out of the case, putting it into the DVD player.

=================================== “Shit, it’s late. Thanks for having us Haz, see you tomorrow.” Tom and Aneurin hug Harry before walking out through the front door. You finished the movie, and after another few hours of fucking around playing Mario Kart, everyone was tired. Fionn stretched his arms out, then rubbed his eyes tiredly before looking up at Harry. “Hey Harry, would you mind if I crashed here? I’m too tired to drive.” “Yeah sure, I’ll set up the pull-out for you.” Harry pauses for a moment before turning to you. “What about you Y/N? You wanna crash here too?” You nod, feeling your eyes droop. There’s no way you could drive home like this. “If you want, you can sleep in my bed and I’ll sleep on the air mattress in here with Fio-” “Oh that’s fine I’ll just sleep in here.” It comes out before you fully think about the situation. You. Sleeping next to one of the cutest guys you’d ever met. Before you could take anything back Harry’s handing you a bundle of sheets for the couch and the air mattress and saying goodnight, smirking at you before heading upstairs. You drop the sheets on the couch, rubbing your neck awkwardly. “Sorry, I probably should’ve asked if you’d minded me sleeping here.” Fionn shakes his head. “Don’t worry about it love, as long as you’re comfortable.” You nod, then move to start setting up the couch and the air mattress together. “Hey, you take the couch. I’m not gonna make you sleep on the floor.” “Fionn don’t be ridiculous, I’ll be on a mattress!” “Bu-” “No buts. I’m a big girl, it’s okay.” “Alright...but if you change your mind…” “I won’t!” “Okay...if you say so.” He relents, smiling at you before lying down on the couch. You lie down on the couch. Closing your eyes, you smile at the thought of Fionn’s presence, before drifting off to sleep.

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“Fuck...leave me alone…. no…why did you do that to me... no… please don’t...FUCK!” “Y/N? Wake up!” Your eyes fly open, seeing Fionn gently shaking your shoulder. You’re covered in sweat, shaking like a leaf. You sigh, burying your head in your hands and rubbing your eyes. You thought the nightmares would have gone away by now, but your past has continued to haunt you. “Hey, Y/N, are you okay?” He brushes your hair out of your face. You shake your head, feeling hot tears spill down your cheeks. “It’s just these fucking nightmares…” Fionn shuffles closer, wrapping his arms around you and stroking your hair. “Hey, it’s okay… you’re okay.” You clutch him tightly, letting the tears fall. You were so tired of being afraid, but Fionn’s embrace calmed you and made you feel safe. You pull away, wiping your eyes. “Thanks Fionn.” He smiles and nods, absentmindedly kissing you on the forehead before getting up and lying back down on the couch. You think for a minute, before standing up and sliding in next to Fionn. He doesn’t question you, instead wrapping his arms around you as you lay your head on his chest and close your eyes, basking in his warmth and humming in bliss. You drift off to sleep again, the last thing you feel being Fionn tracing circles on your back and kissing your forehead. 

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A/N: Omg that was so fun to write!!! i love fluff pieces ahhhh🥺🥺hope you guys enjoyed that! Feel free to reblog and let me know what you thought!! I’ll be uploading a Scott Reed imagine sometime tomorrow (or later today for all you non-Aussies). Requests are still open!!

[hozierandco]

Fanfiction about F. Whitehead: First chapter

"Oh, come on, Fionn, don't be a party pooper, come around, it's been so long!"

"Aneurin... I still have to learn my script..."

"Man! Take it with you... How old are you, gramp?! Just stay two hours or something!", replied Aneurin Barnard, who had worked with Fionn Whitehead lately.

Fionn sighed at his cellphone. "Fine. Two hours, then"

Fionn quickly took a checked shirt out of his wardrobe. Before that, he was only wearing some underwear as he had spent the whole morning reading his script to the overdose. Aneurin lived at about ten miles, in the North of London but it had been something like four months they had not met, because of busy schedules.

Y/N was a pal of Jack Lowden, who was also invited to the party. She was fairly enthousiastic about seeing Jack again and so she had looked forward to this event for days. Even though she did not know anyone but Jack, she was certain it would be a hell of a party. She dressed herself with a floral blouse and a pair of jeans. Casual but efficient, she thought.

Y/N arrived by 8 at Aneurin's. When she saw Jack, she felt reassured and she was quickly introduced to most of Dunkirk's cast and technicians. Although a bit shy at the start, she broke out with light conversations, a glass of liquor in her hand.

The bell rang but the general atmosphere did not enable most of the guests to hear it. Aneurin reached out for the door. On the threshold stood Fionn with his disrupted messy hair and his script in his fist.

"Hey, it's Fionn", shouted Aneurin to the beehive. No reply, of course, but the noise. "Fionn, glad you came... And you brought your script, you stubborn boy! It won't do you no harm to unwind. And I've heard that when you start partying, we can't stop you", said the host to a blushing Fionn.

He joined the living-room and poured himself a drink. And then, he saw her.

"Her name's Y/N", whispered Jack to Fionn's ear. "And you should definitely talk to her", he added almost winking. No, Jack was not the most subtle guy. Yes, Jack was right.

[countlessimagines]

The Gamer Guy [ Colin Ritman x Reader ]

Summary: your brother Stefan introduces you to the one and only Colin Ritman

“hello!! can you write a colin ritman x reader? fluff of any kind? (i can be more specific if you like :})” - @the-outrages

“Please write anything Colin please 😭 I’ve always loved will, now he’s finally being appreciated I need my fix of fanfic 😂x” - @justleave-already

“Hey. Can you write me a few imagines with Cokin Ritman from Bandersnatch. And then tag me in them? Thanks ❤” - @maryhuffxoxo

Warnings: Some language

MASTERLIST

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It was a tough week for your little brother, Stefan, to say the least. You saw him rotting away in his room trying to finish Bandersnatch but it just wasn't going well for him. You went to go check on him one day and when you entered his room, he slammed his fist against the desk.

“Stefan?” You cautioned while walking over to him. “Hey, maybe you need a break.”

He rotated in his seat and looked at you so frustrated and miserable. “Yeah, that - that would be nice.”

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You drove Stefan and yourself to his favorite lunch spot and parked in front. Getting out of the car, Stefan saw someone he knew and hurriedly walked to the sidewalk to say hello.

“Colin?” He said and started fiddling with his fingers. Now that he was in the situation, he didn’t know what to say.

Colin looked at Stefan and didn’t miss a beat while nodding, “How’s it going with Bandersnatch?”

“Frustrating, really really frustrating,” He stammered. “But my sister drove us here so we could eat and I could get my mind off of it.”

You walked up to the two and eyed Colin suspiciously, “And who are you?”

“I’m Colin,” he said and titled his head. You had the thought he was checking you out as his eyes darted over you.

“Ah, yes,” You nodded and pointed your finger at him, “You’re that gamer guy that my brother always talks about... Want to join us for lunch?”

Colin took a second to think but agreed and followed you two inside. Funny thing it was, though, for the server. He had just left the restaurant only a few minutes ago.

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“Eh, they’re not my favorite band,” You said and skipped through the various records Colin had in his room. “I rather listen to my dad go on about his new food techniques he learned. Which is so boring, may I add.”

Colin chuckled from where he sat on his couch, staring at you with a certain look in his eyes.

“I bet that’s not too bad.”

“Want to bet? You should come to my house sometime... He's also pestering Stefan so much that I think the poor kid is going to snap at him.”

“Mm, that's not good. Especially if he’s working. Might release his anger on your dad if he messes up or something goes bad. I yelled at someone so badly one time that they quit.”

“How charming.”

You both had found out that there were many similar interests Colin and you shared. Stefan became wary about you two hanging out - claiming he had terrible dreams where you two being together wasn't the best. You ignored your little brother’s concerns and carried out the blooming friendship - or whatever it was - with Colin.

You often caught him observing you, a look of admiration on his face.

Turning around, you took a seat next to him and noticed that he became a little more tense.

“So, did you see your latest reviews on that one show? Stefan had it on and I was listening in. They gave it a good review.”

Colin shrugged, “I don’t really look at those types of things.”

“Oh come on!” You told him exasperated. “It’d help you. You know, some criticism.”

“What did you think about the game?” He questioned, more interested in your answer more than a random kid on the television.

“I liked it, but I prefer others games more than yours,” You teased and noticed him get visibly upset. “I’m just joking.”

“Yeah, yeah,” He smiled and placed his hand on your knee. “Well, you better head home, check on Stefan.”

You became confused because it was only an hour ago you arrived, “How - how come?”

“I’m tired and I have a long day tomorrow,” He said bluntly and his  “Okay,” You murmured and collected your things. “Want out hang out on Saturday?”

“I’ll have to see.”

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A couple weeks went by and you heard nothing from Colin. No calls or visits.

You tried to reach out to him but he always said he was busy or didn’t have the time to hang out with you.

Thinking you did something wrong to scare him off, you stayed at home and didn't really leave unless it was for meals. And Stefan noticed this.

He knocked on your door and saw that your were laying down with your headphones on. He approached you and took the headphones off, “You alright?”

You shook your head, “Colin’s been blowing me off. I don’t know what I did.”

Stefan sighed and held back the urge to say I told you so, but didn't and mumbled instead, “I don't think it’s your fault.”

“Why else would he reject me?” You shouted and then apologized to Stefan who moved back a bit. “Sorry, I’m just - I don't know. I thought there was something special between us, you know? We have so much in common and had fun hanging out together. Guess it was all for nothing.”

Stefan saw how broken you were over Colin not paying attention to you so he made up his mind on what to do, “I’ll be back.”

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It was later on that night that another knock came to your door. You sighed, not really up to talking to Stefan about Colin or you dad asking if you were hungry.

“Come in, I guess,” You mumbled loud enough for the person to hear you. Sitting up on your bed, you could feel some bones cracking because of how long you were laying down.

Colin shyly slid into the room and did an awkward smile.

A lot of thoughts ran through your head. First, you wanted to hit him with a pillow. Second, you wanted to cry. Three, you wanted to push him out. You went with option one.

Chucking a large pillow at him, he tried to dodge it but rather got hit harder, “Hey! Hey! Easy with the pillows.”

“You are truly a terrible person.”

“I wouldn’t say terrible. Im here, aren't I?”

You raged, “After two weeks of rejection! What happened, Colin? Did you lose interest in me and think I wasn't worthy of being in the presence of the Colin Ritman?”

“No, it’s not like that!” He said and made a large step to your bed. “I... I just... I couldn't...”

“You couldn’t, what?”

“I couldn’t see you because I... I have feelings for you.”

You were shocked by his statement and gave him a what the hell look.

“I know it’s crazy and we’ve only know each other for not even two months. But, there's something about you that makes my heart sting and my head go high wire and my thoughts filled with how much I love you.”

“It’s not crazy at all,” You comforted him and fully stood up from your bed. “Hearing what you said made me realize I have feelings for you, too. I think that’s why I got so mad. I thought I lost a really amazing man.”

Colin beamed at you so brightly and rushed forward. He grabbed your face in his hands and kissed you roughly, but you didn’t mind. Kissing him back felt like it was an eternity waiting for something like this to happen. And it felt warm and familiar.

“Are you guys okay?” Stefan came into the room and then instantly left. “I wasn't suppose to see that.”

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[harringtons-writer]

Our Friend From The Future 

Requested: YESSS!! :)

1) Bandersnatch request: Where one of the decisions is telling the reader (his best friend or something) that he loves her and the “friend from the future” picks to tell the reader and he’s so confused as to why he’s admitting his feelings…Sorry if it’s so confusing lol

Pairing: Stefan Butler x Reader (Romantic) 

Word count: 1210

Warning(s): BIG OLD FLUFF + swearing, Not completely the storyline of Bandersnatch.

Summary: Stefan loves his best friend Y/N but that’s his little secret, or is it?

A/n: I hope you like it :) Other requests are on their way!  Also writting these makes me want to rewatch Bandersnatch again and again. 

(Not my Gif)

Stefan jumped up, he had a bad dream again. Sitting upright, he stared at the hundred papers lying around in his room. The path he was working on didn’t progress at all. He hadn’t seen a dash of daylight for days nor did he touch any food and worse of all he ignored your calls. 

Daydream about Y/N / Work on Bandersnatch 

Stefan grabbed the framed photo of you and him from his nightstand. Why was he suddenly thinking about you? He wanted you to be here, that you woke him up with your soft lips instead of one of those stupid dreams. Wait, what? No! you’re his best friend, he shouldn’t think about you like that. He quickly banished those thoughts out of his mind. 

Forget about Y/N / Call her to come over

Maybe I should call her? Yes! Yes! Tell her how much I really like her! No! Definitely, No! Anyway, Stefan crept downstairs. He didn’t want to wake up his dad only for him to hear him whine to you to come over. He rapidly ran your house phone and waited.  

“Y/N, Are you there?” He whispered as the quietness made him go a little mad or even more mad than he already was. He tapped his right foot on the floor while he played with the phone cable with his free hand dying for an answer. “Yes, Stefan.” He heard a yawn on the other side of the line and felt slightly relieved. “Why are you calling in the middle of the night?” You questioned as you tried to keep open your eyes and not falling asleep against the wall “I needed to hear your voice, No, No, I want more! I want to see you,” He blurted out. What the fuck was wrong with him? Why was Y/N the only thing he could think of? Y/N! Y/N! Y/N!  “I’ll see if I can come over tomorrow,” You were, after all, a tad bit mad at him for ignoring your calls for days. “Not right now?” His voice saddened. “Stefan, do I need to worry?”

You couldn't help but hoist yourself in your clothes and bike over to Stefan’s place. Stefan meanwhile walked circles around his coffee table, impatiently waiting for you to knock the damn door.  Should he hug you or go in for a kiss straight away? Oh No, He was thinking about kissing you again. Stefan jumped up and down hoping this would keep you off his mind for just a second but it didn’t help.

Stefan practically pulled you in making you stumble over your own feet. “seriously,” You sighed looking at an even worse looking Stefan than you had imagined. Just hug her, Stefan. he opened his arms and you fell into them. 

Invite upstairs / Talk about Bandersnatch

“Oh God,” You froze seeing the state of his room. “Come in,” Stefan grabbed your hand as he staggered through his room and supported on you. “I missed you, all of you,” he patted the place next to him on his bed. “Last time I checked your room had walls,” You admitted as you tried to avoid Stefan weird behaviour. 

Tickle side / Boop nose 

Stefan pointed a finger in your face, making you look at it as he booped your nose. What the fuck? “Are you drunk?” You held onto Stefan's shoulders, he was shaking violently, had this stupid grin on his face and giggled with every word you’ve said. “Are you on drugs?” 

Stefan brushed his finger over your face, playing with your bottom lip. “Just a little tired, Y/N but never on you,” Was he getting cheesy and with you? What on earth was wrong with him? He wrapped his arms around your neck, “I need just one more hug,” 

you kept it cool, Stefan was your best friend after all and for all, you knew he was just overworked and possible drunk or maybe high, but secretly you didn’t mind this new physical attention. 

Play with hair/ Brush cheek

“Can I play with your hair?” Stefan all of the sudden stumbled out. “Play with my hair?” Y/N questioned amused. “I don’t know why but I have to urge to play with your very beautiful hair,” He reached out for your hair. “I mean if that’s what you really want…” Y/N laughed as she saw Stefan struggle to keep his hands off her hair.  “I don’t know, I really don’t know,” Stefan slapped his hand away from your face. 

Long juicy declaration of love / just say ‘I love you’

“Really?” Stefan sighed rolling his eyes. “Y/N?” suddenly the grin disappeared and Stefan seemed serious. “Please leave,” he looked down. Why was he doing this to himself? “Leave, I just got here?”  you grabbed his hands. “Stefan, I really don’t want to leave, I stay!” You looked at him. 

“Sometimes, it’s hard to find words to tell you how much you mean to me. As you know I never was a guy of many words. A lot of times, I don’t say anything at all. But here you are, sitting with me, laughing with me. I hope someday, you’ll understand, having you is what I live for. I love you.” The big smile on his face faded away as he realised he just admitted his real feelings for you. This was it, he officially ruined a lifetime of friendship. “Shit!” He exclaimed. “What are you feeling now?” you asked as you moved closer to him and placed your hand on his chest, you could feel a heavy heartbeat. “I’m confused.” 

Get more confused / Kiss Y/N 

Stefan leaned in and whispered, “Can I Kiss you?” Did he really just asked that? To his surprise, you nodded yes. With his hands, he pulled you closer to him till your lips touched. Man, this feels good. “I’m in love with you, Y/N. I’ve been in love with you for a while.” he smiled. “that’s okay, me too.” you rested your forehead on his. 

Tell whats wrong / Find out why Stefan admitted his feelings

You sat on Stefan’s lap while he was programming his next path when he thought out loud  “I really meant what I said but I didn’t mean to tell you, It was like someone forced me to finally tell you, not like a voice in my head but a force controlling my mind and body,” he pressed enter. “My Y/N I present you Bandersnatch,” you clapped your hands in excitement. 

“Damn it, that’s not was supposed to happe-” The screen twitched and suddenly an ‘N’ appeared on the screen. “What’s that?” You looked at Stefan. “I have no clue.”  

IM WATCHING YOU ON NETFLIX

“Fucking hell,” Stefan looked at you. 

I MAKE DECISIONS FOR YOU

“What the fuck is Netflix?” you questioned. “Seriously, what does that mean?” 

IT IS A STREAMING ENTERTAINMENT PLATFORM FROM THE EARLY 21STE CENTURY

“We don’t know what that means, you’re not making any sense,” Stefan wrapped his arms around your waist to pull you away any time. 

IT’S LIKE TV, BUT ONLINE. I CONTROL IT. 

I MADE YOU CONFESS YOUR FEELINGS TO Y/N 

Stefan and you looked at each other. “I’ll guess thanks!”

I HAD TO ;) I’M YOUR FRIEND! 

“Our friend from the future,” Stefan smiled before locking lips with you again.  

[leoritman]

IM SO BACK BABY

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[fionnlydarling]

I’m living for the “get you a man who can do both” fionn post because that literally what I thought when I saw him show up to that event in a suit. AUGH he’s everything 😪💕 i can’t help but imagine going out with him when he wears something comfy and cozy and then another time when he’s all suited up. And then wearing his suit jacket or iconic brown jacket when it gets cold. Taking the underground and cuddling on the tube on the way home. Okay I’m done. Bye.

So this wasn’t a writing request but I just thought this ask was so cute I had to at least write some little Fionn x Reader imagines based on it! Apologies to the anon for not having replied to this ask earlier, I just wanted to hold onto it in my inbox so I wouldn’t forget about it! Hope this makes up for it ✨

It’s a chilly day and you and Fionn have spent literally all day on the couch curled up in a blanket watching Netflix, but you’ve only been half-watching. You can’t be expected to focus on whatever show is on when Fionn’s tracing his lips against your collarbone.

It’s getting late though and you’ve been up for hours and neither one of you have had breakfast so you drag yourselves to the kitchen but there’s not much in the way of decent ingredients in the fridge.

So Fionn invites you to breakfast, though really it’s lunch at this point and you both bundle up. You throw on Fionn’s yellow raincoat and Fionn goes for his trusty Carhartt jacket and your lips curl up into a knowing smile.

“Not a word,” Fionn warns playfully and you burst out laughing. Even though it’s years old and literally has torn seams in one of the pockets, Fionn loves that jacket and still can’t bear to part with it.

After breakfast you know you need to do the shopping and other errands and you’re not expecting Fionn to tag along. You know he has that play premier he has to go to tonight and you try assuring him that you’re fine going alone but Fionn’s insisting he wants to go and that he’ll have plenty of time to head back to the flat to change before the play.

It’s odd how these moments that should be sort of mundane feel almost idyllic whenever you’re with Fionn. It shouldn’t be fun running errands but it doesn’t feel like a chore when Fionn’s there. It should be boring strolling through every aisle trying to find the best sales for fruits and vegetables this week, but you don’t mind it when Fionn’s at your side, his hand brushing against yours.

The light’s dwindling and Fionn suggests treating yourselves to ice cream. You’re laughing because it’s too cold for ice cream and warn him that he’s wasting time but he wraps his arms around you and kisses you right below your ear, murmuring against your skin that time with you is never time wasted. It’s freezing but your face warms and so you roll your eyes and let Fionn drag you to Gelupo.

By the time you’re both done with your ice cream there really isn’t any time for Fionn to get back to the flat, change, and get to the play in time. You’re starting to suspect that Fionn chose Gelupo because it’s only a short walk from Trafalgar Studios.

“You’ll do anything to avoid wearing a suit,” you lecture playfully, shaking your head at Fionn. “You didn’t even wash your hair this morning.”

“Tonights for everyone in the play, no one will care,” Fionn insists and you shake your head amusedly. Fionn’s hair isn’t exactly greasy yet but you take your beanie off and reach up to put onto Fionn’s head, just in case.

As you do that Fionn leans forward to steal a kiss and you smile into it. He’s just so warm and cute and yours and you can’t help it if your hands wrap around his neck, the kiss deepening as Fionn wraps his own arms around your waist.

“You’re going to make me late to this premiere,” Fionn murmurs against your lips when you’ve parted for a breath. Your jaw drops, “Me? I’m going to make you late?”

Fionn laughs and and kisses your cheek, “I’ll see you tonight.”

You watch him go, shaking your head but there’s a smile stained on your lips.

A few days later and you’re both in bed, in those drowsy between awake and asleep.

You’re already more awake than he is, Fionn always having been harder to wake than you. Fionn on his belly, head turned towards you, eyes still closed, breathing in slow and deep.

Your heart’s full, just staring at him like this. Having one of those moments where everything is still and it’s just you and Fionn and not believing how unbelievably lucky you are to have him in your life.

It’s getting late though, so you reach out and gently brush his dark curls from his face, a happy hum vibrating off Fionn as he stirs awake, lips curling into a soft smile at your touch even as his eyes remain closed.

“You’re going to be late,” you warn him teasingly and his smile immediately turning into a groan.

Fionn whining, his face contorting into a grimace and turning his head into the pillow so his voice is muffled when he says he doesn’t care if he’s late.

You laughing, reaching out to trace circles on his shoulder-blade. Part of you wanting to be an enabler and stay cuddled up in bed with Fionn, but one of you has to be the voice of reason. So you remind him, again, of just how amazing Bandersnatch was and what it’s been doing for his career and that he owes it to Charlie and Annabel to be there because Bandersnatch is being nominated for an award.

Fionn knows you’re right. He just doesn’t want to deal with formality and charade of it all or all the small talk or having to talk to interviewers.

“And Will will be there, so that’ll make it fun at least. You haven’t been able to see him in a while.”

“That’s true,” Fionn says quietly, turning his head so his voice isn’t muffled anymore. Him sighing and meeting your gaze, nose wrinkling unhappily, “But I have to wear a suit.”

Laughter bubbling out of your throat even as you roll your eyes.

“Come on,” you say before smiling mischievously. “How about we save some time, take a shower together.”

That piques Fionn’s interest, and suddenly he can’t get out of bed fast enough. Your laugh turns into a squeal as he races to you, picking you up and carrying you to the bathroom where your shower takes a lot longer than it would have if you’d showered separately.

Fionn attends the BPG Awards as planned and literally attends only the bare minimum amount of time required of him to be there. He can’t even be bothered to stay for the after-party and instead texts you asking if you fancy going out for a late dinner at that Indian place you both like.

You roll your eyes but quickly throw on a dress before catching a cab.

You wait outside the restaurant on the pavement, leaning against a light pole for him when you finally see Fionn come around the corner.

You ask how it was and Fionn just shrugs, reaching out to play with the fabric of your dress right over your waist, stepping close and it amazes you that being so near him like this still makes your heart skip as if it were your first date again.

“Wow,” you say and when he tilts his head you smile, teasing, “You know your Carhartt jacket has a special place in my heart babe but I’ve got to say, you clean up so good in a suit.”

Fionn snorts but you can see how his cheekbones tinge pink and you have to bite on your lip to keep from grinning too wide.

Fionn laughs leaning in close, catching your lips with his and you just take a moment to sigh happily into the kiss, your hand reaching up to stroke his jaw. Neither one of you are much for public displays of affection and your in the middle of London for all to see, but for just a few moments you can’t be bothered to care.

It’s many moments before you break the kiss and still Fionn stays close, nose brushing against yours, just revelling in the closeness second before finally stepping into the restaurant, hand in hand.

Dinner’s delicious and you’re both so engaged in conversation with each other you stay until closing. Fionn tells you about the event, how they won the award they were nominated for and how he’d missed hanging out with Will and he’d had a good time. You try not to gloat that you were right.

Leaving the restaurant you’re so full you don’t want even want to walk the short distance to the underground and it’s a bit chillier than you thought it would be, but Fionn notices you shivering. Without a word he’s dropping his suit jacket over your shoulders and it’s a small gesture but it has you blushing and smiling to yourself the whole rest of the way.

The tube’s pretty empty this late at night. Fionn plops down on a seat, raising his arm for you. You don’t skip a beat tucking yourself into his shoulder and Fionn pulls you close.

Fionn’s free hand reaches out to hold one of yours, his thumb stroking the skin of your palm and it’s so soothing you’re half ready to take a quick power nap right then and there.

“So you had a nice night then?” you ask sleepily in an effort not to fall asleep. Fionn shrugs, “It was a nice night. I was much more looking forward to this though.” Your heart swoops and you tilt your chin up to look at Fionn who’s gazing down at you and you can see that he means what he said.

It’s been a long evening and you’re tired, but in that good kind of way. You’re wondering when you guys started making this work, juggling your life and Fionn’s life and still making time for each other, but somehow you have. As you smile at Fionn you can feel your gaze soften for him because you know inside that it’s worked because you and Fionn work, together.

Fionn smiles and leans forward to press a hot kiss against the side of your neck that makes your heart stir and you press yourself closer to him. It’s been a lovely evening.

[enthusiastic-sarcastic]

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[mysteryartisticwriter]

The Boy From the Record Store // Stefan Butler X Reader

A/N: I have news! Before Tumblr, I had a Wattpad account and since I haven’t updated there for a while, I decided to put all of my ‘Bandersnatch’ one shots all in one book on my Wattpad account. My Wattpad name is “Artistictia”

Stefan might act a little OOC at times of this but not much. I used a prompt that I saw somewhere on Tumblr but idk who made it but creds to them.

PROMPT: “Yeah, being pretty must be tiring.” “Then you must be exhausted.”

REQUESTS ARE OPEN BTW

Requested: Nope

Warnings: Cussing, SOME ADORABLE STEFAN BUTLER MOMENTS

Not my gif!! (Please tell me if you, the owner, would like me to take the gif down!)

For the past few days, you’ve been going to this local game and record shop that wasn’t too far from your home. Your mum and dad never really minded you going to the shop on your own, considering you got exercise.

Your work at a coffee shop was stressful sometimes, so you usually came to look at the newest released records and games to relax. The times you came were after work, usually at sunset. But only recently have you started to go a lot more during the day because of one specific boy.

His cute ruffled dark brown curls and light freckles that covered his face seemed to attract you right away. But your favorite detail about him was his beautiful and almost sunflower looking, green eyes. They always seemed to switch back and forth between two records or two games. But the way his gaze always flowed between them, his eyes focusing on them, it made you crazy.

Needless to say, you had a small crush on the boy from the record shop.

How could you not though? It was almost like everything about him was fascinating! From his physical features to the few words you’ve heard him quietly speak. The way he barely talks and walks around shyly, it makes him even more attractive and mysterious!

Unfortunately, you’re sort of like him. You were pretty shy at the same time talkative, then again, you only talked a lot when you got anxious and nervous. So trying to find a way to talk to him wasn’t going to be easy.

Here you are now, wandering the record store like an idiot, glancing back and forth between the boy of your dreams and your hands. You had a habit of fidgeting with your hands, sometimes biting your nails at times.

Thinking back and forth at what you should do at the moment, your mind almost broke.

‘Come on (Y/n)! It can’t be that hard! Just make a conversation. Oh god, what do I say? What do I start with?’ 

Finally, you worked up the courage and made your way over to him. You noticed he was looking through a list of records that he had written down, most of which you knew.

Looking through a box of records next to him, you saw the boy pick up two different record albums. He looked like he was having a tough choice to choose between which one to get, so you decided to take your chance to speak up.

“If I were you, I’d pick ‘The Bermuda Triangle’. It’s uh... pretty neat.” You told him, and your voice caused him to look over to you confused.

‘Neat? Neat?! That’s the fucking word I use?! God dang it, he probably thinks I’m weird.’ You internally screamed at yourself.

“Y-You listened to it?” The adorable looking boy asked, gesturing to the album he was holding. You sighed in relief in your head.

“W-Well uh...yeah! I-I noticed you were having some trouble trying pick which one to buy so I just thought I’d give you some insight on it. B-But of course you don’t really need to listen to me. I am just some r-random stranger you met in a record store anyway...” You rambled on, anxiety filling the hole where confidence once was.

To your luck, the dark haired boy gave you a small, shy smile. You returned it of course but looked at your shoes almost immediately, feeling embarrassed of your rambling.

“Th-Thank you for the insight. I have a list of several albums and music to pick from but I-I just never know which one to pick.” He admitted.

“No worries. I know that feeling.” Your courage started to build up once more.

An awkward silence made it’s way between the two of you, but you were too focused on the boy’s gorgeous, colorful hazel eyes. As for him, the boy was still trying to take in your beautiful appearance, himself.

It wasn’t until almost a minute later that you finally broke from your trance and stuck your hand out to the boy across from you.

“I-I’m (Y/n).” You greeted with a large smile. He mirrored it back to you, showing his white, pearly teeth and taking your petite hand in his slightly large ones. The hazel eyed man shook it firmly.

“Butler...St-Stefan Butler.”

‘Oh heavens, even his name sounds beautiful!’ You dreamed in your head.

Suddenly, Stefan started to yawn a bit. And even when he’s yawing, you can’t help but gawk at his features. Without thinking, you said something you would later regret.

“Yeah, being pretty must be tiring.” You added.

Finally realizing what you had said, you quickly covered your mouth with your hands. You could already feel your face burning to a bright red.

But Stefan kept quiet but his mouth soon formed into a smirk, a damn sexy smirk. This was literally the most confident that you’ve ever seen him, even though you’ve only seen him inside the shop.

“Then you must be exhausted.” Stefan’s slight smirk was still peeping through his lips.

Instantly, your face began to turn a brighter red and you failed to even stutter out random words. Stefan found this as a negative reaction and his smirk faded into a frown.

“I’m sorry! I-I was just...actually I-I don’t know what I was thinking. I’m really sorry if I made you uncomfortable.” Stefan apologized.

Breaking out of your flustered state, you waved him off.

“N-no no no! I’m the one who should apologize! I-I’m not very good at flirting and I didn’t even realize what I had said in the first place.” You explained, fidgeting with your hands once more.

The stunning smile appeared back on his face.

“I guess we both suck at flirting.” The both of you laughed at the joke.

After chatting for about half an hour, you looked outside to see that it was growing dark. Your parents would be expecting you home and you had work tomorrow in the morning as well.

“As much as I would love to keep this conversation going, I must be getting home. My parents will be expecting me home soon.” As soon as you told Stefan, his smile defaulted a bit.

“Oh well, should I be seeing you tomorrow then?” He asked, hope in his hazel eyes.

You thought about it before having another idea.

“Actually, how able you meet me at the café that’s a road down. I work there from 8:30 to 3:30, maybe we could have a coffee once I get off?” You offered to him.

Almost instantly, his face started to burn a light pink.

“Y-yeah. Sounds perfect.” 

“It’s a date then.” You winked at Stefan, making him fluster his words much like you before.

Before leaving the shop, you gave Stefan a small wave. He watched as you left, your luscious (h/c) hair bouncing on your shoulders. Stefan let out a big breath that he didn’t even know he held in.

Stefan then noticed he was still holding ‘The Bermuda Triangle’ album in his hands. After all that talking, he didn’t notice at all. Stefan smiled to himself.

He couldn’t wait for that date.

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Reader Finding Out Zac Died

request: none

prompts: none

warnings: death, violence, guns, fighting, allusions to blood

a/n: i may have went a little overboard with this i just really liked this idea 😂

You wanted all of this to be over

The fighting

The division

The killing

You wanted it to stop

You wanted Christopher and Sela to give up, and join your side, ending the war between your sides

But if you knew what ending it would cost, you’d rather spend the rest of your life fighting

If it meant that you didn’t have to lose Zac

Christopher and Sela walked into your territory, and everyone aimed their weapons are them

The next words Christopher said would shatter you

“Put down your guns. Zac’s gone.”

You felt your heart stop

How could he be gone?

He promised you that he would be okay

That he would kill them, and end everything

And the two of you could be happy together, living out the rest of your life together

But all of that hope disappeared in two words

The world around you became a blur

Words were muffled

You felt yourself being pulled farther from reality

And then it all hit you

He was really gone

You walked over to them, not bothering to drop your gun

“Gone? What did you do to him? What happened?!” you screamed, feeling your voice break with each word

“We opened the airlock. And then he opened the door. He did it to himself,” Sela said softly

“No! You did this! You let him die! You killed him! How could you?!”

You dropped your gun to the ground with a dull thud before taking off

You had to get away

You didn’t know where you were heading to, you just couldn’t stay there any longer

You found yourself at the airlock

You stepped up to the window and gently placed your hand on the glass, staring out into the dark abyss

He was out there somewhere

You couldn’t get to him

He was gone

You were never going to see him again

The tears you’ve been trying so hard to hold back burst free

You let your forehead fall against the glass as you cried

Everything hurt

You loved him

You loved him more than you’ve ever loved anyone before

And he was gone

You were alone now

“We had to do it y/n. He was going to get everyone killed, I had to do something.”

You tensed up when you heard her voice

Sela

You spun around and shoved her

She stumbled backwards, but didn’t make any attempt to strike back

“Don’t say you had to! You didn’t have to kill him! He wasn’t going to kill us! He was going to free us! And you didn’t like that because it went against those precious little rules you’re so obsessed with! So you killed him! Don’t even try to make it sound like anything else! It’s murder! You killed him!”

You pushed her harder, making her fall down

You got on top of her and started punching her, trying to get your emotions out

Sela tried to push you off, but to no avail

She was almost unconscious when someone lifted you off

“Let me go!” you screamed

“No, you have to calm down,” Christopher said, not loosening his grip

“You- you killed him!”

With every word you felt the anger leaving you, because deep down you knew they were right

Zac was going to get everyone killed

All that was left was pain

Christopher loosened his grip and you turned around and hugged him tightly, sobbing into his chest

“I’m sorry y/n, we had to. You understand that, right?”

You nodded softly, allowing your weight to fall onto him

Even though it might’ve been the right thing, knowing that he was gong still hurt

How were you going to go on without him?