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fakescenarios-tohelpyousleep · 3 years ago

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Control| Stefan Butler {Bandersnatch}

summary| stefan feels like he’s being controlled, you have to help him take that control back.

Entering through the front door of the house Stefan shares with his father, you have deja vu to the last however many months since Stefan's meeting with Tuckersoft. The house was quiet and still, Stefan's father already had left for work leaving the two of you alone.

The only noises coming from his bed room was the clacking of Stefan's fingers on his keyboard and the scratching of his pencil on the notebook paper, as well as the soft turning back of forth of the pages of Bandersnatch which you read while laying, stomach first, on Stefan's bed. You didn't mind sitting in silence with Stefan day after day, it was better then not seeing him at all which is what would happen if you didn't join him in his room everyday. Everyday is always the same. You come to Stefan's late in the morning, mainly so you avoid his father, you bring him breakfast/lunch depending on the day, Stefan spends every waking hour programming and reading and re-reading the book. You don't mind, in fact, you like being there. And if we're being honest, you were scared to leave him alone. You're the only one who can get him to do anything outside of his game. Only you can get him to eat, only you can get him to calm down when the game crashes, only you can get him to take breaks and lye in bed with you and breath.

For as long as you've known Stefan, he's always been an anxious and fidgety person. Weather that meant biting his nails or pulling on his earlobe, you always thought it was something he did subconsciously to ease anxiety, however as weeks continued to pass you began to notice him not doing these ticks anymore and found him folding his hands under his arms, as if to keep him from doing them.

Right now was no different. The two of you sat in his father's car, parked on the curb just outside of your home. You had persuaded Stefan into driving you home as a means of getting him out of his desk chair. Asking for a ride was the easiest way to get Stefan away from the game, as if he didn't you'd be force to take public transportation. You were pulled from your thoughts and your humming of which ever Thompson Twins song was currently playing on the radio when you hear the shifting of Stefan in the drivers seat besides you. Your head was quick to snap to his director and spotted your boyfriend hunched over the steering wheel, tensely with his hands once again tucked tightly under his arms. You watch him for a few seconds, unsure of what to even do. Soon Stefan's body relaxes and his hands fall back onto the steering wheel in front of him. "Stefan, what the hell is going on?" Stefan slightly turns his head in your general direction but like normal he keeps his eyes down, besides the few split seconds he glances up at you. "Nothing, I'm fine." He's quick to reply, not wanting to worry you. However, it was a little too late for that. "No you're not, Stefan! You're completely stressing out over this Bandersnatch game, you're not even letting yourself calm your anxiety." Stefan's eyes finally raise to meet yours in a state of confusion. "What are you even talking about?" "You're nail biting and you pulling your earlobes, you always use to do it subconsciously when your anxiety was going off but now it seems like your fighting yourself to not let you calm yourself down." Your voice was filled with concern, and he hear it, however he was having an internal battle over something. He wasn't subconsciously doing those things, they weren't his choice, he wasn't controlling it. Dropping his arms from the steering wheel and into his lap, Stefan turned his whole body towards you. "I am fighting it, Y/N. I'm not the one in fucking control anymore!" His voice raised, however you didn't react. Him raising his voice has been a normal occurrence recently. "What do you mean?" Stefan stayed silent. "You feel like someone is controlling you?" "I don't feel like it, someone is Y/N!" Stefan's hands quickly slam down, gripping ahold of the center console, his quick movement make you flinch slightly. "What are you being told to do now?" With a dry mouth, your voice cracks as you ask. "To hurt you, but I don't want to, I won't." Stefan grits threw his teeth, his body finally relaxing. "How is it controlling you, Stefan?" The phrasing of your sentence reminds him of Dr. Haynes and his father, but it's your tone of voice that keeps him from thinking you're the same. "Everything, from the type of cereal I eat in the morning to the music I listen to, to the way I react. They control everything." You quickly lean forward and turn off the radio, stopping the Thompson Twins from playing. "Well-" You pause for a few seconds before continuing. "What do you need me to do when it happens?" Stefan looks at you once again, in shock. He was expecting you to call him crazy and run as far away from him as possible, he should know better but he couldn't help but let the thought run threw him mind. "I- I don't know." His head now hung in disappointment. Stefan knew you just wanted to help him, hell he wished he could tell you how but he didn't know. His body quickly relaxed more when you leaned your body over the center console of the car wrapped your arms tightly around your boyfriend's shoulders. "Listen, whenever you feel like you're being controlled to do something bad, just call out for me, okay? I'll figure something out." Stefan nodded into your shoulder, agreeing to your terms.

Clicking of the keyboard, pages turning back and forth in the book, Stefan's pencil on the paper. The same thing, just a different date. You're so lost in your own head and the book in front of you that you don't realize that all noises stopped, and you don't hear the sound of Stefan's fingers banging down on the wooden desk. It's not until your name rushes from his mouth that you finally look up from the book. The sight was terrifying to you. Stefan body was again tense and shaking, his fingers were the same way in an attempt to dig themselves into the wooden desk. "Y/N, it's fucking happening." You're besides him in seconds, one arm wrapped around his shoulders also as a way of letting him know you were with him. "What are they making you do, Stefan?" You pull him closer to your body as you're eyes stayed locked on his hands. Stefan doesn't verbally answer, however you can put two and two together when his hand begins moving towards his mouth, only for his other hand to take a hold of that one and slam it back down onto the desk. You lean forward, placing your hand ontop of both of his. "Stefan, listen to my voice, okay? I'm here, you are in control. I'm not gonna let anything bad happen to you." You can feel him fighting again your hands. In one swift motion you are in front of him sat up ontop of his desk, worried how he would react if you sat in his lap instead. Both of your hands moved to lace with Stefan's as you hold them tightly in your lap. You continue to talk to him, you stray away from using anything besides your normal voice in an attempt to not make Stefan feel like he's in therapy. After a few more minutes, you finally feel Stefan's body still and relax, you drop his hands only for him to lean forward and wrap his arms around your torso, laying his head in your lap. He stayed like that, saying nothing as you move your hand into his head of curls as a means of calming him. No more than 5 minutes later Stefan is dead asleep in your lap.

"Hello, Y/N" Stefan's father jumped as he turned from locking the door of the one room you nor Stefan have never been in, only to find you standing there. "Hi." You mumble back, before pressing on towards your boyfriend's bedroom. "Oh, Y/N?" his father called out from behind you, making you turn and face him. "Make sure Stefan gets a meal today, alright?" If he wasn't looking directly at you, you would have rolled your eyes at him. "Always do, Mr. Butler." You turn, roll your eyes and push your way into Stefan's bedroom. You stop as soon as you pass through his doorway. You watched as he fought to put the cup of tea back down onto his desk. You quickly drop your bag at the door way and run up behind Stefan wrapping your arms tightly around him from behind, forcing his arm down. "I'm not going to destroy my computer." Stefan stated, through his gritted teeth. You had told him to verbally say he wasn't going to do something, as a means of training his brain into controlling it himself. "You're not going to destroy the computer." Stefan's head came back to rest on your shoulder, or so you thought to rest before he began yelling out. "Who's doing this to me?" You let out a sign, you hated seeing Stefan this way, you hated that you just couldn't make it all stop. "Who's doing this to me?!" You wrap your arms tighter around your boyfriend, as of the moment, letting him know you were there was the only thing you could do. Both of your heads quickly snapped back to the computer screen when the screen suddenly went black and began making noises. White letters then began to show up one by one of the screen. "I am controlling you through Netflix." You and Stefan turn to one another in confusion before looking back at his screen and saying in unison, "What the fuck is Netflix?"

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imaginedisish · 6 years ago

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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.

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stefansunshine · 6 years ago

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the four times Stefan confesses his love for her and the one time she says it back

prompt ;; he loves you too much.

warnings ;; fluff, deaf!reader

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Ever since he laid eyes on you, Stefan was obsessed.

He met you in school, a volunteer for the special classes that you went to, and was already very interested in you. He tried walking up to you, starting up a conversation, but you just stared directly at him. Stefan blushed, wondered if something was wrong and his heart sank to his stomach when you wrote “deaf.” on your phone notes.

But Stefan did not give up.

When he wasn't working on his game, he was learning an entire new language just for you. It was hard for him and it took time but eventually when you two left school, you were able to easily communicate. The consideration and time he took was cute and admirable to you so you two quickly became best friends. Stefan nearly followed you everywhere, not even to help or protect you, but to just be around you. He loved your presence, your energy, and even though you couldn’t hear the many, many times he told you he loved you, he would never want to be away from you.

The first time was helping him with a paper for his game. It only had to be a page, explaining where the game was gonna go and how it’d play out, but he was completely stuck-until you came over.

You wrote with grace, fingers typing so smoothly on his computer keyboard, nodding at every sentence you wrote. You were in your own vibe and he could only watch you helplessly. You were so beautiful, always there to help him out when he was in a slump and he sighed gently as he couldn’t help but murmur, “I love you.”

Your head turned while he was talking and, seeing his lips move, you raised an eyebrow and signed, “What’d you say?”

Stefan blushed, signing back, “Nothing, sweetie.”

The second time was at a smoothie place that had just opened down the street from your house. You were signing quickly, telling him how much you wanted to try every single flavor they had and he laughed at you, helping you out of the car and into the restaurant. Though, before you approached the desk, he asked, “What flavor first?”

You purse your lips, tapping your temple before grinning. “Strawberry.”

He ordered and paid for the both of you, taking you to a booth near the window. He watched as you sipped your drink in excitement, watching your eyes light up and roll to the back of your head dramatically. He laughed at you, setting his drink down to ask, “is it good?”

“Delicious,” you said back, and he watched with wide eyes when he heard you giggle. He’s heard you laugh plenty of times, but it never managed to make his heart beat just a little faster. “Taste better than I expected.”

You continue to sip your drink, looking out the window to people passing by and Stefan sighed slightly. “I love you way too much,” he said to himself, shaking his head. What was he going to do?

The third time was at your parent’s place. All four of you were eating dinner when you excused yourself to the bathroom. Stefan had a close relationship with your parents since you were their daughter’s best friend, and unlike you, your parents weren't deaf; your mom only partly.

“I’m... so glad she found you,” your mother spoke, making Stefan look up from his food. “She really adores you, Stefan. But I have to ask-you learned an entire new language, just for her? Why?”

The real question was why they were asking him this now when you’ve been friends for years, but Stefan just shrugged. “She’s an amazing person, and I wanted to get to know her. Writing and texting was great, but it wasn't enough. For me, anyway.”

Your father raised an eyebrow. “Wasn't enough? Just like being only friends with her isn’t enough?”

Stefan paused, looking at him with wide eyes and your father could only laugh. “Oh c'mon! You’re over here almost all the time and she’s with you all the time as well. And I see the way you smile at her. The “deep in love” smile. That's how I smile at her mom,” he grinned, looking towards his spouse, who hit him, but was flustered. Stefan imagined you two like that-being married, in love, having kids, raising a family together. Still sharing that love years and years into your relationship.

“Do you love her?” your mother asked. Stefan looked down, then looked back up at them, sighing.

“I do,” he confesses. “I do love her. I’m in love with her. I’ve been in love with everything about her for years now.”

Your father smirked, saying something that would forever have him blushing. “Just know that you have our blessing.”

Later that night, you two are up in your bedroom, having the house to yourself after your parents went out for a date night. Stefan is lying down, near falling asleep when he sees you sit up and look at him curiously.

��Blessing?” you ask.

He blinks.

“I heard my dad say you have his blessing,” you signed, your eyebrows raising to his wide green eyes. “What’s that about?”

“Nothing!” he signs quickly, swallowing nervously. “Go to sleep, Y/N.”

You purse your lips, before your hands start to slow. “You wanna marry me, Stefan?”

Oh my god, he thinks, he’s going to die. You're about to tell him to leave and your friendship will be ruined. He’s about to lose the most important person in his life.

“Because if so, I’m up for it,” you sign with a wide smirk. “Just saying.”

“Y/N…” he actually speaks, his lip moving and since he’s been doing that often, you try your hardest to read his lips. “I love you too much.”

You're nervous. You hope your voice doesn’t sound busted. “I… love… you… too.”

Stefan’s mouth drops. He’s never, never heard you spoke before, especially saying something so intimate. You sound like actual music to his ears, even if your voice is rough and a little scratchy. Your face heats up and you look away from him but he hugs you tightly before signing in front of your face.

“I can’t wait to marry you, Y/N.”

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theoutsidies · 6 years ago

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Fallen for You-Bandersnatch

Paring: Young!Stefan x Young!Reader

Warning: cringe writing

A/N: just a lil something about the reader and Stefan meeting.

“I don’t wanna go, dad.” Stefan insisted as his dad followed him up their stairs.

“Oh, c’mon, Stefan, We’ll only be there for a few hours, then you can come back home and do whatever you’d like.” His dad assured . Stefan had his mind made up though, he didn’t want to go to his dad’s friend’s house, and play with their child, like some play-date. He was 14 now, he didn’t want to be treated like a baby.

“Well, I was thinking about stopping by the video game store on the way back,” His dad grabbed his keys, and smirked, “but I don’t know, if-“

Seeing Stefan sprint down the stairs, and throw himself into the car left his dad satisfied with the bribe he made.

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“Do I have to talk to em?” Stefan sighed, “Or can I just sit in their living room and pretend I don’t exist?”

“Talking, definitely,” his dad pulled up to the friend’s driveway, parking before turning to Stefan, “Just say hello, and just be nice. Can you do that for me?”

Stefan gazed at the unknown house, that he’ll be staying at. The feeling of worry and concern washed over him, as he hesitantly nodded.

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The house was nice,cozy, and had a good feel which calmed Stefan down a bit.

“Oh, yes, your son-“ The friend held out his hand waiting for a response.

“Stef-Stefan.” He shook his hand, stuffing his hand quickly back in his pockets after.

“And he’s about my daughter’s age?” The friend turned to his dad, as he pointed to up the stairs.

“Daughter?” His dad looked at Stefan, knowing Stefan couldn’t even interact with the school lunch lady, let alone a teenage girl.

“Yeah, I’ll call her down.”

He took a deep breath in before calling out her name.

Then, she came down the stairs, like out of a movie. She made eye contact with Stefan, making her avert her eye contact to her dad. Stefan knew that girl, she had went to his school.

“Y/N, this is Stefan.”

“Hi!” She cheered sticking out her hand for him to shake.

He murmured a quiet ‘hello’ as he shook her hand.

“Go take him to your room, and me and peter here, we’ll talk.” He laughed , “No making out in there!”

They laughed as the two teens blushed, and shook their heads.

“What school do ya go to?” She asked as he followed her up the stairs.

“We go-go to the same sch-school.” He stuttered out as she plopped onto her bed.

An ‘oh’ sound left her lips.

“So~” she trailed off, “Do you have a girlfriend?”

The sentence caught him off guard, “what?”

He awkwardly leaned on the doorway, watching her sit on her bed. Stefan did think that she was adorable, very pretty.

“Like, are you single? You know, like dating.”

“Oh, no, I’ve never had a girlfriend.”

Y/N was pleased with the answer. She started to have this weird tingly feeling in her chest everytime she spoke to him.

Then, Stefan got a sudden boost of confidence. Something in him, urging him to question her dating life.

“So, are you single?” He murmured out as he shifted his weight from side to side.

“Yeah.” She sighed, “single and ready to mingle, ya know.”

She chuckled at the end, showing Stefan her genuine smile. He couldn’t help but smile back.

“Your teeth are so white.” She went towards him, instructing him to smile again.

“My smile isn’t nice, my teeth are all messed up and it’s just- ugly.” He defended as he sat down next to the bed, leaning against it.

Y/N couldn’t help but feel sorry for him. She really thought he was pretty.

“It’s not ugly. It’s, um, it’s-“ she was hesitant to finish the compliment, but once she saw the gleam of hopefulness in his eyes. She just had to complete it, “cute.”

“Thank-thank-thank you.” He bit his nail before continuing, “I’m not used to being around p-pretty girls.”

He murmured out the last part.

She beamed a nice smile at him, and he gave one back as they stared at each other.

Y/N was sitting on her bed blabbering away about who knows what, and there was Stefan looking up at her, acknowledging every word the pretty girl said. He knew he was going to fall for her. He already was, but he didn’t care. He was going to enjoy every moment before he had to land, land on the harsh reality of being smitten.

This but younger ^

#fionn whitehead #bandersnatch #stefan butler #bandersnatch fanfic #bandersnatch imagine #stefan butler x reader #stefan butler imagine #stefan butler fluff

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spideyy-girl · 6 years ago

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Lipstick Stains ~ Stefan Butler

Request: omg omg could you write the cutest little drabble involving stefan and the reader is just kissing his face all over and he’s a flustered mess i would literally DIE PLEASE

okay so the kissing all over the face drabble? well, i thought of something BETTER! let’s say stefan is going off to tuckersoft for work and the reader is being all cute and leaves kisses all over his face right? unbeknownst that’s she’s wearing lipstick! stefan doesn’t realize and leaves, flustered of course. omfg can you imagine him walking into to tuckersoft and the LOOK on colin’s and thakur’s face enough said (bonus points colin has a shit eating grin ok i’m done) this is so fluffy ahhhhfjd

Summary: reader gives Stefan a few kisses before he leaves for work, but he completely forgets about her bright red lipstick, which now covers his face.

Fandom: Black Mirror: Bandersnatch

Warnings: Stefan is a lil bit older (early 20s), SO FUCKING FLUFFY AH!!

Word Count: 2956 (8.6 pages) whooie sorry ahaha

Date: January 31, 2019

A/N: So this was supposed to be short,,, but here we are. Also sorry if it took long, hopefully, you know why this bitch is a whole fucking book lmao. Anyways, I hope you enjoy, is like one of my favourite imagines ever probably, it’s so cute!!!

Relax, don’t do it.

“Stefan, please turn that bloody song off before I throw that radio across the goddamn room,” Y/N says, hitting her boyfriend without opening her eyes. Stefan groaned, letting off a chuckle, before reaching over to his bedside table to hit the snooze button before wrapping his arms around his girlfriend of over a year.

“Someone’s a little bit grumpy this morning,” he jokes, placing a kiss on her forehead. She smiles, hitting him again lightly on the chest. He traced her face with his long fingers until her eyes opened, revealing beautiful Y/E/C orbs to him, making him smile even more. “Good morning beautiful,” he says softly, yet his groggy morning voice is still very much heard.

“Morning, Stefan,” she replied, softly pecking his lips before getting up, dragging him out of bed with her, disregarding his begging her not to do so.

“Why don’t we just stay in bed all day, huh?” He suggests, pulling you back to the bed, sitting beside him. “We can put on a film, make popcorn... make out?” Y/N laughed, throwing her head back and shaking her head.

“That sounds lovely, darling, but you’ve got work in an hour,” she says, checking the clock. Stefan groaned again, his head going to her shoulder, leaving light kisses on her neck.

“Fuck work, I can do that later,” he said, kissing up my neck and eventually meeting my lips. I smile into the kiss, leaning into it before breaking apart. I nudged his nose with mine.

“That’s very sweet, darling, but I rather like this house and as much as I love spending time with you, I also love having a roof over our heads,” she says, giving him another kiss on the cheek before standing up again, bringing him with her through the small house they recently bought. “Now, what would you like for breakfast. Eggs?”

After eating their eggs and bacon, which was delicious, the couple went to get ready for their day, as always. Stefan put on a plain jumper and some jeans, a usual outfit that he wore what seemed like every day. Y/N dressed in a cute black dress, with a fitted top and flared out a bit from the waist down, adorned with little white polka dots. She went into the shared washroom attached to their bedroom and started on her everyday makeup. She didn’t wear too much, usually just a bit of concealer, some mascara, and of course, her signature red lipstick.

Stefan was getting ready to head out for work, he picked up his briefcase his walkman, headphones already around his neck. He put on his shoes and coat before calling out to Y/N that he had to leave now. As he was opening the door, he heard the patter of her small heeled shoes coming down the hallway.

“Wait! Stefan!” she called behind him. He turned around, seeing her jogging towards him with a paper bag. “I thought you might want some lunch,” she said, holding up the bag. He smiles gently and took the bag from her outstretched hand before placing it on a nearby table. Then he grabbed her waist.

“You’re not going to let me leave without a goodbye kiss, now are you?” He said, a joking smile on his lips as he looked at her. She truly was the most beautiful person he’s ever laid eyes on, and he didn’t know how on earth he deserved her, but it’s not like he’s complaining or anything. She smiled, looking down and shaking her head before looking back at him.

“How could I forget?” She said quietly, returning his giant smile with one of her own before grabbing his face in her smaller hands and started to kiss him all over her face.

She started on his left cheek, her lips pecking his soft skin every half inch as she made her way up and around his forehead, before going down to the right cheek and across his nose, then going down to his chin and jaw, leaving even more kisses. She could feel Stefan’s laugh vibrating against her mouth, and it gave her even more encouragement to leave more. She made her way to the corner of his mouth, her pecks starting to become longer and softer, her lips met with his. They were slightly chapped, but she didn’t mind, she never did. Her hands ran through his slightly tangled dark curls, brushing through them before placing them on the back of his neck as his hands wandered to her waist. Soon they pulled apart, foreheads pressed together, both smiling like idiots in love.

“You never cease to amaze me, love,” he says, kissing her lips again before pulling apart. He completely forgot about how before she started kissing him, she had the brightest red lipstick ion but now it seemed to be gone. Y/N didn’t take notice either, that is until now, stepping back to see Stefan’s face covered in lipstick stains, the same shade that was just on her own lips a few minutes prior. But she didn’t want to bother him with such information. She held back her laugh, before reaching up to smooth his hair, which was slightly tousled due to her digits carding through them before. He blushed before pulling down his sweater.

“I look ok?” He asked, making sure that his appearance was office worthy. She giggles, her hand covering her mouth, before nodding.

“You look lovely, darling. Just like always,” she said before picking up the briefcase he had dropped on the ground and pushing it against his chest, leaning in and giving him another quick kiss. “Now hurry along, we don’t want you being late for work, now do we?” She said. Stefan shrugged.

“I think it’s a bit too late to be saying that now,” he said, laughing. She scoffed and pushed him out of the door, waiting at the entrance to watch him get into their car and drive out of the driveway and down the street until she couldn’t see the shadow of it anymore. She walked inside before laughing hysterically. She really was quite evil sometimes.

Now down the road, Stefan was driving, a carefree smile on his face thinking back to the events from earlier and how much he loved his amazing girlfriend. He didn’t even realize the little present(s) she had left for him on his grinning face. He didn’t even realize the bright rouge colour scattered all over his face when he checked his mirror, his head too busy being stuck in the clouds. The other people on the road driving beside him sure did though, and not one person that passed by him didn’t give their own weirded or confused look. But he paid no mind.

He walked into the building, taking the elevator up to the floor where Tuckersoft was located, his mood still very bright. As the elevator doors opened, he walked out, saying hi to the secretary just outside the doors, not recognizing the look of complete shock on her face, and let’s just say it’s not because Stefan said hi to her, as he does that pretty much every day.

“Good morning, Colin,” Stefan says, plopping himself down beside his deskmate, catching the blonde’s attention. He turned his attention from his new game to Stefan, almost choking on a sip of water he took seconds before when he saw his friends face.

“Holy shit, Stefan!” he says, a shit-eating grin spreading against his face, grabbing his hand and bro-hugging him. “Well fucking done, mate!” Stefan had to say, he was a little bit confused from the enthusiasm but accepted it none the less.

“Umm, thanks, Colin! Well done to you too,” he replied, assuming he was talking about game development. Colin furrowed his eyebrows but still kept up his overly-large grin. It wasn’t often you saw Colin smile like this. But Stefan didn’t realize the mischevious look to it. Soon Mr. Thakur walks in to do the daily morning checkup meeting He walked out of his office and immediately paused when he saw the young boy with curly hair.

“Hello, Mr. Thakur. How’s your morning?” He says, walking to the usual meeting place, but Mr. Thakur stayed in place, his face getting red.

“What the bloody hell is this?” He says, gesturing to Stefan with a straight hand. “Is this a fucking joke, mate?” Stefan’s permanent smile faltered a bit, a look of confusion coming onto his face as he tilted his head a little bit.

“I-I’m sorry, sir? I don’t think I understand,” Stefan says, looking in between him and Colin, who was trying so hard to hold back his laughter that he started to tear up a bit.

“C’mon, mate. I know you love your girlfriend a lot and whatever, but shit man this is some shit even I wouldn’t do,” Colin said, shaking his head, letting a bit of his laugh escape his lips. This comment took the smile off Stefan’s face completely.

“What does Y/N have to do with all of this?” He says cluelessly, making all of his coworkers groan and look away in annoyance. Colin just laughed more and Thakur out his head in his hand, shaking it slightly. Stefan looked around the office confused.

“God, don’t you ever look in a goddamn mirror,” Mr. Thakur said, aggressively pointing over to the mirror at the front of the office. Stefan looked at it, but the from the far distance he couldn’t see his reflection. He looked back to Thakur, shaking his head no.

“Not usually, sir. It makes me uncomfortable,” he replies quietly, looking at his shoes which were now tapping against the ground. Thakur, once again, shows him towards the mirror, inviting him to see his reflection.

He walked over, his boss and Colin behind him. He didn’t look up until he reached his destination, and to say he was surprised with his reflection was a complete understatement. He stood in front of the long glass, eyes so wide they looked like they were about to pop out of their sockets, his mouth hung open. And the worst part was, he was shocked into standing still, he couldn’t move a muscle. Colin stepped up behind him, clapping a hand on his back before chuckling again.

“Dude, you look like you just got laid like five minutes before running in here,” Colin said, leaning back and bursting into laughter again. Stefan snapped out of it at that comment, pushing Colin, his face clearly expressing a ‘really? was that necessary?’ look. But he couldn’t say that he was wrong.

His hair was a complete mess, his face flushed a vibrant shade of pink, he wondered if it had been like that the whole time. But what stood out were the lipstick stains.

The goddamn lipstick stains. At least 20 of them. All over his face. In bright red.

He flashed back to earlier that morning, to the moment where he knew this had happened. She said he looked great. The fucking bastard, Stefan thought, she knew that he looked like this. She knew that he was going to the office today. He couldn’t help the grin peeking through, thinking about his crazy girlfriend.

“Stop daydreaming, Butler!” Mr. Thakur said, clapping in front of the boy, pulling him out of his daze. “Get this fucking monstrosity off your fucking face!”

“Calm down, Thakur. You’re just jealous you don’t get any action," Colin said, smiling mischievously before walking with Stean to the washroom so he could wash it off. They could hear Thakur yelling profanities at them in the background, and laughing.

Stefan sighed, looking at himself through the bathroom mirror, shaking his head. "I don't even know how this happened. She told me I looked fine before I left!" He said, shaking his head. Colin smiled and patted his friend's shoulder. Looking at him through the reflection.

"She just wants everyone to know that you're hers, ya know, you're taken, and all that," he says, trying to reason for her. "It's a girl thing, Kitty does it too. She makes me wear this damn ring all the time," he says, showing the boy the band on his left hand. Stefan narrowed his eyes.

"That-that's your wedding ring. You're supposed to wear it all the time," Stefan said, looking back up to face Colin. He looked at him and then to his ring, and just shrugged.

"Besides the point," Colin said. "It's just their weird girly way of saying 'I love you'," Colin explains. For some reason, the thought of Y/N doing that made his heart throb. Just the thought of Y/N, in general, made it skip a beat. He nods, looking at Colin.

"Well, she definitely doesn't have to worry about me going anywhere," he says softly, looking at his hands, playing with them. Colin nods and gave him an encouraging smile. A rare sight. Stefan went up to the sink to finally wash off the brightly coloured lipstick, only to be greeted with yet another surprise.

It wouldn't come off.

The fucking lipstick just refused to wash off his face. Stefan's eyes widened, picking up some soap on the damp paper towel and rubbing aggressively at his face. Only to be left with the stains slightly smudged. He threw the towel in the sink.

"Shit!" He said, hands running through his hair. Turning around to look at Colin, who was looking at him, questioning his outburst. "It won't fucking wash off! It's stuck!" He said with a look of true fear on his face. Colin's mouth opened a little before he burst into laughter once again.

"Oh, you poor lad," he said between heaving breaths. "Thakur's gonna kill you now." And if you thought Stefan's eyes couldn't go bigger, oh they did. He started pacing the bathroom, trying, again and again, to rid of the red prints. But nothing prevailed. So he decided to face the wrath and just get back to work.

As he walked out of the bathroom, hood over his head in a hope that people wouldn't recognize the slight difference on his face, he walked into a smaller person. His hood falls, and he's met with a pair of Y/E/C eyes. They stood chest to chest, breathing in sync. She giggled, tucking a strand of Y/H/C hair behind her ear, looking up at Stefan.

"Hiya there, handsome," she says, a wide grin spreading across her face, seeing that his face was still covered. "You forgot your lunch, again." He shook his head, a smile unwillingly peeking through. He closed his eyes, head tilting back to the ceiling, letting out a sigh.

"I should be mad at you," he said, opening his eyes and lowering his head to look at the beautiful girl in front of him. She giggled, causing him to chuckle too. She tilted her head, a smirk growing on her reapplied red lips. How on earth did he not realize that before the incident? He's always looking at them anyway.

"You can't ever stay mad at me," she says playfully, putting a hand on his jaw. And just like that, it was like she put him under a spell, just like before. He forgot about his coworkers, some of which who were looking at the couple with disgusted looks on their faces. He shakes his head, grabbing her face and pressing his lips against hers, catching her by surprise. She dropped the paper bag and placed her hands on the back of his neck, playing with his hair.

"WHAT THE BLOODY-" a booming voice interrupts them. They pull apart, a bit shocked. Down the hall storms a giant and raging Mr.Thakur, walking with a purpose towards them. "What do you think this is?! Love Island?!" He shouts.

"Run," Stefan whispers to her ear, grabbing her hand. "Y/N, run!" They bolt down the hallway and through the office doors, laughing at the big boss trying to catch up with them. The elevator doors opened, a classy-looking businessman walking out. They pushed past him and into the shaft, pressing the lobby button multiple times. Mr. Thakur came through the Tuckersoft doors, looking around before making eye contact with them down the corridor. As he starts running towards them, the elevator doors started to close, almost closing on the man. They heard him banging and screaming at them through the metal. They stood there, mouths slightly agape, before slowly turning their heads to look at each other. The eye contact instantly making them crack up, holding themselves up with how much they were giggling.

The elevator doors opened and Y/N grabbed Stefan's hand before taking them to his car, her hopping into the passenger seat and Stefan in the driver side. He quickly started the car, the radio starting to play on the radio. They quickly made their way outside the parking garage, Y/N kissing Stefan passionately as they drove off.

“So, what are you gonna do about Thakur?” Y/N asked as they got home. She led him up to the washroom before getting her makeup wipes and grabbed his chin, starting to wipe off the lipstick stains on her boyfriend's face. The said boy shook his head.

“I honestly have no idea,” he said, his head turning once she let go, throwing out the makeup wipe, all covered in crimson. He stood up and smiled at her, picking her up and her legs wrapped around his waist like a second instinct. “But I do know what I’m doing with you.”

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cosmicflowchart · 6 years ago

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Move A Little Closer - Stefan Butler/Reader

Summary: You work up the courage to say hi to that cute boy at the record shop. Warnings: drug mention, mild swearing Word Count: 2,044

You always seem to end up in the record store at the same time as him. Every day or so, he comes in with a list, always on the same type of paper, always wearing the same coat, his eyes downcast and shy. He leaves with a different record every time, and you don’t always catch which one he gets. But he always seems to go to the same section.

You have yet to talk to him.

Today is overcast and dreary but there’s no chance of rain. Thank God, you tell yourself. You’d been caught without a hood in a downpour more than once. You’ve bundled up a little since the temperature’s been dropping over the past few weeks, and whatever few trees are left in this part of town have started changing colors. It’s beautiful in a sad kind of way. The leaves fall off, the trees die, but they don’t really. They grow new leaves as the spring comes and suddenly they’re alive again, as if nothing happened. Maybe something has changed in them, and they’ve grown a few new branches, or their roots have grown deeper, but on the surface it’s the same set of trees.

Your eye drifts to the clock on the wall, numberless and modern, its black hands ticking away slowly. He’s going to come in soon.

Okay, when you think of it like that, it sounds creepy. Maybe it is. But it wouldn’t be if you, you know, talked to the guy.

As you admonish yourself, pretending to flip through records, someone pushes open the door, hands buried in their pockets. He looks around before spotting the section he’s looking for. You make yourself look away; he’ll catch you staring if you keep looking at him like that. He pulls out a list from his pocket and scans the records, thin but quick fingers moving each one. His black curls sit right above his eyes, blocking them as he looks downward.

Kajagoogoo’s “Too Shy” crackles from the shitty old speakers mounted on the walls. You hate that you know every word to this song. It seems to play at the same damn time every time you’re in here--and every time you see him. Maybe the owners or workers saw you come in and basically stalk this guy, and they want to tease you.

Something compels you closer. You aren’t sure what it is, but suddenly you’re walking his way.

You’re aware of how close you’ve gotten almost too late. Thankfully, you snap back to reality and turn to the records. This isn’t really your section, but he doesn’t need to know that. You pull an old list from your pocket.

Actually, now that you’re looking at it, some of the records you hadn’t scratched off might still be here. This place is known for keeping track of their stock, but a good “older” album (anything older than a year, really) might have stuck around.

You flip a few of the records yourself, looking for an excuse to talk to him. Up close you notice his eyes are green, perhaps hazel, but even though they’re not looking at you (yet), you can tell they’re vibrant, keen even. Judging by the music he’s looking through, he’s a bit of an intellectual--pretentious, maybe, but he seems too reserved to be annoying about it. Internally, you sigh in relief.

“Did you see anything by Isao Tomita in here?” you ask him. He jumps a little as he notices you. You give him a small smile and wait for him to answer. He looks back at the records and flips through a few.

“I-I don’t think so,” he murmurs. He’s not uncomfortable though, at least you’re not getting that vibe. More intimidated, if you had to guess at it. He looks back at his list.

“Well, this friend of mine wanted me to pick up this album by that guy,” you add. “Never heard of him before.”

“Wait,” he suddenly stops you. He turns to you again. “Tomita? Did you write down the album?” You hum quietly and scan your list.

“The Bermuda Triangle. With a name like that, it’s either going to blow my mind or bore my mind,” you roll your eyes.

“That’s, actually that’s...that’s weird,” he stumbles over his words. Goddamn he’s cute. You get this way with new people too, though mostly with hot people. You’re surprised at how composed you are right now (on the outside, at least). “I have that on my list too. You said your friend recommended it?”

“Recommended? More like insisted. He’s been trying to get me into music like this, but I’m more of a classic rock fan.” As you talk, you flip through the albums in front of him, your arm accidentally brushing his. He stiffens. “Sorry,” you apologize, your shyness coming back. “Well, now I really want to find it.”

“Not if I find it first,” he jokes. You snort, and he looks at you in confusion. “What?”

“That was funny, so I laughed,” you explain. His mouth’s hanging slightly open, and he’s staring at you. Is that how you’d stared at him before?

“Oh. That’s good,” the corners of his mouth pull up as he nods slightly.

You flip through more albums before realizing you’ve just checked the same set of albums three times. You sigh. “Can we switch places?” you request. He’s stuck his hands back in his pockets, you suspect he’s watching you and he’s forgotten the music. “If this is in alphabetical order by artist instead of album title, it might be further down the line.”

“Yeah, of course,” he agrees, and steps back to let you in front. He then steps to your side. You thumb quickly through the albums. A few flips later, his finger suddenly juts out, touching one of the covers. “Found it.”

You look over at him in surprise. He sees how close he’s come and steps back, apologizing softly. “No, hey, don’t be sorry,” you tell him and pull out the album he’d touched. “You found it. Maybe now my friend can stop being a pretentious little shit bag and recommend some good music.”

“How do you know it’s not good if you haven’t listened yet?” he wonders. You look at him, surprised. You shouldn’t be, really, he seems smart underneath that sweet, anxious expression. But you grin anyway, impressed. Cute and smart. He’s sounding more perfect by the second.

“You may have a point,” you digress. “If you’re looking for it, it must be good. You look like you have an amazing taste for music.”

He chuckles and his head tilts down. “Thank you,” he looks back up at you, though he’s hesitating to look back in your eyes.

You hold the album out to him.

He looks down at it, then meets your eyes, then the album, then your eyes. “Wait, you’re...really? I thought you…”

“I’ll pay for it, but I’m giving it to you,” you tell him with a confidence you don’t remember having before.

“But you were in here first, you’ve been looking longer,” he resists politely. “You can have it.”

An idea pops into your head. You look down at the album. “Alright. I’ll take it, then. But on one condition.” His face presses together in worry. “No, no, it’s not bad, I promise. I just…” You can’t look at him for a moment. You gather the courage and perk up. “I’ll be honest, I’ve seen you come in here, a lot. We seem to come in around the same time every few days, I know that sounds really creepy, but I’ve never had the nerve to say hi before, or even ask your name. Sorry for being kind of pushy.”

“I didn’t think you were at all,” he shakes his head at this.

“Oh okay, good,” it’s your turn to blush. His eyes are green, you notice now, and the way they’re focused on you rocks you to your core. You can’t recall anyone ever looking at you like that before. You almost don’t want him to leave. “Um, well, the condition was…” you start but don’t finish. “Sorry.” He watches you, no judgment in his features. You relax a little and try again. “I’m so sorry, I don’t even know your name yet! I should’ve probably started with that, sorry.”

“I’m Stefan,” he tells you, his lips parting, and you notice a few of his front teeth are crooked. You resist the urge to clutch your chest and fall to the ground.

“Stefan. I like that name,” you tell him back and he’s blushing again. “I’m (y/n). Do you shake hands?”

“Oh, uh, I can,” he stammers a little. “I’m just, I fidget a lot,” his hands come out of his pockets and they press together as if to demonstrate, “sorry.”

“I fidget too,” you shrug. His eyes light up, as if they weren’t already blazing before. “No worries if you don’t want to. I don’t always like making contact with strangers. Physical contact, I mean, I did just talk to you randomly, so I guess I did make contact.”

“Thank you,” he says quietly. “What’s your name again? Sorry, you said it but I’ve forgotten. I’m so bad at this.”

“Hey, I’m pretty bad at making friends too. My name’s (y/n).”

He repeats the name. “That’s nice, I like that name.” You’re pretty sure you’ve already died internally from how cute he is, but now you’re a little worried you’re going to die externally too.

“That’s really sweet, Stefan. You just made my whole day.”

“You made mine too,” he smiles back. God, you both probably look like dorks, but you really don’t care. You have a new friend, or more, depending on how things go.

“Oh! Sorry, I didn’t get to the condition yet,” you remember suddenly.

“Condition?” he’s forgotten already. You chuckle a little.

“For giving me the album back. If you let me buy this for myself, do you want to go get coffee or something? Do you drink coffee?”

“Tea, actually.”

“I know a place nearby that sells local brands,” you offer.

“Are you offering or demanding?”

“...Yes?”

“I’d love to,” he grins.

“Okay then! I’ll go buy this and we’ll walk over, yeah?” He nods in affirmation and the two of you head for the counter.

After buying it, you leave, and Stefan runs a little bit to catch up with you. You slow your pace so he doesn’t have to jog to keep up.

“Can I ask something?” he starts chatting with you.

“Go for it.”

“What’s your friend’s name? The one who wanted you to get that.”

“Colin.”

“Colin as in, Colin Ritman?”

“Don’t know, I don’t think I ever found out his last name. Don’t ask how I know him, we’re just casual buddies,” you throw up your hands, looking around to see if there are any cops. Seeing none, you keep talking.

“I work with him.”

“Wait. Colin Ritman, as in, Tuckersoft Colin Ritman? Are you serious?”

“Yeah,” his face lights up as you recognize the name. You get the sense he doesn’t do this much, and you also wonder if this is an excuse to possibly info-dump. You kinda hope that it is.

“Well, shit. Didn’t know I sold pot to Colin Ritman.”

“Wait, you what?”

“Forget I said that,” you wave a hand at him as you both round a corner. “I’ve only played a few of his games. Commodore, mostly.”

Stefan gasps quietly, making you laugh. “Sorry, I, uh, I’ve played everything but his Commodore games.”

“Dream come true, then?”

“Yeah. Do you mind if I, uh, tell you about the game he’s working on right now?”

“Only if it’s not a huge company secret.”

“Um...it might be, I don’t know.”

“Hell, I’m not gonna tell anyone. You’re probably my only friend.”

“That’s weird, you seem like you’d have loads of friends.”

“It would appear the plan is working. No one knows I’m a giant fucking nerd,” you deadpan, and he laughs, and your heart soars. “Tell me about his new game. I like hearing you talk.”

“Really? Thank, thank you,” he fidgets a little with his hands. “It’s called Nohsdyve, and the sprite work is really smooth…”

A/N: Hi there, I’m gonna get to Colin once I figure out how to write something that isn’t a million parts long. I keep wanting to do something with the reader or Colin remembering shit about each other from other endings/timelines, but that always gets complicated (and it’s been done a bunch of times before). Might just go for straight fluff to start with him, then move up a bit. Anyway, hope you enjoyed, give this a like if you did, and follow if you want to read more!

#bandersnatch #black mirror: bandersnatch #black mirror #stefan butler x reader #stefan x reader #stefan butler/reader #stefan/reader #stefan #stefan butler #fionn whitehead #fluff #one-shot #for now! if you folks want a part 2 i'd be down to write it #stefan butlerxreader #cosmicflowchart #gender neutral reader #neutral reader #cosmic writes

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alexs-ummers · 4 years ago

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alexs-ummers masterlist

Here is my master list in a post!

Requests are OPEN

[ fluff ♡ | angst ✗ | smut ✦ ]

MARVEL -----------

↳ Peter Parker

♡ red → Peter has a huge crush on you. You ask him to be your pretend boyfriend, making it even worse.

♡ kisses → You remember a few select kisses from Peter Parker.

↳ Steve Rogers & Bucky Barnes

✗ what once was part 1 → Steve’s and your relationship after “the blip”. The ways in which you find solace in one another. Maybe it was never enough.

DETROIT: BECOME HUMAN -------

↳ Connor

connor needs help asking you out, he asks hank.

✦ “I want to experiment.” Part one / two

tie → Connor is always fixing his tie.

late → You’re late for work; Connor is sent to see where you’re at.

✦ alternative to “late” → Connor walks in on you having a dream.

stressed → Connor goes to look for the reader and finds them crying due to stress.

♡ software instability → Connor falls in love and thinks there’s something seriously wrong with his biocomponets.

✗ memories → Connor’s memory is wiped and doesn’t remember the reader.

✗ nothing → Reader thinks Connor likes them. He doesn’t.

↳ Markus

Alive part one | part two →

reader sees markus kiss north →

HARRY POTTER -------

↳ Fred Weasley

✦ the burrow → You go to the burrow for the first time and Fred has missed you.

rush → Fred and you have a morning class together and you always walk in late. Fred thinks it’s the cutest thing ever.

going to the burrow for the first time

↳ Draco Malfoy

Helpless → You feel the same pain your soulmate feels.

Part one / two / three

abysmal → You disliked Draco, at least you thought. Until one day, you start to see him in a different light.

goodnight → Draco struggles with his feelings: for you and the world around him.

X-MEN -------

↳ Warren Worthington III

frustration

hipbone kiss ++

an easy solution

things you said with clenched fists

hopeful

↳ Alex Summers

lost for words

outer thigh kiss

nightmares

finally ++

nerves

milkshakes

collarbone, throat and inner thigh kiss ++

heatwave

two months

awestruck ++

home

↳ Peter Maximoff

colors

sneaking out

“oh my god! you’re in love with her!”

STRANGER THINGS-----------

↳ Steve Harrington

Steve harrington is…

CHILLING OF ADVENTURES OF SABRINA -----------

↳ Nick Scratch

Lupercalia

↳ Ambrose

“I wished everyday to hold you once more”

BROOKYLN 99-----------

Jake Peralta

too too fast

UMBRELLA ACADEMY-----------

↳ Diego Hargreeves

gone wrong

BOHEMIAN RHAPSODY-----------

↳ Roger Taylor

Types of kisses with roger taylor

BANDERSNATCH-----------

↳ Colin Ritman

talk to me like lovers do

four out of five

↳ Stefan Butler

eye to eye ++

#Harry Potter x reader #stranger things imagines #Fred Weasley x reader #Detroit: become human imagines #Connor x reader #Alex Summers x reader #x-men imagines #umbrella academy x reader #caos imagines #nick scratch x reader #my writing #masterlist

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elejahfanfic · 4 years ago

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Fanfiction

And so it is Christmas

Part 5

Elijah Mikaelson x reader

ft. Klaroline, Kennett

AU story_human_no vampires

a/n:There will be great mad Mikaelson chaos and lots of love… i.e. Elijah falling for Y/N…cookie baking, etc.

well, actually_absolute christmas fluff… ho-ho-ho

_also this just blew into such a long ch again_ thanks for reading. xoxo

🎅

In the Mikaelson Mansion

Esther looked at the happy bunch mucking around in the kitchen. She loved the holiday season. It always brought a strange kind of warmth to the house.

"Everyone is very high spirited" the butler said,"this idea to have them participate in making the buiscuits was marvellous"

"Wasn't it just" Esther said, now looking at Klaus and Caroline cutely talking to one another, him complimenting the blonde on her artistic streak.

"I find it quite unusual that Elijah left Caroline behind and went out with Kol" Esther remarked.

"There have been developments" the butler said.

"What do you mean?" Esther now looked at the man with puzzled eyes.

"Master Elijah and Ms Forbes are no longer together. Prior to Miss Rebekah's trip to New York, they put an end to their relationship. Not that it was any serious relationship as such."

Esther raised an inquisitive eye-brow at the butler, and told him to follow her to the drawing room to speak more privately.

The butler has always been the source of gossip and knew all that was going on, as Rebekah could not keep anything to herself. He now told the Mistress of the house all about Elijah falling for Dr Y/L/N/

Now, Esther, having found out the latest going ons said, "Well, that explains Elijah's great interest in the Fundraiser. But isn't Dr Y/L/N seeing Klaus?"

"No. I found out from Master Kol that Dr Y/L/N and Master Klaus - just hooked up once- these are his exact words."

"I understood that there was more. He frequently is seen going to the Y/L/N Lake house." Esther said.

"Ahm, I have that information, too." the butler said.

"We have to find out what exactly is going on. I do not wish any of my sons to get hurt. It is not the first time they get entagled with a woman. Remember how things went with Rayna Cruz."

"Yes, I do." Jefferson recalled the stress that went off the brother's back in New Orleans, when they both had a crash on the beautiful blonde.

"She left them both heartbroken," Esther said, "and that fight - over her. I didn't want this to happen again."

"It will not. They are way more mature now, and Master Klaus is now much calmer."

"Yes. But still - a woman can stir up things- no matter what age a man is"

"Dr Y/L/N doesn't appear to be a woman that would string two men along." the butler said.

"No. I think I will still have a word with her."

"Is this wise, Ma'am?"

Esther sighed. "Not really, but I cannot have a repetition of what we had years ago. And it being the reason Elijah moved to New York. It broke my heart having him so far away."

"But they have made up and they have been so very supportive of each other. Master Klaus met Aurora and - all was forgotten."

"Yes," Esther said and now took a deep breath looking at the faithful butler, "I have heard that Rayna had a child."

Jefferson looked at the woman a tad bit stunned. It seemed he didn't know all.

"What are you suggesting, Ma'am?

"That maybe - there somewhere Elijah might have a son." Esther now said.

"Oh! Are you sure?"

"No. By the time I got this probable news - Rayna left New Orleans to - god knows where"

"But - if the child was Master Elijah's, I am sure she would come to you and said something. Ask for money. She was daring enough"

“True.” Esther said. “I wish he finds someone he can start a family with and be happy.”

“Maybe Christmas will work its magic this year.” Jefferson said.

“Well, let’s hope so.” Esther curled up a little smile.

🎅🎄

Elsewhere- the Y/L/N House

"Because of you" Elijah said looking at Y/N in a very sincere manner.

"Me?" Y/N looked back at the man wide-eyed.

She was not expecting this answer. Or maybe she did.

"Yes. And I know that we hardly know each other- and I - this is now going to come out wrong - but ever since that evening volunteering in the shelter - I can't stop thinking about you" Elijah said, twisting the truth a bit, as in fact, he could not stop thinking about her since he saw her at the boutique.

"Oh" Y/N let out followed by a gulp. For some strange reasin she froze, though she wanted to say that she also had him on her mind eversince she saw him at the boutique.

As there was no other response coming from Y/N, Elijah, slipping ‘Right’ and got up, "Ahm- I better go"

Y/N now got up as well, and for an unexplained reason said, "Ok"

Like a lost soul, Elijah looked for his coat jacket. Having found it in the living room, he took it and put it on, thanking Y/N in the process for the pie.

Y/N nodded a little saying, "You're welcome"

Elijah nodded back, everything inside of him very jumbled up he turned and walked to the door.

"Wait" Y/N suddenly said.

🎅

Meanwhile, at the Mystic Falls Ice Rink

"Hey" Klaus greeted Kol, who had just arrived at the Ice rink with Bonnie, "Elijah is not answering his phone."

"He is still busy making pies" Kol replied, "where are the others?"

"Bex and Stefan have this dinner thing with his uncle, and Hope went with Caroline to get some ice-skates cuz she doesn't have any - here" Klaus explained now looking at Bonnie, "isn't it time you introduced your girfriend"

"Yeah" Kol said somewhat confused, "this my other older brother - Klaus - the nuisance"

Bonnie now extended her hand to Klaus saying,"Hello. It's weird that we never met and you are at the School board and Hope is attending my chemistry class this year."

"I meant to come to see you regarding Hope. She is telling me that you chose her for the State Chemistry Olympiad? She is Middle School- is she that good? "

"Yes. She is very talented. Quite an over-achiever." Bonnie said.

"I don't know where she gets it from" Kol now said with a teasing smirk.

Klaus would now hrow something clever back at his brother, but Hope and Caroline now joinrd them. More greetings and more introduction followed. Soon they all got inside the rink.

Kol showed off his ice-skating skills to Bonnie, who was pretty impressed. Bonnie was not skating since college and felt pretty rusty.

"How come you are so good at this?" Bonnie wondered.

"Well I lived here for five years now. I also played for Mystic High Hockey team. We moved here five years ago."

"Wow." Bonnie said, "I must say I amazed."

"I also had a band." Kol said.

"What else don't I know?" Bonnie asked.

"I was bad in chemistry." Kol said cutely.

"Ah, nevermind. I still like you." Bonnie now kissed her man.

Not far from them, Caroline skated up to Klaus, who actually just stood at rink's fence, totally lost in Caroline exhibiting her figure skating skills.

As she now came up to him, he was all stars in his eyes at her-

"Tell me why are you a lawyer?"

"Ah, because - my dad thought it would have been a more solid career"

"You are serious?"

"I was the US. Collegiate Figure skating champion." Caroline said.

"Really?"

"Yes. But, this is where I started. This is where my mom brought me to skate when I was five years old - and" Caroline now inhaled deeply, her eyes watering.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Klaus now said concerned.

"Nothing. Just great memories. I didn't think I would be back here or skate here ever again."

"You lived here? When?"

"Till my mom died. And then I went to live with my dad in New York." Caroline replied, "Thanks for - this was a great idea. And - sorry if me coming down made things awkward- now that Elijah and I - broke up."

"Our family does awkward well. So you are all right." Klaus said.

"I don't know. Even though Elijah and I said we would be friends - I feel like I am intruding."

"I am for one am glad you are intruding - I mean- ahm- you are not intruding at all. You saved me from getting the whole cookie baking and you did such great job helping Hope, and Rebekah for that matter. You should yake credit for all the baking that was done today. I can only imagine what it would be like if you didn't step in."

"I guess, your cook would have to do it all."

"Yes, and we would never stop hearing mother tell us that we could have done better." Klaus said.

"I doubt that. She is lovely." Caroline said.

"Yes, mother is the best."

"I miss my mom so much." Caroline now said.

"I am sorry." Klaus now said with great empathy in his voice.

The song that now came on made Caroline take Klaus suddenly by the hands and said, "You are skating now"

"What? No, no, no. I am not like Kol."

"It is not that hard. I got you. You will be fine." Caroline reassured Klaus, who, strangely let himself go.

✨

At Y/L/N House

"Wait!" Y/N said again and shot over to Elijah, and wihtout hesitation drew his lips to hers, like catching a dream that was about to disappear. She made their lips, mouth, tongue flow in the beautiful rhythm of what their heartbeats played, like tiny bells echoing like the shooting stars up in the skies. Easing out of it, heads leaning on one another now, both trying to gain some breath back, they stood silent for a moment, her thumbs lightly streaming up and down the side of the neck, while his hands got lost in the tangle of her her, dropping on her shoulders. If he spoke, he thought, this sweet enchantment would be broken. And yet, the first word shimmered out, "Y/N”

"Elijah" Y/N smiled a little, her cheeks feeling flush, "I don't know - what's happening - I mean- I know - but I never thought that - it all came out of nowhere"

"It has - and I - I just couldn't keep it to myself anymore. I tried not to feel - because I was with someone else- and you"

"Because I was with your brother" Y/N took a deep breath, "this never happened to me - I am not someone who goes from one guy to the next - let alone brothers- and has crazy drunken one night stand"

"Please - I didn't mean to upset you"

"You didn't upset me - I am - just such a hot mess - if you know what I mean" Y/N said raising her look at him, "I also coudn't stop thinking about you"

Elijah lips curled a happy smile up now, the corner of his eyes catching the mistletoe hanging right over them. Y/N looked up as well. They were standing right under the lush evergreen beaming down at them.

With their eyes now dropping on one another again, Elijah gently pulled her to him into a sweet, deep, long kiss.

_to be continued🎄🎅🤶

#elijah mikaelson x reader #elijah mikealson #the originals christmas #klaroline #kennett #klaus mikaelson #kol mikaelson #fanfiction writing

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robin-bring-the-snow · 6 years ago

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Omg I’m melting, too fluff.

The Tulips That Nobody Asked For- Stefan Butler Imagine

[Your parents own the local flower shop, and you work these almost everyday. Stefan comes in only to visit you and finally gains the courage to ask you out after his intentions become clear]

Word count: 1,485

Warnings: none, just a lot of fluff (and cheese)

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At the sound of the warning chime, you lifted your head from the cash register. It was growing late in the day, almost time to close up shop completely. It had been a long Sunday afternoon. Oddly enough, that was your business’s busiest day.

Now that you were 19, your mother trusted you enough to close up at night. The evening was always slower than her day shifts, but regardless, you were happy to help and serve the community. Working alone in the corner side shop might seem dull to others, but to you, it was therapeutic. It was nice to focus on the well-being of the plants, to arrange certain species and make them presentable. It was your mother’s passion to convey emotions from the plants that people were too afraid to admit. You only hoped to inherit such an adoration.

The shop was everything you had ever wanted to own someday. It was in the perfect location, already decorated from head to toe with plants that were older than you. It was peaceful to sit and work on your homework everyday after college, casually watering them when they were dry, and arranging the ordered bouquets for the upcoming day.

But the customers that greeted you everyday was your favorite perk.

You heard footsteps sound against the old hardwood floors. They creaked under the lone person’s weight. “Good Evening!” You chirped in acknowledgement, lifting your head as their shadow cast across the store. The sun was setting at a low angle, the entire store lighting up from the reflection of the storefront glass windows.

Most times, you knew the people purchasing gardening equipment or plants from the store. It was lovely to have so many locals supporting your family’s business, and you always tried to remember friendly faces.

Yet of course, one particular face always caused you to blush. A local boy named Stefan Butler, one that you had known since high school.

“Hi, Y/N.” Stefan’s voice sounded quietly from the potted plant section.

“Stefan?” You lifted your head in surprise. What could he possibly need? You had checked him out only the day before. He claimed his grandmother was obsessed with tulips, and had been in town for the past couple days. Even you knew she couldn’t possible want another bouquet, bu nevertheless, you would not turn down more business. “I’m about to close up, what can I get you?”

The brunette came into view with a shy smile upon his lips. He looked as handsome as always. “Um..” He looked around, scratching the back of his neck nervously. “That pot.” He pointed to the one behind you on the shelf.

You glanced at the item, almost rolling your eyes. From all the conversations you had shared with Stefan, you knew he did not own any potted plants. “Does your Grandma want to plant the tulips?”

Stefan met your eyes cautiously, biting his lip to keep himself from smiling. He knew you had caught him in a lie, because the Tulips he purchased from you were not meant to be planted. “Y-yeah.” he said, trying to not be too obvious that he could tell you were not buying his story any longer.

“Cute.” You chuckled, turning away from the boy to grab the red painted pot he supposedly wanted. “How are you? How’s the game?” You asked, knowing he had come from the direction of the Tuckersoft building.

“I’m good.” Stefan rocked back and forth on his feet. “The game is going pretty smoothly. “It’s taking up most of my free time.”

“I bet your grandma’s quite jealous.” You laid out wrapping paper on the counter. “Is that why you keep coming? To make up for it?”

Stefan blushed, averting his gaze. “Yeah. My dad keeps sending me.”

“Mhm.” You nodded, bending the paper so its crackling filled the silence the radio couldn’t reach. You thought the situation was funny, and you were genuinely flattered that he had to make up an excuse to come and see you. You enjoyed his presence, even if he was quiet and reserved.

“I’m gonna see if there’s anything else… that my grandmother wants.” Stefan smiled, leaving the counter to take a look around the store. You watched him inspect the flowers for sale, his posture relaxing when he took a sniff of the display. Thinking about how adorable he looked, you tried your best to make the present look as wonderful as it could. But you were having trouble with it. You knew Stefan wasn’t intending to make you flustered, yet there was an unspoken tension between the two of you.

“Did you make these bouquets?” He asked. A blush crept along your cheeks as you felt his eyes on you.

“Yeah, this morning.” You chuckled, delighted that Stefan was interested in them. Even if he was pretending.

“Cool.” The boy looked at the price tags of the daisies and sighed.

You were fond of him, undeniably so. You wanted to see him outside of your workplace even if it was just as friends. That would have been enough for you, but something in the way Stefan moved told you there was an underlying intention with his visits. Letting that thought cross your mind, you gained the courage to confront him.

Once he came back into view, you lifted your head. “You know Stefan, you don’t need to buy something to come visit me.”

Stefan withdrew his hand from the displayed daisies at your words. He looked over at you cautiously, trying to meet your stare with equal confidence. “Is it that obvious?” He chuckled nervously, fiddling with his hands as he stepped back towards the counter.

“Maybe not, if your excuse was more plausible.” You grinned, trying to reassure him that you had accepted his unspoken advances. Stefan was trying, and that was all that really mattered.

You thought it was sweet that he was working up the courage to talk with you. He had been coming more often in past two weeks than your mother’s regular customers. By now, you thought it was reasonable to give him a push to finally confront it.

You had your own problems with confidence. You were too shy to make your own moves, and you were relieved to finally have this conversation. You secretly had the biggest crush on him. Even your mother knew about it.

“I’m sorry.” Stefan sighed, eyes flickering to the half wrapped gift on the counter. “You are… just so out of my league that I didn’t know how…” He gestured frantically, losing his breath when he locked eyes with you.

Stefan was surprised to see you blushing. You giggled at his wide eyes, your heart swelling with affection. “There’s nothing to be sorry for.”

A smile of pure relief cracked across his face. “Oh, good.” He breathed as a comfortable silence fell between the two of you. You rolled your eyes at his stunted conversation skills. Was he still not getting the hint?

“Well?” You tilted your head. “Is there anything you’d like to ask me?”

Stefan stood up straighter. “Yeah, um yes.” He cleared his throat, grateful that you were being patient with him. “I’ve been meaning to ask… for the last two weeks…” He faltered slightly as he looked back at your expecting smile. “If you would like to go on a date with me.”

You opened your mouth to reply-

“And of course I’ll be paying.” He interrupted. “For the both of us.”

“Sounds wonderful.” You studied his expression as he replied. Stefan’s whole face beamed with a newfound confidence. “I’m looking forward to it.”

“Me too,” The boy began, unsure of how to properly weave together the complexity of his feelings. “Also…you look pretty. I’ve been meaning to tell you that.”

The slightest compliment from his caused you to blush madly. “T-thank you, Stefan.” You said, glancing back down at the item he intended to purchase. You were trying your hardest to not blush like crazy. Everything he did was so charming, even if he was struggling to get the confessions out.

“Anyways,” You tittered to relive the nerves that had built up in your chest. “Would you like to take some tulips home to your non-existent grandmother?”

“She does exist!” Stefan defended sheepishly. “She’s just not in town.”

“Knew it all along.” You laughed, shaking your head.

“Well, I know I caught you at a bad time.” He apologized.

You waved his comment away. You were closing up shop but it was not a bother. You were overjoyed to be having this conversation. One that you had been wishing for.

“Come back tomorrow and we can plan it better, yeah?” You finished cleaning up the counter, setting the pot back on the shelf.

“Or…” Stefan turned to look outside at the setting sun. “I could walk you home?”

You blushed. “I would like that very much.”

#stefan butler x reader #stefan butler imagine #bandersnatch #fionn whitehead #fionn whitehead x reader #too much fluff #oh god

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harringtons-writer · 6 years ago

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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.

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synthsoup · 6 years ago

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jealousy (colin ritman x reader)

Request : pleASE give me a colin imagine where they work together and maybe like sit across from each other and they both secretly have feelings for each other and when Stefan visits tuckersoft he’s talking to the reader and makes him jealous. sorry about the lengthy request!

Warnings : nope

Words : 1.7k

A/N : there is in fact a lack of colin fics so in the name of high demand i’ve decided i now wanna write a heck ton of colin imagines and fics so there please enjoy.

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The clacking of keyboards is the only sound heard in the almost empty office building. Your eyes are burning from staring at the computer screen all day and while it is sometimes exhausting, mentally at least, you still love your job. You were quite forced into being an exceptionally hard worker, being one of the only females in the office, and you had managed to meet the level of even Colin Ritman. Hence, why you two often stayed late together and very quickly bonded, forming a friendship.

You sigh and lean back into your chair as you finish the last task of the day and glance up. You look up at the platinum haired boy in front of you and give a tired smile at his furrowed eyebrows. The changing colors of the computer screen reflect onto his face, as when everyone else left and turned the lights off, the two of you were still to absorbed in your own work to notice.

You’re so caught up in thought that you only realize you’re staring when he waves his hand in front of your face.

“Hello? You still there?” he says as you shake your head and give a quick chuckle. You sigh and rub your eyes with your hands.

“I’m ready to go home” you say realizing the time. “What about you?”

“Nah, iv’e still got a few things to do” he says as you nod

“Better not take to long, that kids coming in tomorrow to pitch his idea, remember?” you question raising an eyebrow.

“Sure I remember, I won’t be to long.” he says. You nod and give him a smile, throwing your jacket on. You don’t notice his gaze remain on you, however, when you fluff your hair out of your jacket and pick up your bags.

“See you tomorrow yeah?”

“See you.” he says giving a quick salute. You laugh again and head out of the office with a smile on your face.

~ next day ~

You had long since arrived at work, and were typing away code amongst the dull chatter of the workplace. You were taking a small break sipping your coffee and glancing at the loads of papers sprawled among your desk in distaste. Being so gathered up in your thoughts you didn’t even notice Colin studying you face across from you until you suddenly looked up and acknowledged him. You give him an friendly look and lean in to say something when you notice another boy talking to Mr.Thakur.

“Colin Ritman? I’ve played all of his games.” the boy says

“Let’s say hello.”

You look at Colin and speak this time, leaning forward and grazing his hand with your fingers. You still don’t notice the way he looks at you and is telling himself mentally to calm down

“Looks like you’ve got a fan.” You joke and avert your gaze to the approaching newcomer. You don’t speak for the first few moments, you think it’s rather amusing how interested the new boy is in Colin’s work.

“Anyways, this is Stefan, er…”

“Butler, butler.”

You give him a warm smile and introduce yourself

“Y/N L/N” you say and stretch your arm out to shake his hand out. You think you may be oblivious to many things but you were not, however, oblivious to the way his face turned completely red once he caught sight of you. And you were definitely not oblivious to the way his eyes kept flickering back to you once Colin introduced himself.

You were completely and utterly clueless though, to the way Colin’s jaw clenched and his eyes narrowed as soon as he noticed Stefan’s behavior towards you.

After a quick conversation, the four of you headed into the conference room to demo his game. You hop up to sit on the table next to Colin and nudge him with your shoulder giggling a bit after an interesting conversation about Jerome F. Davies.

Often times after you made a witty remark or said something in regards to your extensive knowledge of the recent technology, the new dark haired boy would look at you with admiration and give you a smile or a quick laugh. He looked at you almost in awe, never really talking much with girls much less one that seemed completely equal to him in knowledge on things he was interested in.

When Colin noticed this once again, he straitened up and unconsciously scooted closer to you. You did notice this however, and after a brief moment of confusion looked up at his face which was once again absorbed in the game play, if not somewhat stern looking. You just shrugged it off and waited for the meeting to wrap up.

Soon enough it was over, and on a relatively good note at that. Everyone said there goodbyes and good lucks to Stefan and when it was your turn you walked up to him and grinned.

“Good luck Stefan, really. I think it’s gonna turn out really well.”

“Tha- thanks Y/N. It was really nice meeting you.” He says a sounding a bit nervous and giving his best attempt at a calm smile.

“Likewise” you say chuckling at his apprehensive demeanor and give him a quick pat on the shoulder before making your way to the break room for a snack. Blissfully unaware of Colin absolutely fuming in the corner, you skip into the room and put a few bills and some change into the vending machine. You’re humming a little song to yourself and the rattling of the vending machine returning coins distracts you from the door closing.

When you turn around you jump, seeing Colin making himself some coffee.

“Oh! I didn’t see you there.” you breathed putting your hand over your heart. When he doesn’t answer you try again.

“So, how’s it going?” you question. Still nothing. At this point you’ve known him long enough to know to leave him alone when he’s in a mood, usually he’ll sort things out by the end of the day. You give a quick puff and leave him to his own devices hoping he’ll come around sooner or later.

The end of the day approached without warning, and after straining your eyes once again, you and Colin remained the only people in the office. He still hadn’t talked to you since the break room, and watching the furrow between his brows increase with each hour, it still seemed he was irritated or something. He’d been forcing himself to work non stop all day and you were feeling a bit of worry by the end of it. After what must've been the 100th time he’s made a frustrated sound all day, you decide to put a stop to it.

“Colin?” you say. No answer.

“Colin.” you try again, louder. Still nothing. His typing increases in speed and a look of frustration forms on your face.

“Colin, if you don’t talk to me I can’t help you.”

“That would be the idea.” he drawled. You scoff,

“Oh come on. I don’t know what you’re so pissed about but you don’t have to take it out on me.”

He stands up so quickly you back up a bit, and again once you see the color rising to his cheeks. You stare at each other each other and he steps back a bit as you reach for your bag and gather your papers.

“So how about that Stefan guy huh?” he spits in annoyance. You shoot up, standing straight.

“What are you talking about?” if this was his way of making conversation after completely ignoring you all day he had another thing coming, you think.

“Well you two really seemed to hit it off right?” he utters, words laced with venom. For a few beats it’s silent as you analyze his face, then it hits you and a grin spreads across your face.

“Wait. You’re jealous.” you say in disbelief. All of the signs were there and as his jaw clenches and his face slightly contorts into an expression of irritation you know you’ve hit the nail on the head.

“ I am not I-”

“You’re really going to stand there and tell me your not. Really Colin you’re acting ridiculous and if you really think i’m going to listen to you a-”

“Y/N”

“You’ve been acting like a jerk to me all day after that kid came in and I can’t b-”

“It’s because I love you!” he practically yells. Your heart must’ve stopped right then and there. The guy that had been nothing but nice to you, who you shared countless inside jokes with, who you’ve had a huge crush on since you had been assigned to desks across from each other.

“I love- I love you. Y/N you are literally the only reason I've ever been distracted by my work, and the thought of you being with anyone else just infuriates me.

In the heat of the moment you both had ended up nose to nose, and you couldn’t believe what you were hearing. He loved you. And you distracted him from work apparently, which was saying quite a lot. Getting caught up in your own thoughts you snapped back into reality.

He was staring at you intently now. It looked as if he was about to say something, but before he could you closed the remaining distance between the two of you. You kissed him, and after a quick moment of shock he kisses you back. He pulls you close to him and picks you up, turning around and setting you down on his desk. You wrap your legs around his waist as your lips meet, and you wound your arms around his neck. He puts his hands on your lower back and pulls you into him, your lips moving together perfectly.

When you’re both out of breath you pull away and your foreheads rest together. It’s silent, the only sound is your breathing and the faint sound of passing cars outside. He brushes some hair behind your ear and you trace your fingers over his jaw.

“Well you don’t have to be jealous you know.” You murmur.

“I know now that’s for sure.” he says and you both laugh. The pair of you stay like that for a while, and everything seems good. Maybe jealousy isn’t such a bad thing after all.

***

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imaginedisish · 6 years ago

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I Will (Stefan Butler x Reader) (Bandersnatch)

A/N: SO THIS MORNING I HIT 100 FOLLOWERS AND I JUST WANNA THANK YOU ALL FOR THE LOVE AND SUPPORT!!! I meant to post two imagines today but unfortunately I did something I never do today...I left my house and hung out with my friend LOL! Sorry guys :( I’ll write two imagines tomorrow though because itsssss Saturdaaayyy!!! I hope you all enjoy this fluff ball of a request from an excellent anon. Enjoy. Thank you all for everything. You guys mean the world to me. Xxxxxx <3 :) (p.s the title and parts of the imagine are based on I Will by the Beatles. This song really reminded me of what I wanted to write so I thought I’d reference it)

Summary: You and Stefan babysit your sister’s kids. It’s fluffy, adorable, romantic, aaaaannnnd um !DOMESTIC STEFAN! Who doesn’t want that???

Warnings: NONE HEHEHE! (oh mega fluff)

Word Count: 2,034

“You’re sure you really want to come with me?” You ask Stefan as you put your seat belt on.

“Positive,” Stefan says, a small smile stretches across his face, he pulls out of your driveway. Stefan had planned a beautiful date for you. He had made reservations at your favorite restaurant, and after you two planned to to walk around your favorite park, just talking and laughing.

But, life unfortunately tends to get in the way of things. Your sister called earlier in the day, explaining that she was called into work and needed someone to take care of her kids.

“I’m sorry to bother you, (Y/N),” Your sister said hurriedly over the phone. “I just got called into work, it’s for an emergency surgery. I need someone to take care of the kids, are you available? You’ll probably have to sleep over since I won’t be home until much later.” Your sister was a doctor, and so was your brother-in-law. Unfortunately, this sort of thing happened often. You always reminded your sister that she could depend on you. Just like she was constantly on call, so were you.

“Yes, of course.” Obviously, you had no choice but to say yes. She was your sister, after all. How could you say no? Still, you hated the idea of cancelling your date with Stefan. You love that boy more than words could ever describe, and the last thing you wanted to do was disappoint him.

You picked up your phone and called Stefan immediately, hoping he wouldn’t mind the change in plans. “I know you went through so much trouble to get those reservations tonight, but my sister needs me to babysit. She got called into work. It’s an emergency” Your voice was soft.

Then, before Stefan could say anything in response, an idea popped into your head, and you cut him off.

“What if you came with me?” You said excitedly, practically shouting over the phone. Stefan lets out a light chuckle. While he had met your family, Stefan had never spent very much time with your nieces and nephew. Those kids meant so much to you, so naturally you wanted Stefan to get to know them better.

“I’d do anything and go anywhere if it meant spending more time with you,” Stefan says over the phone, his voice timid. He was still nervous to say things like that to you, and it was adorable. You felt so lucky, so special that it was you he was saying those things to.

God, did that boy make you so unbelievably happy.

Now you two were driving to your sister’s house. Stefan fidgets in his seat every now and then. He was clearly nervous.

“I hope they aren’t too crazy tonight,” You say to Stefan, trying to make conversation. At the end of the day, all you want is for him to love the kids just as much as you do.

“You think they’ll like me?” Stefan asks nervously, his grip on the steering wheel growing tense.

“Of course! I mean, they already know who you are, so things should be relatively easy.” You say back, flashing a reassuring smile in Stefan’s direction.

After a short drive, Stefan pulls into your sister’s driveway, and puts the car in park. You unbuckle, and open your door. Stefan is frozen, his left leg bouncing up and down. You let out a giggle.

“Come on, silly. They already like you, and now they’re going to love you.” You put a hand on Stefan’s shoulder in an attempt to comfort him.

“I just…” Stefan trails off.

“You just what?” You question, staring into his emerald like eyes, sparkling in the rays of light that peeked through the windshield.

“I know how important they are to you.” Stefan’s voice is quiet. He runs a hand anxiously through his fluffy, brown hair. “And I mean, you know…the future? They’ll have to like me if…” Stefan trails off again.

“If? If what?” You ask, the corners of your mouth turning up.

The future, you think to yourself, smiling widely now. Images of what your future with Stefan would be like pop into your head. Moving in together, getting married, making a life together. It makes your heart beat rapidly against your chest. The thought of spending your lives together is so appealing to you.

“Nothing.” Stefan’s cheeks grow red, and he tries to hide a slight smile as he gets out of the car, probably envisioning the same future you were.

You wait for him to come around to your side of the car, and you grab his hand the second he meets your side. You two walk up to the door, and you press a finger to the doorbell. Stefan anxiously pulls at his earlobe with his free hand.

“It’s going to be fine. They are going to love you,” You say, squeezing Stefan’s hand tightly in yours. He squeezes your hand back, and leans in, pressing a kiss against your cheek. The simple kiss makes your heart flutter, and your stomach do back flips.

Suddenly, the front door swings open, bringing you back to reality.

“Aunt (Y/N)!” Your niece, Catherine shouts loudly, her arms only reaching to your hips as she pulls you into a tight hug. You hug her back, picking her up off her feet and placing her carefully back down on the ground.

“I brought someone special with me!” You exclaim, pulling away from Catherine. Her face lights up with excitement for a second time as her eyes wonder to the tall figure standing next to you.

“Stefan!” Catherine shouts, moving over to Stefan, practically pushing him to the ground as she wraps her arms around his legs. Stefan giggles, putting his arms around Catherine.

“Well hello to you too!” Stefan says, a huge smile spreading across his face.

“Where are your brother and sister?” You ask Catherine, who seems to be refusing to let Stefan go.

After a few more seconds of holding Stefan captive, she finally lets go of him. “They’re inside. Come on!” Catherine opens the front door, and skips inside. You and Stefan follow her in. Stefan seems to be much more comfortable already. Your words of reassurance and Catherine’s loving (yet forceful to say the least), hug clearly instilled some sort of confidence in him.

“They’re here!” Catherine calls out. The sound of heavy foot steps shake the house, and two blurs of colorful motion flash before your eyes.

“Aunt (Y/N)! Stefan!” You niece Louise and your nephew David cheerfully shout in sync. Louise runs over to you, and David to runs over to Stefan.

“Stefan, come to the basement and see my new toy truck!” David says, pulling on Stefan’s hand with a wide, toothy smile spreading ear to ear.

“Sure buddy, lead the way!” Stefan says laughing as he’s pulled across the room by David. Catherine and Louise run after the two boys, heading to the basement as well.

Your sister rushes in from the kitchen, her bag in one hand, a cup of coffee in the other. She presses a quick hello kiss to your cheek.

“Thank you so much, (Y/N)! Duty calls! A doctor’s work is never done!” Your sister says, walking towards the door. “Bye loves! I’ll be home as soon as possible!”

Your nieces and nephew don’t respond, clearly wrapped up in Stefan’s presence.

“I’ll tell them you left, that is if they give me the time of day with Mr. Popularity running the show down there,” You laugh. Your sister thanks you again, and heads out. You make your way downstairs, hoping your nieces and nephew haven’t torn Stefan limb from limb just yet.

“I want Stefan on my team!”

“No he’s on my team!”

“What about me?”

And Stefan thought they wouldn’t like him? You think to yourself, smirking.

“No one wants me on their team?” You say, reaching the bottom of the stairs, walking into the playroom.

“We all want Stefan on our team!” Louise says with a frown on her face, standing up and pointing to Stefan. Stefan looks helpless amongst the three children as they surround him like friendly vultures. It’s absolutely adorable to you. The kids really love Stefan. He sits on the floor in the middle of them as they continue to fight over him.

“What game are we playing?” You ask, plopping down on the floor next to Stefan. Stefan holds up a box. Pictionary. You laugh hysterically.

Eventually, you and Stefan somehow convince the kids to watch a movie on the couch instead of playing a game. Of course, it was another big argument to chose a movie, and then an even bigger debacle when it came to deciding who got to sit next to Stefan.

In the end, The Rescuers is the winning movie, and you decide that you would be the one to sit next to Stefan. David, however, somehow managed to squeeze on the other side of him, and in the middle of the movie, Catherine made her way in between you and Stefan. Louise sat next to you, and passed out almost immediately.

It only took an hour for Catherine and David to fall asleep as well. You and Stefan watch the rest movie, your head on his shoulder, and his hands combing through your hair.

The movie ends, and you look over to the clock.

10:30, it reads.

“Should we bring them up to bed?” Stefan whispers, trying not to wake the kids up with his voice. You shake your head.

“They’re light sleepers. They’ll wake up for sure,” You say, standing up. “They can stay down here. We just need to grab some blankets and tuck them in.” Stefan nods his head in response, standing up with you. You walk over to the closet adjacent to the couch, and you take out three, fuzzy grey blankets.

You pass one to Stefan, and he carefully drapes it over David. He presses a kiss to David’s head, which makes you smile. You pass him another blanket, and he does the same to Louise. You tuck in Catherine, and then head upstairs into the guest room.

You and Stefan change into your pajamas, brush your teeth, and climb into bed. Stefan pulls you close to him and you snuggle against his chest. You listen to Stefan’s heartbeat, your eyes beginning to feel heavy with sleep.

“R-remember before, when I said that thing about the f-future?” Stefan stutters quickly, the nervousness in his voice evident.

“Yeah, of course,” you say, perking up a bit. You had a hunch as to what he was going to say, but you weren’t completely positive. You simply hoped that he envisioned the same future that you did.

“W-well I was too scared to say it before b-but,” Stefan pauses. “I see one with you. G-getting m-married…” He stops again. You look up at him, his eyes are soft and full of love. “…and well, having kids. I want that. I want what we got to do tonight every night. I want that with you.”

The corners of your mouth curl upwards. You heart flutters in your chest. You were surprised by what he said, only because he seemed so nervous up until now. You thought he’d never say that.

But you were so glad he did.

He searches your eyes for some sort of an answer. “Was that too much?” He asks, rubbing his eyes, heat rising to his cheeks as they redden. You shake your head.

“No. It was perfect. I feel the exact same,” You say softly, looking deeply into his eyes, a smile still plastered on your face. He cups your cheeks, and presses a soft kiss against your lips. You smile into the kiss, your heart filled with more exuberance and more joy than you could ever explain in words.

“I love you. I’ll love you forever, and forever, and I will always feel the same,” Stefan coos. You lean back against his chest and shut your eyes.

“I love you more,” You whisper back, kissing the center of his chest.

“Impossible.”

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stefansunshine · 6 years ago

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happy birthday

prompt ;; your birthday is well-spent.

warnings ;; reader’s bday, soulmate!au

a/n ;; ❤️❤️

TAGLIST: @moonkissedtom , @myfriendmagislit , @johnmulaneyslut , @theroyalbrownbarbie , @sgfgclifford , @bisexual-jesus-jr , @stressy-stefan

“Stefan, this is ridiculous. I mean, a blindfold, really? I almost tripped two times!”

Stefan giggles, the sound so adorable that you can't help the smile that raises to your face. “I know, I know, but just a few more steps and…. Ta-da~~~”

Your house lights are in shades of blue and purple with pictures of you two everywhere. There's mini decorations, a big “Happy Birthday!” sign right in front of you and soft dance music playing in the background. Some of your closest friends are there, including Colin, Kitty and their now two year old daughter Pearl, who runs up to you and hugs your waist as soon as she sees you, which catches the attention of her parents.

“Happy birthday Y/N!” Kitty says as she hugs you over her daughter and kisses your forehead, a dark red lipstick stain being left behind on her skin. She turns around and takes three bag from Colin, handing it to you from a smile. “These are for you.”

“Oh, Kitty, you shouldn't have.” you coo at her, giggling as you hug her once again.

“She really shouldn't have,” Colin’s deep, monotone voice rings out, making you both look at him in confusion. “Those gifts cost me nearly two-hundred dollars, and I hate throwing money down the drain.”

Before you two of Stefan could respond, he breaks out into a grin, something you don't see on his face very often. “Kidding. Happy birthday. Enjoy your gifts.”

The party goes by well. You manage to get a little tipsy and dance with some friends and Stefan, who treats you all throughout the night. When ten thirty hits the party is over, and you kiss your friends’ cheeks as you say goodbye to them. There's almost a pile of gifts near the couch and you walk into your boyfriend’s arms, who starts to lead you upstairs.

“I have one final gift for you,” he whispers, chuckling at your groan. “Trust me, you’ll like it. I promise.”

Opening the door to the mini office he has in your house, your face heats up at how decorated the room is in your favorite colors. Looking closely at his computer, there seems to be a game loading screen with “Start Here, Y/N” on the bottom of the screen. There's a silhouette of two figures kissing on a bridge, and you start to remember the time you took that picture with the male.

“It's just a mini game I made you,” he says, brushing sweat from your forehead as he smiles down at your curious eyes. “It's about how we met. Come on, press play.”

It opens with Stefan’s silhouette and a big text bubble next to his fluffy head of hair. “As a child, when my parents told me about the concept of soulmates, how there’s someone out there for everyone and you’ll find the right one eventually, I did not believe him. But, when I met you three years ago, all the symptoms came to me when I saw your face.”

Then comes in you. The screen pans down to Stefan’s sweaty palms, fast beating heart, his heart eyes. You get to choose what he says to you and, remembering that moment like it was yesterday, you choose correctly.

The game is just you and him on a screen. Experiencing how Stefan sees you from his own point of view is amazing, and you find yourself chuckling at some of the things he thinks, blushing, or falling even deeper in love.

But what really surprises you is when it comes to now, to this moment. Your heart picks up when the two choices appear at the bottom of the screen.

Propose.

Kiss her goodnight.

“Stefan…” you whisper, and he shakes his head, hands sliding down your shoulders.

“Just choose, my love.”

You click propose.

And just like that, Stefan is down on one knee, opening a box with a beautiful gold ring placed inside. His cheeks are red as he confesses his love to you, his hands slightly shaking, while all you can really do is cry.

The computer dings.

Now, it's you. His camera is on, and you’re looking back at your own face with two choices underneath.

Yes.

No.

“There’s no one else I would be with, Y/N,” Stefan finishes, licking his lips nervously. ‘I...I love you.”

You click yes so hard the mouse almost breaks.

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