#stefan butler/reader

[leoritman]

i’ve been wrinting stuff these days yk

[thegettingbyp2]

Hi! Sorry it's been so long since I've posted but I'm not off work for 6 weeks so send in your requests and I'll get them written as soon as possible! Currently taking requests for:

Austin Butler (and his characters)

Elvis Presley

Jess Mariano

Stefan Salvatore

Johnny Knoxville

They're the main ones I can think of at the moment, if any more pop into mind I'll let you know!!

[chaand-sitara]

Hey!

Is this a story? Where can I read it (can you provide me with the links and all please?)? I just loved it, but I can't find it anywhere?

XOXO,

Avani

Oh yeah! It's my story! I wrote it on wattpad

https://www.wattpad.com/story/316717899-%F0%9D%95%BB%F0%9D%96%97%F0%9D%96%8E%F0%9D%96%92%F0%9D%96%86%F0%9D%96%89%F0%9D%96%94%F0%9D%96%93%F0%9D%96%93%F0%9D%96%86-%E2%9E%A5%F0%9D%95%BF%F0%9D%96%8D%F0%9D%96%8A-%F0%9D%95%BD%F0%9D%96%94%F0%9D%96%9E%F0%9D%96%86%F0%9D%96%91%F0%9D%96%8A%F0%9D%96%97%F0%9D%96%98-%F0%9D%90%93%F0%9D%90%95%F0%9D%90%83-%F0%9D%9F%8F

Here is the link!

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

I love science experiment!reverse!! But I need more science experiment!reverse reader and everyone's favorite grandpa and butler Alfred!! Extra fluffy pls!! 💕💕💕

Bruce rubbed the bridge of his nose. Boys were simple. He could understand the ebb and flow of those emotions. The triggers and what made them tick.

But even with the way everything you felt swirling around you like an undertow, he couldn't make sense of today. Today, it felt like... a different sort of hell. You were keeping to yourself. Avoiding everyone.

Days of sleep deprivation and struggling to eat anything. Nightmares and a perpetual fear of cages. Nothing anyone said or did could draw you out of your hiding places. And it worried him.

He stopped at the kitchen door, and took a deep breath. Alfred was baking. And talking. Keeping up, it seemed, a running commentary trying to explain to you what was happening on his soap opera.

"But why-"

"Because, my dear," Alfred said, cheerfully, wrapping a pan on the counter, "Dramatics and theatrics are always entertaining as long as they aren't happening to you."

"It's just so much," you murmur.

"Well, of course it is. It's been on the air for 35 years. They have to justify the airtime somehow."

"The guy in the suit is a jerk. I don't like him."

"You aren't supposed to like Stefan. You're supposed to love to hate him," Alfred chuckled. And Bruce hears the sound of the oven door opening and a pan being slid out and another pan taking place.

You make a soft thoughtful noise and Bruce smiles a little. some of the hellish storm you'd been living in seems to have faded, even if it wasn't entirely gone. And he's dying to peer around the corner and see what's happening but- he doesn't want to draw attention to himself. You're tired and discombobulated. That's the only reason you haven't fled.

But then, Alfred had some experience with strays. And he had nieces. So as Bruce listened to him, fussing without fussing. Just letting you respond when you wanted to respond instead carrying on his monologue with spaces for you to break in if you felt like it.

"- Alright," he said, "Now you just try that and tell me it isn't marvelous."

"I think my mom used to make cinnamon rolls on Christmas morning," you murmur. And Bruce can hear the frown. Like You're trying to remember. Like you're squinting at water-smeared ink on a page.

"You think?" Alfred asked

"There's- There's a lot I don't remember. I don't really remember what they look like anymore either."

"I don't have a cure for that," Alfred admitted. And Bruce heard the sound of a plate and fork being pushed towards you. "But, there's no day a hot cinnamon bun and a few hours of horrid soap operas can't make a little better."

"The stories are sad."

"Then perhaps," Alfred suggested, "we'll find something more cheerful."

[archiving-my-thoughts]

How Bandersnatch Gives You the Illusion of Power

The interactive film Bandersnatch plays with its audience. You, as a viewer, get to decide on the choices of the main character and thus have their life in your own hands. An interesting concept that hinges on the border between films and games. But do you actually have that much influence on the story? And how does the concept of the death of the author fit into all of this?

Bandersnatch, released in 2018 on Netflix, revolves around the young programmer Stefan Butler. He is working on a game he is developing wherein the player can choose their own path. Throughout the film, several choices are given to the audience. In a time span of 10 second you are asked to choose between options. These choices range from relatively simple decisions like what song Stefan will listen to, to decisions that have a greater impact on the story.

As the audience is literally asked to take matters into their own hands during the film, there is a concrete link between the film and Roland Barthes’ concept of the death of the author. Barthes argued that the role of the reader (the viewer in this instance) is as important, if not more so, than that of the author himself. His idea is that a text, like a film, does not get its meaning from the author but from the reader. The writer may write a specific story, but the meaning or interpretation of it depends on the reader.

In the case of Bandersnatch, the producer merely exists to produce the work. The audience is then asked to play with the story and in turn give their own meaning to it. The choices you make as a viewer are based on your personal preference or what you seek in a film. If you want more drama, you will choose the option you think will result in a more dramatic scene. This concept aligns with Barthes’ concept as “to give a text an Author is to impose a limit on that text, to furnish it with a final signified, to close the writing” (147). By letting the viewer choose, the official author of the film is gone. With five different endings the director has no explicit power on what the audience sees. They decide it for themselves. It could even be argued that the viewer becomes the author, as they themselves choose what they want to see.

There is a catch, however. While there are different endings and variations when it comes to the details of the story, the power of the viewer is limited. Part of this has to do with the technicalities of film as it would be unsustainable to write and shoot hundreds of outcomes. However, even within the power that is given to the viewer within the existing structure, there are limits. At a certain point the film gives a choice panel where the only choice is ‘no’. There is no alternative. Similarly, some choices give the same outcomes. When the viewer decides to let Stefan refuse the drug, he is drugged by Colin. The choice given to the viewer is thereby not necessarily a choice in regards to the outcome, as both options end with Stefan consuming drugs. The viewer still feels in control, but it is an illusion of power.

This illusion of power becomes even more clear when looking at the different possible endings. All the endings have the same conclusion: Stefan’s game is either received with bad reviews or not even released at all, and none of the endings include Stefan being happy or even satisfied with his path. Regardless of what choices you make, you never actually succeed in getting a (relatively) happy ending.

To conclude, Bandersnatch gives the authority of the story to the audience by letting viewers decide their own storyline. However, the film does limit the choices and thus the audience. As a viewer it is merely the illusion of power that you are playing with, as the creative team ultimately decides on Stefan’s fate.

Sources:

Barthes, Roland. “The Death of the Author.” Image Music Text, translated and edited by Stephen Heath, Fontana Press, 1977.

[cosmicflowchart]

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!

[spunkpunx]

I’ve started doing the most complicated Black Mirror Bandersnatch fic on a specific blog dedicated to it. Obviously it’s nowhere near done and it will take ages but if you want the first taster to see if you be interested then the blog is @bandersnatcht and the pinned post is the starting point. All options are linked/will be linked when I’ve written it but it will be a while.

[imaginedisish]

The daily update you guys never ask for:

1. I started writing chapter 3 of Devil’s Advocate, but unless I get a sudden burst of inspiration, it’ll be up tomorrow. If something changes, then maybe it’ll be up tonight, I’m not sure. It’s 11:20ish out here on the East Coast of the US, sooo if anything it may be up by 2 or 3am....idk!!

2. I have a lot of Bandersnatch requests, and I’ll be getting to them very soon!!! My requests are still open! They always are. I don’t really like closing them, bc they give me new, fresh ideas :) Request ANYTHING!

3. Thanks for being cool people and sticking with my blog for so long, or following me recently :) it means a lot.

That’s all for now :) see you guys later!

[reidandweep]

NETFLIX SHOWS MASTERLIST

SEX EDUCATION

OTIS MILBURN

New Faces

New Feelings

New Confessions

BANDERSNATCH

COLIN RITMAN

Happy Anniversary

STEFAN BUTLER

Meeting Mr Butler

ASA BUTTERFIELD

For Arguments Sake

[tricksters-captain]

Will Poulter Imagine - Broken Locks

AN:  I don’t normally write for real life people, I usually write about their characters when they’re in something as I’m best at character writing however this imagine came to me whilst I was in the shower and I wanted to write it. I know some people get funny about writers writing imagine for the real life people however this is purely fiction and for entertainment purposes. 

Summary: You and Will are flat mates and when the bathroom lock breaks. What happens when boundaries are broken...

Pairings: Will Poulter x reader

Word Count: 2,159

Warnings: Strong language, lots of fluff at the beginning, smut at the end. Unprotected shower smut (use protection kids) 

Will had been very kind to offer you a place to stay when you needed it. 

Recently, you had to suddenly leave your flat and being good friends with Will after filming together last year, he kindly offered for you to move in with him. He had a spare bedroom which you quickly moved into and that’s where it all started. 

You and Will hadn’t been flatmates very long when the bathroom door lock broke. You two soon had to set some boundaries after that happened. You both became very good at being aware of when the other was in the bathroom at which time since you were both too lazy or too busy to get the locked fixed. 

Things seemed to be going well until one day when Will had gone out and had a bit too much to drink... Which ended with him at the door of the bathroom whilst you were in the shower, begging to be let in...

“(Y/n), come on. I’m dying out here.” Will begged as he knocked on the door again. 

“I’m almost finished.” You said as you massaged the shampoo into your hair. 

“(Y/n), please.” Will didn’t know how much longer he could hold it. Silently wishing he had peed before he left the bar downtown. 

You continued to ignore him, when suddenly, you heard a frustrated grunt outside followed by the unlatching of the door. 

“William Jack Poulter!” You shrieked in protest as you poked your head out from the shower curtain to see him stood by the toilet. 

You grimaced and quickly ducked back behind the curtain. 

“Thank fu...” Will exhaled as he tipped his head back in relief. 

“I can’t believe you just did that.” You knew he’d be drinking so he was much ballsier than normal, however, he still just barged into the bathroom whilst you were naked.

“I’m sorry but in my defence there’s a curtain and I was about to piss myself.” Will’s words began to slew together. 

“Bloody hell... Fine. Now hurry up.” You rolled your eyes as you heard him flush the loo then run his hands under the tap. 

That may have been the first time he intruded on your ‘very important’ shower time but it most definitely wasn't the last. 

The next time he had let himself break the bathroom boundary was after you broke up with your boyfriend. 

He had walked past the bathroom door to hear your usual Sunday night shower, however, it wasn’t the usual out of tune singing or mumbling lines to yourself but instead something much different. 

You were crying.

He felt his chest go heavy when he realised. 

He rested his head against the bathroom door and contemplated going in to check on you... It didn’t take him long to cave in to the concern pulling at his heart strings. 

You tried to stop crying as you heard the latch of the bathroom door go slowly. 

“(Y/n)?” Will called your name softly as he opened the door a fraction. 

You squeezed your eyes shut and sucked in your lower lip to try and stop the tears but it didn’t help. 

Will let himself in once he knew you were behind the shower curtain. 

“(Y/n)? Do you wanna talk about it?” Will asked. 

The only response he got was you breaking down again. He took the hint. 

He picked up your towel and opened it wide as he approached the curtain. Pulling back the curtain slowly, he draped the towel over you as you immediately stepped into his embrace. 

Will took a step backwards, hauling you over the edge of the bathtub before settling on his knees hugging you close to his chest as you cried. 

You gripped tight onto his t-shirt as he rested his chin on top of your head, stroking circles over the towel covering your back. 

“It’s alright.” Will muttered, “It’s alright.” 

From that day, you two became even closer than before. 

Even though Will wasn’t quite okay with breaking the bathroom boundaries you figured that if Will could lift you from the shower and hold you crying on the bathroom floor then he could definitely help you run lines. 

That was the third time you forced him to break the bathroom boundary. 

“(Y/n), I’d much rather do this after you shower.” Will tried to back out of helping you with your lines once you told him you needed him whilst in the shower. 

“No, I practise best in the shower.” You were stubborn, he had to admit that. 

“I can’t believe you’re making me do this.” Will grumbled as he scratched the back of his neck, making his way from the door of the bathroom to the sink.

“Will you just please read the script and make sure I don’t fuck up? I need this job.” You pleaded. 

“Alright, alright.” Will leant on the edge of the basin as he looked down at the script in his hand.

Fortunately, you did get the job and you teased Will by saying it was clearly all down to him and that shower. 

Weirdly enough, after that shower, if Will was bored it wasn’t unusual for him to just sit in the bathroom with you. 

He liked your company and even just being in your presence was calming to him. 

He sat on the toilet lid with his feet on the sink as he flicked through a sample script. You liked the little furrow in his brow as he studied new material to see whether it was any good. 

Your music was playing as you sang along quietly but then all of a sudden a very familiar tune started to play. 

“You’re joking?” Will looked up from his script and towards the closed shower curtain. You laughed and poked your head out from behind the curtain.

“It’s a random playlist on Spotify and it’s on shuffle!” You told him innocently before you started to sing along, swaying slightly to tease him. 

Will went to pick up your phone to skip but you yelped in protest. 

“.... Don't go chasing waterfalls Please stick to the rivers and the lakes that you're used to I know that you're gonna have it your way or nothing at all But I think you're moving too fast...” You sang whilst ducking back into the shower. 

Will shook his head and reluctantly sat through the song until it got to the famous moment. 

“If you don’t do the rap I’m moving out.” You said childishly over the water. 

“Perfect. Means I’ll finally have my bathroom back.” Will smiled. 

“Do the rap, William!” You demanded, ignoring his comment. 

Will sighed and closed the script as he put on his American accent from ‘We’re the Millers’.

You squealed in happiness as he started to do the rap, forgetting a word here and there as it had been 5 years since the movie. 

You both then erupted in song and laughter as it came to the chorus. 

“DON’T GO CHASING WATERFALLS!” 

That was the moment Will knew he had a little more than just platonic feelings towards you, however, it took you a little longer to realise your own feelings... 

When you did finally realise your feelings it wasn’t surprising it was in that exact bathroom. 

However, the roles were reversed for once. 

Will stood in the shower as you sat crossed legged on the toilet seat, waiting for a face mask to dry. You had a bowl of crisps on the sink which Will voiced ‘was so weird’ as you were basically sat on the toilet but you didn’t care. 

“I like Fionn. We should have him round more.” You said as you munched on your crisps. 

“Yeah, he’s a great guy. I knew you’d like him.” Will raised his voice over the water. 

“What are we doing this evening?” You asked. 

For the past couple evenings Will had had his friends round and with the upcoming release of Bandersnatch. 

Fionn Whitehead had visited last night. 

“Movie?” Will suggested as he turned off the water. 

“Only if I get to pick.” You retorted, passing the boy his towel. 

Will rolled his eyes as he climbed out the shower with a towel around his waist. You sank back down onto the toilet lid but as you looked up, your eyes caught his bare back. You watched the water roll down his shoulder blade and you felt the air catch in your lungs.

“If you’re picking the film then I’m picking the food.” Will negotiated. 

As he turned around, you snapped yourself out of the sudden dirty thoughts running through your head and your eyes to his face. 

“Yeah?” He asked, raising his eyebrows at you. 

“Yeah.” You nodded, putting the crisps in your hand back into the bowl and watching Will exit the bathroom. 

It drove you both crazy thinking that the other probably didn’t reciprocate your feelings and to save the rejection, you both kept them to yourselves. 

But, of course, the first one to crack was you due to your terrible habit of being impatient. 

You were in the shower one evening when you called Will in. 

You then realised it was a ‘now-or-never’ kind of moment since you didn’t actually have any other reason for calling him into the bathroom other than to confess your attraction towards him. 

“What’s up?” Will asked from the other side of the shower. 

You closed your eyes to try and calm yourself down. Your heart was beating so fast in your chest you were pretty sure Will could hear it. 

“(Y/n)? Is everything alright?” He asked as he stepped closer to the shower curtain. 

What you did next seemed to happen in a flash of a second. 

You pulled the shower curtain slightly to the side and gripped tight onto Will’s t-shirt as you tugged him towards your face, capturing your lips in his. 

Will didn’t react at first, shocked at the sudden act, but you didn’t give in just yet. You stayed with the kiss, praying he would move his lips to signify that this was okay and after what felt like forever he did. 

He cupped the side of your jaw with one of his hands whilst the other found the wall to balance him as he stepped over the side of the bath into the shower. 

You kissed him with a fierce hunger, pulling at his now damp shirt. 

The water cascaded over you both as Will’s hands seem to explore every part of you. 

Will rushed to get off his clothes before they got too soaked that it would be awkward to remove them. You helped him until he was down to nothing. 

Your hand found his waist before you cautiously neared his member. Will’s hips jerked in response, he then took a fistful of your wet hair.

You wrapped your hand around him and began to pump up and down his erection, smirking at the quiet groan from his throat. 

“Will?” You muttered through the kiss. 

“Yeah?” He pulled away, his mouth travelling down your neck and along your shoulder.  

“Fuck me.” You begged as your knees grew weak.. 

Will pulled back, his eyes searched your face for all the assurance he needed before smiling back at you and crashing his lips against yours once again. 

His hand holding onto the back of your neck moved to under your thigh to try and lift you slightly.

“You sure?” Will asked. All you could do was nod as your stomach flipped with excitement. 

He entered you, holding you steady as you winced with his size. 

“You alright?” He asked, again, searching your eyes for any sign to stop. 

“I’m alright.” You kissed him and rocked against him to signal that you were okay to just go for it. 

Will had to suppress a moan as your wet breasts rubbed against his chest whilst he fucked you. You gripped onto him tightly as he thrusted in and out of you.. 

You leant against the wall to try and give you both some more stability as Will pounded into your harder and faster. You were edging close to climax as he picked up his pace and you could tell with every thrust that he was too. 

“Fuck.” Will cussed under his breath as you dug your nails into his shoulders. 

You let your head rest against the wall as you shook, squeezing your eyes shut as you started to pulse around him. The sensation of your finish encouraged his own shortly after. 

You were suddenly thankful you were in the shower as Will pulled out of you.

The next time Will heard the shower, he let himself into the bathroom without a second thought. Pulling his t-shirt over his head and kicking off his jogging bottoms.

“Having a shower without me?” Will asked as he pulled back at the curtain. “I feel betrayed.” Will teased, jumping in with you as you giggled. 

You wrapped your arms around him and kissed him sweetly.

[imaginesbymk]

requested by: anonymous / gif imagine! (gif is not mine!)

YOU WALKED INSIDE on what you assumed to be the offices where your brother Stefan worked at. Each cubicle you walked past you checked to see if Stefan was sitting in one of them working away on his new video game he’s been so passionate about.

Eyes fixated on a door to a room, without thinking you turned the knob and let yourself inside, only to find that you were greeted with Stefan, his boss and a blonde guy with glasses.

Your cheeks turned red and so did your brother’s.

“Y/N?” Stefan got up from his chair and walked over to you. “What are you doing here? I’m working.”

“You forgot your notebook, dumbass.” You tossed it at him and he caught after almost dropping it completely.

“Well, fuck me. Who’s this?” the blonde guy asks, eyeing you up and down.

The first thing you noticed when you looked at him was the fact that he had a spliff in his mouth and it reeked the entire room.

“Er, Colin this is Y/N,” Stefan says. “My sister.”

He grinned a bit. This should be fun. “Well hellooo Stefan’s sister.”

[leoritman]

IM SO BACK BABY

follow me on tt: @ m4xenc3

[andrewgarfieldslut]

why is no one talking about this

[countlessimagines]

The Gamer Guy [ Colin Ritman x Reader ]

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

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

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

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

Warnings: Some language

MASTERLIST

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

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

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

-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-

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

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

“I bet that’s not too bad.”

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

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

“How charming.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’ll have to see.”

-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-

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

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

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

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

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

“You are truly a terrible person.”

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

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

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

“You couldn’t, what?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

-

[harringtons-writer]

Our Friend From The Future 

Requested: YESSS!! :)

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

Pairing: Stefan Butler x Reader (Romantic) 

Word count: 1210

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

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

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

(Not my Gif)

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

Daydream about Y/N / Work on Bandersnatch 

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

Forget about Y/N / Call her to come over

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

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

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

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

Invite upstairs / Talk about Bandersnatch

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

Tickle side / Boop nose 

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

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

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

Play with hair/ Brush cheek

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

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

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

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

Get more confused / Kiss Y/N 

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

Tell whats wrong / Find out why Stefan admitted his feelings

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

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

IM WATCHING YOU ON NETFLIX

“Fucking hell,” Stefan looked at you. 

I MAKE DECISIONS FOR YOU

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

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

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

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

I MADE YOU CONFESS YOUR FEELINGS TO Y/N 

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

I HAD TO ;) I’M YOUR FRIEND! 

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