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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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