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Uhhh have some traumatized blorbos
Tommy Dunkirk it’s my best friend Tommy Dunkirk
FIONN WHITEHEAD.
Someone gimmie the Fionn Whitehead imagines im deprived of. 😭
Dunkirk as things my friends said:
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Alex: don't try to frame me for horrible taste
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Tommy: whoever said art is pain was RIGHT
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Gibson: i thought there was glitter on the table but no it's bread crumbs
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Alex: i know i said i was gonna sleep but i can't miss out on french slander
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Shivering Soldier: the thought of responsabilities is making me sickity sick
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Tommy: let my organs be free bro
Alex: no
Gibson: fly high organs
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Farrier: no Collins the gender euphoria is now or never darling
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Georges: i knew i would get karma from decapitating Pikachu then eating his severed head
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Collins: you're a lizard, Farrier
Farrier: i wish
Farrier: just sleep under the sun all day and eat bugs until i get squished by a kid. The dream life.
Me after remembering that Dunkirk was made in 2017 and there are barely any chances I will ever see Aneurin Barnard talk about it in an interview again even if he was one of the main characters and only got to speak for max 10 minutes about it:
(not my gif, i can't find who did it so if you know who's it is please do tell)
Decided to take screenshots of Tommy and Gibson -I'm at my third rewatch of Dunkirk (2017) of the month so might as well do something with that (last time was paying attention to details, before that it was paying attention to the sound, and now it's taking pictures like I'm the mother in Mean Girls)-:
(I'd say click on the images for better quality but I'm afraid I suck at screenshots)
(For those who can't see it's just Tommy and Gibson from Dunkirk being sad and doing crime)
Why Dunkirk is a different type of war film
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Majority of war films have sad disturbing imagery that show the truth of war and life in the trenches but with quite a few of these films there is this sense of patriotism, brotherhood and sacrifice. These are the themes which pull on our heart strings and make us more understanding of the characters motives.
Then there’s Dunkirk…
Dunkirk is more then just a movie by Christopher Nolan starring Harry Styles, it is technically incredible to watch with multiple sequences that make you feel genuine fear. However I believe it’s the movies core message that makes it so special.
I would compare Dunkirk to Apocalypse Now not because they are similar films but because of how they explore the darker more sinister aspects of war that are rarely spoken about. Over here in England I remember multiple people being appalled by its lack of patriotism when I came out of the screening. I felt quite the opposite and thought this new prospective was a breath of fresh air into a genre that can be seen as tiresome to some. This idea that it was every man for themselves and that the government could turn their back on thier own men was new and original. It showed how when we are in such heavy situations we cannot help but let our survival instincts take over even if they do not align with our own moral code. Yet as the storm calms we see that we do abide by that code which is shown by Kenneth Branagh staying behind to help the French allies.
Cillian Murphy’s character of a soldier suffering from PTSD shows how traumatising the war is and while it may not be the first time this has been talked about or shown on film it still manages to remind you of the damage war does. The film pushes you in your ability to empathize and sympathize as Cillian does murder sailor boy George, even though it’s not deliberate is the act itself forgivable because he is a man who’s suffering. When a film pushes you to ask such deep questions that is when it has truly made an impact.
Tom Hardy shows the sacrifice of war a man who very easily could have turned around and safed himself but insted chose to risk his life to save people whom he didn’t know. Hardy represents all the unknown soldiers, forgotten heroes who made sacrifices not for glory or fame but for the future. At the end of the film he is captured and we know none will save him and those soldiers he saved won’t ever know who he is but it’s the fact that he did it which means the most.
Harry Styles is the survivor, a soldier who did what he had to do in order to live but he is not a man without a conscious. At the end of the film on the train he talk about (and I’m paraphrasing) “we just survived” and him being ashamed of the man for not looking at him because he feels guilty for his actions and wishes he did more.
By Dunkirk not focusing on one character it is able to say more despite it taking place in such a short time pireod. It’s a film that is a cinematic experience from the 70mm viewing to the realism of every noise. I believe that whilst Dunkirk does challenge difficult subject matters it does still show the patriotism, brotherhood and sacrifice while it may not be so plain to see it is there.
Dunkirk is different type of war film as it has a balance its able to display the different people in the war but also able to show both the positives and negatives of the war.
NOT IN CONTROL ↝ stefan butler x reader
prompt ▹ The reader is in somewhat of same situation as stefan, having the feeling as if she is being controlled.
warnings ▹ not much, female!reader, cussing, implied drug use, lowercase intended, and some violence. (if not in this chapter, it will be in the next ones.)
this is part 1 | part 2
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your alarm went off at 6:00 am, you gasped trying to catch your breath from the dream you just had. This happened often for the past month or so, you could never remember the dream fully. it was almost always something normal happening to you.. the only thing that stood out of place was that peoples faces were always blurred out and their voices slightly muffled so you could never pinpoint who it was in your dream.
wake up | sleep in.
you went to reach for the ‘snooze’ button but something stopped you from doing so. slowly you sit up and rub your face to wake up.
you wanted to sit there on your bed and try to think over your dream so you weren’t left in the dark yet again, but you felt like something was pushing you along to get moving and start your day. it seemed like you could never have time to yourself anymore. it was absolutely bonkers. was it too much to ask of yourself to just sit and be alone with your thoughts for a few fucking moments?
the annoying thought in the back of your head got the best of you when you got up, your feet hitting the cold floor as you made your way to the kitchen.
i could eat, i think i have enough milk for cereal today.
eat cereal | grab an apple
you went to reach for the milk in your fridge but you suddenly stopped, your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you tried to push yourself to grab the milk. no matter how hard you tried you couldn’t reach it. you let out a frustrated breath and slammed the fridge shut, grabbing an apple as you passed by the table on your way to the bathroom.
what the FUCK is going on? can i not even enjoy some cereal?
your mind raced as you bit into the green apple, your face scrunched up at the taste. why did you even have that in your house? the flavor is horrid.
oh yeah, you felt like you needed to get it a day or two ago at the store. lovely.
you swallowed the chewed up piece and tossed the rest of the apple in the little trash can near the sink. without any hesitation you started to brush your teeth, then your hair.
you glanced down at your watch and saw that it read 6:30 am. already? you needed to get moving or else you’d be late again. walking to your closet you had two options, a simple long sleeved shirt with jeans or a short sleeved shirt, jeans, and a baggy orange jacket.
the jacket, i haven’t worn it in a while.
long sleeved | baggy jacket
you grabbed the jacket without any trouble, thank god.
after getting dressed the rest of the morning went smoothly, you put on a little bit of makeup before leaving the house and began your walk to work. it wasn’t far so it didn’t bother you, plus traffic is a pain.
you managed to walk in right at seven, five minutes early.
elevator | stairs
biting your bottom lip out of habit you walked into the elevator and pressed the floor number where you worked. you hands stuffed themselves into your jacket pockets as you looked down at the ground, your stomach growling in hunger from only having a bite of an apple this morning.
“h-hold the elevator!” a voice called out as the doors began to shut, quickly your foot shot out in the middle of the two doors, making them stop before they even came close to closing. the boy who seemed to be your age, perhaps two years older stepped in next to you and smiled shyly. he went to press a button but stopped, he must be going to the same floor as you.
odd.. usually choices like that take a little bit to happen.. that one seemed right away, normal even.
you got snapped out of your thoughts when the boy started to speak again, when you looked at him to pay attention you could feel your cheeks heat up a bit.
he’s cute.
“uh, thanks.. f-for holding the elevator i m-mean!” he stuttered, clearly nervous for many reasons. you couldn’t seem to tell why though. all you did was smile and nod softly, taking note or his eyes. definitely one of his many beautiful features.
“yeah, not a problem. i like your jacket by the way.” you smirked, seeing that you were wearing the same jacket, yet his was yellow. it fit him, the color.
he looked down quickly at his jacket as if he forgot he wore it today then looked back up at you with a toothy smile, it seemed genuine.
“thanks, i like yours too..” he spoke, looking like he wanted to say more but the elevator came to a stop as the doors started to open. he hesitated for a few seconds before gesturing for you to get off before him.
you grinned and stepped out only to see your boss waiting by the elevator. his face lit up when he saw the boy in the yellow jacket and went to shake his hand. “ah steven! how are you?” he greeted warmly and quite excitedly.
“uh— its stefan actually..” he replied, glancing back over to you for a moment before you realized you were already looking at him. (more like admiring)
you swallowed and quickly looked away. you muttered a to yourself about how dumb you may have looked while walking over to colin’s desk that was right across from yours. he seemed to be working on his newest game, Nohzdyve.
“how’s it going ritman? making yet another hit game?” you teased in a friendly manner before hopping into your own chair infant of your computer. colin looked up from his screen and simply gave a lazy thumbs up.
“it’s going alright L/N, now that you’ve found the bug it’s been much easier. i owe you one.” he spoke as he pushed up his glasses and finished typing a code needed for his game right as stefan and mr. boss man walked up to his desk.
“colin, this is stefan. he’s going to be showing me a demo for his new game. he’s also expressed his admiration for your games.” mr thakur spoke while putting his hand on a smiling stefan’s shoulder.
you simply rolled your eyes and smiled to yourself, typing away at your computer. what you did here was make the graphic art for most of the upcoming games made here, but you did also have a great talent for coding. colin often used your talent for help with his own games.
as you were working on the ideas for cover art that might be used for Nohzdyve, you got snapped back into reality.
“i couldn’t have done most of my games without the help of Y/N over here, well i could have, but not as quick.” colin grinned, gesturing towards you.
“ha ha ritman. very funny, piss off. but i’ve been somewhat acquainted with stefan. nice lad.” you smiled, snapping and giving him classic finger guns with your left hand.
stefan’s smile grew as his ears turned a light shade of pink. “th-thanks y/n.”
before you could say anything else colin let out a short laugh, almost a scoff. when you looked over at him with a questioning look he just smirked and turned in his chair to face thakur and stefan.
“y’know, i don’t think i need anymore assistance with my game, y/n has already done her part with my game. perhaps she can work with stefan if everything goes well.” colin suggested nonchalantly. wingman of the year.
agree | disagree
yes! YES! why aren’t i agreeing outloud? i don’t want to say no!
she clenched her jaw and held back the urge to say no to colin’s idea. she looked up at stefan and saw that his smile dropped and he looked somewhat confused.
you pushed with everything in you to get an answer that you liked out, for once it worked.
“i..i say yes, i’m free and i’d like to work with you.” you managed to get out, not seeming too forced.
after a few seconds he nodded, biting his nails what seemed to be out of habit. “sure, th-that’d be great..” he smiled, seeming suddenly calm.
“right then, should we get moving?” colin interrupted as he stood up and patted stefan’s shoulder, practically marking the other two men move to the office.
stare at stefan | get to work
y/n watched as they left, before the door closed she couldn’t take her eyes off of stefan.
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A/N: please leave your thoughts and let me know if you want to be on the tag list!
ok i’m thinking about making a choose your own path for bandersnatch but i don’t want to end up like my boy stefan lol
DUMB MARKS ↝ colin ritman x reader
prompt ↝ the reader has her soulmark like everyone else, one part is meant to represent her while the other part is meant to represent her soulmate. the reader chooses to wear long sleeves whenever they can, not sure if they are ready to meet her soulmate.
warnings ↝ cussing, fem!reader, and that’s it i think hehe
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you tugged at your sleeve of the yellow hoodie you wore often. your head was pounding from the stressful day at work and at home. your roommate was being a jerk and so were your co workers.
“late coffee, get it while it’s hot!” you announced to the remaining people at the work place, it was ten pm after all. your bedtime was starting in thirty minutes. sleep is important!
after handing four people their coffee you moved over to colin ritman, easily one of your favorites here.
“coffee for the bleach blonde boy, don’t spill it.” you winked teasingly. there was a close call the last time he was around his computer with coffee in his hand.
“yeah yeah, piss off girlie.” he deadpanned, typing a few times before stopping and facing you.
“why is it that you always serve the coffee but you never have any for yourself?” he questioned, your eyes flickered down to his left wrist where a bandage covered it. his soulmark.
“that’s an odd thing to point out, but i suppose you’re right. coffee is for the weak.” you spoke, a smirk tugging at your lips. even with the joking and conversations you had with colin you always thought about the bandage wrap around his wrist.
“what’s up with the bandage?” you asked, playing with your necklace without much thought, nervous habit.
“oh this old thing? as you probably thought, it’s my soulmark. i’m not sure if i’m ready to meet my one and only yet.” he scoffed, leaning back in his chair and looking at your covered wrist. “what about you? already found your true love?” he questioned, pushing up his glasses as he spoke.
you only laughed at the last bit, shaking your head and leaning against his desk. “nope, same reason as you. i don’t want to end up with some bloke i know nothing about.” your hands removed themselves from your mouth to pull down your sleeve covering your own mark.
“find anyone close yet?” he asked, running his hand though his hair. he had decided to stop working for the day since he had already gone over the usual limit for himself.
what ‘close’ meant with soulmates and the marks was when you would share one of the two marks in common. but it was only meant to be if both of you had the exact same ones.
you had pac man and a necklace that resembled the one that hung around your neck since you were a child.
“yeah actually, i’ve met two other people with pac man that looked identical to mine, yet it never matched up with the second mark.
“no shit? i have pac man too. they are probably just some dumb marks anyway, so who cares?” he chuckled, grabbing the end of his bandage and un wrapping it. he set the bandage down on his lap and looked at his marks, not able for you to see though. when he looked at his own marks it was as if a wave of realization hit him.
“come closer.” he mumbled, putting his left arm down where his mark stained his skin, out of your sight. you raised an eyebrow and leaned closer to him as he asked. his right hand reached up and lightly grabbed your necklace. out of your control you cheeks heated up.
“this wouldn’t have anything to do with your mark, would it?” he asked slowly, tearing his eyes away from the necklace to meet yours.
you swallowed and licked your bottom lip before nodding lightly. his fingers still holding your necklace. “yeah, it’s.. it’s my other mark.” you replied in a soft voice, never had you ever been this close to him. it wasn’t a problem though, not at all.
you rolled up your sleeve to show your mark to colin, once he saw it his face reminded still. the only thing that moved was his left arm so he could show you his marks.
they matched yours. they were identical.
“at least i know you.” you spoke, a smile forming on your face. you looked up to see his reaction, when he was grinning like an idiot you were surprised to say the least.
“i’m definitely okay with this, i guess i was ready to find you.” he spoke as you stood back just as you were before he asked you to come closer.
“so, i guess it’s time to ask.. you wanna go out sometime? somewhere other than work.” you asked, shoving your hands into your back pockets.
“i know just the place.”
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tag list: @stefansritman @eightiesbae
sorry this was short and cheesy! let me know what you thought + if you want to be added to a colin / stefan / or bandersnatch (both boys) tag list!
NOT IN CONTROL ↝ stefan butler x reader ▹ part 2
prompt ▹ The reader is in the somewhat same situation as stefan, having the feeling as if she is being controlled.
warnings ▹ not much, female!reader, cussing, implied drug use, lowercase intended, and some violence. (if not in this chapter, it will be in the next ones.)
part 1 |
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6:25 pm
it’s been three days since stefan came to the office for the first time. stefan thought it would be best if he worked mainly on his own. you didn’t blame him though, seems like a smart move. you thought that would have meant that you wouldn’t be able to work with him, boy oh boy were you wrong.
he suggested that you could come over every so often to see what he was really working on so you could get a better idea for the cover art, perhaps even helping him with notes, coding, all of the above. of course you said yes. if you didn’t where would this story go?
wait, what?
before you could start thinking about anything else you felt something pinch your arm, you winced and swatted whoever did that. when you looked up you were met with the face of colin ritman.
“what do you need ritman? can’t you see i’m working, helping you with your horrid coding.” you joked, smiling a bit while he just rolled his eyes and scoffed.
“helping? you were stuck in another day dream. plus, i wanted to know how it’s going with stefan. you seemed to be a pretty big fan of him ever since you walked out of that elevator with him.” he replied, sipping his drink and leaning against the desk.
“oh piss off! i’ve finished anyway, take a look for yourself!” you shot back, pushing the office chair you were in so he could get at better look at the screen without getting too close. personal space is a thing. “everything is well with stefan, his game is going great and so is my cover art. it’s not done completely but you know what-“
“what you mean, yeah. you sure do take your time. other than that i was talking about between the both of you, personally. not just work. i mean you showed up wearing the same thing for fucks sake l/n! must be a sign.” he continued to tease as he grabbed the chair and pushed her out of it just so he could have his office back.
“the jacket wasn’t even the same color you fool! just- it was just the same type.. it’s no sign, just a coincidence. but to answer your question of some sort, things are fine. i’m going to see him after work, i need to show him what I’ve made for some cover art plus I’ve also gathered notes on the book that he might not already have. oh! i was also thinking about bringing something to eat, he just gets so sucked into the game..” you rambled on, starting to trail off when you looked at colin and saw his ‘are you kidding me’ expression.
“how does one get so whipped after only three days?” he spoke, rolling his eyes for what seemed like the tenth time that day. you simply just kicked his leg and flicked him off before sitting down at your desk.
make an excuse | agree with colin
“choke pitman, i am not whipped. i simply ramble. you know this.” you replied, opening closed tabs and grabbing your note book that already had three pages full for stefan and his work.
“oh, yeah, alright. what ever you say l/n. i just think it’s funny th-“ he went to continue but you put on your headphones and let your music start to play.
“sorry, i can’t hear you, i’m ignoring you.” you managed to speak at a normal volume even though the music was almost too loud for you to even hear your own words leave your mouth.
turning back to your notes you read over everything you wrote, you didn’t want to seem sloppy with your note taking skills or handwriting for stefan, not that you cared or anything..
‘davies had gotten so sucked into making the book it is presumed that he went crazy because of it. he later killed his wife, her head was cut off at the hands of him. his room was filled with the same symbol. that symbol was written in his wife’s blood.’
you didn’t remember writing that, you must have been so focused on getting these notes that you weren’t paying attention? how does that make sense?
bite lip | bite nails
your hand let go of the page you were reading from and went up to your mouth, you found yourself biting your thumbnail without notice. you quickly brought your hand down and furrowed your eyebrows. you never did that, any other nervous habit, you had. not biting your nails though.
shaking your head you looked down at your watch, 7:05. damn, time went by fast.. too fast..
you got up and packed your bag with everything you needed, shutting down your computer after saving everything that needed to be saved. quickly you made your way down to the exit and started to walk to the bus stop, just in time for the one you needed to get on to get to stefan.
sitting down in an empty seat you pulled out two tapes for your walkman.
Frankie Goes To Hollywood | Thompson Twins
putting back the Thompson Twins tape you picked one you haven’t listened to in a while. leaning your head against the window you watched the world pass you. people walking from work to go home, to go to a party, to go to eat, anywhere.
‘relax, don’t do it
when you want to go to it
relax, don’t do it
when you want to come’
the music played and you tapped you foot lightly to the beat, you felt calm. relaxed. fine with life.
SHIT! weren’t you going to get food for yourself and stefan? oh god, its most likely fine, right?
it’s fine | get the food!
suddenly you calmed down, after only about five seconds of panic. odd.. why did you get so worked up in the first place? it was just some food. not like you wanted to impress stefan or let him know that you genuinely care for him and his health. yeah, as if.
taking a deep breath you looked back out the window and saw that your stop was coming up, you grabbed you bag and made sure everything was with you. the bus came to a stop and you stood, being the only one for some reason. the you walked down the aisle to get to the exit you felt almost everyones eyes on you. why?
shaking it off you exited the bus and started to walk in the direction of stefan’s house, it was only three or four minutes until you arrived at his door step. you knocked at the door just three times and waited patiently, pausing your music and putting the headphones around your neck.
you were surprised to see stefan’s dad open the door. his face looked tired, but it quickly changed as he smiled and stepped to the side to let you into the house. “oh, come in. you must be y/n. I’ve heard quite a bit about you from stefan. he’s up in his room. now if you’ll excuse me, i have to be on my way. it was nice seeing you.” he spoke, seeming rushed as he walked out the door. you stood there confused for a moment before shaking it off and walking to stefan’s room.
you opened his door and knocked lightly, making yourself known as you stepped into his room. he jumped in his chair since you seemed to have shocked him. he was always so focused in his work it was impossible not to scare him a bit when he was that deep into it.
“sorry! i didn’t mean to scare you, i brought notes about the book that could help you, some demos of my work for your cover art, and.. this..” you spoke, puling everything out as you listed them off, the last thing was a stress ball that would sit at your desk, it became really helpful when you got overwhelmed. you bit your lip lightly and tossed it to him.
would he think it was dumb?
“oh! th-thanks y/n, i’m glad you came. I need someone to talk to, other than myself and a screen for a little bit.” he chuckled, playing with the ball in his hands and smiling up at you.
that boy had a smile that could light up a damn room.
talk about the game | talk about him
you were going to talk about the game and all the notes you had gathered up when something stopped you. you opened your mouth to speak but you stopped, you bit your lip as you sat down on his bed across from him. he could see the confusion that flashed over your face. it felt all too familiar to him.
“h-how are you? other than the game and all of that.” you spoke, almost sounding unsure of yourself. he took note of this but didn’t say anything about it. he didn’t want to seem too forward after all.
“i’m..” he paused. it looked and felt like he wasn’t done talking, like something cut him off. like what happens with you.
“i could be doing better. i feel like i can’t make choices on my own ever s-since this game.. and i-i know you said to talk about something-ing other than the game but, th-that’s become all i think about- well not all i think a-about there is another thing but- uh, i just- i don’t know. y’know?” he rushed out, his mouth was moving too fast for his brain. you took note that his hand squeezed the stress ball lightly as he met your eyes, looking for any sign in them.
“oddly, i.. i do. i feel out of control sometimes. and time has been, it’s felt like it’s moving faster? in a way? plus when i go to make choices i pause for some reason or i do something completely out of the ordinary.” you replied, speaking your mind for once on this whole thing going on with you. why to stefan though? he did bring it up, but why are you so.. open with him? why did he feel right in a way?
“you’re the first person i talked to about this.. thank you y/n.” he spoke, his voice growing softer as he finished speaking.
“same here, i should be thanking you. so, thanks stefan.” you replied, a smile spreading across your face. you two just stared at each other for a bit. it didn’t feel off, it felt normal.
back to work | ask stefan out
you went to grab your papers but you stopped yourself. clenching your jaw and closing your eyes for a moment.
no, i want this. you can’t stop me! i’m asking this boy out!
“stefan, would.. would you like to go out with me? like get out of the house, perhaps grab something to eat.. i dunno..” you trailed off, slowly putting your hands back into your lap, looking up at him for an answer.
“yeah! uh- yeah, sure. that sounds great. i know a place, not too far of a walk.” he spoke right away, standing up from his chair and setting down the stress ball on his desk before grabbing his jacket.
“you all set?” he asked you, tugging at his yellow jacket and sending you a quick smile.
“yeah, lets go.” you grinned, you had control now. it felt good.
not for long.
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A/N ok this is longer than i planned but i like it!! let me know what you think!
taglist: @kickasskittie23 @punk-lycan @creativedogs @rxletheworld @littleme08 @seattleiite @mawkishmondays
@the-outrages @eightiesbae tell me if you want to be added!
MY TURN ↝ stefan butler x reader
requested ↝ @kikizori
warnings ↝ gender neutral reader, cussing, and change from the original movie.
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stefan was freaking out. he was pacing around his room, his hands were frantically tugging at his dark hair. he knew he wasn’t in control of his life anymore. he could feel it, the freedom to do anything that he desired was not his anymore. it’s been like this ever since he started working on this fucking game.
“I know you’re there! Just-just..give me a fucking sign! Anything! Please! I can feel-” he was cut short when his computer screen suddenly came to life.
‘Hello Stefan,’ it read, his mouth fell, unable to react to his own computer communicating with him. he quickly sat down in his chair and didn’t dare take his eyes off of the screen that sat in front of him.
“h-hello.. what’s going on? Please, I need to know..” he asked his computer, as crazy as that sounded.
‘I’m from the future, I’m using something called Netflix to interact with you.’ flashed across the screen.
“Netflix? What the fuck is a Netflix?” he furrowed his eyebrows while leaning closer to the computer
With every question Stefan had asked the computer, (or person from the future) the device tried to answer it so he would understand. this went on for hours before he finally was able to grasp the information that was given to him.
“So.. what now? Am I supposed to continue to live like this over and over again for every person that just happens to watch, or play this? Is this my life now?” he questioned, his voice was shaky and panicked.
‘Would you like to try?’
[ yes ] [ yes ]
he couldn’t say no. what if he didn’t say anything? what would the person from the future make him do? would he control someone he knew or someone completely random?
he took a breath and pressed one of the options, it didn’t really matter what one though. that was obvious.
seconds later the words left his screen and it started to load in the oddest way, a red circle that was spinning around until someone popped onto his screen. they were sitting at the breakfast table with what seemed to be their older brother.
“alright, it’s time to get going brat. do you want to ride the bus or do i have to drive you again?” the brother asked. he seemed uninterested and hoping that they would pick the bus.
just for that stefan pressed the ‘make him drive you’ option after a few seconds.
the brother groaned and shut off the rectangle device in his hand. was that the future phone? he got up and grabbed his keys and grabbed the back of your chair, pulling it back and then tilting it forward so you were forced to get off the chair.
rude.
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stefan continued to play for three hours and twenty minutes. he had killed you three times, made you kill your brother five times, and pretty much ruined your life countless times.
you could feel it, you could feel him controlling you.
this resulted in you pacing around your room while you chewed on your nails and started thinking over everything. you swore that you could remember doing horrible things that never really happened. like killing your brother.
“i know something is going on, just help me find out what! i need to know before i go insane!” you shouted at nothing in particular, your voice was shaky and unsure of itself.
“just- i know you’re there! give me a fucking sign! anything!” you had sat down in your chair in front of your computer desk, your hands were shaking at this point.
stefan had been through everything you were going through, he felt your pain in the moment.
another choice popped up at the bottom of the screen for stefan to choose from.
[ introduce yourself ] [ ignore ]
stefan thought for a moment before thinking about what he wanted when he was in that situation a few hours ago. he had clicked the ‘introduce yourself’ choice. it took a few moments but your computer screen went black while stefan watched you with a text box put to the side of his screen to use.
he quickly started typing, watching it as it showed up on your screen seconds after he typed it.
My name is Stefan Butler, I was going through the same thing as you.
“what is going on? please.. i need to know what’s going on.” you begged, voice breaking as you spoke.
he nodded and started typing, doing everything the other person had done. he told the person everything he was told, even bringing up Netflix. he went on for about two hours before a choice popped up on his screen.
[ leave, you can’t come back! ] [ let them play. ]
this wasn’t like the main ones, the past few choices have been directed towards him. if he picked the second one would it just continue a never ending loop?
there was only one way to find out.
[ let them play. ]
MASTERLIST
BANDERSNATCH!
Stefan Butler
MY TURN
stefan gets to be in control for once, not in control of himself though.
NOT IN CONTROL
PART TWO
the reader knows they are being controlled. little do they know the cute new boy with a yellow jacket is going through the same thing.
HERE FOR YOU!
the reader is always there for stefan, making sure he’s okay with his game and all. now it’s stefan’s turn to make sure the reader is okay.
WHERE DO WE GO?
based on the song ‘bury a friend.’ y/n wakes up to stefan standing over her, and it just gets worse from there.
Colin Ritman
DUMB MARKS
soulmate au.
SEX EDUCATION!
Otis Milburn
OBLIVIOUS
the reader is jealous of maeve and otis is jealous of the readers new friend. both totally oblivious to the fact they like each other.
PARTY ANIMAL
when the reader is forced to go to a party. they choose to hide out in a corner alone, yet they run into otis.
GET SOME
the reader is maeve’s younger sister who has been ‘secretly’ dating otis. they have been doing a pretty good job at keeping it under wraps.. for now.
SNEAKING IN
when otis’ childhood friend convinces him to go on one of her adventures, he obviously agrees since he is totally whipped. to say the least, teenagers be teenagers but run into a few interruptions.
FALLING
based on the song ocean eyes and the song please notice. when your crush on otis starts to grow you can’t help but admire him and notice the little things about him. this causes you to continue falling for him, more and more each day.
HERE FOR YOU ↝ stefan butler
requested? ↝ yeah!! by my favorite follower! @edgyandbi-michielle
summary ↝ Hey I have an idea for you. A Stefan x reader imagine where the reader and him are really good friends and the reader has been checking up on him pretty much everyday (like bringing him food/music and whatever) but they don’t show up for longer than usual and he notices so he stops takes a break from his game to check on them because they are really important to him. It could be a romantic ending or like just a platonic show of care and stuff up too you.
warnings ↝ fem!reader, cussing, mentions of verbal abuse.
i love this! i adore this idea and everything that came to mind when writing it. i may have gone over my five hundred word limit i wanted to stick by, but it’s okay!! i hope you all like it!
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chinese food in hand you managed to fish out your spare key to stefan’s place. you had gotten one a week ago since you’ve been coming over so much to check up on him and make sure he isn’t going crazy from the game he was making.
you slipped off your shoes and moved over to stefan’s room, knocking on the open door lightly to let him know you were here.
he would usually jump a foot since he was so focused. now though, he had become used to it.
he immediately turned around and faced you, getting up and helping with the food in your hands.
“wh-what time is it?” he asked, his voice always so soft since he barley spoke to anyone besides you lately. the game had become his top priority ever since he got into it.
you glanced down at your watch and sat down on his bed. “half past seven, just in time for dinner.” you responded while taking the noodles and chopsticks from stefan.
he seemed shocked at the time, quickly glancing at his clock on the wall and rubbing his face softly. “oh, alright then.” his tone was still soft as he sat next to you.
“you didn’t know it was that late, did you? let me guess.. you haven’t eaten since this morning. and that was just a banana with some juice?” you sighed, looking his way, stuffing some noodles in your mouth.
“you know me too well..” he chuckled as he picked at his rice and crab rangoon. he usually ate really fast when you brought food since he barley ate otherwise. this wasn’t normal of him to pick at his food.
you nudged his leg with your foot trying to get his full attention, even if that rarely happens. his mind was always all over the place, never thinking about just one thing.
“talk to me stef, what’s up? you aren’t eating like it’s the end of the world.” you chuckled, setting down your food on his side table.
he shrugged and took a bite of the food, avoiding your eyes.
“am i a bother to you? i mean you come around a lot to look after me.. and i don’t want to be holding you b-back or anything.” he spoke, unsure of himself. he was obviously nervous about what he said and the meaning behind his words. he set his food down on his desk before looking down at his hands.
you frowned, scooting closer to him and wrapping your arms around his body. your head leaning on his shoulder and a hand softly rubbing his back.
“you’re the best person in my life right now. of course i’m going to be here for you when needed. even when you don’t think you need me, i’ll be here. i want you to understand that you’re not a bother to me, if anything you’re a breath of fresh air.” you reassured him, speaking with emotion in your voice. everything you said came from your heart, it was true.
he smiled, letting out a breath he didn’t know he was holding in until that moment. he relaxed while wrapping his arms around you, letting the both of you fall back onto his bed.
you calmed him, eased his mind. like always.
you looked up at him as he looked down at you, eyes meeting. your hand was rubbing the side of his arm softly while his fingers played with your hair.
you two didn’t notice your faces slowly getting closer until stefans dad opened the door abruptly. “y/n? you mother w- oh, uh- your mom wants you home.. so..” he stepped out when he saw how close you two were and shut the door quickly.
you sat up, pulling yourself away from stefan and rubbing your face a bit. you heard stefan chuckle from behind you as he followed your lead and sat up.
“thank you for everything y/n. i’ll see you soon, yeah?” he asked,getting up to walk you to the front door. you nodded and hugged him, kissing his cheek like normal before you left.
the smile on his face didn’t drop until later that night when he passed out.
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it’s been a week you last come over. the longest before this was four days when you didn’t see him. so this was really out of the ordinary.
he took a step back from his computer and put on his yellow jacket, walking out the front door and just catching the bus to get to your house.
it only took a few moments to get there since you didn’t live too far from him, he got off the bus and walked to your front door. he knocked on it hesitantly, waiting for an answer.
when he didn’t get the answer he was hoping for he remembered the spare key under the ‘welcome’ mat. quickly, he lifted the mat and grabbed it. once he unlocked the door he walked in, calling your name.
“s-stefan..?” your soft voice was heard from your room. right away he rushed over to your room, almost falling before he opened your door to see the messy room and your body curled up on the bed.
you sat up and looked at him with tear filled eyes, your cheeks already had tear stains on them. his heart broke at the sight.
he didn’t say anything as he sat down next to you and let your body fall into his warm embrace.
“what happened?” he asked, rubbing your back soothingly. you stayed silent for a moment before taking a deep breath and answering.
“my mom and i got into an.. argument. it was more one sided.. she said that i wasn’t allowed to go see you until she said otherwise. she hasn’t come back for two days and i don’t want her getting mad at me again.” you spoke, starting to ramble before stopping yourself. your head was laying on his chest, listening to his heartbeat and breathing pattern.
“it’s okay, it’s okay. i’m here for you, always. if you e-ever need a place to go.. my door is open anytime.” he responded, keeping his hold onto you to keep you calm. your heart fluttered and you could feel yourself smile.
“thank you stefan.”
WHERE DO WE GO? ↝ stefan butler
summary ↝ based on ‘bury a friend.’ stefan has been working on his game for months, everything was getting to his head. the game was so close to breaking him completely, but not quite. he still had you. so when you spend the night with him you’re shocked to wake up at 2:28 am to see a side of him you haven’t seen before. only in your nightmares.
warnings ↝ GORE GORE GORE!!! death, self doubt, and could cause anxiety.
(it starts off from when you wake up)
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“y/n.” you heard your name from next to you, the voice sounded like it belonged to stefan but much deeper and raspy.
you woke up and rubbed you face, looking over at stefan to see him standing at the side of your bed, his eyes watching your every move. his face was emotionless. the only light in the room was from his computer screen, flashing white then red over and over again in a slow pattern.
“stefan..? are you alright?” you asked, sitting up fully and reaching out to him. he only looked down at your arm and grabbed your wrist. his grip was much tighter than anything you’re used to with him.
his eyes burned into your skin as they trailed back up to your face. his eyes meeting yours. right at that moment the room went a blood red color because of the computer screen. “what do you want from me? why don’t you run from me? what are you wondering? what do you know?” he asked, he spoke slow and his voice was still deep and raspy. the way he asked the string of questions seemed like he read from a script for the first time. no emotion was heard at all.
you could feel your heart pounding in your chest. you were sure that if you looked down you would see each beat of your heart. but you couldn’t. you were frozen, no matter how hard you tried you couldn’t move. your eyes glued to his.
“stef.. i don’t kn-know what you’re talking about-t..” you stuttered, swallowing deeply as your breathing picked up. the room went white when you spoke.
he ignored you and tightened his grip slightly on your wrist. he leaned down to come face level with you, you could feel his breath on your cheek. he was leaning closer to your ear to speak. “why aren’t you scared of me?” the room flashed red when he spoke again, but he wasn’t done. “why do you care for me?” he asked, the room felt like it was closing in on you.
“what? stef.. because i love you.. y-you know this.. but you a-are kind of scaring m-me now..” you made out between sharp breaths, room going white.
with that he pulled back harshly and made you stand with him. he grabbed the sides of your face with his hands and you swore his eyes went black. you weren’t breathing now.
“when we all fall asleep, where do we go?” he asked with a smile growing on his face. his smile continued to grow up to the sides of his face, the ends of his lips almost reaching his eyes. red room.
you weren’t breathing still. your body was shaking. the pressure in your lungs growing, the desire to breath becoming too much. after what seemed like hours of looking at his growing smile and deep black eyes, you felt your own eyes roll to the back of your head. your body went limp and fell to the bed. you experienced death.
when you fell back you somehow still expected a soft feeling of the mattress. but all you felt was something hard and damp, when you moved you felt sharp pokes cover your body. you gasped for air and sat up. you breathed hard and looked around, seeing the same color of brown surround you. it was dirt. when you moved you still felt the pokes, when you looked down you saw glass shards. you looked up and saw stefan with a shovel looking down at you. he looked like his younger self, around 15. when you first met.
“i never liked you y/n. i just got stuck with you because my dad was friends with yours. i tried to stand you. but i couldn’t. i’d say i’m sorry. but i’m truly not.” he spoke, venom laced in his tone. with that he took some dirt in the shovel and threw it on you. the dirt he threw down had even more shards in it.
you went to scream but couldn’t, you gasped and opened your mouth, sliding your fingers in and feeling for your tounge. it was gone, a few staples were on the end. this was straight out of a nightmare.
you could feel you heartbeat pick up again, breathing became a struggle as panic grew. before you knew it, a bigger glass shard hit your eye. it went through your skull and killed you instantly. you experienced death again.
if you were dead again, why were you still in pain?
your eyes opened again and you felt a pain in your head. you gasped and looked around, you were at a park. sitting on the bench. when you rubbed your face you heard a laugh next to you. it was all too familiar.
you looked next to you and saw stefan, laughing with his hand over his mouth and eyes shut.
you furrowed your eyebrows, you body still shaking from everything.
“you love me? ha! pathetic.” he chuckled, eyes opening and meeting yours. they were his emerald ones again.
it clicked for you. this was where you told him you loved him for the first time. you were 17 and he was 18.
“what is going on?” you managed to ask, trying to move but you felt pain rush over your body.
“don’t you remember you idiot? you just said you love me! you really thought i felt the same way? why would i love you? why would anyone love you?” he laughed louder, his hand on his stomach and his head thrown back.
this can’t be happening, it felt like your heart was being ripped out of your chest and stepped on. this felt like a long string of nightmares. and this was the worst of them all. you couldn’t run, you had to deal with this.
he then stopped out of nowhere and looked at you in your eyes once more. this time his eyes were black again. the veins in his face were visible and black. he looked demonic.
“when we all fall asleep, where do we go?” he asked in that horrifying voice again. and just like that, he reached into his hoodie pocket and pulled out a knife. stabbing you in the heart.
and for a third time, you experienced death.
and this time, you didn’t feel anything.
you didn’t feel stefan shaking you, trying to wake you up.
you didn’t feel his hot tears land on your face.
you didn’t hear the screams, the pleads, the sobs for you.
not even the constant “i love you! i need you! you’re the only thing keeping me sane!” over and over again.
it seems like you died in your sleep, painless, peacefully, and content.
but stefan knew it was so much more than that.
you were the only thing keeping him sane. keeping him himself. keeping him alive.
he knew the game won.
it was game over
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A daily occurrence
me: *sitting at home eating my supper*
fionn whitehead across the world: *giggles*
me: *Shocked, Overwhelmed, and no longer eating* bitch what jdjbeu
bitch. when i tell you i had to take a moment. ok.
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what happens when i scroll through tumblr
me when i see harry : *SCREAM* me when i see fionn : *SUPER SCREAM*