Requests Are Open!

requests are open!

For these people!

- wayne mccullough ( main )

- stefan butler ( main )

- otis milburn ( main )

- colin ritman

- any asa butterfield character

- peter parker

- richie tozier

- + all the losers

- gilbert blythe

- wade watts

- anyone from stranger things

- i’ll add onto the list when i’m not half asleep

OBLIVIOUS ↝ otis milburn

requested? ↝ yeah from a lil anon!

summary / the request ↝ can you do an imagine where the reader is jealous of maeve and otis jealous over some guy the reader is hanging out?? idk i know your good at making imagines,, pls do more otis content thanks!

thanks you for the request and kind words! i’ve been thinking about doing something like this for a while! hope you like it.

warnings ↝ fem!reader, cussing, and implied sexual content (again, not with otis smh)

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you were listing to music as the teacher was speaking to the class. you could care less about what was going on since she was a shit teacher and already had it out for you.

you just about jumped out of your seat when you felt someone lightly tapped your shoulder, when you looked over to meet the face of the person that almost scared you to death you saw otis.

“hey, sorry. what’s up?” you spoke, pausing your music and putting your full attention on him. your eyes met his beautiful blue ones and you tried not to get distracted.

“uh— the teacher assigned partners for the project. you’re with devon..” he told you as his leg bounced lightly from under the table. you were thankful that you were partnered up with devon, but you’d rather otis.

you simply nodded and smiled his way. “thanks otis, who are you stuck with?” you questioned as you glanced around the class and saw devon talking to a girl named tabitha.

“i’m with maeve.” he replied right away. for some reason that sent a sick feeling to wash over you. him and maeve would be partners. she would be around him more than usual. he might actually make a move or she would.

you face dropped for a split second and you hoped he didn’t notice before you covered it with a convincing smile.

“oh, that’s cool. if she comes to your house try to hide all the sexual things, she might think you’re into some really odd things.” you chuckled, using humor to cover your real emotions yet again. at least it worked.

he rolled his eyes and shoved your chair back with his foot while you couldn’t hold back a laugh.

before you could say anything maeve walked up to the both of you, leaning against the desk you both were sat at. she smelled like cigarette smoke and it made your nose scrunch up in disgust for a moment before looking up at her.

“sorry to interrupt but i forgot to give you my address. you’ll need to come over for the project.” she spoke to otis, completely ignoring you. you glanced at otis and saw some blood rush to his cheeks and a shy smile form on his face. 

the feeling was back. your heart sank and you felt your face relax, you didn’t even know you were all tense with her around you and otis. without notice you grabbed a blue pen from your book bag and gripped it lightly.

swallowing the words wanting to come out you got up from your chair and moved past maeve, not caring if you shoved her a bit on ‘accident.’ 

otis was making it clear that he liked the girl, so why even bother with him when he could have her? you walked in front of devon’s desk and smiled down at him. 

he was your basic white boy with brown eyes and shaggy brown hair. you could have sworn he didn’t sleep for days at a time.

“hey, i was told we had been partnered up for the project. you can come over to mine around five. don’t be late.” you spoke, grabbing his arm lightly and pulling up his sleeve, writing down your address in the blue pen. 

you clicked the top of the pen and looked up at devon, he was wide eyed and had a dorky smile tugging at his lips. “yeah, yeah. got it. i’ll be there.” he said, did you make him flustered? 

the bell rang shortly after and you went back over to otis and noticed maeve was gone. you grabbed you book bag and waited for otis to grab his own bag. the look on his face didn’t go unnoticed. his eyebrows were furrowed and he had his jaw clenched. he quickly changed his expression when he saw you looking at him.

“you alright? the bell has rung. i don’t want to leave you behind.” you joked lightly, watching as he put his bag on his back. he shrugged his shoulders and looked away from your eyes. 

“don’t worry about it. good luck with your project with devon, yeah?” he spoke, his voice was unsure towards the end. you didn’t have time to say anything as he walked past you. leaving you in the class room by yourself. utterly confused. 

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a week had passed and devon came over everyday after school for the project, by the third day it was just about you two hanging out since you both had finshed. you two were friends, best friends even. nothing more than that.

in the span of a week you saw otis and maeve getting closer in and out of class. they were even passing notes! where you guys in kindergarten or something?

otis would barley give you the time of day now. everytime you looked at him he was either doing something with maeve or looking down at his paper with flushed cheeks.

the feeling was back. you didn’t know what it was, but you didn’t like it at all.

devon took quick notice of this. he had also noticed your crush on otis since day one.

you felt something hit the side of your head, when you looked over you saw devon looking at you with concern written all over his face. you looked down at the paper ball he tossed at you and opened it.

‘talk to him. he’s still your best friend right? so what if you like him, he would be lucky to have you.’

his handwriting was messy yet readable. you clenched you jaw and stared writing back. looks like you were in kindergarten too with this stupid note passing stuff.

‘oh shut it dev, it’s not that sim—‘

your writing was cut short when someone grabbed the note from under your pen and laughed.

fucking adam!

“the fuck is this? note passing from the dork and the geek?” he chuckled, reading it to himself with his smirk growing.

“oh real original daddies boy! stay out of my shit!” you groaned, venom laced in your tone as you shot up out of your seat in an attempt to grab it.

he raised his arm up and shoved you down, your back hitting your chair. you looked around and saw no teacher. stupid bloke left the classroom for some unknown reason. there were eyes on you and adam, waiting to see the whole thing play out.

you glanced up at otis but he was looking at the note. he wanted to hear what it said.

quickly devon was by your side, gripping your arm lightly to help you up. you thanked him before catching otis’s expression from the corner of your eye.

he was hurt?

you didn’t care at this point.

“talk to him. he’s still your best friend right? so what if you like him, he would be lucky to have you.” adam read aloud as some of the class laughed and some stayed quiet.

he went to read more but you had enough of his shit. you took a deep breath and swung your fist, hitting him right in the nose.

he fell back and dropped the note. you went closer and kicked his side for good measure.

with a huff you grabbed your book bag and walked to the front of the class, taking a bow before leaving.

you ran into the teacher who was just now coming back, you ignored his yells directed towards you with you middle finger up at him.

your grip on your book bag strap tightened as you made it to the bathroom.

tossing your bag down on the ground you sat on the closed toilet, locking the stall door.

“fuck! fuck adam, fuck mr holmes, fuck maeve, fuck otis, fuck... fuck me!” you pretty much exploded. you hated his. the feeling you didn’t really know was kept coming up, this time it was mixed with frustration.

“at least i wasn’t on the top of the list.” a voice spoke from outside the stall. otis.

“what do you want? go pass some notes to maeve about the whole thing. i’m sure she’ll love to hear from you again.” you mummbled the last bit and rubbed your face, trying to calm down the feeling you were experiencing.

he paused for a moment and you could see his feet move closer to the stall door.

“are you.. are you jealous?” he asked. right as he said that it all clicked for you. you are jealous!

“so what if i am? i’m getting over it. just go back to maeve. i’m fine here.” you spoke, swallowing your pride as your voice cracked a bit towards the end.

“open the door y/n. i’d rather talk to you to your face rather than through a stall door.” he requested, laughing lightly in hopes to brighten the mood a bit.

you rolled your eyes and did as he asked, when you did you were met with a hug from him.

you loved his hugs. they calmed you when you needed it most.

no matter how much you wanted to shove him away you just couldn’t. you wrapped your arms around him and let your cheek rest on his chest.

“is this the part where you tell me i’m a great friend but you don’t feel the same about me?” you chuckled dryly, not letting go until he stepped back and looked down at you.

“this is the part where i tell you i feel the same way about you. those notes to maeve where about you. i may have gotten jealous over you and devon and she wouldn’t let it go.. sorry if i gave you the wrong impression..” he trailed off, you could tell that he felt bad.

in response you rolled your eyes and laughed a bit. “otis, you’re oblivious. devon and i finished the project on the third day, all we did was talk about how i felt about you. plus other things like if stars are just fireflys.” you spoke like it was a really serious, which it was of course.

“I’M the oblivious one? i’ve liked you more than a best friend for four years!” he admitted with a dramatic huff.

you were shocked, you had only come to terms with your feelings for otis two years ago.

without much thought you cupped his face and brought his lips down to yours, kissing him. his lips were soft and warm against your own, you’ve waited for this moment for a long time.

when you pulled away all you could focus on was his bright blue eyes and toothy grin.

“we don’t have to be jealous of one another anymore, that’s for sure.”

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thank you for reading! please leave your feedback and send me your requests! i love hearing from you guys and y’all make me smile so much.

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!

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!

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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.

Bandersnatch except Stefan is happy, healthy and successful BECAUSE IT’S WHAT HE DESERVES