MY TURN Stefan Butler X Reader

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. ]

!!!!

If anyone wants to give my Bandersnatch choose your own adventure fic in progress a try I need feedback. What kind of choices would you like. This is not a finished copy. But let me know what you think anyway. Maybe have a romance Colin path. Let me know what y’all would like to see. 

i think.. i’m going to write... bandersnatch.. fan fics.. uh..

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

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.

requests are open!

For these people!

- colin ritman ( main )

- stefan butler ( main )

- otis milburn ( main )

- 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