#stefan butler/reader

[hrtsvivis]

Me if you even care

Also is the bandersnatch fandom like still alive cuz.... I need to talk to someone about it so bad🙏🙏🙏

[sharkcravingcables]

Actually going a little bit insane watching the Black Mirror spin off, Bandersnatch, so enjoy :P. While I’m using actually characters’ names this is gonna be sooo ooc, but it doesn’t matter bcuz there’s no audience for this anyways 😭😭

Mild spoilers for Bandersnatch!!!

Tried to make reader gn, but some of the tension is created by the fact that reader is afab, some references of reader being seen as a girl

Down the Hole

Tags: yandere Colin Ritman x reader, yander Stefan Butler x reader, sexism, gn reader but references towards reader being afab, inaccurate representations of the 80's 😔, only exposition rn

Part one

In the 80’s the gaming sphere was mainly populated by men, so it was nearly impossible for you to find anyone tolerable that shared your interests. If you did manage to join some sort of club, there was less talk of gaming and more disgusting and perverse questions hurled at you. Due to the unwelcoming nature of the gaming field, you simply opted to enjoy video games by yourself.

Coding and producing your own game was something nearly everybody dreamed of – I mean, who wouldn’t want to dip their toes into this new technology. Playing PAC-Man and Tetris (and whatever other Nintendo and Atari games you managed to cough up the money for) led you to craving more. Something new. And what was better than making it yourself? Sadly, not having any peers to discuss the creation process with made even the thought less appealing. Whenever you walked past the computer room on your way out of school (not like any clubs interested you in staying later than you need to, and the one that did were a lost cause) you’d see screens filled with code. It fascinated you. You couldn’t help but resent the boys that were able to assist one another in their journey. You’d never have something like that. The only helping hand you had were books from the library and random pamphlets littering your school halls.

When the days seemed perilous and your inspiration was sapped, you found yourself drawn to the infamous games of Colin Ritman. He was a genius, regularly pumping out innovative and addictive games. With each passing week you slowly left PAC-Man behind and filled your shelves with Colin's pieces of work. Soon, in your waking hours all did was work on your computer or play one of Colin's games. His recent release, Nohzdyve, particularly caught your attention. God, it almost reminded yourself of your own life at this point. You rarely ate, barely slept, and hell—you haven't even taken a step outside of your house in a month. Or-? Has it been a month? More? Less? You were falling. Falling down an infinite expanse of nothing. Completing meaningless tasks that never lead you to a fucking end.

You had to go outside. You weren't going to let a stupid dream project be the death of you. You raced to grab a hoodie that didn’t smell horrendous—when was the last time you did your laundry?? Your feet moved almost too quick beneath you, like if you didn’t make it out the door fast enough you’d be stuck in that’s fucking house forever.

A cool breeze hit your face as you crashed through your front door. It stopped you in your tracks. When’s the last time you breathed fresh air? God, it was wonderful. You continued forward at a leisurely pace, too caught up in your own thoughts to remember locking your door. Not like you knew where your keys were anyways.

Birds sang around you, the sun peeked out of fluffy clouds in a sea of blue, the grass was crisp and green- wait- since when was it summer? Has it really been that long?

Your string of panicked thoughts were cut short when a vibrant poster had caught your eye. Looking around you realized you’d managed to walk all the way downtown, advertisements for job openings and upcoming events plastered on every empty space available. But that poster, two words in specific silenced your brain—Colin Ritman.

It was a competition for aspiring game develops and designers, and in big bold letters it read: “COULD YOU BE THE NEXT BIG HIT WITH YOUR NAME NEXT TO THE COLIN RITMAN?”

It wasn’t even that interesting, not that great of a design. Shit, Tuckersoft wasn’t even that popular of a company. It was small and slowly building its reputation. Hell, you bet you’re the only person all day to even give the poster a glance. Your eyes traced over the details at the bottom in small text, thankfully you didn’t need a complete game—just an idea and see if it sticks. Could you be the next hit? I mean, Colin only has a niche following, you have a chance, right?

Your teeth tugged at your bottom lip as you tore the poster off the brick wall and turned to make your way back home, tucking the paper into you hoodie pocket. How were you gonna have a chance if other people were interested? Plus, you need the info any way and don’t have that great of a memory. What’s one less ad gonna do?

Your nose scrunched as you got a whiff of yourself after a particularly strong breeze, you have some cleaning up to do before you even think about leaving the house again.

Ahhhh!!! How the fuck do you write exposition??? And omg, my first series ever??? I’m so fucking scared??? Sorry there’s no yandere yet :( trying to get something out to hold me accountable and keep my writing! Stayed tuned for more parts :333

[leoritman]

i’ve been wrinting stuff these days yk

[clownstillwritesfanfic]

Just For You - Stefan Butler X GN! Reader

Summary: Stefan knows someone is controlling him. He’s still not sure what ‘Netflix’ is or how exactly they’re controlling him, but even with all the craziness, he’s been making good progress with Bandersnatch and it’s all thanks to them. That’s why he doesn’t fight back when they help him relax.

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 3,046

Warnings: masturbation, edging, gaslighting (sorta), dirty talk, little bit of an unhealthy attachment on Stefan’s side

Disclaimer: Since Netflix decided to get rid of Bandersnatch…I wrote something that has been on my mind for a while. I’m gonna mourn tf outta this episode because it was so unique and fun. I played it for hours and never got bored. Finding all the choices and endings was so much fun and I’m going to miss it as it becomes lost media :( This takes place in the timeline where Stefan knows about Netflix and it’s after his fight with Dr Haynes. As always, this fic is plus size, trans, and poc reader friendly. If I’ve made a mistake please feel free to let me know!

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Stefan is typing away at his computer, trying to finish the code for his game.

He locked himself in his room hours ago. Not like his dad was going to come in anyway. He was proper mad at him on account of what he did a few hours ago.

After learning about Netflix and that his decisions were being controlled by someone, he let his new friend take control and do whatever they want. He’s been making good progress with the code thanks to them so maybe it wasn’t such a bad thing.

Keep Working | Take A Break

He sighed as he saved his work and sat back. He stretched his arms up over his head and curled his back, groaning at the feeling of his tense muscles loosening. He ran his hands down his face as he brought his arms back down and he clenched and unclenched his fingers to stretch them out as well.

“Thanks.” He said out loud, knowing you heard him. He was grateful that you had some mercy on him. While he thought some of the decisions you made were questionable, after talking to you properly he realized you weren’t as in control as you said you were.

His screen glitched before going black and a white symbol of a thumbs up appeared on his screen. He smiled softly as he crossed his arms and thought back to what happened after visiting Dr. Haynes.

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Stefan was laughing hysterically as his dad dragged him out of the building and towards his car. People watched, silently judging.

Peter threw his son in the back seats of the car, not trusting him to stay upfront. Stefan laid on his back, catching his breath from his fit of laughter as he stared at the ceiling of the car with a big grin on his face.

“Was that entertaining?” He breathed out, talking to his new friend even though he knew they probably couldn’t have answered without his computer.

“You made a fucking fool of yourself is what you did.” His dad replied angrily as he put his seatbelt on. “Honestly, Stefan. You better hope she allows you to see her again otherwise I’m going to have to find another psychiatrist for you and hope that word hasn’t gotten to them that you’ve become violent due to your imaginary friend!”

Stefan wasn’t listening to him for most of that but he heard the ending.

“They’re not imaginary.” He whispered, still smiling at the ceiling knowing you’re watching him. Making friends was hard for him, he didn’t really have any he could call a mate. But maybe you could be the first.

When he got home he rushed back upstairs to his room, ignoring his dad’s shouting. He locked the door behind him and quickly walked over to his computer and turned it on pulling up his chair and sitting down. He shifted nervously and licked his lips, his eyes wide, hoping this would work.

“Hello. Are you there?” He asked.

A few seconds of silence went by with no change.

“Hello? Oh come on. Please talk to me. I did all that for you! Well, you made me do it but it’s ok. I actually enjoyed it.” He let out a nervous laugh.

Ignore Him | Talk To Him

The screen glitched again to a black screen. Stefan perked up and leaned in closer, ready to see what you had to say.

“Hello.” The word typed out on the screen.

“Hi.” He said nervously, like a shy child being introduced to someone new.

“So uh…you wanted something more entertaining?” He played with his fingers.

“I didn’t have a choice.” The words spelled out.

“What do you mean? Are you being controlled too?” He looked concerned.

“No. At least I don’t think I am. How meta would that be?”

“Well what did you mean by not having a choice?”

“I was only given two options. Both would have given me the same outcome of you attacking Dr. Haynes.”

“I see.” Stefan thought. “But…you liked it…right?”

“I did. I never really liked her anyway. She never believed you.”

He smiled “Heh…yeah.”

“You called me your friend.” The screen read.

“Oh…uh…yeah. I did.” He blushed slightly out of embarrassment. “Is that alright? I mean I haven’t had many friends and knowing you’ve been with me for a while…it’s just…I don’t know.” He trailed off, feeling stupid.

“I don’t mind. I would like to be your friend. :)”

“Oh good…yeah.” He smiled, relieved. “Um…do you mind if I ask you some questions?”

“I will do my best to answer.”

“Cool. Uh…first…have you, always…been watching me? Like when I was a kid?”

“No. I first saw you the morning of your pitch for your game. I helped you choose your cereal.”

“Really?” He let out a breathy laugh. “Even mundane things like that? That’s kind of boring. So, you’ve been with me since then?”

“Yes. But not every minute. I see you in random points of time. Like when you watch a show and they cut to a new scene. For you, hours or days could have passed but for me it has only been a few seconds.”

“So…I’m like…in a tv show right now? To you I’m a fictional character?” He swallowed, trying to understand.

“Yes. I know it is hard to understand. I would feel the same if the roles were reversed. You are played by an actor for me. But I do believe you are real.”

“I don’t understand. If I’m a character on a show for you…how could I also be real? Wouldn’t that make all of this fake?” He shifted.

“Not necessarily. In my realm of reality, yes. But in yours, no. Remember what Colin said about different timelines?”

“No?” Stefan looked confused. He didn’t remember that.

“Oh…right. That was a different pathway.”

“What? Different…you’re confusing.”

“It was like a game over try again sort of situation. Something…happened and it didn’t end well so I was given the choice to go back and pick the other option which led us here right now. It never happened for you in this timeline but there is one out there where I made the wrong choices.”

“What happened?” He felt nervous. What did they do?

“That is not important anymore. The point is, I have my own reality and you have yours. To you, my reality is fake and you’re the only one that believes it’s real. And to me, your reality is fake but I’m the only one that believes it’s real. I know it’s real. I know you are real.”

“This is…such a…” He tried to find a word.

“Mindfuck?” The screen displayed.

“Yeah.” Stefan laughed at the new word. “Yeah that.”

“Enough about that. Do you want to know anything more…lighter?”

“Uh yeah. How old are you?”

A number was displayed on the screen.

“Oh cool. I’m nineteen.”

“You’re technically older than me lol :)”

“I guess I am yeah. If you’re from the future. What does L O L mean?”

“Laugh Out Loud. Just another way to say something is funny. Abbreviations in messaging become more popular in the 90’s.”

“Cool. Uh…are you a boy or a girl?”

“Does that matter?”

“No. It doesn’t. Just curious. Oh!” He hits himself on the head. “How rude of me. I haven’t even asked what your name is.”

“No worries. It’s Y/N.”

“That’s a nice name.”

“Thank you.”

He smiled. “Is there anything important I should know about the future?”

“Don’t go to New York in 2001.”

He furrowed his eyebrows. “Bit weird. What happens?”

“I shouldn’t spoil anything. But it leads to us not being able to bring bottle of water onto a plane.”

“Wow…ok.” He leans back.

You both talked for a good while, talking about where you were from, how the gaming industry advances through the years, you even tried to describe what you look like, which Stefan complimented, until you encouraged him to get back to working on his game.

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And now here you both were after you made him take a break.

“What should I do now?” He asked. It was late at night. The sun had gone down a few hours ago. He looked at the clock and saw it was now midnight.

Eat | Relax

He felt the urge to get up and grab some food. His stomach rumbled.

“Hmm…yeah I guess I should.” He stood up, stretching once again. His shirt pulling up slightly showing off his belly button and the small trail of hair that lead down into his trousers.

He unlocked his door and slowly opened it, listening for any sign of his dad. He really didn’t want to talk to him right now.

He crept down the stairs and walked over to the kitchen. He opened the fridge and looked at his options. There was leftover Chinese take away from last night’s dinner. He looked at the counter and saw the loaf of bread. He knew there was a can of beans in the pantry too.

Leftover Chinese | Beans On Toast

He looked back in the fridge and grabbed the leftovers and popped it in the microwave.

He took his now heated meal back upstairs to his room and sat in front of his computer once again. He didn’t want to miss any opportunity to talk to you.

He took a bite of his food and sighed. “Good choice.” He mumbled around the food in his mouth. Having you around made things a little easier when it came to things like this. Giving up control and letting someone make the decision for him felt freeing.

“I couldn’t stand the thought of seeing you eat beans on toast.” The text teased.

“Oi! Beans on toast is a classic. It’s delicious.” He playfully defended.

“It was a meal created during the war when rations were low. No other country regularly eats war time food.”

“It stuck around because it’s good. If you hadn’t already made me heat this up, I’d go down there right now and make some just to spite you.” He shoved a chip in his mouth. It wasn’t as good as it was when fresh. A little soggy and lost its crunch but still tasted good.

“Hold on…is that fries? Why do you have fries in your Chinese food?”

“It’s chips.” He remarked. “Chinese food always has chips in it. They’re delicious.”

“Wtf.”

“What does that mean?”

“What the fuck. Chinese food does NOT have chips in it where I’m from. We wouldn’t even think of doing that. Why are you Brits so obsessed with chips?”

“Because they’re GOOD.” He defended.

“Whatever. Shut up and eat your food.”

He held up two fingers resembling a peace sign towards the screen.

“I know what that means, jackass.” The text disappeared to show an image of a middle finger being held up causing Stefan to chuckle.

Ten minutes later, Stefan has finished his food, the takeaway box and fork left on his desk for him to deal with later.

“Now what?” He asked.

Keep Working | Relax

Stefan looked over to his bed and saw how inviting it looked. He stood up and made sure to turn his computer monitor slightly so he would be able to see the screen from his bed. He climbed into bed and sat with his back against the headboard.

Read a book | Really Relax

Stefan could feel something change in him. He felt his cock jump in his pants and he looked down at it in nervous shock.

“Um…what did you do?” He called out.

“Why? What’s happening?” The text on the screen asked.

“Uh…n-nothing!” He could feel his face heat up as blood rushed further down too. His cock was slowly growing more and more hard. He grabbed his blanket and pulled it over his lap to try and hide it, not knowing if you could see it or not.

“I just chose “Really Relax”. I wasn’t sure what exactly that meant. Are you alright?”

“Mhm” Stefan nodded as he placed his hands over his lap and pressed down, hoping that would help somehow. But all that did was increase the friction on his steadily growing dick, making him let out a groan.

“Are you…hard?” The screen asked.

Yes | No

Stefan could feel himself wanting to tell the truth but he fought against it. “N-no.”

“You’re such a liar.”

“You wanted this?!” He gasped.

“No. I didn’t know what was going to happen. But I’m not mad about it.”

“You’re not?” His cock was fully hard now and aching to be touched. He couldn’t stop himself from slightly thrusting his hips.

“Nope. I actually find it quite hot.”

“Y-you do?” He breathed heavily. He’s never done anything sexual with anyone. He was a complete virgin and he felt embarrassed that this was happening but knowing that you found the situation hot…it made him feel better.

“If you really don’t want to do it. You have the power to fight it off. You’ve done it before.”

Keep Going | Stop | Let Him Decide

Stefan had a feeling of complete control over his next move. He wished you made the choice for him because he felt so embarrassed knowing what he wanted to do. But he also felt relief and joy knowing you weren’t going to force him to do something he possibly didn’t want to do, even if you rarely were given that option.

“I…I want to keep going.” He whispered.

There was a few seconds of silence as he stared at the screen nervously. He hoped he hadn’t made you uncomfortable.

“Ok.” The screen displayed.

He let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. “Are you…are you going to stay?”

“Do you want me to?”

“Yes.”

“Then yes. If they let me.”

Stefan breathed heavily as he moved the blanket off his lap, his dick clearly outlined in his jeans. He moaned as he slowly palmed himself over his clothes. He was so sensitive.

He undid the button on his jeans and pulled down the zipper before pulling his trousers off and throwing them somewhere in the room. He gripped himself through his boxers and groaned as he massaged his aching cock.

“Take it off.” He almost missed the new text on his computer. He whined and pulled his boxers off and threw them with his jeans. His cock now stood straight out and the slight coolness of the room made his already sensitive dick throb and spit out a little bit of precum.

“C-can you see it?” He panted as he gripped the base of it. God he wished they could.

“No. This is considered like borderline porn on my end so they can’t show it. All I see is your chest and up.”

“Fuck.” He doesn’t know why he wants you to see him so bad but he’s finding this whole situation hot.

He slowly started to move his hand up and down his cock, pleasure shooting through him. He wasn’t sure how long he would be able to last knowing someone was watching him.

Lick | Spit

Stefan felt himself lift his hand to his mouth and spit in it before resuming his actions. The spit made it easier for him to move his hand and it felt so much better, and knowing you’re the one that made him do it made it feel intimate.

“Fuuuck.” He closed his eyes and leaned his head back. He tried to imagine what you looked like based off your description from earlier. The mental image of you sucking on his cock makes him let out a moan.

“What are you thinking about?” The text on the screen went unnoticed for a while until Stefan slightly opened his eyes and noticed it changed.

“Oh…uh…hmm” He never stopped his hand as he tried to speak. He sped up his hand as he got lost in the pleasure. His eyes rolled back and he dropped his head back. His free hand gripping the blanket.

“I uh…I was trying to imagine you. What you look…like.” He breathed out. “I know you can’t…fully see what I’m doing. But are you enjoying it?”

“Yes. Very much. It’s insanely hot.”

He whimpered at that.

“Are you…touching yourself too?” He felt embarrassed asking.

A few seconds of silence went by as he stared at his computer, not slowing down as he waited for a response.

“Yes.” He got his response.

“Fuuuck!” He threw his head back. “Shit. Oh my god. I’m gonna c-cum soon.”

Stop | Cum

Stefan’s eyes flew open as he suddenly let go of his throbbing cock, his release fading away.

“Nooo.” He whined. “What did you do that for?”

“Couldn’t let this end so soon.” Was the pixelated reply.

“Fuck come on. That’s so unfair.”

“Shut up and be a good boy.”

He let out a shuddered breath as his dick jumped in interest at the words.

“Go slow.”

He wrapped his hand around himself again, starting up a slow pace. He could feel his climax slowly rising again. This was such an odd situation but he couldn’t deny how much pleasure he was getting from it.

After ten minutes of pure torture, being guided on how fast or slow to move, Stefan couldn’t take it anymore.

“God, please…please! Please just let me cum already. I can’t take it anymore.” He pleaded. Sweat was beading on his forehead as his hand was moving quickly over his cock. The slick noise melded together with his deep breathing and moans.

“Go ahead.”

With the electronic confirmation, he felt like his cock had erupted. Cum covered his hand and added to the slick sounds as he slowed down, riding out his high. He was having a hard time staying quiet as his body shook, barely able to contain the pleasure.

“That was….intense.” He gasped after regaining his breath.

“But good?” The computer asked.

“Very. Yeah…amazing. Heh.” He breathed and leaned his head back.

Continue Working | Sleep

Stefan could feel himself slowly close his eyes. Exhaustion from the day taking over him.

“Goodnight, Stefan…”

[thegettingbyp2]

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

Austin Butler (and his characters)

Elvis Presley

Jess Mariano

Stefan Salvatore

Johnny Knoxville

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

[horrorslvt]

𖹭 ── Bandersnatch.

Stefan Butler.

Nothing yet.

Colin Ritman.

Nothing yet.

[chaand-sitara]

Hey!

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

XOXO,

Avani

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

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

Here is the link!

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

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

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

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

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

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

"But why-"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You think?" Alfred asked

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

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

"The stories are sad."

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

[archiving-my-thoughts]

How Bandersnatch Gives You the Illusion of Power

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sources:

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

[ladyhelona]

Request Rules!!

Do not ask for smut regarding any minor characters. I am 21, and absolutely do not tolerate it, and will not age up characters either (it feels weird to me). I will specifically mention what characters I will not write smut for. Any other character is acceptable.

Barring any minor characters, I am comfortable writing smut, but also will write angst and fluff! Just ask!

I only write for female/non binary readers. As a bi woman, I am only comfortable writing straight or wlw. I will not write mlm. It’s not my place, and also, I have no clue.

-> Fandoms I write for:

Black Butler (main)

Sebastian Michaelis

Ciel Phantomhive (no smut).

Undertaker

Grelle Sutcliffe (she is a trans woman, I am not debating with homophobes)

William T. Spears

Ronald Knox

Claude Faustus

Alois Trancy (no smut).

Elizabeth Midford (no smut).

Vampire Diaries/The Originals

Stefan Salvatore

Damon Salvatore

Elena Gilbert

Bonnie Bennett

Caroline Forbes

Klaus Mikaelson

Elijah Mikaelson

Rebekah Mikaelson

Kol Mikaelson

Kai Parker

There’s so many characters in vampire diaries, so if I didn’t mention one you want a request about, just ask!

These are all my fandoms for now! Interests may change, but these are the two I most enjoy and will write about.

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Will Poulter Imagine - Broken Locks

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

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

Pairings: Will Poulter x reader

Word Count: 2,159

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You grimaced and quickly ducked back behind the curtain. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You were crying.

He felt his chest go heavy when he realised. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“DON’T GO CHASING WATERFALLS!” 

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

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

However, the roles were reversed for once. 

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

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

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

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

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

Fionn Whitehead had visited last night. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Will?” You muttered through the kiss. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You wrapped your arms around him and kissed him sweetly.