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Phones, Movies and Popcorn//A Stuart Twombly Imagine

Anon said: Note: your ask box thing says tell me what you want. I want Stuart Twombly. But he doesn’t exist. So can I have a Twombly Imagine in which the reader takes away Stuarts phone for the day just to annoy him but it gets a bit fluffly? Idk I dont

I need more Stuart Twombly in my life


You sat back on the couch and rolled yours eyes as you listened to Yo-Yo, Nick , and Stuart argue over which was better: bottle feeding or breast feeding. 

You thought that Stuart was cute, but the more time you spent with him, the more repulsed you were by his attitude. He constantly had his head buried in his phone and only came up for air when he could prove someone wrong. It was getting on your nerves.

You were all working on the next challenge, except for Stuart, who was still on his phone. You grit your teeth and tried to ignore him.

“That’s it!” you yelled, slamming your hands on the table making poor Lyle jump and squeak with fright. “You,” you said, storming up to Stuart.

He looked at you. “Yes?”

You snatched his phone from his hands and pocketed it. 

“Hey!” he protested, snatching for the small black rectangle..

You shook your head. “Nuh-uh. You can have this back tomorrow. Now you’ll be forced to interact with us and actually do work. The horror.

He pouted, but got to work on his computer. “You promise you’ll give it back tomorrow?”

You cocked your head to the side. “I don’t know. I might actually end up liking talking to you.” You grinned and turned back to your screen.

That night, you and Neha were curled up in your dorm watching Harry Potter when you heard a knock on the door. You looked at each other, bewildered. It was half-past midnight. Who the hell was knocking at the door.

You got up, popcorn in hand, and went to the door. 

You looked through the peephole and saw Stuart standing there, looking like a Labrador puppy. 

“What?” you asked, opening the door and putting a hand on your hip. 

“Can I have my phone back?”

You smirked. “I suppose it technically is tomorrow… C'mon, it’s in my room, and I’m not gonna make you stand out here.”

He followed you in, looking around at all the posters that you and Neha had put up.

“Stuart? What are you doing here?” she asked.

“He’s here for his phone,” you answered.

She giggled. “I forgot you took it away.”

You smirked and ducked into your room, grabbing his phone from your dresser. 

“Here,” you said, thrusting it into his hands. 

“Thanks.” He turned and walked out the door.

“What, you aren’t gonna ask him to stay and watch movies with us?”

You shrugged and she groaned. “(Y/N), it’s so obvious you have a thing for him. Catch him before he leaves!”

You rolled your eyes. “But–”

She cut you off. “Go!”

You sighed and stuck your head out the door. “Stuart!” you hissed. He didn’t hear you. You groaned and ran down the hall after him. 



“Do you want to watch Harry Potter with us?”

He considered for a moment, and then nodded. “Sure.”

You grinned. “Cool, I’ll make hot cocoa.”

He smirked. “At 12:40?”

“Give me one good reason why not.”

He couldn’t think of one. “Okay, I’m in.”

The two of you walked back to the dorm and he sat down on the couch on the opposite end of Neha while you made hot cocoa.

You gave them their mugs and sat in between them and hit play on the movie.

The three of you sat munching on popcorn and slurping cocoa and yelling at the screen, shushing each other and giggling when neighbors pounded on the door and yelled at you to shut up. 

You were about halfway through The Order of the Phoenix when you felt something warm in the popcorn bowl. “What the hell?!” you cried.

Neha shushed you and Stuart looked like he was about to pee himself. 

“It was just my hand!” he wheezed. “Oh my god, your face!”

You threw popcorn at him. “Jackass,” you muttered before you settled back into the couch. You felt someone’s hand grab yours and you looked at him with raised eyebrows. He wasn’t looking at you, but you could tell he was blushing. You squeezed his hand and he looked at you in surprise. You smiled and tucked your legs under you and leaned back against his chest, turning your attention back to the screen where Mr. Weasley was being attacked by a snake.