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onthepageoftears · 5 years

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Now or Never (Maeve Wiley x Reader) // Sex Education

A/N: back to my roots with sex education imagines! Season two was a gift but im selfish and want season three already okay enjoyyyy

Also feel free to send me more sex education or witcher requests, i’m on a high of writing right now! :D

Request: @sunshineminmins Can you do a maeve x female reader where they are planning to have their first time together and all day Maeve was excited and ready with her girlfriend but y/n was keeping a dark secret from her cause she was terrified? Maybe a angst, a bit of smut, and adorable fluff? And like maybe y/n has like ptsd and maybe she was harassed when she was young? But still remembers it all some how and hasn't told a soul? And maeve comforts her and wants to beat the persons ass lmao all fluff

Warnings: mentions of sex, sexual assault/r*pe (not in detail); ptsd/triggers, crying, language, fluff/angst

Words: 1,054

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That day, the sun was shining especially bright with almost no clouds in sight. The sky was blue, as expected, and there was a perfect breeze that passed by and made a smile lift to your face. And that day, you and Maeve were going to have sex.

Maeve wasn’t one to plan out a day for sex. She seemed like the type to just jump on her significant other and fuck them on the spot, to put it lightly. But Maeve knew that you were a virgin, and she wanted to make sure you were as comfortable as you could be.

Except, you weren’t a virgin.

It wasn’t something you wanted to yell out to the world: that you were sexually assaulted when you were just 13 years old. And you would’ve told Maeve — in fact, you almost did, but changed your mind as soon as the thought came up. It was just a weird thing to bring up in conversation, and it wasn’t even that big of a deal. It was over now, in the past, and all you wanted to focus on was the future.

So, lying to Maeve was easier than telling her the truth. You’ve never lied to her about anything else; well, except for when you told her you loved the stuffed bear she won for you at the fair. But relatively speaking, lies weren’t your thing. It was just this one significantly big lie that you were hiding under your belt. But it wasn’t so much of a lie as it was a secret.

Still, you tried not to think about it.

“It’s so nice out.” You turned to Maeve, who leaned against the school roof’s railing next to you. She let out the smoke from her cigarette and kept eye contact. It made your stomach flip.

She smirked. “You’re nicer.”

“Clever.”

“Thanks.”

You two shared a look, one that said ‘I can’t wait for later’. Except, to be honest, you could. But you didn’t want to admit that — to her or to yourself.

—

And so the night had come. It was colder now as you and Maeve walked through the lines of trailers, peeking into windows to see what her neighbors were up to. You both stopped being nosy when you saw someone watching porn, to which the two of you screeched and ran hand in hand to Maeve’s trailer.

By the time you got inside, something shifted in you. You wanted to be with Maeve, but your nerves had been building up all day and felt like they were about to explode. You didn’t understand — you were so excited to be with her, to really be with her, but something was holding you back. You didn’t want it to be the secret you kept, but the intuitive part of yourself knew it was just that — and if you didn’t do something about it soon, it would eat you alive.

As soon as Maeve closed the door, she cleared the space between you two and rested her hands on your hips. Her lips enveloped your own, drowning you in a deep sea of her love. The way she kissed you made you feel like you were as light as a feather, but still grounded; the more intense the kiss got, the more you felt like you were floating away — floating from the ground, from your body, from her. And as she started to slide her hands under your shirt, unknowingly trailing paths of fire where her fingers touched, you felt the air around you still like the world stopped while you kept moving. You pulled away.

“Everything okay?” She frowned from her concern, her lips parting from the lingering question. You nodded, then changed your mind and shook your head. It was now or never.

“I need to tell you something.”

Maeve nodded, encouraging you to continue. You didn’t know if you wanted to. Still, you swallowed the lump in your throat — or, tried to.

“I’m not a virgin.” You gulped. The silence around you was too loud — you wanted to fill it, but not with the words you were about to say.

You sighed and continued. “I’m not a virgin, but I didn’t have…sex. I was—” Your throat closed; you had never spoken the word before, not in the context of your experience. Rape, rape, rape. The word sliced your tongue as it begged to come out. You winced at the pain that was always shoved in the back of your mind until now.

Maeve gripped your hand tighter, almost bringing you back to reality. “Hey, it’s okay. You don’t have to—“

“No.” You clenched your jaw and met your girlfriend’s eyes. She knew that look — it was your look of determination, the look that she nor anyone else could get in the way of. She let you finish.

“I was thirteen. It happened before I moved here.” You licked your lips and turned away from Maeve’s concerned eyes, letting your shoulders fall. “I didn’t tell you because…well, it’s not a big deal—“

“Y/N. It is.” She took your hand and led you to the couch where the two of you sat down. “You’re okay now.” She said, and you must’ve been crying because she wiped her hands across your damp face.

You both sat there for a minute, with Maeve running her hand through your hair and you crying what was left of your tears. In this moment, you realized a trauma like this was not something you would get over easily, no matter how many times you told yourself you could.

You wiped another tear that fell from your eye and turned to Maeve. “I’m sorry. For not telling you.”

“Don’t be.” Maeve took your hand and kissed gently along your knuckles. You sent her a sad smile, then frowned. You took a deep breath. “I don’t think I’m ready.”

You surprised yourself with your words, but Maeve didn’t look surprised at all. She nodded. “How about we watch a movie?”

Your heart did a cartwheel. This girl was probably your favorite person in the whole world. As her eyes searched your face for a response, you screamed inside your head: I love you I love you I love you!

But on the outside, you just smiled. “I’ll make the popcorn.”

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ficnation · 4 years

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lost-inyourwords · 5 years

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bad ideas can have good endings (Maeve Wiley x F!Reader)

Request: “Hey! if you are still taking requests could i please have a maeve x female reader where maeve gets outed by Otis when he’s drunk and tells everyone that she likes R? maybe angst with some fluff? Thank you!!!!!!!” @onehellagaykid

Warnings: minor angst, underage drinking, minor retching/vomit mentions

Word count: 1849

A/N: thank you so much for your request! I had such a blast writing this and I hope it’s everything you imagined :) feedback is mega appreciated and requests, as always, are open!

This party was a bad idea. Maeve knew it, Ola knew it, Otis had yet to figure it out and Eric was too busy inviting people to stop and think about it. As [Y/N] put on her outfit for the night, she was looking forward to the carnage that a party brings but there was dread in the back of her mind. What if she got too drunk and accidentally told an Untouchable to shove their million-pound attitude up their ass? What if she blacked out and ended up missing school? Who has a party on a Thursday anyway? Pushing her apprehensions to the back of her mind, she fastened her necklace; a simple silver chain with a small bee-shaped pendant.

“Where are you off to then?” Erin drawled once again. Maeve could swear she felt the headache arrive moment by moment, “Nowhere,” came the quick reply. The faster she got out of the caravan, the less questions she’d get. Erin, ever the supportive mum, scoffed dramatically. “Fine, don’t tell me. Is there at least a boy involved?” she pleaded. Fine, Maeve would indulge her for the 20 seconds she had left of lacing up a boot. “No, there isn’t. I keep trying to tell you that boys have never - and will never - be involved,” she reprimanded. Erin did her best not to look wounded but Maeve could tell there would be no further conversation. Pulling her tote over her shoulder, she left the caravan and waved ‘bye-bye’ to Elsie though the window. Turning toward the exit of the park, she sighed. This was a bad idea. She heard Isaac trying to taunt her again but decided she didn’t want to potentially get involved in an assault case, so she simply sped up and put her mind in a different place.

Otis Milburn is not what you would describe as a “frequent drinker”. In fact, many people wouldn’t describe him as a “drinker” in the first place - not even himself. This Otis, though, would say something very different. That is, of course, if he could get the words out without burping obscenely or choking back a bit of sick. Yes, Otis Milburn - sex kid, Moordale’s very own urban legend - was drunk. Not just drunk, but positively wasted. [Y/N] wondered if he thought this was a bad idea. She found Eric among the heaving crowd overtaking the house.

“What is he doing? I’ve never seen him like this,” she said, unable to contain the concern in her tone.

“Relax! He’s fine, just enjoying himself and letting loose a little. Speaking of which, can I get you a drink? You look so wound up,” he slurred slightly.

“Yeah, alright. Just a cider or something though, I have to walk home after this,” she replied, conceding that she was a little high-strung by the stressful week behind her. Maeve had come back to school. Yes, Maeve, the one and only girl who had ever made [Y/N] think about love outside of the fairytale bubble containing a white picket fence and 3 kids whom all look too similar to truly pick a favourite. That word hadn’t even been in her vocabulary until she came to high school and met the smartest person she knows. She’d read so many great books thanks to the once pink-haired rebel. Had enjoyed so many hours of amazing music both with her and because of her. She’d been devastated last term when everything went down with Sean. She’d sounded so sad over the phone. They’d tried to keep in touch but there was only so much that they could do until the horrible drift happened. [Y/N] would actively avoid the pretzel shop at the local shopping centre because she knew that she wouldn’t be able to hold back her pity. Despite how strongly Maeve carried herself, [Y/N] knew what happened behind closed doors. The breakdowns, the empty laughs, the glazed over eyes at 2am when sleep evaded her. Besides, [Y/N] had started talking to Otis after Maeve disappeared. He’d confessed about how sorry he felt for the way things ended and all he wanted was to see her again one more time to just apologise and tell her how proud he was of her. It was sweet. Perhaps he was thinking about that right now and needed alcohol to numb the pain. Maeve had just strolled in the door, after all.

Upon stepping foot inside, Maeve recognised that this party was already a disaster. Not 30 seconds had passed before she saw multiple people drunk off their faces and at least one person puking in a bin. Charming. Eyes scanning the crowd, her gaze fell lovingly upon the makeshift bar in the kitchen, which she made a quick beeline towards. Pouring a too-strong drink, she let herself drift. She didn’t need to think tonight; maybe she’d let herself get blackout drunk for once. Losing control could be good. Feelings were too complicated anyways; especially those involving other people. Like [Y/N]. Especially [Y/N]. Maeve’s thoughts and dreams had been overtaken by visions of the girl; from daydreaming about going on cheesy dates to nights spent dreaming about… more inappropriate activities. She longed to feel [Y/N]’s hand in her own, to kiss her in the morning at school, even to watch her fall apart underneath her when she finally gives her what she begged so sweetly for. Having gotten lost in her own thoughts again, her eyes drifted towards [Y/N] and Eric, standing next to someone hunched over a bin. Again, she contemplated, charming.

Otis retched once again, the sound ripping through [Y/N]’s ears despite the blasting music flooding the house. Eric tutted softly.

“You are such a lightweight, man. How can you not even hold down a shot?” He pleaded, clearly exasperated. Rahim seemed to apparate out of thin air and dragged him away with nothing but a suggestive look that he hoped [Y/N] didn’t see. She did, but elected to ignore it. If there was anything she wanted to avoid tonight, it would be a horny and impatient Eric without his best friend by his side. Otis finally straightened up from his shameful hunch over the bin and swiftly headed back to the kitchen for a refill. Would he ever learn? She decided not to think about that and instead let her eyes scan her surroundings. So many teenagers - so many insecurities in one room. How many of them were getting completely wasted to forget about their feelings or their home life? How many were looking for a random hookup just so they could brag to their friends about losing their virginity? She silently hoped that Maeve didn’t fall into that last category.

Maeve pounded her second shot. “Fuck it,” she murmured to herself. Making her way across the room to where [Y/N] stood, a wave of confidence flowed through her. Even though she knew that was simply her blood flowing faster due to the booze, she still felt empowered. She was finally going to do it. After a year of looking away right before she got caught staring, a year of daydreaming, a year of pining, she’d finally let her true feelings be known.

Otis had poured his fifth drink for the night and set his sights for [Y/N]. He needed to apologise. He didn’t know what for, but [Y/N] had such a sad look in her eyes some days - Otis definitely knew it was somehow his fault. Swishing the plastic cup in his right hand, he contemplated what he would say before getting to her. His train of thought was interrupted when he felt the sharp-smelling liquor splash and land on his shirt. He turned rapidly, ready to throw venomous words at whatever clumsy asshole wasn’t watching their step, but his sentiments died quickly in his throat when he saw Maeve’s brown locks. She swivelled on the spot. Paused for a beat too long.

“...Oh. Hey, dickhead,” she said, straight-faced and terrifying as ever.

“Hey. Wa- watch… where you’re going, maybe?” Otis replied, bold, and suddenly really feeling that fourth shot.

“Yeah, sorry,” she brushed him off and tried to continue on her way to [Y/N].

“HEY! Don’t walk away,” he shouted, unfortunately loud enough to catch the attention of pretty much everyone downstairs.

Shit. Why was he trying to make a scene? Is this just what he’s like when he drinks? No-one should have ever let him near any alcohol in the first place. God, she could punch him right now.

“Sorry, Otis. Do you have something to say?” she spat, quickly losing her nerve.

“Yeah. Yeah, I do. I’m sorry, okay? I’m- I-” he stuttered, retching a little.

“Go on then, spit it out!” someone yelled before turning the music down. Oh great, Maeve thought. So we’re involving everyone in this then?

“I’m sorry about all the shit that went down with you and Jackson last term. I’m sorry you have to live alone and all your family left. And I’m sorry that.. that you’re in love with someone who doesn’t feel the same way. Trust me, I know the feeling, Maeve,” he finished, his eyes landing directly on [Y/N]. She backed away slowly, her eyes never leaving Maeve’s, and disappeared upstairs.

Maeve could feel tears forming in her eyes. The quicker she found [Y/N], the better.

“I hope you’re proud of yourself, Otis. Oh and by the way, I’m sorry that you can’t wank or hold a girlfriend down for longer than six months,” she uttered, before running after [Y/N].

Maeve eventually found [Y/N] in the bathroom after very unfortunately stumbling upon Eric and Rahim’s… activities in Otis’ bedroom. She’d never closed a door so fast in her life. Sitting opposite her on the floor, [Y/N] took a deep breath.

“So… is it true?” she asked. No point beating around the bush. Either she denies it and they continue this weird song and dance or this ends happily ever after.

“Is what true?” Maeve parrotted. This wasn’t happening. [Y/N] forced out a huff.

“Fine. If that’s what you want to do, then there’s no point of me being here. I’m leaving,” she snapped. She didn’t need any more bullshit tonight. Anger flared through her as she stood and made for the door.

“Wait!” Maeve called out, reaching the door before [Y/N] and putting her weight against it. “Look, I’m sorry, alright? It is true. I… I have feelings for you. It’s really hard because I know you’d never feel the same so I’m sorry that he embarrassed you like that, I’m gonna go kick his arse-” she rambled before being cut off by [Y/N]’s lips on her own.

“Shut up,” she mumbled against them. “I like you too, alright? Have for a while. Been thinking about doing this for a while, too,” she confirmed.

“Me too,” Maeve said, pulling away slightly. “Can I kiss you again?” she asked softly. Turning them around so that [Y/N] was backing her up against the wall, she replied, “Of course”.

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imaginedisish · 6 years

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You Only Live Once (Otis Milburn x Reader) (Sex Education)

A/N: AHHHHH HEY GUYS!!! Sorry for the long wait :( Babysitting, dance, friends...its kinda hard to live a life and write 2,000+ words a day lol. But I wouldn’t have it any other way. So this is based on a request I got from an anon and I really love this one. It’s pure fluff!!! (don’t worry...smut is coming soon. Stefan x Reader (Bandersnatch) and then maybe some Adam x Eric stuff...) Anyway, the title is based on a The Strokes song of the same name. I really love that song, and I think it goes great with this imagine, as well as Sex Education as a show. ANYWAY, ENJOY!

Summary: You’re in love with Otis, but you don’t know how to tell him. So, you concoct a plan to do so through the sex clinic with some help from Maeve.

Warnings: Some language, fluff!

Word Count: dear god 2,366

“You do understand that this is most likely the stupidest idea you’ve had yet, right?” Maeve says, cocking a brow in your direction.

You shake your head in disagreement. “This is all I’ve got Maeve. I don’t know what else I’m supposed to do.”

“I have an idea!” Maeve sarcastically shouts with fake excitement. “You can tell the bloke how you really feel, to his face.” She takes a long drag from the cigarette in her right hand as she tucks her pink hair behind her ears with her left.

“I’m convinced that if I tell him how I feel, it’ll all just blow over,” You explain, attempting to justify the unconventional aspect of your actions. “And since it’ll just blow over, I don’t want him to know how I feel. That’s why the whole ‘bathroom sex advice’ thing is perfect.”

Maeve takes another long drag from her cigarette, staring into your soul, a judgmental look plastered across her face. “Love doesn’t blow over, (Y/N). That person stays imprinted in your brain for all of eternity. You need to tell him how you feel. After all, you only live once, and you don’t want to live with regrets.”

You laugh awkwardly as your right hand comes up to scratch the back of your neck. “Who said I was in love, Maeve?” You laugh some more, trying to brush off her incredibly accurate assessment of the situation.

“I know that you’ve been pushing Otis away because you’re in love with him,” Maeve says matter of factly as she casually crosses her right leg over her left, leaning against the concrete wall behind her. “And you think that by telling him, or,” She puts quotes around her words this time, “‘telling him’, it’ll all go away.”

You’re speechless. How could she possibly know that? You think to yourself. It was almost as if she had been researching your inner most thoughts. You had been distancing yourself from Otis over the past few months. You were so scared that he would figure out your feelings for him, so you put up a brick wall between you and him.

“H-how did you-,”

Maeve cuts you off. “We’ve been friends for years, and so have you and Otis. It’s obvious to me, but the boy is completely oblivious.” She flashes a smirk in your direction, and you can’t help but laugh.

For a sex therapist, he is pretty oblivious to what’s actually going on around him, You think to yourself.

After one more drag from her cigarette, Maeve drops the bud to the ground, crushing it with her black Doc Martins. She then extends a hand out towards you.

“17 Pounds, girlie,” She says, curling her fingers towards herself rapidly, waiting for you to put the money in her palm.

“Maeve, really?” You ask, looking at her in disbelief. “We’ve been friends since, well, forever! You’re really going to make me pay?”

Maeve pushes her hand closer to you. “Yes, really. You want this not only to be realistic and to stay a secret, right? You don’t want Otis to question why he didn’t get his cut for the session, don’t you?”

You scoff in response, reluctantly swinging your backpack to your front so you can search for your wallet. After a few seconds of riffling through your bag, you find your wallet. You pull out the money, hesitating slightly before placing it into Maeve’s hand.

She clasps her hand around the money, quickly shoving the cash in her pocket. “He’ll meet you in the old bathroom at one o’clock, got it?” Before you could protest, Maeve turns her back to you and begins to walk away.

“But I have class then, that’s seventh period! Otis has class too!” You shout to her. “And isn’t there asbestos in that bathroom?”

“Tough shit!” Maeve remarks, not even bothering to turn back around towards you. “This all sounds like a you problem. I’m just the middle man.” She continues walking off into the distance. She then turns a corner, leaving your line of sight.

The rest of the day seems so slow as you wait desperately for one o’clock to come around. You see Otis every now and again throughout the day, and each time you try your hardest to avoid him. Your heart flutters in your chest, simply at the sight of him.

Oh God, I’m really, really screwed, You think to yourself.

You sat in your biology lab, fidgety and nervous. This was it, just a few more minutes until you had to talk to Otis. Finally, you look over to the clock.

12:55 it reads as the bell for seventh period rings. You quickly pick up your things, rushing out of the classroom and towards the nearest door. You wanted to get to the bathroom before Otis did, so he would have absolutely no idea who you were. Once outside of the school, you break out into a full sprint to the bathroom.

You approach the dilapidated building, and you slowly open the door, a loud creek echoing in the air as you do so. It smells horrendous throughout the entire space, but you make your way into a stall anyway. You prop your feet up on the seat so that you're squatting on the toilet. You didn’t want Otis to see your shoes, as to not take any chances with him figuring out who you were.

Suddenly, you hear the bathroom door open.

“Hello?” A familiar voice croaks.

It was him. Otis was here. Fear fills your gut, and butterflies violently crash agains the walls of your stomach.

You let out a small cough as you try to lower your voice. “H-hello,” You whisper softly. “I-I’m in the last stall to the right.”

“Do you want to come out?” Otis asks, his voice is reassuring and calm.

“No!” You shout, terrifed.

“Oh, alright, sorry…” Otis trails off. You hear the stall door next to you open. “Listen, I’m not so good at this whole ‘Priest’ thing, you know what I mean?” You can’t help but let out a small giggle. It was a bit like going to confession.

“I-I’m sorry, I just d-don’t want you to see my face,” You stutter, occasionally choking on your words.

“No, no, I understand completely,” Otis says. “So, what seems to be the problem?”

“Well, I think I’m in love…” You pause, shaking your head. “No, I know I’m in love.” Otis collects his thoughts, waiting a second before saying anything.

“Love isn’t a problem, it’s just a challenge. I’ll be honest,” Otis pauses, taking a deep breath. “I’m in love with someone, someone I’m friends with. I care so deeply for our friendship that I feel like I’ve been pushing them away for quite some time.”

He’s in love with someone? You think to yourself, wondering who it could be. Your heart beats rapidly in your chest. Could it be me? You shake your head, realizing how impossible it would be for Otis to be in love with you. He’s probably in love with Maeve.

You knew he and Maeve were incredibly close. If he did love her, it wouldn’t be a surprise to you. She was witty, smart, hilarious, and gorgeous.

She’s everything I’ll never be, You think, tears slowly filling your eyes.

“Well the problem is…” You trail off, coughing once again in an attempt to keep your voice low. “We’re friends, and I’m worried that this is going to ruin our relationship.” Otis hums in response, taking in what you had said.

“It’s funny, I’m going through the same thing,” Otis says, laughing a bit. Your jaw drops. Was this really happening? You didn’t know what to say or do next. You anxiously bite your lower lip, realizing that you needed to tell Otis how you felt.

It was now or never. You only live once, You remind yourself, and you didn’t want to live this life with any regrets.

Just like vomit, the words all came out at once. “I’m in love with Otis Milburn!”

The bathroom went silent. It was so quiet that you could hear a microscopic pin fall to the ground. You held your breath, wanting the world to stop. Otis said nothing as a million thoughts rush through your head.

Does he know it’s me? What if he tries to come into the stall? You were panicking. It felt as though the graffiti covered walls were closing in on you. You quickly take your feet off of the toilet seat, and stand up.

You throw open the stall door, and sprint towards the exit.

“Wait!” Otis calls out from behind you. You hear his stall door creek open just as you make your way out the door of the old, grotesque building.

You don’t know what to do, so you continue to run as far as possible from the bathroom. Your heart beat intensifies as you turn a corner, and find Maeve smoking a cigarette, sitting down on a bench.

“I-I told h-him.” Your breath is labored, and you can barely get your words out. She stands up, dropping the cigarette to the ground and stepping on it lightly. She walks over to you.

“Are you alright? You look terrible.” She giggles a bit as she brings a hand to your shoulder. You nod in response. “What’d he say?”

“Nothing,” You reply. “I ran out before he could say anything.” Maeve shakes her head in disapproval, moving back over to the bench to sit down. You follow her, sitting down with her. “He said he was in love with his friend, though.”

“Well how do you know that he wasn’t talking about you?” Maeve asks, crossing her right leg over her left, leaning back slightly.

You can’t help but laugh. “Otis would never like me. We’ve been friends for, well, ever, honestly.” Maeve looks off into the distance, her eyes suddenly widening.

“Speak of the devil,” Maeve whispers, nodding her head in the direction that she was looking.

There was Otis, walking towards you and Maeve. He lifts his hand and waves to you. You wave back. After a few seconds, Otis finally reaches the bench.

“Hey (Y/N),” Otis says, sitting down next to you. “Maeve, I need to know who I just talked to. You know, the sex clinic. I just really need to know.” His words are rushed, his breathing his heavy.

“So I don’t even get a hello? It’s only work, work, work?” Maeve was clearly trying to stray Otis away from the topic.

“The girl I talked to said she’s in love with me. I think I deserve to know,” Otis says, laughing a bit. You flash an awkward smile in his direction.

“Can’t do that mate. Confidentiality agreement,” Maeve says, pulling out a new cigarette. Otis shakes his head, his fluffy brown hair flopping as he does so. His blue eyes intensify with confusion.

“Since when?” He asks, his voice cracking a tad. Maeve lights her cigarette.

“Since just now, Otis. I can’t tell you, but maybe (Y/N) can.” Maeve stands up, slipping her lighter into her skirt pocket. She takes a quick drag from her cigarette. “See you two later.” Maeve waves, and quickly walks away.

“Oh, and (Y/N)?” Maeve calls out, her back facing you as she continues to walk on. “Remember, you only live once!”

You and Otis sit in silence, watching Maeve walk away. Of course she had to leave, You think to yourself. Maeve had right, your plan was a failure from the start. It truly was the "stupidest idea” you had yet.

“So, Maeve said you know who told me they loved me?” Otis asks, his ocean eyes meeting yours. You nervously look away from him. His stare was too much for you.

“Well, yeah I guess you could say something like that…” You trail off, your right knee bouncing up and down nervously.

“Are you alright?” Otis asks calmly, resting a hand on your knee as to comfort you. Your heart pounds in your chest, and heat rises to your cheeks at the feeling of his touch.

“I-I’m fine,” You stutter, looking back up at him. “B-but about who told you they love you…” You couldn’t say it, you just couldn’t. Your heart was beating so intensely that it hurt.

“Who was it?” Otis questions, now rubbing your knee softly.

“I-It w-was,” You pause, taking a deep breath. “It was me.”

Silence fills the air as you wait for Otis to respond. His hand remains on your knee.

“Look, it’s fine if you don’t feel the same,” You say finally. “I threw this on you, when I should’ve said nothing. We can just go back to being normal fri-,”

You close your eyes shut as you suddenly feel Otis’s warm lips come crashing down on yours, cutting you off before you could say anything else. Otis’s lips move languidly on yours, and you can’t help but smile against them. This was what you wanted.

This was what you had dreamed of.

Otis pulls his lips away from yours. “I’m in love with you too, (Y/N). You could’ve just told me, you didn’t have to go through so much trouble.” Otis beams with joy as he intertwines his fingers with yours.

“I was so nervous, I thought you would never feel the same,” You say as your stomach bubbles with excitement. “I thought you loved Maeve, or someone else, but not me.”

Otis smiles widely. “How could I not be totally in love with you? No one else compares to you, (Y/N).” He says, bringing his hand up to tuck a piece of your hair behind your ear. You internally melt at the sound of his words. “In fact I thought you’d be the one to turn me down.” You shake your head in disagreement.

“I would never, ever turn you down Otis Milburn. Never.”

You only live once, You recall in your head. And as long as you were with Otis, you were okay with that.

Because you got to live once with him.

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kirascottage · 3 years

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thank you for taking the time and consideration to read! here i’ve gathered most characters i know how to write for, (mannerisms, personality, dialogue)

i want to say that i will not be writing every single request. all your ideas are probably amazing, but i might not want to write it as it may trigger me, or even just because i’m not really motivated or moved by the request.

please, please, please do not send me the same requests you’ve sent to other writers. i will definitely find out and truth be told it’s rude as fuck. authors work very hard to please as they want it to be as close to perfection as possible and they are not in the mood to be accused of stealing as i am not in the mood either.

please do not rush me and my writing. if you heckle me i will delete your request and write something else. i am a student and i cannot write 24/7. regarding nsfw content anyone is allowed to interact and request as long as i am not sexualized then i am okay with it.

i will most likely be adding more fandoms the more i write (shadow and bone, etc) when i have the time to watch them !

— fandoms i write:

— harry potter franchise

luna lovegood, james potter, sirius black, remus lupin, lily evans, regulus black, and marlene mckinnon (more tbd)

— criminal minds

spencer reid, aaron hotchner, emily prentiss, derek morgan, and luke alvez

— outerbanks

jj maybank and pope heyward

— shameless

mandy milkovich, lip gallagher and carl gallagher

— bridgerton

anthony bridgerton, benedict bridgerton and eloise bridgerton

— sex education

ruby matthews, maeve wiley and jackson marchetti

— euphoria

fezco and maddy perez (anyone else tbd)

— things i will not write:

student/professor romantic relationships, romanticism of cheating, teen pregnancy, nsfw involving children, m x m

no specified reader!!! no certain hair colour, skin, body, etc. i wanna make the reader as neutral as possible that way everyone can enjoy my fics.

i don’t write personal ships or about any of the actors

soulmate au’s

character x character

detailed self harm, eating disorders, detailed abuse, detailed mental disorders, suicide attempts, sexual assault scenes.

x male!reader (i’m not a male so i don’t feel like i could write from this perspective)

incest, rape, bestiality, obscure kinks and fetishes (ex. piss, scat, rape kinks etc), pegging, anal, age regression, non-con, cnc, dub-con, subspace, little space, daddy/mommy kink, fwb, cuckholding, polyamory, and period sex

older!remus or older!sirius in a sexual context.

— things i will write:

angst, fluff and smut

headcanons, blurbs and preferences

x platonic!reader (parental/guardian/sibling relation)

f x f & m x f

#requesting rules #criminal minds #harry potter #outer banks #shameless #navigation #bridgerton

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onewholikesthings · 4 years

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Here you will find the characters I will write for, prompts, and my rules!

Masterlist

- When submitting requests please include the pronouns you want used, gender, character, prompt numbers, era (example: Hux x Reader during The Last Jedi), the type of story you want (fluff, angst, motivational, etc), specific acts/elements you do NOT want included, and any other details you want me to add! If you don’t have a preference for any of these things let me know :)

- I will NOT be writing NSFW content for minors, people who have expressed they are uncomfortable with it, and celebrities. It is free game for any 18+ fictional character though!

- I will only write about ships in which the two people have expressed they do not mind the shipping.

- If I write something about a creator and they express afterwards that they are uncomfortable with the type of material let me know and it will be taken down immediately.

Prompts List

Fandoms & Characters:

Sex Education

Otis Milburn

Maeve Wiley

Peaky Blinders

Thomas Shelby

Celebrities (no nsfw)

Sebastian Stan

Matthew Gray Gubler

Harry Styles

Tom Hiddleston

Patrick Stump

Charlie Cox

Community

Abed Nadir

Jeff Winger

Britta Perry

Troy Barnes

Star Wars

General Hux

Kylo Ren

Poe Dameron

Obi Wan Kenobi

Streamers

BadBoyHalo

Dream

Fundy

GeorgeNotFound

Quackity

Sapnap

Technoblade

WilburSoot

JackManifoldTV

Criminal Minds

Spencer Reid

Aaron Hotchner

Emily Prentiss

Jennifer Jareau

Penelope Garcia

Derek Morgan

Luke Alvez

Harry Potter

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Harry Potter

Cedric Diggory

Hermione Granger

Luna Lovegood

Neville Longbottom

Bill Weasley

Stranger Things

Steve Harrington

Robin Buckley

Billy Hargrove

Nancy Wheeler

Johnathan Byers

Good Omens

Aziraphale

Crowley

Marvel

Loki

Thor

Captain America

Bucky Barnes

Daredevil/Matt Murdock

Doctor Who

Tenth Doctor

11th Doctor

Jack Harkness

Sherlock (BBC)

Sherlock Holmes

John Watson

Irene Adler

Supernatural

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

Castiel

Charlie Bradbury

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onthepageoftears · 5 years

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Still Get Jealous (Maeve Wiley x Reader)//Sex Education

A/N: this one was a combination of two requests but it was still pretty short rip

Request: @maevesblush Can you do an imagine where Maeve secretly likes the female reader and y/n does too but she and otis are hanging out more and y/n feels like maeve has forgotten her and she becomes distant when really maeve was talking to otis and Eric about her and one night y/n confronts maeve with all angst and shit but with a happy ending and smut or fluff? You decide :) love your imagines with maeve :)

Hey please may you write another for maeve?your last was great! Maybe something like they’re both really into eachother and flirty until one day they just get sucked into the moment and kiss. If not totally fine !

Warnings: jealousy, slight angst, fluff, and minor language

Words: 833

Please Don’t Plagiarize My Work!

Every time you thought you were getting closer to telling Maeve about your feelings, you just felt it get pushed further away.

You and Maeve had been friends for a while. When you first met her, you knew she wasn’t going away from your life anytime soon. But the closer you got to her as a friend, the less confident you were to ask her out.

So, like any self-conscious teenager, you just didn’t. You bit your tongue whenever you wanted to tell her she looked beautiful, shoved down the urge to kiss her like it was just another hunk of saliva.

And then she started hanging out with Otis.

You had nothing against the boy. He was sweet — an idiot, but sweet. And he really cared about everything he did (maybe a little too much). Part of you wanted him to be a total, complete asshole, because then you could tell Maeve you thought he was bad news.

But he wasn’t. And that was a punch to your gut.

You had no reason to be jealous. Was he hanging out with your best friend more than you were? Sort of. Did he make her smile more than you did? God, you hoped not. So you watched from a distance as Maeve and Otis spent the time together that you wished you had with her. And that was fine.

Except, of course, it wasn’t.

It was just after one of Otis’ clinic meetings that you happened to stumble upon the two laughing about something that you had no business being mad about. They were just laughing, and even if it was more than laughing, you should have been supportive.

As soon as you and Maeve made eye contact, she knew something was up. She sent you a look, the kind you two could decipher without a second glance; you shrugged, hoping she would let it go.

“Oh, hey Y/N.” Otis waved slightly with a nervous smile.

You nodded back. “How’d the meeting go?”

“Great.” He paused, feeling the slight tension in the air. “Well, I guess I’ll see you guys later.”

“Bye, dickhead.” Maeve turned away from the boy and began walking with a smile. Against your fluttering stomach’s intuitions, you followed after her.

Your mind told you to keep your mouth shut and stare at the concrete, to not make things more awkward than they already were. Though you liked to think your jealousy was hidden, it was almost completely transparent. Maeve could practically taste it in the air. She shoved you slightly, making you look up.

“What’s got your knickers in a twist?”

You forced a laugh and shook your head. “Your face.”

She stuck her tongue out at you, then nudged you again. “Seriously.”

“Nothing.” You licked your lips and mentally kicked yourself. You would seriously regret this. “You’ve been spending a lot of time with Otis, hm?” You tried to make it sound casual, you really did. Instead, the jealousy seeped through your lips and practically smacked Maeve in the face.

She stuttered a laugh and stopped in her tracks. “You’re jealous!”

“I’m not-“

“Am I not spending enough time with you?”

“I didn’t say that-“

“You don’t have to say it, dipshit.” Maeve laughed. “I know you better than anyone.”

But did she? She hadn’t caught onto your feelings for years, even after all the hints you may have dropped.

You frowned. “You don’t know everything.”

“I don’t?” Maeve stepped forward, filling some of the empty space between you.

“No.”

“What don’t I know, then?”

You shifted your gaze up to Maeve. “You don’t know that…” Your smile helps me go to sleep at night. I wish every second of the say that I could be by your side. I am so proud of everything you’ve done, everything that you’re going to do. All I want to do is kiss you. All I want to do is kiss you.

You sighed dramatically. “I used to think the paper inside of Hershey kisses was edible until last year."

“Oh, shut up.” Maeve shoved your shoulder with a laugh; her hand slid down your arm and lingered just next to your hand. “You’re such an idiot.”

“You love it.”

“I do.”

You felt your face heat up as her fingers gazed your own. Your eyes connected, and something around you sparked. She smiled, and then you smiled, and soon your faces were closer together and Maeve placed her hand on your neck — and then you finally, almost effortlessly, leaned forward enough to capture her lips in yours.

It was so random, but so right, and everything you had ever imagined disappeared. Because this...this was your reality. Somehow, it had finally happened — and you weren’t complaining.

Maeve smirked as she pulled away from the kiss. You were still close enough to feel the breath that escaped her mouth as she poked you in the chest. “So that’s why you were jealous.”

You groaned. “Shut up and kiss me.”

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onthepageoftears · 6 years

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Little Secrets (Maeve Wiley x Reader)//Sex Education

A/N: I kind of combined requests for this one because it just kind of happened that way lol but it was really fun to write!! This one is pretty long too so ill leave you to it ;)))

(title from the song of the same name by Passion Pit)

Requests:

can i request a maeve fic where her and the reader pretend to hate each other but are secretly friends with benefits? they both have deeper feelings for the other but neither want to admit it, and the reader goes to Otis for advice

Hey, I love your writing!! Can I request number 4,18,34 from the drabble list with Maeve x reader?

Warnings: enemies to lovers, mentions of sex, friends with benefits, language, ANGST IM GONNA CRY, but also the FlUfFiEsT FlUfF THAt eVeR FlUfFeD

Words: 2,055 yowzaa

Please Don’t Plagiarize My Work!

When you first met Maeve, you didn’t think anything but hate could come of your relationship.

The first thing she said to you was: “Fuck off.” You accidentally bumped into her in the hallway, making her drop all her books. She only snarled those very words when you tried to apologize, and from then on you managed to form your own grudge for her, one of absolute chance. Maybe, if you hadn’t met that day, you two could have hit it off right away. But that’s not how it happened.

It was safe to say that you didn’t hate her; you hated the fact that she hated you, for some reason. Just because you caught her (or, pushed her) at a bad time, the two of you had to fix your glares to each other in the hall, or in class. It was like a game of who could hate the other more: whether it be through glares, words, or middle fingers, the two of you were in a constant battle of hate.

After a while, your hate for her subsided. You actually looked forward to hearing her newest remark and couldn’t wait to see her reaction when you spit out yours. You couldn’t hide the hope in your eyes when you found her in the library, waiting for her to look up so you could reach into your pocket and pull out your middle finger. And you would be lying if you weren’t ecstatic that you were paired with her for an English project.

Once you approached her, watching her lick her lips as she turned the page of her newest read, you realized this hatred was more of a lust. Though you had thought about it before, you never fully put the pieces together.

And then you two were in your room, grudgingly trying to work on your project while also trying to keep your hands to yourselves. It was only an hour of solid work when you suddenly felt the air in the room become a thin string of sexual tension, being cut off when she finally turned to you and grabbed your face in her hands, pulling you into a desperate kiss. You tangled your hands in her hair and let her push you back on the bed, quickly ripping your clothes off and ridding yourselves of the long awaited intimacy that had been clouding in your eyes ever since you bumped into each other.

And ever since then, you had been seeing each other quite often. Friends with benefits, as people called it. Though, you weren’t friends, not yet. You were just benefits, meeting up in the breaks of class and the free time you had after school just for a solid fuck. You weren’t complaining; Maeve was hot, and you were into it, and you didn’t care if that meant sneaking around to be with her. It was just benefits, like you two agreed, and it would stay that way. At least, that’s what you thought.

Slowly, you spent more time together; after a good makeout session in the asbestos bathrooms, you would end up talking about classes, books, movies, bands. You weren’t lethal with each other anymore, not even outside of your “relationship”. You just ignored each other in the ‘real world’, or the world outside of your little secret. But when you were together, the small whispers and soft touches after the sex was what you really looked forward to. Which is when you realized you were catching feelings.

So you told Maeve that. You told her you two should probably stop, that this friends with benefits was becoming more ‘friends’ than ‘benefits’, and you knew she wouldn’t want that. But surprise overtook you when she declined your offer to stop seeing each other, and instead said: “We should see where it ends up. Like an experiment.”

An experiment. You had never been good with science, but you supposed an experiment couldn’t hurt. And it didn't, at first. It actually felt really, really good. You both had a lot more in common than you thought, and your chemistry was much more meaningful than it had been when it was all based on sex. Now, the two complimented each other, and you felt like you were in a state of euphoria.

You two still kept your relationship a secret, because you both weren’t out yet and didn’t want to hear all the gossip and drama that would undoubtably commence. Or maybe it was the thrill of the secrecy, of this little pact between the two of you.

And everything would have stayed the same if Eric hadn’t caught you two making out in the asbestos filled bathroom shortly after your lunch period. Later, you told Maeve you were lucky he didn’t find you two a little bit later, where you would’ve probably had your hand down her pants, but she just rolled her eyes.

“I won’t tell anyone, I swear,” Eric said, fearful by the way Maeve clenched her jaw and held eye contact a little too strongly.

“Maeve, it’s fine,” you said, laying a hand on her shoulder. She ripped herself away from your grasp, but didn’t see the hurt in your eyes.

“I really won’t tell,” Eric said again, this time turning to you. He hadn’t known you too well, but well enough; you had been friendly with him during Maeve’s work with the ‘clinic’, and you nodded your head at the boy with a small smile.

“It’s okay, Eric. I trust you.” You watched the boy fumble away, still shocked by Maeve’s intimidation. She hadn’t been like that with him, or you, for a long time.

“That was kind of hot,” you remarked dumbly, hoping your rash comment would crack a smile in her angry face. But she didn’t even twitch, and you nearly face palmed as you watched her grab her bag. You softened your eyes, now realizing she was upset. Really upset. “What’s wrong?” You asked calmly, already knowing she wouldn’t tell you, at least not right away.

“Nothing,” she said, pushing past you with a glint of pain in her eyes. “I’ll see you later.”

You waited for her text, for her to tell you she was pissed or at least invite you over to talk. But the text never came. It was painful, watching your phone and only seeing the background of you two flipping the bird at the camera. You turned your eyes away, trying to focus on class. But how could you? Maeve was upset, and when Maeve was upset, you were upset. You two were like that. Always connected, even though no one else knew about it.

No one else knew about it. It had started to bother you more recently; the fact that you couldn’t hold her hand in the hallways, couldn’t kiss her cheek goodbye unless it was behind closed doors. You couldn’t make out in the main hallway of school, even though you both thought that was tacky and disgusting. But the idea that you couldn’t made you want it, and you wanted her so bad. You had her, but no one else could see. And you wanted them to see.

So, you were kind of glad when Eric found you. It was like a weight lifted from your chest, and your heart filled with hope at the chance of being with Maeve, in public. But then Maeve was upset, angry, distant. And now you were too.

She couldn’t avoid you for long; at least, that’s what you told yourself as you waited at your usual meet up in the asbestos bathroom. She hadn’t texted you all night, and you had begun to feel like you lost her, or wonder if you even had her to begin with. And all day you wondered that: does she think of me as much as I think of her? Did she even want this relationship to begin with? Was this ‘experiment’ going as far for her as it was for you? Or were you really just friends with benefits?

No. You refused to believe that. But the nagging in your brain wouldn’t stop, and you decided to go to the boy who maybe, somehow, could help you.

“Just talk to her,” Otis said simply after you spilled your entire story to him.

“That’s it?” He shrugged, unbothered by the harshness of your tone. You rolled your eyes but thanked him nonetheless, and got away from him as quick as possible. Could’ve come to that conclusion myself, you thought; but the truth was, you were purposefully procrastinating the talk you needed to have with Maeve, and Otis’ advice only made you mad because you knew it was true. Which is why you found Maeve at school soon after, in the library, and stood in front of her until she looked up from her book.

“We need to talk,” you said, grabbing her hand in public- though not the way you had always wanted to - and bringing her to one of the non-asbestos infested bathrooms. You looked at her seriously, trying to catch her eyes as they looked anywhere but you. “You’re avoiding me,” you said, ignoring the crack in your voice and the tears welling up in your eyes. You thought you wouldn’t cry, but now that you saw her, in front of you but still so distant, you couldn’t help but feel your throat tighten.

She clenched her jaw and glanced at you, quick, like it pained her to even to that. “No, I haven’t.”

“Are you serious?” You watched her face through blurry, tear filled eyes. “Ever since Eric saw us, you’ve been so distant…and I want to know why.” You wiped the tears on your cheeks angrily. “Are you testing me? Is this a part of our ‘experiment’? Or…is this some reverse psychology shit to make to break up with you?”

“No!” She jumped forward, placing a hand on your arm. You nearly pulled away, but the softness of her fingers make your heart nearly burst. “I don’t want to break up with you. Not at all.”

“What is it then?”

She took a deep breath, leaning against the sink behind her. “Do you know how long people have called me cockbiter?”You didn’t bother answering, knowing she would tell you anyway. “Too long. And do you know what they would say if they knew about you? About us?”

“Of course I do.” You frowned, a dry laugh escaping your lips. “I hear what they say behind those other girls' backs. I hear what they say everyday, and even though it’s not about me, or us, I still feel lit like it is. And if hearing that shit means that I get to spend time with you and share how much I love you to the world, then so be it.”

She turned to you, eyes wide. It looked like a bit of fear and surprise swirling in her glance, but tears welled up in her eyes as well. “You love me?”

You didn’t realize you said it, but now that you had, it was so clear. Instead of responding, you took a step forward, placing your hands on her cheeks and laying a soft kiss on her lips. “If you aren’t ready, it’s okay. But I don’t want to keep us a secret forever.”

She looked at you, the anger that you two once held dissipating into the air. It was strange to think that once upon a time you hated each other, and for such a dumb reason. But now, looking into her eyes, all you could see was love - even if she didn’t say it.

“If you aren’t ready, it’s okay,” you found yourself saying again, still holding onto Maeve like she would run away any second.

She looked at you, almost suddenly, with determination in her eyes. “I’m ready.”

And the two of you walked out of the bathroom, hand in hand, not giving a fuck about the people around you; you didn’t hear the slight murmurs or see the all too obvious posting of fingers. You both just focused on each other, on what your love was and what it would become, and you smiled wide at the thought that your love was no longer a secret.

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onthepageoftears · 6 years

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I Don’t Want To Let You Go (Maeve Wiley x Reader) // Sex Education

A/N: Ahhhhhh this is my first time writing more angsty fluff soooo hopefully it went well! This came out a little bit differently than the request, so send me a message if I should take another whack at it/do a part two. By the way, the title is after the Weezer song of the same name!

Request: a maeve x reader where y/n is maeve’s bestfriend for years and he/she won’t admit his/her feelings for maeve but gets jealous when jackson is around

Summary: You’ve been friends with Maeve for years, but only on the night of the dance do you realize your true feelings for her.

Warnings: Angst, flufff, panic attack, and suicide attempt

Words: 1,445

Please Don’t Plagiarize My Work!

Your jaw nearly dropped when you saw Maeve’s dress. “You look…”

“Gorgeous.” Jackson leaned to his girlfriend with a kiss on the cheek and you averted you gaze with a nervous chuckle. You didn’t know why his affection for Maeve made you uncomfortable; you blamed it on your lack of a date, but really, it had been this way whenever Maeve was with him.

“Yeah,” you looked back up and saw Maeve watching you, ignoring Jacksons’ arm on her waist.

“You look great yourself.” She gestured to your outfit, making you blush.

“Eh, it’s whatever.”

To say things have been awkward between you two was an understatement. Ever since she started dating Jackson - like, officially dating - you felt strange around her. Not to mention the fact that she didn’t hang out with you as much, and only saw you at the occasional lunch or after school hang out. Luckily you had Otis and Eric to keep you company, two friends you had made once Maeve started the clinic. But tonight, Otis had his date and Eric was MIA after the birthday incident, so you were mostly on your own for the night.

—

You were sitting at a table, watching Eric and Otis dance together with a smile. You were so glad they were friends again, and your eyes began to wander the crowd for Maeve and Jackson, who were undoubtably together. But, your search was cut short by a scream.

A boy was standing on the prop piece made for the dance; he reached out and held onto the fake moon as he let himself fall forward, swinging his legs aimlessly in the air. You found yourself walking into the crowd to get closer to the scene, ending up next to Otis, who had begun speaking to the boy.

You guessed he was a client to the clinic, but you couldn’t imagine why he would be threatening to jump from all the way up there. There was a crazy look in his eyes, and his pupils were far from average size, seemingly growing by the second. You looked at the crowd, watching the scared students wait to see the boys’ fate as he dangled from the moon; your eyes landed on Maeve, who turned her head towards you just at that moment. With a quick movement, you turned back to Otis and tuned into his words.

“You can’t make people like you.” You swallowed a lump in your throat, trying to ignore the pinch in your heart at Otis’ words. “But love isn’t about grand gestures, or the moon and the stars. It’s just dumb luck.” Your eyes locked with Maeve’s. You didn’t know what you expected, but it definitely was not the tender and soft way her eyes bored into your own; it made your heart flutter, and in an effort to stop yourself from thinking too much into it, you looked away.

“And sometimes, you meet someone who feels the same way. And, sometimes, you’re unlucky. But one day, you’re gonna meet someone who appreciates you for who you are.” You watch the boy above intently, trying to ignore the eyes burning into your side. You didn’t want to look at her; it would just hurt, and you didn’t want to feel anymore pain than you already did.

Finally, the boy pushed himself away from the moon, slowly bringing his body to the center of the castle. You knew what the boy did was wrong, but a part of you couldn’t help but feel sympathy for him. Sure, you didn’t stalk Maeve or force her to talk to you. You didn’t even bake her cakes or send her strange letters. But, you were undoubtably in love with her for the duration of your friendship.

In love, you thought, bringing your eyes back to hers with a gasp. You were in love. It all made sense now: the awkward interactions, your distaste of Jackson. You were in love with Maeve, and you couldn’t deny it.

Suddenly, the crash ripped your eyes from hers, and you watched as the boy stumbled onto the ground with a groan. You let out a sigh of relief, glad that he was okay. Leaving a small pat on Otis’ shoulder, you shimmied your way through the crowd so that no one would see the tears forming in your eyes.

As soon as you got out of the gym, you felt a rush of air fill your lungs, but it was still hard to breathe. It’s okay, it’s okay, you told yourself, trying to focus on the shallow breaths that escaped your mouth. But your brain wasn’t working right, and all you could think of was Maeve, so beautiful and smart, so…with Jackson.

Jackson. He was a sweet guy, and from what Maeve told you, you could tell she cared about him. But you remember the day that he serenaded her, walked up to her and asked her to be his girlfriend. It hurt, and at the time you didn’t know why, but now it had hit you. Like a huge wave of emotions and pain, filling your heart with agony and your eyes with tears. She would never be with you. She was with Jackson. She is with Jackson.

“Y/N?” You heard, faint, distant. A hand was tugging at your face, pulling you from the deep hole you found yourself in. Slowly, your surroundings came into focus: streamers, dark purple lighting, and Maeve.

“Maeve?” You let out a sob, pushing yourself further against the wall in an attempt to escape from her grasp.

“Hey, it’s alright. It’s alright.” She pushed some hair out of your face, flicking her eyes all over you in concern. It made your heart ache even more, and your breathing became harsh once again.

“I can’t breathe.” You said simply, sliding down the wall and letting your knees hit your chest. Maeve followed, staying right in front of you, not letting her eyes leave you for one second.

Your heart was pounding in your ears as you moved your eyes up to hers; they were large with worry, cascading all around your face at the tears, the panic in your eyes, the gasps that escaped your lips. She was there, holding your hand and just looking at you, not trying to ask why you were having a panic attack; a part of you thought she already knew.

“Maeve?” Jackson tumbled into the hallway and looked down at you two with a frown.

Maeve didn’t take her eyes from yours, a flash of annoyance glazing over her face. “Not now Jackson.” She shifted a bit to sit next of you, not letting go of your hand. With a shaky breath you closed your eyes, trying to drown out all the noise from the other room and just think of right now: holding Maeve’s hand, taking deep breaths, feeling her eyes on yours, letting all your pain subside, at least for a moment.

“Are you okay?” Maeve whispered, squeezing your hand a bit. All you did was nod, licking your lips and slowly opening your eyes. She was watching you again, but this time released her hand from yours to swipe the tears off your cheeks. You found yourself lost in her eyes, the same eyes that were there for you when your parents split, the same eyes that you watched sob after her brother left, the same eyes that glared at Ruby when she called you a slimy bitch. She was always there for you, and you were always there for her, and even though she couldn’t be with you now, you knew that someday it would work out. Someday.

“Oh, I think I’m gonna be sick,” Jackson groaned, making you two nearly jump in your spots.

“I should get him home,” Maeve says lightly, tapping you on the knee with one finger. “Will you be alright?”

You nod, this time actually meaning it. But something inside you stirred, causing another tear to escape down your cheek. I don’t want to let you go, you thought as you watched her walk Jackson towards the exit. But I have to.

You recalled Otis’ speech from earlier: “You can’t make people like you”. If that meant moving on from Maeve, that’s what you would have to do. And you would get through it, one way or another.

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I know this ended kind of sadly but it felt wrong to make them together at the end, like it was too quick or something. Let me know if I should do a part two or just leave it at that, or if you have any other suggestions! <3

Edit: Part 2 Here :)

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What I Feel is Real (Maevis Wiley x Reader) // Sex Education

A/N: I’m so excited to post this one so let me know your thoughts! This is from number 16 on this prompt list. Inspiration hit and I thought there aren’t enough Maeve Wiley imagines so what the hell (also she’s amazing so there’s that). Anyway, enjoy! Send me a request if you like, because writing is super fun when I’m in the right mood lol

Summary: You and Maeve say your first ‘I love you’s.

Warnings: One ‘curse’, soft!maeve and major fluffy fluff

Word count: 1,155

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It was nighttime. You had come to Maeve’s place many times before - evening, morning, midday, sometimes even midnight - but this night seemed special, different. It was as if the stars shined perfectly in the darkness of the sky, and everything seemed a little more magical.

Maeve felt the same way: “Like a beautiful tragedy,” she gestured to the scattered trailers that lay under the magical night as the two of you descended the grassy hill towards her home. You held her hand as you passed her neighbors’ trailers: the single mother with a strange accent, the man who smoked cigars as much as he should drink water, the old lady who waved her cane around at anything that moved. You had spent so much time here that you were surprised you didn’t know everyone’s names.

On a night like this, anything could happen, you told yourself, looking up at the brightly shining moon. You secretly hoped the moon wasn’t too bright or else Maeve would see the constant smile on your face and tease you for it (you were always smiling around her, and she didn’t understand why). If she did, she didn’t comment on it, and as soon as you closed the door to her trailer you took a deep breath in; it was like you could finally breathe when it was just you and her, isolated in such a comfortable way. She shimmied off her jacket and threw it to the couch, walking to the kitchen to start a pot of tea. You watched her from the doorway.

After being together for four months you would think you’d be over the little things she did: the way she bit her nails without knowing, the frown that would form on her face as you left her side, or the way you could hear her whispering the words as she read her favorite books. You walked over to the counter and grabbed two mugs with a smile, kicking her lightly in the shin to get her attention.

You wiggled your eyebrows as you held up one of the mugs you got her a couple weeks ago: ‘dickhead’ sprawled out in all too nicely embroidered letters. She rolled her eyes and bashfully shook her head, biting a nail with a smile.

You laughed and leaned against the opposite counter, not at all expecting the slight whisper that would follow. “I love you.” You thought you misheard. Maybe it was your own thoughts projecting themselves into the quiet space of the trailer; but when she shaded her eyes from yours, blush fading into her cheeks and a wide-eyed look playing on her face, you knew it was real.

Still, it took you a second to register. I love you. Had she really said it? Sure, you two had shown it to each other throughout your time together: when you bought her the book she had been eyeing at the store, when she took you to see her favorite band. Tiny kisses for absolutely no reason, a tap on the wrist as you passed each other in the hallway. To you, it wasn’t that much of a surprise that she loved you, it was that she explicitly said it. It wasn’t easy for Maeve to say these things (she still called you dickhead after four months of dating), and you honestly didn’t need her to say it at all. But now it was like they were the only words you wanted to say.

“Maeve,” you said, reaching out to touch her shoulder lightly, afraid if you applied too much pressure she might run away and never turn back. But as she turned her eyes back to you - those beautiful, full eyes, always looking at you with hope and passion and…love - you knew she would never leave. “I love you.”

“Don’t say it if you don’t mean it,” she laughed, but you could still see the fear in her smile, the fear that tugged on her lips and pulled her body away from yours. You still saw the pain in her laugh, the regret in the way she tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear and averted her eyes. You saw it, and you wanted it to go away.

“I love you, Maeve.” You repeated, this time stronger, more confident. Not that you didn’t mean it before; you really did. But you wanted her to really hear it this time, wanted the words to sting into her heart like her eyes did yours. And they did: she turned herself back towards you, leaning against the counter as she bit her lip, eyes going to the floor and back to you again. The blush returned, this time with a smile, which she tried to fight back, but in the end failed.

“I love you.” You said again, this time with a step forward. “I love you.” Another step, smaller, so she felt the anticipation of what came with your arrival. “I love you. I love you.” This time you were as close as you could get to her, placing your hands at the counter behind her, leaning a your forehead on hers, looking into those big doe eyes like they were the only thing that could save you from yourself. “I love you. I love you. I love you.“ You said it over and over again, until it was nothing but a senseless a babble, a jumble of words that bounced around the room and landed in your kiss, sweet and soft, like her cotton candy colored hair.

And just as she melted in your kiss you grabbed her waist and tickled her sides; her weak spot, that only you knew about, the spot you had targeted so many times before and loved to tease her with. She writhed under your fingertips, small gasps escaping her lips along with a smile. You loved seeing her like this: vulnerable, but happy, and free.

“Stop it,” she pushed you lightly on the shoulder, and you retreated with a fake pout, letting her add a little distance between you two. But once you separated she pulled you back, tugging on the front of your shirt and bringing your lips to hers. A short kiss, but a meaningful one, and then she smiled at the warmth in your eyes.

“It’s just a bunch of words,” you said, watching her flick her eyes all over your face. “But what I feel is real.” You lay your hands on her face, stomach flipping when she leaned her head into your palm. “This is so fucking real.”

She closed her eyes and smiled, really smiled, and let herself sink into your grasp; you were holding onto her like she was the best person you had ever met - because she was. She was beautiful, smart, perfect, amazing. And you loved her. Really, truly, loved her. And you couldn’t believe that she loved you too.

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A Little Bit Further (Otis Milburn x Reader) // Sex Education

A/N: Sorry this is kind of short! Also, I didn’t feel comfortable writing the full smut scene, but I hope this was okay!

Request: hi sorry to bother you but i was wondering if you could write something with otis where he’s slowly getting over his intimacy issues and gets all flustered when he asks the reader to give him a bj cause they’ve been together for awhile and he always stops make out sessions when they get far but now he’s like wow can you do this for the rest of time after she does it

Warnings: mentions of sex, make-out, insinuated blow job, so basically smut i guess?? but not really

Words: 1,051

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You and Otis had a system.

Ever since you started dating, Otis made you aware of his inexperience and intimacy issues. You had no problem with it, and reassured Otis that you were glad he was honest with you, and that you would never do anything to make him uncomfortable; on another hand, you were pretty relieved, because you weren’t so ready to rip your clothes off and say goodbye to your virginity either. You two seemed to agree that time wasn’t an issue and that it would be best to wait to have sex until you were both ready.

“Small steps,” you remember saying to Otis when you had your first kiss. It was a quick peck on the lips, just to test the waters of your new relationship. Of course, it hadn’t stayed that way, and as time went on so did your experience.

Soon you two had delved into the French kiss, which was quite uncomfortable at first, and definitely felt strange. But you got the hang of it, learning together and trying new things. Eventually, those kisses evolved into longer periods and more desperate contact. There had been some touching as well; Otis blushed when he first brought his hand to the band of your bra, and you would trail your fingers softly along his skin with encouragement. But, that was about as far as you two had gone.

Because, you had a system.

The first time you were about to go full on make out, you told Otis you two needed to have a safe code. Not a word, because screaming ‘flamingo’ in the middle of a kiss would be a bit jarring. Instead, you opted for the wrist-tap: when one of you felt uncomfortable, or wanted to stop whatever it was your were doing, the person would tap twice on the other person’s wrist. No harm, no foul.

You two had used it many times before; when you touched his upper thigh, when he accidentally touched your right boob. If that happened, you two would resort to cuddling together, and talking about your favorites bands or movies or games. Sometimes you two would fall asleep and wake up with even more love for each other than before, if that was even possible. It was clear to say the system had worked quite well for the both of you.

So, when you were making out in Otis’ room and placed a hand carefully on his thigh, you were surprised that he didn’t stop you. You frowned, letting him lean in a bit further into the kiss, taking more control. You let you other hand travel to the back of his neck, tugging lightly at the strands of hair.

You let out a soft moan when you felt his fingers trailing along your spine; you always loved how soft they were, and how gentle his touch could be. Still, it couldn’t distract you from the fact that he was moving towards the clasp of your bra, fingers pulling delicately at the band. You suddenly pulled away from the kiss, looking at the boy in amusement.

“Time out,” you said softly, frowning at the boy in front of you. “Are you okay?”

Otis licked his lips, placing his hand back at your waist. “What do you mean?”

“Did Eric put you up to this?”

“Up to what?”

You tilted your head and sent him a pointed look, eyebrows raised.

“No. No, I just…” he moved his hand from your waist and closed his eyes with a sigh. “You make me so happy. I...I’m so lucky to have you.”

“Okay.” you lay your hand over his, encouraging him to continue.

“Really. You are so understanding...of everything. Of my parents, and my feelings. It’s amazing. You’re amazing.” You blushed, but kept your eyes on him as he took a deep breath. “I think I’m ready to go a little further. I really care about you, and...it feels right. But, only if you want to.” He looked at you with eyes wide with concern.

You placed a hand on his cheek with a small smile. “Are you sure, Otis?”

He only nodded, leaning in to kiss you once more. But before he could place his lips on yours, you slid off the bed.

“Wha-“ He watched with wide eyes as you kneeled down in front of him, laying your hands on his knees. “Oh. Oh. Okay. Yeah.”

“Are you okay with this?” You slowly trailed your hands up his legs, watching with a small smile as he gaped at you.

“Y-es.” His eyes followed your hands as they went to unbuckle his pants. He could feel his heart beating a mile a minute, and he kept moving his eyes from your position on the floor, to the little crack in the ceiling, and back.

“Remember,” you spoke seriously, leaning up a little further so he was looking in your eyes. “Just tap my wrist if I’m going too far.”

When he nodded, you took a deep breath, and let the magic begin.

—

“That was-“ Otis looked at the ceiling, speechless.

“Better than your imagination?” You teased, looking at him with a wide smile. He looked back at you to where you were laying on his chest, drawing patterns into his shirt.

“Way better.” He said, kissing you sweetly on the head. “You were amazing.” He looked back to the ceiling, blush forming on his cheeks.

Laughing lightly, you snuggled closer into his side. “Couldn’t have done it alone.”

You watched as he blushed harder; he shifted a bit so he could hug you closer into his chest. As he traced his fingers along your arm, a shy smile crossed his face.

“What is it?”

“Maybe we could do that more often?” He looked nervous, like he thought you would be mad or disgusted. Instead, you smiled and kissed him softly on the lips, letting your face linger close to his.

“Of course.” You snuggled back into his chest, letting your eyes close as you listened to his heartbeat. You hummed at the feeling of his hand on your back, rubbing soft circles over your skin. “We’ll go a little bit further each time.”

“A little bit further.” Otis nodded, smile spreading on his face. “Sounds fantastic.”

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Sick Day (Otis Milburn x Reader)//Sex Education

A/N: This was supposed to be posted tomorrow, but I just got to 100 subscribers! So, as a special (really small) celebration, I thought I would post it today! Enjoyyyy and thank you all for showing support!

Request: Hi! I love your stuff can I please get an Otis imagine where he is sick and reader takes care of him. Thanks 😇😇😇😇

Warnings: fluffffffff Im gonna choke on all the fluff

Words: 1,062

Please Do Not Plagiarize My Work!

(there are not enough otis gifs i swear)

Your face was filled with concern as you walked to Otis’ door, holding a basket full of food by your side. With a deep breath, you lightly knocked on the door in front of you, “Otis?”

All you heard was a groan in response.

“Otis, I’m coming in.” You turned the knob slowly and opened the door to near complete disaster; you almost didn’t see the floor from all the tissues thrown on it, and in the middle of Otis’ bed was a huge pile of blankets. Taking step in the room, you looked for your boyfriend. “Otis?”

A gasp escaped your lips as you heard mumbling coming from the pile on the bed. Slowly, you made your way over to it, tapping gently on the big mass. “Otis.”

“What? ”

“It’s Y/N.” Suddenly, the pile of blankets moved, and after a few seconds of commotion, Otis’ head emerge out of the mess. He had a very red nose and peaked at you through sleepy eyes; his hair was sorting out in every which way, and you smiled at his frazzled face.

“Y/N. What are you-“ he frowned, and you tried to not swoon at how hoarse his voice was. It took him a second to understand what was happening, but once he did, his eyes widened, a look of horror filling his face. “Our date. Oh my god. I completely forgot.” He starting pulling the blankets off himself, but you shook your head and pushed his body back into the bed.

“Otis. It’s okay. You need to rest.”

“But we planned this for weeks.”

He was right. You two had talked about having a gorgeous picnic in your favorite park for quite some time now. But with everything going on on your lives, it was hard to find the right time to do it. Eventually, you both decided that this weekend would be the perfect getaway, and you would finally have some quality time by yourselves.

But now, looking at the boy in front of you, it was obvious that those plans would have to wait. He could barely keep his eyes open, and he looked even more frail than usual.

“You look like you’re about to pass out and sneeze at the same time.” You said, smiling at the defeated look in his face.“Besides, today feels like more of a chill day.”

Otis went to speak, probably to try and convince you to leave him to suffer, but he stopped once you placed the back of your hand on his forehead, eyes widening at how warm it was. “Jean told me you were sick, but not how sick.” Noticing the basket still in your hands, you turned towards the door. “I’m gonna put this downstairs, and then I’ll help clean up this war zone a bit.”

“Wait-“ Otis tried to argue, but you were already out the door. You heard his groan of frustration behind you, along with the echo of a sneeze. Soon you were shoving food into Otis’ fridge, trying not to drool at the goods you cooked for hours on end. Not going on the picnic was a bummer, but it wasn’t like you couldn’t see Otis at all. Besides, he had a good reason; you knew if you were this sick, you probably wouldn’t even want to do anything but sleep.

Plus, Otis felt bad about being sick, which is the last thing a sick person needs. The best you could do was help him while he was sick. Luckily, you had made some soup for your picnic (though your friend said that was a dumb idea, you were glad you did it now) and you heated it up before going back up to Otis’ room.

He was in the same position you left him in, but his eyes were closed. You quietly put the soup on his side table and began cleaning up the mass of tissues.

“Is this from the picnic?” He asked after a while, and you sent him a smile as you threw away the last of the tissues.

“Yeah. It should still be warm.” He took the bowl and slowly sipped at the edge. He let out a satisfied hum and drank some more. “I’m guessing it came out okay?”

“More than okay.”

For the rest of the day, you lay next to Otis on his bed and let him get his rest. He would snuggle into your side and fall asleep, leaving you to watch the TV and try not to have your heart explode by how cute he was. Occasionally, Jean would come in to check on you two, and Otis would either be dead asleep or too tired to be embarrassed by the fact you were in the same bed.

It was nearly 7 pm when Otis pushed half the blankets off his bed and stretched his long limbs out. He was finally well rested, it seemed, and he turned to you with a smile.

“I’m already feeling better,” he said, and he was right: his nose was not nearly as red as it was that morning, and his eyes weren’t as heavy or glossed over.

“Good.” You smiled and played with his hand, tracing small patterns on his palm.

He tapped your arm lightly with his other hand, and when you looked up at him, you saw the regret in his eyes. “I’m sorry we couldn’t go on our picnic.”

“That’s okay.” Your smile widened as you took his hand in yours, blush rising in your cheeks. “Spending time with you is always great. No matter what it is we’re doing.”

A shy smile formed on Otis’ face and he leaned forward to plant a kiss on your lips. But right before he did, you pushed him away softly. “Um.” You grinned at the confusion that clouded his face. “You’re still sick.”

“Oh.” He moved away from you, cheeks growing redder than before. “Right. Sorry.”

“That’s okay.” You nudged him in the shoulder, a sigh escaping your lips.

“Thanks for taking care of me, by the way.” Otis spoke sincerely and you wished you could kiss him so bad.

“No problem. I want you to know that…if i….” You sneezed, nearly knocking the wind out of you. As soon as you recovered, you sent Otis a glare.

He smiled guiltily. “Bless you?”

“Otis, I swear to god-”

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On Time is Late (Otis Milburn x Reader) // Sex Education

A/N: Yooo so this is my first imagine so lemme know what you think! And if you have any prompts, suggestions, or anything really just send me an ask! This account won’t be very active (as I’m supposed to be doing schoolwork right about now...) but I will truly do my best to update it!

Summary: You’re always late, and if Groff catches you late again you’ll be in big trouble. This morning, however, may turn out a little different than usual.

Warnings: I think a curse and other than that just fluff! also mention of jake gyllenhaal lol

Word Count: 1,241

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Time.

It was what orchestrated each day, each person, each little action that a person does. Going to class, getting on the bus, going to the store. Everything was based around time, and time could quite literally ruin someone’s life.

In this case, you thought it just might.

You were late, again, and if Head teacher Groff found out that you were even a second late to class, he would give you detention - or worse, expulsion.

That’s why you were running in the near empty halls, past the freshly emptied garbage can and the hardworking janitor trying to clean up the graffiti stained locker. Your heart was nearly bursting out of its chest trying to get to class. Maybe if my bike hadn’t nearly crashed into that pole, you thought as you turned another corridor. Though it wasn’t the bike that almost crashed into the pole, it was you - but you wouldn’t admit that. At least, not in this time of crisis.

But because time was so clearly on your mind, you couldn’t help but glance at the small wristwatch that let you down oh so many times, the one your mum had given you to help your track record of being late. It did help, for a good week, before you fell back into the routine of shoving it under your pillow and forgetting about it until your mum had to come drag you out of bed. And now, here you were. Late, late, late. It wasn’t a surprise, not to anyone, even yourself.

What was a surprise was turning another corner and bumping into something - rather, someone - hard.

“Fuck!” You nearly screeched, watching hopelessly as your notebook clattered to the ground, papers flying everywhere.

“I am so sorry!” You heard from above you, but you didn’t care who it was that you crashed into. You were late, there was only a minute until class, and you were going to have to get your obituary ready before Groff got to you.

“I’m late!” You said as you grabbed as many pages as you could, doing an awkward squat in the middle of the deserted halls.

“Late?” The person laughed a little bit, and you finally decided to take a breath and look up. He had dark hair and bright blue eyes, which contrasted starkly against his pale skin. You noticed the smirk that played on his lips, the relaxed sag of his lanky shoulders as he hesitated to grab another one of your note pages. “Late for what?”

With an exasperated sigh, you let out a huff and stuffed the remaining pages into your notebook. “For class.” The boy frowned slightly as the two of you stood up.

“Class?”

“Yes, class. You know, the thing we come to participate in practically everyday?” By now you were already walking away from him, trying not to admit to yourself that you would be late, and would have to heed the fate of the much hated Mr. Groff.

“I know…I know what class is, I just don’t know why you think you’re late.” He looked down at his own watch and laughed again. “It’s a bit early, don’t you think?”

Now it was your turn to frown. Turning back on your heel, you rushed over to the boy and nearly yanked his arm from him. 7:30.

“What the-“ you looked at your own watch, realization hitting you. “Little brat.”

“E-excuse me?” You widened your eyes at the boy in front of you, nearly forgetting he was there.

“Sorry. Not you. My brother, he must’ve set my watch back. Again.” It was no surprise that your brother would’ve done that; he was always teasing you about your tardiness to everything, and he probably wanted to prove some kind of point.

Still, the boy nodded in understanding. A bit of an uncomfortable silence overtook the two of you, both of you avoiding the others gaze. Finally, you spoke: “Why are you here so early, anyway?”

He placed his hands inside the pockets of his jacket, teetering on the front of his toes. “On time is late.” He replies simply, but notes the frown that forms on your face. “Plus, I-uh do the…” He used air quotes: “the clinic.”

Your eyes go wide recognition. “Oh, right! You’re the sex kid!”

“Yeah, well. My friends call me Otis.” He awkwardly reaches a hand out to you with a smile. “Otis Milburn.”

You look down at his hand for a second. Confidently, you take it in your own. “Y/N Y/LN.” His smile is as warm as his hand, which is kind of weird if you think about it, but for some reason it makes your stomach flip. With a slight cough, you let go, moving your hands to the straps of your backpack. “So, Otis. What does one do in school at this time of the morning?”

The two of you spent the rest of your free time talking. About everything, really. Your favorite artists, movies, hobbies, family, and anything in between. Suddenly, you weren’t so mad at your brother turning back your watch; in fact, you might have to thank him.

In the seemingly small amount of time you spent with him, you noted a few things about Otis: he was very cute, for one. But each little thing you noticed was even more glorifying than the next: the way he would scratch the back of his neck when embarrassed, or how he looked down at the ground if he was nervous. It was like you wanted to know everything about him, and as soon as possible. And you found yourself frowning when you two had made it to your first class, standing aside from the rush of arriving teenagers.

“This is me,” you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, suddenly nervous.

Otis nodded, looking to the faces of the passing students. “Indeed.”

For some reason, you felt a surge of confidence. Like someone had slapped you in the face or spilt coffee into your veins. Nonetheless, you straightened your posture and cleared your throat. “Listen.” Otis turned to you, and your face flushed. “Would you want to hang out sometime? Maybe see a movie, or something?”

You noticed the surprise in his face, the slight blush in his pale cheeks, and the way he opened his mouth several times before responding: “I heard that new movie with Jake Gyllenhaal is quite good. Are you free tomorrow?”

“Yes!” You took a deep breath to stop yourself from getting too excited. “That would be great.”

“Awesome.” Otis clapped his hands together and smiled nervously. “Movie at eight, I’ll pick you up at six and we’ll get there by six thirty?” He pauses when he sees the horror in your eyes. “On time is late?”

You let out an abrupt laugh and nod, backing your way towards your class. “On time is late,” you repeat with a final wave, blushing as you made your way through the half empty seats of your math class.

Being early isn’t so bad, you think to yourself, watching your peers file into the classroom in a rush. You could definitely get used to this.

Still, being on time for Otis’ standards was definitely harder than it looked. He nearly pissed himself when you finally emerged from your house the next day an hour later than intended. But hey, that was really quite early for you.

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