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New Years Eve (maeve wiley x female reader)

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New Year’s Eve was your idea.

Maeve was - predictably - reluctant to share the festivities at Aimee’s party, claiming the day was “no different to any other day of the year” and “an excuse for boys to forcedly kiss any girl they want and get away with it”.

But with your best puppy dog eyes and the promise of free drinks, she relented.

You and Maeve were the most likely, unlikely pair at Moordale but since being partnered for an English assignment you had become inseparable, spending long nights in Maeve’s caravan reading Sylvia Plath and listening to her endless playlists.

It took you by surprise when her infamous smirk became the first thing you thought about when you woke up - or how you practically skipped towards her locker each morning, eager to hear her latest song recommendation or feign offence at the light-hearted insults she’d throw at you with a smile. You brushed it off, telling yourself that you were just friends, but it was becoming harder and harder to ignore the racing heartbeat in your chest whenever you saw the pink-haired girl.

So, of course, you wouldn't dream of seeing the New Year in without Maeve at your side.

When you arrived, arms linked, a plastic bag of clinking alcohol bottles in hand, you were equal parts excited and nervous for the night ahead.

You’d pregamed a little too hard at Maeve’s, wondering how you’d both managed to stumble to Aimee’s in the dark without one of you breaking your ankle or taking the wrong turn and getting lost, but you’d made it. Aimee enveloped both of you into a tight hug as soon as you stepped through the door of her ridiculously extravagant house before running off, shouting at a group of boys who were using an expensive-looking vase as a football. Taking Maeve’s hand, you pulled her to the kitchen and poured two drinks - not caring about the unequal ratio of alcohol to mixer.

Most of the night was hazy - you remember dancing with Eric and Otis, Maeve watching you make a fool of yourself from the other side of the room with a smirk on her face, before being dragged in front of the television as the countdown began.

You frantically searched around for Maeve in the crowded room, wanting her by your side as midnight drew closer.

You spotted her chatting closely to Jackson on the other side of the room, his arm holding her elbow and a lazy smile on his face. A pang of jealousy shot through your chest and you forced yourself to look away, the chorus of countdown filling your ringing ears as your focused your attention on the drink in your hand to urge away the overwhelming feeling of jealousy coursing through your body.

3...2...1...

The sound of cheers receded as you ran upstairs, away from the sea of kissing teenagers, hiding yourself in the nearest vacant room you could find.

Taking a deep breath, you sat on the bed with your head in your hands and willed yourself to pull yourself together.

She’s just a friend.

You were so far into your own head that you didn’t even hear the door creep open, a soft touch on your knee making you jump with surprise as your head shot out of your hands, your eyes meeting Maeve’s.

“I’ve been looking for you everywhere.”

Before you had a chance to respond, her lips were on yours - very slightly, almost ghosting, but they were there, as if Maeve were giving you a chance to pull back.

You didn’t.

You put your hand on the back of her neck and pulled her in, deepening the kiss, hoping that this wasn’t some kind of alcohol-induced hallucination. Her lips were just as soft as you’d imagined as they moved against yours, slowly, as you both savoured the moment.

Maeve was smiling as you both pulled away.

“Happy New Year, Y/N.”