#Otis Milburn x reader

[writing-imagines]

Hiii I saw one of your ship imagines and liked it alot so here I am, anyways could you pls do a Sex Education ship.

I am a girl, short and fluffy brunette hair and brown eyes, a lil over 5'1 I think also I love reading and public speaking, my sense of humour is broken yet impeccable and I am quite outgoing. My sense of fashion gives off cozy vibes i will say that but I also love adventures any kind.

Thnx :)

Hi! Sorry it took so long, classes are back in session :/

I ship you with: Otis Milburn

• Classic short girlfriend and tall boyfriend combo

• Otis admires how outgoing and confident you are

• Yeah, Otis is outgoing too, but he’s also more on the awkward side

• So, it amazes him how you’re able to swoon others so easily

• He also likes your sense of style

• Otis has always been one for comfort over style and he’s so glad he’s finally found a girl who feels the same way

• On the rare occasion you have to get all dressed up, Otis nearly has a heart attack because you’re so pretty

• He is such a simp for you

• When it comes to going on adventures, Otis is a little more hesitant

• If he doesn’t know exactly where you’re going and what roads you need to take, he becomes a nervous wreck

• But you always bring him back from the edge

• Usually, telling him about the latest book you read will distract him for a while

• You two are a perfect match and Jean loves too

[percybeloved]

"One more year"

Otis Milburn x M! Reader

Contains: Just pure fluff. It does consist of M/N having a abusive mother. This whole thing was based off of a old fanfic I had wrote like 2 yrs ago

Otis's point of view but begins in a 3rd POV

Unedited

Requests Open!

Otis forgot his number. "Damn it, M/N." he thought "The one time I actually need you and you aren't able to contact me" "What is it?" Victoria looked down at her watch. "Its 9:03. Go on and leave" She grumbled and rolled her eyes before stomping off to the bathroom, leaving him in her room alone. Otis decided that there was no use behind texting M/N.

Victoria Jones, one of his clients. She despised him but her mom got him to do this because.... Otis forgot why. But he atleast had enough money for a gift that he'd been saving up for.

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I grabbed my things and ended up walking home instead of waiting for someone to come by and get me. As soon as I got home, I put my stuff aside and almost flopped down on my bed. Before I could, I saw a tuff of h/c hair peaking from under my comforter. A small smile appeared on my face.

"M/N?" I say softly, shaking him a bit I move the comforter from his face slightly to reveal beautiful e/c eyes. "Hi, N/N" One of my bestfriends. He was truly gorgeous. But there was a purplish mark on his left eye. "Another fight with her?" He didn't respond. Instead, he nodded. "What're you wearing?" He clenches the comforter tighter. I pull it down slightly to see the shirt had blood on its collar. "I'll be back, okay??" He sat up and looked at me still silent.

I come back with a white shirt and some old boxers of his and pass it to M/N. "Thanks, Otis" "Are you ok?" I look at him and sigh. He sits back on the bed and apologizes. "I'm sorry, You're the only person I could've came to. I won't be a bother in a bit" I take the warm, wet rag and lifted his shirt up. There was dried blood on his chest and neck so I quickly wiped it off for him. "You aren't a bother, o-ok? You can stay" I stuttered out.

He was ready to argue with me about it but I quickly walked away to throw his blood stained clothes and rag in my laundry bin. A silence fell upon us. The 2nd one I've been in today. But this was different. It was comfortable. I quickly threw on my pajamas as I scooted into bed with him. A arm was flung over my body.

Sunday Morning

"Im Back, Jean!" I hear from my room. I hadn't invited anyone over so it must've been for my mum. I moved slightly and was met with M/N being awake too. I felt him bring a hand up and place it on the back of my neck. He rubbed softy. I had no idea what was going on but it was nice. It was really nice.

"I know you were with Victoria, Otis" He said softly, his voice still kinda deep. "How?" He scooted down further in the bed, laying his head on my chest. "Perfume. I could smell her perfume. But enough of her. Lets stay like this, please?" M/N held my waist softly. A small “okay” was all I could muster before sinking into his touch.

This is nice. This is very nice. I ran my hand on his arm that was littered in scars. Most were from her, his mother. Others were either from childhood accidents or from sports. Sometimes, I truly wonder if we can be together forever.

Well. Only one way to find out. "M/N?" A small hum came from him as he looked at me. "Can I hold you?" With a small smile, he mutters a yes before leaning into my body. A wrap my arms around him before kissing him right under his eye. "Lets get a place somewhere"

M/N's eyes fluttered a bit before he finally said something. "Okay, after grade 12, lets do it. Just me, you, and a apartment or something" After that day, me and M/N started to work more. I made money from my sessions aswell as tutoring a few kids after class. M/N picked up a job at a local restaurant. After about a year, we had enough money to buy a place. During said year, Dad pitched in and lended us some (pity) money. Mom did the same thing too.

We only had one more year. One more year untill M/N would be safe with me holding him every single day.

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Authors Note-

Sorry for being gone on and off!! I’ve been trying to make cash but I’ll make sure to try to get requests out over the next couple weeks!!! Please commission me for art or bigger fan-fiction projects :33

[thethreeeyed-raven]

hi could you do a ruby matthews from sex education x g!p g!p fútbol reader enemies to lovers trope?

Angst to fluff

If so here’s my request: y/n is a new transfer student and has a class with ruby and it was y/n who started their rival/hate for each other on accident. Then as time went on they began to get closer slowly, then at a party y/n drunkly confesses to ruby how much she likes her then ruby says she feels the same but then ruby is too afraid to go public, so y/n agrees to be a secret (you could add smut after if you want up to you!) As time goes on y/n starts to get annoyed because ruby in public starts to treat her crap and acts as if they’re still enemies. So y/n got fed up and confronted Ruby about it in front of the untouchables which Ruby tries to deny everything which leads to y/n saying they’re over and leaves. To which leads to y/n not going to school for a while which worries ruby, so then ruby goes to her house and finds out that y/n moved (for whatever family or financial reason) which causes her to breakdown and stuff. Then after weeks of trying to find y/n she does and then ruby explains why she did what she did then the fluff happens then the end

Im so sorry this request was long😭😭 I’ve just been thinking about it for a while now I just needed to get it off my chest LMAOO

over.

navigation | warnings : mentions of sex, slight homophobia?, ruby being a bitch, angst | a/n : hopefully you enjoy! (i did. change a few things) | tags : @lost-in-fiction-like-ur-mom , @fangsp1der-2099 , @knight-of-flowerss

You weren't sure when you made an enemy of Ruby Matthew's, or when you began to catch feelings for her.

Ruby Matthew's wasn't sure when she made an enemy of you, or when she began to catch feelings for you.

Ruby and You started a secret relationship a few months ago, emphasis on the secret.

It all started when you drunkenly confessed to her at a party, not expecting her to take you into a closet and give u the best fuck you've ever had.

Being in a relationship with Ruby came as a shock to you. At school in front of others, she was mean and spiteful, but when it was just you two...it was different.

Cuddling and kissing was quite frequent, whereas in front of her friends, you were both pretending to hate each other.

But you were getting tired of pretending.

You approached Ruby with confidence, deciding that today you would confront her.

"Ruby."

All three of them turned to look at you, Ruby looking slightly surprised and Olivia and Anwar clearly not trying to hide their disgust.

"What do you want?" Ruby replied brazenly.

"I want to talk." You said as you adjusted the strap of your backpack.

Olivia and Anwar looked at Ruby expectantly.

"About what?"

You rolled your eyes, why was she being so difficult? "You know what. And I'd personally like to do this in private."

"Whatever you have to say, you can say it here." She motioned to her two friends, then crossed her arms.

To say you were angry was an understatement.

"Fine." You stepped closer. "Me and Ruby have been in a relationship for exactly four months, since Otis Milburn's surprisingly alright party, when she took me into a closet and fucked me like she meant it. And I don't want it to be a secret anymore."

You reveled in the sight of Anwar and Olivia's appalled expressions, until your gaze fell on Ruby, who looked crushed. You felt slightly guilty but then you realised she deserved it.

"And now it's over between us."

[ficnation]

Thank you so much for the tag, hun! @drabbles-mc 💖 It made my day 🥰

Rules: reveal the titles of the documents in your WIP folder and tag as many people as there are documents. Let others ask questions about the ones that interest them and post snippets or explain the contents as you see fit! (unfortunately I don't think i know that many people 😭)

WIP Game

“Way Down We Go” Chapter 6: Facing the Strangers - Rick Grimes; Shane Walsh

“The Heart Wants What It Wants” Chapter 2: A Sweet Connection - Angel Reyes

“She” Chapter 4: The Secrets She Keeps - Angel Reyes

One More Ride - Daryl Dixon

The Cockroach: Chapter 3 - Negan Smith; Lucille Smith

Unexpected - Negan Smith

Just a Man - Joel Miller

Unnamed Project 1 - Diego Hargreeves

Baby Talk 2 - Daryl Dixon

Power - Shane Walsh

May We Meet Again - Ivar Ragnarsson

Negan?

Otis Milburn Fluff Alphabet

Consolation - Miguel Galindo

Family - Miguel Galindo x Oceteva! Reader

Happy Lowman x Reader

EZ Reyes x Reader? Angel Reyes x Reader?

Feel free to send in asks about any of the fics above 🙏🏻💖 I love talking to y'all!

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and anyone else who wants to participate! ✨

[no1spice]

we’re working on it...

- So, second fanfic let’s go!! just started watching sex education from the beginning, AGAIN and I remembered just how much I love Otis so... WARNINGS: awkwardness, smut, language 

Have fun reading I guess...

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The sun reflected against the river next to Otis’ house, clouds cascading over the sky like a blanket, letting the blue slip through in soft gaps. Sitting on the grass next to Otis holding his hand and chatting, enjoying the peace and tranquility of nature. You shuffled closer to him resting your head on his shoulder you moved your conjoined hands to rest on his thigh and he froze up.

“What’s up? You alright?” You asked sitting up properly and moving your hands away from his thigh. “I can stop if you want?”

“No its alright...just caught me off guard..” he replied looking at you and smiling softly at you, the sun was hitting you perfectly, making your eyes seemingly glow in the light. “Do you wanna go back to my house? it’s getting really warm and you’re literally wearing a jumper.”

“Yes please...I  knew it was a bad idea to wear it but it was cold this morning!!” you explained, sighing and standing up, taking his hand and yanking up then jogging off.

“Oi! don’t be so aggressive,” he chuckled, chasing after you, climbing up the many stairs to get to the decking, you bumped into the gate and fumbled with the latch. Otis came up the stairs behind you and bumped into the back of you. “you need some help there?” 

He asked, waiting for you to reply which you didn’t, still trying with the latch. 

“you need to get a new gate...this is so annoying oh my god.” you were starting to give up when he reached under your arms and did the latch first try, he was leaning over your shoulder and the two of you were pressed against each other. you were stood silently as he was pressed to you, you were slightly blushing but you tried your best to say something, “...t-thank you,” you managed to say. Otis realised what he was doing and you saw him pull back. 

You grabbed his hand and pulled him through the gate then through his porch door. “Jean we’re back!!” you announced walking towards the stairs. There wasn’t a reply, you just assumed she’d gone out since her car was missing from the front of the house. “were home alone...”

“yep, what do you wanna do?” he asked as you walked upstairs towards his room, you pushed his door open, grabbing the handle before it slammed into his wall. He stood next to one of the support beams leaning against it, as you shut his door softly, sliding the lock to the right.

“Well...we could...” you suggested, it took him a second to realise what you were talking about and then his face began tinging pink, “We don’t have to!!”

“No I want to...I’m ready...”He replied, he’d moved from the support beam to sitting on his bed, the two of you’d been together for almost 5 months now and you’ve made out a lot and you’ve obviously touched each other. You’d tried to have sex once but Jean walked in and the two of you hadn’t want it to happen again so you waited for the perfect moment when you were home alone, which was now. You climbed onto his lap and kissed him, softly to begin with then more and more passionately. His hands found their way to your back and rested there as you pushed him gently backwards so that he was laying down. You were on top of him, pressing yourself against him, you could feel his cock growing hard as you kissed him, “Are you ready?” you asked.

“Yes, 100% ready.” he replied, very confidently which caught you off guard to be honest. You reached down to his shirt as he reached up to yours, you quickly removed his shirt and he did the same for you, he undid his belt and flung if off to one side. You pulled off his trousers and kept kissing him, he unclipped your bra and threw it in the same direction as his belt, you pulled down your jeans and let them drop off your ankles. Now the two of you were left in your underwear, you began grinding onto his cock through the thin fabric of your underwear, you could feel you were getting wet already as he kissed you. He flipped you over so now that he was on top, your legs wrapped around his hips as you tried to grind yourself against him, your hands went to his hair, pulling him down to you, kissing you. “I’m ready, i’m done with the teasing...” He said, letting go of you for a moment to pull his boxers down. Otis stood in front of you, in all his glory, you began gigging slightly, he was perfect...

“Don’t laugh at me!! I’m nervous okay?” he said

“I’m not laughing at you!! You’re just perfect! I mean it...” You replied, slipping your underwear down letting him look at you, being naked in front of Otis is scary but exciting. “Come over here, please.”

He got back on top of you, smiling down at you as you grinned back. “This is going to be so bad...” you said, it was both of your ACTUAL first times so you were nervous. Your hands found his hair once again and your legs wrapped around his hips, pulling his cock closer to your pussy, he pushed his cock inside of you slowly, you moaned into his mouth, kissing him to muffle yourself. You told him it was alright to move so he did, pumping in and out of you, you moaned quite loudly to be honest, he put one of his hands over your mouth to muffle your moans in case anyone heard from outside as the windows were wide open, you felt yourself relax into his touch, yet holding him close with your legs wrapped around him, you were shaking, you could feel yourself quivering at every kiss, his mouth trailed down to your collar bones, kissing and biting, leaving little red marks, he trailed down to your tits, biting the skin around your nipples, leaving hickeys there as well. he was still pumping in and out of you, you were moaning softly into his mouth, you pulled away from him for a second, “have you done this before?” you asked, then continued moaning, drooling.

“never,” he replied, panting, “just watched a lot of porn...”he admitted, you could feel him throbbing inside of you, you looked into his eyes, “cum on my tits, please...” you said confidently. “I don’t want a baby just yet Oti...”

“Alright....I’m gonna...I’m...” He was groaning as he pulled out of you, cumming on your tits, you felt his hot cum on your tits, as he rolled onto the bed next to you, looking at you, “Wow...” he said exasperatedly, “That wasn’t as bad as we expected, at least not for me...”

“That was amazing...holy shit,” you replied, “thank you for this...this was the best first time I could’ve ever asked for.” 

He grabbed a tissue from the tissue box next to his bed and whipped away the cum off your tits, “wow you’re such a gentleman.” you joked, kissing his cheek.

“I know I am ,just cleaning up my mess,” he replied laughing slightly, 

[avenging-fandoms]

i feel like otis would kiss you without any warning and then mumble on about how stupid he was for doing that but you'd roll your eyes and kiss him back while he was mid sentence. sndjjfjfjf

"hi mrs. milburn. i'm here to study with otis" you smile and she invites you in and you thank her.

"please, call me jean, darling" she says and you nod. "otis isn't home yet, but you're more welcome to wait here. would you like some tea?"

"that'd be great, thank you" you thank her and sit down at the table. "how's the baby? how's joy?" you ask and thank her quietly as she sets your mug in front of you.

"she's a doll, she's sleeping right now. so this is my relaxation time" she whispers and takes a sip from her mug. "how's school here, is it different from the states? are the kids at school nice to you?"

"for the most part. otis and eric are basically my only friends. besides this boy in my chemistry class, adam. he's sweet. quiet.. but he's nice" you smile and the keys in the door clanged.

otis pushed his way into the house and you turned around, setting your empty mug on the table. you smiled and otis returned one, jean smirking behind her sip. "sorry i'm late, had to help ruby with something real quick"

her name made your stomach jump, and jean noticed. "otis, yn just had a.. woman question for me. she'll be up to study in a few minutes darling" you look at her and she winks at you. otis nodded and headed up the stairs. "ruby. do you know her?"

"uh.. i-i know of her, yes. i know her and otis have been becoming closer" you put your mug in the sink and jean met you there. she tapped the counter and you hopped up, playing with your fingers. "mrs. milburn, is it weird to tell you that i have a major crush on your son?"

"oh darling i knew from the first time you came over" she tapped your thigh and you laughed. "but i saw your face when he said he was with her. you didn't like that"

"of course i didn't. ruby is popular. she's sexy, she's confident. she's all i want to be" you sigh and jean touches your chin.

"you are gorgeous, darling. and anyone, even otis, would be grateful to have you" you smile and hop down, thanking her as she rubbed your back.

"thank you, jean. and if joy starts to fuss, i got her. you enjoy your outside porch read" you smile and she groans and thanks you, hugging you tightly before grabbing a book, her mug and sitting on the porch.

you grabbed your backpack and took a deep breath, heading up to otis's room quietly with the baby monitor in hand. joy was still sound asleep, so you went into otis's room.

otis sat on the edge of his bed, math book in his lap and you took your shoes off and sat criss cross on his bed behind him. you took out your book, and he turned his body with his leg touching yours.

"this shouldn't be too difficult, but if you don't understand something, i'll help" otis smiled and you nodded, grabbing your pencil and you started to write.

"this is much different from the states" you mumble and he laughs, looking at you instead of the paper.

"is there anything you miss about the states?" otis asked and you looked at him, thinking. you didn't really miss anything, you liked it better in england.

"the food, maybe. but i could live without it. i like it so much better over here" you reply and he nods.

"anything in particular you really like over here?" otis asked and you took a deep breath. you closed your book and took a breath, letting it go and otis leaned forward to kiss you.

you blink slowly as he pulls away, putting it math book on his lap again. "i'm sorry, i shouldn't have done that. that was.. really dumb. we're here to study. right.. studying. not-not kiss-" otis rambled and you laugh under your breath, rolling your eyes and grabbing his face and kissing him again.

the kiss was slow, and his math book fell onto the floor on his feet. "ow" he mumbled and you laugh into his mouth, his hands holding your ribs. you grab his hands and push them lower to your hips, and you felt his breath hitch in his throat. "i don't.." he pulled away and you looked at each other. "i don't want to do anything just yet. if-if you want to do something"

"of course i want to do things with you, otis. but not all of it all at once" you smile and brush your hair out of your face. "can i ask you a question that has been weighing on me?"

"of course, what's up?"

"do you.. do you have feelings for ruby?" you asked and he looked at you, smiling.

"no, but i do have feelings for you" he admitted and you smile, leaning forward to kiss him again.

"we don't have to do anything today, maybe just making out?" you asked and he nods, and you laid on his bed. "fuck studying"

"yeah.. fuck studying" he grinned and you held his face, kissing him slowly as you grabbed his shirt to pull his body into you. you two did more than make out that day, but no one needed to know that. it was yours and otis's secret.

[pariahsparadise]

harry potter

marvel cinematic universe

outer banks

stranger things

misc. masterlist*

*includes characters from the chronicles of narnia, west side story, and dc!

requests are always open!

[mrs-barnes-library]

My Favorite Sex Education Fanfictions 🩺

Fluff : 🌺    Smut : 🔥    Angst : 😭    None : 🌲

The crossed out titles are for me, they are the texts I haven't read yet.

If you like these characters don't hesitate to check the new arrivals, I update every day according to my readings.

Otis Milburn :

As Planned 🌺

Sabotage 🌺

Ask Me I Won't Say No 🌺

Sweeter Than Cake 🌺

New Faces / New Feelings / New Confessions 🌺🔥

Meet The Parent / Caught In The Act 🔥

[multibic]

Imagine you and Otis dancing.

[ditch-witches]

asa butterfield x reader

request: wasn’t requested, but we wrote this in march and decided to post. we’re opening our inbox to other actors and characters, so feel free to send us a request :)

warnings: mentions of sex (slight), crude language, a family gathering

word count: ~2000

Your grandmother threw open her front door, hair in curlers to match her fuzzy pink slippers. Her face brightened at the sight of you, yet once her eyes fell to Asa it was like you were last year's ham. She nearly hooted in excitement before throwing her arms around him and dragging him inside, Asa’s face furrowing as he looked back at you. You smirked slightly, hanging your jacket on the already full coat tree by the door and kicking off your shoes before meandering through her gigantic house in search of your boyfriend. There were various cousins sprawled out around her living room and hanging out of the archway to the kitchen while watching whatever sport was on TV. 

You furrowed your brows at the group and half of them pointed down the hallway where a round of hollering and an old crackly radio was sounding off. You nodded and moved in the direction they sent you, turning a few corners before going through the sliding glass door in the back, spotting Asa being shown off to several of your uncles from different generations and your older cousins by your small grandmother. You sighed, coming out from behind them and capturing the attention of the group who greeted you with smiles and a few pinches on the arm. The stereotypical conversation questions were thrown around briefly: How is school? How’s the job? Are you hungry? 

Some of the guys were talking to Asa and shaking his hand a ridiculous amount until you finally had enough. “Oma, maybe you should go get ready?” You suggested, finally taking hold of Asa’s arm to pull him from her grasp. She inhaled sharply as if forgetting she was walking around in a housecoat while her guests continued to fill her house. You were sure Asa would already be overwhelmed, him being whisked off was not what you had expected, but he remained smiling, talking to whoever started conversations with him. You couldn’t really believe it but Asa was prospering. 

Before you knew it, the two of you were sat beside each other at a long table of most of your cousins, separate from the massive group of adults, passing food amongst yourself and talking over the polka music that seemed to always be playing from the radio in the living room. You leaned over to Asa as he passed you a basket of rolls. “Are you all right?” You whispered, passing the food again. 

He smiled at you slightly, his icy blue eyes seemingly lighting up even more. “Never better. Relax, okay?” He mumbled, sending you a wink. You hadn’t realized how tensed up you were as you dropped your shoulders at his words. If you weren’t surrounded by family members, you would have kissed him. The meal went on without ripples, listening to how people were doing in school and sitting through several of the members of the family closer to your age tell embarrassing stories about yourself to Asa like it had happened last week, not when you were three and still wearing Garanimals. 

“You’re Asa, right?” One of your middle school aged cousins asked from across the table. She put her chin in her hand, her makeup more intricate than you ever could master. He shook his head hesitantly. “You’re probably so good you don’t use protection. Am I right?” Her almost seductive glance and question made you choke on your water and Asa’s mouth dropped open a bit as the man beside her cackled heavily. 

“Oh, my God,” you breathed. “You can’t say that,” you hissed and she shrugged. 

Her eyes trailed him from across the table. “I don’t hear a ‘no’.” 

You groaned, telling Asa to ignore her through gritted teeth. “You should always use protection,” he answered instead, attempting to hold back his own laugh as you kicked him under the table, sending the man next to her into even greater fits of laughter. 

“Are you staying at oma’s tonight?” Another asked, thankfully one that hadn’t heard the previous topic. 

You chewed on the inside of your cheek, debating if it was too late to get a hotel. “No, I haven’t drawn a card yet…” You mumbled, trying not to alert Asa beside you. 

Your actions were for nothing as he piped up. “What is drawing a card?” 

At his question, several of the cousins attempted to answer at once, urging you to let him be the one to draw this time and you shook your head. “My grandmother has a deck of cards that have locations written on them and whenever there’s a family gathering, you draw a card to figure out where you’re staying. It’s because my dad’s generation all fought over who was staying with Uncle Mike,” you answered, closer to his ear to combat the several voices. “But we should just get a hotel room-” 

“That’s breaking the rules and you know it!” Another cousin yelled, pointing his fork at you. 

You shook your head. “You’re a grown ass man and you still want a shot at staying with Uncle Mike?” You almost snapped, making him shrug. 

“You’re just pissed because you never get it!” He snapped back. 

You shook your head almost dramatically. “What if I didn’t want to stay with Uncle Mike?” 

“Liar!” 

“I like staying with oma!” 

He sent you a sarcastic smile as if to call your bullshit. “Fine then, we’re taking bets on who has to sleep in the tent.” 

You had almost forgotten Asa was there until he piped up. “I have ten on you then,” he quipped and your heart slightly fluttered at him as your cousin pointed to him, leaning over the table aggressively to shake Asa’s hand as the other cousins began saying it was other people. One got up to grab an old pad of paper to take down the bets and you pinched the bridge of your nose between your index finger and thumb. Asa was loving every minute of this. 

After dinner, half of your great uncles were passed out on the couch and your grandmother was shuffling her beat up deck of cards, long past the date it should have been retired. Your heart began to beat slightly, the adrenaline rushing through you as you thought about the bets that were made and the possibility of having to sleep outdoors. You sat on the couch, watching closely as the deck was brought around, shuffled and fanned out for each of the kids. Meanwhile Asa leaned his elbows on his knees, playing Cat’s Cradle with one of your younger cousins. Your leg rested against his as you focused on the cards, maybe it wasn’t the chance that you would have to sleep in a beat up old tent, but rather the rush of competition. So far, most of the spaces in the upper level of your grandma’s house had been taken as well as the spots in your cousin’s. Uncle Mike’s had yet to be completely claimed and the tent still hung in the air. 

The deck came towards you, your grandmother swooping down slightly for the cousin that was entranced by the string game. She drew a card: the top bunk of one of many stacked beds at Uncle Mike’s. Her older brother cheered, knowing that you now had an even bigger chance of getting the tent. The deck was offered to Asa, your grandmother raising an eyebrow. “No, I don’t trust him,” you quickly stated, ignoring his sarcastically hurt expression. The deck was turned to you. “I love you, but you have some of the worst luck.” Your mind raced at what was left and then you realized that Asa would be sleeping with you. Then you prayed to whatever higher being could help you to not give you an upper floor. “We have a lot riding on this,” you muttered as she fanned the cards for you. You drew your card, quickly turning it over and snapping it around towards your cousins who all groaned at the fluent, swirling writing your grandma was known for. 

“Are you kidding!” 

“How?” 

“Fuck! I could have bought a ton of M&M’s with that money.” 

Your grandma whipped around to the last cousin to speak, yanking on his ear quickly and hissing, “Halt deinen Mund!” He put his hands up in defense looking at her with wide eyes and you smirked. 

“Yeah, Halt deinen Mund,” you mocked and she snapped her fingers at you, making you close your mouth quickly before she moved on. You all broke out into a fit of giggles silently, relieved that no one had the tent yet. The one who made the bet with Asa was who you hoped would get it, in all honesty. You finally let out a breath, relaxing completely. 

You snuggled into your seat, crossing your legs and throwing an arm around the section of the back of the couch where Asa was sitting. He leaned back, tucking under your arm slightly, raising an eyebrow in your direction. “And where did we get?” 

You handed him the card. “Oma’s back basement room. There’s a waterbed, but other than that, it’s a win.” 

He chuckled, flipping the card between his long fingers. “That could be fun,” he whispered slightly and you pushed his face away with your hand as he laughed. As the party died down enough that people were heading to their designated spots or out back to set piles of leaves on fire, you and Asa grabbed your bags and headed through the maze of a house to your room for the night and possibly the next. It really depended on how much Asa could actually take of your family. 

Your room was just off the retro bar that was always used around the winter holidays. You thanked whoever was looking out for you up above as you threw your bags down on one of the dated couches and peaked into the newly renovated bathroom. “So, how are you feeling?” You asked, putting your hands on your hips as he slipped his sweater over his head and readjusting his t-shirt. 

“I’m exhausted,” he stated, biting back a wide grin before plopping down into the middle of the bed, it sloshed around under his movements and he giggled slightly before laying back. You perked an eyebrow. “I’m ready. Fuck me on a waterbed,” he jeered, smirking up at you. 

He tucked his arms beneath his head, and you sent him a tilted expression. “You are so strange.”

[writing-imagines]

hii, can i get a sex ed ship? :)

im a girl, female, woman whatever, and im bi! I pretty introverted, or just really anxious all the time - we might never know. i have short brown hair, and im about 5''6.

i dont really have a lot of hobbies, i like hanging out with people and talking, just relaxing i guess. i am also pretty fun- if i say so myself- or at least i have a lot of fun!

i hope that's enough, i hope you're well!!

byeee

Hello! Request are technically closed, but I want to get back into writing so here you go. Also, I’m pretty stressed out with school so that’s why it’s taking a hot minute to post stuff!

I ship you with: Otis Milburn

•You two go together perfectly

•Not only is your height difference cute

•But your personalities match pretty well

•Otis likes that you love to just hang out and relax together

•He would much rather spend a night watching movies and talking with you than partying

•But on occasion, he’ll ask you to come to a party

•Whether you enjoy parties or not, you always get a kick out of seeing Otis dance poorly

•Seriously, he’s a terrible dancer

•But if you feel anxious during a party, Otis will stop whatever he’s doing to be with you

•He’ll hold our hand to let you know he is there for you or maybe take you outside for fresh air

•Otis will seriously do whatever he can to ease your anxiety

•We love a supportive boyfriend

•Jean absolutely adores you

•Otis has never brought home someone who was actually happy to speak to her

•So, when Otis introduced you two and you actually engaged with Jean, she knew you were a keeper

•She also loves that you treat her son well and how you dote on Joy as if she were your own baby sister

•Otis would never admit it, but seeing you play with Joy makes his heart feel like it’s going to explode because it’s so cute

•Overall, you’re a truly a wonderful couple

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requests are open for otis milburn x reader :)

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Not Ready | Otis Milburn

A/N: a little short but I didn’t know what else to do with this idea. BTW I would also love to take requests :)

Warning(s): talks about sexual intercourse

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“Morning Ms. Milburn” you reply after opening the door to the old history classroom. The new office Jean had created during her time in the school.

“Hi Dear, please come in, have a seat” Jean replied, pointing her to the chair in front of her desk.

You gladly walked in the office, closing the door behind you before sitting down on the seat.

“well, how may I help you today” Jean asks, picking up her journal that was full of notes from her other clients.

“um well...” you hesitated, unsure how to bring up the conversation about her son.

“it’s okay dear, take your time” Jean replies, the reassurance you needed to gather the courage to continue.

You let out a deep breathe before continuing, “well, yesterday Otis and I were…in his room…you know in the moment. And usually when we were in intimate situations like those, he would be the nervous one. Cause he overthinks like all the time, but yesterday was different”

“different? How so” Jean asks.

“well, we were about to have sex and I backed out” you let out quickly, letting out a breath after the words released. 

“okay, and why did yo-“

“I don’t know okay. It’s not that I don’t want to have sex or anything. Cause I do. But I just felt…so nervous..like…when I felt him unzipping the zipper from my pants, I was scared. Like he was gonna force me to do it or tha-I know Otis would never but I don’t know why I felt this. I never felt like this in other situations. And after it all happened, I basically had a nervous break down and couldn’t even talk to Otis. Which made him angry for some reason and we got into this huge fight and that’s why you saw me leave the house all angry and shit.” You didn’t realize your hands were shaking until you saw them.

“was this the first time you felt this way” Jean asks you politely.

“well yes, because usually when we’re in intimate situations, we both know we aren’t going all the way. But yesterday, I guess I both knew we were about to go all the way and maybe I got nervous”

“Hey, its completely fine to get nervous in situations like these. Especially when it’s your first time. But the way you explain it to me, it sounds to me like you’re not just yet ready to do it. Which is completely alright. I think you need to tell Otis about this, I’m sure he’ll understand”

“yeah I guess your right. Will I ever be ready, or will I always get nervous like this”

“I assure you dear, you won’t always feel like this. But it’s good to tell your partner how you’re feeling, so if this happens again, he knows exactly how to help you”

You took in Jeans words, letting them sink in. She was right, you knew that, you had to tell Otis. Smiling at the lady in front of you, “thank you so much”

“no problem” you hear her reply as you close the door behind you as you walk out the office.

Walking through the halls, your eyes fall on Otis, who was already watching you. Looks like he saw you walking in Jeans office. You let out a breath before making your way to him. “hey” you say as you got beside him.

When you received no reply back, you roll your eyes, knowing how stubborn Otis can be at times. “can we please talk”

Otis let out a sign before nodding his head. He closed his locker, letting you connect your hands, leading you outside to a private place you both knew no one comes. Usually couples come here to make out or have sex but thankfully it was empty right now.

You leaned against the concert wall, Otis standing in front of you with an eyebrow raised, waiting for you to speak up. ‘god he can be so intimidating sometimes’ you thought.

Playing with your fingers, you didn’t know how to bring up the conversation. You felt overwhelmed, nervous how he would react if you told him his girlfriend is scared to have sex. She probably would be for a while. You felt your heart beginning to race as you thought how he would react, what if he broke up with you. The thought cause tears to build up in your eyes, and soon you realized you were sobbing in front of him.

All the anger Otis had, all melted away. How could he be angry when the love of his life was crying in front of him, that too because of him. “hey hey hey, it’s okay baby” Otis says quietly, pulling the girl in for a hug, while she sobbed in his chest. After a few minutes you calmed down, releasing your hands around Otis’s waist falling as you saw the wetness of his shirt from your tears. “I’m sorry” you reply, looking down

“I should be the one to say sorry. I can’t believe I got mad at you yesterday, you clearly weren’t ready and I couldn’t understand that. I’m really sorry baby, I love you so much. If you don’t ever want to have sex, I don’t care, I just want to be with you.“

Otis’s words brought tears to fall in your eyes again. “I just got nervous. I talked to your mom and she said I wasn’t ready just yet to do it. And I think she’s right”

“it’s okay, are you still mad at me”

Shaking your head, you look up to see him smiling at you. “I was just scared you’d break up with me“

“I would never” he says before bringing you in for another hug.

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don’t think, just do | otis milburn

you decide to take the plunge with otis.

A/N: happy valentine’s season! this was kinda a vent of my fear of relationships tbh :) hopefully i’ll eventually get over it

“Hey,” Otis calls, “Y/N?”

You turn around hesitantly. He’s been wanting to talk to you for a while, and you’re incredibly aware of two things: firstly, that Valentine’s Day is approaching, and secondly, there’s something between the two of you.

Whatever it was, it was hard to define.

“Hey,” you smile at the ocean-eyed cutie.

He fiddles with his hands, you notice, and there’s a rising feeling in your stomach. “Please,” your thoughts beg,” ask for me because I’m too much of a pussy, even though you’re, like, the second biggest pussy (no offence, it’s actually really endearing). Or please don’t ask because I’m scared.”

You thought that this agonizing whirl of too many emotions that Otis made you feel was the worst feeling to do with all of this - your infatuation and daydreams and fear of making it happen outside of your head - but it wasn’t.

Having what you finally want and still being scared of the outcome was the worst feeling. This is exactly why you kept it in your head.

Relationships aren’t meant to be scary; you’re only young and they’re no biggie to everyone else. But being you, and feeling too much, at an uncontrollable intensity, and having a tendency to overthink everything, relationships were terrifying. A massive commitment.

“Hi,” Otis beams, “I- uh, was wondering if you wanted to hang out on Friday.”

“Friday... the 14th?” you question.

“Yeah,” Otis replies, “thankfully it’s not Friday the 13th, because I kinda need good luck right now.”

You knew exactly what you meant, and you simultaneously loved and loathed his obvious feelings for you. It could be so fucking easy. Anyone else would be over the moon.

Just friends wasn’t an option. Your brain functioned in an ‘all or nothing’ way and you hated it.

“I’m free,” you say, “what’d ya wanna do?” you ask anxiously.

“Wanna be my valentine?”

It’s so abrupt. You’d never imagined it like this. Otis was usually so shy and awkward, but you guessed that it was a nervous outburst.

You were over-analysing again.

What do I want? I want to be his valentine. Then say yes. But-

Fuck it.

“It’d be an honour, Otis Milburn.”

An uncontrollable grin tugs at your blazing cheeks.

“Danke, meine Leibe.”

“What?”

“I-It’s German. I’ll see you later.”