#adam groff x reader

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"Oh my God!" Y/N said as he found Adam Groff in the abandoned toilet in school, dick at large and hard as fucking steel. Y/N could practically see the drops of precum leaking through Adam's underwear.

"What? Get out! No, wait. Don't go. Help me." Adam said.

"No, way. After you sent that nasty video all over school. I know it was you."

"So?"

"So...I'm not gonna help you. Your cock can explode for all I care." Y/N turned to go.

"No, wait! Please? It hurts. Really bad." Adam said.

"Not my problem."

"Please?"

Y/N sighed. "What did you take?"

"Viagra."

"How much?"

"Three."

"Jesus's Christ, mate. The fuck is wrong with you?" Y/N said.

"I was nervous, alright? Headmaster's son with an elephant cock. What am I supposed to do?" Adam asked.

"Stroke it off and blow a load." Y/N jokes.

"Oh, piss off, mate."

"Fine." Y/N turns to go.

"No, wait. Please? I need your help."

"What do you want me to do? Wrap my lips around it and suck till you blow your jizz?"

"Yes! God, yes!" Adam moans.

"Fine. But you own me." Y/N said.

[bumblesimagines]

“ if my mom comes in, tell her you're my boyfriend/girlfriend. “

“ it's only awkward if you make it awkward. so don't make it awkward. “

maeve wiley

“ if my mom comes in, tell her you're my boyfriend/girlfriend. “

“ it's only awkward if you make it awkward. so don't make it awkward. “

"I'm surprised you chose to stay the night. Is it possible that the Maeve Wiley's ice-cold heart is melting?" You nuzzled your cheek into the pillow, eyes still droopy with sleep and voice heavy with exhaustion. Maeve dropping by the previous night had been a surprise, but her willingly staying the night without being asked had been an even bigger shock.

"In your dreams, Groff," Maeve murmured just as tiredly and you finally parted your eyes to look at her. Her eye makeup was smudged and her blonde and pink hair stuck out in different places. You snorted softly and reached out to drag your fingers through her hair, feeling the soft strands slip through your fingers. Maeve pushed her face further into the pillow to hide the smile forming on her face. You could hear plates clinking and clattering downstairs, signaling your parents had likely woken up. 

"Want me to bring something up for you? An apple? Orange? Blood and tears of helpless children?" You moved up into a sitting position and gazed down at her, smiling at the way she giggled into the blue fabric. She slipped her arms around the pillow, far too relaxed for a girl who refused to let even Otis know she was banging the headmaster's kid, and tilted her head toward you to speak. 

"I'll get breakfast later."

"An apple then." You stood up and retrieved your pajama pants off the carpeted floor, slipping them on and walking around the bed. Grabbing the doorknob, you turned back to look at the blonde. "If my mom comes in, tell her you're my girlfriend. She wouldn't really understand this whole... benefits thing."

"What?" Maeve's head shot up from the pillow and she scrambled upward, the bed creaking heavily under her movements. "Why would your mom be coming into your room?"

"I don't know, Maeve. Probably to see if I have any laundry I haven't done yet." 

"I can't just have a chat with your mom while I'm in your bed, (Y/N). Have you seen me? I told you what happened with Jackson and his parents. She'll think you lost your mind!" Maeve slipped out of bed and collected her clothes, putting them on as quickly as possible. You watched her rapid, albeit frantic, movements and arched a brow.

"My parents may be old-fashioned but mom is a sweetheart. Trust me, raising Adam has made her very indifferent to things." You chuckled softly. "Besides, it's only awkward if you make it awkward. So don't make it awkward."

"Easy for you to say. You're not the one who was snuck into a house."

"Maeve, breathe." You chuckled, dropping your hand from the doorknob and gently cupping her face. "Come have breakfast with us. I'll ask Mom to tell Dad and Adam to behave. You'll be fine, I promise."

[patrickswhore]

Adam Groff X Male reader

A/N: how come there’s no Adam x male reader fics out there? So here’s one about Adam getting a punk bf at military school.

The ride from my house to the school was about two hours. Two hours of absolute silence apart from my dads occasional huffs and puffs as cars speed by us on the highway. My mother wasn’t saying a thing, only staring out the window, exactly like I was. The only difference was, her gaze was one filled with regret and sorrow, mine was empty and void of all emotion. I had trained myself to be hard to read as to not have anyone figure me out. Military school… fucking military school, it was a load of horse shit, but at least I would be away from my dad.

I shut the trunk and slung my duffle bag over my shoulder. I hugged my mom and looked to my dad who just stared back before getting in the car without a word.

I walked with the two uniform clad men as we walked to the big hall we were to all sleep in. We walked by the court yard, I looked to the left and saw a guy about my age on the ground doing push-ups as a correctional officer was shouting at him. He had (hair color) and that was about the only thing I got to see before the court yard ended in a brick wall.

I was unpacking when the guy I had seen outside walked in, his buzz cut hair wet from sweat. He took short breaths before looking to me. We locked eyes for a moment before I looked away. He put his arms over his head as he walked towards me. I was definitely bigger then him by the looks of it, so if he was trouble, I would tubble him in seconds.

He sat down on the bunk next to mine, kicking off his boots and grabbing a nearby towel, he threw the cloth over his head and laid down, his breaths were less short and irregular as he was starting to catch his breath. I couldn’t hold myself back from watching his chest rise and fall as he became less tense.

“You new i suppose?”

He suddenly spoke up from behind the towel.

“ yeah.. just arrived”

He sat up removing the towel, he was… very handsome..

“I’m (Y/N), got sent here bc of behaviour and attitude problems. What about you?”

“Adam, got sent here for a bunch of small fuck ups”

“Bummer… well this place is a fucking shithole”

“I saw you doing push-ups in the court yard, what did you do?”

“Oh you saw! Well I told the general to get fucked and that I thought he was an imperialistic count and that he could suck my cock and choke”

“Wow, harsh”

Was what I wanted to say, but all the noice that came out was a little:

“Oh”

“Yeah so had to do like 100 push-ups, I was practically dead when I reached the goal but my arms are getting bigger”

He pulled up his sleeve and flexed his bicep, it was that there was no doubt that this guy was strong.

“Also all the extra sit ups are paying off”

He stood and pulled his shirt out his pants, showing off his stomach which had the outline of a growing six pack plastered in the middle.

I would be lying if I said I wasn’t turn on by that. I had an instant sexual attraction to him as he stood there, looking at himself In the reflection on the window. I quickly crossed my legs, hoping to hide the growing erection.

“Well Adam, I recon we should start to move outside before we get another punishment for staying in our rooms too long”

“Yeah sure, I’ll umm I’ll meet you outside in a minute, just need to get some things first”

“Suit yourself”

He smiled before walking outside, as soon as I heard the door slam behind me I let out a giant breath, looking down at my now fully erect penis. Fuck.

“Present! Arm!”

We did as told, hoping from left to right, swinging around the massive weapon they had laid in our hands. (Y/N) had been so kind as to take me under his wing as he helped me navigate the endless commands, but he was a trouble maker at heart and not like me who just constantly fucks up. No, this boy was calculated and did every misdeed with a level of planing which impressed me.

On one faithful morning, we were sitting in the dining hall, eating our oatmeal as usual. (Y/N) had a new target. A guy named Sam, he was a ripe dickhead and (Y/N) wanted to make him pay, and of course I was in on it.

He leaned in over the table to whisper something to me.

“Okay I’ll start throwing the oatmeal and you just go with the flow”

I nodded and continued poking my breakfast with the spoon.

Splat! One spoon full hit Sam in the back of his bald head. He turned around in anger.

“Who the fuck did that?! Was it you (L/N)?!”

“Does it look like it was fucking me you thick headed prick?!”

Sam scoffed and turned around before another spoonful hit the back of his head. He stood up, throwing his oatmeal at (Y/N). He ducked and it hit the guy behind him, starting an all out food war in the cafeteria.

(Y/N) grabbed my hand as we quickly snuck out before the officers could catch us in the mess.

We ran to the court yard before hiding behind the brick wall. We sat on the ground laughing and catching our breaths.

(Y/N) whipped a single tear from laughter as he looked at me with such a sweet smile.

“Wait sit still” he said, lifting his hand to my face as he whipped a bit of oatmeal from my cheek. His fingers lingered as we stared into each other’s eyes. It was now or never, I leaned in and kissed him. Just a short kiss on the lips as he was now palming my cheek. I pulled him back into another kiss, slowly laying him down on the ground as I got on top, our lips never parting. His one hand stayed on my cheek and the other drove up my shirt as our make out suasion continued.

“U-hum!”

We quickly parted and looked up into the eyes of our disciplinary officer… fuck

I looked over to the empty bunk besides mine, a small sigh leaving my lungs as I zipped up my duffel bag. Of course we had gotten kicked out, (Y/N) had been sent home about an hour ago and my parents were on the way. I stood up, feeling a small crinkle in my back pocket.

I shoved my hand down there and fished up a piece of paper. It said:

“Call me when you get home xx ;)”

And a then a phone number at the end. I smiled and put the paper back before heading out.

[writing-imagines]

Hey, Could I have a Sex Ed ship? I’m a 5’8 afab Nonbinary person and a gay demiromantic. My pronouns are he/they & I’m not out to anyone but close friends. I’m into psychology and I’m studying to be a therapist myself! Im not good at opening up to people much and I struggle with trauma but once I trust someone I really show myself. Im shy but once you get to know me I’m really outgoing!

Hi! I’m so sorry this took 65 years to complete, but here it is! I also hope your therapist journey is going well! Mine has been rough, but I wouldn’t trade it for the world (even though I complain about it frequently)

I ship you with: Adam Groff

•Adam definitely had a crush on you for years but never said anything

•He would go through spurts of picking on you to express his feelings

•The poor boy was definitely raised with the “if they’re mean to you that means they like you” mindset

•It wasn’t until after his break up with Eric that he felt comfortable enough to talk to you

•Of course you tried to ignore him, but he was everywhere and looked like a lost puppy

•It took a while but you eventually warmed up to Adam

•Of course he still struggled to openly talk about his feelings

•It took a few months, but eventually Adam became an open book with you

•It wasn’t until you came out to Adam that he felt safe to tell you his feelings for you

•It wasn’t long after that you two officially started dating

•Since Adam isn’t the best at behaving in public, you work with him on being more civil

•Like not licking the jelly from a donut off his hand and then touching things or vice versa

•You also help him become more comfortable with showing affection

•Adam realized that he actually likes holding your hand and giving you hugs

•Adam’s love language is gift giving

•So he’s always buying your favorite candy, drinks, and/or flowers

•Adam is a really great person and boyfriend

•You’re just the first person to actually understand him

•I would die for Adam Groff

[ficnation]

𝐒𝐄𝐗 𝐄𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

🍓 𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 🍓

♡ - fluff

● - angst

❧ - platonic

✿ - female reader

➼ - male reader

✦ 𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍

🍓 Imagines 🍓

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🍓 Headcanons 🍓

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[cedricssmile]

Break -  Adam Groff [ part 1 ]

summary: school dances, cigarettes', alcohol and a relationship that Adam is trying to get back on the right tracks, but it is a messy one. pairing: Adam Groff x Fem!Reader  warnings: smoking,  swearing, angst? and maybe just maybe a lil bit of fluff  word count:  requested: no this is one of my own  season: 1  [  PLEASE DO NOT TAKE OR TAKE CREDIT FOR ANY OF MY WORK ]  

[ MY GIF ] 

y/n didn't even want to go to the school dance but somehow Aimee was able to convince her to get dressed up and go, things used to be awkward between the two girls [ since Aimee was with Adam before y/n ] but as time went on their friendship became strong again and Aimee found herself a new guy.  Things between Adam and y/n weren’t bad nor great, Adam had been distant lately so y/n became distant too she could not deal him being the way he was.   “You are going to get out of this stupid robe and get that dress on and enjoy your time with me!” Aimee exclaimed.  “But I don’t want to go!”  “Too bad, I bought you this dress ages ago so you need to come there is no way of you getting out of this one.” Aimee pressed to her friend.   y/n looked up at Aimee and smiled slightly which made Aimee squeal with joy as she pulled y/n up from the lounge and pulled her towards the bathroom to get ready for the night a head.  **  “Nope, I change my mind I am going home.” y/n said as she went to put her keys back into the ignition.  “No, no you promised you would go. Steve is here and you promised.” Aimee said snagging the keys out of y/n’s hand.   “Now come on.”  “Fine.”  From what she could see the school was covered in gorgeous color light from head to toe, for once y/n actually thought the school was not shit which is a new thing.  The dress that Aimee had bought for y/n was meant to be a birthday gift but she said that she couldn’t wait until her birthday [ in two months ]. It was a beautiful lilac color that suited her skin tone so perfectly, she had somehow let Aimee do her hair make-up [ which didn’t turn out bad at all ]. y/n felt good about herself tonight she looked and felt gorgeous and it was true she look outstanding.  For the majority of the night y/n, Aimee and Steve spent their entire night dancing as much as the could, after the Otis escape of him saving a kids life and Adam doing what he does best apparently these [ pick fights with the guy y/n was dancing with along with his own father. ]   y/n hurried out of the hall needing to have a smoke to calm herself down, y/n hadn’t even said high to her boyfriend tonight, but after the scene that happened just now she knew it had to be done, she had to break it off with him.  “hello gorgeous.” Adam said as he walked over to y/n when he got to her, he wrapped his arms around he waist and pulled her body closer to his. She slightly smiled at the close contact that they had. y/n brought the smoke to her lips again.  “Hi.” She said back after she had blown the smoke out from her lips.  She threw the cigarette butt onto the ground and pulled herself away from Adam’s body. “What wrong?” Adam asked as he stepped closer to y/n.  “Don’t.” y/n said back  “Don’t do what.”  “You know what, what was that? Back inside of the gym, there was no need for you to punch that boy or your father.” y/n spat back, Adam visibly sunk after hearing y/n raise her voice slightly.   “Also where the bloody hell were you last night?” y/n asked again.  “Dad wouldn’t let me leave the house-.”  “Here we go again, more excuses. Not the first time.”    “Y/n, I’m sorry. I love you.” he said again and walked closer to y/n even more.   “What are we even doing anymore?” y/n asked  “We’re in a relationship.” Adam answered and grabbed y/n’s hands.   “Are we though, we haven’t seen each other properly in three weeks Adam.” y/n said sternly.   “So what is the point of keeping this relationship going?’ y/n asked as she looked Adam directly in the eye’s.   “W-what.” by now Adam had tears in his eye’s he didn’t want to hear what she had to say.  “I love you.” Adam said again and placed a hand upon y/n’s cheek.  “You can’t do this.”  “Well what else am I suppose to do then Adam! Wait until you think you can get over Aimee? Wait until you tell your father that you are with me? No I can’t do it anymore.” y/n said pushing Adam away.   He sighed and wiped the tears away from his eye’s. “So I guess this is it then?” Adam asked  y/n nodded her head with a yes slightly, she now had tears rolling down her face.  “S-so, everything that we have been through that’s just gone!” Adam yelled.  “After everything I have done for you!” He said again pointing at himself.  “You have made yourself so distant that I don’t even know what to do anymore Adam! And I am sick of it!” y/n yelled back this time.  “it’s not my fault that you are still in love with Aimee, it’s my fault that-.” y/n was cut off by Adam grabbing her cheeks with each hand and he kissed her passionately on the lips. “I love you okay and nothing is gonna change that, yeah Aimee and I we have out past and I still care for her but I love you! and only you.” Adam said once he pulled away from y/n.  “We have to take a break, and you know it Adam.”  “No, please don’t do this. I need you.”  “I love you.” He tried again.  “I’m sorry.” she said then kissed his cheek and walked away slowly from Adam.  “You okay love?” Aimee asked as she ran up to y/n.  “I told you I didn’t want to come, but yet you made me!” y/n yelled  “I want my keys!” Aimee gave the girl her keys and y/n ran off to her car leaving everyone that she cared about at the school.  

[gothicwidowsworld]

Otis Milburn #1

Imagine...

Otis having the biggest crush on Y/N Groff, and being completely shocked when the girl comes to the abandoned bathroom for help.

*gif's not mine credit to the original owner*

[imaginedisish]

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. 

[amazingphanisnotonfire-imagines]

Congrats on 2000! I just read your last Otis Milburn and it was great! So, 2, 24, 36 with Otis? Thank you❤️

“Can I have a hug?” You asked your friend Otis and he nodded, pulling you towards him. His arms wrapped around you and you smiled, feeling content. “Soooo.” You mumbled. 

“No, for the last time, I am not hiding in a cupboard with you.” He interrupted you and you groaned. 

“Why not?” You asked and stepped away from him. 

“Because I respect people’s privacy.” 

“Really?” You asked and raised an eyebrow. “Talking to people about their sex life doesn’t seem very private.” You mumbled. 

“I do it privately.” He argued and you rolled your eyes. “Why do you want to hide in his cupboard anyway?” 

“Errr. I wanna know if he likes me?” 

“Really?” He asked. 

“Okay. He’s being mean to Jade and I want to get some blackmail material.” You admitted.

“That sucks. I like Jade.” He replied and you nodded. 

“Yeah, I know.” You sighed. “Its fine. I’ll just think of something else.” 

“What if I tell you something about him?” 

“Yeah?” You asked, an excited smile appearing on your face. 

“But if I do, it did not come from me. Promise?” 

“Promise.” You said quickly. 

“Only a few people know this, but a couple of weeks ago he came to the clinic with his girlfriend because he’s scared to cum when he has sex.” He told you and you laughed loudly. 

“Why?” You asked through giggles. 

“Because he once touched himself and pissed when he came.” He explained and you snorted. 

“Otis Milburn. I could actually kiss you right now!” 

“Do it.” He said quickly and you both froze.

“What?” You asked. 

“I don’t know.” He replied. You moved closer to him and his breathing quickened. Your lips ghosted over his and you glanced up at him, asking for permission. He nodded and you smiled, before kissing him slowly. He pulled away first and you giggled at how red his cheeks were. “Do you wanna go on a date sometime?” He asked and you nodded quickly. “Do you wanna kiss again?” You laughed before nodding again, and kissing him sweetly. 

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Thank you so much!!! That means so much!!! I hope you like it! ❤️❤️

[onthepageoftears]

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

Please don’t plagiarize my work!

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.

[almostrealdudes]

Oof I watched sex education twice already, if you could do an otis x reader where maybe they go to the dance together and she confesses her feelings by saying, "I like me better when I'm with you" based on the song by Lauv. Or just anything otis tbh, work your magic 💖💖

first of all, what a great song! Second, I loved this request! I hope you enjoy it as much

warnings: none

word count: 2k (woah)

a/n: also FINE, i’ll start using Y/N in my writing because all this “avoiding the name” thing gets inconvenient, annoying, and gets in the way of the story. Still hate it thou lmao

Requests are open my dudes

Their relationship was complex. They were friends, best friends in fact. They felt nervous standing next to each other and sometimes when their hands touched by accident it would throw them off their rhythm. But they weren’t dating, no. Why would you think that? They’re friends. Best friends. Why would best friends date? It’s not like they have feelings for each other. No, they most certainly don’t. They’re friends.

Best friends.

“I hear you, Otis,” Y/N said suavely, rolling her eyes.

“Hear me or listen to me?” Otis specified, looking after her shoulder.

“Somewhere in between,” a smirk sneaked onto her face. She put her hands on the straps of her backpack for additional support.

“I’m just saying,” he gained a little speed and overtook her, “you should try for that college. We only live once and you most certainly have all the requirements.”

“And I’m just saying,” Y/N stopped in the hallway and turned on her heels to face Otis, “I don’t think I’m good enough to actually apply.”

“Hey dipshits,” a familiar voice rang out from across the whole, revealed to be Maeve who, along with Eric, was approaching the two of them. Otis gave Maeve and Eric a subtle wave in return as they came up. Maeve glanced the poster from across the room and wiggled her eyebrows.

“So?”

“What?” Y/N tilted her head in confusion.

“The dance!” Eric threw his hands up, putting a gestural emphasis on the word. “We’re going. Are you going?”

“To be miserable and alone? That would be an unnecessary thing to do,” Otis stated. Y/N shook her head submissively, agreeing with his point.

“Oh my god,” Eric opened his mouth and looked the pair up and down in utter shock. “They’re not serious,” his face slowly turned towards Maeve while his eyes rested on Otis and Y/N for the last moment before switching to Maeve completely. “Are they serious?”

“At this point, I’m not even surprised anymore,” Maeve crossed her hands, skeptically eyeing the pair in front of her.

“Guys,” Otis raised his hand in an attempt to draw attention, “are you interested in sharing, whatever it is that you’re discussing, with us?”

“Okay, let’s try this again.  Hey, Otis, hey Y/N. So, dance, huh?” Eric gestured to them, inducing to give an answer.

“I am so confused right now,” Y/N said, furrowing her eyebrows and watching as Eric covered his face with his palm in disappointment.

“We have to do everything for you, don’t we? Hi Eric, hi Maeve, yeah, we sure are going to the dance thank you for asking!” Eric mimicked.

“Oh. Oh, no,” Otis shared an embarrassed startled look with Y/N and started viciously shaking his head in denial, ‘why—why would we go? We’re—we’re not to—together or anything.”

“Yeah,” Y/N picked up, feeling her cheeks getting flaming hot, “it’s not—it’s not like that.”

“Bloody hell,” Maeve interrupted, “I’ve got places to be. Go. To the dance.”

She huffed and walked straight in between Otis and Y/N, pushing them apart. Eric, nodding, with a what she said look on his face, fixed his backpack and repeated Maeve’s actions, disappearing into the hallway, leaving two his red-faced embarrassed friends all by themselves.

“I mean,” Y/N said quietly, refusing to look up, “it’s whatever, right? We could go. Just cause.”

“Y—yeah,” Otis shrugged his shoulders, desperately trying to act casual, “I mean, yeah. We could go. Like a—a power friend couple.”

“Like a power friend couple,” she echoed, raising her gaze to be met with Otis’s and to synchronously look away again, already got cheeks feeling even hotter.

***

“Like a power friend couple? Otis, what is wrong with you, mate?”

Eric was sitting on Otis’s bed as the latter walked in circles around his room, fiddling with his fingers. He did invite Y/N, yes. Although, he didn’t exactly do it with the right message attached.

“Hey, I had to say something, okay? I couldn’t just invite her to the dance out of the blue with no context. Besides, “Otis stopped and raised his hands, “she agreed with me!”

Eric rolled his eyes and let out a tired sigh.

“Otis, Y/N likes you so much she’ll say yes to literally every single thing you say.”

Otis’s face curled into a weird impression as he theatrically shook Eric off, his voice raising a few octaves.

“What? No, Y/N doesn’t like me.”

“Otis, I see you do your sex therapy thing, where you say things that no person your age should ever even be familiar with, and then you say things that make me think like you have an alter ego, and that every time a discussion like this happens, the smart Otis leaves your body for the stupid alter-ego Otis to take his place and say some bullshit like Y/N doesn’t like me.”

“Thank you for this unnecessary long hyperbolized remark,” Otis uttered.

He walked up to his bed and flopped onto it, covering his face in his hands. Of course he liked Y/N. So much. He couldn’t lie to himself no matter how hard he would’ve tried. One Y/N’s breath in his direction was enough to send him to the moon, his mind into a haze and his heart into a fit of insanity. Not mentioning what accident touches did to his crotch.

But they were friends, close friends, for a long time. They were there for each other during the toughest times. They supported each other. They shared secrets, fears, and hopes. They trusted each other. All of this could be easily ruined with one unfitting ‘I like you.’ And although people say that there is a chance for recovery after a phrase like this in case of a failure, they unlikely know what they are talking about. Because to speak to a person who you know likes you and to not like him in return or, what is worse, to speak to a person you like who you know doesn’t like you back – is a devastating feeling. And Otis wasn’t sure if he was capable of taking that risk.

“I just,” he mumbled into his hands, “I don’t want to mess it up.”

“To mess what up?” Eric sat closer to Otis, watching him rub his face in frustration.

“Everything! The relationship, our bond. The last thing I would want is to make it awkward between us.”

Otis sat up sharply, studying his knees. Numerous thoughts were flashing through his head: all the possible ways of him confessing or trying to confess his feelings to Y/N and all the possible terrible outcomes of it. Actually, he saw no positive outcomes whatsoever. They all were just a compilation of her looking at him awkwardly, not knowing what to say, and even thinking about it was turning Otis inside out.

“There is zero chance Y/N doesn’t like you back,” Eric said, looking at him reassuringly.

“It’s just all I see is her smiling apologetically at me while years of our friendship come crumbling down.”

“Listen,” Eric put a hand on Otis’s shoulder and looked him sincerely in the eyes, “it’s better to regret something you did than to regret something you didn’t do.”

Otis returned Eric’s look and rubbed his thighs anxiously. Eric was right. It was all or nothing.

***

The dancehall was filled talking and laughing teenagers. They wandered around, gathered in groups, waved at each other, screamed, squealed, jumped, and hugged. The room was charged with festive energy and adolescent mischief. It was a mix of glossed lips, gelled haircuts, perfumes, and ruffles.

Otis and Y/N stood aside, against the wall, holding cups of punch as the students danced to the light pop music tunes. Y/N was staring down into the insides of her cup, feeling the weight of anxiety pressing down on her. Otis’s lips were pressed into a thin line.

“I don’t recognize a third of all these people,” she said with a little smirk, wishing to lighten up to mood.

“Well, it’s a great party opportunity,” Otis chuckled.

“Right, you should know all about those, party animal, “Y/N jokingly pushed Otis’s shoulder. He smiled shyly, gradually relaxing to the conversation.

“Hey, what do you know? Maybe I live a second secret life of the party.”

She laughed out loud, causing Otis to laugh in return. Y/N shook her head in disbelief, while Otis nodded rapidly, disagreeing with her silently.

“Sure, I can totally see you,” Y/N pointed her finger at his chest, “with glow sticks and all that. Crazy.”

“Stop judging my wild lifestyle and drink your punch, smartass.”

“I actually don’t even know why I have it, I don’t drink,” she looked at her cup in confusion.

“Me neither.”

Sharing a glance, they both burst out laughing. The ice between them finally melted, letting them finally be themselves with each other.

“We’re terrible at this,” Y/N said resignedly.

“Yeah. But it’s the thought that counts, right?”

Before she could say anything, the music slowed down. People in the room started pairing up and spreading across the dance floor in embraces. The sight of it sent another wave of anxiety over Otis, reminding him of what he was planning to do tonight. He gulped, feeling his heart speeding up, his body heating up suddenly. He let out a shaky sigh, mentally urging himself to say something. Before he could, he felt Y/N’s eyes on him.

“Let’s dance,” she said with sudden determination.

“I—um,” Otis didn’t manage to say anything before Y/N set their cups aside and grabbed his hand.

“C’mon, life is too short. Might as well take risks and dance at a school party.”

Her hand was soft and warm. Otis cursed his nerves for causing his palms to sweat. This was not going according to plan at all. How could he ever be prepared for something like this? All it took was one light touch for him to completely forget all the phrases he was rehearsing at home. All the right words dissolved into nothing, leaving him speechless and breathless.

She was so beautiful. Her dress fit her perfectly. Hair framed her blushing cheeks. Her bright eyes, illuminated under the disco lights, watched him in shy excitement as she led him to the dance floor, cautiously moving back. As they reached the spot, she slowly slid her hands up his shoulders. Otis slowly put his hands on her waist, feeling his heart racing in his chest. With her so close to him, everything else faded away, leaving them the only ones dancing in the room. God, he loved her so much. It was no or never.

“Y/N—“

“Otis, I have to tell you something,” Y/N interrupted him out of nowhere, her fingers lightly squeezing his shoulders. “I rehearsed this a million times and almost chickened out, but I can’t keep it to myself anymore.”

She looked away, afraid to meet with Otis’s gaze.

“You’re my best friend, Otis. I care about you so so much, and the last thing I’d want is to lose you, but there’s something that I need you to know, and if I don’t say it, I will literally explode. Okay, I’m rambling now, sorry,” she took a shaky breath and continued, “I know I am not perfect. I have issues, I mess up constantly. But you still hang out with me, help me solve my problems, listen to me complain. Whenever I’m having a hard time, you’re always there to comfort me. Whenever I doubt myself, you’re always there to prove me wrong. You calm me down, you always support me, even if the entire world is against me. Okay, where am I going with this?” she looked at her feet, breathing fast. “What—what I’m trying to say is that—I am far away from perfect. But I like me better when I’m with you. I like you, Otis. More than a friend.”

Y/N finally raised her gaze and met with Otis’s shocked face, his eyes wide-open. Fear pierced her body, she started panicking, stepping away from him.

“There, that’s it. I just wanted to say it. You don’t have to say anything, especially if you don’t feel the same way. It doesn’t matter, nothing will change, I just wanted to let you know—“

Otis didn’t let her finish, rapidly pressing his lips to hers. His firmly grabbed her wrists, bringing her closer to him. Y/N squealed from surprise, but quickly kissed Otis back, grabbing him by his jacket. Magically, all the people around them seemed to disappear, even the music wasn’t playing anymore.

Being overwhelmed, they were out of breath quickly, breaking the kiss to catch some air. Their breath was unsteady and trembling, as they looked at each other, slowly catching up with the reality.

“I’m sorry, I—I should’ve been faster,” Otis whispered, “with the kiss.”

“That’s okay. Better later than never.” She whispered back. Otis examined Y/N’s face, unable to control the happiness that was streaming out of him.

“I like you too, Y/N. So much. You have no idea.”

“I think I get the concept,” she giggled, smiling warmly. Otis returned the look, squeezing her hands in his.

“Looks like this party just got a thousand times better.”

[moordales-blog]

oi oi i died but here i am, back at it again. would you lot still be interested in some fics ? cos ill write them anyway lmao

[starrywatermelon]

Fandoms I write about/People I write about II

This is a second part because I have more fandoms I wanna write about 🥺

Anne with an E

Anne Shirley Cuthbert

Gilbert Blythe

Diana Barry

Jerry Baynard

Sky High

Warren Peace

Layla Williams

Magenta

The Office

Jim Halpert

Pam Beesly

Dwight Schrute

Sex Education

Maeve Wiley

Aimee Gibbs

Jackson Marchetti

Adam Groff

Ola Nyman

Lily Iglehart

Victorious

Jade West

Beck Oliver

Andre Harris

Tori Vega

Cat Valentine

Heathers

Veronica Sawyer

Heather Chandler

Heather Duke

Heather McNamara

I will NOT write

* Yandere

* Any type of non-con

* Smut

* Character x Character

I will write

* Headcanons

* Prompts if you send them

* Small imagines based on songs

* Au (ex. Old Timey au)

My work will usually be gender neutral unless I specify (ex. ____ x Fem! Reader). Feel free to send in requests when they’re opened!

I might keep updating this list (since I’m jumping into so many fandoms)

You can find the first list here <3

[patrickswhore]

✨Masterlist✨ ⛔️currently under constriction⛔️

A/N: I added a few unoffical titels to help distinguish the stories, Also this is the first masterlist I’ve ever made so it might be a bit of a mess and it’s all male reader😂

Request post

Harry potter

Diary of a whimpy Kid

Rodrick Heffley:

Childhood best friends to lovers (Headcons)

Wild party 

Peaky Blinders:

Alfie Solomos: 

Mute Love

A Shelby and Alfie Solomons

strubbon man

John Shelby:

John Shelby x Male Reader 

Thomas Shelby:

Tommy Shelby X Male reader

Donnie Darko:

Backyard fun

Talking head

You’re insane 

Once upon a time:

Jefferson X Male Reader

Twillight:

Garrett X male reader

Emmett Cullen X Male Reader (light Smut)

Carlisle Cullen X male reader

Sex Education:

Adam Groff X Male reader

Star wars:

General Hux X Male Reader

Pirates of the Caribbean:

James Norrington x male reader

Resident Evil 8

Karl Heisenberg X Male reader

Inglorious basterds

Donny Donowitz X Male reader

[writing-imagines]

Hey could I get a Sex Education ship? I’m a girl and I’m extremely lazy, I’m also really short 😭, I like guys and girls I really don’t care and I have medium length dark brown hair with bangs. 💓

Here you go❤️

I ship you with: Adam Groff

•First of all, the height difference between the two of you is adorable

•Adam can easily pick you up when he gives you a hug

•He gives you plenty of forehead kisses too

•Most days he walks you home from school

•Believe it or not, your friends and family actually like Adam, even when he messes up

•Adam is generally pretty lazy too, so most of your dates involve watching tv and movies for hours

•Sometimes if he has had a bad day, Adam brings you to the junk yard to smash stuff

•Usually on the walk home, he will tell you why he had such a bad day

•You know it’s hard for Adam to talk about his feelings, so you pay close attention to what he says

•Adam isn’t the best listener or the best boyfriend in the world, but he tries for you

[bookwormdeen]

Requests Open

Requests Open

Hello!

These can be pairing with Reader, OC (fanfic or one-shot) or just one-shot without pairing (just the character).

I do dates special (b-days, Christmas, etc)

Smut (Only in some cases), Dark themes: Allowed.  I like polemic, yes! Feminism, Gender questions, Politic, Health. All of it. The world is a lot of things, writing has to be too. Plus, art is here to help.

I value things that run from stereotypes or cliche. So your character can be LGBTQI +, Black... Anything really. I don’t wanna just white perfect characters. I want different.  Because different is far more challenging and fun to write.

I am taking requests with the following characters:

TV Shows

Daredevil: Foggy Nelson; Benjamin Poindexter, Matt Murdock, Vladimir Ranskahov

The Originals: Kol, Klaus, Elijah

Vampire Diaries: Damon, Kai Parker

Vienna Blood: Max Liebermann

The Punisher: Billy Russo.

The Witcher: Jaskier, Cahir, Lazlo

The Order:Hamish Duke, Randall 

Justified: Tim Gutterson

Limitless: Bryan Flinch

Ragnarok: Fjor Jutul, Laurentis

Dark: Jonas, Magnus Nielsen

Peaky Blinders: Thomas Shelby, Michael Gray

Amazing Spider-Man: Ben Reilly (Scarlet Spider), Peter Parker, Alistair Smyte, Miles Morales

A Discovery of Witches: Marcus Whitmore 

Merlin: Merlin, Arthur, Mordred, Gwaine, Lancelot

Grimm: Nick Burkhardt

Good Wife: Cary Agos, Finn Polmar

Star Trek: Spock, Khan, James Kirk, *Data

Dusk Till Dawn: Richard Geko, Seth Gecko

Glee: Sam Evans

Scream: Noah Foster, Gustavo Acosta, Eli Hudson, Will Belmont

Hannibal: Hannibal Lecter

Money Heist (La Casa de Papel): Berlim

The Good Doctor: Shaun Murphy, Neil Melendez, Alex Park

Castlevania: Adrian Tepes, Trevor Belmont

Clone Wars: Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin Skywalker

Sex Education: Otis, Adam Groff, Eric

Movies

Marvel: Loki, Bucky (Winter Soldier), Peter Parker, Sam Wilson, Bruce Banner, Doctor Strange, Quicksilver, Black Panther, Harry Osborn

DC: Bruce Wayne, Scarecrow, Joker

Ex Machina: Caleb Smith

Riot Club: Miles Richards, Dimitri Mitropoulos, Guy Bellingfield, James Leighton

1917: Blake, Scholfield

Narnia: Edmund Pevensie, Peter Pevensie, Caspian 

Hobbit: Legolas, Thorin, Thranduil 

Fantastic Beasts: Newt Scamander, Theseus Scamander

6 Underground: 4, 6, 7

HP: Draco Malfoy

Game of Thrones: Robb Stark

Maze Runner: Newt, Gally

Characters 

Iron Fist Austen: Mr Darcy, Mr Tilney, Sidney Park, Frederick Wentworth

Noah Centineo

PS: Here are listed only man but you can ask woman too (I don’t know which ones to put, there are much more than these ones).

Ships

Crossover ships are accepted too!

Davina x Kol

Mr Darcy x Elizabeth

Mr Tilney x Catherine Morland

Anne x Gilbert

Sidney Park x Charlotte

Matt Murdock x Karen Page

Billy Russo x Krista Dumont

Amy March x Laurie

Rich Gecko x Kate Fuller

Anastasia x Dimitri

I love AUs and crossovers: like HP meets Narnia, or something like that. Ask about Actors are good too. 

Free Stories 

These ones I pretend to write more of it or remake it. These will be long fanfics. Feel free to share ideas. If you want a one-shot involving these TV shows or movies is good too. 

Obs: Some of them may be only in my Wattpad account. * @lucy_beau

The Alienist; Dirk Gently; Northanger Abbey; Sherlock, Sanditon; The Adventures of Tintin; Chained; Fallet; Ripper Street; Byzantium, Jumanji; Carrie Pilby; Vallerian; The Name of The Rose, Crimpson Peak; Revenge; Red Sparrow; Hookup Plan; The Ottoman Lieutnant

Free Ask:

Saw a thing and want a fanfic? Send me the idea. The movie is bad but could be good? Let’s write it. Want a prompt but can’t write? Maybe I can do it. Send it to me!

Free fanfics or stories have a limited number of chapters: 20.

Obs: I don’t do terror. Horror? Yes. 

SEND!!!!

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Need some help getting ideas? Look here: Prompts