#otis milburn fanfic

[scully-2-mulder]

Ablaze

Synopsis: After a fire reduced her house to ashes, Stella Gibson has nowhere to live. She's almost eight months pregnant alone and she has to start everything over again. But she can count on the support of her sister and her son to help her through those hard times.

I had this idea for a very long time in my head and I finally wrote it down. I hope you’ll like and I’d be elated to have some feedbacks if you have any!

💕🔥

[gender-sucks]

I am once again on here complaining about a certain ship not getting fan fiction. WHY HAS NO ONE WROTE ANY FANFIC WITH COLIN AND EMILY THIS IS A CRIME. Please someone write some and tell me how to find them fnksnfhskndh

[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

[imaginedisish]

I’m definitely going to be posting again tonight. Let me know what you guys want to see!!!!

I write for a lot so please request. Also feel free to ask me to continue things. I’ve been away for a while and I’m not sure what you guys are interested in at this point :))

Although....I really wanna write another Tenet one shot, or even possibly start a story😬

(oh also, I’ll write for Call Me By Your Name, I don’t think I ever mentioned that)

[cruel-summerxy]

fresh fruit for the summer // otis milburn x reader smut

summary: y/n moved with her grandpa for the summer, she meets a boy who catches her eye and things get heated.

word count: 3247

warning: smut 

tagged: @ruefulposts @langdonzvoid @octobeers @eiresworld @serenityxyoongi @denisseziga @bbhanii @zoeyswriting @alionundermyskin @moonlightchalamet @thegirlwiththeimpala @8-bitllunar 

y/n was embarrassed, real embarrassed. otis and eric invited her out, but that wasn't the problem. the problem was that they were out in the city and they decided to ride bikes. 

here's the thing, y/n didn't know how to ride one. yeah it's a basic thing she should have learned, but she missed out. her parents were always busy and as an only child it left her no choice but to not learn.

"come on y/n. we don't have all day, do you want to get lunch or not?" eric asked annoyed.

"yeah, but…."

. .. …

all types of fruits and veggies surrounded her; from apricots to zucchinis. y/n enjoyed working at her grandfather's little stand. during the summer she always headed off and helped out, it was better than staying at home with nothing to do.

that's how she met eric and otis, through her grandfather's stand. at first she'd treat them like normal customers, but they caught her attention. eric was obviously way more up front;  and otis, oh poor otis. he would stutter and blush whenever y/n talked to him. 

"hey there," a soft voice cracked. she looked up and noticed to boys.

"well, how much food do you two eat? it's your third time this week," y/n teased.

"well otis here loves kiwis."

the smaller boy furrowed his eyebrows in annoyance and embarrassment. 

"so that's your name, different. and what's yours?"

"eric, not very different though. at least not compared to this one. I do have a 'C' in my name, but no 'K'." 

"good to know," y/n turned to otis, "i'm guessing you have no 'K' in yours either?"

otis smiled and shook his head.

"so do you work here all the time?" eric wondered.

"only during breaks. summer's here so you're stuck with me for a long time," y/n smiled.

"you don't live here?" otis asked.

"nope, i'm with my grandfather at the moment."

"ohh you're from america aren't ya?" eric asked excitedly. y/n smiled at his enthusiasm, he always seemed to be excited.

"yup, i'm from america. I gotta say though, it's pretty cool here."

"is it though?" otis mumbled.

"yes. you guys are way nicer," she confessed. both of the boys agreed. 

"you've got any friends?" eric asked.

otis bumped into him, "eric, that's none of our business."

"oh it's fine," y/n laughed, "I currently have no friends."

eric's eyes widened. he had been telling otis that they needed more friends, especially since him and maeve hung out a lot.

"well then it's settled me and otis will be your mates" 

"are you sure? I could be a serial killer," y/n teased. 

"even better! you could put me out of my misery." 

y/n laughed, she liked how eric and her could just exchange jokes like that. she was happy that they had decided to actually talk to her this time around.

"what do you think otis? you want to be my friend?" y/n questioned the quite boy. his check began to resemble a tomato, making y/n laugh.

"yeah, fine by me." otis uttered. 

"when's your next day of y/n?" eric wondered. otis parted and began to look around the stand, paying no attention to their new friend. 

"tuesday, why?" she asked as an elderly couple approached.

"just wanna take you out. it's so hot, do you not have a fan?" eric fanned himself. 

"it is," otis intervened. 

"not really, where I'm from it gets to 100 degrees."

the boys looked at her confused. 

"fahrenheit, my bad."

"americans, am I right?" eric asked to no one in particular. 

"I've got to meet up with maeve," otis said.

y/n rang them and they were in their way. she smiled, finally some people her age.

. ..

"you've got to be kidding me eric. i've got better things than hanging out with the american whose only here for the summer." otis said annoyed. 

eric rolled his eyes, "okay that's a lie and you know it. either way, y/n, that's her name otis, needs friends. how would you feel if didn't have any?"

"well…"

"exactly. it's nice to have a friend, plus I've seen you look at her, you thinks she's pretty."

otis rolled his and stayed quiet. there was no use in arguing with his friend. 

they got on a bus, making their way to a certain fruit and vegetable stand. its was tuesday and eric has planned a trip to the city, he wanted to show her around.

"she's nice," eric said after a while. 

"she seems like it," otis replied. he wasn't really paying attention though, he was probably texting maeve.

"come on mate," eric huffed, "she'll be fine without you for a day."

eric took otis's phone, surprisingly otis didn't fight back.

"you didn't even tell her we were taking her out, she's not going to be there. we don't have her number," otis grumbled.

"I told her, you were literally there." eric disclosed. otis remained quiet.

. ..

"come on y/n. we don't have all day, do you want to get lunch or not?" 

"yeah, but…."

"you okay?" otis asked worriedly. 

"I don't know how to ride a bike…" she revealed sheepishly.

eric gave her a look, as if saying "are you serious?" he proceeded to burst out laughing. 

"eric, don't be a prick." otis scolded.

"she's 17 and doesn't know how to ride a bloody bike. I'm telling you, americans are something else."

"it's an american thing, it's a me thing," y/n laughed. 

"if it makes you feel any better, eric didn't learn until two summers ago." otis informed.

"oh wow. your one to talk the eric." y/n teased.

"hey, I learned… and so are you." eric said smiling. 

"she's is?" otis asked.

"I am?" you said at the same time. 

"yes, but first were eating. I don't want to faint in this heat."

the three of them head to a cafe nearby. along the way eric would something out and otis would follow with a cool fact. it was a good dynamic, y/n felt good. 

"y'know you not knowing how to ride a bike is saving us some money. we might be able to afford a dessert now." eric said.

. .

"this is delicious! ten out of ten would recommend." y/n said happily. 

"I told you," eric spoke.

"it was alright, next time we should go to another one." otis commented.

y/n smiled at his comment. she now knew that otis wanted to hang out again.

"oh whatever," eric rolled his eyes.

"what I'm just saying! the other place has fresh fruit, wouldn't that be better for summer y/n?" 

"I have to agree, the fruit could've been better." 

"oh what do you two know?"

"y/n literally sells fruit, I think she knows a thing or two." otis scoffed.

"yeah eric, come one." she added to the conversation. otis and y/n continued to push eric's buttons. the pair interchanging jokes and taking turns.

. ..

"why are we going back home? I thought we were showing y/n around." otis huffed.

"we have got something more important to do," eric said seriously, "we've got to teach y/n how to ride a bike."

"nope. that's a no for me," y/n quickly stepped into the conversation.

they took a seat, the bus engine began and they headed back into town. 

"why?" eric groaned.

"because back home my friends tried and I sprained my wrist, thats why." y/n explained.

otis snorted, trying to hold in a laugh. eric didn't care and full on laughed, tears welding his eyes. 

"oh shut up, both of you."

"are your serious?" otis asked. y/n snorted and nodded, otis laughed. 

she bit her lip and nodded, "everytime I pop my wrists they hurt."

"wait you pop your wrists even though it hurts? just don't pop them dummy!" eric intervened.

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                  .. 

"this is a mistake. if my grandpa were to see this he'd be flipping shit!" 

"oi well good thing he's not here y/n," eric rolled his eyes.

y/n tightened her helmet. how on earth was she letting them do this to her? hadn't she learned her lesson past time?

"I really don't want to do this!" y/n complained. 

otis snorted, "then get off y/n."

"hey, stop it otis! she had to learn!"

y/n got off the bike, decide that enough was enough. the two boys looked at her.

"I'd live to learn to learn the whole riding a bike thing but I'm late for a thing. see y'all later!" y/n shouted.

"y'all? we're in fucking europe and you say y'all!" eric shouted back.

. ..

"sorry I'm late! I didn't realize how fast time passed!" 

"it's okay darling," her grandpa smiled. He pointed to the door, y/n completely confused. She quickly remembered that they were supposed to go to her aunt's house. 

"well at least they live down two streets."

"is walking so hard now?" her grandpa teased. 

they chattered as they walked down the street. they were on the driveway when her aunt came out, looking just so excited.

"y/n! I'm so happy you're here! it's been so long!" her aunt pushed her into a hug.

"it's been a week aunt!" she laughed.

"well come on in!" the over-excited aunt motioned. y/n quickly entered the home, her grandpa right behind. y/n let out a sigh as she felt the cool air hit her skin.

"hello," y/n greeted her uncle. he smiled politely, he wasn't one for hugs.

they all sat in the kitchen, talking about random things. y/n's gaze never left her aunt though. she could tell that her highlight of the week was whenever she and grandpa visited and that made y/n sad. 

"well we should eat, I don't want the food to go cold!" her aunt clapped her hands. 

y/n was still full, but anything for her aunt. they had seen each other about five times, but she was just so nice and cool. 

"adam! come downstairs!" her uncle shouted. knowing adam, he would not come down at all.

"I'll go get him," y/n volunteered. her aunt gave her a thanks and y/n went up. she entered the hallway and stared at the photo that were hung up. from the outside the family looked perfect.

she came to the door and called her cousin's name out. no response was given so she decided to open the door.

"fuck me, fuck me." 

y/n's mouth widened. she was met with moans and adam with his hand doing a repeated motion.

"oh my god. is that gay porn?" y/n whispered.

adam's head snapped her way, quickly covering himself. 

"what the fuck are you doing here?" he shrieked. 

her cheeks became red. she should have been running off but she couldn't, her legs would not move!  she didn't answer his answer and ran off.

"you okay?" her grandpa asked.

"I- yeah. I just forgot that some people were coming over to give me something back. I should get going!" y/n stuttered. she could not risk seeing adam again. 

"ohh that's okay. just come by tomorrow yn," her aunt smiled.

she wasted no time and she was off. 

.                                .

               .

she sighed in pleasure. finally, a moment with silence. the stand had been busy the entire day, eric had also came by and boy did that boy know how to talk. 

y/n took off her shoes and sat on the couch. she was about to turn on the tv when someone knocked.

" 'm going," y/n huffed.

otis came into view. he looked, distressed? she quickly let him in, not really knowing how he knew where she lived.

"what's wrong otis?" 

he didn't answer and just paced around the living room, his lip between his teeth. 

"y/n am I ugly? do I have a bad personality?" otis asked desperate.

"no? you're far from being ugly, why? not to be rude or anything but you come to my house and ask that, why?"

"it's just maeve seems to not like me! I've tried everything!" otis uttered.

"I… let's go upstairs, my grandpa is almost home." 

otis agreed and followed her. she was surprised he had tried "everything" with that girl maeve. otis didn't strike her as one to tell his crush how he feels.

otis sat on her bed dramatically. 

"why does no one like me?" he said out loud to no one in particular. 

the whole thing really broke her heart. from what she could tell, otis really like maeve.

"alot of girl like you otis."

"ha, name one y/n." he snapped.

"well that's not really fair. I only know miss reid and I'm like eighty percent sure that she's married."

otis did not laugh.

"okay, come here." she patted to the other side of the bed. he followed instructions. y/n  strattled him, placing her hands on his shoulders.

"what are you doing?" he coughed. his cheeks were completely red. 

"I like you otis."

she placed her lips on his, giving him a small kiss. surprisingly, otis reciprocated. they're lips moved in sync. y/n decided to take it a step further and lightly bit his lip.

his hand was now on y/n's waist, it felt good. she kissed back, harder. otis slowly put his hand on her ass, making her smile.

she pushed him down and climbed on top of him. it was getting harder to breath but they couldn't pull away. she stealthily moved his hips against otis, causing him to moan.

her name escaped otis' lips. his dick began to harden, her movement feeling magical. he continued kissing her. 

y/n reached to touch his hair, pulling on it lightly. she needed him, her pussy becoming wet with each kiss. the electricity that rushed in her veins was too much, y/n needed him.

"I want you, I need to be in you." otis moaned in between her kiss. she moaned, she liked that he was being so directive. 

they quickly discarded their jeans. she removed her shirt, her breasts coming into view. y/n quickly took off her bra, her boobs in front if otis. he emitted a moan, he had no idea that this was what they'd be doing when he had made his way to her house.

"you want me otis? you want my wet pussy, you want to fuck me?" y/n whispered into his ear. chills press throughout his body. somehow his dick became harder, it rested on his stomach. she looked down and noticed the precum, she like her lips.

"please y/n. I need you…" His chest was heaving, and he was red. otis's dick needed the attention. 

y/n decided to go on, she took off her panties in a slow manner. her pussy came into otis's sight, he could see how wet she was, she was dripping. otis was holding in a moan.

she placed herself on top of the boy, moaned at the pure sight of his dick being near her. he was at a normal length, enough for her pussy to take in. 

"you ready?" 

otis moaned in response, y/n laughed. she wrapped her hand around otis's shaft causing him to moan right away. she gave it a few tugs, each time making otis moan loudly.

she removed her hand, otis whimpering right away. he needed some type of relief. 

"I've got you otis. you're gonna feel so good right now."

she eagerly lifted herself down. the tip of otis cock touched her body and moans were released. she slowly pushed herself onto him, his dick pulsing inside her.

otis laid his hand on y/n's waist, gripping it and leaving a red color. otis's length hit her perfectly. she bottomed out, he missed the warmth already. 

his member entered once again, her fold taking all of him in again. otis sneered something else though. He quickly flipped her. she was now laying and he in top.

"I need you," he moaned quietly into her neck. his dick entered, y/n rolled her eyes in absolute bliss. otis picked up the pace, he was well concentrated. it caught him off guard, he somehow knew what to do (he thanked all the porn he had watched for research)

y/n moaned loudly, her nails scratching otis's back. her hips began to meet otis in the middle.

"need to touch my tits. please," she whimpered. otis complied and pinched them, y/n responded right away.  he began kissing her neck, creeping his way to her breasts; he kisses bith and then began sucking on her left one.

"your cock feels so good in me otis! fuck!" y/n cursed. she could feel his balls hitting her was, she moaned at the feeling. 

otis could feel his orgasm coming up. his eyes went to her cunt, he could see her beautiful pussy and her juices. he changed his position, his hips now rubbing her clit. y/n let out a moan causing otis go faster. 

the sensation left y/n without breath. his cock was hitting her perfectly. her clit was continuously being rubbed with each thurst.

"I'm gonna come." otis huffed. he removed himself from y/n, tugging on his member.

"me too, oh god!" y/n groaned in pleasure. as if on cue they both came at the same time. y/n fell onto otis, breathing heavily. otis remained there, his eyes closed with exhaustion. 

"listen here you little sh- ohh my god! did you and otis just fuck!"

they both look at the door and see adam. neither otis nor y/n say anything. how had y/n forgotten to lock her door?

suddenly she took in what was happening. 

"get out you dumbass!" y/n screeched. she got the book in her nightstand and threw it at the moron in front of her.

"ahh- I'm going sheesh!" adam whined. 

"how… why is he here? how do you know him?" otis whispered.

"he's my cousin," y/n explained. 

otis stood up abruptly, scaring y/n. he quickly located his clothes and began to put them on.

"what are you doing?"

"I'm leaving. adam will kill me." he stuttered. 

y/n wrapped herself in a blanket and got up. 

"he's not going to do anything. he doesn't care. if you really think about, were barely even related. I've only met the guy like twice."

otis rolled on his jeans, barely even listening to y/n. he was clearly still on panic mode.

"otis, he left! his car isn't even here anymore!" y/n groaned.

only then otis stopped. he was clearly still shaken up. he had just lost his virginity and the first person he sees is adam bursting through the door.

"wait, you've only met him twice but he came in here threatening you?" otis pondered.

"I might have or might have not caught him watching porn and proceeded to run out." she said between her teeth. y/n was really trying not to relive those horrible, horrible moments. 

"but-"

"he clearly didn't want me to tell others. let's stop talking about it! the last thing I want to talk about is my cousin fucking jerking off!" y/n shouted embarrassed. 

part 2??

[ms-znodgrass]

No Chemistry in Biology

In which the reader experiences her first, rather short encounter with Otis since the party. 

Word count: 940 (sorry its short)

A/N: A part 3 to Sweeter than Cake. This is more of a filler part, I’ll be submitting the next part withing the next few days! PS: I haven’t proofread, churned this one out pretty quick. xo

(not my gif)

You sit down in Biology class and throw your books onto the table before you. You’d spent the past week being ignored, avoided and downright angry. It had been just under a week since you’d spoken to Otis, actually, it had been a week since Otis had spoken to you. You’d tried on several occasions to muster a ‘hello’, but Otis had sped away from you before you could even open your mouth. At lunchtimes, he was nowhere to be seen, after school he had cycled home before you’d even left the classroom.

Eric and Maeve were awkwardly in the middle of the situation, both not sure on what to do. Though one thing was for sure, they were both pissed at how he was treating you. They had both attempted to confront Otis about his behaviour on multiple occasions, but every time your name was mentioned the conversation was shut down and the topic changed.

Supposedly Otis was still pursuing his relationship with Ola, though you wouldn’t know considering not a single word was shared between you two. And though Eric and Maeve had spoken to him on a few occasions, he never shed light on his current relationship status.

Words couldn’t express your hurt. You were angry one minute, heartbroken the next. You didn’t know what was going on in your best friends’ life, and vice versa – many o your own tears had been shed over that fact.

You’re drawn from your daydream when Otis enters, and you both share a look. Its short lived, but it’s enough to pull your heart up to your throat. You blink away the fresh set of tears that build up in your eyes and open your book. He hastily walks to his designated seat, which happens to be the one in front of yours.

The lessons drags by slowly, each second seeming to pass even more sluggishly than the last. The rain tapping on the window is far more entertaining than the lesson unravelling before you. You were so absorbed in the weather – an incredibly boring concept – that you hadn’t noticed Maeve throwing pieces of paper at your head.

“Did you just hear that?” Maeve whispers, her concerned voice silenced a little by the sound of the video playing to the class. You shake your head, you hadn’t heard anything for the last twenty minutes. You were too focused on your thoughts.

“The project that is due tomorrow? Have you started?” She asks, chewing at the bubble-gum in her mouth.

“Project?” You ask, searching through your mind for any recollection of a biology project.

“The one on rivers. Weren’t you paired with Otis?” She asks, looking towards him. Shit. You remembered. The project you’d both agreed to do together. As a team. Together. The fact that you hadn’t started – because you’d forgotten all about it – was daunting now. You hadn’t spoken to each other for days and now you’d need to get together to complete a project due in less than 24 hours. You gulp.

“Do you reckon we could swap? Who are you paired with?” You ask her, biting at your nails.

“Jackson,” she tells you. And as soon as his name leaves her mouth you know she’s in no fit position to offer you a deal. She’s pretty smitten on this one. You look at her and sigh. “You know I’d do anything for you but I-“

“I don’t expect you to give up sexy Jackson,” you mumble. She laughs then, punching your arm lightly.

“Look, maybe this is a good thing. Maybe this is an opportunity,” she raises an eyebrow, resting on the back of your chair. Suddenly the clip is switched off and the teachers voice cuts through the air.

“So as I said, I want the projects completed for tomorrow mornings lesson. No excuses. No tears. No project? No grade.” He turns to the papers on his desk, stuffs them into his bag and leaves the classroom, yelling out “class dismissed” as he leaves.

You sit in your seat for a minute, waiting for Otis to turn to you. But when he begins to leave the classroom, you stand up. “Screw this,” you say to Maeve, rushing out of the classroom after him.

“Otis!” You yell, swerving through the crowd, hot on his trail. He continues walking, not slowly down, nor speeding up. Soon he’s at his locker, throwing some books inside and slamming it shut. It gives you an opportunity to close the distance between you and him, and you reach out for his arm.

He turns to face you, his blue eyes seemingly less vibrant, and his skin even more pale than normal. He looks exhausted. “We need to do this project,” you tell him, tone softer than you’d hoped. He sighs.

“I know. Look, I can do it tonight its fine.”

“No. It’s a joint effort,” you tell him. He blinks once, opens his mouth to say something yet nothing comes out. Instead he just stares at you. “Hello? Are you really not going to say anything?” Your voice raises a little now, not that you’d meant for it to.

“What do you want me to say?”

You don’t know how to react, anger clouds your vision and soon you just see red. You take a deep breath, calming yourself so that you begin to think rationally. After a moment passes, you look back up at him. “I’ll be at your house at six, you better order pizza.”

You don’t give him time to respond, instead you turn on your heel and begin your walk home, counting the minutes until six o’clock arrives.

tags: @ginnygrint @tonypetersteve @ladydragonpurplefire @mavencalorers @dreamer7black @professionalphangirluniverse @internetgremlin @alexandrathegreat3 @streetghostfighter07 @that-girl-named-alex @bethanystan @pandazlazykid @lovingmaximoff @saritaobrien @kawaiialicee

part 1: https://ms-znodgrass.tumblr.com/post/182357384907/sweeter-than-cake

part 2: https://ms-znodgrass.tumblr.com/post/182384267317/crossing-the-yellow-line

[onthepageoftears]

Sabotage (Otis Milburn x Reader)//Sex Education

A/N: I feel like I haven’t written for Otis in a while, but this request was pretty fun so I gave it a go! I switched it up a bit but it’s basically the same so yah enjoy! Leave me some feedback and comments if you can, it’s always appreciated! <3

Request: can you do an otis imagine where the reader goes on a date with another guy and otis keeps telling her it’s not a good idea. and then she gets stood up, and she calls maeve or eric bc she doesn’t wanna hear otis say i told you so. and then later that night otis shows up at her house with flowers and admits his feeling for her?? thank you!!!

Summary: For some reason, Otis Milburn really, really, really doesn’t want you to go on this date. And you just have to find out why.

Warnings: language, jealousy?, fluff/angst

Words: 1,384

Please Don’t Plagiarize My Work!

those blue eyes damn sonnn

“Y/N, do you…trust me?”

You frowned, turning to Otis with a quirk of your brow. You two were studying in the library, just seconds ago discussing the pop quiz that you were bound to have in class; now, Otis was looking at you with nervous, but still, eyes, waiting for your response.

“In what context?” You laughed, feeling uneasy about his seriousness. He cleared his throat and tapped his pencil on his notebook, avoiding your eyes.

“Your date. With Jeremy.”

You blinked. Otis hadn’t talked to you about your date, at least, not until now. You mentioned it to him casually, shortly after you said yes, and he simply shrugged it off. “What about it?”

“You shouldn’t go on it.”

That shook you. “What?” Otis never bothered to show interest in your dating life; you didn’t really have one, to be honest, but you never talked to him about the idea of having one, if that made sense. And the fact that Otis was bringing this up out of the blue, and with a negative tone…well, it threw you off guard.

Eric was the one you went to to talk about crushes and potential dates; he was the one you talked about your almost never-ending crush on the one and only Otis Milburn. It had taken you a long time to realize you liked Otis a lot more than a friend, and Eric was the one who helped you realize it. After pining over the oblivious boy, which never got you anywhere, Eric was the one to help you get yourself a date. One that wasn’t with Otis.

“I don’t think you should go on it.” Otis repeated. He was still avoiding your eyes, trailing his eraser along the notes he had just been taking.

“And why is that?” You were slightly amused, but slightly annoyed. It showed in your tone of voice, you noticed, as Otis bought his harsh blue eyes up to meet yours.

“It’s…confidential.”

You smirked, leaning your head on your hand. “Is it?”

“Yeah.” He cleared his throat, trailing his eyes to the smile tugging your lips upward. He flicked them back to his notebook, laying his pencil down and rolling his shoulders back. He looked at you, more confident this time. “Clinic business.”

You straightened your back, worry flooding your features. “Did Jeremy tell you something?”

Otis tried to ignore your change in stature, instead turning back to his notebook. “It’s confidential.”

“Confidential my ass.” You spoke, receiving a few shushes from your peers. You hunched into yourself, but kept your glare on the boy next to you. When he didn’t respond, you grabbed his notebook and dragged it away from him, making him turn back to you. “Tell me what you know.”

“I can’t.”

“You can.”

“I can’t.”

“Otis.” You gave him your usual ‘i will fuck you up’ glare, the one that always made him snap. But this time, he wouldn’t budge.

“Y/N.” He returned the glare, but his was more pleading. “Just trust me.”

You contemplated it. He was one of your best friends, and you knew he wouldn’t want you to get hurt. But then again, you didn’t need him to watch over you. You could take care of yourself, and you were sick of hiding in the shadows of not only the boy in front of you, but everyone else.

You leaned back in your seat and crossed your arms over your chest. “No.”

“What?”

“If you are so worried, you would tell me what was up. So, no.”

“Y/N-“

“I have to get to class,” you said, picking up your books and ignoring his frown.

“We still have time-“

“Yeah, but-“ you sent him a sickly sweet smile, gritting your teeth as you uttered: ”On time is late.”

There, you left Otis with his wide open mouth, nearly fuming out of your ears. You were going to forget about what Otis said, forget his bright blue eyes and fixated frown. You were going to enjoy your night, even if it killed you.

—

The date was great. Well, it wasn’t great, but it was fine. You found yourself enjoying the boy’s company, laughing at his jokes, even leaning in to give him a kiss on the cheek when he bought you home. But the whole time, something was off. Maybe you weren’t that into him. There wasn’t a lot of chemistry; it was almost like you two were friends for years, but that was it. Just friends. But a lot of your uneasiness could be blamed on Otis.

Why would he warn you not to go on a perfectly good date? Did you miss something? What could he have known that would be worthy enough to stop you from going?

You were asking yourself these questions all night, pacing your room and reliving the night you had. There was something off, and you had to get to the bottom of it.

The next day, you walked up to Otis’ locker with a stone face: you meant business. You leaned against the locker next to his and cleared your throat, making him close the locker with shifty eyes.

“Hey, Y/N-“

“My date was good. Great, actually. Thanks for asking.”

“I-“

“You know what wasn’t great? The fact that I was thinking about your little ‘warning’ all night. And the whole weekend. Thinking: why would my best friend want me to miss such a nice experience?”

“I can explain-“

“You better.”

Otis opened his mouth and watched the students passing by. He looked back at your frown, a look of defeat falling over his face. “Come on,” he grabbed your arm, dragging you into one of the nearby classrooms. Once he closed the door behind him, he let out a sigh.

“I overheard that he was going to pressure you into doing things you wouldn’t want to, and I just didn’t want you to get hurt.”

You watched his face, waiting for him to say something else. He just stared at the ground, the ceiling, anywhere but your eyes. With a clenched jaw, you crossed your arms over your chest.

“Bullshit.”

Otis scoffed. “Why don’t you trust me?”

“Because, Otis Milburn, I know when you’re lying. You of all people know that I would never let a guy pressure me, and I would be the first to kick his ass if he did.” You laughed at the way Otis shifted uncomfortably: he knew you were right. “God, it’s like you forget I’ve known you for years. I seriously can’t believe you would try this shit with me. Did you really think I would fall for that bullshit? You need to tell me the truth, right now. If you lie to me again I’m going to kick your ass, I swear to-“

“I like you!” He squeaked, fear flooding his face as soon as he said it. You blinked, slamming your mouth shut mid sentence.

“You…like me?” You watched as Otis only nodded, clutching the strap of his backpack for dear life.

“I have. For a while. And I heard you were going on a day and I freaked out. But I couldn’t tell you because you’re my-“

“Best friend.” You shook your head, a laugh escaping your lips as they formed into a smile.

“What are you laughing at?” Otis asked, exasperated.

“I’ve been struggling for years with a crush on you.” You blushed despite the confidence in your voice.

“You have?”

The two of you stood silent, smiling at each other like idiots. You laughed again, this time walking over to Otis and nudging him in the shoulder harshly.

“You sabotaged my date.”

He scratched the back of his head in shame. “I know, I shouldn’t have. I’m sorry.” 

You shrugged off the boy’s apology with a smirk, walking past him as the bell rang. “Whatever. Just try not to sabotage the next one.”

Otis’ face dropped, not even trying to mask his disappointment. “Next one?”

“Yeah. This boy’s a troublemaker.” You leaned against the door and smiled. “Heard he runs a sex clinic.”

Otis smiled back, finally catching on. “Oh, really?”

You feigned a thoughtful face as you pushed the door open. “Yeah. But if he lies to me again, I’ll kick his ass.”

“Naturally.”

[ohhthereuare]

many angry thoughts about this absolutely ridiculous season aside but do you know when i would actually bear the thought of maeve leaving to american just when things between otis and her, and also her home situation turned out okay?

if instead of saying now when asked when she was leaving she had said tomorrow

then if otis looked at her with that bewildered look of his but wouldn’t question it because he would know maybe it’s something that she needs and it’s a big opportunity for her and it has nothing to do with him actually. and they finally came clean about their feelings and her leaving cannot change it. and he would take her hand and say okay and stay the night, then? please? and she would purse her lips in a small smile and quietly say okay and they would both turn to look at eric and he would come down from the treehouse and leave them be (but not before giving maeve a big hug first). and they would come inside the quiet house maybe otis would awkwardly propose to make her tea and she would snicker but say sure. and they would go up to his room and sit on his bed and talk while holding hands. just talk like they had all the time in the world. and otis would tell her about being scared for his mother but weirdly excited about meeting his new sister. how he was afraid of being jealous but he just feels happy and excited for their new family. and maeve would tell him about being proud of erin for doing the right thing and about anne being wonderful in the most boring and cliche way a good parent can be. and finally they would approach the topic of her leaving and what it means for them and america may be on the other side of the world but it’s not the end of the world and there’s still so much that they want to share with each other and time zones are going to be a bitch but it’s only for a couple of months and they will make it work somehow. and then they would get quiet and would lean into one another and kiss and they would know this is the moment and both of them have imagined it somehow but they have changed so much but it’s still them. it’s still maeve that smirks and raises her eyebrows at him and ducks her head and bites her nails and he has loved her for so long. and it’s still otis that she has trusted and cared about and found comfort in and makes her feel at home because he somehow made his way into her heart as well. and they don’t know what the future will bring except that they want each other in it so they would cherish that moment and each other and kiss like there’s no tomorrow because in a way that’s true. and it would be everything that they wanted and needed for so long. they would try to memorize each other’s bodies and they would press kisses and smiles to skin and sometimes sink teeth to remember each other by for a bit longer. and they would both wonder why they had waited for so long but either way it was worth the wait. and when maeve would get up to leave in the morning, his t-shirt hanging a little awkwardly on her small frame but it feels right and she’s absolutely taking it with her, he would hold her face in his hands and say so this is goodbye and maeve would scrunch her nose at him and raise on her toes to meet his lips one last time (for now) and say no. it’s see you soon. the end of season 3 that we all deserved.

[summerslovelight]

The nightly struggle: Figuring out which fandom I want for my bedtime story. ♥️

[httpromanoffsworld]

Sobre quem vou escrever

Detroit: Become Human

Connor

Kara

Markus

Marvel

Bruce Banner

Bucky Barnes

Carol Danvers

Clint Barton

Kate Bishop

Natasha Romanoff

Peter Parker

Pietro Maximoff

Stephen Strange

Steve Rogers

Tony Stark

Thor

Wanda Maximoff

Yelena Belova

The Summer I Turned Pretty (O verão que mudou minha vida)

Belly Conklin

Conred Fisher

Jeremiah Fisher

Steven Conklin

Jurassic World

Owen Grady

Zach Mitchell

The Walking Dead

Carl Grimes

Daryl Dixon

Glenn Rhee

Maggie Greene

Michonne

Negan Smith

Rick Grimes

Rosita Espinosa

Stranger Things

Billy Hargrove

Eddie Munson

Nancy Wheeler

Jonathan Byers

Robin Buckley

Steve Harrington

Sex Education

Maeve Wiley

Otis Milburn

Ruby Matthews

Harry Potter Golden trio

Cedric Diggory

Draco Malfoy

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Gina Weasley

Harry Potter

Hermione Granger

Ron Weasley

Era dos Marotos

James Potter

Lily Evans

Regulus Black

Remo Lupin

Sirius Black

Animais fantásticos

Newt Scamander

Porpentina Goldstein

Queenie Goldstein

Theseus Scamander

Bridgertons

Anthony Bridgerton

Benedict Bridgerton

Colin Bridgerton

Simon Basset

Alice In Borderland

Ann

Arisu

Chishiya

Kuina

Usagi

Outer Banks

JJ Maybank

John B

Kiara Carrera

Pope Heyward

Rafe Cameron

Sarah Cameron

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[grayson-of-gotham]

Here it is. Chapter 3 of "being a romantic takes a hell of a lot of hope."

I've had a blast writing this fic and I'm say I'm about halfway to finish it! Let me know what you think in the comments (:

[emmapills]

Hi. Can you please make a fanfic about jealous otis? Otis and ruby are still dating. Thank you

about the baby? i’ll add it to my prompts list! is jean still pregnant or did otis never break up with ruby? if you’re comfortable, please dm me!

[fluffyximagines]

A Little Jealous

(Sex Education) Otis Milburn x Reader

Word Count: 2008

Summary: When your boyfriend starts acting weird you go to Otis for help and he is there to comfort you when you find out what's been going on.

Masterlist

“I need to talk to you” You approached your boyfriend, Jackson, as he was standing at his locker.

“I have swimming practice.” Jackson shut his locker and tried to step around you.

“No.” You stepped in front of him, blocking his way.

“Y/N I don’t have time for this” Jackson snapped, his voice rising slightly, as he tried to shove you out of the way.

“Of course you don’t” You sneered.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Jackson turned around to face you, raising his eyebrows.

“I don’t know” You shrugged, “Just seems like you never have time for me anymore.”

“Can we just talk about this later” Jackson shook his head, “maybe somewhere a little more private.”

“That would require you to actually speak to me” You scoffed. But Jackson just ignored what you said and continued walking away from you.

Your boyfriend had barely spoken to you in weeks, constantly avoiding making plans with you and never replying to your texts. He kept telling you that he was just busy and didn’t check his phone much but then whenever you did see him, he couldn’t look away from his phone for 10 seconds just to talk to you. You didn’t know what to think anymore. Of course the first thing that crossed your mind was that he didn’t want to be with you anymore, but you didn’t understand why he wouldn’t just break up with you if that was the case. Your friends kept trying to convince you that he must have something personal going on, of course you knew that his mums had issues, but this was a common thing and you didn’t think that would be his reason for pushing you away. 

You didn’t know what to do anymore. You felt as though you were out of options. You didn’t want to get anyone else involved in your relationship with Jackson but you had tried to speak with him so many times and he wouldn’t let you, so maybe the only way to find out what was going on was to get some help. You decided you knew just the right person to help you with the problems going on within your relationship.

“Hey Otis, can I talk to you for a minute?” You whispered, as the rest of your class began to leave the room, heading for lunch.

“Yeah of course, what’s up?” Otis replied, placing his book back on the desk.

“Umm” You hesitated, looking shyly around the room to make sure no one would over hear you. “I heard people were paying you to help with their relationships and stuff.”

“Yeah, Maeve and I are running sort of like a sex clinic” Otis answered, nodding his head.

“Well I was hoping you could help me with something” You smiled shyly.

“Yeah of course, what is it?” Otis asked, looking at you with a concerned look.

“Well I guess you know that I have been dating Jackson for a few months now?” You began explaining your situation to Otis.

“Yeah I heard something about that” Otis nodded.

“Well the past few weeks he has been acting really weird” You continued, “It seems like he’s avoiding me. I have no idea what I did or why he doesn’t want to hang out all of a sudden but every time I try and make plans he has some sort of excuse.”

“I’m not sure that I’ll be able to fix anything” Otis responded, “but I can definitely have a chat to him and see if I can figure out what’s going on.”

“Thank you so much Otis” You smiled, “I know it’s not exactly what you normally do but I really appreciate it. I just want to understand.”

Otis gently placed his hand on your shoulder for comfort. “Y/N I’m always happy to help, you’re a good friend.”

You thanked Otis before turning and heading towards the door of the classroom.

“Hey Y/N” Otis called, turning you to turn back around and face him, “I really hope it all turns out alright.”

“Yeah me too” You gave Otis a smile before exiting into the hallway and heading for lunch.

You had known Otis for as long as you could remember. The two of you had always been best friends, inseparable. Otis was there for you through everything, your first crush, first kiss, everything. But when you got your first boyfriend, things started to change between the two of you. You never meant for it to happen, it just did. You and Otis had never been popular, in fact Otis and Eric had been the only friends you really had. But once you started dating someone on the football team, things started to change. You tried to remain friends with Otis and Eric, but slowly you began hanging out with the popular kids more and more. Before long it became difficult to maintain your friendships and you began to drift apart from Otis and Eric. That was the beginning of 9th grade, you were now half way through 10th grade and the the two of you had barely spoken in a year. You had to admit, you always kind of missed Otis and the friendship that the two of you shared, but you were to stubborn to ever admit that. So here you were, friends with a bunch of people who barely knew you, and a boyfriend who wouldn’t even talk to you. 

You were laying in your bed thinking about everything that had been happening recently, and soon tears had begun to form in your eyes. You picked up your phone, deciding to try one last time to talk to Jackson. It had been almost a week since you had last spoken, maybe now that you had given him some space he would be ready to talk.

You: This is getting ridiculous, can we talk?

You: Please?

You put your phone next to you on your bed, deciding to read a book to take your mind off things. After about half an hour you heard your phone ding, you quickly picked it up checking who it was from.

Otis: Hey Y/N, Sorry I haven’t gotten back to you but can I talk to you at school tomorrow?

You: Did you find something?

You: Please just tell me.

Otis: I don’t think this is something I should say over text.

You: What are you doing right now?

Otis: Nothing. Why?

You: Feel like coming over?

Otis: Be there soon.

About 5 minutes later you heard a knock on your door.

“Wow that was qui-” You began before suddenly stopping when you saw who was standing on your door step.

“Hey” Jackson sighed, giving you a small smile.

“Hey? You barely speak to me for weeks and now you just show up here and say hey! What the fuck is going on Jackson” You yelled at him, blocking the doorway so that he couldn’t enter your house.

“Can I come in” Jackson mumbled, barely looking you in the eye.

“Fine” You agreed, stepping aside, “but you have some explaining to do.”

“I know” He nodded, entering your house.

“So, what’s going on?” You asked once you and Jackson had reached your room at the top of the stairs. You crossed your arms over your chest.

“I want to start by saying I’m really sorry.” Jackson took a seat on your bed, placing his head in his hands. “I know I haven’t been treating you right recently. I’ve just been trying to figure out how to tell you.”

“Tell me what?” You were even confused now than when Jackson had arrived. He genuinely look worried by whatever it was that he had to tell you.

“Y/N I care about you so much” Jackson continued to explain.

But before Jackson could say any more he was interrupted by the sound of your door bell.

“I’ll be back” You quickly said to Jackson before running down the stairs towards the front door. “Come in” You smiled as you opened the door and there Otis was on your doorstep.

“Sorry I got a little bit lost” Otis apologised as he entered your house, taking his helmet off. “Guess it’s been a while since I’ve been here.”

“Yeah” You frowned, suddenly feeling bad for what had happened between you and Otis last year.

“No no” Otis suddenly realised how that sounded. “I didn’t mean to make you feel bad.”

“So what did you need to tell me?” You changed the subject, wondering what was so important that Otis couldn’t tell you over text.

“So I mentioned to Maeve that you had asked for my help” Otis began to explain, “Y/N I’m really sorry, but she told me that her and Jackson hooked up at a party a couple of weeks ago. I don’t think she realised that the two of you were together but she feels horrible. Anyway, I guess that’s why he has been avoiding you recently. I’m really sorry this is the way you had to find out.”

Tears started to form in your eyes as Otis explained what he had discovered. You looked up as you heard a creak on the stairs, seeing Jackson slowly walking down.

“Y/N” Jackson began, a distressed look on his face.

“Don’t” You shook your head, tears streaming down your cheeks.

“I can explain.” He reached out to try and take your hand but you quickly snatched it away. “It was a mistake. I know it’s not an excuse but I was really drunk and I didn’t realise what I was doing. I don’t want to lose you Y/N, I care about you so much.”

“I don’t want to hear it Jackson” You couldn’t even look at him, your eyes were fixed firmly on the ground below you. “Just leave.”

Jackson quietly walked past you and Otis, who was awkwardly standing next to you with a surprised look on his face. He opened the front door and left after apologising again.

“I’m so sorry Y/N I didn’t realise he was here” Otis apologised, giving you a concerned look.

“What is wrong with me?” You cried, sitting down on the bottom step and sobbing into your hands.

“There is nothing wrong with you” Otis comforted you, taking a seat next to you on the step.

“Obviously there is. All the guys I like either don’t like me back or they lose interest and cheat on me.” You sobbed.

“Well obviously they are idiots” Otis wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer to him so that you were crying into his chest. “If you were my girlfriend, I would never make you feel like you aren’t good enough.”

“You don’t mean that” You shook your head, trying to wipe your tears away.

“Of course I do” Otis smiled slightly as he helped you wipe some tears off of your cheeks.

“Otis I’m really sorry for what I did.” You raised your head so you were now looking into his eyes. “I should have been a better friend.”

“Its not your fault Y/N.” Otis brushed away the hair that was stuck to your face. “I guess I sort of pushed you away too. I didn’t realise it at the time but I think I was a bit jealous.”

“Of me?” You smiled giving him a confused look.

“Yes of you” He gave a small laugh, as he played with his fingers nervously.

You slowly leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to Otis’ lips. When you pulled away he was staring at you, his mouth slightly open with surprise.

“I know this is terrible timing but would you maybe like to get something to eat.” You offered, reaching out to take his hand as you stood from where you were sitting.

“I’d love that.” Otis took your hand as he raised himself from where he had been sitting.

The two of you had gotten ice cream and just talked for hours. You had to admit, it was the best you had felt for a long time.

[allshowsanyshows]

If you’d read a fic with Jean Milburn finally giving Meave Wiley the motherly love she deserves say ‘I’ and I’ll write it

[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. 

[cruel-summerxy]

otis milburn x reader smut// just a little help

requests:  I'll gladly request an Otis Milburn where the reader is practicing after school for like swim or something and otis comes in with a boner, not noticing the reader. He goes on like a mini rant before the reader makes their presence known. They crack a bunch of jokes to make otis less uncomfortable and helps him get rid of it. They talk for a really long time and swim for a while too. Otis walks her home or something and she invites him in and the rest is to be decided + bunch of otis milburn smut requests  

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You swam, the cold water feeling good on your skin. This made you feel so calm and nothing else really mattered. Deciding to take a quick break, you laid in your back and floated.

You laid there for a few minutes, you'd be lying if you said you didn't drift off. No one else was really around, thank god because if coach caught you, you'd be swimming for the rest of your life.

You were super relaxed when you heard someone open the doors. You heard light footsteps going down the stairs. A voice muttered a few curse words, you laughed thinking it was your teammate.

“Fucking hell! Why is this happening!” a high voice shrieked. Realizing that it wasn't your friend, you tried going toward the pool’s edge. The boy continued groaning in annoyance, you giggled. This boy really seemed to going through a lot.

“Please! Why wont it go away!?”

You looked up trying to see who this boy was. Into view, a brown haired boy paced the stairs. His hands were shaking and twitched. You noticed that it Otis, the boy who gave sex advice. He seemed to be a nice guy, you’ve never talked to him but you had heard about him. You had seen him hanging out with Eric and Maeve.

You heard him recite music albums which caused you to furrow your eyebrows. What in the world was he doing? Otis seemed to be very uncomfortable though. Deciding to see what was going on, you swam.

The splashing startled him, he let a shriek out. You smiled apologetically and noticed that he quickly turned around.

“You okay there Otis?”

“Yeah,” his voice croaked, “yes. I’m okay. Totally fine.”

“You sure?” you questioned as you got out. You shook your head and dried yourself. Otis still faced the other way.

“No, it's just- I've got a problem,” he paced, still not looking your way. You smiled, he's always helping others and he needed help now, kinda ironic.

You turned him around quickly, you turned your head sideways and stared at him. He looked everywhere except at you.

“What is the problem Otis? I can help you,” you assured him. The boy turned red, like to the point where you got worried.

“I got a..” he whispered, not really hearing him, you asked him to repeat himself. He became much redder, it seemed like he was torn between telling you and not. You smiled at him genuinely.

“I’ve got a boner. And I can't get rid of it,” he spoke quickly, “and no, I refuse to masturbate.”

Well, you weren't expecting that. You were completely caught off guard. Your lips came up and you thought of what to do, Otis seemed desperate. You were also surprised, most boys would masturebate, that and he was a sex therapist(not really but he sure did help.)

“Let’s see. Have you thought about your grandmother?”

“Dead.” he said in a monotone voice. You mouthed sorry and he shrugged.

“Um, have you thought about spiders? Or dogs or reptiles or-”

“Yes, I’ve thought about all the animals Y/N! I've even went through all my record collection!”

“Do you have your phone with you right now?” you asked seriously.

“Yeah why?”

“Give it to me,” you held your arm out. He looked at you curiously but handed it to you nonetheless. You told him to walk near the edge of the pool sideways. He followed your instructions. You were baffled because of how he listened to you, especially since you had never really talked to him. You tried not to look down there, you looked up and laughed. Your gaze followed his figure and you noticed that Otis’s eyes were closed, the sun making his hair seem lighter. Otis seemed so relaxed, but now is not the time to do this y/n!

You walked towards him, trying to not make any noise. Otis remained still, having no clue what was going on.

“Are you gonna do an-”

You pushed him. Like real hard, it was the only way! He clearly didn't want to touch himself!

His hard came from underneath the water,  your eyes widened as you saw him coughing.

“Oh my god! Are you okay Otis!” you shouted.

“Does it look like i am! You just pushed me and gave me zero warning!”

“But you didn't want to touch yourself. That's not important right now! Is it gone?” You wondered.

He rolled his eyes and looked down. Otis nodded surprised.

“See, cold water and the fear of drowning helped!” You hollered proudly.

“Well I'll see you around Otis.” you articulated as you but on your shorts and shirt.

He nodded and got out the pool.

“Thanks y/n,” he said genuinely.

“Okay well you owe me. Pretty sure you take literature; I helped you, now you're helping me with the essay!” You proclaimed.

“Seems fair,” Otis relied as you handed him a towel. You both continued to walk, making small conversation about school. He seemed to be such an old soul, nothing like the other boys.

“You're not from here, are you?” He asked.

You shook your head and smiled. You proceeded  to tell him about where you had grown up. He paid attention and smiled. It was weird, he was actually engaged in the conversation, not like the other boys you had talked to. He made some jokes here and there, making you crack up.

“Okay well I've got to head home. When would you like me to help you?” Otis stuttered.

“How about Tomorrow after school?” You offered. He agreed and made his way home. Otis seemed to be a nice boy, you couldn't help but to think about him the rest of the day.

. ..

“No way! You asked y/n for help with your boner?” Eric laughed hysterically.

“I didn't ask, she offered…” Otis mumbled. Eric couldn't stop laughing, his eyes began to water as Otis rolled his. People around the hall just stared at the two boys.

“Oh my, and then pushed you! You have such luck Otis,” he giggled.

“It's not that funny,” Otis grumbled.

“What's not funny,” you interrupted. Otis began to get red, Eric snorted and made his way to class.

“Nothing, um are we still meeting after school?” He squawked.

You nodded your head, smiling at him. You proceeded to tell him your address. He made small talk and then you split up, each going your own way.

. .. …

“And this is my room,” you exhaled.

“Thanks for that house tour,” Otis teased. You shrugged pretending to flip your hair. Otis chuckled and shook his head.

You sat in your desk chair and spinner a bit. Otis watched you and couldn't help but admire. You seemed so careless and free.

You spun one more time and stared at Otis, studying him. He gulped loudly and looked around the room.

“So tell me Otis, why wouldn't you touch yourself the other day?”

Otis coughed, you had caught him off guard. You stood up and walked around him. There seemed to be tension in the room.

“I uh- I get nervous. Last time I got a panic attack,” he faltered.  

“Oh. That's normal…. I think. Is that normal?” You whispered the latter.

“No idea. I know that I'm like a sex therapist but I'm too scared to research this. And yeah I do research for others, but this about me, like actually a me problem. What if I find out that I'm not normal, that something is wrong with me,” Otis rushed out. As he spoke, he paced around the room.

“Otis, you are normal. Not everyone is comfortable with that sort of thing. It's fine,” you objected.

“Is it though, it's seems like everyone I know does. I'm just so scared. I've got no idea how to do it!” He sighed.

“Do you want me to help?” you whispered. Otis looked at you and stayed quiet. You were about to say something when Otis closed his eyes and nodded. He breathed in deeply, shaking a bit.

You sat him in your bed and thought about you were about to do. You asked if he was sure and he nodded. Your hand trailed around his shoulders. Otis breathed deeply as your hands went lower.

Deciding to make it less weird you turned off the lights. He seems more relaxed after you did that. This time you straddled him, adding pressure on him. Your lips found his ears, your breath caused goose bumps to appear.

Slowly, you kissed his neck. Otis seemed a bit tense so you whispered, “You okay?”

“Yes…” he breathed out.

You began to roam your hands a bit lower. Your fingers lightly touched his lower stomach. Otis could feel something in his stomach, as much as he hated to admit it, he was desperate for you to do something.

“Do you want me to touch you?” you asked innocently. He nodded, which caused you to go towards his face. You began to kiss him slowly. He tried to reciprocate but he had no idea how to. Your hand began to unzip his jeans and a low moan escaped his mouth. You quickly discarded the jeans, trying to waste no time.

You palmed him through his boxers, he began to whimper which was music to your ears. Something about him not having any experience turned you on. You continued, him moaning at the feeling.

Otis felt a sort of electricity going through his body. His eyes were tightly shit and his tongue between his teeth, trying contain his sounds.

At at terribly slow pace you pulled his boxers down. His cock sprang out, looking like it needed desperate attention. Deciding to tease him, you got on your knees and licked him. Otis whimpered loudly.

You came back up and whispered, “Will you look at that, you are a dirty little boy. Look how hard you are. You don't want to touch yourself but you let me touch you.”

“Please,” his voice cracked.

You smiled and took off his shirt. You began kissing his collar bones, loving the noises that came out. You began sucking his flesh which caused him to swallow harshly. Otis had never felt this before, he felt so amazing.

You made your way to his stomach. You gave it a few kisses and then went to his hips. You bit him, causing him to groan.

“Again, do that again y/n.” He moaned. His cheeks grew more red, his mind foggy.

You were surprised, you thought that he wouldn't be into that, but notheless you bit him again. This time you applied more pressure, his skin became red and out he left a whimper

Then, you placed his hand on his shaft. You moved your hand up and down slowly. Otis began to thrust his hips. He let out a quiet moan which drove you crazy.

You picked up your pace which made Otis to close his eyes tighter. You began to say sweet nothings,  making become overwhelmed.

Deciding to make him feel better, you took him into your mouth. You picked the tip lightly, he could barely feel you. His member was throbbing in your mouth, the anticipation killed him. Slowly by slowly your mouth took more of him. Otis began gripping your bed sheets tight, his knuckles became white. He tried to hold something else, his arms roamed around but found nothing.

Seeing what was going on, you grabbed his hands and placed them on your hair. He looked at you confused, Otis had no idea what you were implying.

“Pull on my hair,” you said. A line of saliva connected your mouth and his cock. Your lips were plum and red, seeing you like that caused him to emit a moan. Otis pushed your head and then proceeded to thrust into your sweet mouth.

Otis followed your instructions, you went back to your previous task. If you were going honest, you were surprised he was lasting that long.

Suddenly, an electrifying feeling spread throughout his entire body this time. Otis pulled on your hair harder, causing to moan. Your moan triggered his climax. Otis's eyes rolled back, his body shaking with pleasure. He had never felt something so beautiful.

His thighs threatened to close, but you kept them opened. You swallowed his cum, making him moan louder. You kept him in your mouth, them removing yourself when he became too sensitive.

You laid next to him, very proud of yourself. Otis stayed there breathless, still coming down from his high.

“You okay there Otis?” you interrupted his silence. He nodded tiredly, a giggle escaped you. Otis smiled embarrassed.

“Thanks, that was really good.” Otis mumbled. You handed him a water bottle and patted his head.

“No problem Otis. Glad to have helped you through your problem. You owe me again though,” you teased.

“Anything- I'll do anything. Thanks y/n,” Otis said before drifting off.