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avenging-fandoms · 3 years ago

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"of course, what's up?"

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

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

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

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

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jamiedc-they-them · 4 years ago

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Being Otis’ sibling would include:

AN// Spoilers for whole show. Also, sorry, this one I kind of ran with? Hope you like it :))

You are a bit on the socially awkward side like your brother.

However, you’re more of an introvert; you let the world go around you and be a background extra rather than be a main in it’s story.

You’re more closed off, more defensive than your brother.

Your opposite on a lot of things, but balance each other out.

Your creative, he’s more academic

It’s mainly just the two of you and Eric. Best pals.

You, like him, are knowledgeable on sex, from your mother, even if you aren’t into that (the sex part or the other part)

Your mother always could tell with you, and assured you there was nothing wrong with it:

“Y/N, darling, you know there is nothing wrong with not wanting those type of relationships, right?”

“…Thanks, mum.”

Although it isn’t spoken, you both hold resentment for your father.

When Otis is picked as Adam’s partner, he gives you a panicked look. You, however, shrug; what can you do?

You are paired with Maeve, which is something that does annoy your brother:

“Trade?” He asks

“What? No. I’m not trading Maeve for Adam.”

“Y/N.” He pleads in a whining tune.

“Sorry, mate. Good luck though.” You wish him, leaving to follow Maeve.

For some reason, she gets the idea she can trust you and allows you to go to her house, knowing that Adam and Otis will not be a good pairing.

“If you tell anyone about this, I’ll kill you, got it?” Part of her is kind of silently laughing at your scared face. You are quick to assure her this secret stays with you, to the grave.

As you talk, and do find out you have a few things in common.

Of course, you both don’t tell each other everything. But you get a decent reading on each other.

She can tell that, compared to your brother, you’re holding a lot more in.

“How is it?” She asks

“How’s what?”

“Being siblings with him?”

“Otis?” She nods

“It’s nice, knowing you have someone that kind having your back, you know? You can cock up horribly and he’ll still be there. He’s loyal.” You answer.

She considers it, “Not many of those people left.”

“Not as many as I’d like.”

Fair to be said, when you come in happy, and actually almost getting along with Maeve, Otis isn’t the most happy about this.

When the news about your mum comes out, you and him both storm out.

That leads to an argument;

“Why couldn’t we swap?” He asks

“You think it would’ve fixed anything?”

“I don’t know?! Just…”

Maeve is quick to stop your arguing, she knows how bad sibling arguments can get.

When it comes to Adam, you and your brother play rock, paper, scissors to see who it’ll be.

You win, doing the nerdy fist pump as he has to do it.

You see Maeve roll her eyes at your antics.

So, with Maeve bringing in clients, Otis doing the talking, and you doing the PR (in a way) the clinic is born.

However, there is a point of contention between you and your brother; Maeve.

He see’s that you both are genuine friends, with you going out more and more at night.

“Where have you been?” He asks you, whenever you come in (after your mum has asked you of course. Your honest with her)

“To see a mate.”

“What mate?”

“I have other friends, Otis.”

“I know, Y/N. It’s just –”

“You think I’m,” Cough, “Doing…that, with Maeve, don’t you?”

“Wha—No?!”

“It’s ok, Otis. I get that you like her and all. But, just to assure you, no, we’re not together. We are just genuinely friends.”

“Oh…right.”

He seems happy for you, but you can tell there is a bit of jealousy.

However, you don’t hold it against him. You understand that he has feelings for Maeve, and do support him with it.

However, Maeve can read you well, so you try and be careful when you bring up your brother.

When the party at Aimee’s happens, you try and drum up business as well.

You get split up from the group, desperately escaping to the outside, only to see your mother outside:

“Mum?”

“Oh, Y/N, darling, hello.”

“What are you doing here?”

“Oh, just in the area.”

“…You were spying on us, weren’t you?” You accuse her.

“I – yes, darling, I was. I’ve already had this talk with your brother.”

Being in a house of constant sex therapy, and being the way you are (asexual, aromantic) can be a bit of a contradiction of times.

For example, when Otis has his wet dream, the topic does make you a bit uncomfortable.

Maeve calls you, asking you tom meet her. She tells you a time and tells you to get there on-time.

And you do, you go to the clinic just as she goes into the room. You get yelled at by the protesters, but you walk it off.

“Don’t you care about the poor child living in there?”

“At this stage? To be honest, more about the woman.” You’re honest, but not horrible to them about it.

You come in your casual clothes, just sit there and wait.

Otis joins you, flowers in hand and wearing a suit.

“Oh, bloody hell, you thought it was a date, didn’t you?”

“…Maybe.”

“Classy first date.”

“Piss off.”

When Maeve comes out, you both great her and walk with her.

She texts you later: Maybe your brother is not so bad, after all.

Otis comes to you about the whole Jackson thing:

“I can sabotage him.”

“Seriously?”

“Of course I am, Y/N. I need your help –”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa! I’m not the talking guy, you are.”

“Yeah, but your more convincing.”

“No.”

“Please.”

“No.”

“I’ll give you the money he’s given to me and that I can’t seem to bloody lose.”

“But I thought you wanted to give –”

“I can’t lose it, Y/N! I’d rather not stare at it.”

“Then don’t?”

“Take it?”

“No, you take it.”

However, you do see how it ends, and do feel for your brother.

As much as you may not have supported his methods, you could see why he did it.

You both find out what happens to Eric, and both take the blame for it.

“Seriously, Y/N, you too? You’d rather pick this girl you’ve known for a few weeks at best over me?”

“It’s not like that –”

“Then what is it like?!” Words are exchanged, and he leaves.

However, then you meet Ola and Jakob.

Ola’s nice; friendly, sincere. You like her.

“So, you’re Y/N.” She says as a greeting, shaking your hand.

“That is I, madam.” She laughs at it.

You become good friends fairly quicky. But, she respects your boundaries about the past.

You see how close your mum is getting to Jakob, and it just doesn’t sit right with you.

So, you call Maeve. She’s quick to answer:

“Pisshead?”

“Hey, uh – can…can we talk?” She detects the tremble in your voice.

“Where are you? What’s wrong?”

“I can’t really tell you over the phone.” You tell her to meet you at the bridge.

She meets you there quite quickly:

“You want to tell me what’s going on?”

You take a breath to collect yourself, “My mum’s met this new guy…” So, you tell her about how your mother seeing someone new feels off to you. And you confess to her that you don’t know what the fuck is going on with Otis and Ola. She just lets you ramble the whole time.

At the end, she grabs your hands in hers, “Have you told Otis any of this?” She asks, softly.

“…No. No, not yet, anyway. He’s got his own issues and –”

“You have needs too, Y/N. You can’t go running around for him, forever. He’s your brother, a good one, he’ll listen. But…I’m here too.” She vows.

“Maybe he can give me a freebee on a session?” You joking say.

“Yeah, have to pay, of course, but I can slide you in for a meeting.” She fired back in the same manner.

“Thanks, Maeve.”

She hugs you, not saying anything.

Then the dance comes around.

Starts off well enough, you say hi to all your friends.

You and Otis both make up with Eric. It’s nice to have your best mates back.

Then you both save Liam, both convincing him not to jump.

You, however, see that Maeve looks at your brother differently. You always hated that “friends don’t look at each other like that” bollocks. But, you see that she has it read all over her face as well.

Then Jackson talks about what Otis did.

You get out just at the end of their confrontation, and Maeve turns to you in anger:

“Did you know?”

“Maeve –”

“Did you know?”

You go to speak, but Otis speaks for you;

“Y/N had nothing to do with it. It was just me, Maeve.”

She just looks at you, waiting and watching for something to confirm the words are a lie.

However, when she see’s that nothing has happened, she accepts it and storms off.

Now you’re in an awkward situation; between your brother and a close friend of yours.

Both parties don’t want you to be forced to choose, so they leave you out of it.

However, there is a bonding moment with you and your brother; mainly learning about the book your mother was written on you both. Well, more Otis, but there is a chapter on you.

That’s when it all just explodes:

“You can’t just do that, mum!”

“Can’t do what, darling?”

“Can’t just – can’t just put our entire lives in that bloody book! You gonna mention dad? You gonna mention how you make your other child feel uncomfortable with all the sex talk? How the world wants them to conform to some fucking normality, but they can’t because they just don’t feel that way?”

Your mother can do nothing but watch as you breakdown in front of her, how it all comes bubbling to the surface.

Time goes on, however. And you start going to therapy sessions in school.

Maeve contacts you every so often, but you don’t really reply too much.

Your brother and Ola help you as much as they can, helping you get up in the mornings and including you if they go out for something.

Ola and you become closer friends as well, despite the weirdness of your mum dating her dad.

You bring that up to your therapist a lot.

The two (especially Otis) support you during this time. They encourage the therapy and talking to them when needed.

When school restarts, Otis keeps a close eye on you, knowing that you burned yourself out last time, and he won’t let it happen again.

When Maeve comes back, he makes sure to point it out, hoping that can help in some way:

“You seen Maeve’s back?” He asks, as he gets some books from his locker.

“Sure.” You answer, almost apathetically.

Eric sits with you on breaks and when Otis can’t be there, doing what he can.

Otis ignores the tension between himself and Maeve when he pulls her aside one day:

“You have English next with Y/N, right?” He asks her.

“Yeah.” She answers, already being able to tell where this is going.

“Can you –”

“Of course I’m going to keep an eye on him.” She finishes for him (ha)

And she lives up to that promise, doing just that as you write some things down whilst not listening.

When the teacher gets pissy at you, she stands up for you:

“Sir, Y/N is going through something, lay off.”

Otis thanks her for that after the lesson

Then you are off on the trip with your father Remi

You both find out the real reason for the trip. That he was using it as a way to get away from a newly broken up relationship and to find another.

Then comes the party.

You, in your state that has (sadly) been declining, drink till your hearts content. Eric and Rahim try to warn you, but you keep going.

You brother also spirals. Although, out of the two, you are way more wasted.

Ola arrives, and she is pissed. You haven’t exactly been keeping up with affairs.

You vomit in the sink, with your brother drunkenly trying to help you by patting your back, but he only ends up falling over.

It’s Eric who helps you.

Then he does his speech; in it, he includes you as he rambles (apparently being “on a roll”)

“And then there’s my sibling, Y/N. They’ve been struggling for a while, guys, and has anyone noticed? No, but I have, because I’m a good brother. So, even if I can’t have those two (Maeve and Ola) than at least I have, Y/N.”

The next day, before leaving with Ruby, he remembers parts of what he said, but to him it’s a blur:

“Y/N, I’m so sorry.”

“So, what? I’m just a second fiddle to them?”

“No, of course not. You’re my sibling, Y/N. That comes before anything. I was drunk, and pissed at them. I didn’t mean to leave you out or make you feel that way.”

The day out with Ruby actually helps your bond repair, as you both go back to old times; doing the weirdest shit together. In this case, helping a girl Otis had sex with.

Still, Ruby comes around to liking the two of you.

You both go to your father, united as one.

You both confront him on the pain he’s brought you, and how it hurt you both and how you both carried a part of the blame.

He’s quick to try to dissuade you, but you both move on.

However, you see that your brother has a revelation. He calls Maeve to explain it.

Then, he goes with you to therapy.

Despite it all, despite the things you could and do say to each other. Despite the way you both are different in many ways, you’ll always come back home.

You both care about each other. You’ve been through a lot.

You have each other. And, sometimes, that’s enough.

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myriadimagines · 4 years ago

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back again!! could i request a sex education ship drabble with the prompts 32+80. i'm a british, straight girl with blonde hair! i am very introverted but once you get to know me i am way bolder! i love music and play the guitar and piano and i am a ravenclaw! i'm also a bit of a romantic! thanks ily have a nice day :))

Characters: Reader x Otis Milburn

Warnings: —

Prompt: 32. “Oh God… I think I’m in love with you.” & 80. “Aw, you look like you need a hug.” “Don’t you dare—!”

Word Count: 394

A/N: ily too and i hope u like it love x

NOT TAKING ANYMORE REQUESTS!

“Hey, Otis,” you greet, bumping your shoulder up against his as you sit beside him. He’s sitting on a bench, alone in a secluded corner of the school, looking somewhat lost as he watches his classmates from a distance. He turns to look at you, offering you a small smile, and you dump your backpack on the floor as you ask, “What are you thinking about?”

Otis shrugs, leaning back on the bench. “This whole clinic thing has been... a lot. I feel like I barely have time to breathe.”

You laugh, shaking your head. It startled you when Otis first told you he was opening up sex clinic, with the infamous Maeve Wiley, no less, but now it had become a source of amusement. Your awkward best friend, giving sex advice to your classmates? Of course you found the whole situation hilarious. Tilting your head, you say, “I have to say, you’ve become really popular lately. I feel like I can barely get you alone, nowadays.”

Otis chuckles, nodding in agreement. Stuffing his hands into his pockets, he continues, “Yeah, I don’t know how to feel about it all. Suddenly everyone knows who I am and wants to hear what I have to say.”

You frown slightly, noticing Otis’ slumped shoulders. He’s overwhelmed, you realise, and you lean closer to him as a smile sneaks onto your face, “Aw, you look like you need a hug.”

“Don’t you dare—!” Otis tries to protest through laughter, but he doesn’t put up much of a fight as you wrap your arms around him. He smiles, resting his head on top of yours, hugging you back. This is nice, he thinks, as he squeezes his arms around you, and you lean into his chest. Neither of you move away from one another, the moment feeling oddly intimate, and you swear, you can hear Otis’ heartbeat quickening.

Your phone dings with a notification, startling you, and you move away to pull your phone out of your pocket. Your eyes widen as your texts, and you’re too preoccupied to notice the blush that’s filled Otis’ face. Getting up, you explain, “Sorry, I’ve got to go. Got band practice!”

You wave goodbye, sprinting off, and Otis nervously gulps as he watches you leave. Shaking his head, he mutters to himself, “Oh God… I think I’m in love with you.”

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imaginedisish · 4 years ago

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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)

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fluffyximagines · 5 years ago

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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.

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“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.

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the-fiction-witch · 2 months ago

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Cultivated Warmth

Media - Sex Education Character - Otis Millburn Couple - Otis X Reader Reader - Y/n Rating - 12 Word Count - 956

Fictional Advent Day Twenty

Otis lay snuggled up in his warm, quilted bed, cocooned in layers of soft blankets to shield himself from the cold breeze and the gentle patter of Snow against his window. He clutched his beloved teddy bear close to his chest, its worn fur a familiar comfort as he drifted in and out of sleep, a contented smile playing on his lips.

When suddenly and without warning, Y/n in her usual brand of chaos came into his room without so much as knocking. If it had been anyone else he'd have been concerned but he knew Y/n had a habit of this, and his mother always let her in any way for breakfast whether school was on or not. She bolted over to his bed beginning to poke his face, "You dead?"

he groaned, he slowly opened his eyes and rolled over to face her. "Yeah I'm dead, now go away. I'm sleeping," he replied in a grumpy grumble,

she crawled onto his bed and poked his nose "Hey. Get up."

he groaned again, but this time from frustration. He slapped her hand away and pulled the covers up further "Ugh, make me" he mumbled, as he closed his eyes again.

"you wanna test me?" She glared at him. Before she began poking all over him making sure to use her nails to poke and prod him,

he let out a noise that was a combination of a hiss and a groan, before sitting up and pushing her away, "Stop it, that hurts!" he mumbled,

"wake up." She whines shoving him,

he rolled his eyes dramatically "Ughhh, fine" he grumbled, as he started getting out of bed "I'm up, I'm up. there better be a good reason for you torturing me!"

"... Cause I can." She smiled watching him climb out of bed and while he was distracted getting himself a drink of water from the glass on the table Y/n jumped into his bed pulling the covers around her stealing his spot and all the warmth he had accumulated even hugging his bear,

he glanced over his shoulder towards the bed once he heard her dive in it. a look of annoyance crossed his face "Hey, you stole my bed!" he quickly set his glass down on the side and turned towards the bed. with an exasperated sigh, he crossed his arms and pouted at her, "What am I supposed to do now then?"

"not my problem." She giggled,

he rolled his eyes again, but this time it was in amusement "You're so annoying. give me my bed and my bear back"

"Nope."

he was starting to get frustrated now, he really wanted to get back into that nice warm bed, "pleaseeee" he whined, "I'm cold and it's my bed!"

"but your bed is always so soft and if I kick you out it's all nice and warm for me."

"ugh, you're impossible. but fine, since you won't let me back in, I suppose I'm just gonna have to... attack you!" he lunged towards the bed, trying to grab her

Y/n squealed kicking and squirming as she tried desperately to remain in the cacoon of duvet and Otis tried everything to get her out of it. Until Y/n grabs his bear and holds it threateningly, "Back away... Or the bear gets it."

His attack stopped dead in his tracks and he held his hands up, "okay! okay! you win! just don't hurt my bear!"

she smiled evilly and snuggled back up in bed keeping the bear in her arms "ummm glad we could come to an arrangement Otis," she giggled

"you are so lucky I love that bear more than I despise you,"

"nawww you love me." She teased pinching his cheek,

a small blush started to spread over his cheeks. he took a step back from the bed to try and hide it, "No I don't you're annoying, you barge into my room all the time and wake me up and steal my bed!"

"grumpy Otis today,"

he rolled his eyes, "Well excuse me for being grumpy after being rudely woken up and having my bed taken from me" he folded his arms as he spoke, the pout crossing his face again

she sighed and rolled her eyes before she pushed the covers away a little "Come.'

he stared at her for a moment, raising an eyebrow, "Is this a trap? are you just going to kick me back out once I get in the bed?"

"I promise I will not kick you out again now either come in the bed and cuddle or go away cause holding the duvet like this is letting out all the cultivated warmth,"

he looked a bit dubious for a moment more before ultimately giving in and getting into the bed and he snuggled up under the duvet, "Happy now? you've got all the cuddles you could want"

Y/n hummed and turned over nuzzling into his chest wrapping the covers tightly around them both "ummmm..."

He felt his heart rate quicken as she nestled into his chest, her warmth enveloping him. Gently, he wrapped one arm around her, holding her close, while his other hand moved up to her head, his fingers naturally intertwining with her hair. He was acutely aware of how close they were, hoping she couldn't feel the rapid thumping of his heart. Keeping his gaze fixed on her face, he willed himself to remain composed. His fingertips continued to weave through her hair, while his other hand traced delicate patterns on her lower back, cherishing every moment of their embrace.

she smiled and moved her head up a little kissing his cheek before nuzzling up in his chest again hugging the bear between them "Goodnight Otis."

He looked down at her, cuddling up to him, and the blush spread over his face again. he smiled and kissed the top of her head, "goodnight Y/n..."

#asa sweet #asa butterfeild #asa butterfield #asabutterfeild #otismilburn #otis milburn #otis smut #otis imagine #otis

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fictionalbfs · 5 years ago

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don’t think, just do | otis milburn

you decide to take the plunge with otis.

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

“Hey,” Otis calls, “Y/N?”

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

Whatever it was, it was hard to define.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Friday... the 14th?” you question.

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

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

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

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

“Wanna be my valentine?”

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

You were over-analysing again.

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

Fuck it.

“It’d be an honour, Otis Milburn.”

An uncontrollable grin tugs at your blazing cheeks.

“Danke, meine Leibe.”

“What?”

“I-It’s German. I’ll see you later.”

#otis milburn #otis milburn imagine #otis milburn x reader

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amazingphanisnotonfire-imagines · 5 years ago

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Hey,can i request Otis and 10 things i hate about you for the character plus movie prompt? Thank you

Thank you for requesting!! I hope you like this! Have you caught up on the new season? I did yesterday and I loved it!!

Quote: There's a difference between like and love. Because, I like my Skechers, but I love my Prada backpack.//But I love my Skechers.//That's because you don't have a Prada backpack.

“Y/n?” Otis asks from outside your bedroom and you look up in surprise, you’re homework completely abandoned.

“Otis.” You smile. “How’d you get in?”

“Your mum let me in.” He replies. “Can I er, come in?” He gestures to your bedroom and you nod quickly.

“Yeah, yeah. Of course.” You pick your homework up and put it on the floor as he walks the short distance between your door and bed.

“Whats up? You look...conflicted.”

“I need some advice.” He sighs and you raise an eyebrow.

“Wow.” You laugh a little in surprise. “Sex kid is asking somebody else for help.”

“Shut up.” He pushes you softly. “You know I hate that name.”

“I know.” You nod. “Thats why I started it.” You add making him groan.

“You were the one that started that?”

“Obviously.” You reply. “But what do you need advice with?”

“Have you ever been in love?” His question takes you off guard and your jaw drops a little as you stare at him.

“Y-yeah.” You admit shyly.

“What?” His eyes widen as he looks at you. “When? With who?”

you “Nobody important.” You shrug. “So is that what you needed advice on?”

“Kind of. How do you know the difference between like and love? How do you know you love someone and not just like them?”

“Oh.” You smile. “Well, thats easy. There's a difference between like and love. Because, I like my Skechers, but I love my Prada backpack.”

“Did you seriously just quote 10 Things I Hate About You?” He huffs, his head falling into his hands.

“Yes. And I’m very upset that you didn’t quote it back.”

“Fine.” He mumbles. “But I love my Skechers.” He fakes an American accent making you laugh loudly.

“That's because you don't have a Prada backpack.” You reply and he smiles brightly at you, a blush creeping up his neck. “Did that answer your question?”

“Not at all.” He shakes his head. “But you did make me laugh so I suppose thats okay.” He shrugs and looks at the floor. You can tell he’s still confused about something and even though the thought of him being in love with someone that isn’t you hurts you, it hurts you even more to see him like this.

“Okay.” You say softly and he looks at you. You close your eyes and take a deep breath. “You wanna know the difference between like and love? Like is when you enjoy someone’s company. Love is when you never want to be out of that persons company. Like, is doing things together that makes you happy. Love is doing things together that makes you happy, but also when you see or hear something that makes you happy and your not with the person you love, your first reaction is to want to tell that person. Like, is liking someone. Love, is liking someone so much that it hurts to think about them not being around anymore. It hurts to picture your life without them. Like is easy...Love is hard.” You explain and open your eyes to see him already staring at you. “Did that help?”

“Yeah.” He nods slowly. “A lot.”

“So, who’s the lucky girl?” You tease, forcing the tears away and he takes a deep breath.

“You.”

“Wha-” He cuts you off by kissing you. His lips are soft against yours and the kiss is shy, but its perfect.

“I love you.” He mumbles against your lips. You pull away first, a soft smile on your face as the two of you look around your bedroom, to awkward to be the first one to look at the other.

“Wow.” You mumble.

“Yeah.” He agrees, a smile playing on his lips.

“Sex kid loves me.” You tease and he rolls his eyes.

“Shut up.” He shoves you.

“I love you too.”

movie quote prompts

#sex education #sex education imagine #otis milburn #otis milburn imagine #otis milburn x reader #otis x reader #otis imagine #movie quote prompts #10 things i hate about you

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imagineshere-forall · 5 years ago

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Sean Wiley Imagine

Pairing: Sean Wiley x Reader

Warnings: swearing

Word count; 661

Request; Can I please request a Sean Wiley imagine from sex Ed please? Maybe you’re her friend or Otis’ sister and you guys go to Maeve's and you run into your ex Sean, not knowing he’s her brother

its 1am so there is gonna be a bunch of errors

i’m also definitley doing a part 2, because i want to develop this more. Requests open!!

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“Come on y/n we gotta go meet Maeve,” your brother shouted up the stairs. You however, were tying up your shoe laces frantically while screaming back at him.

“I’m here Otis, no need to get your panties in a twist,” you winked at your twin brother as you pushed in front of him through the door, and began walking ahead.

The walk felt a lot quicker due to the bickering between you and your brother. Recently, you had gone through a break up and your brother, Otis, had looked after you. You weren’t as close back then so it was a big thing.

You and Maeve had been friends, but not super close. However, you did have the kind of friendship where you could let yourself into her caravan as she was alone for the majority of the time. As you were walking alongside Otis, you took your hoodie off and stuffed it into the rucksack your brother was carrying it was too hot for you to carry it.

“You’re welcome, your highness,” Otis responded sarcastically to your actions.

Otis opened the door of the trailer, and you went in first. Not expecting what you were going to come face to face with.

The room was empty, apart from a familiar face lounged on the sofa.

“Sean, what the fuck are you doing here?” You hissed.

“Who are you?” Otis mumbled simultaneously.

“Hang on, do you know who this is?” Otis quizzed, spinning to face you.

“Long story,” you shook your head at him “What are you doing here?” you pressed.

Otis could be heard trying to get a word in, in an attempt to figure out what your relation was to this man and how you knew him.

“Come to stay with my sister,” Sean replied smugly.

Your heart stopped. His sister. He was in Maeve’s trailer. Fuck.

“Sean stop annoying them,” Maeve walked in.

“He’s your brother?” you question. Your heart felt as though it was beating out of your chest.

“Yea, you know him?” she responded. Not quite knowing how her response affected you.

You just stormed out of the trailer, kicking something over. After the difficult break up between the two of you, you had hoped you would never see him again. He cheated on you, after saying how he would never hurt you.

“Woah, calm down,” you heard a voice behind you. You span around to be met with Sean.

“Why didn’t you tell me Maeve was your sister?” You queried.

“I didn’t know you knew her, honest!” he rose his voice while raising his hands in defense.

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t expecting to see you here. I didn’t mean to yell at you.”

“I mean, you do have a reason to be pissed, we went to a party together and you saw me kissing another girl,” he whispered, getting closer to you. “Although, if you would have stayed and watched for a couple of seconds, you would have seen me push her off and told her to fuck off,”

“I’m still fucking pissed at you.”

“I get that, but maybe don’t kick something else over?” he suggested, nearing you more grasping your small hands in his large ones.

You both turned your heads at the sound of feet tumbling out of the caravan, noticing Otis and Maeve stumbling out and looking at the two of you puzzled.

“How do you two know each other?” Otis yelled as you were a fair distance from the caravan, without noticing.

“Long story,” you muttered looking up at Sean, meeting his eyes. “Long, fucking, story.”

#sex education #sex education imagine #maeve wiley #sex education maeve #sex education otis #otis milburn #sean wiley #sean wiley imagine #otis milburn imagine #sex education smut #maeve wiley imagine #otis x maeve #otis x ruby #sex education 2 #sex education 2 imagines

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reidandweep · 5 years ago

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For Arguments Sake

Asa Butterfield x Reader (female)

A/N- Sorry it took so long but a lot of things are happening at the moment so requests will take a while. I hope you enjoy @saritaobrien

Word Count- 3045 words

Warnings- fluff and a bit of angst.

Summary- “Something like the reader and asa are in the same group of friends but they use to fight because lf the sexual frustration and at a party they got locked into a room by their friends so they can sort things out with a making out session or something like that lol.”

“Goblet of Fire is way better than Half Blood Prince.”

“No, it’s not. Don’t even try to argue that it is, because it isn’t”

Y/N couldn’t help but roll her eyes at Asa’s reply. They had been arguing over which Harry Potter film and book were the best. They had just drifted from arguing whether the book of Prisoner of Azkaban was better than the movie.

Their friends tried to drown out their increasing voices, but it had become too difficult. Because of their constant bickering, many people who met the group found it surprising that Asa and Y/N were friends; even more that they held the longest friendship out of anyone in the group. The pair having met when Asa starred in Nanny McPhee and the Big Bang; with Y/N’s mother working as a make-up artist on the show. She had become good friends with all the children on the cast, but she could not help but be drawn to Asa.

Bickering was never a part of their friendship until both turned 18. Overnight their playful and teasing relationship turned into constant competition. Arguing over silly things like which movie was better, or whose turn it was to pick where to eat.

They had been rooming together since the start of filming for season one. Y/N had initially agreed to flat sit for Asa as he filmed in Wales, but she soon needed a new place of her own, and Asa conveniently had a spare bedroom. It may have helped their living situation, but it did not help the increasing sexual tension between the pair; causing them to argue even more.

But to his castmates, Asa constantly gushed about the girl, the smile on his face growing ever bigger when he mentioned her in conversation. When Asa announced that Y/N was coming to meet his friends and cast of his newest project, Sex Education, they couldn’t wait to meet the boy’s best friend after hearing all his sweet words. However, they could not hide their surprise when mere minutes after saying hello, Y/N and Asa broke into an argument over whether Spy Kids 1 or 2 was better.

It continued and continued. Y/N had become a member of the friendship group that Asa had formed with the cast. Even hanging out separately with them when Asa was busy. They could all see that the reason why the pair bickered so much was more than just to have the winning opinion. It was clear to everyone except Y/N and Asa that the feelings they had for one another had grown into something more than friendship over the years.

“You can’t seriously believe that Half Blood Prince is better than Goblet of Fire?”

The cast was over Emma’s to celebrate the wrapping of season 2. They had the official party the week before, but the closer group of friends wanted to celebrate with a chill night in, and of course, Y/N was invited. She had been there less than five minutes before she found Asa and Harry Potter was mentioned. The night had been going for over an hour, and the pair were still bickering.

Asa took a sip of his drink as Y/N through her hands up in exasperation.

“Yes. Yes, I can.”

The young woman groaned throwing her head back; missing the fond look that quickly took over Asa’s face. Every year they had the same argument, with it usually happening at Christmas when the TV showed the movies back to back. But the pair had decided to marathon the movies the night before; causing the occurring argument to rise again.

Aimee came to sit next to Y/N, forcing the woman to scoot closer to Asa on the sofa. Y/N instinctively leaned into Asa’s side, as his arm fell across the back of the coach; his hand unconsciously stroking the young woman’s shoulder as they continued to bicker.

“How long has this argument been going for now? An hour?”

With her head still hanging back, Y/N rolled it to face Aimee.

“For you an hour, for us since yesterday afternoon.”

Sat opposite Otis was Ncuti and Connor, who couldn’t help but chuckle at the girl’s response.

As the night continued, Asa and Y/N were unaware of the mischievous looks shared between their friends. Whilst the pair had been convinced that the chill night that the cast was having was to celebrate the wrap of season 2, it was actually for their benefit alone.

Their friends were ready for the arguing to end and for them to admit their feelings for the other.

Ncuti, Connor, Aimee, and Emma had all moved to the kitchen whilst the pair continued to bicker.

“So, what are we going to do because I am done with the constant arguing. Have neither of them learnt anything from the show?”

The group nodded their heads in agreement with Emma’s words.

“Well if the show has taught us anything, it is that confined spaces cause people to release their secrets.”

Ncuti, Connor, and Emma all stared at Aimee.

“Babe, you are a genius!”

Aimee giggled as Connor placed a kiss on her head.

Ncuti clapped his hands to gain the trios attention.

“Okay! Here is the plan…”

Whilst their friends go the plan underway, Y/N and Asa were still situated very closely on the sofa.

Y/N could not help but let the yawn escape her mouth.

Otis chuckled, his hand squeezing her shoulder.

“If you’re tired, I can grab us a taxi and we can go and carry on watching Stranger Things.”

Y/N giggled.

“That would be nice. I’m just going to go grab my coat and then we can call the taxi.”

As Y/N stood from the sofa, Asa let his hand drop to his lap; lifting his drink to gulp what he had left. Picking up his phone, he busied himself with answering any unanswered texts. But only a few seconds later, the space next to him dipped once more.

Looking up from his phone Otis saw Connor sit down in Y/N’s seat. Ncuti moving to grab the footstool to sit in front of the two men.

“You alright lads?”

The pair quickly shared a look at Asa’s words.

“Yeah, were alright mate. Finally stopped arguing with Y/N?”

The trio chuckled at Connor’s words.

“Actually, she’s pretty tired, so I am going to take her home. She’s just gone to get her coat.”

Connor tried to hide the smile on his face. It seemed that they didn’t even have to try hard for their plan to work.

As Asa waited for Y/N to return, the boys kept up conversation. Soon enough the girls, minus Y/N, came and joined in. Before Asa knew, Y/N had been gone for over 20 minutes.

Detaching from the conversation, Asa looked around the room to see if he could see her anywhere. Y/N was nowhere in sight.

“Guys, has anyone seen Y/N, she said she was going to get her coat. We were going to leave about 20 minutes ago.”

Everyone looked between them, waiting to see who would step up to knock the plan into its next level.

Emma cleared her throat.

“Her coat is in the airing cupboard next to the stairs; she might be around there somewhere.”

Asa thanked his friends, pushing himself from his seat, unknowingly leaving his phone behind.

The young man was unaware of Kedar standing near the staircase, waiting for the boy to approach the airing cupboard.

Asa swerved between the bodies of people and towards the cupboard by the stairs. His gaze still flittering across the room in case Y/N was anywhere else.

Asa quickly approached the cupboard, opening the door to see that Y/N was not there, however, hanging on the rail was her coat. Stepping in to the cupboard, Asa pulled Y/N’s coat from the hanger. Before he could turn around, the door slammed shut behind him. Confused, Asa grabbed onto the door handle and wiggled it up and down. The door was locked.

“What the actual fuck?��

He quickly reached into his pocket for his phone, only to come out empty handed.

All of the sudden the door burst open. Before Asa could even react, he was forced to the ground; groaning in pain.

“Jesus Christ.”

It took Asa a few seconds to realise that the force that pushed him to the ground was Y/N. The girl herself groaning in pain from being pushed into the cupboard.

“Are you okay?”

Y/N raised her head at the sound of Asa’s voice. Quickly realising how close their faces were, she lifted herself up from the floor. Holding her hand out to help Asa up, she pulled him to stand once his hand sat in her own.

“I’m fine. There’s no use in us trying to get out. I heard them lock the door.”

“Them?”

“Aimee and Emma. That’s why I was so long. I came to grab my jacket and they dragged me away to the garden. We were talking and next thing I know they were rushing me back inside and shoved me in here.”

Asa couldn’t help but be confused. Why would their friends lock them inside the cupboard for?

Sliding back down to the floor, Asa watched as Y/N made herself comfortable. Grabbing her coat, which she had dropped on the floor when she was dragged to the garden, Y/N spread the fabric across her legs as a makeshift blanket.

Asa could tell Y/N was tired. They had both planned to be home by now, hilling on the sofa watching Forrest Gump, not stuck in a cupboard with all their friends outside.

Y/N tried desperately to get comfortable but couldn’t. Huffing in annoyance, she pouted, her bottom lip sticking out ever so slightly. Asa couldn’t help but let his eyes drift to her mouth, licking his own lips absentmindedly. Allowing himself to drift to the ground, Asa scooted across the carpet until he was sat next to Y/N. Shoulder to shoulder; with their backs against the wall.

Unconsciously, Y/N moved her head to rest on her best friend’s shoulder. Her lips still set in a prominent pout.

Quickly untensing from the sudden change in position, Asa chuckled at the girl to his side.

“Why are you laughing for? This situation is not funny.”

Another chuckle left Asa’s mouth.

“No, but you are pouting like a child. You’re sulking like you did when you were teenagers and you weren’t allowed on set for a few days of filming.”

Y/N let out an annoyed huff. Snuggling herself closer to Asa, she brought her coat to lie across both of their legs. The boy was a walking furnace and she was going to take advantage of the fact for however long they were going to be stuck in there.

“The only reason they wouldn’t let me on set is because you couldn’t stay focused and they blamed me. I wasn’t even talking to you that day. So how could I have distracted you.”

Asa remember that day so clearly. He had just begun filming Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children in early February 2015. Y/N’s mum had been hired as Head of Wardrobe and Costume for the film; allowing the best friends to spend as much time as possible both on and off set. They were filming what should have been an easy scene, but Asa kept messing up his lines and looking in the complete opposite direction than he was supposed to. Instead of looking at his castmate Ella, his eyes were sinking into the view of Finlay Macmillan flirting with Y/N. Of course, everyone except Y/N realised he was staring at her, and next thing you know, Y/N was asked to go help her mother in wardrobe whilst they filmed.

“But you were talking to Finlay that day.”

Y/N lifted her head, looking at Asa in confusion.

“Yeah, and?”

Asa hands started to become clammy. Was he really going to admit this to himself? To her?

“And he was flirting with you.”

Realisation swept over Y/N’s face.

“No he wasn’t Asa.”

The boy became frustrated at her words.

“He blatantly was.”

Y/N couldn’t help but roll her eyes.

“No, he wasn’t”

Their faces inched closer as their voices grew louder; arguing against the other’s accusations.

Outside the door, Emma, Aimee, Connor, and Ncuti stood, not believing that their friends were still arguing.

Asa shook his head in exasperation. Looking at his friend in disbelief.

“Then please enlighten me in what way Finlay wasn’t flirting with you?”

“Because he was helping me sort out your birthday surprise! You were turning 18 Asa! I wanted to make it the best 18th birthday party you could possibly have. I needed help with decorations and what alcohol to bring for everyone because you know I don’t drink, and I wanted you to feel comfortable and happy.”

He couldn’t believe it. All this time Y/N had convinced Asa that his parents planned his birthday party that year. Not Y/N.

The pair were unaware at how close they were sitting There backs no longer to the wall as they had become so enthralled in their argument that they inched closer and closer towards the other.

“You planned my 18th birthday?”

Y/N couldn’t help the laugh that escaped her mouth.

“Of course, I did. How else would your parents know what alcohol you liked when you were underage. I helped you sneak out to try alcohol whilst I sat there and drank Ribena and made sure you didn’t get too drunk. I also planned your 21st birthday party as well. The only reason you didn’t have one for your 19th or 20th was-“

Asa crashed his lips onto Y/N’s. The kiss did not last long, as Y/N reared her head back in shock.

Y/N spluttered.

“What was that?”

Asa looked at the girl in front of him. The girl he’s known since he was 12 years old. They may have fought over the stupidest things, but he knew he could not fight how he felt anymore.

“I love you.”

Shock enveloped over Y/N’s face.

“I have loved you since I was 16. I have fancied you probably since the day we met. I wanted to be your friend because I thought you were cute, but then you turned out to become the coolest person I know. You distracted me when you spoke to Finlay because it made me jealous. I thought he was flirting with you and that made me jealous. It made me wish that I could man up and tell you how I feel. It took me an extra four years, but I finally have.”

Silence took over the room as Asa finished proclaiming his love for his best friend. The silence began to feel Asa with regret and dread. The young man was about to stand so that he could try and escape the uncomfortable situation. However, he ceased moving when he felt pressure on his arm. Looking down at his arm, his gaze travelled from the grip that Y/N had on him and up towards her face. Now that he finally looked at her, he could see the large smile that radiated from her; as well as the tears collecting in her eyes.

Y/N licked her lips, moving her had from his arm to place it at the nape of his neck, caressing his short hair as her other hand moved to hold his right cheek.

And in 5 simple words, Y/N evaporated the uncomfortable tension in the cupboard.

“I love you too Asa.”

It was Y/N’s turn to pull Asa in for the kiss. Both of them reciprocating the feelings and action. Asa wound his hands around Y/N’s waist as the pair raised to their knees to pull the other impossible closer.

Y/N melted into Asa’s touch; surprised at the dominance and intensity that Asa was displaying. She expected him to be shy or coy. But he had been waiting a very long time for this kiss to happen.

Before things could become even more heated, the door to the cupboard suddenly opened.

“Well at least our plan worked. They have finally stopped arguing.”

Y/N and Asa quickly broke apart and scurried to their feet, placing a slight distance between them.

Their friends all stood at the door, chuckling at Emma’s remark.

“I don’t know. If they’re going to be kissing all the time, I’d rather them argue instead.”

Asa rolled his eyes at Ncuti’s remark. Y/N couldn’t help but smile.

As their friends all stood at the doorway discussing their ‘genius’ plan, Y/N turned and grabbed her jacket pulling it on.

The group ceased their discussions as Y/N came walking towards the entry way.

“Excuse me.”

At the sound of her words the group parted like the Red Sea; watching as she walked away. They quickly all looked at Asa, who still stood alone in the room.

Asa looked just as confused.

It didn’t take long for Y/N to walk back and interlock Asa’s hand with her own. In an even bolder move, she pecked him on the lips in front of her friends.

“I thought we were going to go home and watch Stranger Things?”

Asa smiled at his girl.

“Yeah we are. Let’s go.”

Quickly waving goodbye to their friends, the duo rushed out of the party.

Leaning into her own boyfriend’s embraced, Aimee happily watched as the pair closed the door behind them.

“They will thank us at their wedding.”

And as the night went on, Asa and Y/N snuggled close together on their sofa. Kisses shared between episodes of Stranger Things.

“She definitely fancies Steve.”

Y/N scoffed at Asa’s statement.

“No, she doesn’t.”

“Yes, she does.”

“No, she doesn’t.”

As they argued once more Y/N climbed onto Asa’s lap. The young man’s arms circling her waist as she became comfortable. Their focus not even on the TV anymore.

“Yes, she does.”

Y/N giggled. Leaning to place a long slow kiss on Asa’s lips, she stopped just before their lips could touch.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

And as Asa connected their lips together, he knew that she was the person he would want to argue with for the rest of his life; if it meant that she was his.

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Inexperienced - Otis Milburn Imagine (2/?)

After school, while waiting for Eric, Otis is surprised to have his crush, (y/n), come up to him. The two end up having a bonding experience as (y/n) brings Otis to her favorite spot in town, and learn new things about each other as trust builds between the two. All of this makes Otis wonder if things between them are as platonic as they seem.

Part 1

“Where’s Eric? He should be done with his classes now,” Otis said as he waited by the bike rack in front of the school. “Hey, Otis!” a voice shouted, causing the dark-haired boy to turn towards the source. Coming out of the school’s front entrance, was (y/n), a smile on her face and happiness in her eyes. Otis nervously waved at her, surprised by his friend, and crush, of two months randomly being here at this time. School wa slet out fifteen minutes ago after all and most students would literally sprint out of class, and the school itself, when they were able to.

(Y/n) quickly caught up to him, holding the strap of her backpack. “Eric told me to tell you he’s sorry he couldn’t walk back with you today. He still has detention with Mr. Kendricks he’s got to deal with,” (y/n) apologized for her other friend. “It’s okay. Eric probably is getting sick and tired of being with me all the time anyway,” Otis tried to joke around, but it sounded more depressing than funny. “Oh, that’s not true. Eric loves you. In a non-romantic way, obviously,” (y/n) reassured him. Otis stifled a burst of laughter at the last sentence, but a smile still made its way to his lips. “Is it okay if I walk with you instead? My house is on the way,” (y/n) asked. “Sure, why not,” Otis said calmly. But on the inside, he was screaming and flailing around.

(y/n) continued to chat with Otis as he walked alongside his bicycle. “So, anything new happened today?” Otis asked, starting the conversation. “Nothing much. Maeve has started to trust me more. Enough for her to confide in me about her family life,” (y/n) said, staring off into the distance as they traveled along the walking bridge Otis took to get to and from school everyday. “That’s actually awesome. I’m glad you and her are getting along so well. She never talks about stuff like to that to just anyone. The only one she’s talk to about her home life was me.” “I understand why she does. With everyone calling her Cockbiter, she doesn’t need other people to tease her about her non-existent family”, (y/n) said.

A brief silence was shared between the two, before (y/n) broke it. “Hey, do you want to see something cool?” (y/n) asked excitedly, here eyes shining with excitement. Otis was so entranced by her innocent joy that she’ll be able to show him something so special to her that he just had to agree. “Alright, lead the way,” he said. (y/n) squealed in excitement and smiled widely, teeth shining brightly as she grabbed Otis’s hand and pulled him along. A blush burned on his cheeks at the girl holding his hand, but (y/n) seemed oblivious to this. So, (y/n) led him away from his usual route, through the trees, across a stream, and into a field of flowers overlooking the town.

(y/n) let go of Otis’s hand and ran into the seemingly endless rows of wild flowers. Otis could only look at the scene with amazement, the sun warm on his skin, the scent of flowers wafting through the air. “Otis! Come sit next to me!” (y/n) yelled from her spot on the flowery hill. Otis had no trouble finding his new friend, the flowers and grass, not the high enough to hide a person if they want to rest and enjoy the scenery sitting down. He sat next to (y/n), the wild green grass tickling the palms of his hands. “So, what do you think of my little spot?” (y/n) asked, as they stared at the town below. “It’s so peaceful here. How have I never been here before?” Otis wondered out loud. “I found this place about a month ago. It’s quickly been my go to place to get away from the drama of school and everyday life,” (y/n) explained. Her eyes were closed as she basked in the afternoon sunlight. She looks absolutely perfect, Otis thought as he admired her. They sat and enjoyed the silence as they watched the world go by from their little slice of heaven.

“Otis,” (y/n) said as the sky turned pink, the sun about to set. “Can I confide in you about something?” “Of course,. You can trust me. And I promise not to tell anyone if you’re worried,” Otis replied, wondering what she wanted to tell him. A part of him was happy that she wanted to confide in him about her worries, too. (y/n) inhaled, then started to speak. “Do you ever feel like you’re completely clueless about relationships?” she asked as she looked at the landscape. “What?” Otis was confused; what did she mean? “Like I feel completely oblivious about love and maintaining a good romantic relationship. I’ve never had a boyfriend or anything and usually its because I’m scammed I’ll do the wrong thing. And everyone seems to be experts in this field. Hell, I just saw a couple fucking behind the bushes on in front of the school!”

Otis chuckled at the last sentence in her little rant, having seen the same exact thing every day of school and complained about it too. “Hey, you can’t be the only one who feels this way,” Otis tried to reassure her. “It seems very unlikely. I feel so isolated because of it and like there is something wrong with me,” (y/n) said, fingers playing around with the strand and petals of flowers next to her. She was refusing to make eye contact with Otis. Said boy sat back and decided to tell her what he barely told anyone, even his mom. “Well, I’m still a virgin and sexually inexperienced,” he said, a blush coming to his cheeks. I can’t believe I’m telling her this, Otis though in embarrassment. “Really? So you feel the same way as I do,” (y/n) wondered out loud. “You can say that. But the thing is that I have more trouble than you do,” Otis admitted. “What do you mean?”

“Um, it’s not something I usually talk about,” he said nervously, palms starting to sweat. “Come on, Otis. I told you about my embarrassing problems,” (y/n) tried to persuade him. “It’s hard to admit, especially to you. The only one who know about this is Eric. Well, besides my mom, but that’s because she’s very nosy.” (y/n) giggled when he complained about his mother. “Please, Otis, I promise not to tell anyone. This will just be between you and me.” “I don’t know ...” “Please, for me.” Otis stared at (y/n), heart strings being pulled, as she gave him a puppy-eyed look that he caved in from. “Ok,” he sighed. (y/n) smiled and repositioned herself in a comfortable position, eagerly waiting for him to began. I naturally trust her. Why? Otis thought before he began to tell her his most embarrassing secret.

“God, I can’t believe I’m admitting this. Alright, here I go; I can’t masturabte,” he said, the last sentence being spoken in a rush. “Wait, you can’t ...” (y/n) trailed off and made hand motions for the act. “I mean, it works fine and everything and I know its natural and everyone does it, but I just ... can’t. I feel icky doing it,” Otis explained, cheeks hot as he admitted this. “Hmm, interesting. Have you thought that you might be celibate or asexual?” (y/n) asked, curious and seeming to understand him. “No, I’m definitely not either of those. I was dating Ola, before she broke it off with me, and I’m still plagued by hormonal teenage urges,” Otis tried to explain, without going into too much detail.

“It might be psychological then. Like a bad memory pops up whenever you try it or think about it,” (y/n) pondered, trying to figure out the cause of Otis’s complex personal problem. “Maybe,” Otis mumbled. He specifically remembered the incident with Lily. When the weird girl tried to touch him and act sexy, which failed horribly, he did have a panic attack when the memory of him catching his father having sex with his patients behind his mother’s back popped up when Lily touched him. “Have you tried to talking to your mom? I know she’s a sex therapist, so maybe you can professional help from her,” (y/n) questioned. “Definitely not. I don’t need her to find out about this. She already embarasses me by nonchalantly talking about sex and telling people about my sex life. Well lack of a sexual live,” Otis ranted.

“Sadly, you can’t go to the Clinic for help. I was actually thinking of going to it for my problem,” (y/n) said. “You were?” Otis said, amazed. “Yeah, but I like this way better. We both get to learn more about each other and build trust between us,” (y/n) continued, a bright smile on her face. Otis could feel his heart flutter in his chest from admiration, falling more in love with her. “I’m glad we got the chance to talk then,” Otis replied, bright blue eyes looking at the (h/c) haired girl next to him, with affectionate eyes. “And talk about what’s bothering you so much.” “Me, too, Otis. Me, too.”

Otis noticed that his left hand and (y/n)’s right hand were resting next to each other on the grassy ground. Gaining a sudden wave of courage, he nonchalantly covered her hand with his, inwardly shuttering at the feeling of (y/n)’s soft warm skin. (y/n) didn’t move her hand when he ghosted his hand over hers, giving no indication besides a small smile that he did anything. If Otis’s heart wasn’t beating rapidly before, it definitely was when (y/n) shuffled closer to him and lightly laid her head on his shoulder, then gently grasped his left hand that Otis had laid over hers. He decided to just enjoy the moment, looking at the landscape before him as it slowly changed color as the sun started to set.

The moment was interrupted by a phone rigging, the shrill noise braking the quiet and calm scene. (y/n) hurriedly detached herself from Otis, rummaging through her pants pockets looking for her phone. She eventually found it and quickly answered the phone call, speaking a frantic greeting in the speaker. Otis could hear a woman on the other end, talking loudly to the point she was almost screaming, yet he couldn’t hear what she said. “Sorry, mom, I’ll come home right now. I’ll be there soon,” (y/n) said before ending the call. “I’ve got to go home, Otis. I completely lost track of time and I made my mom worried,” she explained to Otis, getting up and gathering her stuff. “Oh. It’s okay. I’ve got to go home, too,” he reassured her, getting up from the ground, too. A part of Otis was sad that she had to leave, enjoying the way they just basked in each other’s presence and didn’t have to say a word to enjoy their time together.

He grabbed his backpack and bike, silently followed (y/n) across the field of flowers, into the woods, past the little stream, and onto the walking/biking path that eventually led to the Otis’s street. Before the two went on their separate ways, (y/n) turned to Ots. “I enjoyed spending time with you, Otis. I can’t wait to do this again,” she said, a king smile on her face. “I did, too. I have a feeling I’ll keep going to that field again and again,” Otis replied, looking down at the (slightly/much) shorter girl, her infectious smile making its way to his face. “I’ll see you tomorrow?” (y/n) asked. “Of course. You’ll see me at my locker next to yours.” “Good. I’ll see you tomorrow then.”

(y/n) suddenly left a small peck of her lips on his cheek, before leaving him frozen in shock at the wooden bridge. Otis could only stand there, his cheeks red, watching (y/n) rush back home. When her figure disappeared from his sight, Otis lifted a hand to feel the cheek she kissed, almost feeling the smoothness and warmth of her lips on his cheek. Otis started to half celebrate, half freak out about this. She kissed my cheek! I can’t believe it! Does that mean she likes me? Or was that a platonic kiss? Otis wondered. A text notification broke Otis away from his inward battle, making him take a look at his phone. He got a text from mother, who was wondering where he was and that dinner was waiting for him on the table. Otis quickly mounted his bike and pedalled away towards his house, the cheek kiss still on his mind.

TO BE CONTINUED

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