#sex education imagine

[jamiedc-they-them]

Being Maeve’s sister and her helping you when you have a panic attack:

Maeve knows you struggle with anxiety. You have been since forever.

Maeve is someone who researches a ton, and so she has found out all she can about your mental struggle.

When you’re able to, you tell her what you can. Trying to explain it in a way that she’d understand. She hates how it just adds to your struggle as you keep going in – what you assume to be anyway — circles and getting frustrated.

The school is actually fairly good with you and your struggle. They allow you to leave class when you need. It’s on one of these days that you can feel it starting. Your handshakes, you feel your heart start to race – alongside your mind.

You raise your hand, and the teacher nods, even if looking concerned.

Maeve looks even more so. She doesn’t put her hand up, however, and just goes after you.

She doesn’t have to look far. She finds you leaning against the wall, eyes shut and mind spiralling.

She runs up to you, taking her bag off while trying to also find an object inside of it. It’s a mess.

“Shit. Y/N. Ok. You’re ok. Uh, fuck, hold on,” she says as she falls to her knees, looking through her bag again.

“Here,” she says, putting a ball in your hand. Your eyes open at the contact. You squeeze it out of instinct.

“Try to follow my breathing, ok?” she asks. You look at her, eyes saying so many things to her at once. She hates it, she hates seeing you like this.

She takes a deep breath in. You try to copy. It’s not perfect, and you restart a few times, but you manage to copy her.

“And out for four,” she says, slowly exhaling. Once again, you try to follow.

“Keep on with the ball. Copy me again. You’re ok, Y/N. You’re ok,” she repeats this, alongside the breathing exercises, a few times.

She doesn’t care how much time has passed, if any at all. Right now, you’re the priority.

After a few more goes, you start to get your breathing under control.

“Are you ok with contact?” She asks. You nod, and so does she. She sits against the wall, and pulls you into her side, wrapping an arm around you and rubbing your arm.

“Tha – Thank you,” you get out, shakily, curling into yourself.

“You don’t have to thank me,” she says softly, putting her head on yours, “I’m always here.”

“I don’t—”

“You aren’t a burden on me or anyone. Ever.”

“Don’t you get bored of saying that, though?”

She shakes her head, “no. I’ll say it as many times as a have to. Do you want to stay sat for a bit longer?”

“Can we?”

“We’ll stay as long as you want us to,” she pauses as you both see a student pause and look at you both like it’s weird, “fuck off, ok,” she says, voice stern. When the student doesn’t move, she reaches her foot out, ready to give a kick with at least some power. The student runs off. She returns her head on top of yours.

“Thanks,” you say.

“Anytime. Nosey wankers, anyway.”

She’s true to her word. She sometimes moves to combing her hand through your hair as you subconsciously squeeze the stress ball you forgot you had years ago.

When you’re ready to leave, she helps you up, and gives you a once over. She checks with you again if you’re ready.

The teacher doesn’t say anything when you both re-enter, but once there has been some work set, there is a relieved smile given to you. You return it.

You then look back at your sister, giving her a grateful smile. She returns it.

She’s always got your back. However/whenever you need.

[itscoolayout]

Daddy Issues (Jackson Marchetti x Reader)

Hey! I've never written something like this before, but I just watched season 4 of Sex Education and It makes me so mad how underrated Jackson is, so i tried to write something about him. Hope you like it!

Warnings: Spoilers from season 4, mentions of death.

After the loss of your father, your mother couldn't afford living in your town anymore, so you two had to move to Moordale, and that also meant starting in a new high school in the middle of the year. You didn't put any objection because you knew that your mother was already facing enough at the moment, but you didn't know how to handle that many changes in such a short period of time. Now you were being introduced by your teacher to your new classmates in Cavendish, putting on your cool girl facade to cover up you were freaking inside.

"Pairs are already made, so you will work as a team with Jackson and Vivienne", the teacher said, pointing at the two on the first row. You nodded your head and gave them a sided smile. You immediately felt how your heart skipped a beat when Jackson returned your smile. Viv didn't say a word for a couple of minutes, too busy taking notes of the class, until she realized you were even quicker than her.

"How do you do that?"

"What do you mean?", you said in confusion.

"You have written every word she said, but i can't even put up with all her rambling", she said obviously annoyed. You smuffled a laugh.

"I can give you my notes after class so you won't miss anything", she smiled and nodded at you, before paying attention again to the class.

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Just like that, the three became a group of friends, studying after classes and sitting together at break time. You found with them a safe place in the chaos that was going on in your life. Also, you became more and more aware of your feelings for Jackson, cause anytime he would put an arm above your shoulders or would hug you goodbye, you would paralyzed as if you didn't know how to react. One day, you were in your room, waiting for Viv and Jackson to come and study for your coming Chemistry exam. You heard the bell ring and went to open the door.

"Hey y/n... you know i love how those grey sweatpants look on you, but maybe it's time to let them go", he said jokingly with a mischevious smile, nodding at the hole at the end of your old sweatpants.

"You enjoy the views too much. I would never do that to you", you tried to say without laughing, but failing at the end. That was how your friendship was, a joke there and then, but you always shrugged it off as just jokes. He laughed back and came inside, but then you realized Viv wasn't with him.

"Where's Viv?"

"Remember she told us she had a date with Beau?"

"Oh, you're right ", you slapped yourself from inside, and looked at him. Then you realized that it was the first time you were alone with him, without Viv by your side. The thought made you so nervous that you regretted making the plan in the first place.

"... So, are we going to your room to study or not?", he said confused, looking at you still wordless.

"Of course!", you said a little too high to your liking. "Did you brought the card notes we did in class with Viv?", you asked to change the subject, while going upstairs to your room. He nodded and showed them to you.

After an hour studying together, your mind became absent, paying more attention on his full lips than what he was actually talking about.

"y/n? Are you listening to me?", he asked. You blinked, not knowing exactly what was the right answer. After a couple of seconds, you finally gave up on searching for excuses.

"I am really trying to. Sorry, I think we should take a rest"

"You should have said it earlier. I wanted to gossip with you about this guy Viv is dating now", he said laying back in your bed. You laughed looking at him from your chair desk.

"Yeah, at first he seemed like a good guy but i feel like something is off with him, i'm not sure"

"Exactly!", he said in agreement. "I knew i couldn't be the only one that felt a weird vibe from this guy. He always shows up out of nowhere, is like he's Viv's shadow", he continued. You talked about it for half an hour, until you excused yourself to the bathroom. When you came back, Jackson was looking at a photo of your family. It was from the old days, when your parents took you to a theme park. You were posing with an ice cone in your hand, while your dad was hugging you from behind. Jackson immediately took a step back from the photo when he realized you were back, knowing that was a sensitive topic for you.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to sneak up on anything..."

"Don't worry", you cut him off. "Usually, when I think of him it hurts so much that i can feel it in my chest", you said, standing next to him, both of you looking now at the photo. "But this photo brings me back to that day and gives me some kind of comfort", you explained, trying to keep a neutral tone, not wanting him to notice any sign of sadness in your voice.

"I know it's an awful reasurance but try thinking how lucky you were having him by your side all those years", he said in a soft voice, looking at you in the most tender and loving way. You felt the touch of his knuckles against yours, and felt your heart doing flips inside your chest. By instinct, you almost immediately broke apart the touch and turned around.

"You know what? I think we may have more in common than we thought at first. Like the daddy issues, for example", he said trying to lighten the mood, but caughting you out of guard.

"What do you mean?", you asked confused. He sat next to you in your bed. He started playing with his fingers, too nervous to look you in your eyes.

"Do you remember the lump i found out in my testicle?"

"Yeah, but the doctor told you it was nothing to worry about, right?", you asked worringly.

"I know, but it still made me want to meet the sperm donor. So i called the clinic, but they told me they don't have any information about me or my mother", he said, still looking everywhere but you. You grabbed his hand, trying to calm him down. He looked at you surprised and smiled. "I have tried talking about it with my moms, but they still refuse to give me an answer. I know they are hiding something"

"How can i help you?", you asked without any hesitant. He looked at the time in his phone.

“Right now there’s no one in my house. Do you wanna come with me to search for some clues?”

“Sure”

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You searched for god knows what in drawers and wardrobes of the whole house, his mothers bedroom the only room left. You looked at Jackson, asking without words if he wanted to cross that door. He nodded as he turned the door knob. You were trying to find something beneath the bed, while he was looking inside various drawers, until he saw a letter. He sat next to you on the floor, reading together that cheesy and even gross letter from a man called Jerome to his mom Roz. You couldn’t shake off the feeling that you were reading something you weren’t supposed to, but it was something important for him so you stayed quiet. He didn’t say anything for a couple of minutes, looking at the letter so intensely like he could make a hole in the paper just by his stare.

“Do you wanna pay him a visit?”, he looked at you, a scary look in his eyes.

“I don’t know… I mean, yes, I want to, but I don’t know how to tell this guy that he may be my father”, he answered lowly, almost a whisper.

“We will figure it out”, you simply said, resting your head on his shoulder. He took a deep breath, feeling how all his muscles relaxed when he breathed out and rested his head over yours.

__________________

You two found the address in the letter. Jackson looked at you, almost shaking. You grabbed both of his hands and squeezed them reassuringly. “I will be waiting for you right here. It will be okay”, you said in a soft voice. He nodded and let go of your hands. You watched how he approched the house hesitantly. You saw how a bald black man with a beard opened the door, and how Jackson was gesturing towards him, probably trying to explain the situation. Suddenly, the man closed the door abruptly. You couldn’t see Jackson’s face, but he stayed still in front of the door, not moving an inch. You started walking towards him, until you were behind him.

“Jackson”, you said, but didn’t got any answer. “Jackson”, you repeated, trying to touch his shoulder. He flinched at the touch and pulled away. You started to hear his deep breaths. “Jackson, please, look at me”, you said worried, making an effort to not touch him again and give him the space he needed. He turned around slowly and you could feel your heart ache when you saw his state. He had his eyes closed, probably trying to calm himself down, breathing erratically, his whole body trembling. You could see a painful expression on his face while he was touching his chest. You knew he suffered from anxiety but as far as you knew, in the last year he was handling it pretty well. Until now, that he was probably having an anxiety attack.

“Okay, don’t worry”, you said, almost as if you were reassuring yourself more than him, cause you didn’t really know how to help him. “I’m here, ‘kay? I’m here with you”, you said in a smooth voice, touching his shoulders slighty. He didn’t answer but didn’t step back either, so you gave him a caress along his arm until you were grabbing his hand. “Do you want to sit down?”, still no answer, but he let you guide him to sit down in the pavement in front of the house.

“He-he told me to g-go away”, he managed to say after a couple of minutes, still breathing heavily. He dropped his head backwards, looking at the sky. You placed yourself in front of him, caressing his arms up and down.

“That’s his lost. But before talking about it, I need you to try breathing normally. Will you breath with me?”, then he finally looked at you, the vulnerability and panic in his eyes making you feel like you could set that house on fire just to reassure him a little bit. He nodded slightly as you grabbed his hand to put it above your chest, and the other one above his. “Do you feel how calm is my pulse? I need you to steady yours as well. Breathe in”, you could feel his hands trembling behind yours, but he still followed your instructions. “Now, breathe out”, for a couple of minutes, you just stayed like that, breathing together, looking into each other’s eyes. Finally, he calmed himself down, but still didn’t let go of your hands.

“Thank you”, he whispered, letting his forehead rest against yours. You smiled.

“I got you”, you said back. It felt like you could stay like that for hours. "You were right after all. We both have daddy issues”, you joked. He shook his head, trying not to laugh.

“I told you so”, he said, kissing your knuckles.

[thesecretcornerintheroom]

You didn’t ask me…

Pairing: Jackson Marchettie x black female reader

Warnings: Smut. (18+) Dirty talk, Angst, praise kink.

The plot: You go to a party to get over Jackson but you didn’t know it would be at his house….

Hey y’all long time no see😊 here’s a imagine for y’all I know it’s random but I was inspired this morning to write it.

Now y’all…This one is nasty

Oh my god, you know what's terrible? Have a callus test I didn’t study for said Aimee as she yelled at me with her breath, wreaking off whatever concoction was in the punch. “Right, well, I’m pretty sure you meant calculus, and don’t worry, Mr. Brown, postpone it till Monday,” I said, yelling over the loud music. Mave and Aimee said I have been more distant than usual. This is true between studying, my job after school and trying to forget about him…I’ve been occupied. So they decided to drag me out on a school night to a party, and they also decided to dress me and this dress, oh don’t get me started on the dress. OH Y/N, Mave says, running over giggly, “that guy over there keeps looking at you, and I overheard him say something about you, the dress being well fit.”

Even though those are words every teenager would love to hear at a party, not me, I was forced to come here and listen to music. I’m not particularly eager to tolerate people wreaking liquor, weed, and body fluid poring through their pores. “Lucky me,” I responded cheaply. “You know you got to get out of this rut. I understand you and- before Mave could finish the sentence, I cut her off. “Look, I told you I didn’t wanna come tonight, I told you I wasn’t ready, and the fact that I went to this party knowing it was going to be in his house makes me, even more, the bitter, okay” I said with a snappy and tight voice. Mave looked at me with sadness in her eyes “oh y/n we didn’t even think about that” she said looking at Aimee for a confirmation. “It’s fine, speaking of Calculus,” I told Aimee. “I need to go get something.”

As I make my way upstairs, away from all the drunk bodies and loud music, I feel a calming sensation run over me. I know exactly where I’m going. I’ve been here enough time to know which room is his. “Once u get upstairs, it's the second door down to your right,” was the instructions now engraved in my head. As I approached the door, I expected a lot of things. I expect him to be on the other side cause I haven’t seen him at his party. I expect to go in there and cry from memories that serve my heart no purpose. I also expect the door to be locked cause it is a party happening. But no, as I opened the door, I saw his room in typical shape, not too clean but also not too dirty signifies that someone is living there and using this room. The space was empty, so I decided to be quick about what I would do.

Walking over to his backpack, I picked up his bag, and Doug through it, looking for my Calculus book. I found it in my red notebook with the word I hate math written on top. And his drawing of a smiley face. I let him borrow the notebook two weeks before we split. Now I’m regretting it cause I have to cram and study for a test cause I haven’t asked for the notebook back. As soon as I turned to leave, I heard, “You know you just could’ve asked me, right.” This made me freeze. “I just needed my book to study, and I have nothing to say to you,” I said, trying to walk past him and avoid eye contact. “Nice dress. It’s not your vibe, though, is it?” He said, leaning against the doorway with a calm voice. I wore a long fitted dress that stopped at my ankles, with lace in it, and a slit that stopped mid-thigh. I will admit this dress is charming and did compliment my figure well. It just wasn’t my speed; I preferred sweaters and skirts and loafers. Mave made me wear it, but we comprise, and I put a white short-sleeved top under it.

“Wanted to try something different,” I said, still not looking at him. I feel him staring at me, though, soaking me up for everything that I am. “Y/n can we talk, please,” he said. I snapped my eyes up at him furiously, finally looking him in the face and looking him in the eyes those grayish brown eyes that I’ve looked at a thousand times before. “Talk about what, Jackson,” I say, his name with so much stiffness. I haven’t said his word or looked at him in weeks. When I’m at school, I avoid him and every spot I know he’ll be at.

“We have nothing to talk about. You told me that you needed time for yourself, that you felt like you were moving too fast and didn’t feel well, and how can I be mad at that? At least you were honest, and I understand that the last two years were rough on you, so I get that. So how can I be mad? How? I said words vomiting my feelings, my chest tightening and my voice shaking. I knew it was time to go before I started crying.

“It's okay to be mad at me, y/n” replied. Jackson, “you aren’t perfect, and I’m not perfect, and if this situation were simple, we wouldn’t be arguing right now,” said Jackson. With every word he says, he’s getting closer to me as I stand in the middle of the room, clenching my book for dear life. “I told you I wasn’t ready because I’m not,” he said with a quick breath. “Because when I still have these panic attacks, and I still find myself wanting to be isolated when it all becomes too much, so I’m not ready for someone like you who is strong and patient and willing. It would be wrong of me to ask you to endure that with me,” Jackson said, searching your eyes with his glossed over, hoping you would understand, and you know Jackson better than most. “The problem is you didn’t even ask me,” said y/n knowing that those words were as robust and one of the scariest things she could say. She was saying that she would take on his heartaches, and his burdens, while also being there to support him through his happiness and his celebrations.

Before y/n could even process the emotions she saw on his face, she felt a hand meet the back of her head, and his soft lips touched her. He was kissing her so softly, like he was afraid she would run away from her. But y/n had more to fear at this moment. She knew Jackson felt more scared than ever. Right now Jackson was like Bambi. He felt small and skittish. So y/n grabbed his wrist and kissed him back deeply. The kiss was soft and strategic, and they poured confirmations into each other without saying anything. Before she knew it, y/n panties were on the floor her dress was rising as the back of her knees connected with Jackson's bed. Jackson was now on top of y/n, taking his hands from her knee to her hip and bunging her dress up to her hips.

“Y/n,” Jackson said, nipping at her neck and hearing a moan release from Y/n. “Jackson,” she moaned as she felt everything around her slowly becoming undone. Her dress was now scrunched up on her hips her shirt and bra were somehow removed. “Jackson, Jackson, Jackson”where all that she thought could, which was linger his name as she felt herself come undone like a button. Her core was getting wetter and wetter and was throbbing. Her dress now not covering anything on her body but her waist and her breast exposed to the air in his room. Jackson stood up and undressed himself. At that moment, all y/n could do was admire him. How beautiful and rigid he looked and soft all at the same time. Once fully undressed, y/n grabbed him and pulled him back onto the bed. He spoke No words, but Jackson knew what he wanted to do. He put her on her back and connected his hips to her nipple while teasing her fold with his thumbs. He moved his finger to her clit. He wasted no time running it back and forth. This ignited something in y/n, making her gasp and arch her back while she had one of her hands grabbing his hair and the other one holding the sheets.

“Don’t hold back on me, okay” he said with his voice a little rougher than usual. He starts to finger her, not wasting any time spoiling her and her cunt. Going in and out of her making her body tense up. Y/n could feel herself being invaded, her wetness pooling onto his hands, the stickiness between her thighs. She couldn’t help but moan. Uh, she moaned, grabbing his wrist and making him go deeper she could feel his fingers inside her, his knuckle grazing the outer side and his finger curving to her insides. Oh fuck please she said, her hips tensing up. While her hand held his wrist, helping him with the motion, she enjoyed it so much. Jackson was in awe. He loved seeing her fuck herself by using him. His dick was hard against the bed, but he could wait cause this wasn’t about him right now.

Curving his two fingers just a Lil more, she moved his wrist faster. He felt her jerk. He grazed it, that spot. Before he knew it, he grabbed his wrist with his other hand and pinned it down, and started to go back and forth, hitting that spot. From his view, it was Lovely seeing her cunt swell and her getting wetter and the build-up of her cum on her thighs and it dripping from her. He was in absolute paradise. “Oh fuck please she said, her mouth gapped open, her hips spasming while her legs were wide open for him. As y/n felt herself coming undone again. She felt the feeling building in her core. “Let it go, my love,” Jackson said as he started to suck on your clit while fingering you. Your body was in overdrive now and was sensitive. You jerked at the feeling. “Oh fuck” you said. Jackson held you down with one hand on your lower stomach. You don’t know precisely what it did. You don’t know if it was the fingers, the sucking, or the pressure, but you came. The release left your body, and you were shaking.

As Jackson rose from his position, his chin glistened and his dick hard panting. “Here, let me help you get yourself back together he said, trying to find your bra. Over…this isn’t over. It’s his turn now. You suddenly realize that you are still in his house, and a party is still going on downstairs with over 100 occupied bodies. Even though you were weak, your body was eating the high. You crawled to the edge of the bed and said, turning to grab his dick, causing Jackson to moan, “Y/n wait” Before you could register, you stopped. “Are you sure your body has been through a lot and”-Fuck that You thought, grabbing his dick and licking his head made Jackson's knees buckle.

As you took him in, as far as you could, you started to play with his balls. You noticed that Jackson now had his hands on your shoulder, squeezing them tightly as you sat on the edge of the bed. You look up to see him with his head back, Addams apple Bobbing. Realsing my mouth from his base, I tasted the salty pre-crum swelling at the head. I worked my way down to his balls and licked and teased them as my hand grabbed his base, and my wrist engaged in the motion, causing his body to cleanse and his grip on my should to tighten. This made me giggle. I grabbed his hands and put them on the back of my head. Jackson looked down at me and shook my head. He held his dick and placed it on my lips, waiting for me to open my mouth.

As I opened my mouth, I felt his hand grab the back of my head and push me down slowly. As I look up, he’s looking at me in all my glory, titties out, mouth stuffed, and my lips moving back and forth on his shaft. He let out a strangled moan “shit, y/n, we can’t be up here all night,” he said breathlessly. His statement made me suck harder cause, yes, we can. His eye snapped open, and his hand started moving my head faster. I feel his vein throbbing on my challenging I see his stomach tightening. The saliva and pre cum are all over his dick, glistening. As he moves his hips in my mouth, words and moans fall from his lips. “You make me feel so good, and I’m sorry for- the words were interrupted by a deep and rough moan due to me playing with his balls and sucking harder. I don’t want to hear any sorry I want you to come undone.

His hip where now moving erratically, his hip moving more sloppily now his dick was wet and covered and cum, and the vein that was throbbing on my tongue was now realizing the salty/sweet taste in my mouth and down my throat. His dick left my mouth with a pop. And his body flopped on the bed. He was lying beside me, breathless, tired. I laid back on the bed beside him and looked at the ceiling, and said, “I know you're sorry, but when I said that your pain is my pain as well as your joys and pleasures, I meant that” as I turned to him on the bed looking him in his eyes, his eyes low and his breathing slowed. “ I forgive you,” I said, looking into his eyes, making sure he understood me. “Now,” I said, standing up, fixing my dress, disregarding my undergarments, and placing the dress back on me nicely while checking myself in the mirror and throwing Jackson his underwear. “Let’s get back to the party.”

[welcometogrouchland]

my Stephanie Brown hot take is that she should get mad bitches now that she's single in comics. Yes yes shipping BUT the one time she had sex she was punished by the narrative via teen pregnancy. I think she should be allowed to have as much sex as she wants with zero consequences. Could be a lot of sex, could be a little. Point is she should get to do it without getting narratively baby trapped this time. she should get them pregnant, actually.

[stackslip]

it's always funny to me to see people adamant in trying to rephrase the idea that sex is special and there's something incomplete in your life if you haven't had sex at least once, even when they try to couch that idea in shit like "but even if you don't end up like it you should!!! maybe you'll end up (normal) (good) liking it!!!!" meanwhile i'm here a Certified Sex Haver who's had it multiple times and enjoys it thoroughly, and has offered it to friends who haven't experienced it and are curious about it. and like. i enjoy it in the same way i enjoy playing video games. it is fun. it is nice to share, and doing it with someone you care about might heighten your relationship. i am not out there claiming anybody who has never played a video game is missing out and has something fundamentally broken in them and that if you haven't played video games you're a stupid nerd or whatever. any attempts to convince people that it's *cowardly* to not try sex just reeks of pathetic desire to feel morally superior meanwhile they're out there reinforcing the conservative idea that there's something mystical and magical about sex that fundamentally changes you as a person, a Before and After Having Had Sex. and like, sorry to say that will always be an insanely reactionary position no matter what language you couch it in

[somethingsketchy3]

i desperately need jessie mei li to be sophie beckett please 🙏

the sketch kinda got away from me, but im really glad i got to just let go and experiment with blending modes and just not take things so seriously for once.

maybe ill get around to cleaning it and make it into something more or maybe ill just leave it as is. (tbh my brain was turned off when designing the outfits so im not 100% about them and i might redesign that bit)

ANYWHO, @/netflix, PLEASE CAST JESSIE MEI LI AS SOPHIE BECKETT!!!

✨thank youuu✨

[drawyourblankas]

Draw your characters like this

[incorrectquotesideas-deactivated]

Person A: You seem to know a lot about Person C’s relationship status.

Person B: Yes, because we're friends and friends share things.

Person A: Like bodily fluids?

[unhonestlymirror]

Why hetalia fans make post-soviet stress&depression Lithuania's whole fucking personality is another mystery I'm about to solve yet. I also hate it when they make Lithuania a grey background for anyone else: America, Poland, russia, whatever.

[jamiedc-they-them]

Can we get a being maeve wileys friend and having bad anxiety hc?

Squeeze (Platonic)

First thing first is that she doesn't judge you, ever.

She always goes at your pace. No matter what that is.

She's closed off with a lot of people, but there is a softness to her that only you see.

"We don't have to go if you don't want to," she offers all the time.

"It's - it's school, Maeve."

She shrugs, "if it makes you uncomfortable, we can skip a day."

That makes your anxiety bubble more.

She holds a hand out. You place your one in her own. She can feel you slightly shaking and runs her thumb over your knuckles.

"Sorry," she says, softly.

"I'm sorry," you say, mind running at a million miles an hour.

She squeezes your hand, "don't you ever be sorry. Your mental health is much more important to me than a fucking slapped wrist for not going in."

"I just --" she just waits, not forcing you to meet her eyes, as your shoot off over her shoulder, to the ground, to your hands.

"I just don't want to get in trouble. I mean - if we skip and they find out, my parents will find out, and that will make it all worse and then the teachers who I have a good rapport with will -"

Her eyes soften, and she squeezes your hand again, hoping to remind you that she is here.

She lets you continue, letting it out as best you can. About the worry you have bottled up inside of you.

" -- and what, what if they all find out at school, Maeve! You can deal with the looks, I can't deal with that! You can, you always can!"

She doesn't take your words to heart, she knows you need this, to vent. You are trembling now, working yourself up.

She keeps her hand in yours, a sort of lifeline or grounding technique that she hopes works.

"I can deal with them," she says. She means it, she will.

You pause, looking at her, eyes shimmering, "no," you deny instantly, "I'm not having you get into trouble because I'm spiralling."

“It’s worth it if it helps you.”

You take your hand out of hers, it then going to your arm as you rub it up and down.

“I’m not having you do that again.”

She nods, trying to think of another way to help you avoid the stares of your judgy peers.

“I can pick the lock of the side door. It’s how I got in last week.”

“You what?!”

“I’m joking…half-joking.”

Her attempt doesn’t help. You run your hands through your hair, before sitting down on a bench.

She watches you, actually looks at you. You put your head in your hands, before using the palm to rub your eyes. She hears you sniffle.

She softens more, sitting next to you silently.

“I’m sorry, that was a dickish joke to make,” she says.

You sit back, face resting on a hand as your elbow sits on the bench.

“It’s so dumb,” you say, “I should be able to walk through a bloody school.”

“It’s not dumb,” Maeve assures, “it’s your anxiety. It’s perfectly valid to feel this way. Besides, that school -“ she points to it, “is not the kindest, as much as they try. But, I do know that there will be a teacher in there who understands. I can do the talking, but we can go see someone about getting you a pass.”

You look back to your friend, “a pass?”

“To use when your anxiety is overwhelming, to step outside or leave early.”

“But — that puts a bigger target on my back, doesn’t it?”

She leans forward, offering her hand again, “not with the whole school board knowing. Like I said, (your name), there are good teachers and people in there. I’ll do the talking, they’ll understand. If you need to step outside while I talk to them, you can. There’s no shame in it. But I’m not going to let you go through this alone.”

You look at your friend, seeing the commitment to helping, even though you may spiral again with your anxiety - the thing focusing on something else for a while to stress you - but she just waits, patiently. She isn’t leaving.

You put your hand in her’s. She squeezes it.

You squeeze back.

“We’ll walk at your pace. You’re not alone, promise. You’ve got me, the rest of our friends and a school to have your back.”

“I don’t think I can - I don’t think I can ever thank you enough.”

She gets up, pulling you up with her, “you being you is more than enough. Your company is enough. Now, let’s go see about this slip.”

It might not have fully gone away, and you are sure it will come back with something else, but you know one thing for certain: Maeve won’t let you fight it alone.

[nightcolorz]

Thinking rn about how armand and lestat grew up in very similar circumstances. Both impoverished boys born to big families, fighting to survive through harsh unending winters, with no choice but to hunt and kill if they mean to live through the season. Both of their mothers routinely got pregnant only to watch the child die in the harsh conditions. By there very existences and capabilities of survival beyond infancy Armand and Lestat are “miracles”. Both considered unusual amongst their families for there personalities and skills that were beyond the lifestyle expected of them. Idk this has been on me my mind lately. Another check on the “Lestat and armand r characters with extremely similar traumas upbringings and perspectives that clash do to the complication of having someone who understands u more then anyone but behaves and thinks like an opposite” checklist. That’s why they can’t be normal about each other. Anyways lmfao

[idolbound]

Not to be like "babies on the mind" (ironic given I have no interest in having kids myself lol), but man, the only timeline I have Meredith having an actual child is in the modern verse with @milfyclaus , a process of IVF with Meredith's fertilized egg implanted in Amelia to carry the pregnancy (very much a "my bun, her oven" type deal with a sperm donor).

Otherwise, in canon, regardless of her sexual orientation, her fear of possibly having a mage child is more than enough to keep her from exploring that possibility, let alone her career in the Templar Order. And in this sense, much like she was the "daughter he didn't deserve" to Ser Wentworth, Meredith sees Cullen in a pseudo mother and son relationship, as she deems him her successor very early on when she chooses him as Knight-Captain. It's different given that Wentworth raised her/mentored her from a very young age, whereas Cullen came to Kirkwall as a teenager/young adult, but I still think she is biased toward him as her second-in-command, and ensuring that he will follow in her footsteps. While she likely wouldn't give him overt preferential treatment, she cares for him deep down, in a maternal way.

[babsaros]

they are fucking cis women UP

[metaphoricalcolours]

// sex education finale spoilers

"Dear Otis. You know I hate soppy romantic stuff. So don't get your hopes up. This isn't a love letter. When we first met, I didn't trust anyone. I thought if I kept everybody out, I'd stop myself from being hurt or let down, which is what I was used to. Then we set the clinic up together, and I realized that most of the people who came to us for help really just needed connection. And maybe I wasn't so different. You have the rare ability to make people feel truly seen. And you did the same for me. It was this and your relentless optimism about human beings that gave me the courage to start opening myself up to other people. For the first time in my life, I didn't feel alone, which allowed me to imagine something bigger for myself. I want you to know that however much it fսcking hurts that we can't be together, I won't ever close myself off again. Meeting you cracked my heart open, and now it's forever changed. And because of that, I will carry a part of you with me wherever I go. I think what I'm trying to say is thanks for everything, dickhead."

[the-fiction-witch]

Shopping

Media Sex Education

Character Otis Millburn

Couple Otis X Reader

Rating Sexy

Concept Shopping

I sat at the study table in the moordale library working on my assignment, I felt a tap on my hand so I glanced to the chair beside me where Otis sat on his phone he showed me it as he had open a page with a little bullet vibrator "Noo too small" I told him going back to my work He nods and continued with his searching as he did he gave my cheek a little kiss making me smile a little as I worked until a while later he tapped me again showing me another page this time with a rabbit vibrator "Ehh I don't like it in red thought" "They do it in blue and purple" he says “Still I’m not a fan of rabbits” “It has really good reviews” “Its not the products its just rabbits don’t suit me” I shrug “Me too. I find they never sit right” Lily spoke up from the other side of the table drawing one of her comics with her little tentacle finger expander against her face “Exactly, because they're made it with that curve it's really hard to find ones that sit right” I replied “Hard to clean too” “Yeah i see that” I nodded “I like rabbits.” Ola shrugs from her seat with her laptop “The vibes not the animal” I told her “Ohh. Never had one” “I’d definitely get a hammer before a rabbit” I told her “They any good?” Lilly asks “They fucking rock” Otis spoke up as he scrolled “They do rock” i nodded “Solid recommendation,” Ola nodded “have you seen those like make up brush ones?” “Yeah Expensive though for just a bullet. I can get a custom silicone alien for that” Lily says “Aren’t they super expensive?” I asked “That's because their custom, you get to pick, size, shape, colorus. Really your paying for quality and customization” “That’s fair” I nodded “Wish you could pick from a set of choices that detailed with real ones” Eric pouted from the end of the table deep in his messages “Don’t we all” I giggled “Hey!” Otis complained “Kidding” I smiled giving him a kiss “I wouldn’t recommend the brushes though seem like a scam” “Yeah I did see like nine Instagram pages selling them” Ola nods “And because the base is just a bullet it's not that powerful” I shrug “How did this become the topic of conversation?” Eric sighed “Cause we’re shopping for our anniversary” Otis smiled “Oooh?” He smirked showing me his phone with a listing for a set of sleeves “Ooohh… buy those,” I told him “In the basket” he smirked

[incorrectquotesideas-deactivated]

Person A: Oh, my God. Person C is so hot.

Person A: Person C is looking at us. [laughs] God.

Person A: Person C’s approaching us.

Person C: Mind if I join you?

Person A, freaking out: Person C is here!