#maeve wiley drabble

[cowboylikehim]

Would you please do 43“You have no idea how much I want you right now.” with Maeve Wiley? Thank You!

-gender neutral-

she watched their eyes scan over the page, going back and forth over each line. she played with hands, trying to look anywhere around the trailer but at (y/n). after the first page, (y/n) read in almost complete silence, except the occasional soft sniffle and shuffle of their jacket as they wiped away teary eyes. meanwhile, Maeve watched them, completely abandoning any worries of any judgment of her writing. she felt her breath grow shallow as she stared at the person sitting on her couch. Maeve looked at them with wide eyes, in awe at how comfortable it felt to have them in her home, how much (y/n) made it feel like a home.

Maeve wished she could just say what she wanted to, how much she loved (y/n). how perfect it felt when they washed the dished together after a movie night. how amazing domesticity felt with (y/n). Maeve wished she could find the words to tell (y/n) how her heart skipped when they got sleepy and rested their head on her lap or when they grabbed her hand to lead her through a crowd.

"Maeve, i-" (y/n) paused scanning over the pages. "you're writing is phenomenal. you're gonna make miss sands cry when she reads this."

"i don't think i can turn it in." Maeve gently grabbed the stack of papers from (y/n)'s hand before shoving it in her bag. "it's too personal."

"Maeve you have to! this is the best thing i've read in forever. its personal but that makes it heartfelt and moving. i've known you for years and reading your writing makes me feel so much closer to you." (y/n) moved closer to Maeve, putting a hand on hers.

Maeve slowly looked up from her lap to meet (y/n)'s eyes, filled with deep caring and admiration. Maeve opened her mouth, searching for the words to say while scanning over how loving (y/n) looked at her.

“You have no idea how much I want you right now.” Maeve spoke barely above a whisper.

(y/n)'s eyes widened and they leaned back briefly before clasping their fingers with Maeve's. "you can have me, if you want."

Maeve gently shook her head, "you deserve better, people find out we're something and they'll be a bunch of piss dicks to you."

(y/n) lightly grasped Maeve's chin, turning her toward (y/n), "Maeve, you deserve a happy ending and we both know that you are tough enough for the both of us. plus i can hold my own."

Maeve let out a small chuckle, leaning closer to (y/n).

"kiss me."

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♡ - fluff

● - angst

❧ - platonic

✿ - female reader

➼ - male reader

✦ 𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍

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[onthepageoftears]

Now or Never (Maeve Wiley x Reader) // Sex Education

A/N: back to my roots with sex education imagines! Season two was a gift but im selfish and want season three already okay enjoyyyy

Also feel free to send me more sex education or witcher requests, i’m on a high of writing right now! :D

Request: @sunshineminmins​ Can you do a maeve x female reader where they are planning to have their first time together and all day Maeve was excited and ready with her girlfriend but y/n was keeping a dark secret from her cause she was terrified? Maybe a angst, a bit of smut, and adorable fluff? And like maybe y/n has like ptsd and maybe she was harassed when she was young? But still remembers it all some how and hasn't told a soul? And maeve comforts her and wants to beat the persons ass lmao all fluff

Warnings: mentions of sex, sexual assault/r*pe (not in detail); ptsd/triggers, crying, language, fluff/angst

Words: 1,054

Please Don’t Plagiarize My Work!

That day, the sun was shining especially bright with almost no clouds in sight. The sky was blue, as expected, and there was a perfect breeze that passed by and made a smile lift to your face. And that day, you and Maeve were going to have sex.

Maeve wasn’t one to plan out a day for sex. She seemed like the type to just jump on her significant other and fuck them on the spot, to put it lightly. But Maeve knew that you were a virgin, and she wanted to make sure you were as comfortable as you could be.

Except, you weren’t a virgin.

It wasn’t something you wanted to yell out to the world: that you were sexually assaulted when you were just 13 years old. And you would’ve told Maeve — in fact, you almost did, but changed your mind as soon as the thought came up. It was just a weird thing to bring up in conversation, and it wasn’t even that big of a deal. It was over now, in the past, and all you wanted to focus on was the future.

So, lying to Maeve was easier than telling her the truth. You’ve never lied to her about anything else; well, except for when you told her you loved the stuffed bear she won for you at the fair. But relatively speaking, lies weren’t your thing. It was just this one significantly big lie that you were hiding under your belt. But it wasn’t so much of a lie as it was a secret.

Still, you tried not to think about it.

“It’s so nice out.” You turned to Maeve, who leaned against the school roof’s railing next to you. She let out the smoke from her cigarette and kept eye contact. It made your stomach flip.

She smirked. “You’re nicer.”

“Clever.”

“Thanks.”

You two shared a look, one that said ‘I can’t wait for later’. Except, to be honest, you could. But you didn’t want to admit that — to her or to yourself.

—

And so the night had come. It was colder now as you and Maeve walked through the lines of trailers, peeking into windows to see what her neighbors were up to. You both stopped being nosy when you saw someone watching porn, to which the two of you screeched and ran hand in hand to Maeve’s trailer.

By the time you got inside, something shifted in you. You wanted to be with Maeve, but your nerves had been building up all day and felt like they were about to explode. You didn’t understand — you were so excited to be with her, to really be with her, but something was holding you back. You didn’t want it to be the secret you kept, but the intuitive part of yourself knew it was just that — and if you didn’t do something about it soon, it would eat you alive.

As soon as Maeve closed the door, she cleared the space between you two and rested her hands on your hips. Her lips enveloped your own, drowning you in a deep sea of her love. The way she kissed you made you feel like you were as light as a feather, but still grounded; the more intense the kiss got, the more you felt like you were floating away — floating from the ground, from your body, from her. And as she started to slide her hands under your shirt, unknowingly trailing paths of fire where her fingers touched, you felt the air around you still like the world stopped while you kept moving. You pulled away.

“Everything okay?” She frowned from her concern, her lips parting from the lingering question. You nodded, then changed your mind and shook your head. It was now or never.

“I need to tell you something.”

Maeve nodded, encouraging you to continue. You didn’t know if you wanted to. Still, you swallowed the lump in your throat — or, tried to.

“I’m not a virgin.” You gulped. The silence around you was too loud — you wanted to fill it, but not with the words you were about to say. 

You sighed and continued. “I’m not a virgin, but I didn’t have…sex. I was—” Your throat closed; you had never spoken the word before, not in the context of your experience. Rape, rape, rape. The word sliced your tongue as it begged to come out. You winced at the pain that was always shoved in the back of your mind until now.

Maeve gripped your hand tighter, almost bringing you back to reality. “Hey, it’s okay. You don’t have to—“

“No.” You clenched your jaw and met your girlfriend’s eyes. She knew that look — it was your look of determination, the look that she nor anyone else could get in the way of. She let you finish.

“I was thirteen. It happened before I moved here.” You licked your lips and turned away from Maeve’s concerned eyes, letting your shoulders fall. “I didn’t tell you because…well, it’s not a big deal—“

“Y/N. It is.” She took your hand and led you to the couch where the two of you sat down. “You’re okay now.” She said, and you must’ve been crying because she wiped her hands across your damp face.

You both sat there for a minute, with Maeve running her hand through your hair and you crying what was left of your tears. In this moment, you realized a trauma like this was not something you would get over easily, no matter how many times you told yourself you could.

You wiped another tear that fell from your eye and turned to Maeve. “I’m sorry. For not telling you.”

“Don’t be.” Maeve took your hand and kissed gently along your knuckles. You sent her a sad smile, then frowned. You took a deep breath. “I don’t think I’m ready.”

You surprised yourself with your words, but Maeve didn’t look surprised at all. She nodded. “How about we watch a movie?”

Your heart did a cartwheel. This girl was probably your favorite person in the whole world. As her eyes searched your face for a response, you screamed inside your head: I love you I love you I love you!

But on the outside, you just smiled. “I’ll make the popcorn.”

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[lost-inyourwords]

that night (Maeve x Reader drabble)

A/N: just wrote a short little thing for Maeve as well because I saw the prompt and it just came to me. Enjoy!

Warnings: fluff, mention of bullying(?)

The night had felt endless and too short at the same time. Spending time with Maeve always prompted time to change its pace. While your conversations seemed to last for hours as you both rambled on about your favourite music and books, sometimes the time just ran out too quickly for either of your liking. The moonlight shone over the caravan park silently willing you to go home, even though you didn’t want to, and by the looks of it, Maeve didn’t want that either. As you straightened up from your slump on the couch, she glanced at you with tired and pleading eyes. Meeting her eyes, you felt a pang in your chest. There was always something about you and Maeve. Whether it be the comforting things you said to her after hearing some venomous words from the girls in your year, or these long nights when all you did was enjoy each other’s company, talking about the wonders of life and what the future held for you. You two just clicked and it was obvious that she had noticed this as well. She looked away from you again, bringing her hand to her mouth and biting her nails.

“Do you think you could… stay? Just for tonight? I don’t-- I don’t want you to go,” she admitted, avoiding your eyes. So she felt it too. You flashed her a familiar smile and stood up, reaching out for her to take your hand. Her hand was soft in yours as you pulled her up from her place on the floor and embraced her.

“Of course I’ll stay, Maeve,” you said into her shoulder. You two stayed like that for a while and when she eventually pulled away, you whined at the loss of contact. She was beautiful. Her cotton-candy hair framed her face so well and her smile was so genuine and warm, it felt safe and inviting. She shuts a lot of people out, but with you she truly felt like she could be vulnerable and it would be okay. The dim light of the room made her eyes look bright, even though you could see she was tired. Slowly, you feel yourself leaning in and feeling soft lips on your own. Her voice is barely above a whisper when you eventually come up for air.

“Thank you [Y/N],” she mumbles, not letting go of you. She wouldn’t let you go again.

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[vostokovasmelina]

whom i write for.

here are all the characters i enjoy writing for (and/or don’t write for on any other blog)

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mcu

steve rogers

peter parker

bucky barnes

sam wilson

thor odinson

wanda maximoff

natasha romanoff

yelena belova

carol danvers

hope van dyne

maria hill

mj

star wars

rey

finn

poe dameron

leia organa

han solo

cassian andor

bodhi rook

luke skywalker

obi-wan kenobi

padmé amidala

jyn erso

peaky blinders

thomas shelby

arthur shelby

john shelby

michael gray

isaiah jesus

ada shelby

alfie solomons

shadow and bone

kaz brekker

jesper fahey

inej ghafa

mal oretsev

nina zenik

matthias helvar

genya safin

les misérables

enjolras

marius pontmercy

éponine thénardier

harry potter

harry potter

cedric diggory

draco malfoy

hermione granger

luna lovegood

remus lupin

sirius black

james potter

george weasley

fred weasley

ginny weasley

game of thrones / a song of ice and fire

margaery tyrell

daenerys targaryen

cersei lannister

jaime lannister

robb stark

the witcher

geralt of rivia

yennefer of vengerberg

jaskier

queen calanthe

tissaia de vries

triss merigold

miss peregrine’s home for peculiar children

jacob portman

emma bloom

enoch o’connor

alma lefay peregrine

itv’s endeavour

endeavour morse

peter jakes

sex education

maeve wiley

aimee gibbs

jackson marchetti

ola nyman

adam groff

killing eve

villanelle

eve polastri

kenny stowton

bodyguard

david budd

julia montague

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[jeymuffins]

“I still like you”-Maeve and Otis

Sex Education: Season 2, Ep. 4

Description: Long drabble set in Season 2, Episode 4, after Maeve confesses to Otis about how she truly feels about him. I wanted to fully dive in at what Otis must have been thinking and feeling after this unexpected confession. 

Otis POV

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters nor plot ideas. All characters belong to Sex Education! Gif is not mine as it was reposted from another site.

“I still like you, Otis.” 

“I.” “Still.” “Like.” “You.”

Otis couldn’t stop the words from repeating loudly in his head. The words carried the same annoying, loud ring of the bell that he passed along the hallways on his way to class. Maeve would always pass along the hallways, undisturbed, the bell never triggered a reaction from her, no matter how many times it tried. 

Maeve. God, there was his brain again, drifting to her when he was supposed to block her from his mind. He walked even faster to grab his bicycle, careful not to bump into anyone. Scrunching his forehead in deep concentration, he forced himself once again to think of anything that could make him forget about her. 

“Think about Ola and her lips against yours, trailing down your neck and-”. Fuck. He suddenly stopped in his tracks, catching the attention of some onlookers who had nothing better to do than just gape at his awkward stance. Today was the day. The day he and Ola were finally taking things to another level. They day he will face sex and no longer have to hide the fact that he was still a virgin. He was going to have sex with his girlfriend and he was late to their meeting even though he had texted a few minutes ago he would be there ASAP, as if he was already on his bike and not getting tongue-tied and heartbroken all over again by his best friend and former love of his life. Or could he even cal her that anymore after she had admitted she was still in love with him?

How overjoyed and elated he would have reacted if she had told him this months ago, when all he could do was think about her and restrain himself from being too consumed and enchanted by her. He knew that the older Otis would have probably stared at her wide-open in disbelief, unable to look at her eyes properly for fear that they would reveal that this was all a joke. But then she would have cupped his jaw, gently, and forced him to look at her to let him know that she was dead serious, that she was in love with him. Would he have had the guts to kiss her or would he have run away to hide in the bushes or flee to the bathroom because he could’ve sworn he would have peed in his pants from having to stare at Maeve Wiley’s cherry-chapstick lips, 

Truth is, he would’ve done all of this, but now he was with Ola. He was in a relationship and had spent the past summer pushing his seemingly unrequited love for Maeve out of his life. Taking a deep breath, he finally unglued his feet from the tiled-floor of the hallways and made his way to where his bike was parked. 

Otis thought he couldn’t hate anything more now than time. If he had a time machine, he would’ve dragged Maeve and himself to the school dance-no, to the bridge and properly return her confession with a proper one of his own. But it was too late, and he pedaled faster and faster along the road, as if doing so, feet fighting against the gush of wind, he could run away from the past and from his old feelings. If he pedaled faster he could forget about the “What if’s” and the “What could’ve’s.” There were no more of those in this new chapter of his life. He was done creating fantasies in his own head that only brought him pain. He was a masochist no more. 

Otis brought his bike to a gradual halt upon reaching the entrance of his destination, mounted off his bike and parked it against a pole. With a new determined look on his face, he walked to knock on the door of Ola’s house, where his new life awaited him. 

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[acesthetically-pleasing]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Sex Education (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Otis Milburn, Maeve Wiley, Eric Effiong, Original Female Character(s) Additional Tags: 52 aspec drabbles, Asexual Character, Aromantic, Aromantic Character, Discovery, Sexual Identity, discovering sexuality, Coming Out, Asexuality, Originale AroAce character, Otis helps people, Teenagers Series: Part 33 of 52 aspec drabbles/ficlets of 2017 Summary:

"Maybe I am just like a super late bloomer or some shit but like... Sometimes I think I'm just broken, you know?"

Otis nods slowly, carefully, making sure Amy is done talking. He wonders how long it was brewing. And he does get it, god he does. For once it seems someone came to him with a problem he actually researched before.

33rd of 52 aspec drabbles that I've been working on for far too long! But I should finish them this year. It's one of my new year's resolutions, so it must come true. ;)

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[myriadimagines]

Characters: Reader x Maeve Wiley

Warnings: alcohol

Gif credit: leiaskyswalker

Spotify Prompt: 47. wish you were gay by Billie Eilish: “I can’t tell you how much I wish I didn’t wanna stay.”

Word Count: 380

A/N: shes so cute!!! anyway, sorry its a bit short, but hope y’all like it!! reblogs/comments are always welcome!! (spotify prompts are not open)

“y/n?” Maeve quietly asks as she opens a bedroom door, and relief floods through her expression as she finds you, sprawled out on the bed. She had been searching all over the house for you, weaving in between her drunken classmates and asking everyone she knew if they had caught sight of you. She closes the door behind her, shutting out the chaos of the party outside, and she says, “I’ve been looking everywhere for you, you idiot. You know I don’t like to be alone at parties. I had to socialise for a whole five minutes without you.”

You snort, attempting to sit up as Maeve sits beside you, but she can tell you’re too drunk to do so. You prop yourself up on your elbow, wiggling your eyebrows at her as you ask, “See anyone you fancy?”

You. Maeve thinks to herself, as she rolls her eyes. But she responds, “No.”

You let out a huff, and Maeve can’t help but laugh. It seems like you’ve made it your personal mission to try and set her up with someone, not knowing that Maeve only has eyes for you. And perhaps she’d make a move, or tell you about her feelings, if it weren’t for one little problem.

The problem of you already dating someone else. 

“Where’s what’s-their-face?” Maeve asks, referring to your partner, and if sober, you would’ve corrected her, but you dissolve into giggles instead. Maeve bites back a smile, and she looks away as she asks, “Want me to go get them?”

“Nah,” you wave your hand, moving to rest your head in Maeve’s lap, and Maeve struggles to hold in her excitement. “Thank you for taking care of me, Maeve.”

A full blown smile makes its way onto Maeve’s face as you doze off, and Maeve lightly runs her fingers through your hair, her heart skipping beats in her chest. She knows it’s wrong, and she wishes so badly that she didn’t want to stay here with you. That she didn’t feel all the things she feels for you, and that she could forget all about her crush and move on.

But she doesn’t. She stays with you, all night, combing her fingers through your hair until she eventually falls asleep beside you, too. 

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[myriadimagines]

Characters: Reader x Maeve Wiley

Warnings: swearing

Gif credit: vsnom

Sensory Prompt: 16. The taste of almonds

Word Count: 482

A/N: to be honest i had no idea what to do with this prompt if that wasn’t obvious enough. it was either maeve or someone from riverdale since i wanted to use a high school character so here we are (sensory prompts are not open!)

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you mumble through a mouth full of almonds, fumbling with your books as you struggle to stuff them into your backpack before the bell rings for your first class. You hurriedly try to crunch through your almonds, the snack dry and chalky with just a subtle hint of flavor. You toss the bag of nuts into your locker, just in time before it slams shut, revealing Maeve on the other side as she looks you up and down through narrowed eyes. You practically choke with surprise, a few bits of almonds spewing from your mouth onto the linoleum, and you embarrassedly cover your mouth as you exclaim, “Maeve! I- uh, hi!” 

“What are you eating?” Maeve’s nose wrinkles, and you force yourself to swallow, stray pieces of almond scraping down your throat as you make a face. She’s struggling not to laugh, but she forces herself to remain serious as she deadpans, “You look like a deranged chipmunk.” 

She thinks you actually look rather cute, but she keeps quiet. You reach over to shove her after grabbing your water bottle from your backpack, washing down any leftovers in your mouth. “Shut up. I didn’t have breakfast.”

Maeve snorts, shaking her head before the two of you are suddenly distracted by an obnoxiously delighted shriek down the corridor. Both of you turn to see yet another couple excitedly hugging, no doubt having just agreed to go to the school dance together. Maeve rolls her eyes, and you can’t help but chuckle at her reaction, and she leans up against the lockers as she groans, “School dances are so stupid.” 

“Agreed.” you respond, hiking the straps of your backpack higher up your shoulder. “But I have to go and take photos.”

“That’s what you get for becoming the photographer for the school newspaper.” Maeve raises an eyebrow at you, and you give her another shove. Maeve suddenly begins picking at the edge of her leather jacket, avoiding eye contact as she brings her hand up to her face to bite her nails, a nervous habit you’ve known her to have ever since you met her. Shifting on her feet, Maeve hesitantly continues, “So, are you, uh, going alone?”

You shrug. “Probably. Unless I can successfully drag you out to go with me.” 

Maeve’s eyes widen, and she feels as if she’s holding her breath. Despite her incessant teasing, her playful remarks mask deeper feelings for you, hides the fact that she’s been in love with you ever since the two of you sat together in English class at the beginning of secondary school. “Me? You- you want to go with me?”

Maeve may hate dances, but you’re the only person in the world she would go to one for. You smile at her, exchanging tender moment that makes both your hearts skip in your chests. “Who else would I go with?” 

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[onthepageoftears]

Still Get Jealous (Maeve Wiley x Reader)//Sex Education

A/N: this one was a combination of two requests but it was still pretty short rip

Request: @maevesblush​ Can you do an imagine where Maeve secretly likes the female reader and y/n does too but she and otis are hanging out more and y/n feels like maeve has forgotten her and she becomes distant when really maeve was talking to otis and Eric about her and one night y/n confronts maeve with all angst and shit but with a happy ending and smut or fluff? You decide :) love your imagines with maeve :)

Hey please may you write another for maeve?your last was great! Maybe something like they’re both really into eachother and flirty until one day they just get sucked into the moment and kiss. If not totally fine !

Warnings: jealousy, slight angst, fluff, and minor language

Words: 833

Please Don’t Plagiarize My Work!

Every time you thought you were getting closer to telling Maeve about your feelings, you just felt it get pushed further away.

You and Maeve had been friends for a while. When you first met her, you knew she wasn’t going away from your life anytime soon. But the closer you got to her as a friend, the less confident you were to ask her out.

So, like any self-conscious teenager, you just didn’t. You bit your tongue whenever you wanted to tell her she looked beautiful, shoved down the urge to kiss her like it was just another hunk of saliva.

And then she started hanging out with Otis.

You had nothing against the boy. He was sweet — an idiot, but sweet. And he really cared about everything he did (maybe a little too much). Part of you wanted him to be a total, complete asshole, because then you could tell Maeve you thought he was bad news.

But he wasn’t. And that was a punch to your gut.

You had no reason to be jealous. Was he hanging out with your best friend more than you were? Sort of. Did he make her smile more than you did? God, you hoped not. So you watched from a distance as Maeve and Otis spent the time together that you wished you had with her. And that was fine.

Except, of course, it wasn’t.

It was just after one of Otis’ clinic meetings that you happened to stumble upon the two laughing about something that you had no business being mad about. They were just laughing, and even if it was more than laughing, you should have been supportive.

As soon as you and Maeve made eye contact, she knew something was up. She sent you a look, the kind you two could decipher without a second glance; you shrugged, hoping she would let it go.

“Oh, hey Y/N.” Otis waved slightly with a nervous smile. 

You nodded back. “How’d the meeting go?”

“Great.” He paused, feeling the slight tension in the air. “Well, I guess I’ll see you guys later.”

“Bye, dickhead.” Maeve turned away from the boy and began walking with a smile. Against your fluttering stomach’s intuitions, you followed after her.

Your mind told you to keep your mouth shut and stare at the concrete, to not make things more awkward than they already were. Though you liked to think your jealousy was hidden, it was almost completely transparent. Maeve could practically taste it in the air. She shoved you slightly, making you look up.

“What’s got your knickers in a twist?”

You forced a laugh and shook your head. “Your face.”

She stuck her tongue out at you, then nudged you again. “Seriously.”

“Nothing.” You licked your lips and mentally kicked yourself. You would seriously regret this. “You’ve been spending a lot of time with Otis, hm?” You tried to make it sound casual, you really did. Instead, the jealousy seeped through your lips and practically smacked Maeve in the face.

She stuttered a laugh and stopped in her tracks. “You’re jealous!”

“I’m not-“

“Am I not spending enough time with you?”

“I didn’t say that-“

“You don’t have to say it, dipshit.” Maeve laughed. “I know you better than anyone.”

But did she? She hadn’t caught onto your feelings for years, even after all the hints you may have dropped.

You frowned. “You don’t know everything.”

“I don’t?” Maeve stepped forward, filling some of the empty space between you.

“No.”

“What don’t I know, then?”

You shifted your gaze up to Maeve. “You don’t know that…” Your smile helps me go to sleep at night. I wish every second of the say that I could be by your side. I am so proud of everything you’ve done, everything that you’re going to do. All I want to do is kiss you. All I want to do is kiss you.

You sighed dramatically. “I used to think the paper inside of Hershey kisses was edible until last year."

“Oh, shut up.” Maeve shoved your shoulder with a laugh; her hand slid down your arm and lingered just next to your hand. “You’re such an idiot.”

“You love it.”

“I do.” 

You felt your face heat up as her fingers gazed your own. Your eyes connected, and something around you sparked. She smiled, and then you smiled, and soon your faces were closer together and Maeve placed her hand on your neck — and then you finally, almost effortlessly, leaned forward enough to capture her lips in yours. 

It was so random, but so right, and everything you had ever imagined disappeared. Because this...this was your reality. Somehow, it had finally happened — and you weren’t complaining.

Maeve smirked as she pulled away from the kiss. You were still close enough to feel the breath that escaped her mouth as she poked you in the chest. “So that’s why you were jealous.”

You groaned. “Shut up and kiss me.”

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Sick Day (Otis Milburn x Reader)//Sex Education

A/N: This was supposed to be posted tomorrow, but I just got to 100 subscribers! So, as a special (really small) celebration, I thought I would post it today! Enjoyyyy and thank you all for showing support!

Request: Hi! I love your stuff can I please get an Otis imagine where he is sick and reader takes care of him. Thanks 😇😇😇😇

Warnings: fluffffffff Im gonna choke on all the fluff

Words: 1,062

Please Do Not Plagiarize My Work!

(there are not enough otis gifs i swear)

Your face was filled with concern as you walked to Otis’ door, holding a basket full of food by your side. With a deep breath, you lightly knocked on the door in front of you, “Otis?”

All you heard was a groan in response.

“Otis, I’m coming in.” You turned the knob slowly and opened the door to near complete disaster; you almost didn’t see the floor from all the tissues thrown on it, and in the middle of Otis’ bed was a huge pile of blankets. Taking step in the room, you looked for your boyfriend. “Otis?”

A gasp escaped your lips as you heard mumbling coming from the pile on the bed. Slowly, you made your way over to it, tapping gently on the big mass. “Otis.”

“What? ”

“It’s Y/N.” Suddenly, the pile of blankets moved, and after a few seconds of commotion, Otis’ head emerge out of the mess. He had a very red nose and peaked at you through sleepy eyes; his hair was sorting out in every which way, and you smiled at his frazzled face.

“Y/N. What are you-“ he frowned, and you tried to not swoon at how hoarse his voice was. It took him a second to understand what was happening, but once he did, his eyes widened, a look of horror filling his face. “Our date. Oh my god. I completely forgot.” He starting pulling the blankets off himself, but you shook your head and pushed his body back into the bed.

“Otis. It’s okay. You need to rest.”

“But we planned this for weeks.”

He was right. You two had talked about having a gorgeous picnic in your favorite park for quite some time now. But with everything going on on your lives, it was hard to find the right time to do it. Eventually, you both decided that this weekend would be the perfect getaway, and you would finally have some quality time by yourselves.

But now, looking at the boy in front of you, it was obvious that those plans would have to wait. He could barely keep his eyes open, and he looked even more frail than usual.

“You look like you’re about to pass out and sneeze at the same time.” You said, smiling at the defeated look in his face.“Besides, today feels like more of a chill day.”

Otis went to speak, probably to try and convince you to leave him to suffer, but he stopped once you placed the back of your hand on his forehead, eyes widening at how warm it was. “Jean told me you were sick, but not how sick.” Noticing the basket still in your hands, you turned towards the door. “I’m gonna put this downstairs, and then I’ll help clean up this war zone a bit.”

“Wait-“ Otis tried to argue, but you were already out the door. You heard his groan of frustration behind you, along with the echo of a sneeze. Soon you were shoving food into Otis’ fridge, trying not to drool at the goods you cooked for hours on end. Not going on the picnic was a bummer, but it wasn’t like you couldn’t see Otis at all. Besides, he had a good reason; you knew if you were this sick, you probably wouldn’t even want to do anything but sleep.

Plus, Otis felt bad about being sick, which is the last thing a sick person needs. The best you could do was help him while he was sick. Luckily, you had made some soup for your picnic (though your friend said that was a dumb idea, you were glad you did it now) and you heated it up before going back up to Otis’ room.

He was in the same position you left him in, but his eyes were closed. You quietly put the soup on his side table and began cleaning up the mass of tissues.

“Is this from the picnic?” He asked after a while, and you sent him a smile as you threw away the last of the tissues.

“Yeah. It should still be warm.” He took the bowl and slowly sipped at the edge. He let out a satisfied hum and drank some more. “I’m guessing it came out okay?”

“More than okay.”

For the rest of the day, you lay next to Otis on his bed and let him get his rest. He would snuggle into your side and fall asleep, leaving you to watch the TV and try not to have your heart explode by how cute he was. Occasionally, Jean would come in to check on you two, and Otis would either be dead asleep or too tired to be embarrassed by the fact you were in the same bed.

It was nearly 7 pm when Otis pushed half the blankets off his bed and stretched his long limbs out. He was finally well rested, it seemed, and he turned to you with a smile.

“I’m already feeling better,” he said, and he was right: his nose was not nearly as red as it was that morning, and his eyes weren’t as heavy or glossed over.

“Good.” You smiled and played with his hand, tracing small patterns on his palm.

He tapped your arm lightly with his other hand, and when you looked up at him, you saw the regret in his eyes. “I’m sorry we couldn’t go on our picnic.”

“That’s okay.” Your smile widened as you took his hand in yours, blush rising in your cheeks. “Spending time with you is always great. No matter what it is we’re doing.”

A shy smile formed on Otis’ face and he leaned forward to plant a kiss on your lips. But right before he did, you pushed him away softly. “Um.” You grinned at the confusion that clouded his face. “You’re still sick.”

“Oh.” He moved away from you, cheeks growing redder than before. “Right. Sorry.”

“That’s okay.” You nudged him in the shoulder, a sigh escaping your lips.

“Thanks for taking care of me, by the way.” Otis spoke sincerely and you wished you could kiss him so bad.

“No problem. I want you to know that…if i….” You sneezed, nearly knocking the wind out of you. As soon as you recovered, you sent Otis a glare.

He smiled guiltily. “Bless you?”

“Otis, I swear to god-”

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Little Secrets (Maeve Wiley x Reader)//Sex Education

A/N: I kind of combined requests for this one because it just kind of happened that way lol but it was really fun to write!! This one is pretty long too so ill leave you to it ;)))

(title from the song of the same name by Passion Pit)

Requests:

can i request a maeve fic where her and the reader pretend to hate each other but are secretly friends with benefits? they both have deeper feelings for the other but neither want to admit it, and the reader goes to Otis for advice

Hey, I love your writing!! Can I request number 4,18,34 from the drabble list with Maeve x reader?

Warnings: enemies to lovers, mentions of sex, friends with benefits, language, ANGST IM GONNA CRY, but also the FlUfFiEsT FlUfF THAt eVeR FlUfFeD

Words: 2,055 yowzaa

Please Don’t Plagiarize My Work!

When you first met Maeve, you didn’t think anything but hate could come of your relationship.

The first thing she said to you was: “Fuck off.” You accidentally bumped into her in the hallway, making her drop all her books. She only snarled those very words when you tried to apologize, and from then on you managed to form your own grudge for her, one of absolute chance. Maybe, if you hadn’t met that day, you two could have hit it off right away. But that’s not how it happened.

It was safe to say that you didn’t hate her; you hated the fact that she hated you, for some reason. Just because you caught her (or, pushed her) at a bad time, the two of you had to fix your glares to each other in the hall, or in class. It was like a game of who could hate the other more: whether it be through glares, words, or middle fingers, the two of you were in a constant battle of hate.

After a while, your hate for her subsided. You actually looked forward to hearing her newest remark and couldn’t wait to see her reaction when you spit out yours. You couldn’t hide the hope in your eyes when you found her in the library, waiting for her to look up so you could reach into your pocket and pull out your middle finger. And you would be lying if you weren’t ecstatic that you were paired with her for an English project.

Once you approached her, watching her lick her lips as she turned the page of her newest read, you realized this hatred was more of a lust. Though you had thought about it before, you never fully put the pieces together.

And then you two were in your room, grudgingly trying to work on your project while also trying to keep your hands to yourselves. It was only an hour of solid work when you suddenly felt the air in the room become a thin string of sexual tension, being cut off when she finally turned to you and grabbed your face in her hands, pulling you into a desperate kiss. You tangled your hands in her hair and let her push you back on the bed, quickly ripping your clothes off and ridding yourselves of the long awaited intimacy that had been clouding in your eyes ever since you bumped into each other.

And ever since then, you had been seeing each other quite often. Friends with benefits, as people called it. Though, you weren’t friends, not yet. You were just benefits, meeting up in the breaks of class and the free time you had after school just for a solid fuck. You weren’t complaining; Maeve was hot, and you were into it, and you didn’t care if that meant sneaking around to be with her. It was just benefits, like you two agreed, and it would stay that way. At least, that’s what you thought.

Slowly, you spent more time together; after a good makeout session in the asbestos bathrooms, you would end up talking about classes, books, movies, bands. You weren’t lethal with each other anymore, not even outside of your “relationship”. You just ignored each other in the ‘real world’, or the world outside of your little secret. But when you were together, the small whispers and soft touches after the sex was what you really looked forward to. Which is when you realized you were catching feelings.

So you told Maeve that. You told her you two should probably stop, that this friends with benefits was becoming more ‘friends’ than ‘benefits’, and you knew she wouldn’t want that. But surprise overtook you when she declined your offer to stop seeing each other, and instead said: “We should see where it ends up. Like an experiment.”

An experiment. You had never been good with science, but you supposed an experiment couldn’t hurt. And it didn't, at first. It actually felt really, really good. You both had a lot more in common than you thought, and your chemistry was much more meaningful than it had been when it was all based on sex. Now, the two complimented each other, and you felt like you were in a state of euphoria.

You two still kept your relationship a secret, because you both weren’t out yet and didn’t want to hear all the gossip and drama that would undoubtably commence. Or maybe it was the thrill of the secrecy, of this little pact between the two of you.

And everything would have stayed the same if Eric hadn’t caught you two making out in the asbestos filled bathroom shortly after your lunch period. Later, you told Maeve you were lucky he didn’t find you two a little bit later, where you would’ve probably had your hand down her pants, but she just rolled her eyes.

“I won’t tell anyone, I swear,” Eric said, fearful by the way Maeve clenched her jaw and held eye contact a little too strongly.

“Maeve, it’s fine,” you said, laying a hand on her shoulder. She ripped herself away from your grasp, but didn’t see the hurt in your eyes.

“I really won’t tell,” Eric said again, this time turning to you. He hadn’t known you too well, but well enough; you had been friendly with him during Maeve’s work with the ‘clinic’, and you nodded your head at the boy with a small smile.

“It’s okay, Eric. I trust you.” You watched the boy fumble away, still shocked by Maeve’s intimidation. She hadn’t been like that with him, or you, for a long time.

“That was kind of hot,” you remarked dumbly, hoping your rash comment would crack a smile in her angry face. But she didn’t even twitch, and you nearly face palmed as you watched her grab her bag. You softened your eyes, now realizing she was upset. Really upset. “What’s wrong?” You asked calmly, already knowing she wouldn’t tell you, at least not right away.

“Nothing,” she said, pushing past you with a glint of pain in her eyes. “I’ll see you later.”

You waited for her text, for her to tell you she was pissed or at least invite you over to talk. But the text never came. It was painful, watching your phone and only seeing the background of you two flipping the bird at the camera. You turned your eyes away, trying to focus on class. But how could you? Maeve was upset, and when Maeve was upset, you were upset. You two were like that. Always connected, even though no one else knew about it.

No one else knew about it. It had started to bother you more recently; the fact that you couldn’t hold her hand in the hallways, couldn’t kiss her cheek goodbye unless it was behind closed doors. You couldn’t make out in the main hallway of school, even though you both thought that was tacky and disgusting. But the idea that you couldn’t made you want it, and you wanted her so bad. You had her, but no one else could see. And you wanted them to see.

So, you were kind of glad when Eric found you. It was like a weight lifted from your chest, and your heart filled with hope at the chance of being with Maeve, in public. But then Maeve was upset, angry, distant. And now you were too.

She couldn’t avoid you for long; at least, that’s what you told yourself as you waited at your usual meet up in the asbestos bathroom. She hadn’t texted you all night, and you had begun to feel like you lost her, or wonder if you even had her to begin with. And all day you wondered that: does she think of me as much as I think of her? Did she even want this relationship to begin with? Was this ‘experiment’ going as far for her as it was for you? Or were you really just friends with benefits?

No. You refused to believe that. But the nagging in your brain wouldn’t stop, and you decided to go to the boy who maybe, somehow, could help you.

“Just talk to her,” Otis said simply after you spilled your entire story to him.

“That’s it?” He shrugged, unbothered by the harshness of your tone. You rolled your eyes but thanked him nonetheless, and got away from him as quick as possible. Could’ve come to that conclusion myself, you thought; but the truth was, you were purposefully procrastinating the talk you needed to have with Maeve, and Otis’ advice only made you mad because you knew it was true. Which is why you found Maeve at school soon after, in the library, and stood in front of her until she looked up from her book.

“We need to talk,” you said, grabbing her hand in public- though not the way you had always wanted to - and bringing her to one of the non-asbestos infested bathrooms. You looked at her seriously, trying to catch her eyes as they looked anywhere but you. “You’re avoiding me,” you said, ignoring the crack in your voice and the tears welling up in your eyes. You thought you wouldn’t cry, but now that you saw her, in front of you but still so distant, you couldn’t help but feel your throat tighten.

She clenched her jaw and glanced at you, quick, like it pained her to even to that. “No, I haven’t.”

“Are you serious?” You watched her face through blurry, tear filled eyes. “Ever since Eric saw us, you’ve been so distant…and I want to know why.” You wiped the tears on your cheeks angrily. “Are you testing me? Is this a part of our ‘experiment’? Or…is this some reverse psychology shit to make to break up with you?”

“No!” She jumped forward, placing a hand on your arm. You nearly pulled away, but the softness of her fingers make your heart nearly burst. “I don’t want to break up with you. Not at all.”

“What is it then?”

She took a deep breath, leaning against the sink behind her. “Do you know how long people have called me cockbiter?”You didn’t bother answering, knowing she would tell you anyway. “Too long. And do you know what they would say if they knew about you? About us?”

“Of course I do.” You frowned, a dry laugh escaping your lips. “I hear what they say behind those other girls' backs. I hear what they say everyday, and even though it’s not about me, or us, I still feel lit like it is. And if hearing that shit means that I get to spend time with you and share how much I love you to the world, then so be it.”

She turned to you, eyes wide. It looked like a bit of fear and surprise swirling in her glance, but tears welled up in her eyes as well. “You love me?”

You didn’t realize you said it, but now that you had, it was so clear. Instead of responding, you took a step forward, placing your hands on her cheeks and laying a soft kiss on her lips. “If you aren’t ready, it’s okay. But I don’t want to keep us a secret forever.”

She looked at you, the anger that you two once held dissipating into the air. It was strange to think that once upon a time you hated each other, and for such a dumb reason. But now, looking into her eyes, all you could see was love - even if she didn’t say it.

“If you aren’t ready, it’s okay,” you found yourself saying again, still holding onto Maeve like she would run away any second.

She looked at you, almost suddenly, with determination in her eyes. “I’m ready.”

And the two of you walked out of the bathroom, hand in hand, not giving a fuck about the people around you; you didn’t hear the slight murmurs or see the all too obvious posting of fingers. You both just focused on each other, on what your love was and what it would become, and you smiled wide at the thought that your love was no longer a secret. 

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Love Me (Maeve Wiley x Reader)//Sex Education

A/N: This is based on the headcanon I received recently, and it sparked the idea for this. It’s pretty short, but I’m planning to have an Otis x Reader out by the end of the week or the beginning of next week. Enjoy!

p.s. when you can’t think of a title just pick a song title. works every time

so this one is after Love Me by The 1975 bc it’s a good song ok

Headcanon: You know what makes me soft? The thought of Maeve slowly opening up to you as you become closer and one night when you’re watching some dumb movie that neither of you really want to watch but it was on the tv so whatever she blurts put those three words and everything is perfect and yeah.... I’m a softie for her aaah

Warnings: SOFT MAEVE I REPEAT SOFT MAEVE

Words: 456

Please Don’t Plagiarize My Work!

It took Maeve a long time to finally say ‘i love you’.

You didn’t mind. In fact, you barely even expected it; of course, you had said it to her several times, but never expected it in return. You saw her love through her actions, or the way she looked at you, or talked about you. And to be honest, that was enough.

But it was one of those days when the world felt all too loud and disrupting, and you two decided to just cuddle on the couch to a shitty film - you honestly couldn’t remember the name of it. But it didn’t matter, because Maeve was with you, under the very warm blanket that you two shared, and you let your eyes fall shut as the warmth of her body transferred to yours. You let out a sigh and lay your head on her shoulder, somehow cuddling even closer than before.

“I love you,” she whispered, and as soon as you heard it, it was gone, being drowned out by the TV’s seemingly deafening volume. You smiled slowly, heart fluttering at the way she snaked her arm around your waist, practically pulling you on top of her; you wondered if she was half asleep like you were, or just shameless in her affection today. Either way, you didn’t care.

It was only a short amount of time later that you needed to get up to go to the bathroom. But Maeve was leaning her head on yours, and her arms were holding you close, almost like you were a hostage. You snickered as you tried to pull away, lightly at first, but the sheer strength that Maeve was harboring was nearly impossible to get out of.

“Maeve,” you whispered, smile shining through the darkness of the TV lit room. “Maeve, I have to use the bathroom.”

“Hurry,” was all she said, letting you go and letting out a slight groan when your bodies disconnected: the cold air sprang into the warmth of the blanket quicker than she’d liked, and she pulled it harshly against herself, watching as you shuffled to the bathroom in the dark.

It seemed like years for you to come back, but when you did, you nearly squished yourself into her side, this time letting your arm fall over her waist and laying your head in the crook of her neck. “I love you too,” you mouthed into her skin, and she hummed, not hearing what you said but instead feeling it, feeling it through your movements and the way you snuggled into her, the way you felt safe in her arms.

You two didn’t need to say ‘I love you’. But when you did, it only made your bond stronger.

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Worth It (Maeve Wiley x Reader)//Sex Education

A/N: Leave it to Maeve Wiley to get you out of your writer’s block…this took a bit longer than I would’ve liked but I hope you guys like it!

Requests:“loveeee your account btw :D imma request a Maeve x reader where the reader’s parents are super strict on her and don’t let her go out or drink or anything, and they say she isn’t allowed to go to the prom. So, Maeve and r make a plan to sneak r out, and they get drunk/high together..but r’s parents find out and are furious. maybe like a few part series?”

“hiii, Request for Mave x reader where they both get drunk and are super sweet to eahciher and reader goes on about maeve’s smile etc! maybe it’s at Aimee’s party n everyone is shocked to see maeve being all soft!”

Warnings: underage drinking, partying, language, flufff

Words: 1,172

Please Don’t Plagiarize My Work!

“We’re going to get caught.” You said, eyes lingering on the house behind you, your house, the one you just snuck out of.

A grin played on Maeve’s lips, the twinkle in her eye shining brighter in the night. “You’ve never done anything bad, have you?”

You shrugged, trying to ignore the smugness laced in Maeve’s words. She was right. You never did anything to go against your parents, and this was a clear break of their rules. You snuck out of the house. To go to a party. On a school night.

You were screwed.

“It’s this way,” Maeve said, grabbing your arm to tug you down a small path that lead to Aimee’s house. You nearly forgot that your parents would probably have your grave ready by the time you got back, instead focusing on the way Maeve’s fingers wrapped around your skin, on the way your cheeks flamed and your stomach churned.

By the time you made it to the house, people were already smoking and drinking outside, slurring their words as you and Maeve passed. You two walked through the door, greeted by the familiar top artists blasting from the speakers, making your way to Aimee’s impressive kitchen. In there it was quiet, but not by much. You watched Maeve grab you two some drinks, anxiously tapping your foot on the ground.

“Here.” Maeve pushed a cup towards you, her eyes soft. “You need to relax.” You nearly rolled your eyes at the cup. Wasn’t this so cliche? But with the way Maeve looked at you, you didn’t care. You grabbed the cup, taking a tentative sip, before scrunching up your face in disgust.

“This is awful.” Maeve shrugged, letting the corner of her mouth lift as you took another sip.

Ever since you met Maeve, life seemed a little brighter. Okay, much brighter. She made something spark in you, something that felt dangerous. She felt dangerous. And you loved it.

But your parents didn’t. They thought she was trouble, thought she would hurt you. They told you you should know better, that you would ruin your life by hanging out with her. But in your eyes, you would ruin your life by staying in your house every night studying things that didn’t matter to you.

And soon, you felt even lighter than before, the alcohol finally buzzing through your veins. Your body felt warm as you leaned into Maeve’s side, giggling about something dumb you just said. The room was smaller, somehow, and you felt like the two of you were so, so close. You looked at Maeve, who was smiling at you, and you couldn’t believe how pretty she was. You loved her smile, and how warm it felt.

“You love my smile?” Maeve watched you with an amused smirk. You just laughed, not realizing you had said it aloud. “You must be really drunk.”

“I’m not drunk,” you snorted, lolling your head onto Maeve’s shoulder with a smile. Instead of moving it, you kept it there, snuggling into the warmth of her body without a care in the world. You closed your eyes, focusing on the soft heart beat that echoed in your ears. Your face was flushed; your whole body was, to be honest, and even more so when Maeve trailed her finger along the side of you cheek to get some hair out of your face. You probably blushed, too, but your thoughts were too busy to be embarrassed. It was only when you felt yourself fading into a slumber that Maeve decided it was time to take you home.

She slipped her hand around your waist and pushed you gently, smiling at the way you frowned at the sudden movement. “Come on, love.” She whispered, tugging you by her side towards the front door of Aimee’s house.

“Leaving so soon?” It was Aimee, and her eyes flicked between the two of you, a knowing smile forming on her lips.

“Curfew.” Maeve answered shortly, hoping that her clenched jaw would make up for the blush that inevitably formed on her cheeks. Unlike you, she couldn’t blame her flushed face on the alcohol: she hadn’t been drinking that much, because she wanted to make sure she got you home at a reasonable time. Your parents hated her enough already, and sneaking you out was a bad idea in itself; but this way, if they caught you, they couldn’t be angry about the time. Maybe.

“Where are we going?” You slurred, eyes slowly taking in the surroundings as you leaned on Maeve for support.

“I’m taking you home.”

“Ew.” She laughed, at both your words and the way you scrunched your face up in utter disgust. You were drunk, but not really drunk, because she had only given you a small amount of alcohol. But with the amount of drinking experience you had, it was no doubt that what you had was enough to give you a hangover tomorrow.

Maeve suddenly felt guilty. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. She already knew your parents hated her, but they would be even more mad at you for going through with this. Before she could think any further, you were tripping over your own feet, nearly falling face first in the dirt. “I’ve got you,” Maeve chuckled, keeping her arm firmly around your waist for the rest of the way back.

When you two got back to the house, your drunken haze came to a halt. Your parents. How were you going to get in the house past them?

“I feel sick.” You held a hand to your stomach, silently wishing you would vomit, but nothing came. You cursed to yourself, turning to Maeve with wide eyes. “What do I do?”

She bit her lip, shifting her eyes to the house and back to you. “Walk through the front door?”

You laughed abruptly, surprising yourself by how loud it was. But you didn’t care. “They are literally going to kill me.”

“Don’t be dramatic.”

“I’m not.”

Maeve glanced at you, and suddenly, you two were in hysterics. You were laughing for what seemed like hours, pushing each other in an attempt to stop the breaths that escaped your mouths. But once you start laughing with someone, it’s almost like you couldn’t stop.

You wiped the tears from your eyes and looked at Maeve, whose smile turned to a look of concern.

“I’m sorry if I get you in trouble.”

You didn’t know if it was from the alcohol or just a surge of energy, but you walked over to Maeve, placing your hands on her face and lay your lips softly on hers. She grabbed your hips, pulling you closer, and you hummed lightly at your closeness. After a few moments, you pulled back, smiling wide at the girl in front of you.

“It was worth it.”

And it was. Even though your parents had a near stroke when you returned, and you were grounded for three weeks, you couldn’t have asked for a better night.

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February 14th (Maeve Wiley x Reader)//Sex Education

A/N: Happy Valentine’s Day everyone! This is the second post of the day, since it is the ~day of love~! May you all feel love today, whether that be from yourself or your significant other, from a friend or a sibling or whatever else! Thank you all for the support, and have a great holiday! <333

Request: can you do a maeve x reader with the quote “i’m in love with you and i love it” from the post you just reblogged ?? love ur acc btw !!

Prompt from here!

Warnings: honestly suit up because the fluff is HERE and it’s going to CRUSH YOU (also some language)

Words: 903

Please Don’t Plagiarize My Work!

The trailer was quiet; it was a rare occasion, especially when the neighbors were only a couple yards away. But you and Maeve were up super early, the sun just recently dipping through the windows and onto the bed where you sat. Maeve was leaning against her pillows, and you were opposite her, both of you with a book in your hands.

So much shit had happened to you both. Between Maeve’s family and troubled past, and your own fucked up life, the two of you managed to find some sort of solace, some sort of escape through the bad times. And that was through reading, or being together. Or both.

That was probably why this morning felt so special. But there had to be something else that made your heart soar as you peaked over your book at Maeve, who was whispering to herself as she read the words on the page. Yes, something was making this morning even more magical than it already was.

You tilted your head, eyes glazing over to your now illuminated phone screen. February 14th. Why did that sound familiar? Was it someone’s birthday, or national pancake day? Ooooh, pancakes, you thought, feeling your stomach growl. You loved pancakes.

A realization hit you just then: it wasn’t you realizing your hunger, or your obsession with sweet and definitely unhealthy foods. It was love.

Valentine’s day, you remembered, cursing in your head as you glanced over at the girl across from you. You had totally forgotten, though you knew Maeve didn’t care for it.

“It’s a holiday made so corporations can make more money,” she had scoffed with a roll of her eyes, and you nodded your head along. Sure, valentine’s day was pretty much just another boring day to you, but this year it felt different. When you normally just sat at home and forgot that it was even ‘the day of love’, you felt like February 14th actually meant something. And as you traced your eyes over Maeve’s sun kissed face, you felt your smile grow warmly.

Hesitantly, you moved your foot so it was just next to her, poking her slightly with your big toe. When she didn’t respond, you poked her again. And again. And again.

She abruptly slammed the book to her lap, quirking a brow at you with just a hint of annoyance. “What?” Her tone was harsh, but you could tell by the small smile on her face that she was only joking.

“You’re cute,” you stated bluntly, watching the blush form on her cheeks as she turned back to her book, complete with an eye roll. You smiled proudly, waiting a few moments to just look at her in her element before placing your book next to you.

Silently, you crawled your way over to her, placing your head on her shoulder and letting your eyes roam the page she was on. Maeve smiled slightly, and you both tried to focus on the words that sat in front of you.

As she turned the page, you wondered if she knew what day it was. Now that you thought of it, it was hard to miss. The grocery store you two went to the other night was plastered with hardly comical cards and brightly colored flowers, so much so that it was like the idea of ‘love’ was being shoved down your throat. Still, it slipped your mind; if it slipped yours, it probably didn’t even pass Maeve’s.

After a while of listening to Maeve’s light whisper-reading, you decided to heed your grumbling stomach and make some beloved pancakes. It wasn’t long before Maeve emerged from the bedroom, sniffing the air with a deep breath.

“Smells delish.” She placed her book on the table and came up behind you, watching you flip the second batch of pancakes with a hungry glare. “Are those chocolate chips?”

“Of course.” You smirked as she kissed your cheek, reaching next to you for the plate of already made pancakes. As she went to eat one of them, she noticed the shape of the chocolate weren’t in a random pattern or a smiley face; no, they were instead in the shape of-“

“A heart?” Maeve snorted, looking at you with a smile as she chomped on the delicious pancake. “You’re such a dork.”

“Happy Valentine’s day to you, too,” you laughed, placing the new pancakes on the plate in front of her.

“Oh, shit.” She placed the plate down, biting her lip with a defeated look. “I forgot to get you something.”

“So did I,” you laughed, turning off the stove pushing yourself up to sit on the counter. You held your arms out, beckoning for her to come closer. She did, leaning up to you with a sweet kiss on the lips. As you pulled back, you whispered, “I’m in love with you and I love it. That’s enough of a gift for me.”

She looked into your eyes, her warm pupils burning into yours. She smiled, shrugged her shoulders, and grabbed another pancake off the plate beside you. “A card would’ve been nice.”

“Oh, piss off,” you giggled, smacking her lightly on the shoulder. And as you two ate the pancakes, silently battling over who would eat the last one even though you were full, you didn’t think life could get any better. But it could, as long as you two were together.

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The Only Exception (Maeve Wiley x Reader) //Sex Education

A/N: Not gonna lie this was so fun to write and now i wish i worked at a bookstore so i could meet the love of my life bye

Request: @crookshanks1999 I need more Maeve x reader!! One with a lot of cute moments. Like, if you can, do one where Maeve realizes that she likes y/n and goes to her house And she says so but y/n doesn't know how to react (although she also has the same feelings) and she just keeps quiet, so Maeve tells her to forget it and runs away, y/n feels bad and decides to compensate what she did with a very sweet gesture (sorry for the bad English)

Summary: Maeve didn’t want to care about anything or anyone - that was before she met you. (why do i even write these summaries honestly)

Warnings: ANGSTTT, FLUFFFF like actually you might suffocate from the fluff just so you know

Words: omg 2,000+

Please Don’t Plagiarize My Work!

Maeve was flipping through the book she had been eyeing all week; she was coming into the small bookstore nearly everyday, taking the same book off the shelves and reading as much as she could in a viable amount of time. She couldn’t afford it, not right now, so doing this was the only way to read outside of the school library (which had a very, very limited selection). She was halfway through a really great chapter when a small voice made her jump.

“We’re closing in five minutes,” you said, already wearing your coat. Maeve slammed the book shut and avoided your gaze; she felt like she had been caught doing something wrong, when really, she was just reading. But something about your warm smile took her off-guard, and she fumbled to put the book back in its place.

“You like that one?” You said, watching her throw her bag over her shoulder.

“What?”

“The book.” You pointed to the copy she just placed back on the shelf, making your way over to the girl. Maeve shrugged, suddenly nervous by how close you were. You pulled the book off the shelf, flipping through the pages that Maeve had become familiar with. “Here.” You pushed the book towards her with a smile. “You should keep it.”

“I can’t.” Maeve uttered in disbelief of your offer. She tried to push it away, but you were stronger.

“Consider it a gift,” you said, sending her a wink as she hugged the book to her chest. Maeve tried to think of something to say, but instead walked out of the bookstore, with her new book and a freshly flushed face.

But that wasn’t the end of her bookstore visits. She went there just as often; sometimes she would go to sit in the reading area and do her homework, others to see if you were there. When you were, she would watch you placing books on the shelves, or talking to customers. She never approached you, because that would make her infatuation real. So, she stayed at a distance, and hoped you didn’t catch her watching.

And you didn’t. Not at first. Instead, you felt like the creep, always peaking glances at Maeve as she read her books or studied. You would send her a smile every now and then, but you blamed that on being in ‘customer service mode’. Even when the store got busy, you would find yourself wondering what Maeve was reading, what her next book would be, and if she would come back tomorrow. She always did.

One particularly cold day, Maeve arrived at the bookstore way earlier than planned; she was excited to get to the newest book on her reading list, and left the house after downing her bowl of cereal. But when she arrived, the door was locked.

“Is it not open?” You were there, cheeks red from the cold, reaching into your pocket for what Maeve guessed was a set of keys.

“No, I guess not.”

“Hm.” You soon opened the door, holding it open for her to walk in behind you. She hesitated, but entered nonetheless, immediately feeling the warmth of the bookstore settle in her skin.

When she opened her eyes, you were closing the door behind her, not bothering to change the ‘open’ sign. You shrugged off your coat, revealing a cute green sweater that was undoubtably borrowed because of the way it hung off your figure. Maeve watched as you wordlessly set up the store: you turned on the lights, dusted some of the shelves, checked that the register was working. Eventually, you headed into the back room, where Maeve heard slight rustling. She just stood there, as if in a trance of your routined movements. But then she heard a call.

“You can come back here, if you like!”

Again, Maeve hesitated. She already felt like she was disrupting something in the bookstore, but she also felt her stomach flip at the idea of spending time with you. So, she made her way behind the register and into the small room that you disappeared into: inside was a cart full of books, a small couch (similar to the one in the reading area) and little kitchenette where you stood, making yourself a cup of tea.

Maeve stood awkwardly in the doorway, unsure of what to do.

“Sit, sit.” You instructed, noticing her unsure expression. She listened, sitting on the welcoming couch with a stiff back. Soon, you were sitting down as well, holding two cups in your hand. “Tea?”

“Sure.” Maeve took the cup with eagerness, as she was still cold from the walk here. The two of you sat in silence for a few moments, and Maeve would be lying if she said it wasn’t a bit awkward. But then you began talking.

You told her that the bookstore was your Uncle’s, and you had practically grown up roaming the shelves. How you were working here but it hardly felt like a job. Then you told her how you spent most of your time there, even if you weren’t working.

“Like you.” You sipped your tea with kind eyes, and Maeve couldn’t help but blush.

She didn’t think you had noticed all the time she spent there, and her stomach flipped at the thought. She apologized, partly for spending so much time there and partly because she never bought books; you quickly frowned, telling her it was nice to see people with such a devotion to books like yourself. At that, Maeve smiled, unsure of what to say. But, nothing needed to be said, because there was a certain knowing in the air that you two were meant to meet, and it was only a matter of time that you would get along.

Sadly, you had to open the store officially, and you two went about your business. But now, things were different. Maeve would catch your eye randomly throughout the day, sending you a smirk or holding up her new book to show you what she was up to. You would send her a thumbs up, or a simple nod of approval.

After more time went by, you would spend your break with her, discussing the book she was reading and gushing about your favorite characters. You would leave her some book recommendations, and she would do the same for you. Often times, you would pretend you hadn’t read the book she recommended just to see the smile on her face when you told her you finished it.

It was safe to say that you two had taken a liking to each other. If you spent a lot of time at the bookstore before, now you practically lived there. And the days that Maeve couldn’t make it, you felt the slightest pang in your heart, the smallest distaste in your mouth that you couldn’t quite explain.

But Maeve felt the same way. Sometimes she would enter the bookstore with an eager smile, just for it to falter at the man who stood behind the counter. She would drag her feet over to the reading area and bite her nails as she looked out the window, half expecting you to never come back. But then, you would rush up to the door with your familiar frazzled expression, a smile plastered on your face as you saw Maeve through the window.

Those feelings of fear rose faster and faster within Maeve; she wondered why, of all people, you made her scared. She couldn’t care about you, could she? The answer was yes. She could. And she did.

Maeve used to be great at pretending. She would pretend nothing bothered her, that everyone was just another body in her presence. She tried to pretend she didn’t care about you; sometimes she would ignore the smile you sent her, or purposefully not go to the bookstore just to see if you would forget about her. But when it came to you, that ability to pretend was gone. You were her only exception; she couldn’t pretend she didn’t care for you, because the feeling was too strong. And that growing sensation in her heart would not go away, no matter what she did. She knew she needed to do something about it, or she would explode.

She went to the bookstore early that day, similar to the first time you two had officially met. She was leaning against the wall next to the door, biting her nails, when you turned the corner in your frivolous state.

“Maeve!” You said, and your smile nearly killed her right then. If this goes wrong, I can’t talk to her ever again, she thought as she watched you unlock the door. “Come on in.”

“I can’t.” Maeve licked her lips, watching the way you frowned and faltered your smile in the cutest way. “I mean…I care about you. Like…really care about you. And I don’t think I can pretend that I don’t.” Maeve bit her lip as you widened your eyes, mouth opening and closing with nothing coming out. It was exactly what she was afraid of, and your hesitance was the only answer she needed.

“Forget it.” She said, turning on her heal and rushing away, ignoring your call and wiping the tears angrily from her face. At least I don’t have to worry about it, she thought, not really meaning it. 

When she got home, she tried to distract herself with a book, but her mind only went to you: to your smile, to the way your face flushed after being in the cold, and to the way you hummed to yourself as you placed books on those dusty old shelves. She groaned, banging her head lightly with the book, trying to forget what happened, and how embarrassed she was.

I need to take a walk, she thought, and grabbed her bag as she rushed out the door.

She was walking aimlessly, and the cool air surrounded her in the near lifeless streets. Soon, she found herself in the very place she was trying to forget: the bookstore. She looked longingly in the dark windows to the shelves that were shined on by loose moonlight. She was about to leave when she heard your voice.

“I was hoping you would come back,” you said, holding the door open with your foot. “Come on.” You walked inside, holding the door open further. Maeve couldn’t help but walk over. The door was literally waiting for her - you were waiting for her - and even though her heart still hurt, she passed you silently, taking a deep breath as the smell of books filled her senses.

“Here.” You were now holding a book in front of her, a shy smile on your face. Maeve almost didn’t take it, but your slight jab in the air made her hold her hand out. You placed the book in her hands, and she realized it wasn’t any book - it was her favorite, the one she had been forced to borrow from the school library, the one that was covered in numerous booger stains and only her name in the take-out list. But now, it was hers.

“You remembered?” Was all she could say as her fingers traced the cover, and she looked back at the blush that was on your cheeks.

“Open it. To the cover page.”

She did. And in scribbled out handwriting, you wrote: “you don’t have to pretend.” When she looked up, you were right in front of her, watching her with your bottom lip between your teeth.

“I care about you too,” you said, hiding your eyes. But Maeve could see that you meant it, and she raised a hand to your cheek.

“I don’t want you to leave.” She whispered, admitting it for the first time out loud. Her heart hammered in her chest as you placed your hand over hers. You smiled and flicked your eyes all around her face, wondering if she could hear how loud your heart was beating.

“Why would I?” And then, you kissed her.

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