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Are you going to be writing more Otis/Maeve fanfics??? The first one was SO SO GOOD and I loved your writing.

Hi anon!

This has probably sitting in my inbox for a while and I do apologise!

Short answer? Yes, I will be. And I love and appreciate you for your kind words. I’m so glad you loved it!

Long answer? Itll probably be started in the next month, so don’t expect anything in the next couple of weeks!

Thank you so much for your message!

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Ncuti’s phone

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Living Legends

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This is me at all 3000 of you, aggressively and sternly telling you that I love and appreciate every single one of your follows.

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Emma and Sami ❤️

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The Reviews

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Queen Liz 👑

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Hello Ruby ❤️💓

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For future reference 🤓

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Happy Birthday, Asa, from Ncuti 🥰

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Finally Winnie sets Maeve free, rubbing her eyes from a long day at school as she lies down on the couch. He takes Maeve into his arms and kisses her on the top of her head. “Long day?”

“The longest,” she agrees. “It was a fucking shit fight.”

“That bad, huh?” he asks, rocking her from side to side.

“Bad isn’t necessarily the word… but if I hear the faculty say that we’re being paid in the smiles of youths then I’ll have to knock them a new smile…” she says with a sarcastic grin.

Otis takes a step back, flinging the tea towel over his shoulder again. “Fuck the faculty,” he says, throwing his fist in the air.

“Yes, fuck them!” she groans. She points at the soup. “What’s that?” she says with a slight look of distaste.

Otis cocks an eyebrow. “That?” he asks, his voice a little too high. “That’s Jakob’s soup… he said you were sick this morning and you might need it. I made you a camomile tea too.”

He tries to pick up on something. Anything . Anything that might give him a hint or help him connect any dots that were floating around. But all he notices is a slight tilt of her head followed with a shrug. “Thank god,” she replies. “I think I need it.”

in a house with big windows, chapter 12. read here on AO3!

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Remember the heartbeats 💓

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Maeve remembers the feeling of not being good enough. She wasn’t from a great family, people had spread rumours since she was fourteen, she didn’t fit in anywhere properly. “What’s getting to you, Lucy?”

Lucy takes a deep breath that’s only made a little more easier when Viv places her hand on her back. “I don’t fit in with them. I don’t have anyone. If I leave my sister, she’ll be stuck here by herself. I’m not good enough…”

“Why do you say that?” Viv asks. Maeve hears her voice go up an octave, noticing the pain in her voice. The concern for her student.

“Because I grew up in a caravan. I don’t have anyone. I make stupid mistakes,” Lucy answers, looking up the ceiling to stop the tears from falling.

It was like she was looking at herself, twelve years ago. The same heartache, the same disbelief and distrust in herself. The same fear. The caravan Lucy hates, she did too. But looking back, it holds memories of the safest place she ever knew. The feeling of aloneness fills up over time when people enter your life and never leave. The abortion she stresses about will end up being one of the most important decisions she ever made and for the better. It doesn’t last forever and everything fades…

in a house with big windows, chapter 11. read here on AO3!