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sugar-omi · 1 year ago

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PLSSS I BEG OF U COVE HOLDEN X FEM!READER NEWLY MARRIED AND R JUST SO LOVEY DOVEY AND CANT GET ENOUGH OF EACH OTHER let me stop with the caps anyway as i was saying newly married cove and fem!reader on their honey moon to (insert place with nice oceans and views but you can take them anywhere you want) and they’re just sooo IN LOVE ITS DISGUSTING HOW IN LOVE THEY ARE you can add spice and intimacy if u want 🤷🏾❤️‼️

IM SO SORRY I TOOK SO LONG TO WRITE THIS ITS BEEN SITTING IN THE DRAFTS FOREVER.... im gonna blame it on my demon cat, its his fault he always wants to play outside i wanted a cat not a dog wtf !!!!! anyway here you go anon i loved writing this sm bc i have been thinking abt honeymoon hcs for awhile mmm<3333 also i jus wanna say cove is very much a "grabs your stomachs n prbly shakes it" man, like yk how your boyfriend is always grabbing your stomach idk at first i thought it was weird like "wtf is he grabbing your stomach n shaking it" but now i know. n cove does it ok i wont explain it but he also rubs anywhere, hes tracing your body n making shapes w his fingers on you, hes just so TOUCHY eta: I JUST REALIZED THIS LIKE 70% SMUT BUT UM.... ANYWAY 😁😁i hope you like it anyway, also added a hc's i forgot at the v bottom <3333

tags : fluff, step 4/wedding dlc, fem/afab reader (could be okay for masc/amab/nb readers as well if you ignore cove calling you 'wife' once), buff tatted cove, headcanons at the very bottom below the nsfw

+ NSFW (at the bottom), fem/afab reader, rough raw sex, creampie, missionary, v horny cove <3

perhaps i should make a part 2 with all the times n places cove fucks you during your honeymoon, mmm thats a good idea write that down write that down

synopsis : you and cove on your honeymoon to the bahamas !!

surprise to literally no one, you two pick the Bahamas for your honeymoon

it wasn't a hard pick. it was just a matter of where had the nicest views, open hotels, and safest locations, and with how cove got more starry-eyed with each solidified detail, the Bahamas was your destination.

if it wasn't for the fact that you just had an eventful wedding full of love from friends and family, plus the plane trip, cove would've dropped everything and ran for the glittering water.

once you're checked in and changed from your flight clothes into something a bit more dressy but comfortable, you and cove make your way for some much anticipated dinner.

when you're seated, the silence between you two is so easy and filled by the bustle of the restaurant.

across from you, cove is watching you with his chin hiked atop his clasped fingers, easily looking like a puppy.

"what? what're you staring at?" you laugh, taking a dip if your drink to uselessly wash away your fluster at your husband's blatant staring.

cove already has a rosy tint to his cheeks and if he was younger cove would've caught fire at being caught staring. instead he just grinned cheerily and happily, with a gaze of a man sick with love. "just admiring my wife."

you can't help but tuck your head a bit, flustered by his direct compliment. God you're in for a long marriage.

thank god, you think distantly.. a lifetime of being flustered by each other no matter how long you're together doesn't sound to bad at all.

while you're eating, you two respond to your family blowing up the "[Last] - Holden family" group chat, that was so courteously made by your snickering sister and cousin leading up to your wedding.

after a lovely dinner (only after you reassured cove that you had a few days to try out everything on the menu before the trip was over) you two took a well deserved nap together with cove tucked into your neck and your fingers in his hair. <3

okay listen... would it be bad to say you planned your wedding around your honeymoon

there's a reason!!!

i imagine you and cove (mostly cove) wanted to rent a house on the beach, or at least close to it, but i imagine its hard to snag one so once you finally got a place the wedding just fell around it

while you're in the bedroom sleeping, recovering and recharging, cove still gets up early to go play around on the beach.

not without a fight though!

when he wakes up the sky is still navy, and he flips over, feeling antsy to start the day and your activities.

but there you are, laying next to him in one of his shirts that you've stolen and your face is still scrunched up a bit from cove's movement which makes him settle down.

cove reaches to stroke your cheek, running his hand over your hair and he admires the way your face relaxes from the touch...

he feels like kicking and screaming right now, now looking at his ring(s) and remembering that you're married and you're his and he's yours and...

he's going to bawl his eyes out again.

so instead of crying and watching you until you wake up, which definitely won't be for another hour or more at least, he slowly untangles himself from you and the sheets.

it kills him a bit to do so, wanting nothing more than to be close to you every second of the day but he also wants to make you feel special today. he also can't stay in bed that long, he's too much of a busybody to do that..

so when you finally wake up, after much struggle and a lot of stretching, you drag yourself from the bed and tame your wild hair before you find your husband.

cove is leaning on the porch overlooking the beach, a random song playing lowly on the radio that you left on last night.

he whips around when you tug open the sliding door and abandons his orange juice to pull you into his arms and cove's rocking you two back n forth, kissing your jaw and cheek and he's holding your hand and compliments you.

"you look so pretty..."

"nice ring, your husband is really lucky." he says it with a smirk and you both laugh.

when he finally snaps out of his daze, totally bewitched by the warmth of the sun, view of the beach accompanied by the sound of waves and the way you lean into him had cove in a trance.

he leads you over to the kitchen where he insists you sit and watch while he makes breakfast.

in the end, you do end up spending most the day at the beach house. so when lee shoots a series of text asking about your day and if you did anything, you respond with a picture of you two buried in the blankets and a christmas hallmark movie on the TV, you laugh at her spam about how you should be enjoying the sand and waves instead of a out of season movie and respond with a meme.

the next day you spend a lot of it outside, and i even imagine you rent a boat to take out for the day or smth like that and it reminds you of when lee took you all out on a boat, but this time it was just the 2 of you

let me just say.. everyone even 5 miles away can tell you're on your honeymoon

cove is always looking at you

whether its to see how you react to a good joke

or you're telling a story and he's watching in admiration at your mannerisms while you speak

or you're at the booth ordering ice cream for the both of you

or even better, he's trying his best to capture you imagine as you walk back to him, squeezing out your slip/coverup that blew away and you laugh at him for capturing this moment instead of helping you.

"stop laughing! haha, it's not funny! *swats at him with the coverup* im taking your shirt to cover up with!"

many many pictures and videos of your honeymoon. they're mostly of you

or your shared favorite:

you're on top of cove and his eyes are closed so he doesn't notice you're recording him.

"you've gotten more tan. y'know that reminds me of when we were kids, you had such bad tan lines!" you laugh, the camera shaking.

he squints at you, squeezing your hips when he realizes you're recording him. "i did not."

"you did, i saw it. you had different tan lines from your shorts!" you tease loudly and giggle, thinking about the varying darkness of teenage-cove's tan lines because of how some of his swim shorts and pants hung lower than the other bottoms he'd wear.

cove jumps up a bit, laughing as he sputtered. "you saw that?!"

"yeah! you were the one with your v-line hanging out all the time, mister "i don't like wearing layers'!"

his look is full of love, and so is cove's hands running up and down your hips and back. but he's still smug when he says it and the wide smirk on his face makes you wanna kiss it off him.

"well you were the one looking, i didn't hear any complaints.."

you hit his shoulder, "you're so smug, you brat!", the camera shaking from your laughter.

cove is very handsy during this time

something about being married now has him seeking you out and keeping some form of contact between you

whether its holding hands, locking arms, or kissing you in public

he's always pulling you into him, wrapping a arm around your waist...

but when you're at the beach house.. well i hope you keep the curtains closed for the most part especially in the bedroom because clothes are pretty optional/limited during your honeymoon

usually cove's sex drive is pretty average, or low (i feel like at this point his drive matches yours but it's always a little lower depending on how high yours is, but thats for a different post okok)

so it surprises you how.. horny he is

he surprises himself too honestly

but he just wants to be close to you so bad!

you look so beautiful, and so happy... and now you're married and its like when he was a teenager all over again

the sun is coming through the windows, warming up your naked back.

you hum, enjoying the warmth and you feel the bed shift and now there's lips on your forehead, and cove's hand is running up and down your spine, rubbing soothingly across your shoulders.

"g'morning, y/n..." cove's gravely voice sends a shiver down your spine. "mmm, hi.." you tilt your head to the side, letting him kiss your cheek and the back of your neck.

you peak at him, still sleepy but enjoying the warmth and attention. you try to stretch your body, stretching out your legs and with how cove is leaned over you, your butt brushes against him and makes him gasp, his fingers squeezing your shoulder reflexively.

"at least let me brush my teeth..." you laugh, sitting up and after a second of looking at your clothes on the floor, you grab the robe on the chair beside you and lazily wrap it around you and shuffle to the bathroom.

cove is looking at you, you can feel his gaze and the second you disappear behind the door you hear him shuffling around before he comes behind you, dressed in nothing. cove didn't walk around naked often, only if he was walking around your bedroom finding his clothes for the day, but man was it a treat.

he wraps his arms around you, his hand rubbing your stomach and the other is wandering.

"c'mere..." you mumble, grabbing cove's toothbrush and sitting on the counter to brush his teeth for him. he lets you, and you laugh throughout the process because its a funny thing to do but you get through it and he spits in the other sink beside you before he picks you up and carries you back to bed.

on your way back to the bed, your lips find his shoulder and you add onto the array of marks already bloomed on his neck.

cove lays you down on the bed, shuffling your bodies closer to the pillows, tugging off your robe as you fumble around and throwing it somewhere. you're definitely making him clean up the room after this, but first..

you bring him in, letting your tongues tangle together and cove stretches his arm, looking for the lube and a rubber.

"ah-" cove sits up, and he looks back at you sheepishly. "there's no more.. um..."

you grin, already looking forward to cove's reaction. "that's okay. just fuck me raw, won't be the last time. right, covey?" you tangle your fingers in the sheets and get comfortable while you watch it sink in.

it isn't the first time, but fuck it always turns cove on and it makes him impossibly horny.

cove curses and he moves down, pushing your legs up and he kisses your inner thighs, sucking on the skin very close to your cunt that his cheek brushes against you and you whine, your hands finding his hair.

cove teases you a bit more, but he's teasing himself too so his mouth happily finds your cunt, grinning at the way you jump when his tongue runs over your sensitive clit.

even though cove ran a pleasurable train over you last night, your cunt sensitive but still pulsing with need.

your leg is shaking in cove's hold, his hand holding up one of your legs to give him easy access to your wet cunt but he happily lets your other leg shake on his shoulder, your foot bumping against his side and toes curling as he thrusts his tongue in and out your twitching insides.

he kept tongue-fucking you, his thumb petting your clit and he mumbled praises against your cunt as you came, your slick pooling on his tongue.

you buried your face in the pillow, always left twitching after cove sucks your soul from your body. you peak at cove spreading the lube on your sexes, lining himself up and sinking into you.

"ah fuck..."

cove looks so attractive like this, sunlight streaming in through the sheer curtains and leaned over you, shaded by the broad expanse of his torso and caged between his arms.

"cove!" your nails dig into his shoulders, your mouth falling open with a sharp moan when cove snaps his hips, burying himself inside you.

cove tucks his head into your shoulder, both of you panting and pulling each other closer even though the air between you two is balmy and hot.

"i'm gonna move..." cove kisses your jaw, tearing himself away from you to show you his flushed face. you whine when cove picks up your lower body, stuffing a pillow under you and the movement makes his tip bump your insides.

cove throws your legs over his shoulders and grips your hips in his hands, kissing your ankle that has your anklet hanging on it.

you throw your head back and moan loudly, cove starting a rough pace from the beginning.

you're so sensitive from last night, and cove abusing your insides again has tears coming to your eyes. "oh fuck! please, cove-"

you reach for him and cove offers his hand and intertwines it with yours. you don't know exactly what you're asking for, for him to be more gentle? a kiss? for cove to fuck you harder?

you just want more of him, to be closer, to be one with him...

"its okay, that's it.. good girl." cove shushes you, putting his free hand by your head to lean over you, your legs almost flush with your chest as cove practically mounts you.

something about the sharpness of cove's eyes and his flushed face makes you want to mess with him, so you bring his hand up to your mouth, wrapping your fingers around his tattooed wrist and sucking on his middle and ring finger.

cove groans, watching the way your tongue slides around his wedding band(s). "you.." cove pushes on your tongue, thrusting his hips up to bump against the spongy spot deep inside your cunt.

your eyes roll into the back of your head when cove picks up the pace again, his hips rolling back and slamming against your butt hard, making your body bounce, pushing his cock deeper against your walls.

while you're moaning and crying out so sweetly, cove squeeze's his hand between your bodies to rub your clit, the proximity of your bodies not leaving much room for anything more than tight circles against the poor sensitive nub.

"cove.." you huff, feeling your cunt gush more slick and adding to the wet, loud squelching. "cove, kiss me, please. oh fuck- oh fu-" cove's lips cut off your mindless babbles, muffling yours and his loud moans as he fucks you with shallow thrusts.

he breaks apart, panting and stealing small kisses in between his sentence. "i'm- *kiss* oh god- i'm gonna *kiss, kiss* cum.."

you whimper and hook your shaking leg around cove's back, the overstimulation makes you want to pull away but you're so close and you want cove to make you cum, and to finish with you. to finish inside you.

"cum inside!" your nails scratch down his back. "please, cum, cum inside-"

cove whines into your neck, the rhythm of his thrusts falling apart as he comes closer to finishing. he rubs faster circles on your clit, and when your fingers drag down his back as you cum, cove's hips push your body deeper into the bed as he fills your cunt with his thick cum.

he leans lifelessly over your body, panting into your neck and pressing kisses into your shoulder as he sits up to give you a kiss.

"i'll..i'll run us a bath, okay?" cove smiles dozily, stroking your hips. you blink, trying to regain your vision from your orgasm.

"and carrying me to the bath!" cove nods at that, accepting the fact he's basically rendered your legs useless for the morning. "and you're making breakfast too." you grin at him. "its punishment."

cove kisses your cheeks. "mm, trying out new methods?" cove teases.

you smack his arm and push him away, breath hitching when he pulls out.

cove watches out his cum starts to leak from your poor, twitching cunt and before he can get any bright ideas you put your foot on his shoulder and nudge him. "stop looking!" you tug the sheets over you and cove gets up with a sheepish laugh. "okay, okay!"

is very very whipped for you

does anything n everything you ask the whole trip

when he goes out and it comes up somehow, he'll tell anyone and everyone he's on his honeymoon w his lovely spouse <3

if you do any underwater activities like snorkeling or smth, you're holding hands underwater <333

yes you hold hands everywhere you go, he's so in love with you he just has to be close to you

if you're not holding hands than he's trailing very close behind you or you're at least wearing his shirt

MATCHING OUTFITS

every young person is ither inspired by your relationship or is sick of seeing you at the beach, go HOME

the old people love you and talk your ear off in the middle of the store, telling you stories of their marriages and tips on how to have a long happy marriage

when you tell them you're childhood friends/lovers though they laugh and tell you you already have it down then since you've known each other so long!

when you finally get on the plane to go home, i hope you rmbr to get some foundation or at least tell cove to wear his hair down and a t-shirt instead of a tank top because his neck and back/shoulders are Marked Up

liz and lee tease you about how glowy and refreshed you look <3

cove is very flustered if any of your friends or family see any marks or scratches

or even worse if someone asks if you had a good wedding night, etec

if you want to have kids n give birth, liz also jokes that shes too young to be a grandma for real (you sputter n tell her you and cove arent her kids n shes exaggerating!!)

#our life beginnings and always #our life: beginnings & always #cove holden #olba #cove holden x reader #cove x mc #cove x reader #cove our life #our life cove #our life #cove holden x mc smut #cove holden smut #smut #cove holden x mc

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most-datable-datable-bracket · 1 year ago

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QUARTER-FINALS MATCH 2

Garrus propaganda:

"Garrus is a character who went from being a shit head punk in ME1 and grows and betters himself over the games. He talks over the hard choices in ME3 without judging Shepard no matter what they choice. He is pretty much the first to stand up for them and even when his own home is being destroyed and he doesn’t know if his father and sister are alive he’s there for SHEPARD. He is there for the person who is always there for everyone else! ME3 Garrus is honestly Best Garrus and I want to celebrate how good his character arc is over the games.

And the best part is: the romance doesn’t fix him. He still grows and improves if you romance him or not!

Idk, I just don’t think it’s super fair to reduce him to his ME1 character when the fact that him growing and improving is the part I like best about him. Garrus, to me, shows you can always get better and life is about always getting better. It’s never too late to be better.

And he has the power to make Shepard dance good in the Citadel DLC."

Cove propaganda:

“This bad boy can fit so much autism in him”

“he is sooo loveable. he's autistic. he's kind. he has a scar on his arm from a waterbike accident. he likes food when they mix them he is VERY awkward with a crush (love it) and he's so interested in the ocean. hates being all formal and stuff. his game is basically about possibly living life with a neighbor like him and it's so cool. please play this game. for him. ocean man take me by the hand”

“Cove is the best boy. He's the deuteragonist (Next to the player) from the game and he's literally the best thing that happened to me. He can be kinda clingy, but who doesn't love a little guy who sneaks into their room to say hi (not as creepy as it sounds, I swear).”

“He is such a sweet person, that deeply cares about the mc, he is such a crybaby in the best way.”

“Look I know he's already your profile picture, but HEAR ME OUT ON THIS!! He's so nice, he's so sweet, it's childhood friends/neighbors to lovers, he likes sea animals and his game is summer themed and I'm a sucker for summer stuff abhdszagvaz!!!!! The VN is so wholesome and fluffy and Cove is just perfect boyfriend material”

#garrus vakarian #mass effect #cove holden #our life #our life beginnings & always #quarter-finals #most datable datable character

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iwrite-sinsandtragedies · 5 months ago

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Day 3 — Poppy ₊˚✧ ﾟ

Submission for @olba-week-event

MC: Ai/Sky

I wasn't actually going to do day 3 because I couldn't come up with an idea that didn't have Cove in the spotlight 😂 but inspiration hit me at the last minute so this one was a bit of a rush job, my apologies. On the plus side, Ai's little sailor onsie will forever give me life so that was a delight to work on. She had huge aspirations to become one when she was a kid - always wanted to be on a ship and had a lot of sailor themed things in her room (even tried to stow away on a ship once and actually succeeded, but only for a day before someone found her out LOL, the moms were not pleased). As you can guess though, meeting Mr. Shark-man Holden and his sea themed son was the highlight of her youth �� she's had many long and very serious conversations with Cliff about buying a boat. She used her serious voice and her serious face and everything! Cliff could barely resist! He almost caved when Cove came in for back up but the moms brought up the stow away story and that sobered him up pretty damn quick LMAO Now, on a more personal moment here. My stepdad likes to retell this story of how we first met, whenever he's in an emotional enough mood 😂 I was a very impulsive kid (putting it mildly) and I didn't know him at all but, despite that, the first thing I did was run right up to him and hug him around the legs and say "Hello!" with my big smile and he had no idea what to do because he was used to people not being like that with him at all. Yet there I was, already liking him, not knowing how big of an impact that was going to have on him. He retells this story maybe once or twice a year and there's just something so genuinely soft and sweet about watching a 50 odd year old man still get moved to tears, years later, as he says "You chose me." like it still baffles him even now - especially when you know he's the type of man that doesn't rely on support or comfort from other people, but takes that comfort from you - the child he chose too.

Cliff feels like he's that type of man to me, tbh 💖 Maybe it's because I understand his background so easily or because he's always doing things that I recognise as responses to that background, but he reminds me a lot of my stepdad and a lot of myself too honestly. So, a big big Big part of me just loves the idea of this stubborn, independent, self made man who is always putting the comfort and happiness of others as his top priority also getting so damn emotional when he gets to sit down and do normal happy family things with the kids that love him so dearly as well. Like, I just want this man to look around at the people in his life and know, deep in his heart and soul, that they want him to be there 🥺 maybe his parents didn't, but they just missed out on everything that he had to offer honestly. The family he has now knows his value and it's not in what he's willing to do, but simply in him being who he is. That's worthy of love.

Anyways 😂 I could probably ramble on about Mr. Cliff Holden for hours if I'm not careful. So, I'll just leave this here and continue loving my two ocean boys unconditionally, as they deserve! 💖

#OLBA Week #OLBA Week 2024 #olba #our life #cliff holden #our life cliff #ol cliff #our life cove #cove holden #olba mc #mc china #our life beginnings and always #iwrite art #iwrite rambles #found family #ol:ba #olba prompt

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differenteagletragedy · 1 year ago

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With the Baxter angst with mc drowning in a riptide, I’m curious as to what Cove’s (and our family in general) reaction is when we’re found and the days/weeks after our death. Thanks, I love your writing

Thank you so much! Here you go :)

"You ok, son?"

"Yeah, Dad, I'm fine."

Cliff watched as Cove came into the house, his arms full of shopping bags. He was most definitely not fine.

It had been a little over a week since you'd drowned, and Cove was just not himself. Not that Cliff expected he would be after such a traumatic loss, but his behavior was becoming more concerning every day and he wasn't sure what to do.

That night you'd gone out for a swim, your moms came knocking on the Holdens' door frantically around 10:00. Cliff had answered the door and hearing the commotion, Cove came out of his room. Pam and Noelani explained how you'd wanted to go to the ocean by yourself, but then you didn't come home and you didn't answer your phone. When they went to check on you, your things were on the beach but you were nowhere to be found.

Both men had set out to help look for you, as had many of the other neighbors. Authorities were called -- it was an unusually chaotic night for the quiet little street -- but by the morning, your body had been found.

Cliff was pretty sure Cove hadn't slept since.

He hadn't been down to the beach, which was understandable, even though it had been a nearly daily activity for him. But he also hadn't showered. Cliff had taken time away from the shop to be there for his son, but when he'd gone out for a quick grocery run one evening, he came back to a pile of sand in the hallway.

"It's time we got this out of the house," Cove had muttered, broom in hand.

Cliff didn't want to be overbearing -- honestly he had no idea how to help Cove through this -- so he'd watched as Cove did an overhaul of his bedroom. He took out his surfboard and tucked it somewhere out of sight, then packed his swim trunks and wetsuits in a trash bag and set them by the curb. Cliff did grab those up and put them away for him, sure that someday he might want to return to the beach, but as the days went on he stopped being so sure.

That day, when Cove had come in with his bags after a trip to town, Cliff followed him to his bedroom. His son didn't seem to notice, or if he did, he didn't care that he had an audience. From the bags, he pulled out bubble wrap, a pack of rubber bands and some smaller plastic bags. He left again without a word, went back to his car, and came back with a cooler.

"What are you doing?" Cliff finally asked.

After taking the time to sort out his newly acquired supplies, Cove knelt down and grabbed a box from under his bed. He opened it, grabbed a few more items, then pushed it aside. He used his free hand to grab one of the smaller bags, and that's when he answered Cliff.

"I'm getting rid of the fish."

Cove was expressionless as he began the task of getting each individual fish into its own bag, securing it, then placing it inside the cooler. Cliff was taken aback for a number of reasons, a big one because he knew how much his son loved his pets. Another was that he was taking the fish off, with everything else that was going on, without a single tear falling.

"I think we need to talk," he said at last, but Cove wasn't interested.

"There's nothing to talk about. I don't want them anymore. Some guy in town is taking them, I'm going to drive them down there in a little bit."

"Cove," he said softly, reaching out to grab his son's shoulder. They both stayed silent, then the younger man let out a shaky sigh.

"I can't sleep, Dad," he said, looking at him for the first time that day. "I can't sleep with them in here. The water ..."

He glanced over to the tank, the little piece of the ocean he'd been so excited to have in his own room years ago. But now, since you were gone, it wasn't welcome anymore.

"Is that why you haven't been showering?"

He nodded.

"Have you been drinking?" Cliff asked. He'd known Cove hadn't been eating that much, but if he was developing this deep of an aversion to water, he wanted to make sure.

"I haven't been thirsty," Cove answered.

Cliff sighed, then decided it was time to take charge. He emptied Cove's hands, setting the scoop and net on the floor, then took him in his arms.

Cove started crying almost immediately.

"You have to take care of yourself," Cliff told him. "And if you can't right now, then you have to let me help you."

"I don't want to," Cove replied, his body wracked with sobs. "I don't want to do any of it."

He cried for a long time, sometimes slowing to a a near stop before starting up violently again. Cliff cried too, feeling utterly helpless. But eventually, when he didn't have any more tears, Cove went a little limp. He was exhausted.

"Come in here," Cliff told him. "I'll take care of it."

He moved to stand beside Cove, letting him lean against his side. He took him to the living room and laid him down on the couch, then grabbed the blanket that was thrown on the back of it to cover him up.

"I'll take care of it," he told him again. "Just sleep for now."

He kneeled on the floor next to Cove, stroking his hair until he drifted off. Then he went in his own bedroom, cleared off his dresser, and began the task of moving the fish tank in there.

When he was almost done, he heard a knock at the door. He moved quickly, not wanting to wake Cove, then quietly opened it and stepped outside, closing the door behind him. It was then that he saw Liz standing there stone-faced, a box in her arms.

"Hey, Liz," he said, trying for a smile but failing. "How are you all holding up?"

"Not great," she answered frankly. "Ma won't get out of bed. They're talking about selling the house but they want to think it through."

He nodded, not sure what to say to that. Liz looked down at the box, then back up at him and asked, "How's Cove?"

"About as good as you'd expect," he said.

"That bad, huh?"

Without waiting for a reply, she held up the box to Cliff.

"What's this?" he asked, taking it from her.

"It's ... it's for Cove. I think he'll appreciate it the most."

They exchanged a few more pleasantries before Liz excused herself, walking back across the street and going inside. After she closed the door, Cliff lifted the box's lid and took a peek.

Seashells, all different kinds and colors. He remembered you collecting them with Cove when you were younger, how much time you'd spent together on the beach looking for the best ones.

She was right. Cove would appreciate it the most.

He snuck back inside, box in hand, and moved past a lightly snoring Cove. He went back to his bedroom and put the box safely on his dresser by the tank.

Someday Cove would be ready for this again. He'd be ready for the water, and ready to remember you. Until then, Cliff could keep these memories safe.

#our life beginnings and always #our life #olba #cove holden #olba cove #our life cove #our life cliff #cliff holden #our life cove holden

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orion4ever · 1 year ago

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Hi! If you're still looking for requests how about Cove monologuing to his fish and trying to process his feelings and possibly his sexuality.

Author’s note: Yay! A Cove request! The idea of him talking to his fish is so dorky and adorable! I wrote this with Step 3 in mind!

Pairing: Cove Holden x MC

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Seeing Cove Holden pace around his room wasn't a strange occurrence. The ocean man has had a lot on his mind lately, mostly about himself and his feelings towards his best friend and long-term neighbor.

In Cove's teen years, he had been on the fence about his sexuality or his feelings about them for a while.

He knew he liked them, but he wanted clarity.

Which is why he was leaving sand footprints in his room, talking to himself.

"I like them. Okay! That's a start." He said it aloud before messing with his hair.

"Do they even like me like that? Sure, everyone says they do, but then again. People can be dramatic," he pouted.

He slightly turned to make another lap of his room when he spotted his fish chilling in the tank.

More specifically, he spotted the fish he had allowed you to name five years ago. He took good care of his fish, so they lasted longer than the average fish tank hobbyist.

"You probably think I'm crazy, huh, little guy." He addressed the fish, leaning down on the edge of the table to watch the little guy.

"Feelings don't need an explanation, but I would like one," he sighed. "I don't even really know what I am really into." He sighed louder.

“I never really thought about gender. It doesn’t really matter to me. If they understood me and connected really well, then it didn’t matter.” He told the colorful fish.

“But then again. Even if they did know me, I wouldn’t date them instantly. My head always thinks of MC when I think about dating anyone.” His eyes drifted to anywhere but the particular fish he was venting to.

“They told me once that it was okay not to have a particular answer for my feelings.”

His blue eyes then returned to the fish. The fish looked either neutral or not impressed.

The green-haired man took out his phone and began typing multiple keywords. It was 2016, and there had to be a label for this. Right? While he was doing that, he pulled his rolling chair to be next to his tank and sat in it.

“What sexuality is where you don’t care about gender but only care about your deep bond with a person?" he repeated as he typed.

He began scrolling endlessly while he chatted with the fish.

“Maybe I am just weird. I never hear about anyone struggling with this kind of thing." He grumbled, annoyed that he may have been overthinking this when he finally saw something viable.

“Demisexual..? I haven’t heard that one yet.” He clicked the link and jokingly flashed his phone to the fish. “Maybe I am getting too excited about this.”

He read it over the article posted to a pro-LGBTQ article source. It talked about how some people only really wanted to be in a relationship with people they had a deep bond with. It didn’t matter what they identified with.

Cove’s ocean eyes went huge as he read it further. This was it. He had never read an article that resonated so well with him.

"That is exactly it.”

He got up from the spot next to the fish tank. He was going to tell MC about his newfound wisdom.

“Thanks for listening.” He addressed the fish one last time before he left sand trails outside his door.

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eggluverz · 2 years ago

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With the Flow

PAIRING. cove holden x mermaid!reader

SUMMARY. in which dolphins lead you to a green-haired man who piques your curiosity.

It wasn’t everyday you could sneak away from your family long enough to see anything interesting. But for some reason, you weren’t under as intense of a watch from your caring, sometimes overbearing, parents like normal. Instead of questioning why, you decided to make your way up to your favorite place: the surface.

It’s where the whales came to breathe, the dolphins liked to play, and where you liked to watch. What exactly did you watch? Well, that answer differed depending on the day. Some days, you would watch the big, fluffy clouds drift along in the sky, wispy and light and you wished there was a way you could have just one little bite… Other days, it was enough for you to just feel the cold breeze against the sun blazing across your face.

Today, your object of fascination however, was a human—a tanned man with the prettiest hair you have ever seen. For a non-merperson of course.

He was sitting on a giant board that had a fin coming out of the bottom, the ripples from the waves gently pushing him back and forth as he floated atop wood.

As rare as it was for you to go up to the surface, it was even more uncommon for you to get close enough to the shore to see the waves. But you were having too much fun chasing the dolphins around you hardly paid attention to where you were headed. Plus, it almost seemed like they had led you here, to this particular spot, close enough to observe this green-haired boy.

Everywhere you went, the water was a different color. Under the sea, some areas were so void of light, the water looked black. In others, it was a clear blue that you could almost see through completely. And over here, in this little spot not too far from a sandy beach, it was a mix of blues and greens, the colors dancing around seamlessly in the breeze. It looked even more vibrant and hypnotizing the closer you got to the human. The bright colors of his hair reflected off the water, blending together with the vast ocean. It looked silky and flowy… Almost unreal.

You wanted to reach out and touch it.

Would it feel like your own hair, or would it feel like the ocean slipping through your fingers? You wanted to find out.

You had to find out.

Before you knew it, you heard a started yelp coming from the human. He jolted away from you frantically, falling off his board. Just as quickly as he fell off, he swiftly got right back on, using the board as a barrier between the two of you.

“Hmm?” you mumbled, confused. You tilted your head to the side with a slight pout. Why had he gone away from you when you were so close to feeling his hair? If he didn’t notice you then you would have been able to touch it and leave once your curiosity was satisfied.

Just then, you remembered how your parents told you humans were similar to merfolk in that they valued their personal space. Perhaps you shouldn’t have reached out to pet him…

As you were about to give him an apology and swim away, his brows furrowed as he peered at you.

“I– What are you…” he trailed off, glancing between you and the shore with a look of concern. “Are you stuck out here?”

Eyes widening, you shook your head, swimming back and getting some distance away from him. You hid most of your face underneath the water, letting just your eyes peek out.

Your movements only caused his worry to spike as he paddled over to you frantically, reaching an arm out. Examining it, you noticed a faint scar running along his forearm, the pale color contrasting with his sun-kissed skin. After a few beats of awkward silence in which you still didn’t take his hand, the human coughed, sounding almost choked.

“Um, right,” he muttered, cheeks flushed. “I don’t want to bother you, but it can be dangerous out here without a board or any company… Do you need help getting back to shore? Why haven’t the lifeguards noticed? And why aren’t you struggling— Are you a professional swimmer?”

You giggled at his rambling. All you wanted was to feel his hair, you didn’t mean to worry him.

Feeling slightly apologetic, you shook your head, reassuring him, “I’m fine.”

The reluctance was clear on his face as he examined you from the position atop his board. A few beats of silence passed when he let himself wonder, “Then, if I can ask, why did you reach out for me exactly?”

You blinked, looking sheepish. “Your hair.”

The human didn’t so much as bat an eye, the curious expression remaining on his face.

“Well,” you felt the need to explain more amidst the silence, “I thought it looked like the ocean. I wanted to see if it felt like it too.”

Instinctively, he reached up and grabbed a wavy strand of hair between the tips of his fingers. He then wiggled his hand around in the water in front of him.

He thought for a second before shaking his head. “No. I don’t think it does.”

The corners of your mouth were pulled down into a frown. You couldn’t help but feel downcast after your questions were answered with a resolution you didn’t want. The human said his hair did not feel like the ocean? Did that mean your fantasies of cotton candy clouds were faulty as well?

Noticing the sudden change of your expression, the human began to seem a little panicked. Oddly enough, it seemed to you that he didn’t like the pouty look on your face.

“Er— Well… You could see for yourself if you’d like,” he offered, eyes shifting rapidly away from your own.

Instantly, your eyes lit up once more. “Yes, please!” you chirped happily, fighting hard to keep your tail from splashing in excitement.

He pushed himself forward on his board, leaning down to you. The man had a slightly confused look on his face, as if he was wondering what on earth compelled him to do something like this in the first place. Swimming forward, you met him in the middle of the distance and reached your right hand out to brush his pale green locks. You toyed with it between the tips of your fingers, smiling proudly like you had just won a prize.

“Nice, nice,” you mused in approval, combing through it one last time before dropping your arm. You looked at the human—or his hair, at least—in admiration. “You’re right that it doesn’t feel just like the ocean, but it’s certainly close!”

“Hah… Thanks,” he mumbled, cheeks flushing pink. You hadn’t realized how well pink complemented the color green until then.

In your excitement, you hardly noticed how close you had gotten to the human. Or rather, the implications of that proximity. If you were more aware, you would have noticed how his eyes flitted down to the water beneath you, a million questions swimming in his gaze.

“Well, thank you for humoring me,” you said just as he opened his mouth to ask something. “Despite how off-putting the request may have been.” To show your appreciation, you reached your hands into your pouch that was resting at your side to grab one of your treasured items you thought would be fitting for your new acquaintance. You fished around the small bag until your fingers wrapped around the rough object. “Here! For you.”

As you presented your treasure to him, you looked up at him expectantly. It seemed like something he would like.

“No way! Is this a shark tooth?” he asked with excitement. He immediately reached his hand out at your offer.

You nodded happily, proud that your intuition was right. “Yes! I got it myself from the seafloor—must’ve sank down there somehow.”

He faltered at your words. “I’ve heard of people collecting shark teeth that have washed up on the shore… But the seafloor, huh?” The human continued examining you curiously. He opened his mouth and shut it a total of three times before finally deciding on a simple, “That’s really cool.”

Noticing his inquisitive gaze, you simply grinned. Maybe you should’ve cared about being more secretive, but it felt like something was telling you that you could trust this green-haired man.

“Is it real?” He gestured at the water. “The, um, tail not the shark tooth.”

Surprised, you glanced up at him, noticing his eyes was fixed on the area below your waist that was hidden beneath the ocean. You pondered for a moment in jest. “Last I checked, yes!”

A short laugh escaped his lips at your response.

A few moments of silence passed and you noticed the temperature of the water dropped slightly, the sun slowly setting behind the horizon. You took that as your cue to head back to your home.

“Well, it was nice meeting you, human,” you said, “but I really should get going now.”

He nodded in understanding, but you noticed his brows were furrowed ever so slightly. He wondered aloud, “Will I ever see you again?”

You thought for a moment, tapping your forefinger against your chin. “Depends.” Leaning in, you whispered to him conspiratorially, “Can you keep a secret?”

The human zipped his mouth shut with his hands. “You can count on me.”

There was no doubt in your mind that his words were sincere. “Then sure! I’ll make sure to see you again…”

“Cove.”

“Cove! Pretty name,” you complimented, earning a slight blush out of him. “I’ll see you around then.”

He nodded, waving his hand to say goodbye. With his other hand, he clutched the shark tooth you gifted him close to his body. “Thank you for this gift. I’ll treasure it.”

“I’ll bring you another trinket the next time I see you, Cove!” you promised, holding your pinky out as you began swishing your tail to swim away. “Look forward to it.”

“I will!”

As you made your way back home, you turned around to see a waving Cove in the distance, eventually looking like a small dot on the horizon. Goodbyes were bittersweet, but you weren’t sad. This was only the beginning, after all.

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