#cove holden fanfic

[allidoistrytrytryy]

a moment's silence when my baby puts her mouth on me (cove holden x reader)

ao3 version here

summary: Cove Holden and the black underwear (from Patreon moment 2, if you know you know), except it's his own surprise on a random Friday (smut with feelings)

word count: 3,116 words

tags: smut, porn with feelings, porn without plot, light dom/sub, switching, sexual intimacy, they're in love your honour, author has been feeling insane about cove for years and lately about the black underwear so here we are (female reader implied but i tried to be as non-descriptive as possible, can be a male trans reader too)

You were exhausted, your fingers rubbed at your eyelids and at your forehead, trying to take the headache away.

You had had a large project at your job, long hours, and planning that took too much of your time. You came home late, too late, so late sometimes Cove would already be in bed or asleep on the couch, always waiting for you (even though you had told him to sleep, not to wait up for you if you were too late, but he insisted every time).

You sighed at the thought of your fiancee. You missed him too much, missed being able to have time with him, going out on weekends or lazing around after work to watch a show you would fall asleep through anyway, snuggled in his warmth.

You hadn’t been able to do that in more than two weeks, always working, always in contact with your coworkers to continue the project even deep into the night. You were glad today was the presentation, and then you were taking a few days off, away from everything.

You felt the fear in your gut at the presentation. You were nerves on legs, as you always were when you had to talk in front of an audience. You knew that would never change, the way you spaced out, waiting and waiting, at your desk.

Your phone buzzed on your desk, which took you out of your thoughts and the ball in your stomach. A smile crept up on your face before you even had the time to read what the text said, at the name appearing on your screen.

Cove.

Romeo: You have this, show them what you’re made of. Love you. <3

You smiled hard, your finger rubbing at the heart emoji with the text, at the picture you had set as his picture on your phone. A picture of him asleep on your couch, snuggled under a blanket, his long hair freed from its usual low bun.

You hadn’t been able to resist the urge to take a picture, and your fingers had gone through his hair.

You sent him a heart back, now fired back up. You could do this, go home and kiss your fiancee senselessly until you fell asleep snuggled into his warmth.

And the presentation happened. It went well, and you shared smiles and compliments with your colleagues. Sighs of relief. You could all go home peacefully tonight.

Which you did. You sprinted to your car when the hour came, your colleagues’ laughter following you down the elevator. They all knew you were eager to be home again, to be with the fiancee you talked about too much. (You couldn’t help it. You loved Cove Holden too much, loved him since you were eight. What could you do?)

The drive went quickly and you arrived at your little place a bit further from the city in record time. When you parked in your spot, next to Cove’s car who was already there and home, you realized you had forgotten to send him a text. You bit your lip, hoping he hadn’t waited for it.

Five unread texts with Cove inquiring about the presentation, worried. Shit.

You climbed the stairs of the apartment complex quickly, your keys already in hand. You entered.

”I’m home! Sorry, I completely forgot to answer your texts, I’m so so...” You interrupted yourself by the sight of your living room, your coffee table with a range of plates and food, and even a cake.

Hands sneaked around your waist, a kiss on your hair, a chest against your back. Your fiancee enveloped you, mint, citrus and this particular ocean smell in your nose and you finally relaxed. “Hi sweetheart, how was it?” he asked gently.

You turned around in his arms and, as always, you had to crane your neck to look up into his eyes. You hadn't been fortunate with height while Cove had had too much of it over the years. His arms circled your waist. “Went smoothly, we can finally breathe now,” you answered and got on your tiptoes to kiss him quickly, which he answered with that giddy smile he never lost around you. “Now, what’s all of this, Covie?”

”Well, I knew it would go perfectly since it’s you,” you rolled your eyes at the remark but the smile betrayed you, the blush even more. “and wanted to celebrate it. I got your favorite things from your favorite places and got a cake.”

Cove looked like it wasn’t even an effort, and it wasn’t in your relationship. You both made so much effort, so much again and again for each other that it was just normal. But, it didn't change the fact that you were always touched by every gesture.

You still couldn’t phantom how dear you were to this man sometimes. You still couldn’t understand how your heart never seemed to stop expanding for him, taking in every piece, every detail, every word and action from him.

Your hands dragged his face to you, to kiss him deeply, like you had wanted to since you had finished the project. He sighed against your lips, that content sigh, his lips and tongue entangled with yours. An intimacy you could never get enough of.

”I love you so much,” you whispered against his lips and his eyes misted over, your crybaby, always yours.

”I love you too,” he whispered as if he didn’t want to break the calm of the moment, wanted to stay in this moment suspended in time.

Until you dragged him to the couch to drape yourself over him, eating and barely paying attention to whatever was on the TV as background noise. You talked about the project. He talked about his day and his own job.

When you finished, he pushed you to the bathroom. “Go take a bath, relax, I got the dishes,” Cove reassured and you pouted.

”But, I can help, I didn’t get dinner so it should be me,” you whined in his shoulder and he laughed while pushing in the bathroom while you couldn’t do anything.

”No way. Go, now,” he kissed your cheek and you still pouted as you got into the bathroom.

You did well on what he had told you to do, spending too much time in a hot bath until it got cold, your body wrapped in your comfortable fuzzy robe. You finally stepped out to get to the bedroom, itching to put your pajamas on, and fall asleep next to Cove.

The too-large shirt was in your hands, actually just one of Cove’s shirts you had stolen and never returned, as you did since you were teenagers, even before you were officially truly together. You hadn’t realized why the light was so dim, hadn't realized Cove was on the bed.

You turned your head slowly and you felt your knees wobble, felt your eyes widen until they almost popped out of your skull.

You had seen Cove in all types of clothes and nakedness over the years. You knew him and his body by heart, the moles, the sleeve on his right arm that you loved to kiss all over, the dips, and where the redness would creep. But right now? You were speechless.

Cove fucking Holden was sat against the headboard, half-lidded eyes on you, but you could see the blush high on his face and ears and down his neck. He was naked, well, except for the underwear but it was the underwear that made you want to scream.

It was black but it barely hid anything, the green happy trail visible from that delicious V-shape you liked to bite, down a dangerous low dip. Straps followed his hips and they showed his hipbones. You almost wanted to ask him to get up and show the back, to see how it looked over that ass you loved too much.

”Surprise,” he simply said, wanting to sound sultry but ending up at excited, embarrassed, waiting.

The shirt slipped through your fingers, forgotten on the floor, and you were still speechless. “What...are you...” you swallowed hard, heat at the back of your neck, on your ears.

Large shoulders were shrugged and he tilted his head, “I… we talked about how I wanted to try some...lingerie out and I thought it would be a good idea for a celebration.”

He was still waiting and you could see how waiting affected him, the redness ever more present on his face and down his neck, the quick jostle of his knee. You approached the bed slowly, eyes laser-focused on him.

You could feel a restraint slowly unfurling in your gut, a wait. You had missed Cove and his hands on you, you had missed the everyday intimacy but you had also missed the sexual intimacy you shared. You both couldn’t have enough of each other sometimes, a pull between your hearts and your bodies.

Your hands settled on the edge of the bed, and you crawled slowly to him, putting up a show for his eyes and his eyes only. The robe dipped down and he gulped, his eyes on your cleavage, on your bare chest visible underneath. You smirked, finding a place between his legs, hands on his thighs, so so close to the dangerous piece of underwear that threatened your composure.

”So, you decided to gift my eyes with this, baby?” you whispered, a finger playing with a strap at his hip. “You’re way too good for me.”

Cove gulped again and you wanted to bite at his Adam’s apple, leaving marks on his pale skin until everybody would know. He shook his head.

”What? You don't agree that you’re too good for me?” you asked, a little pout at the words, your eyes on his face. You were playing the game of how sultry you could be, how much you could push it until his own restraints broke. “Maybe I should show you.”

Your hands traced the straps and the edges of the underwear. Your mouth found a nipple as your hands traced but never touched where you could feel a hardness growing and growing. His moans hit your ears and you smiled, your tongue playing from one nipple to another.

”You don't have to...” he tried to say, his moans high, and god, did you love how vocal he could be. He was always so vocal, so good.

”I want to, so be a good boy, baby,” you whispered, bit at the side of his chest, so muscular, so pretty. He moaned higher, hips bucking against your chest. Your mouth traveled down and down, following the green trail of hair. “Driving me crazy with this, Covie.”

Your hands caressed the hardness over the fabric, but your mouth found the tip already out with how hard he was. The dip was so low that the tip was the only thing visible, so your tongue swirled around it, the saltiness hitting your tastebuds. You moaned, fingers at the straps.

”Oh my god," Cove whined loudly, hips bucking again, the tip making its way deeper into your mouth. “Shit, sorry sweetheart, I didn't mean to...”

You shook your head and pulled at the straps downward, until the underwear sat underneath his cock and you pushed more and more into your mouth, desperate for more, to make him feel even better.

”Fuck, fuck, fuck," you heard him repeat and you wanted to smile, to tease him like you always did because he only ever cursed in those moments, so gone, so desperate.

More and more, until you felt tears in your eyes, until you breathed through your nose, hands at what you couldn’t fit down your throat because of how big he was. But you loved it, thighs clenching to relieve the ache that formed in between.

It wasn’t about you, even though you could spend hours between his legs, to look at his head thrown back, his eyes closed and face scrunched up, like now. He looked out of this world, long hair around his head, down his shoulders, redness still at his face, sweat down his neck and on his chest. You couldn’t believe he was yours still.

”Shit, sweetheart, I’m gonna… I’m...” Cove’s voice rang out and you felt how tight his balls were getting, see how his abs tightened. He was close, and a part of you wanted him to cum in your mouth, but you had another plan.

You popped off his hardness with a loud pop, saliva around your mouth, and his head rose up, his eyes opened in question. You crawled back up his body, your hands opening your robe, until you could throw it on the floor beside the large bed. You settled on his lap, hands on his shoulders.

You swatted his hands away before they could fall on your hips, and you saw the small pout on his face that you kissed away with a laugh. “Sorry, no touching baby, be good a bit longer for me,” you kissed along his face, nibbled at his neck, leaving a few hickeys as your hips moved, your wetness rubbing on his cock.

Cove whined still against your shoulder, “But you look so good… And you’re so wet,” he moaned, groaned. “Let me touch you, please,” he begged but you shook your head, your hips rising up to catch the tip at the edge of your wetness, of your warmth.

You slowly sunk down, your own moan unable to stay in your throat at the delicious burn his cock always gave you, that fullness that always took your breath away. You hummed as you sank lower and lower.

His eyes were closed tightly, his body trembled when you finished back on his lap, the length fully inside you. You stayed still, enjoying the moment, and his hands stayed beside his hips, beside the underwear that was still underneath his cock, trapping his legs in place. He was taut, all muscles tight and restrained.

”Please, please, move," Cove begged and you could only answer with your hips moving up and slamming back down.

Your moans intertwined with Cove’s, as you rode him, slowly, building a faster rhythm with every breath, every moan. You rode him, a deep pleasure building in your stomach, pleasure built with his moans in your ear, your teeth at his shoulder.

You rode him until your thighs trembled and his hips, so restrained until now, slammed up in response. You almost screamed his name. It had hit that one spot deep inside and your body had fallen down onto his chest.

All restraint broke in his body, his hands at your hips, so tight you knew you would feel them still tomorrow, “Sorry, I can’t...” he breathed out, before his hips slammed up again and again, his hands guiding your hips down every time.

“Fuck, Cove, Cove,” you repeated his name, your forehead on his shoulder, your eyes on the spot that joined your two bodies together, his cock sliding in and out.

His name on your lips broke him again and you lost all control you had on the situation. His hands manhandled you on your back, almost ripped the underwear that had started it all off his legs, and he had your legs folded against his chest before he slid back in.

The breath was knocked out of your chest, your hands tugged at his hair, and your eyes were on him always. The muscles bulging with every movement, the sweat trickling down, the pure ferocity and desperation on his face.

Cove wasn't always pushed to this side of dominance, if not ever. Not to this degree. You both liked to switch, to play with what were the limits and new things, but falling back into lovemaking most of the time. Here, your gentle sweet Cove was gone, to leave a rougher Cove you loved too, your moans encouraging him.

”Don’t stop, Cove, don’t stop," you begged, hands desperate in his hair, hips moving to answer every thrust deep inside, against the spot. You could barely talk and he could only groan and moan, his own mouth busy on your nipples, back arched.

You were getting closer and closer, and he could feel it, the way you arched more and more, the way you were tighter and tighter around him, the way your moans only got louder. His eyes were on your face, a hand moving down from your hip to the nub of nerves, so wet from everything.

Your head tilted back into the pillow, “Cove, I’m… I’m gonna cum,” you moaned, warned and he hummed in response, his thumb insistent on your clit, in time with every thrust. Your back arched even more, the pleasure exploding in your stomach, behind your eyes, and in your whole body until you were left a trembling thing underneath Cove.

His thrusts slowed down, but your hips moved and you shook your head. “No, don't stop, need you to cum,” you croaked out, voice spent, hands still tugging at his hair.

”I don’t want to hurt you,” Cove moaned over you, eyes half-lidded on your face, but you shook your head again. You tugged him closer, forehead against his.

”You can’t hurt me. Please Cove, I love you, please,” you begged, his thrusts were erratic and you could tell he was close.

”I love you, fuck, I love you so much, I love you," he repeated against your cheek, and you hummed, answered back, until he moaned louder.

Until the final thrust, until he came deep inside you with your name on his lips and you kissed his face.

Cove detangled himself from you only to bring back a wet washcloth, to wipe you and himself. You only got up to go the toilets, fast and impatient, to find him back in bed, under the covers.

You cuddled in his arms, your cheek on his shoulder, legs entangled to look at him. Content, beautiful. It was magical, as always, to go to sleep with him every night, to have him be the last thing you always saw at night.

”Well, that was a nice surprise," you giggled and he smiled lazily. “I’ll be the one to surprise you next time.”

He groaned lightly but laughed, forehead hitting yours gently. “If you want me to really die, sure,” and you could only laugh, his lips on your eyelids, yours reaching up to kiss his eyebrows. “Go to sleep, sweetheart.”

You hummed, “I love you, Covie.”

His smile grew larger, and his cheeks turned red as always, “I love you too.”

And you fell asleep, safe, happy, home, where you belonged.

[covehearted]

I'm not sure if you've already done anything like this, and if you're not comfortable at all with the subject please ignore this request!! 😭

A loved one of mine passed away over the holidays and I was wondering if you had any headcannons for Cove abt helping mc with greif?

Ofc please don't feel pressure or force yourself!! :((

Your writing is always a pleasure to read. I wish you the best!!🫶

≻ — Cove helping you cope with grief

Tags: Discussion of loss, hurt/comfort

A/N: I'm sorry for your loss, anon. I hope I was able to write something that helped.

Cove Holden

There's nothing in the world that hurts Cove more than knowing you're in pain. He doesn't know how to handle the way your hurting makes him feel and he wishes he knew the exact right thing to say to make it all go away. But he doesn't.

When he sees you, curled up in your room with your body shaking, a breath away from falling apart – he freezes.

Loss isn’t something Cove is all too familiar with. Yes, his parents divorced and his family was separated but that was a different kind of loss entirely from the loss of a life, of a loved one. He hasn’t lost a relative like this. His maternal grandparents were still alive. He didn’t know anyone from his father’s side of the family.

He didn’t know how you felt and that tore him up inside. He wants to help so badly.

But when you look up at him, tired and teary, his own heart breaks. He doesn’t know the right thing to say because no magic words can undo your pain. But he can be there for you. And maybe that’s enough.

He opens his arms wide, a silent offer for comfort if you want physical contact. When you nod, a little sob finally breaking free from your chest he doesn’t hesitate to cross the room and into your space. He wraps himself around you, pulling you against his when he sits on your bed.

You’re safe like this. You can cling to his arm and cry as hard as you need to, if you want to scream then scream. Your emotions aren’t going to frighten him. You aren’t wrong for feeling and he’ll be with you through it, without judgment.

If you can’t express your feelings, if you’re so shocked you feel numb, that’s fine too. There’s no right way to grieve. There’s no right way to feel your emotions. He’ll hold you all the same, resting his cheek on the crown of your head and letting you know that no matter what, he’s there.

How you process your feelings isn’t anyone else’s business and Cove will gladly say that to anyone’s face if they have a problem. There isn’t a set timeline for recovery, you just need to take it day by day, moment by moment.

His arms squeeze tighter around you, wanting the warmth of his skin to ground you and remind you that you’re here, he’s here, and you’re so loved.

Someday the pain will settle. The loss you feel and the ache in your chest will be washed over, taken in, and reincorporated into your “normal” like footprints getting washed away by the tide.

It was alright that you weren't okay today. He would stay beside you until you were and every day after that.

[a-rat-who-writes]

College Cove AU post

(I live and die by the fact Cove looks more like this between step 3 and 4 even though this is during step 4. He looks SO SOFT IN THIS PICTUE AUHEYFKIULWFHEY Cove looks LIKE THIS but maybe a little slimmer)

‣ College Cove is 24/7 horny

‣ Without a DOUBT he's pent the fuck up

‣ College is definitely different than highschool was and he decided to follow you to wherever you went to college because you two were dating and mother of God did he get so much more touchy

‣ He's never overbearing, but he definitely is much more needy and loves laying in bed with you in either of your dorms and relaxing during your off days or between classes

‣ He also loves sleeping with you in your bed even if nothing happens, he just likes waking up next to you and feeling your warmth

‣ Doesn't matter if your roommate is there (Miranda or any other of your friends that you chose at the beginning of the year to dorm with) he will give you as much attention as he can.

‣ Cove looks so adorable in his laid-back clothes whenever he goes to class. His normal hair down or put into a tiny ponytail, glasses, a tank top, and grey sweatpants. MOTHER OF GOD IS HE HOT

‣ He somehow doesn't know how much EVERYONE looks at him (especially some of the girls) but he always thinks it would be because he has something in his hair or something

‣ Cove is also the type of person to give you his shirt and wear a skimpy ass top if you felt like boys were staring at your shirt. (so you would swap shirts)

‣ Cove ALSO would carry your books / bookbag to the classes you have together (or just walk you to your classes).

‣ This mf would give you the most passionate kiss before walking away and going to his class that's on the other side of the school, leaving you speechless, appalled, etc etc

‣ Both the confidence this man got and the audacity is INSANE (but its also so so so so SO hot)

‣ If you two share a class that isn't that important or if you understood the class and not paying attention to it for a couple hours wouldn't hurt, you definitely would sit next to Cove and play with his hand under the desk or write down dirty notes to show him which would make him flustered.

‣ After class he would retaliate against you and kiss you in an empty hallway, pushing your back up against a wall while he holds your face gently. (but after he would act like nothing happened and would be his cute self O_O????)

‣ Cove always has that natural ocean smell, it's like-- INGRAINED in his skin. In the mornings when you wake up, you instantly inhale the scent of the outdoors back in Sunset Bird and it makes you think sometimes that you are actually back home

‣ Sometimes in class if you are focusing on some calculus BS or something, Cove will stop whatever he is doing sometimes and just look at you with these.. *SOFT* GODDAMN EYES that when you notice, make you melt.

‣ Without a doubt Cove loves destressing you after your classes or if you are on a time crunch for a paper, he will put your hair up for you or let you sit on his lap. If you let him, he definitely would give you neck kisses the whole time. Not anything aggressive, but he would sit behind you and keep his lips and face in the nape and sides of your neck, giving you soft hickeys that would quickly go away after a day or two, and feather-light kisses that if you let it-- would so easily distract you.

‣ Cove's really good about controlling himself most of the time, (especially in public) but if you two are alone and you kinda.. EGG him on, he will toss you around like you weigh nothing

‣ Cove also loves letting you wear his clothes if you're smaller than him / wear the same size. If you go out / go to class with some clothing piece or jewelry item of his on you, he will be giddy inside and be very pleased like you're displaying that you're his.

[dao-the-starlight]

I really don’t want it to sound like I’m trying to police what people post like I genuinely don’t care go off and write your freaky fics but for the love of god to anyone who writes NSFW olba fics TAG YOUR DAMN FICS AS SMUT. PLEASE.

I DONT CARE HOW MUCH COVE HOLDEN FUCKS I JUST WANT TO BLOCK THE SMUT TAG AND READ SOME FLUFFY FICS BUT NOOO EVERY OTHER POST IM ACCOSTED BY SMUT

This also probably applies to all smut fanfic spaces but I’ve personally seen it be this bad in the olba fandom which is why I’m pointing it out

[jamesmorningstar]

CovexBaxter fanfiction reading.

COVExBAXTER fanfiction reading.

Art: @ Monarch_Chimera on twitter

Fanfiction: @ Rowan_1920 on twitter

Cove: @ MBTeddyGram on twitter

Narrator: @ Zela_Petalcliff on twitter

Baxter: @ mymymorningstar on twitter

Characters: @gb-patch

[orion4ever]

How would the OL:BA boys be with an MC who struggles with obsessive compulsive disorder?

Author’s Note: I have OCD , It causes me lots of turmoil because it causes me to pull at my eyebrows and eyelashes compulsively and causes me to have unwanted thoughts so this request resonates with me a lot! I hope you enjoy this and even find comfort in this request!

Pairing(s): Cove Holden x MC , Derek Suarez x MC and Baxter Ward x MC

🌊☕️⚽️

Cove Holden🌊

He tries his best to support you and doesn’t bat an eye to any ‘unconventional’ request you may ask him.

You would prefer if he washed his hands as soon as he entered your house? Understandable, his hands are probably covered in sand anyway

He doesn’t get annoyed when you repeat a conversation and he never minds reassuring you about anything.

He can understand the feeling of being overwhelmed and needing to do a ritual to relax a little.

If he sees you doing something compulsively like pulling hair out, cleaning the same spot, rearranging things, or anything like that he would take your hands and try to ground you.

He comforts you whenever you have intrusive thoughts. He knows you would never enact them but he understands that you are scared that you will and reassures you that you won’t.

If anyone even DARES and imply that you are a weirdo or a bad person for any compulsive thoughts or behavior that you open up about, he will not let it go.

The man will have a huge grudge and will rightfully defend you.

Cove gets so annoyed when people throw around the term OCD to describe none OCD behavior and will debunk what they are saying.

And a fun fact , people with autism have a high chance of also having OCD so there is a possibility that he also has it!

Cove is the sweetest man. He never lets you feel uncomfortable or evil about your OCD. There is a reason why it's called Obsessive Compulsive behavior and he will scream that from the rooftops.

Derek Suarez⚽️

An equally supportive man, as soon as you open up about having OCD, he pulls an all-nighter to research more into it to make sure he can properly understand you.

He asks you to list what triggers your OCD or anything he can do to make you feel more comfortable.

Like, if you ever have doubts or concerns about things you are uncertain about (like plans for the next day or school work you forgot the due dates to) then Derek would try his best to help ease your doubts.

Derek is already a pretty organized and clean guy so you don’t have to worry too much too much about him making messes or being disorganized.

He doesn’t mind you needing to close and open a door a few times to feel secure or you checking to see if you left any potentially dangerous things on(stove, open flames, etc)

It pains him every time you feel the need to distance yourself from him because your thoughts won’t leave you alone about hurting him. He just wants to give you a big bear hug and reassure you that you would never do that to him.

He has no hard feelings if you ask him to change out of his outside clothes, considering he’s probably been out playing sports and getting all dirty. He wouldn’t like it if someone sat on his bed covered in dirt and sand neither.

He reprimands anyone who has anything judgmental to say about your ocd and swiftly educates them about how wrong they are.

If he spots you doing a harmful compulsive behavior, like scratching or pulling hair then he tries and grounds you as well but mostly vocally since he doesn’t want to overwhelm or frustrate you.

He hates how taboo the topic of OCD is and opens up dialogues and conversations with his colleagues about it and hopes it can spread awareness of it. He hates how it has been watered down to “I need a clean room”.

Derek will always love you and everything he does is to make sure you are happy!

Baxter Ward ☕️

I am saying this as a Baxter fan but I feel like he would be ignorant about OCD at first. His parents probably raised him with the idea that “depression is just an excuse for lazy people” or at the very least didn’t think mental health wasn’t important. He probably thought the social media idea of OCD was basically what it was until he met you.

He now knows that ocd isn’t just being a germaphobe or needing all your pencils to be pointing the same way.

He asks you to educate him on it, what are your struggles day to day? What's the best way he can support you? Etc.

As soon as you educate him on what he can do better to support you, he instantly gets on it.

He encourages you to open up about what you're thinking about and reassures you constantly that you don’t scare him away with thoughts you can’t control.

He knows in his heart that you would never do anything to harm him or anyone else.

He is concerned about you hurting yourself though. He tries his best and makes sure you don’t do anything that would cause you harm.

Baxter never minds if you need to repeat an action because the first time didn’t feel right. He doesn’t truly understand the urge but he would never put you down for it.

When he does become more well-educated on OCD, he gets very snippy and annoyed when other people are ignorant or rude about it. He has first-hand experience on not being super educated and he knows it isn’t hard to read a few articles about it or the very least contain their mean words to their cruel mind.

He will always be there to support you , if your OCD ever gets worse , like maybe you went through something traumatic or your in an extremely stressful state of mind.

Baxter would kneel on the ground and lay his head in your lap. He wraps his arms around you and tells you that you're more than this and that he believes there is always light at the end of the tunnel.

[justalittlelilac]

Wanting to do some writing warm ups tonight and tomorrow before I start getting into the final chapter of my fic! If any one has any prompts for olba or olnf, please send them on in! I'm pretty flexible for topic, but please no explicit sexual requests :)

[oll13v3r]

Covetober !!!

Yeah sorry that it's a litle bit late for this but I think it'll be fun :]

Feel free to join !! Yippee !!!

Text on image under cut

COVE TOBER

Prompts:

Kisses

Casts

Attention

Glasses

Boyfriends

Safety

Lizzy

Gender

Surfing

Windows

Dinner

Eyes

Music

Cooking

Weddings

Friends

Night Out

Hotels

Hair

Mermaids

Pets

Parents

School

Shopping

Horror

Favorite Colour

Sexuality

Poppies

Boredom

Fireflies

Costumes

Rules !

All art forms are okay !

Missing days or editing/combining prompts is fine !

Can be art of other Our Life characters besides Cove !

Tag @oll13v3r or use #covetober2024 (Don't @ in NSFW) /nf

NO AI + Original Artwork only

Please credit me if this is reposted

Don't burn yourself out and have fun !!

[princessfloofee]

Cove and Gwen on Poppy Hill

Days of Summer Suns Passed - Chapter 1 - princessfloof - Our Life: Beginnings & Always (Visual Novel) [Archive of Our Own]

[moonsplit]

Please if anyone wants to request Our Life, Error 143, Blooming Panic, or Project Blue headcanons I would adore you forever 🙏

[justcallmehappy]

I have to say, I love what you wrote for Qiu. It tugs on my heart so much.

I was wondering if you could wrote some hurt/comfort for Cove. Or maybe just angst, whatever you're in the mood for really.

-Ghost

thank you and of course, Ghost!! i hope you enjoy and i'm so sorry it took so long <3

"Time Apart"

(Step 3) Cove x gn!reader synopsis: On a particularly windy day, you can't help but feel that your longtime best friend and boyfriend, Cove Holden, is a bit off. Ever since graduation, things have been weird between you two. What's wrong with him?

warnings: established relationship, unedited

word count: 1.7k a/n: finals are finally over (see what i did there), so i can get back to writing! yay!!!

Your eyes sting as the wind relentlessly pelts your face. It takes your whole being just not to cry out in annoyance.

You're just trying to get to your car after a day of hanging out with Terri and Miranda. Cove couldn't hang out with the three of you because he had work all day, but that was okay.

It's been a week since your graduation, and your last day of high school was just two days ago.

Of course, you weren't expecting Cove to be a happy ball of sunshine, as he's always been extremely sentimental, but you can't help feeling like he's been distant the past few days.

As you finally make it to your car, you let out a soft sigh as you slip into the driver's seat and turn up the AC.

"Terri said I shouldn't worry so much, but..."

You mutter, fishing for the keys in your pocket.

You can't help the sigh that slips past your lips as you turn your car on and drive out of Terri's driveway.

Your drive home is as uneventful as always, speeding past the familiar scenery of the beach that you and of course, Cove, have always adored.

You can't help the small smile from growing on your face at how beautifully it worked out that a boy named after the sea fell in love with it.

Did Cliff and Kyra know it would happen?

You blink when your phone starts going off, and you can't help from glancing at it briefly to check the caller.

Your Mom's familiar contact shows up on your screen, sporting that picture you took of her when she dressed up to match your Halloween costume.

Propping it up on your dashboard, you accept the call and set it to speaker.

"Hey Mom, what's up?"

"Hey, not-so-kiddo. Me and your mom were talking about scheduling for touring your colleges this summer. Can you remind me when you want to be back?"

And so, for the rest of your drive home, you end up talking to your moms about college and your plans for touring various colleges and universities.

When you pull into your driveway and get out of your car, you all but stumble into the house. You love Terri and Miranda, but it's always taken a toll hanging out with them the whole day.

You remember your moms mentioning that Liz had gone out to eat dinner with some old friends of hers and Mom left to go pick up some things from the supermarket shortly after you finished the call, so it was just you and Ma.

Ma greets you with a hug when you make it inside before letting you stumble into your room.

Cove is planning to leave to visit Kyra tomorrow, so you're hoping he'd come by to visit before driving down to her. He has to leave early in the morning.

You collapse onto your bed, the familiar comforter hugging your body as you bury your face into your favorite pillow, letting out a satisfied sigh.

The constant hum of the fan on your desk only relaxes your body more, making you practically melt into the bed.

Eventually, the fan lulls you to sleep, and you slip into a dreamless slumber.

...ap tap!

A sleepy frown makes its way onto your face at the rather annoying sound. You groan and bury your face deeper into your pillow.

...

You let out a content hum.

...Tap tap tap!

You let out a harsh sigh and reluctantly open your eyes, sitting up. You groggily rub your eyes, looking towards the window.

There, perched on the windowsill, is a familiar head of green hair and a boy with an awkward smile.

Cove Holden.

You stare blankly at him for a few moments, your mind still waking up.

As soon as you notice Cove's hair constantly getting into his face from the harsh wind outside, you shuffle to the window and wordlessly let him into your bedroom.

As soon as he makes his way into your room, he almost urgently wraps you in his arms, and you can practically feel him shaking.

"Cove...?"

If there was anything that woke you up more than being dunked in ice cold water, it would be your boyfriend upset.

The man in question says nothing in response to you, and if anything his grip only tightens.

Slowly, you start to rub comforting circles in his back, gently holding him as well.

You two just stand there, the moonlight illuminating you two in your room at who knows when.

Eventually, you can hear a soft sigh and he unwraps his arms around you, instead resting his hands on your shoulders.

You stare up at him, concerned, but let him take the time he needs to gather his thoughts.

However, when Cove opens your mouth, you can't help but frown in confusion at his words.

"You... you didn't answer my calls."

You stare at him, gauging his reaction to see if he was being serious. Confusingly, he was.

Cove has never been the type to get all scared just because you missed a few calls of his, so there was definitely something making his blue irises to practically shake in anxiety.

You glance over to your phone which was carelessly thrown on your bedside table. Removing his hands from your shoulders, you go over to check if you really missed his calls.

Just like he said, there were about 6 missed calls under the name "Cove 💙."

"I... I guess I did. I'm sorry, Cove, I just fell asleep." You glance up at him apologetically. He nods briefly.

"Yeah, that's what I guessed."

You stare down at your phone again, only to see that your phone says it's 1:16am. You blink, surprised that you slept for so long because you fell asleep at probably around 5pm.

"Uh... Cove?"

You glance at him, only to see he's moving to sit down next to you on your bed.

"Yes?"

"Why did you come here at 1am if you called at, like, 7?"

Cue his cheeks heating up in embarrassment.

Cove looks away, fidgeting with his pants. You frown in concern, gently reaching over to rest your hand on his leg.

"Cove?"

After a few tense moments of silence, he lets out a soft sigh.

"I just... wanted to say bye before I go visit Mom."

You stare at him, waiting for him to elaborate.

However, when he says nothing else, your face morphs into another confused and concerned frown for what feels like the 100th time in just 10 minutes.

"Cove, I always get up to see you off."

He nods.

"...So you didn't need to come here in the middle of the night."

He nods again, causing your frown to deepen.

"...Cove, what's the real reason you came?"

Then, to your surprise, he lets out a frustrated groan and buries his head in his hands.

Your eyes widen and you gently rest your hand on his hunched over back.

He sighs and shakes his head.

"...It's not your fault, I just..."

He lets out another tired sigh, but you guess it isn't because of the time.

"...What if we don't see each other this summer?"

...Oh.

Oh.

You slump over as well, matching Cove almost perfectly.

However, you turn so you face Cove. Gently, you prod his hand hiding his face from you.

"...Cove, look at me." You murmur softly.

At first, you think he didn't hear you, but after a few moments his hands move and he shifts slightly so his bright blue eyes are looking into yours.

"What makes you think that?"

Even though you can't see his mouth, you can imagine his lips pursing at your question.

"I just... I'll be gone for a while."

"It's no longer than every other year."

Cove sighs again.

"But... but what if when I'm here, you're not? What if- what if you're touring colleges when I'm finally back?"

You immediately soften, eyes growing wide in surprise and sadness.

Slowly, you sit up and pull him into a gentle embrace. Though, it's more one sided, as he just lifelessly leans against you as you rub his arm.

"Cove, we're going to see each other this summer, okay?"

He sniffles.

"Oh, Cove," You coo softly, moving one hand up to his hair to run your fingers through it. He's always found comfort in your touch, but he especially likes it when you play with his hair. It's like magic, he instantly relaxes whenever you do it. So, of course, the same happens now. "Me and my moms are going off in two days. We'll be back a few days before you, don't worry."

You can feel him hide his face in the crook of your neck, feeling the small tears wet your shirt.

You let out a soft breath and gently smile, stroking his hair comfortingly. You stay quiet, letting Cove calm himself down.

Eventually, he pulls back. You can feel the wet spot on your shirt but you don't mind, gently smiling at your boyfriend who's still teary-eyed.

"Really?"

You nod, laughing softly. Gently taking his hand and squeezing it, you offer him a small smile. "I made sure to tour colleges out of state when you weren't here so we could spend as much time together as possible."

You've gotten the feeling for a while that Cove was worried you two wouldn't be able to spend as much time together this summer as the past ten years, but this was the first time he outright told you his worries.

Cove has always been extremely considerate, so you assume he didn't want to upset you by asking this.

When he lets out a sigh of relief, his whole body relaxing, you can tell just how tired he is.

"...Cove, do you want to spend the night here?"

His eyes find yours, and his cheeks warming.

"Would that be okay?"

You let out a soft laugh, squeezing his hand. "Cove, you've spent the night here so many times you shouldn't even ask that."

At your words, he lets out an embarrassed laugh. "...Okay. Yeah, I'd like that."

You nod, smiling adoringly at your green-haired boyfriend.

And so, because both of you were too bashful to share a bed, you end up laying in your bed with Cove laying on the floor.

"...Goodnight, Cove." You murmur softly, the hum of the fan still going strong.

"See you tomorrow, (Name)."

[covehearted]

≻ — Cove messing with your hands

Tags: Established relationship, physical touch

Cove Holden

Cove who can’t resist playing with your fingers when you two are sitting next to each other

Something about the casual touch makes his heart flutter and a silly smile cross his face

Getting to the point where he could feel comfortable touching you, even in simple soft ways like this was a process and a test of his courage and confidence

Now it feels as easy as breathing

The moment he can, his hands seek out yours. His thumb gently strokes over your knuckles, back and forth

The action soothes him even more than it does you. Something about feeling the bends of your knuckles and the warmth of your skin grounds him and makes him feel safe

If you wear nail polish he has the bad habit of subconsciously picking at it and has ruined at least one manicure that way

He doesn’t mean to he just zones out while talking to you and before he knows it he’s chipped some of the paint off

You don’t mind but he gets down about it for a moment until you distract him with another topic to talk about

If your nails are already chipped and the polish is flaking, give him the go ahead to pick it off of you. He will zero in on his task and the process will be immensely satisfying for him

Also enjoys tracing the lines on your palm and smiles when the ticklish sensation causes you to twitch and try to stay still

[a-rat-who-writes]

Late Movie Night w/ Cove

Trying a different style of writing b/c fanfictions take more time and I feel like I need to give yall something because of my extensive break T_T <3 enjoy

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(This Step 3 Cove b/c he lives with his dad still btw)

⁍ Cove loves late movie nights where you two cuddle up on a couch and fall asleep in each other's arms. (It's more so because he doesn't need to ask you to stay the night, and it's an easier way for him to get comfortable sleeping next to you)

⁍ It'll be some sort of cheesy movie that you two talked about earlier or some TV show you like because he's naturally a people pleaser and enjoys seeing you happy

⁍ Even before you two dated you both had movie nights and eventually he decided to keep multiple blankets you specifically prefer and movies you like in close proximity.

⁍ Cove is definitely the type of person to mix different candies into popcorn, but if you dislike that he will always make you a separate bucket with normal popcorn. It consists of: popcorn (obvi), M&M's, different types of chocolate chips, mini Reese's cups (as long as you're not allergic to peanut butter/nuts), and mini marshmallows.

⁍ He naturally is a little bit of an overindulger yet somehow stays in perfect shape. But more on this topic, he goes to the store with you the day before or the night of, and you both raid the shelves of different aisles if there is even a slight chance you two might like something (he makes sure to grab the things you like, so when you ask if you should grab something he will say "Oh, I already grabbed it" and show you.)

⁍ While you two are watching said movie or a TV show, he completely melts in your arms when you press your fingers into his hair and lightly drag your nails against his head. He blushes and closes his eyes when you do this.

⁍ If you are lying on his chest facing towards him and you end up falling asleep, he will make sure NO ONE wakes you up. Even if his dad comes home late and he asks what's going on, Cove will immediately put a finger up to his mouth and whisper "Y/N is asleep".

⁍ He feels honored that you feel so comfortable that you're willing to fall asleep next to him and trust him enough that he will protect you. It seems like such a simple thing to any other person, but to Cove, it makes him feel appreciated.

⁍ In the morning if you're more of an early bird you make a grand breakfast for him which consists of pancakes, eggs, waffles, sausage, various berries, and other typical breakfast items. He will wake up in the middle of your cooking and is met with the strong scent of bacon and pancakes, which brings a smile to his face.

⁍ Eventually after his morning grogginess subsides, he makes his way over to the stool in front of the island and will watch you adoringly as you finish, not wanting to get in your way.

⁍ After you finish you both indulge in your very hefty breakfast and end up going back to your house w/ Mom and Ma and give them some of what you cooked because you made way too much (Not even Cove could finish it all, and that's surprising)

⁍ If you two are dating then he probably ends up going into a tiny food coma in your bed upstairs and you secretly sneak in next to him after he's asleep so you can cuddle with him.

[dao-the-starlight]

Cross your fingers this post actually shows up on the damn tags 🤞

Hello Our Life fans! This is a sort of weird post and I’m hoping this doesn’t break any Tumblr etiquette or something, but I just wanted to gauge something

I’ve had ideas of some long OL fics (1 or olba, 1 or olnf) that are AU type things, one being a Ghibli inspired fantasy and the other a horror/supernatural mystery, and I’m curious if anyone is actually interested in reading them so I thought I’d post the synopsis for each fic and see if anyone’s interested via interaction!

Here’s each synopsis (sorry they’re both long as hell)

I wrote these both a little while ago, so these are kinda subject to change, but that’s the basic gist of each plot! (Yes I’m aware the OLNF one is just stranger things that was the main inspo)

P.S. If I end up deciding to go through with turning these into proper fic series and posting them, uh don’t expect my posting schedule to be even a little bit regular- I have quite a bit of stuff going on irl and I’m really bad at balancing my tasks, so this is just gonna be on a “I work on it when I work on it” kind of project

[white-linen-poppy]

Hello! I hope to ask for another request!

Cove and MC (My MC named Christopher, short name Chris like last time)

theme: fluff with a hint of angst

part 4

sfw

basic plot: Cove has a nightmare of losing Chris, causing him to barge in and confess to him, leading to them sleeping together as a couple

extras: Cove and Chris lives together, but only begun to have romantic interest with each other. Chris has a nervous personality in-game.

Hope this is good! Thank you!

hi again! thank you for your request.

please don't leave me

rating: g + m/m

tags: angst, fluff, fluff and angst, nightmares, comfort, confessions, friends to lovers, step 4

word count: 1.4k

[orion4ever]

Hello! Can I request some headcanons for Qiu, Tamarack and Cove with overall Rebelious and mean MC who has a soft spot for them, but tries really hard to hide their feelings?

Author’s Note: I hope you enjoy this! Also sorry if this isn’t great , I am not good at writing about meaner characters.

Pairing(s): Cove Holden x Reader , Qiu Lin x Reader and Tamarack Baumann x MC

🗒️🐚🍂

COVE HOLDEN🐚

In the beginning, he’d be a bit intimidated by your attitude.

He might’ve avoided you when he first arrived in Sunset Bird , already making the judgment that you wouldn’t be that pleasant to be around.

That's until he meets you!

Cove noticed that you were much more softer and nicer with him than most people.

You wouldn’t be mean to him like you were with people who you weren’t as close with

And you would avoid rebelling or breaking rules when he was around to make sure he didn’t get in trouble for it.

Of course, you were still you. But with Cove around you were mellow.

Your moms notice how quickly your demeanor changes when he is in the general area.

One minute you could be telling somebody off and then the next you would be hugging Cove and asking him how his day was and if he wanted to get a snack later.

Cove would worry that you might get into serious trouble one day, which you reassured that you wouldn’t.

Depending on what comfort level Cove is: Cold, Medium, or Warm; this might just work for the two of you.

Cold Cove wouldn’t mind as much since he isn’t that social and rather be in your company anyway. Not that he is condoning it.

Medium Cove is a bit more awkward and less defined, he doesn’t want people to be put off and avoid you.

Warm Cove is probably the most understanding, he understands that's just how you are. If you didn’t like being nice to strangers then so be it, if you didn’t want to follow some rule then that's ok. Warm Cove would encourage you to be more social though, he wants you to have friends.

Cove appreciates that you are softer to him though, I don’t think he could handle you being genuinely mean to him.

You and Cove have fun though, It's a interesting contrast to see the two of you together.

Like a yin and yang.

QIU LIN🗒️

Their reaction depends on what stage of their life they are in.

Step 1 Qiu might be the TINEST bit nervous, also worried that you might get into trouble or get on somebodies bad side with your behavior

Qiu, of course, is very welcoming and polite still. You may be mean to everybody else but you aren’t to them.

They get a little smug about how you are softer and seem to favor them more than most people.

Like Of course you like their company, Everyone does!

Qiu tries and get other people to see your softer side but you don’t put down your walls for them.

Qiu during Step 2, is a completely different story though.

They just go “same💀”

You two probably skip school all the time and it starts to get concerning and your parents start enforcing it more.

You two get into a bit of trouble…(mostly loitering, you two aren’t getting into anything serious lmao)

Qiu understands your attitude more the older they get. Sometimes some people don’t deserve your time and sometimes some people deserve your kindness

It's a self-preservation, At least that's how the two of you understand it.

While everybody else worries, you and Qiu are just chilling.

They like having someone around who can match their energy.

TAMARACK BAUMANN🍂

Step 1 Tamarack wouldn’t like you at first, Or at the very least be indifferent.

She would want you to be nice to everyone, not just her.

She does brag a bit that you are only softer towards her.

She also has a rebellious side as well, you two get into lots of shenanigans together and cause lots of mischief all the time.

Your mom and her grandparents def put leashes on you two.

It's always kiddy fun.

Once again, Step 2 is another story.

Based on her interaction with Qiu, If you were similar to being mean to others and causing trouble then she would be disappointed

But she’s less awkward around you and tries to encourage you to be more nice or at least a bit more sociable.

Tamarack knows that you can be one of the most softest and kindest people she knows, you’ve watched her back and been there when it got tough

And she wants people to see that rare side of you, but she understands that you are just not interested or in the mood to be nice or to follow rules.

Depending on how rebellious you are, even her grandparents may be wary. It was okay when you were kids but your old enough to get yourself and Tamarack into serious trouble.

On a more positive note, Tamarack still enjoys your company. Sure you aren’t that social but you would never say half the stuff you say to strangers to her.

You and Tamarack go out at night and clean graffiti and collect trash as a ‘reverse vandalism’ and you insult people who litter etc.

Tamarack one day does want to see a positive change in you , but for now it’s just the two of you.