#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.

[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]

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

[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 !!

[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

[princessfloofee]

Thought I would share this drawing I did a year ago! This was the original version of Gwen. Back in those days, her name was Gali before I changed it. I had also just gotten CSP, so I used their auto shading tool and I don't love it.

And tell me why I gave Cove full pants? Like he wouldn't wear shorts in SoCal??

Gwen's design has changed a lot these days, so I'll post some updated drawings when I get the chance. I also think that my style has gotten better too? I don't know, I'm probably not the best judge of.

Anyway, if you're interested in Gwen, check out my fanfiction on AO3, "Days of Summer Sun Passed"!

[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)."

[avionvadion]

The hyper is fixating.

Anyways, I needed to draw Eleanora and Cove after beating the game, lol. I haven't decided on everything yet, but she'll most likely be a separate entity from Jamie/MC. Probably gets adopted when she's about five? Her scars are from before the Moms adopted her.

Probably accepts the twenty dollars from Cliff because Jamie looks reluctant and Eleanora wouldn't like seeing her sibling in an uncomfortable situation. When asked why by Cliff, since El looked just as skeptical if not more so, she probably just says she really likes the color blue and is compelled to trust Cliff because his eyes are that color (earning both a laugh and some words of concern, because that's a terrible reason to trust someone) but when Jamie asks later she tells the truth.

Starts off as indifferent, but quickly becomes fond/crush and is love by Step 3.

Jamie... might be paired with Baxter???

I don't know how to draw glasses.

[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]

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

[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.

[ramenthroughthe6]

Moment 2: Waves

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Note: And HeShe lives once more!! Thank you all for being so patient it as been a crazy few months, but now that the juice is loose for my winter break, expect at least one more chapter from me in the next few weeks because I really wanna bring this back and finish all 5 moments I have planned. ENJOY!!

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The steady ocean tide rolled in and out rhythmically as the beating sun warmed the pale yellow sand. It was another beautiful day. 

you sat on a beach towel in the shade.

You were in water with Cove.

You dipped your toes into the tide while Cove was in the water.

Today your family, as well as Cove’s, had all the necessary ingredients to hold a picnic on the beach. While Kyra and Ma helped wheel down a cooler and extra chairs, Mom and Mr. Holden shared a kitchen space to make barbecue and cut up fruit. You could smell the smoked meat cooking from your spot by the shore.

you weren’t going to eat much because you were a picky eater

you would want avoid eating any meat

you would want to avoid eating any animal product

you were likely going to eat whatever was made.

After her red outdoor chair was set up comfortably, your Ma flopped into it, as Kyra did the same. Popping on her sunglasses and sighing, Kyra stretched her arms high into the air before resting them behind her head.

“What I wouldn’t do to relax like this everyday.”

“Tell me about it!” Ma and Kyra laughed at one another’s humor before returning to silently listening to the white noise of the foamy tide. 

Cove, emerging from the water, took his spot by your side after shaking his hair off like a wet dog. 

“Wanna walk down the beach before lunch?” He swept his wet hair away from his eyes as he spoke. “I just wanna look for shells. Maybe we’ll find another Canadian coin like we did that one time.”

You nodded yes

“Does your room really need more sand?” You joked

“Sure.” You gave him a thumbs up

That was all the confirmation he needed. Cove jogged the opposite direction towards Kyra to tell her where the two of you were headed. Ma encouraged the idea of ‘stretching your legs’ too well, as long as we didn’t go too far down the shore. 

Before long, you and Cove were walking the familiar path around the shore, as though you were going towards the shopping district. It was a slow and meticulous walk however, as you and your neighbor chatted while searching the sandy floor of the beach for oddities.

You and Cove found sea glass, an orange bi-valve, and a small pink shell.

Cove had found a small pink shell and a mussel with a barnacle on it.

You found a piece of sea glass and a quarter

Neither of you had found much of anything.

Loud conversation broke your focus, and your head darted up to peer over the grassy hill to see what all the commotion had been about. Realistically, it was only one person being louder than what was expected in the neighborhood: Jeremy. 

He was struggling away from his mother as she applied sunscreen to his pale face. Despite being nearly your age, he was still decked out in rubber pool-floaties on his arms and a life vest. Paired with his strikingly green hair, the purple and white swim trunks and swim-gear made him look a little like a little eggplant. 

Mrs. King must’ve sensed she was being watched, because as soon as she finished rubbing the sunscreen on her son, her head darted towards you and Cove, giving a wide smile as she did. 

“Hi there!” Mrs. King shouted and waved at the two of you from her kneeled position in front of her sister’s house. You looked to Cove, shrugging as you walked towards the family. “Oh! Where are you two headed today?”

“N-Nowhere special. Just combing the sand before our families eat lunch on the beach.” Cove answered nervously, his hand habitually finding the scar on his arm and rubbing it. At that Mrs. King’s eyes lit up.

“We’re headed that way too! Mind if we tag along?” Mrs. King stood up from her crouched position, letting go of Jeremy who sighed in relief. Before the family could orient themselves towards the door, Mr. King struggled to lock up the house behind him, beach umbrella, towels, and sunscreen took up most of the space in his hands. “There you are, honey. If we’re all set, the neighborhood ‘cool kids’ are gonna show us to the beach!” Mrs. King cheered happily. 

“Really? Oh.. thank you both.” Mr. King expressed his appreciation to you and Cove meekly. With the bizarre parade of perfect strangers marching beside you and Cove, your group of three eventually found themselves at the shoreline. Your padded steps on poppy filled grass gave way to crunchy thumping on the firm and fragile sand mounds, and the salty scent of ocean air revitalized you once again. 

Your and Cove’s intermingling family seemed just about ready for lunch as you all trekked closer to the scene. Just as Mr. Holden lifted his arm to wave at you both he stopped short, only to make is wave bigger. 

“Welcome back, you two! Glad to see you brought guests.” Your families waved ‘hello’ to the Kings, as they began to set up their beach trip some distance away from yours.

You found that odd. 

You hoped they’d join you all.

It was fine if they wanted to be away. It didn’t affect you. 

  However, it was Mrs. King who followed you and Cove to the full picnic.

“Sorry everyone! Hope we aren’t intruding on anything, we just figured we’d get our baby some sun.” Mrs. King used her thumb to point behind her in the general direction of Jeremy. 

“No problem at all! The beach is for everyone, at least I’d hope.” Mom snickered at her own joke as Mrs. King followed suit. 

“Well don’t let us distract you, just let us know if we’re too loud or need to scoot over some. Oh, and feel free to roam on by!” Mrs. King waved herself away to her family beach set-up, though it looked less like a set up and more like a mess on the floor. Mr. King seemed to be having an all out war to get the umbrella to stand, while Jeremy pouted a fair distance away from the catastrophe. 

For a while, between bites of fresh cut watermelon and hot dog, you and Cove watched the Kings set up refuge on the beach. The umbrella would stand, only to flop over defeated in the wind, or they would reorient their beach towels to be more or less in the shade. All the while the only person unmoved by the scene, good or bad, was Jeremy. He sat with his arms crossed, or hugging his knees, with the same sour mood on his face. He looked like a porcelain statue of vibrant colors, forever etched to be displeased.

You tried to just ignore it.

You felt kind of bad for him.

What ever it was, it was deserved. 

“He’s…been like that for a while.” Cove pointed at Jeremy with his unbitten slice of watermelon before taking a sizable chomp from it. 

“I guess, but if we try to ask what’s wrong he’ll just get snippy again.” Cove nodded along in agreement with your statement. 

The afternoon ambled by, with your families playing cards, chatting about the weather, a few rounds of beach volleyball, and lulled into another restful period of minimal activity. Mr. Holden found himself asleep, head back and snoring, on a lounge chair, while your moms and Kyra chatted about a topic you had long since lost track of. At some point it was clear your sister Elizabeth though it more entertaining to go inside, likely to enjoy the air conditioning. Just as you meant to turn to Cove and begin another conversation, Mrs. King came jogging up to your side of the beach again. 

“Hi! Sorry, it’s us again…” Mrs. King’s approach made Mr. Holden bolt upright from his sleep, making Kyra and your mothers chuckle at him. “I hope this isn’t a bad time.”

“Not at all, what’s up?” Kyra lifted her sunglasses to be on top of her head, so she could properly look Mrs. King in the eyes.

“My husband and I have to rush to the store real fast to get dinner started, but my sister and brother-in-law won’t be here for another hour or so. Jeremy’s feeling a little off today and he refuses to come with me to the store…” She sounded so dejected, so pitiful, like truly she hated to be a bother, or maybe it was that Mrs. King just hated to leave Jeremy behind. 

“We can watch him for you.” Ma said serenely, though it was more likely she was trying to look around Mrs. King to see Jeremy’s small form off in the distance. 

“Would you, please? Thank you all so much! I promise we’ll be back in a flash,” She paused for a moment before walking off, “I’d tell him to come closer so you all can keep an eye on him better, but honestly I don’t know if I can even get him to do that.” 

“It’s no problem at all we’ll keep a close eye on him.” Mom’s words must’ve been the last bit of encouragement needed, since Mrs. King smiled, spoke to Jeremy for a moment, and walked off towards the direction of the house they were temporarily staying in. There was a beat of silence; your moms oriented their chairs to get a better view of Jeremy, they talked a little less than they had been before, until eventually they turned to you and Cove. 

“You kiddos wanna check up on your friend? He looks a little bored.” 

It took everything in your power not to shake your head no.

You shook your head no.

You nodded ‘yes’. This would be tolerable.

”We can do that!” You said. 

“Hop to it you two,” your mom said, “at least make sure he’s still kicking.” 

Against your will, and better judgement, you and Cove took what felt like an hour long trek to Jeremy’s side of the beach. Each step laborious and delaying the inevitable of needing to deal with Jeremy’s distasteful attitude. Once you’d arrived, Cove was the first to speak,

“Hey……you ok?” Cove rubbed the scar on his arm, then twirled his threaded bracelet around his wrist. Jeremy simply huffed at the question. 

Silence. Total silence besides the pull of the rolling tide in late afternoon.

“I wanna go home.” Jeremy mumbled into his inflatable arm floaties, still attached to his wrists. You and Cove stared at each other before looking back to Jeremy. 

“Like your aunt’s house or..?” You questioned suspiciously. 

“You two really are braindead, aren’t you?” Before you or Cove had the chance to get angry he clarified himself, “I wanna go back to where I came from…” For a moment Jeremy’s eyes softened, and something not far away from sadness, homesickness, glistened within them. 

“What’s home like?” Cove asked curiously, but each word was hesitant. It was hard to feel bad for Jeremy when every conversation, though provoking or not, felt like walking on eggshells lined with barbed wire. 

Jeremy rolled his eyes at the question, “It’s just a regular house, what the hell else am I supposed to say about it?!” Another lull in the conversation, “I have a bed spread that’s all brown that my parents let me pick out for once, and I left my gameboy on the nightstand next to my reading light. I couldn’t bring it because its supposed to be “time with family”! PSH. Now my parents wonder why I’m bored out here! They don’t think at all!” It was obvious the topic of his parents made him irate, but talking about his room seemed to ease him into a less aggressive state. 

You asked if he had any pets

Jeremy got silent at that question. “I got a goldfish named Freckles last year. My dad thought it would teach me ‘responsibility’ or something.” He turned up his nose at the word ‘responsibility’.

“Is Freckles still… alive?” Cove asked hesitantly. You could tell the idea of a dead fish made him a little uncomfortable.

“No. Found her belly up in the tank one morning. Dad thinks she was probably stressed out…”

“Oh….” Was all you and Cove could mutter in unison before that half of the conversation died. Jeremy didn’t seem to want to talk about it anymore either. 

You asked if he had any friends

Jeremy’s frown deepened at that, you could tell he was working himself up for another fit. “No! Because everyone around me is a MORON!” Jeremy’s face reddened with anger as he closed in on himself, bringing his knees even closer to his chest. “I can’t even take the bus anymore! My useless parents have to drive me everywhere and its embarrassing!” 

The phrase made you do a double-take, “You can’t take the bus? Like the school bus?”

“Duh, what else would I mean? Dumbasses, honestly do you two ever think?!” Jeremy scowled at you. 

“What’d you do, try to bite the bus driver?” You rolled your eyes sarcastically at Jeremy, crossing your arms over your chest to try and mimic is reaction.

“No! Some kids kept throwing things and me and calling me names and cutting pieces of my hair off, so my parents made me stop taking the bus to school.”

“Throwing things?” Cove quirked a wavy eyebrow at the sentence.

“Are you stupid AND deaf?! Yeah they threw things, so what?! Cheese sticks, water bottles, gatorade, backpacks, they called me ‘Germ-y’ and ‘King crybaby’ and they would “fix my bowl cut” by cutting chunks out of the back of my hair when I wasn’t looking.” Jeremy quieted down for a moment, arms still crossed, “What’s worse is the bus driver just told them to ‘settle down’ he never even tried to help me!” 

“That sucks Jeremy, I’m so sorry”

“Maybe it was something you did first?”

“Damn.” 

“Shut up…” Jeremy quickly turned his eyes to the sand, adjusting his round frames without looking up.

You asked what he liked to do in school

He shrugged before speaking, “I do what everyone else does..” 

“Like? Don’t you have a subject you like more than the others?” You asked, almost reminiscing on the call you had with your cousin Lee a few nights ago.

“Math I guess, its the only thing that makes sense. History sucks because no one wants to hear about a bunch of old dead people, and P.E is gross because I have to change clothes in front of EVERYONE!” You got the sense Jeremy was exaggerating about changing in front of everyone, but the point still came across. 

“What about science and english and stuff?” Cove asked, rolling his wrist as he tried to find the words. 

“Who cares! Neither of them do anything important.” 

you took offense because you liked science.

you took offense because you liked English.

You thought he had a point. 

you didn’t pay the comment much mind. 

“I guess science can teach you about how you and your environment works at least.” Cove’s attempt to play devil’s advocate for his favorite subject fell on deaf ears.

“So?! It’s not gonna teach me how to write a check or pay my taxes, it’s useless. You don’t know anything!” Jeremy pouted. 

You supposed that portion of the conversation had run its course. 

You asked what he liked to do in his spare time

Jeremy’s eyes, for a flicker of a second, seemed to gleam with excitement. A ‘blink-and-you’ll-miss-it’ type of wide-eyed stare. “I play Pokemon a lot. My mom says it’s bad for my eyes but, what does she know!” He paused for a moment, “Sometimes when I get too ‘angry’, or whatever, teachers make me do origami, so I do that sometimes too. Or I read books since I have so many. Or my parents wanna bond so they make me do puzzles with them or go birdwatching.” Jeremy said ‘bond’ like the idea was comparable to catching the flu or licking up dirt. 

“You go birdwatching with your parents? That’s kinda cool.” You tried to alleviate the tension slightly.

“Mostly my dad. Someone like him would be into birdwatching.” You and Cove turned your heads sideways. Obviously the comment was missed. “Ugh, you both are so brainless- nervous, you know! It’s a quiet activity where you don’t have to do anything or talk to anybody. You just sit outside and look at birds!” 

You and Cove understood in tandem, mouths forming and ‘O’ shape as you looked at one another. The delay simply made Jeremy scoff. 

You left it at that 

The silence between the three of you had stretched for a while after the conversation; there had simply been nothing else to talk about. The bright June sky had since shed its blue hue for a light-orange ombre, as the sun began to set over the water. Same as it always did. As shadows began to elongate over the sand, Mr. and Mrs. King’s car pulled to a stop at white and blue house at the end of the street. Mrs. King hopped out as she made her way to the sandy shore.

“Thank you all so much for watching after my baby. I hope he wasn’t too much.” Mrs. King told your moms, since Kyra and Mr. Holden had since made themselves busy packing up and tossing trash from what was left of your picnic on the beach. 

“It was no trouble at all! Our kiddo and Cove made themselves quite the entertainers.” Mom projected proudly. At that Mrs. King shot you and Cove a smile of pure joy.

“Oh that’s fantastic! I’m so happy it all worked out!” After a bit more chatter between the parents, Mrs. King waltzed over to you and Cove, who were still standing near Jeremy’s balled-up form, “Thank you both so much for sticking around! I’m sure Jeremy had a great time.” She reached over to ruffle her son’s hair, only for him to grunt and swat her hand away. 

“It was no problem.” You told her.

You gave her a thumbs up

You forced a smile.

You stood there expressionless. 

“Well, I suppose that’s that. Say ‘bye’ to your friends, Jere-bear.” As Mrs. King turned to leave she effortlessly plucked the massive beach umbrella out of the ground, folding it up under her arm. Jeremy followed suit, balling the beach towels in his smaller arms.

“Bye.” 

Your and Cove’s eyes must’ve bulged out of their sockets. Jeremy said ‘bye’ to you both. Sure it was short and snappy, said with a clear aggression, but the fact that he said anything before leaving at all was startling. 

You both watched as his shadow, beach safety gear, bowl-cut, and all disappeared over the poppy laden hill. Maybe Jeremy wasn’t so awful. 

[burplewrites]

Hey there,

You know in OLB&A when MC and Cove go to the big park to see the fireworks, I think Derek was also there with his family. Could you write a story of them meeting then. Then perhaps reuniting later. They don't remember eachother right away, they're reminiscing on summers past (like in the lemonade moment) and be like oh hey that was you?

That would be awesome! No worries if you can't though.

reminiscing | derek rio suárez & cove james holden

𓆉 | fandom: our life: beginnings & always

𓆉 | characters: derek suarez, cove holden, reader

𓆉 | word count: 1,434 words 7,718 characters

𓆉 | a/n: AGDHDHSH MY FIRST REQUEST MWAHMWAHMWAH THANK YOU!! (sorry it took me so long to write this!! school was actually wounding me)

five years ago

as y/n and cove's families arrived at the big park, y/n's eyes filled with joy. this park was much bigger than the small playground back in their neighbourhood. there was so much to see, so much grass to run around in, and an extra bonus, more kids to play with.

since there was a community get-together, even more people were there, some regulars that y/n always saw when their moms would bring them, and some new faces. y/n wanted to meet them all.

y/n locked hands with cove as they bounced in place, matching the excitement of their older sister lizzie. cove looked... nervous to say the least but cracked a smile at y/n's excitement.

after everyone got drinks, and quenched their thirst, the kids were sent off to play in the sea of green. lizzie led the way, of course, having cove follow her with a frown and y/n skip along happily. lizzie introduced herself, y/n and cove, already making friends with the new people at the park.

lizzie, y/n and cove were introduced to hayden, lisa, and some other kids. as they were deciding what to play, a girl with braids raced over, a wild look in her eyes. she sprayed water all over them, hitting lizzie the most.

y/n brushed the water from their ear and neck, giggling at how absurd the situation was, but also how their sister got soaked. cove looked at y/n with an unamused face before sighing and shaking his head, which made y/n chuckle even more.

soon, with the help of lisa, hayden and some other kids who had been victims of the water gun girl, they started to chase her around the park.

a boy with brown spikey hair and green eyes appeared beside y/n and cove with a huge toothy smile.

"what are you doing?" the boy said, keeping up with the pace that y/n and cove were running with. y/n wouldn't be surprised if the boy could run even faster, like a cheetah.

"running," cove said, his focus now directed back to the girl. they were getting closer to her, but she was very fast and wouldn't allow herself to be cornered.

"it's a very long story-" y/n said with a sigh before continuing. "that girl with the braids sprayed water at us, and now we're trying to stop her!"

the boy gasped before talking. "can i help you guys catch her?"

cove and y/n looked at each other before nodding at the boy. the boy quickly caught up to the girl, and then ran in front of her, blocking her path to escape. a swarm of children all swarmed around the girl, and y/n pounced on her, tackling her to the ground.

with no hard feelings, and smiles all around, the chase turned into a game of tag, which kept them entertained. the atmosphere was more playful, filled with laughs and joy.

serveal rounds later, after the sun started going down and everyone had been 'it' at least once, kids started going back with their families.

cove was hanging around y/n, standing behind them, but smiling at the brown-haired boy in front of them. they had only known each other for a few hours but all three of them felt closer, like they were already good friends.

"so! we've been playing this whole time but i didn't even get to know your name!" y/n said, brushing the dirt off their clothes.

"i'm derek!"

"i'm y/n and this is cove! we should hang out some more, after we go eat and stuff!"

cove nodded with a smile, and derek laughed softly, smiling back at the duo.

"sure, i'll see you guys later!"

present day

I still think colander isn't a real word derek." y/n sighed as they brought out the sugar for the lemonade.

"y/n… it is a real word, I wouldn't lie to you, you know that!" derek explains, laughing a little. cove rolled his eyes at his two best friends, before fiddling with his bandage a little.

"you know, we're like really good friends." cove starts with a smile, making y/n look at him weirdly, and derek smile in return.

"obviously! like, it's us cove. the amazing trio, the three musketeers, the three amigos, yknow, whatever amazing trio that's famous." y/n replied smugly, watching the faces of the two boys in front of them turn into frowns.

the boys looked at each other and sighed as they continued cleaning up and just dismissed y/n's words with a smirk.

"as i was saying, before i got interrupted~" cove said, looking at y/n with a smile, before continuing. "its weird that we never met before this, like i know that you live in a different city derek, but you aren't that far from us, we could have met before."

y/n and derek looked at cove with blank stares before y/n started nodding.

"cove's actually right for once!"

"hey-"

"we probably already have met, and our amazing connection just brought us back together!"

"it was mr. holden and my dad's business actually-"

"hush! it was our connection i tell you, connection! we probably met at the park near your house derek, the one i helped babysit your siblings at."

derek looked to the side like he was in deep thought. y/n was mostly joking about the fact that they knew each other in the past, and even the obvilious cove had started to pick up on it, but for derek to be taking it so seriously threw y/n off.

"derek, you know y/n is just teasing… right?" cove said with a smile, looking at both of his friends. y/n left the sugar and came towards where derek and cove were on the other side of the counter.

"yea but they might be right, cause now that i really think about it… i think we actually did meet before."

cove and y/n looked at each other, both faces covered in disbelief before cove spoke up.

"where- or i mean how do you know? but also where..?"

"did you guys ever go to this community get-together in my city, at the big park, about five-ish years ago..?"

y/n nodded repeatedly, with a huge smile, like they were being transported back to that simple time.

"yea. it was the summer cove moved into this neighbourhood, that grumpy little kid."

"you act like i'm 4 years old." cove pouted, making derek rub his back to comfort him. y/n stifled a laugh, stroking their chin like they were a wise old wizard.

"its cause you are much younger than me, my dear cove. anyways! we were at this get-together and this girl i forget her name-"

"she had brown hair, if im remembering correctly.."

"yea!" cove and y/n said at the same time, looking at each other with wide smiles.

cove, y/n and derek spent the rest of the time filling in the gaps of their first meeting, talking about what type of kebab they ate, and if they got the desert from that box and how they enjoyed the firework show.

"i.. i tried looking for you guys."

silence filled the room as the two stared at derek.

"..what?"

derek fiddled with his thumbs, a small blush tinting his cheeks. he looked hesitant, but he knew from experience that he had two people probably definitely staring at him with puppy dog eyes wanting to hear the rest of the story.

"i said, see you later, and i meant that. i remember after eating, i ran off again to look for you guys but i couldn't find you. it didnt help that it was darker, and people were setting up the fireworks display. i was so bummed that i couldn't find my new friends since i thought we formed a… connection… but i guess fate brought us back together!!"

y/n sniffled, then grabbed cove and derek, shocking both of the boys and wrapped them both in a big hug.

"i'm so glad we're friends. honest. even if it took us like 5 years to meet you again derek, we'll be best friends forever."

derek chuckled, and wrapped his short arms around cove and y/n as much as he could. cove did the same, glad he was in the awkward embrace of his two best friends.

" wait guys, not meaning to ruin this moment-"

"youre ruining it by saying that cove."

"y/n…" cove sighed with a smile, knowing that y/n lived to tease. "shouldn't we finish the lemonade?"

derek and y/n looked at each other, their eyes wide before letting go of the hug.

"oh shoot!"