#our life: beginnings & always fanfiction

[zombii-writess]

Do you take requests?? Cove x Mc/reader where cove stays outside to long and gets heat stroke and mc takes care of him? I thought it could be a cute fic

Yes I do !!

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𝙷𝚘𝚝 𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚛 𝙳𝚊𝚢

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: Being on your feet and exposed to the sun all day with rising temperatures seem to be a recipe for disaster.

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐬: horrible description of a heat stroke, vomiting, you can decide if you are already in a relationship with Cove or not.

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Cove Holden x F! Reader

𝐀/𝐍: never had a heat stroke before but my brother did a few years ago when he joined a band camp during high school, so I'm putting in a few details from what he's told me. xP

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Gritting your teeth, you hauled the heavy black trash bag over your shoulder and trudge through the sand to the large garbage bin that stood at the edge of where the sidewalk was. Beads of sweat rolled down the side of your face which you used your shoulder to quickly wipe away, the sensation tickling when it fell. Volunteering for ORCA had its ups and downs; you could be invited to charities one day and then melting in the sun the next.

"Just a few more bags and we'll be finished here [Name]," A voice breaks you out of your thoughts. Turning your head to the source, you make eye contact with familiar green eyes. Cove gives a wobbly smile and tries to wink. "We can go get frozen yogurt after this."

"That sounds so good right now," You whined, wiping the sweat collecting on your hairline. "I'm dying in this heat." He chuckles and starts heading towards the pile of trash bags on the other side of the beach before he stumbles. With quick reflexes, you go to steady him. But upon seeing Cove up close, you noticed that his face was pale, and his breathing had increased and a bit labored.

"Cove?" You called out in worry, removing one of your hands from his arms to place the back of it against his hot cheek. "Are you okay? You're a bit... pale."

Cove groans and places a hand on his head, eyebrows knitting together in pain. " 'm f..fine..headache." He attempts to take another step before falling onto one knee.

"Cove?!" You shout, kneeling down to his level and he immediately rests his weight on you. This catches the attention of other volunteers as they quickly rush over to help. "Cove, what's wrong?!"

A small whine of pain leaves his chapped lips before Cove's green eyes roll to the back of his head; his body drops into your arms.

"COVE!"

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Sitting on a plastic chair inside the First Aid tent, you watched Cove go in and out of consciousness. He layed in the bed with his shirt off and he was covered in ice packs in an attempt to cool him down. Cove's green hair swayed in the breeze as you fanned him with a folder you borrowed from one of the nurses that ORCA had hired for cases like this.

Your arm was getting sore, but for Cove, you'll keep going. It wasn't much longer when the boy finally comes to, his eyes settling on your blurry figure.

"Oh my gosh, Cove!" You rest your hands on the bed and lean into his space, causing him to let out a squeak as he scrambled to sit upwards.

"[Name]-" But it seems like he got up to fast.

Cove slaps a hand to his mouth, face turning into a sickly green. Noticing the signs you were told earlier; you quickly grabbed the puke bucket that was placed near your chair and held it out in front of Cove. He opens his mouth and blows chunks.

Few minutes pass by as you wait for Cove to finish, a hand settled on his back in an attempt to comfort him. The green haired man spits into the bucket one final time, takes a deep breath, and lets out a big sigh. Cove turns his head slightly to look at you with an embarrassed look.

"That...was something."

You let out a snort. "It was, but- are you feeling better now?" Setting the bucket down, carefully, you brush away Cove's bangs and used the back of your hand to check his temperature.

Cove bites back a blush forming on his cheeks as he watched you lean closer through thick green lashes. "I'm feeling a bit icky, but I'll manage." The smile that grows on your face makes him desperately wanting to lean in and give you a kiss, but he holds himself back.

"Do you need anything? Water? Snacks? More ice packs?" You began listing off things Cove might need. A warm hand rests on your shoulders stopping your listings.

"Can we get frozen yogurt?" Cove bites his lip as he awaits your answer before adding on with a laugh. "Later of course! Once I get better."

"Later it is then." You giggled.

[justalittlelilac]

Me: yeah, I'm just bummed because there's not a huge amount of content for Our Life out there.

My girlfriend: Well, then that just means you'll have to make some.

Me (stuttering): well...no...that's not...but like...I...

[ramenthroughthe6]

Our Life: The Jeremy King 'DLC'

Step 2: Intro

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Note: I hope you folks enjoy! I am more than willing to accept constructive feedback via ask box! I'm hoping to activate and AO3 account soon so I can post this on there too! In the meantime ENJOY!!

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As the sand crunched beneath his feet, the frail looking boy, who was anything but, stomped away in a flurry. His bright-green bowl cut swayed in the ocean breeze, as he got smaller, and smaller, and smaller, into the distance. 

> You stayed standing. 

> You slumped to your knees

It all happened so fast. You looked to Cove, then to Derek, then back into the center, where the mean kid once was. 

Jeremy 

You hoped to never see him again. Whatever wind you had under your sails that day was instantly swept away by an unruly tide of a boy. Cove was the first to say anything, 

“Are you alright?”

> You weren’t alright and you told him so

> You said you were alright, you lied

> You said you were alright and you meant it 

Cove still frowned slightly at your response. Just giving a small “okay.” 

“I know what’ll make us feel better,” Derek’s sudden voice made you turn to his direction, watching as his eyes darted to the cut fruit bouquet in your hand then back to you, “We could eat the fruit now!”

Before you could even utter a yes or no response, Cove had already plucked a melon skewer from the parchment wrapped, food-safe foam in your hand.

You laughed at his antics, “Hey, I didn’t say we could eat it!” 

“My dad’s the one who paid for it,” Cove shrugged before polishing off his skewer in one bite, letting some of the melon juice drip down his chin. Ew.

It felt like you were dazed in the hours that had gone by: one minute you were chatting with your friends on the freshly heated sand of the ocean-front park, the first signs of summer break veering its head. The next you watched them dart away as your sister, Elizabeth, came to confront you about the family’s missing summer snack, now plucked clean and barren like a shrub in the fall. Before long you found yourself chatting on the phone, absent-minded and distant as you chatted with with your cousin, Lee, on the phone.

“I met a mean kid today.”

“Really?” Lee immediately peaked up with interest, “What happened?”

“I dunno. I have no clue were he came from, but it sounds like he’ll be in town for a while which sucks. He’s got this bowl cut and this big ugly frown and he’s always yelling.” You felt like you could go on forever about how much you disliked Jeremy.

“I don’t think I wanna meet him.”

“I wish I never did,” You joked, “hopefully we won’t have to cross paths again.”

That was the worst thing you could’ve said  

That evening Cove, in his upset, joined you in your room by coming in through the window. His parents seemed to be on the road to reconciliation and it was hard for him to deal with the change. But you were there for him, you were always there for him. And Cove was always there for you. Even when his mom came into town the next day, you stuck around til the bitter end to ensure he felt safe talking to his family about how he felt. 

A few more languid days passed into June. Ma sat flipping through a catalogue, legs crossed and back leaned against the couch, while Mom sat curled up with a lap blanket despite the incoming afternoon sun. Breakfast had been finished ages ago, being marked by Elizabeth’s exit; she had friends to see that day, you supposed. You spent time in the living room with your moms waiting for Cove to stop by on his almost daily visits. 

But a shouting broke up the peace. 

It didn’t sound like the type of hollering you’d hear in a fight. It was more frantic. A plea. It was so familiar it scratched at a part of your brain, but you couldn’t remember what.

Mom, being nosy like she was, immediately threw off her lap-blanket, put on her slip-on shoes at the entryway, and peered out the door. The shouting only got louder. Ma would later follow suit, trying to peak behind her wife’s shoulders. Curiosity got the better of you, and you too would slip between you mothers, muttering and ‘excuse me’ as you stared at the long stretch of empty street filled only with indiscernible shouts. You looked either which way for the culprit disturbing Sunset Bird’s early afternoon serenity. You caught a glimpse of Mr. Holden, Kyra, and Cove doing the same as your family. 

“What’s going on out here?” Mr. Holden asked as he took the initiative to approach your house. Moms must have felt more comfortable at his presence too, as the three of you spilled out of the doorway to join the Holdens and Kyra in the middle of the street. Before Ma could answer, another call ran out, albeit much closer. 

“Where are ya, kiddo?!”

Your family looked over at the Holdens before searching the street for the calling family, and in that time you caught Cove’s eyes. This is exactly what you felt like when you first met him; the shouting for him to come out, the moments where it felt like Mr. Holden was ready to thrown in the towel on searching for his son, finding him behind the hill. Cove gave you a knowing look. He’d thought the same.

You followed your family in the pursuit of the voices, before coming to a sudden halt, nearly bumping into your Ma’s backside. Along the shore, cutting through the park, were a man and woman.

The man’s beacon of orange hair shown like the falling sun over the ocean at the end of the day. His pale skin didn’t help the contrast either. Next to him, a taller woman, looking equally as frantic, her choppy, dark-green pixie cut took up splashes of ocean mist as it whipped backwards.

“Hey!” Mr. Holden’s yell seemed to bounce off the pavement in an echo. It stopped both people in their marching tracks through the warm, off-white sand, “Need some help?!”

For a moment they seemed to look at each other, as if confirming the validity of the offered aid, before jogging nearly in tandem to meet the sets of families. 

“Oh thank goodness! People!” The green-haired lady smiled almost in immediate relief. “Our son is missing- he ran off and we can’t seem to find him.” 

“Thats just terrible, we’re so sorry,” Ma offered a sympathetic look, “What’s he look like? Maybe we can still spot him before it gets too late.”

“He’s short, with light green hair, he’s got on a white shirt with multi-colored stripes, and-“

“Glasses,” the woman’s much meeker partner spoke up. Instantly their words rung in you, a flash in your mind of the memory of that rotten boy.

“He’s got a bowl cut?” You said so out loud, though accidentally.

“Yes! That’s him! Have you seen him?” The woman’s eyes seemed to be filled with hope, only to look even more downcast when you shook your head ‘no’. It looked like she was about to cry.

“Oh my god I feel awful. We’ll help you find him Mrs….” Kyra paused for her to fill out the rest of the sentence, pushing the people along with a twirl of her wrist.

“King. I’m Jennifer and this is my husband, Jackson.” The two extended their hands, shaking them with each of the parents, before pausing to give a friendly wave to you and cove. Cove offered a pleasant, yet retained, wave back to the couple.

> you returned the gesture

> you remained as you were

Mr. Holden placed his hands firmly on his hips, 

“You remember which direction he ran off in?”

“It was away from my sister’s house,” Jennifer answered unsure, pointing in the direction of the row of houses and shrubbery past the playground, “but he probably wandered away from there, too.” Beside her Mr. King rang his hands around each other nervously.

“Okay. Then I suppose we can split up and start there.” Mom waved everyone over in that direction and the group soon followed. 

Kyra and Mom split together, Mr. Holden and Ma, and naturally, you and Cove. Everyone seemed to shout for Jeremy at every corner, and it was starting to get late. The early afternoon sun had rolled over the sky, as shadows began deepen and elongate. Mrs. King was verging on hysteric tears when the reached the coastline edged with nothing but rock and dense palm trees. There was no where else he could’ve gone. 

“Oh my god…my baby ran off….” Mrs. King started up with another bout of tears, her husband following as he tried to comfort his wife.

“There there, Jen.. We’ll just have to call the police next.” As you watched the scene helplessly and with concern, as did the rest of your family and neighbors, when the foliage gave way to rustling. It snapped everyones attention towards the source of the sound almost immediately: Cove was trying to make his way inside.

“Bud,” before Mr. Holden could barely do what was considered reprimanding his son, Cove was fully submerged in the miniature jungle, crunching around a bit before a familiar, and unhappy, shout of ‘hey’ was heard.

“I found him!” Before Jeremy could raise more of a fuss about Cove revealing his secret hiding space, Mr. And Mrs. King came barreling into the palm foliage through the opening Cove left. Though it was hard to see through the dense and shaded plant-life, it was clear Jeremy’s parents were heartily sobbing in a joyous reunion with their son. Cove popped out of the bush, taking a stance by your side, so he could let the Kings exit. Despite likely being 11 or 12, Jeremy was still small enough to be held by his mother. Which would be easier if he wasn’t writhing like a carp on land. 

“Thank you so so so much for helping us find our Jerebear.” Mrs. King tried to nuzzle her cheek into her son’s poofy bowl cut, only to be rejected as he continued to squirm.

“No! Let me go!” Jeremy emphasized every word as he continued to pout over being discovered.

“Seriously, you all have no idea how much this means to us,” Mrs. King attempted to hand her squirming son over to her husband who looked not at all prepared to hold the little hell ball that was his own child, “can we get you folks breakfast? Our treat of course.” 

“Oh! That sounds fun!” Kyra piped up for the rest of the group, miscellaneous agreements arising here and there.

“Perfect! My sister should have no complaints if we use the house for a little brunch soon. It’d be nice to make some friends while we’re out here, huh, honey?” Mrs. King asked the question to her inattentive husband, who was much too preoccupied trying to get Jeremy to hold his hands still while rocking him side to side. Jeremy didn’t seem all too pleased at the idea, but Mr. King gave an enthusiastic nod. Before leaving, Mrs. King got the contact information for Mr. Holden and Kyra, as well as your house phone, before sweeping her son in her arms once again. “Thank you folks a million times over! Say ‘bye’ to your friends, Jeremy.” Rather than doing that, he stuck his tongue out at you over his mother’s shoulder before giving up and being whisked away. 

‘This was absolutely the start of the most obnoxious summer you’d ever have’, was your first and only thought as you watched the family walk away into the darkening orange sky. 

[suddenserendipity]

Derek Suarez Week Day 1: Pinky promise

For @derek-week-event. I had forgotten about this during the summer but here I am - late but ready to contribute because Derek deserves all the goodness from the fandom too.

The phone rings as it lays on the pile of homework on the desk that he hasn’t gotten to yet. It plays a song that he once saw in concert - a long time ago. It’s what jolts him awake from his slumber on the bed. His guess is he had fallen asleep on his stomach sometime after coming home from school and now tries to to rub the sleep from his eyes as he answers.

Switching on the display the light almost blinds him and he winces before swiping on the little phone icon.

“Mmmyealloo…”  he slurs as a yawn breaks free from his jaws. It would have embarrassed him if he’d been more awake to care.

   “Uh…. Hi, it’s me” her voice is clear and though she sounds confused there’s a hint of amusement. “Sorry, Did I wake you?” 

He lets out a small chuckle  “Yeah… you caught me, uh - what time is it anyway?” He takes a turn around his bed to look at the clock radio standing on the bedside table showing ‘8PM’ in purple neon light. 

“Ugh… Oh shoot… I keep forgetting the different time zones. Well it’s 5PM here in California, I was just gonna have my dinner here in my dorm and thought I could call you because you probably were having dinner too.”

“Aww, I could probably swing that if… you just give me a few minutes. I haven’t eaten since lunch so… yeah a few minutes - Can I call you on video chat in maybe 10 minutes?”

She lets out a sigh that sends a delightful tingle down his spine through the cell phone. “Alright, but don’t take too long because my take out is getting cold as we speak”

“Derek’s back!” she shouts at him with a laugh as her image pops up on his laptop. “So what are you having? I’m having some lo mein but I also got some orange chicken and soup… Will probably have some of that for lunch tomorrow though”

“PB&J” he smiles and waves with the, clearly made in a rush, sandwich in his hand.

“That’s all? Peak nutritional value” she smirks at him as she twirls the noodles with a black plastic fork.

“I also got some BBQ chips and a protein shake… nearly all the food groups are covered” he teases as he opens the bag of chips with a distinct pop.

“Alright but promise me you’ll have something… more substantial for dinner tomorrow” she holds up her pinky towards the webcam and him. "Pinky promise"

He chuckles with a deep rumble in his chest at her silliness but holds up his pinky too “Pinky promise” 

[fricking-ur-mom]

So . . . this is love . . ?

Credits to the original artist ofc.

what if i started writing for Our Life? Hitting inspo for it- not sure tho.

Would anyone be interested in it though? I've noticed a lack of such content..

[endless-nightshift]

AFAB?

No.

AFBXF (Assigned Female By X-reader Fanfic)

[lurvism]

PINNED INFO ! §

9e ABOUT ME; she/her, African Americans, shifter, scorpio,! this blog will mostly just be about my shifting, writing, anime, visual novels/fandoms, LOVE AND DEEPSPACE, js yappin!!

9e I LOVE; visual novels, game of thrones, love and deepspace, reading, roblox, beauty, self care!

9e / WANT TO; I will most likely start writing fanfics and will take request! Also I will talk about shifting tips if anyone needs them. I want this to be a safe space for shifters, writers, artist, and my fellow ppl💪🏽

9e EXTRA; may not always post a lot, / get bored really easily and forget to post or am very busy but I will do my upmost to be active 🙏🏽

[mathitas]

I’d love to receive some requests so you’re free to ask anything you’d like to read

[prismaticflare]

Colorful - Part 1 (G)

Fandom - Our Life : Beginnings and Always

Pairing - Cove Holden / Gender Neutral Reader

After a day at the beach, you learn a shocking fact about Cove. Takes place in Part 2

It was another perfect summer day in Sunset Bird. The sun was shining, the birds were chirping, and you were ecstatic to enjoy the day with whatever random activities came your way.

You had just finished breakfast when a knocking came to your door.

“Can you get that?” Ma asked from the couch. “I mean, I’m willing to bet that it’s for you, anyways. There’s really only one person who visits us.”

“Ma!” You squealed, blushing.

“You know I’m kidding.” Ma giggled, earning a glare from Mom, who was sitting next to her.

You ignored their antics and rushed to the door, opening it to see Cove, dressed only in his swimming trunks, swaying nervously at the front door.

“Oh, hey!” Cove stuttered out. “I was going to go to the beach, and, um, if you’d like…”

“I’ll join you!” You said, interrupting Cove’s stuttering. You were pretty sure that was what he was going to ask you, anyways.

“Oh! Um…” Cove said in shock, readjusting his conversation, as if he had planned everything out beforehand and now had to reword his proposition (which, knowing Cove, was almost certainly true). “Sure, I’d love that.”

“Okay, I’ll meet you there.” You replied. “See you in a minute!”

And with that, you rushed off to your room to find the perfect swimsuit for the occasion. Living on a beach you had plenty to choose from, so you quickly changed into your favorite one, and grabbed anything else you could need. You had no idea what you were actually planning to do, but knowing you and Cove, it would mainly consist of just floating in the water and chatting.

After grabbing everything you needed, you rushed downstairs.

“I’m gonna go meet up with Cove at the beach.” You told your moms while you were double-checking that you had everything.

“Okay, have fun!” Ma replied.

“Elizabeth has an event today, so all three of us will probably be gone when you get back. Don’t get any sand or water in the house.” Mom added.

“I won’t! Bye!”

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Arriving at the beach, you saw Cove already splashing in the waves. Ever since he got his cast removed, Cove practically lived on the beach. Nowadays, you rarely saw him elsewhere. You didn’t mind though. The beach was the perfect place to spend free time, and if it meant a lot to Cove, it meant a lot to you.

When you finally caught up to Cove, you dropped your stuff next to his, and met up with him. “So, what’s the plan?” you asked, slowly entering the water. “Spending time with you.” Cove said, causing both of you to blush at Cove’s forwardness.

And that’s what happened. You two just spent your day relaxing in the water, occasionally opting to do more stimulating things like racing in the water or building sandcastles. But, for the most part, you just chatted. Even though you saw each other practically every day, you always seemed to have things to talk about. That’s just how it went with Cove.

Eventually, though, you realized it was getting late. While you originally planned to go straight home, you remembered that your parents and Elizabeth were all gone. You also remembered Mom’s strict rules on not getting any of the beach in the house, and looking at the state you were in, that didn’t seem very possible.

“Hey Cove?” You asked while packing up your stuff.

“What?” Cove asked.

“Do you mind if I clean up at your place instead? It’ll be a lot easier, plus, your dad cares a lot less about getting sand and water in the house.

“Um…” Cove blushed, squirming to find the right answer. “Sure, if you want.”

“Okay, thanks!” You replied, as you both headed back to Cove’s place.

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When you got to Cove’s house, you pretty much directly went to his room, passing his dad on the way there. Kyra was gone this evening, so it was only him. Cove insisted that you cleaned up before him, so after quickly rinsing off, you traded places with Cove so he could clean up himself.

While Cove was in the shower, you opted to sit on the floor of his bedroom, waiting for him to be done. You were just relaxing, twiddling your thumbs, when you heard a voice from the bathroom. You walked over to the bathroom door to try to figure out what he was saying.

“Were you talking to me?” You asked, leaning your ear against the bathroom door.

“Yeah, um, so, sorry if this is a bother, but in my bedroom there should be a bottle with some seafoam-colored liquid in it. Could you grab it for me? I normally would myself, but, um…”

“Sure, I can grab it.” You replied before the conversation went in a very awkward direction. After scouring the room, you finally found the bottle, or at least what you thought he was looking for. To your shock, however, it was labeled as temporary hairdye! While it makes logical sense that Cove didn’t naturally have green hair, you had never really thought about it. And it definitely surprised you that it wasn’t permanent.

With the bottle in hand, you went back to the bathroom, knocking on the door before telling him that you had the bottle. Slowly and tentatively, the door opened, revealing a profusely blushing Cove wearing nothing but a towel, avoiding eye-contact with you as much as possible.

In any other situation, you would be blushing too, but your mind was much more focused on something else. Cove was blond! I mean, it made sense. His father was (although you weren’t confident about that being natural), and you’d need light hair to get the color that Cove usually wore. Still, it felt so odd, seeing Cove like this.

“I know, it looks weird.” Cove said, making you realize you had been staring at it for longer than you probably should have.

“I think it suits you.” You said, leaning against the wall.

“Why?” Cove asked, going back to the shower and closing the curtains so you could still talk with him while he re-dyed his hair.

“It fits your whole surfer-dude aesthetic.” You laugh. It made him look even more like a basic surfer boy than he already did.

“That’s why I hate it.” Cove groaned. “Well, that and it’s way too boring.”

Finally, Cove left the shower, wrapping his head in a towel to allow it to dry and let the color to soak in.

“Than why don’t you permanently dye it? I mean, I think you’d look great either way, but if you prefer it green, you should keep it that way.”

“Dad wouldn’t let me.” Cove said, sighing.

“What? How do you know? Did you ask him?” You asked. Cove’s dad always felt like the type to not care about that kind of stuff, so him banning permanent hairdye would be a shocker to you. I mean, at this point, it was practically permanent, so he couldn’t care that much.

“Well, not really.” Cove said slowly, as if he was realizing that his assumption may not have actually been true. “But most parents don’t allow that kind of stuff.”

“Most parents don’t offer kids 20 bucks to be friends with their kid.” You laughed. Cove never found it as funny as you, but at least it gave him easy blackmail on his dad.

“Fair.” Cove replied. “So, should I go, like, ask him?”

“Why not?” You responded.

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Following Cove into the living room, you were met with Mr. Holden sitting on the couch, eating some sort of snack and watching surfing on the TV. You never really understood why he watched that, he could literally walk outside to see it, but you never really bothered asking.

“Hey Dad?” Cove asked from the hallway, sticking close to you.

“What’s up kiddo?” His dad responded.

“Would you be okay if I dyed my hair?”

“What?” Cove’s dad replied in utter confusion.

“I mean, like, permanently.” Cove replied, nervously fiddling with his thumbs. 

It took Cove’s dad a few more seconds before Cove’s statement finally settled on him, causing him to laugh at the realization. “Kiddo, I thought you dyed it permanently a long time ago!”

“You did?” Cove asked.

“Of course I did! I didn’t expect you to be dyeing your hair temporarily for the last who knows how many years! Go ahead and dye your hair. It’ll probably save me a lot of money if you’ve been doing it temporarily this whole time!”

“Thanks Dad!” Cove replied with a sigh of relief.

“You’re welcome kiddo.” Mr. Holden responded, still clearly in shock that his son had been dying his hair temporarily for this many years straight.

“And thanks to you too.” He said, returning his attention to you. “I totally wouldn’t have asked otherwise.”

“You’re welcome. I had a sneaking suspicion that he didn’t actually care.”

“Yeah, I guess it makes more sense that way.”        

part 1 | part 2 

[veebeeward]

Why did you stop loving me?

Tags/Warnings:

Short story

NB!MC x Baxter Ward

AngstyFluff/Romantic

Word Count:

153

Authors Note:

I was thinking of prompt ideas of a short story and I picked this silly prompt from a story I was writing a while ago. It just seemed to fit well, enjoy :)

Summary:

While meeting up again after five years with no contact, MC finally asks Baxter why he stopped loving them, why he just left like it was nothing. Was this the answer they were expecting?

"Why did you stop loving me?" They asked, not really wanting an answer. It just felt right to ask. They felt they deserved an answer after everything.

"I never did," he muttered. There was a strain in his voice. A sadness beyond comprehension, said in such a lovely, soothing way. Had anyone else heard him, they wouldn't hear that pain in his tone but they knew.

"I never stopped loving you." He'd continue. Years of silence building up to this one moment. "From the day we danced at the summer sorrie to the day I left that town and years after that. Right now, I love you" he felt a sting in the corners of his eyes, tears threatened to spill after all this time ignoring it.

"You love me?" They were sceptical. They took a step forward. "You love, me?" 

"I do" he'd nod

"You do?" 

"I do"

"I love you too"

[missseeker]

The Stupid Things I Often Do - A Poem for Baxter Ward

When you left, I broke. Down, down, down...Never left my house, and cried without command. For days, for weeks, it broke me. For months, for years, it's scorned me. My mums just wanted me to eat. My friend just wanted me to sleep But me? I just wanted to dream of a place no longer here...

When I finally came out, it didn't help Not the people, the stores, not even the wind The only thing I found again was her, The silent moon.

I sobbed and she didn't judge I cried and prayed, but she didn't budge I told her all of what you'd done... And she seemed to feel for me.

I still sit up at night, guided only by her light And talk to her of you, when you come back into my mind. I dare not do it in front of others, they'd think me crazy still Crazy for keeping a kind of hope, one that has yet to wilt.

As time's gone on, I learned to cope. My friends were ecstatic when I drank just a Coke. My mums were happy to see me outside But really I just learned to hide, it all.

About that time I took up my brush, wilted, disused, almost painting with rust I made a pretty picture once, of a girl alone in the cold sand, and with her only friend, the moon. My loved ones thought it was a sign, that I was moving on just fine But really I made it just to remind, remind myself of you.

It still hangs across the room from me Forever there when I wake or sleep, there to remind and comfort me Even when the bed is cold beneath my fingertips, and I find myself all alone Your memory is there to hold me, together.

I taste of peppermint tea now, but it's not how I like to drown, my taste buds. In fact, I'm partial to lemon, but I find that peppermint tastes of you. So I always keep at least one box at home, in the back corner of my cabinet So that when I am cold, and sad, alone, I can always have it.

I don't drink champagne at parties anymore, Because I can't get the memories of before, to go away It still tastes like midnight, and cupcakes, and late-night decisions And I can't bring myself to stop reminiscing, when I taste it.

That condo just a few doors down, it's empty every summer now Even with new people there, I can't help but stop and stare At the door, the last place I saw you go, back when it was still your home And now I can't go inside again, even if I was invited in.

I dress in colors still, bright and bold, but sometimes it gets old So when I feel it coming on, the sadness, I dress to meet it In black and white, what you wore back then, so when the feelings come in Maybe you can come along with them, and still recognize me.

I now wear a floral perfume, but not the one I used to I used to smell like sunflowers and sky, but now I smell of roses and night And all because the scent smelt so familiar when I found it It smelt of you, and a white shirt draped over my swimsuit outfit.

I can't seem to dance anymore, for every time I step to the floor I look down just hoping to see another pair of shoes besides mine. But every time, I silently pray they're you, or they have the skills to fill your place, And they're not, and they don't, and the disappointment just won't let go of my face.

And the stupidest thing I still choose to do? I still have not let go of you, even though if I did I know I could be loved again, but by a nicer boy with blueish eyes But to me, they seem so dull, and I do despise, that they're not brown

He would gladly kiss away my pain, dance with me in pouring rain Take me away if I asked him to do so But we both know I can't do so, because I still need my hope Even if it makes me lost, left behind in the Cali dust.

I still see him hang around, waiting in this stupid town For someday when my head comes down, out of the clouds And I don't know who's stupider. The girl who waits on a fever dream? Or the boy who is okay looking after her?

So I've spent these years, aging and waiting For that dust to clear, for maybe then you'll be able to find me But until then I'll still stand sadly at the shore, forevermore Just talking with the moon.

(Originally posted on AO3 under A Book of Poetry by Jamie Last. Thought I would repost it here too to open up this page!)

[peaxhxhair]

Mornings || Cliff Holden

Pairing: Cliff Holden x Gn! Reader Word Count: 415 A/n: Step 3/4 Cliff :) (I really need to play our life again- I've been devoid of joy for so long) Navigation Our Life - Masterlist Consider becoming a Member! <3

Your bed feels cold as you wake up. Too cold - like something was missing. Cracking open your eyes, you roll over to find the left side of the bed empty. It wasn't surprising, considering Cliff had never been the type to stay in bed too long - though you wondered how he always managed to wake up so early.

Rubbing your eyes as you got up, you began to make your bed, before moving out of you shared room and into the hallway. As you closed the bedroom door, you noticed the smell of pancakes in the air, and you move down the hallway towards the source of the smell.

Cliff stood in the kitchen - a spatula in his hand as he watches the pan on the stove. He doesn't notice you right away, so you wrap your arms around his hips - pressing your forehead against his shoulder blade. He jumps slightly in surprise, but relaxes almost instantly - moving his free hand onto of yours and locking your fingers together.

"Good morning, Love" He chuckles at the small grumble you let out in response, moving to slip the pancake that was cooking in the pan. "Sleep well?" He asks, and you huff.

"It would have been nice to wake up with you there" Although your tone sounded annoyed, he knew you weren't really. As he places the now cooked pancake onto a plate, he turns to you - a smile on his face. Your expression still looked tired, so he got the idea that you were only awake because he wasn't there. He chuckles at the thought.

"How about we go back to bed, after we eat?" You hummed at his suggestion, but agreed quietly. He hands you the plate of pancakes he had already made, and you yawned as you made your way to the dining table.

It took all of five minutes before you had finished your breakfast - trying your best not to fall asleep at the table. You could see Cliff watching you from the corner of your eye, his little smile growing as you yawned.

"Alright Sunshine, let's get you back to bed" He chuckles, putting your plates into the kitchen sink before he moves to pick you up. He grunts slightly as he raised you into his arms - carrying you back into your shared bedroom and tossing you onto the bed. You laugh tiredly - pulling him down onto the mattress, and he joins you under the covers, wrapping his arms around you.

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₊˚ෆˎˊ˗ Huii !!! I'm Bunny. ₊˚ෆˎˊ˗ I use she/they ₊˚ෆˎˊ˗ I write fanfiction <33

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•⩊• Fandoms I write for:

Stranger things

IT (2017 & 2019)

The Goldfinch

We Are Who We Are

Life Of Luxury

Our Life (Both Games)

South Park

Squid Game

Stardew Valley

Creepypasta

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What I WON'T write! ꒰ᐢ. ̫ .ᐢ꒱

Non-con (makes me feel bad..)

Rape

Incest

Step-bro/step-sis NSFW

Pedophilia

Zoophilia

NSFW about minors (even if you ask for them aged up)

Hardcore kinky (not that it's bad, I just can't write it yet)

Murder/kidnapping

Necrophilia

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‎♡‧₊˚ What I mainly write

Innocent/submissive reader (not innocent like personality, but aesthetic)

Cutesie smut, not hardcore

Drug dealer Y/N or character

Ships <3

sometimes kinky stuffs

༻✧༺ I'm up to writing anything that doesn't pass my boundaries, don't be scared to request something!! ༻✧༺

[meesherbeans]

Surprise Delivery

After a morning full of carb loading, Derek flopped down on the couch in his family condo. That run was brutal; this entire process was, really. Sure, he was healthy and doing everything he could to make it, to be accomplished and ensure everyone was proud of it, but truly working toward being a professional athlete was body-breaking. His green eyes slowly shut as he prayed no one could come home. He needed a nap so much…

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Ding-dong!

Pulled from dreams, he jerked awake and accidentally fell off the couch; he completely forgot he’d passed out there. What time was it?! Wait, who was at the door? He groaned, rubbed his sore forearm, and shuffled to the front door. It better not have been a delivery – leaving it at the door was a time-honored tradition, after all!

“…Derek?” Wide green eyes stared up at him in pure shock.

This had to be a dream. There was no way that Lexi would actually be here in front of him right now. Surely, she was at her summer job, not standing here, holding a basket.

Surprise quickly evolved into concern, and she lightly frowned. “Are… you okay? I figured you would be out, so I was gonna… drop this off.” The basket in her hands was gently lifted.

He shook his head and finally snapped out of it, his face lighting up with a genuine smile. “What’re you doing here, gal? I mean, dropping this off, obviously, but… you came all the way over here?”

She shyly nodded, her face turning light pink. “I… yeah. I need to get back to work, but I wanted to bring this over for you. In case it’s helpful while you’re training.” She lifted both hands to offer the basket to him.

Their fingers briefly brushed when he grasped the handle, and he hoped that his face didn’t look as warm as it felt. “You didn’t have to do that, Lexi. But thank you all the same; you’re so amazing.”

It was her turn to shake her head, bashful as always. She was so cute.

“Well, you are! And nothing will change my mind.” Derek grinned, boyish and charming in one fell swoop. “Did you want to come in? Wait, no. Duh. Sorry, you have to get back to work. Do you want me to walk you there?”

Lexi bit her lower lip briefly, mulling over his question, but she shook her head. “Thanks, but it’s okay. You should rest! It’s a lot of hard work, what you’re doing. And you’re gonna make it, I know it.”

The way her eyes shone with pride made him want to run another lap and hide in a hole simultaneously. She really believed in him, and it was humbling. Derek nodded. “I mean, yeah, it’s… a lot sometimes, but I’m fine! Don’t worry about me. You get back to work, okay? You can text me when you’re done if you want. I always like hearing about your day.”

Stop rambling, Suárez, and let the poor lady go.

He cleared his throat and scratched the back of his neck. “Thanks again, though. Your food’s always so good.”

“You’re too nice. And you’re welcome!” she chirped, looking adorably pleased at the compliment even as she deflected it.

They awkwardly stood there for a long moment, trying to figure out how to say goodbye. Lexi finally broke the tension with a meek wave. “I’ll text you later, then.”

Derek chuckled and nodded. “Yeah, sounds good. Talk to you later, Lexi!”

Her sweet smile was the last thing he saw before she quietly walked down the hallway to the elevators.

He gently closed the door, leaned his forehead against it, and sighed, frustrated. Why was time never on his side? One day, he’d tell her how he felt. Hopefully it wouldn’t be too late…

The basket was set on the coffee table, and he plopped down on the couch, curious to see what she had baked for him this time. Once the cloth was untied and he peered in, he couldn’t help but laugh hollowly as he recounted how much of it he had eaten for breakfast.

“…Bread. It had to be bread.”

[c0sm1c-c01nc1dence]

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Welcome! Before you send in any requests, let’s go over a few things, shall we?

Requests are: CLOSED! :(

Fandoms I currently write for (masterlists will be linked once they’re made):

- The Owl House

- Amphibia

- Oxenfree

- Beacon Pines

- Kipo and the Age of Wonderbeasts

- Killer Frequency

- Night in the Woods

- I Was a Teenage Exocolonist

- Our Life

What I WILL write:

- Platonic or romantic asks (though this depends on the character)

- Polyamorous relationships

- Themes involving mental health, anxiety, etc.

- Multiple character headcanons/drabbles

- AUs

- Readers of any gender

- Mildly suggestive themes

- Yanderes (preferably the less extreme kind, but I’m flexible)

- Character x character, though this is primarily an x reader blog

- Crossovers

- Headcanons, drabbles, oneshots, songfics, or multi-part fics

- Anon asks

- Prompt based asks

What I WON’T write:

- Smut of any kind

- Pedophelia, incest, rape/non-con, beastiality, abuse, the usual (I’m fine mentioning it, if it’s happened in the canon)

- Ships that directly go against canon, like a lesbian x male reader

- Extreme violence

- Certain Owl House characters (Belos, Odalia, Kikimora)

- Really anything else that makes me uncomfortable

Once your request is submitted, I’ll get to work on writing it as soon as I can! But keep in mind that it may take a while for it to be completed. Please be patient with me, and do not spam me to finish your request.

All that being said, you can get to reading if you’d like! Or, if you have a request that doesn’t violate any of the rules above, feel free to send it in! Drink water, take medicine if you’re supposed to, take some time to relax, and I hope you have a good day :D

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[earthphoenixstories]

Let’s talk Every Season After, Depression, and Not Writing

I’m forever grateful for my writing buddies. Anytime they feel some kinda way about their abilities, or the craft in general I always want to lift them up and support them and in doing so, I unlock my own issues and why they’re happening. Giving advice is always easier than taking your own I guess.

As anyone who reads my blog may know by now, November is a rough month for me. On top of the Big Sadness there’s birthdays (mine and an aunt I was close to who has sadly passed) and then it’s the usual Christmas rush. Maybe starting an upload schedule in November was a bad idea.

I still have a good 30k words written for the fic, but there in lies the problem. While I was writing I kept pushing away a question. “Is this alright to do? Retelling the main story like this?”

The answer, I think, it’s yes. Obviously it’s ok. No one is going to turn up and tell me to stop. But still, the doubt lingered and then while working on the ‘Baxter chapters’ I came to a grinding halt. Writing was difficult. Playing the game for inspiration wasn’t helping.

And then the excuses to not write started and now it’s the middle of January and I’ve written less than 500 words all month.

That is wildly off my normal pace. Even though I told myself I wasn’t going to focus on the word count as much this year, I still find myself worrying about it. I haven’t made much progress in my original writing either. Lots of ideas and backstories but nothing of substance.

I have a half written, mildly alright opening chapter. That’s not all that impressive for a little over 2 weeks work.

Taking a break hasn’t helped. Instead of writing I’ve been playing Stardew Valley. Yes, it’s fun, but I could also spend that time being productive.

Whatever this current mindset is, it’s time to snap the fuck out if it and start writing. Properly.

Writing is haaard man.