#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.

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[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...

[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.

[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..

[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"

[newtsdaisies]

Hi all! I'm probably posting chapter 11 of Snow on the Beach later today, but I had a few ideas for one-shots and I'd like to do one as a little pallette cleanser for myself before starting on the next chapter.

What interests you guys the most? :3

[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!)

[fuzzedma]

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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!! ༻✧༺

[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.

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Hey, it's just occurred to me that I should pin something on my blog so here, I'll just set this right here.

I currently have 5 works, 4 still in progress. If you like MHA, MHA Vigilantes, Our Life and FMA, I've got you!

The New Year has given me a lot of motivation to write, especially for Vigilantes so that's something to look forward to!

I hope you enjoy my works! :)

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Oceans Wonder

Tags/Warnings:

• NBhuman!MC x Merman!Cove

• Fluff/Platonic

Word Count:

1,106

Authors note:

First time writing an actual fic and publishing it so constructive criticism and all kinds of feedback is deeply appreciated!! 🙏 There may be spelling errors, let me know if I've misspelled anything. It may be a bit confusing considering I'm using they/them pronouns for both characters, it just seems fitting until MC finds out Coves gender. Enjoy <3

Summary:

Ever since MC could remember, they've always loved the sea, which made sense considering they lived right next to it. One thing they loved about the sea was the unless wonders it had, one of those endless wonders being merfolk! They swear they've seen specks of one every now and then and would visit the beach every morning, afternoon and evening to try and catch an actual view of one in all its beauty. But one day, they were too ill to go out and had to stay home for a couple days. Once they got better, they went down to the beach and saw an unfamiliar face among the calm ocean they've known all their life.

Ever since MC could think, and even before that, they always loved the sea. Having lived by it all their life, it simply became a part of them. The best thing about the grand ocean was the stories one could come up with just by looking at it. The glimpse of a piece of wood could easily be connected to an old, wrecked ship or an underwater treasure chest that was broken open by gold thirsty pirates! But MC's favourite stories were the ones that talked about merfolk living among the coral reefs and ocean floor. Sometimes, they'd occasionally see the shine of a sparkly tail late at night, or maybe it was just their imagination. Regardless, it was always an exciting thought.

Every day from the morning to the evening, MC would spend their time by the ocean. They would go out there to enjoy the salty breeze and feel the cool, clear water rush over their feet. But what they hoped for the most when going down there was to see something, anything that would confirm their suspicions of mermaids existing. 

Everyday they came up short, so many times you'd think they'd give up but there was this burning certainty that maybe, just maybe if they checked one more time, they might see one! 

This went on until one summer, they caught a terrible fever, rendering them bedridden for days. Their mom's weren't going to let them go out when they were so under the weather and urged them to rest, focus on getting better. MC would stare at the ceiling, their thoughts continuous. They began to think about their obsession with finding some sort of clue that merfolk were in fact real, and if it was really worth all the time they spent. When you have nothing to do, all you can do is think. "One more time" they thought. One last time they'd check. And if nothing came up, it was time to call it there. But first they had to get over their fever.

A few days passed before they were able to be up and about Sunset Bird once again, but at least they were better at all. It was around the evening when MC went out to the beach again, after so many days away it felt refreshing to be back. The warm summer breeze brushed softly against their skin as they walked along the sandy shore, humming an unfamiliar song as they looked out along the distant water. 

Maybe there wasn't anything out there, maybe it was time to grow up. 

Just then, the glistening water dissipated as a mop of wet, sea green hair came into view and a set of shining blue eyes looked in their direction. They were just barely peeking over before coming up enough so their shoulders would be just over the water. It was.. a person? Who would swim this late in the evening? Maybe they should leave them alone. But something was off. There was something different about them, something people didn't usually have. 

Under the glow of the now rising moon, MC made out scales along their cheeks that lead back to their ears, which were a strange shape, and a completely different colour from their skin. Their skin was a warm, tan brown while their ears were a blueish-green and looked to be webbed in a way. Not to mention they had slits along the sides of their neck which looked to be gills. There's no way that was make-up, it would have to be super water resistant. 

MC stood there quietly, subconsciously turning to fully face the person who floated above the translucent water in front of them. They stared back, a curious look in their face which immediately lit up. Their smile was so bright it might've put the sun to shame. 

MC took a step forward, suddenly drawn to the individual before they quickly went back under the water, startling MC. Had they scared them? Were they coming back? Was that what they thought it was?! Were merfolk.. real?! They started to jump up and down, throwing their arms in the air as they rejoiced. They were real! They saw a real mermaid! Merman? Mer..individual? Whoever it was, they were real! 

Or at least, they thought they were. Sudden doubt started to wash over them. What if they were still under the weather and it was their brain playing tricks on them. Maybe it wasn't a good idea to make such certain conclusions when it's too dark to really be sure. Now they were back to square one. 

Just then, the same person came back up again but they were a little closer this time, their features were so much easier to see now. MC jumped back, causing the person to flinch and dip down enough in the water to only have their eyes and up visible. There was a second, a heart beat of silence before MC slowly shifted their position to more comfortably stand and lifted their dominant hand to offer a small wave, hoping to show they were friendly. This was so surreal they almost thought they were dreaming and even considered pinching themself. 

Feeling a bit more confident, they came up a little more out of the water and mimicked MC's hand movement with a small smile, clearly excited for some reason. 

"What's your name?" MC asked quietly, so quietly it could be considered a whisper. They didn't know if Merfolk could even understand English, there were so many different stories that told them so many different things. Some said Merfolk had their own language, some said they spoke and understood English, some even said they didn't speak at all. Today was the day they could confirm these claims.

MC walked a little closer and this time, the person didn't move, they stayed put. They held their hand out, as if approaching a stray cat they didn't want running away. Their new.. friend? tilted their head, a bit confused and again copied their hand movement, lifting their hand back up to follow what they were doing. Soon the motion caused their hands to touch, like the slowest high five ever and kind of just stayed there. Upon closer inspection, they looked like a guy, if so, they were the prettiest guy they'd ever seen. Their eyelashes were long and their nails looked so well kept and clean, which was surprising considering they literally came from the ocean. 

"Cove, I'm Cove" Cove? It was fitting, they looked like the personification of a cove or lagoon, it made sense. 

"I'm MC, it's nice to meet you, Cove" 

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School of Not-Me’s

TW: none, really

Notes: FUCK I MADE THE ,POST BUT TUMBLR DECIDED TO BE SILLY GOOFY AND KILL ITSELF AND I DIDNT GET TO SAVE this is a story about cove and autism and its based on a fanart i saw on twitter and its been on my ao3 for a while OKAY BYE

Synopsis: It didn’t help that he wasn’t all that great at understanding other people. It didn’t help that he often saw things in his own way. And it certainly didn’t help that he was constantly wondering why no one else thought the way he did about things.

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He was probably different.

Cove sort of dwelled on the idea for a bit, but couldn’t stay stuck on it for long. 

He already moved on to other things. Like his shoes, for example. They were uncomfortable. Way too uncomfortable. He couldn’t wait to get them off his feet.

They were new shoes. His neighbor called it a good 18th birthday gift. He felt obligated to wear them. He didn’t get what was so special about an 18th birthday. They were the same as 17th birthdays, or 16th birthdays. His classmates gave their happy birthdays to him like they did every other birthday. The shoes didn’t feel any nicer just because he was 18 now. In fact, they felt suffocating. Cove didn’t like shoes anyways.

He thought that maybe it was the same for everyone else. That, you know, his neighbor was the weird one, treating his 18th birthday as something special. But for some reason, people were congratulating him more than usual. Even his teachers would tell him happy birthday when he went to hand in his homework. That never happened. 

Being 18 couldn’t be that special. 

By the time he got home, he had been given extra food in the cafeteria by his friends, greetings from people he didn’t even talk to, and small congratulations’ from teachers he barely knew. Sure, the attention didn’t feel that bad, and he could never turn down free food from friends, but something about it felt weird. 

The thing is, Cove couldn’t understand what was so special about it. He could take what was given to him, but it was like holding a bomb and he didn’t know when it would blow. It felt like vital information was being withheld from him on purpose. It started to eat at him.

“What’s so special about being 18, anyways?”

His dad chuckled as the sounds of chopping echoed through the kitchen.

“Well, son, you’re an adult now. Most people would find that something to celebrate.”

“Is that really so important that you need to celebrate it?”

Cove took the cutting board from his dad’s hands, scraping the vegetables into the bowl.

“Well, I think it’s a wonderful thing to celebrate. It’s a new stage in your life. Maybe now it’s pretty uneventful, but someday you’ll think that it really was as important as people made it out to be.”

Cove furrowed his brow, not getting any closer to an answer he could understand.

After dinner, Cove found himself at the beach, where he usually went. He wasn’t upset or angry or anything - he was mostly just confused. Nothing about it all made sense. I mean, sure, being an adult was great and all, but was celebrating it that big of a deal? 

And never mind the celebrating thing, what was so great about becoming an adult anyways? Cove felt like he’d been waiting for it his whole life - people kept telling him that becoming an adult was the greatest feeling in the world, like he’d feel freedom that he’d never feel before or something. But by the time he turned 18, he didn’t know what kind of feeling he was looking for. No one had actually bothered to tell him what that “special feeling” felt like, only that he’d know it when the time came. But how did they know? And how did they know that he knew?

Before he knew it, Cove was already waist-deep in the ocean water. He blinked in surprise, having realized that he never actually took off his clothes. It meant he’d have to walk into the house soaked.

Well, what else was new?

Figuring that he was already wet enough, he kept wading in the water.

Relating things to his interests were what kept him focused and interested. He sort of imagined the school like an ocean, kind of like the “school of fish” terminology. Everyone sort of blended in together into chunks of people around him, all functioning about the same. He felt like a different kind of fish compared to the rest, so it took a lot more out of him to blend in. He tried, he really did, but sometimes it felt like people could still point him out amongst the rest of the people. He didn’t know whether that was a good thing or a bad thing.

He ducked underwater, feeling his whole body get engulfed in the water. The water felt cool on his skin, and he couldn’t feel his clothes being wet at all. It was satisfying. It felt nice. Cove opened his eyes then, pleasantly greeted with the view of the ocean. He didn’t swim too far out, but just enough that he could see small fish in the distance, swimming around without a care in the world. He imagined his classmates there, swimming in their chunks of synchronicity with a colorful fish like him at the center. Sure, it felt self centered to imagine himself as different, but from far back enough, they’d all look like the same fish.

A school of not-me’s, that’s what he called it. And dead center of that school of not-me’s was him. “Me”.

Of course, Cove was only human, so he had to come up to the air to breathe. He sighed, feeling the grains of sand that already had made their way into places they shouldn’t be, feeling his wet shirt stick to his skin. Obviously, now he had to go change. 

A voice in the distance reminded him of where he was, and as he turned he began to think that maybe he wasn’t entirely alone in that school of not-me’s. That there weren’t one, but two very colorful fish, keeping eachother company amongst the synchronized schools.

The one person who had stuck by him from the beginning was there too. The pop of color in his otherwise duller world, at least that’s who they were when he was 8. The buyer and gifter of those shoes, which served their purpose as a reasonable gift to give to an 18 year old. The second colorful fish. His other half.

The day was over. And amongst those “not-me’s” swam a colorful “me,” beautifully different and perfectly content with being 18 and colorful.