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hii can you do prompt 33 for cove

Prompt 33: Oh God. If only you knew the things I'd do for you

Character: Cove Holden

Takes place: Step 3

Relationship: Best friends who are unknowingly in love with each other

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You weren't scheduled to go to work, so you decided to have a lazy morning. The only thing on your list to do today was pick up Liz from the airport. Your mother being unavailable and Liz refusing to get a taxi. That's at least what she said, you knew she wasn't as stuck up as her younger self, she was just looking to spend some time with her sibling. Relaxing into the couch, taking bites of your breakfast before you were interrupted by your phone blowing up.

Nonchalantly you pick it up and begin to read the messages. It took one or two before you were rushing around the house getting ready for work.

Weeks before you'd agreed to take someone else's shift. And now you were late to said shift. Some people may have just passed it on but this coworker had already taken a shift of yours, you owed it to them to hold your side of the bargain.

With keys in hand you hurriedly left the house and reached your car.

With your stress and focus on getting to work you missed the tall ,sea foamed haired boy you called your best friend approaching your house. But as you got to the driver's seat you saw his reflection in the window. As you tried to unlock your car, you questioned the man

" what's up"

He could tell it was a rushed question, and from what he could see he was confident

" well I wanted to see if you wanted to do something before you have to pick up liz"

You had forgotten about that while stressing about work. Dropping your keys from the shock. You quickly recover, grabbing the key, and fiddling with the lock again. You didn't hold back your frustration, verbally expressing yourself.

" I agreed to take a shift, and its uggg-its too late to back out, but I won't be back in time to- these stupid keys I swear- to pick Liz up. I can't mess up this badly."

" let me help"

Cove held out his palm, asking for the keys. He wasn't just going to take them but he was more clear minded and thought it would be easier for him to do.

You accepted and dropped the keys in his hand. You moved aside for cove to work on the lock, within seconds he had the door open for you.

" I'll get Liz."

" What no, cove I'll figure something else out."

" I got it"

"Cove! You should enjoy your day off. It's too much. I can't let you do it."

"Oh God. If only you knew the things I'd do f9r you, then you'd realize that this is nothing. Please let me help you , I don't like seeing you stress out."

Cove said the first part like what he was saying was obvious, like it was just another fact. But to you it was more, it made your cheeks warm. He must not realize how romantic his words could be.

" You gotta get going"

You gave a small chuckle as you climbed into your car. You hoped your current bashful state wasn't obvious to him. He closed the door for you. Before he started to walk back to his house. Quickly you rolled your window down.

" thanks cove"

He simply gave you a thumbs up. You rolled up your window and drove away.

No matter how far you drove. How busy work got. Your mind was stuck on that street. Stuck on those words cove spoke so calmly. It was a moment that made you question his feelings for you. Maybe he also wanted to be more than friends… just maybe.

u were looking for prompts soooo… cove step 3 with a sick reader 🤲

In this cove is mc boyfriend.

First sick fic I've written.

Like most my stuff not proofread or beta read so let me know if yall see any errors

Hope yall like it

Staying in bed was your mom's prescription for your flu. It wasn't a hard task to follow, as your body did not feel up to do more. Your small trash can was full of used kleenex. Your bedside table had a little empty medicine cup along with a Gatorade bottle and a water bottle.

You were miserable. Laying there , your brain felt slow. You hated being sick, and who gets sick in the summer.

Your self loathing is cut off but a quick series of knocks.

You brain rushes as you realize the window is unlocked and in second Cove would be coming out or well in through your window

You try to be quick, but the flu slows you down. Before you know it he's in your room.

You stumble out of bed and try to push him away

" what- "

Confused by your slightly aggressive approach, Cove questions you. Yet he doesn't retreat as you basically fall on him.

" you can't be here Cove"

Your voice sounding strange and naselly because of the congestion in your nose

"Why?"

A blunt response. It sort of warmed your heart to hear Cove be Cove.

"I'm sick, I don't want you to get sick."

Cove helps you back to your bed.

" I don't mind, if I get to spend time with you"

You become visible upset

" I care though."

Coves face distorts , his classic scowl. He was clearly some form of sad, probably disappointed. But either way he just nodded and began to leave

" ok"

And he was gone.

Though you were the one so adamant about him not being here, but him listening to you wasn't something you weren't prepared for. It was a little hurtful. Which made you feel bad, it wasn't his fault. And yet it still hurts.

And yet with the flu it was still easy to fall asleep. It was like the only thing you could do.

You wake up groggy, a knock coming from your door. It was the same pattern as the one that comes to your window almost every day. Cove. It felt deja vu.

You gave an answer, a small quiet grunt , but Cove heard it. He entered , you sat up in your bed , and with blurry vision you looked at Cove. And all you saw was a greenish blue color…. But It wasn't his hair. After blinking a little you're able to see a blue mask Covering his face.

"Can I- I'm protected so it should be fine?"

He was cations but as soon as you gave him the go ahead. His excitement fills his expression, even if all you could see was his eyes and those squiggles he had for eyebrows.

Yet excited he was careful

" I brought soup- from the store. I mean it's still warm. I promise I could ev-"

" it's okay Cove"

His body calms down a significant amount. He started to get himself comfortable. Not wanting to cross a boundary, he sits on your rolling office chair. He sets down the store bags he had on the floor, except for the bag that is only holding a container of soup. He set the container on your desk before he looks around, then at you

" I - I don't have a bowl… or a spoon."

His face says sorry to him. No words needed. Before you could offer a solution he jumps up and begins rushing out of your room, shakingly explaining himself

"No. I've got this ill- don't worry. Stay there."

And then he's gone,but this time you just smile at his antics.

You listen closely as you hear your mom's laugh at Cove , rushing around the kitchen, you hear drawers being harshly opened and closed.

Eventually you hear footsteps running up the stairs but before he enters your room again there's a pause. When he enters he's 'calm'

" got it"

You hide your little chuckle, understand this is how he wants you to see him while you're sick. He wants to be the calm, helpful boyfriend.

He sets up the soup, even making sure it is not too hot or cold for you. When it is ready he slowly cares it over to you, he literally looks like he's walking on a tightrope with how stead he moves.

" thanks Cove"

" yeah it's no problem"

Then he sat back on the office chair. He doesn't seem to know what to do next as you take a couple sips of your soup, which you now realize is your favorite. Cove takes a couple looks around your room, as if trying to find something unfamiliar. When he doesn't find anything on the walls or shelves , he looks to the ground. He makes a ' ohhh yeah' face when he sees the bags he brought. Once again he's excited to share.

" I got some other thing"

He starts pulling out a colorful box of fruit snacks

" I got these- not for now, it's not really good to have sweets when you're sick but- well if you really want it- it can't hurt that much. But I actually bought it because I saw it and remembered how much you loved them."

He put them to the side before moving on to the next thing

" I got Gatorade and uhm some water but- well I see you have some already. But this is a different flavor. I mean I have that one too- I got a couple flavors, and don't worry if you don't want or finish them i'll take them. They're good for exercise too."

"I'll take one right now"

Cove's eyes brighten up knowing he did something right. You set down your soup and he hands you the bottle.

He grabs the last thing, he himself seems a little confused by the item before he flips it around to see the front

" oh, this is like a little puzzle game, it was in that check out area and I grabbed it."

He tore the wrap off and moved to your bed, kneeling as he started to show you how it worked

" I thought it was a good time consumer. I know you could use your phone or something but i mean, when i'm sick I get headaches looking at a screen so I figured"

He motioned the item

" here , give it a try"

You take the item and begin exploring how the pieces work. Then you start trying to solve it. Cove watches over you, he makes noises almost every move you make, you can tell when he agrees and when he disagrees with a pieces place. After five minutes you can tell he's itching to do more than watch.

" Cove"

He looks at you confused why you stopped

" would you, join me"

You scout over in your bed, he clearly wants to jump at the opportunity but he stops himself

" Are you sure?"

You smile

" I think cuddles are exactly what I need"

Cove has no problem listening as he climbs into your bed. You weren't lying when you said you wanted to cuddle but you had other motives, this angle made it easier for Cove to play with the puzzle himself. You hand it to him , and begin to snuggle into his chest

" I'm starting to get a bit tired. Could I just.."

"Of course!"

You smiled at his excitement. As your eyes droop. You quietly say one last thing.

" If it's uncomfortable, you don't have to wear the mask, we're already cuddling. I'm not sure it'll do much at this point."

You figured the mask would bother Cove's sensory issues a bit and honestly you knew that even if he got a little sick he wouldn't hold you accountable.

Cove didn't say anything, but you could feel the relief in his chest as he shifted and removed the mask. Once settled again, he slowly left a lingering kiss on your temple.

I hate you

Fanfic based on Our Life: Beginnings and Always, Baxter DLC

1999 words

Tw for drinking cursing and it is slightly suggestive towards the end

A drunken confession fic

Fueled with hate and alcohol, you arrive at Baxter's place. And everything he does pushes you towards the truth.

Stumbling through the hall you found the apartment you were looking for. With both hands, you steady yourself. You fake a stance you believe shines " totally sober" before you knock on the door.

It doesn't take too long before Baxter opens the door, he's wearing a silky white and black pajama set that fits him so well you assume it has been tailored. You focus on his body, and the set does a phenomenal job highlighting his physical assets. His slender waist flows perfectly to his lean chest which leads to his beautiful shoulders. That's when you see his face. Watching as it shifts from a confused look to a smug smirk.

"And may I ask why you are here?"

You answer quickly.

Or at least you believe you did. In reality, you gawked a little longer before slowly pushing yourself inside, while saying.

"You owe me a drink."

Baxter stepped aside to allow you in and closed the door. He didn't miss your unsteady steps or the smell of alcohol on you.

"Is that so"

You take a seat at the inland. Baxter makes his way around to be across from you, standing. You avoid eye contact as you confidently reply.

"Yep."

He chuckles a little, it fills your ears and then your heart. You know it's fondness but you must hate him. So you pretend the love in your heart is rage. Scoffing and keeping your eyes focused on something else.

" Why is that?"

You think or try to. Your brain is slowed by the alcohol, and baxters arms. He was resting them on the countertop, his hands as beautiful as you remembered and his forearms just slightly buff, you wondered what it felt like, to squeeze,  to be squeezed by them. How it would feel to be held both softly and roughly by them. Your thoughts are interrupted by Baxter answering his own question after he figured you weren't going to answer.

" Would it be because the bar you were at may have cut you off?"

In disbelief of the correct accusation, you make eye contact with him. Loudly claiming he's wrong.

" Then I must assume you're here because you wanted to see me."

Your breathing halts a little, those brown. eyes captivate you, there's so much hope behind them. You could almost fall for it. But the color was still all so familiar. It was still Baxter. The man who, with his brown eyes, stared into your soul and tore your heart apart. 

You want to start yelling at him, force him to apologize, to cry, even to deny the truth. You just wanted a reaction. 

Instead, you sit as he fills a glass of water and sets it in front of you. 

Not right in front of you. 

It's like he's trying to avoid offending you.

Or avoiding getting too close.

But you can't tell which because of your dissociated state, and because he's always been quite good at hiding how he feels.

A small bubble of anger filled in your stomach but you held it down. 

You would not embarrass yourself more.

So you reached for the glass.

You failed to take a sip, spilling a decent amount on yourself.

When you looked up for help.

Baxter was on his phone.

Paying you no attention.

Even when he talked to you, he just stared at his phone.

“ Is there someone I should call for you, or I guess you have a list I could call, so it's more about your preference.”

And for some reason, that's what caused your anger to burst.

Cause why would you show up at his door if you wanted someone else to take care of you.

You wanted him.

Even if you couldn't admit it.

Abruptly you stood up, hands gripping the counter.

" I hate you! You know that! You have to know that! Even if you’re beautiful and handsome, it doesn't change how much I hate you. I can't stand to look at you and your big stupid chocolate eyes. It's nauseating. Why did you have to become even hotter? I hate it. It was easy to hate you when I couldn't see you but now you're right in front of me, showing off your amazing body and perfect arms. And I hate you and I hate how much I want to kiss you and you hate that I'm here and that you don't care!"

You breathe heavily after your confession. Your energy suddenly plummeting. Your eyes release tears as you can't hold them back anymore. 

Your tears blur your vision, but you feel a gentle, hesitant pair of hands on your arms. You let them guide you to the living room and seat you down.

" I do care."

It wasn't defensive like you were half expected.

To him, it was just a fact. 

" I care for so many reasons. I care because you're drunk and it worries me. I care because you're upset and I don't know what to do. I care because I'm the reason you're upset. I care because I'm only making it worse. I care because I never stopped. "

He was sitting next to you, but allowed distance, yet your hands found each other.

"Seeing you at the restaurant was my worst nightmare and my dream came true."

He was hesitant but after a few deep breaths, Baxter mustered all his confidence. He moved from off the couch to kneeling in front of you. He took both your hands.

" I hate myself. I can't say for sure I hate myself more than you hate me.  Though I know I've regretted that night, more than I can ever put into words. So just…"

He leaned in, the smell of his cologne was faint but it was all you could focus on. But then your hand was sandwiched between Baxter's chest and hands. His pulse could be felt from both.

His heart raced.

And without words, you could feel it. 

The love.

The hurt.

The pain. 

The regret.

The begging. 

It was all on the table.

His heart was in your hand.

He was once in this position. 

Years ago, when you begged him to try.

That's all you wanted was to know you were worth fighting for.

When your heart was in his, he crushed it to dust.

And now that you had the opportunity to do the same.

You couldn't.

Part of you screamed at yourself when you pulled him in. When you held him, held him to heal him, held him like he was yours.

But a much larger part of yourself felt complete. 

And relief.

So much relief you cried and giggled in this tender hug.

It confused Baxter as he pulled out of the hug.

But not away.

He adjusted, his hand holding your face.

“ Are you- what's going on?”

His eyes are so big and sad, concerned.

At least till he caught your eyes, though blurred with tears he could tell you were  full of glee

Soon his face lit up the same, the sad look turned to a smile, which turned to a laugh.

A laugh you found to be your favorite sound.

And every negative thought you had about this man floated away.

When the laughing stopped, he looked into your eyes. 

His eyes filled with sparkle once again.

“I never stopped loving you. I locked it all away, locked you out. I thought it was the safest option. Maybe it was. I thought I was protecting both of us from disaster. Maybe it will be a disaster But these past years, without you. Being without isn't worth it. I want to be with you, to try. Even if it ends in us hating each other, let's love each other for as long as we can?”

A full smile was locked on his face, but you could still see his anxiety in his body language.

You leaned toward him, initiating the kiss.

Your hands find his shirt, pulling him closer.

He laughs into the kiss before moving his hand down to your neck.

He bites at your lip before keeping the kiss.

He's practically on top of you. 

His knee between your legs, your neck craned up for the kiss.

His hands mirror each other as they caress your skin from your neck, down your shoulders and arms.

When he gets to your hands he takes hold of them, backing up and lifting you off the couch so you are both standing.

You push further into the kiss, but he pulls away.

A small bubble of fear builds in you.

“Before you get the wrong idea, dear, I'm stopping because I don't want our first time to be while you're not completely in control.”

One of his hands moves from your hand to your face, gently holding it as his thumb softly grazes your skin.

“I'm just kissing you, you perv.”

You joke before moving in for another kiss.

He kisses you back before pushing you away. 

“ It is just kissing, but I'd like to remain a gentleman but your tongue in my mouth is infecting my mind, coercing me further.”

You reach for his shirt again, wanting to pull him in again.

Before you can accomplish your goal he spins you around. And wraps his arms around you. 

He leans into the crook of your neck and whispers.

“ I want the time we spend together,  on my bed, against a wall, in the shower, over the counter or anywhere else you'd allow me to devour you. I've dreamed of nights where I would have you, where you'd have me, the years of temptation have my restrictions thin. What keeps me, and my hand away from your body, away from bringing you all the pleasure you deserve, to prove that forgiving me was worth it. What keeps me away is knowing your mind is intoxicated by alcohol, I want to be the only thing intoxicating you.”

Your breathing becomes labored as you take in everything this man is saying. You can't help but agree with him. As much as your body craves him now, your mind pleads for the day Baxter takes you with passion, and you want to be able to recall that moment.

“Take me to bed, Baxter.”

His arms relax from your body, his hand finding your arms, sweetly caressing them

“Of course my love”

Maybe you imagined those words but if you didn't you prayed to hear him say it again, and if he never did, you hoped you'd be able to remember the way those words sounded in his voice.

He took your hand and led you to his room. He treated you like royalty as he ensured you were comfortable, as he tucked you in.

“Would you like me to join you?”

You blushed at the respectful question. You knew if you told him no he'd listen with a smile. 

“Please”

He was so pretty when pleased, but before he climbed in he spoke again.

“Could I -”

His face flushed slightly as he cleared his throat.

“My Apologies. How would you feel about me holding you .”

You thought it was cute how nervous he was to ask about something far less scandalous than what he was telling you mere minutes ago. You know to him these sweet innocent moments were harder for him.

“No need for the apologies Baxter, get in and cuddle me.”

He let out a short laugh, it seemed to be so easy for him, and that's what he wanted. 

So he did as you said. Climbing in, nervously finding a comfortable way to hold you. Settling on the classic spoon, his hand laying over your waist. There was an awkward gap between your bodies, so you took the liberty of closing it. He stiffened a bit but soon he was able to relax into you. After years of regret, hate, and yearning the two of you found what you wanted, falling asleep peacefully in each other's arms.

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Cove and Clementine from stages 1-4!!

(keep in mind i do not have any of the DLCs im just silly) separate info on each step to be added !!!

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summer 2011 was a good one :)

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Lost in the mall… (1/2)

▀▄▀▄▀▄His Jealous Heart▄▀▄▀▄▀ (𝚏𝚎𝚖!𝙼𝙲)

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛'𝚜 𝙸𝚗𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚍𝚎𝚍: 𝙲𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝙷𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝙱𝚊𝚡𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚍 (𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚍) 𝙻𝚎𝚎 𝙻𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝙽𝚘𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚒 𝙻𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝙴𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚑 𝙻𝚊𝚜𝚝 (𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚍) 𝙼𝙲 𝙻𝚊𝚜𝚝 (𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝙾𝙻:𝙱&𝙰) 𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝:

Sticking with the canon Step 3 ages, so both MC and Cove are 18. Making the MC demiromantic for this one for plot purposes, but please know that this doesn't make her straight or gay.

(𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚍 𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗)

Sunset Bird was known to have many tourists during the summer due to it's beautiful beaches, scenary and the temporary lavish lifestyles everyone wants to have at least once in there lifes- living in a villa on the coast side is the American dream after all. However for some- that very dream was a reality. This was true for two specific families- the Last family and the Holden family. Sure one was more recent then the other- but that doesn't mean the kids who grew up side by side cared about that symantic.

Everyone knew who MC Last and Cove Holden were- the two love struck kids who have grown up closer than most, the two kids who were now 18 and openly in a relationship with each other. The two were made for each other, people would say- they technically aren't wrong. But every relationship has it's ups and downs, especially at this moment.

This was the third time Cove had gotten upset this summer, the third time he was upset at MC- his girlfriend. He had caught them hanging out with Baxter, alone. He was jealous, of course he was. His girlfriend. Alone. With a flirt. The thought upset him, especially since they were alone on the beach- no sign of anyone else around. Sure it was common for that side of the beach to be relatively empty since it was so close to the residental area, but still- the two should've broughten someone else with them.

"Cove I swear we weren't doing anything! We literally just ran into each other on the beach and chose to hang out, it wasn't planned! I would've invited you to go with me, but you were busy today with your dad's shop!" MC defended herself, but Cove wasn't listening- not properly anyways. "So? You could've brought Lee or any of our friends with you! You have to understand what it looks like to see your girlfriend with another guy, alone!" He replied without thinking, silently accusing her of cheating- his own insecurities blinding him.

"Are you serious right now Cove?" MC started, visibly hurt by the accusation. "I'd never do that in a thousand years, you should know that by now! I'm allowed to have other friends and I don't feel that way towards him! We just met him not even a month ago Cove! You remember how long it took me to fall for you? Years Cove. Years. Not a couple of days. And it hurts that you think I'd let someone I barely know take me away from you." she said, tears in the edges of their eyes. She was on the brink of crying- and that's when he realized just how stupid he was being.

"I-" he started, before being cut off by the girl in front of him. "No. Stop. Just. Leave me alone. I need some space." she said before walking away- going home, leaving the boy standing on his own outside of his doorway. As her front door closed across the street everything just clicked in his head- he had completely let it slip from his thoughts, MC is something called demiromantic. Aka a person who doesn't feel romantic attraction quickly, a person who needs a genuine connection to be able to feel romantic love towards another person. He screwed up, and he knew it.

Dejectedly, he turned to go inside- where he'd reflect on the big mistake he just made, trying to figure out how he could apologize to MC and how to make it up to her.

(𝙼𝙲'𝚜 𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎)

I went up to my room, shutting the door quietly- sliding my back down against it until I was sitting on the floor as tears slowly escaped my eyes. I love him, of course I do- but sometimes...sometimes he says the wrong things. Quietly I cried for- I don't know how long, before being interupted by a few sets of gentle knocks. The pattern was Lee's. "Lee? How was the mall with Liz?" I said, getting up slowly- trying to make it less obvious I had just been crying.

"MC...let me in please." she said softly, obviously she knew I was crying- why wouldn't she? We've been best friends since she was born. Shamefully I opened the door, just enough for her to enter the room before closing it behind her. Lee looked at me with sympathy, sitting on my bed before opening her arms and offering me a small smile. Quickly I rushed to hug her tightly, knocking us both over- her back to the bed as she played with my hair carefully.

"What happened? Why are you crying?" she asked, her voice softer then the white poppies outside on the hill. She always knew when I needed her, I don't know how- but she always does. Just like a moment earlier this summer when I found out about my parents- about their accident. "Me and Cove faught. Again. He thought I was cheating on him with Baxter." I explained quietly into her shoulder- tears rolling down my cheeks slowly.

She gasped softly, her hand haulting it's movements through my hair. "Aren't you demiromantic? He knows that right?" she asked before her hand contiued to move through my hair, slowly detangling the hairs. I nodded into her shoulder, hugging her just slightly tighter- not wanting to hurt the shorter girl. "He loves you y'know that right? Cove is- he just gets lost in his emotions sometimes. Like the times he tried running away from home, trying to get back to his mom." she says, making me laugh lightly. Remembering the first time we met, and then that very same summer trying to run away with him- getting caught at the Sunset Bird sign.

"I know, but that doesn't stop the hurt y'know? I love him with my whole heart, hell I've been thinking about proposing to him now that we've graduated- but it's times like this that make it difficult." I explained, slowly moving to let her go- wiping my eyes as we both sat up. "Y'know- maybe you two need something like that. Like a promise ring or something. A cerficiation that the love you share is endless, something physical you both can look at when having doubts or far away from each other." My cousin smartly suggested, my eyes widened and I grinned- the idea becoming something increditably pleasing to me. "Y'know what? Let's go talk to Ma about going back to the mail really quick, she'll most likely want to come with- but that promise ring thing is very tempting."

Lee grinned and stood up, dragging me up as well with an enthusiastic nod. "I'll go ask her, you clean yourself up!" she said before rushing out of the room- excited to be going back to the mall. I smile softly before going to my mirror to make myself look I hadn't just been crying- so I don't raise any concern from Ma or Liz.

Once I was ready I went down stairs, seeing Lee and Ma sitting at the bar counter chatting- waiting for me. "Alright let's go."

(𝚃𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚙)

I stood at the poppy hill, looking down at my phone- I had just sent a text to Cove to meet me here. My leg was shaking due to nerves, which only elevated when I heard his heavy, rushed footsteps approaching the tree I stood behind. I put away my phone before revealing myself- I was more dressed up than before- this moment was important. But I froze when I saw Cove standing there wearing a dress shirt- holding a bouquet of my favorite flowers. He blushed brightly, seeing we both had dressed up for this.

"MC. Before you say anything I just want to say I am so sorry for accussing you of something so stupid earlier. I know you love me, and I love you just as much- but what I said was super uncalled for. I hope you can take these flowers and forgive me." He said, holding the flowers out to me- to which I took delicately, a blush blooming across my cheeks. "Cove- my sweet boy. I'm not mad at you, I know you can get lost in your emotions- just as I can. We're all human, we make mistakes. I forgive you, but please- hold onto these for a second alright?" I said, handing him back the flowers- pulling out an easily hidden box from my pocket.

"I spoke with Lee earlier, she gave me a really good idea." I started, him looking at me confusedly- tilting his head to the side a bit. I put the box in his line of sight, holding up- between the two of us, making him gasp. "This isn't a proposal, but a promise. A promise to love you to the ends of the Earth. A promise to never let something pull me from you. A promise between us that we will communicate better with each other. And a promise that I will someday marry you." I say slowly, tears bulbing in the corners of his eyes as he brought a hand to his mouth- covering his grin.

"Will you make this promise with me?" I finish, opening the box to reveal two necklaces. One had a white poppy charm and the other had my favorite flower charm- it was expensive, but worth it. He stood there shocked, but I waited patiently for him- like I always have. "Yes." he said quietly, nodding slowly- tears slipping from his eyes. In the distance I hear several people whoop and cheer, looking towards my house I see both mine and Cove's families there- watching us like a telenovela.

Cove put down the flowers and grabbed my hands shakily- closing the box for the mean time. He grinned shakily, it was obvious what he wanted at this moment, and I happily gave it to him. I pulled him closer and kissed him softly, pulling apart slowly and putting our noses together. "I love you MC. So much." he muttered. "I love you too Cove. Forever and always." I say quietly, not parting from the current closeness between us- enjoying the gentle and love filled embrace.

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 1,706

Hello! Hows it goin? Do you have any college headcanons for Cove and MC (from Our Life: B&A) because I would think they would've attended college at the same location if they could knowing how connected at the hip they always are.

Okay- hear me out. Cove? He doesn't seem the type to go to college. BEFORE YOU LEAVE- LET ME EXPLAIN!

Cove is the type who'd sneak onto campus to see you if you live there, but he's already got his life ahead of him- with his work with ORCA, helping his dad at the shop, going to see his mom frequently, ectara.

"Why would I want to do more school?" Is the vibe I get from him, but like I said before- he's the kind that'd sneak onto campus with flowers and your favorite snacks just to see you.

His constant need to be beside you results in you both falling asleep on call, or him driving out to see you and being walked in on while cuddling (or more-) by your dormmate.

Might do a college AU one-shot if someone asks for it, cause like- imagine a super overworked MC calling Cove and him rushing to your side. (Pardon the hopeless romantic in me is swooning.)

Cove: Did you have to stab Jermey?

MC: You weren't there. You didn't hear what he said to me.

Cove: What'd he say?

MC: "What are you gonna do, stab me?"

Cove: Okay that's fair.

MC (Zenith): I can't believe I kissed him...

MC (Atlas): Can't be worse then when me and my lover(s) first kissed.

MC (Zenith): Didn't you thank them?

MC (Atlas): I thanked them.

Purple = Our Life: Now & Forever

Blue = Our Life: Beginnings & Always

Lifetime Memories

(My OL:B&A + OL:N&F OCs [Picture at bottom])

"Y'know- it's kind of odd how similar we are too each other, don't you think?" Zenith brought up, changing their clothing into something Atlas had picked out- the two decided to swap styles, just for fun. "I mean, I guess? But like- it's not all that strange if I'm completely honest." Atlas replies, already dressed in a teal and gray, baggy alien top with a tank top beneath it plus a pair of leggings- comfortable clothes.

"Oh? How come?" Zenith asked, coming out from their closet- wearing a snug, black, sleeveless turtle neck and a pair of ripped blue jeans. "I mean- I believe in soulmates and twin flames. Both platonic and romantic ones. It's entirely possible that we could be one of those pairings, two halves of one whole- y'know?" Atlas explained, leading Zenith out of their house and towards the beach- the sun was setting and they both wanted to stargaze that evening since Cove was out with his mom who had swung by for a visit.

"Maybe... or your just my doppelganger." Zenith suggested playfully, both of them laughing at prospect. "I'm really glad Baxter dragged me with him on this trip, I miss Autumn and Tamarack for sure, but I definetely needed this. Plus I got to meet you, so it's a double win!" Atlas said with a smile, their eyebags from when they arrived gone- replaced with their now more visible freckles. The sun always had a nack at exposing those.

Out of seemingly nowhere Zenith sprinted away, towards a stall selling oddly shaped and colored sunglasses- they bought two pairs before sprinting back to Atlas' side. "What are those for?" they asked, noticing the glasses in Zenith's hands. With slight force Zenith pushed a pair of circular, orange shades into Atlas' hands. "Put them on! I wanna take a photo with each other before you leave next week! If we don't do it now- then who knows when we'll get the next opportunity!" Zenith said, slipping on a teal pair of star shaped glasses. Atlas laughed loudly, slipping them on and pulling out their phone. "Alright. Alright! C'mere then!"

They turn their backs to the setting sun while on the shoreline, before snapping a picture together. Truely it was a summer they'd both remember for a lifetime.

𝕆𝕦𝕣 𝕃𝕚𝕗𝕖: 𝔹𝕖𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 & 𝔸𝕝𝕨𝕒𝕪𝕤

ᴄᴏᴠᴇ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ - 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝙹𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 (𝚏𝚎𝚖!𝙼𝙲)

ʙᴀxᴛᴇʀ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ - 𝙽𝚘𝚗𝚎

ᴅᴇʀᴇᴋ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ - 𝙽𝚘𝚗𝚎

ɴᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇꜱᴛ - 𝙽𝚘𝚗𝚎