#b holden

[milaswriting]

Teasing Firsts

⇢ you, B, banter & a first date.

Happy birthday to my darling B! I’ve never loved another werewolf more <3 and thanks so much for being my comfort character asdfghjkl.

I wrote this whilst travelling back home from the Netherlands, so I hope you enjoy it.

B’s cool, calm and carefree approach to many things in life is something they’re always commended for. Their heart of gold, their lack of anxiety, their ability to put others at ease amongst a load of other things.

So, the simple concept of a date with you shouldn’t make them feel so on edge. But it does. B remembers casually asking you out, with a smile on their face and a hammering heart — they almost talked themselves out of asking. Prepared to hear a rejection and console themselves afterwards, but that never came.

Instead, after a confident leap, you said yes without hesitation.

And they’re thankful. Truly. B’s excited, there’s a skip in their step. But the nerves are bubbling. It can be shown by the state of their bedroom. Their wardrobe is all over it. Literally.

Shirts. Trousers. Gold jewellery. Sunglasses. It’s as though their bed isn’t even visible under it all.

Standing shirtless, B gazes at the mess around them before clicking their tongue. “Shit then,” they murmur, and their thoughts would still be on their outfit if their phone hadn’t started ringing.

They scramble to it, all whilst flinging a pair of socks over their shoulder.

“Hello,” B says after swiping across.

“Hi,” you reply in a cheerful tone.

You.

B can’t help but let a smile press across their lips. “Hi,” they reiterate before pulling the phone from their ear and checking the time. They haven’t got long at all. In fact, they’re running late.

Fuck.

“I’m almost ready,” they say, their tone of voice a little more high-pitched.

“Uh-huh,” you utter back with a laugh. “Try again, B,” you add with a smile.

They raise a brow. “Should I be concerned that you picked up on that so quickly?”

You snort. “Maybe I just know you so well,” you murmur before positioning yourself to feel more comfortable. “So what’s up?”

B clears their throat and takes a seat at the edge of their bed. “I just don’t know what to wear.”

“Hm, we’re going out to eat, so something casual,” you say. “Whatever you usually wear. The two of us have been out before.”

B taps the speaker button on their phone. “But we haven’t been on a date before.” They inhale a short breath, wondering whether they’ve misread this whole thing and this isn’t a date at all.

“True,” you say, your voice ringing out in B’s bedroom. “But that makes our date, and future ones, exciting.”

B smirks. “Oh, future dates?”

“If you play your cards right,” you utter, and B can hear the teasing smile in your voice. “But, seriously, you look good in everything.”

B stands and picks up a necklace before wrapping their fingers around it. “Throwing out compliments before our date’s even started, aren’t I lucky?”

“Of course you are,” you say confidently. “You’re about to go out with me.”

B nods. “I can’t deny that.” Their words trail off as they glance at their hopeful outfit. “Are you ready?”

“Why? Are you trying to colour coordinate?”

“Are you into that?” B banters back, genuinely curious about your answer.

“I’m into you,” you utter quickly.

“Oo, very smooth. I’m rubbing off on you.” A little laugh escapes B but they’d be lying if they said your teasing phrase wasn’t music to their ears. “I think I’ve found an outfit.”

“You have?” you ask. “Go on, FaceTime me and show me.”

They begin to slip on their shirt. “Where’s the fun in that? You know I like to compliment you when I’m looking at you.” B pauses. “And before you say the smart-ass thing like, ‘it’s FaceTime, you will be looking at me’, I mean when I’m looking at you in person.”

You snort. “Aw, you beat me to it.”

This bit is nice for B. It’s easy when the two of bounce off each other like this, when there are no supernatural worries to contend with. When B can show the much happier version of themselves without the fear of their supernatural side causing a sudden burst of fatigue.

“Do you want me to get off the phone so you can finish?” you question.

“Uh,” B begins as their trousers go on next, “you don’t have to. I’m almost done and…”

You tilt your head. “And…?”

“Just,” B breathes out, beginning to realise what they’re about to say. And maybe they’re saying it too soon, but they’ve already started. “I like hearing your voice.”

It’s said in such a soft and serious tone that you almost don’t catch it, that you almost don’t believe the words that have fallen from their mouth.

“But if you ever find my voice annoying, you’ll tell me?”

B lets out a humourless chuckle. “God, I’d never find you annoying,” they murmur softly as they slip an earring into their earlobe.

“What was that?”

B clears their throat. “Nothing,” they mutter quickly, wanting to keep the words to themselves for a moment longer. They look in the mirror, and it takes almost a minute, but they finally get the wave of satisfaction they’re looking for. “Are you ready too? I’ll come and get you.”

“No need,” you chuckle. “I’m outside your door.”

B smirks. “Stalker.”

“Last time I checked, you were the one who was supposed to be monitoring me when you got sent out to Lehsa.”

“Hm, fair point.” B suddenly finds themselves sauntering towards the front door. They pull it open and the sight of you takes their breath away. “You look..” they trail off, tongue-tied in the best way. “Wow.”

You can’t help but smile. Though you’ve been speaking on the phone, actually being face to face with B is different. It’s heartwarming, comforting, pulls you in so much that a mere date probably wouldn’t be enough for the night.

“I wouldn’t even be able to tell you spent so long stressing about what to wear,” you say playfully. “And I mean that as a compliment.”

B laughs. “You’re a charmer.”

“I do try.” Despite all this teasing being carefree and fun, being only friends with B is practically long gone from your mind at this point. “Ready to show me what a B Holden date looks like?”

They smile. “Oh, of course.” They close the door behind them and join you in the corridor.

The two of you aren’t far away from each other. In fact, if you both started leaning in, your lips would be pressed together.

You’ve both taken note of that. It’s hard not to when you’re looking at each other like that.

“One question,” B breathes out.

“Yeah?”

“What are your rules when it comes to kissing on a first date?”

[forcedfemme-me]

Amanda Holden by John Stoddart

[xxcathartistxx]

Belated birthday art for my leap year baby, Rowin (2/29)

They had very lonely birthdays till Cove showed up

8th vs 28th

But at least it really put Liz into big sister mode

Also, their kids’ names are Sora ⬅️ (braids) and Saylor ➡️ (forehead-kun)

Our life belongs to @gb-patch

[secondstar-acorn]

[ace-beef]

SUPER FRIENDS!! Also loosing my mind that we technically got THREE songs from Holy Musical B@man

[smartsxylacyy]

[thelikesoffinn]

I just played the full OL2 Demo with the early step 2 glimpses.

Qiu is getting somewhat feisty.

I fucking love it.

Don't get me wrong, I love OL1 a fuck ton but damn those teens were all incredibly well adjusted and well behaved. It was nice, but I'm a slut for good, realistic conflict. A slut I say!

(Also, the jealousy? Epic. 10/10.)

[michaelholdenenjoyer]

HEAR ME OUT 😫😫😫 solitaire coraline au

[anzulvr]

OUR LIFE BEGINNINGS AND ALWAYS // SPOILERS FOR THE DLCS IN STEP 2 for both Cove and Derek!

In which two friends like their other best friend.

COVE / DEREK X READER (head cannons might make a oneshot 🤞🤞)

— reaction

Cove is kinda confused, he never really expected Derek to like you in that way, he never really got any signs (Derek was trying to hide it) but he wouldn’t be upset or anything. You’re all friends in the end, besides Derek was being considerate trying to hide his feelings for everyone else’s sake.

Chalks it up to “Well who wouldn’t like MC?”

(Final warning for Derek dlc spoilers!!)

Derek has always been aware of Coves crush since it’s super obvious to everyone. In his DLC if you tell him you thought he was cute he admits his first impression of you was that you are cute too! So I think after he hangs out with you and Cove for the first time he realizes early on that Cove already likes you so he’d just try to act like nothing but the more you hang out the harder ignoring his feelings get. Derek’s reaction to Cove finding that out that he likes you would be worried cause he doesn’t want to make anything weird. Cove wouldn’t throw their friendship away just cause he’s got a crush on you. Derek would go down a spiral of “what if Cove hates me.” “What if they both never speak to me again.” So just make sure he knows you’re not going to ghost him over this😭

more in cut!!

Extra hcs for u!!🫶🫶

How would people figure out both derek and cove like you?

ft — Mr Holden, Moms, Elizabeth, Lee, Kyra! In that order!!

Derek was over for lunch with everyone and at the table it was just too obvious. They knew Cove liked you but they hadn’t really payed mind to how Derek acted until then. Cove still would have been completely oblivious to it. At home Mr. Holden would say something like “so, you have competition huh sport?” with zero context and wouldn’t further explain when coves all lost. Cliff decides not to break it to him💀Maybee if it comes up sometime he’d give cove advice like in the soirée DLC where he makes him to bring you a flower! He’d always be up to help out cove but cove would be too embarrassed to ask😭

For the moms they’d just tease you how they do with cove and they’d also just mess with Derek in the same manner. Probably not around Cove so he wouldn’t catch on😭 when they’re feeling out of pocket they’ll say something to you both like “I wonder what has him all nervous” once derek is out the room and just laugh while shushing eachother.

Elizabeth canonically knows and she doesn’t care who hears her when she says things lmfaoo

it’s not super regular she hangs out with you since she does her own thing but I feel like she’d be down to gossip about it all the time like. “ELIZABETH GUESS WHAT-” and that’s literally the only time she lets you in her room without arguing about knocking or telling you you’re being annoying 😭

Lee knows every detail she’s so invested lowkey she’d instigate just a little but nothing comes out of it because it’s Cove and Derek. You can’t leave this girl in a room with one of them because she’ll say somethingg 😓

“Hey Cove, didn’t derek ditch soccer’s practice to hang out with [MC]? It’s so unusual of him huh? To willingly SKIP a day to hang out with them..”

“Not really? I think it’s nice, he needs breaks once in a while.”

And then when Lee gets Derek alone for like 5 minutes;

“Hey Derek- do you think [MC] and Cove are cute?”

“Huh? Oh- well yeah [MC] is has the prettiest eyes and they’re so cool and funny and amazing- Coves a awesome guy too but I’m not interested like that ya know?”

“I meant cute.. like together. ”

“Oh. ”

Kyra time!! She’s the bestt

She noticed your little love triangle in that one trip to the mall while she was spying on all of you. The little drink share?? Derek blushing when you snuck up on him and Cove too freaked out to let you drink his smoothie?? She almost got caught by cove when he heard her laugh but he just wrote it off as him hearing things.

She TRIES to help Cove take you places because he drags you to the beach every other day 😭 like “Hey babyyy, you’re not hanging out with [MC] today?”

“Not today, they’re out helping Derek with his brothers today.”

“Oh alright, maybe tomorrow? I can take you two out some place? Maybe the tropical place again.”

“yeah I guess? I’ll ask them if they can later! Thanks mom.”

[filtharchives]

a sfw piece! finally! yippee! happy new year!

four parts total, mostly short aside from the third 

summary: cove x reader - you presented as your secondary sex and now you and cove have to cope; just small moments in the omegaverse

tags: sfw, fem/afab reader, omega!reader, alpha!cove, omegaverse, minor implications of predatory behavior towards reader, slight reimagination of the intro to Step 3, kind of possessive cove (very minor tho), blood mention (during bond marking), not edited lol i don’t do that lmk if i missed any tags tho

at fourteen years old, you figured you got the hang of the whole ‘puberty’ thing—or at least understood it enough to live with it. of course, you weren’t done with new changes, according to your parents and your middle school health teacher. you still had to present, which would come sooner or later by now.

it came sooner rather than later. you went to bed feeling a little weird but woke up this morning feeling normal again, only to run into your sister on the way to the bathroom and for her to freeze in her tracks and stare at you in surprise for a moment as she sniffs the air. 

“oh, hey. you’re an omega. congrats,” she’d said before quickly entering the bathroom and locking you out as she went about her morning routine.

despite elizabeth’s lackluster reaction, your moms were much more enthusiastic about your presentation, and your ma even taught you how to nest, bringing you to now. 

you’re waiting on cove’s bed while he digs through his closet, looking for things to give you for your first nest, as per your request. he was incredibly flustered when you asked and the blush on his face still hasn’t quite gone away. 

“is a blanket okay?” cove asks, holding one up and avoiding eye contact. 

“ma says that when people give their omega stuff for their nest, it’s usually used clothes,” you say matter-of-factly, pretending not to notice cove’s flinch when you say ‘their omega’. “cause it still has their scent and stuff on it.”

“w-why do you even want my stuff anyways?” cove asks shyly, putting the blanket back.

“ma said that for younger omegas who don’t have mates, their nest usually has stuff from their family and friends, and you and i are best friends, so i need your stuff too.” 

cove nods in understanding, a little less embarrassed now, but only enough to look up at you from his place on the floor. 

“alright, then. so… wanna look through my laundry basket?” he chuckles a bit, finding the proposition a little weird. you giggle as well but nod, scooting up the bed and out of the way as cove grabs his laundry basket and dumps its contents across his sheets. you grab one of the shirts and sniff, feeling butterflies in your stomach. you don’t even notice you’re smiling as you do, and cove doesn’t have the guts to point it out, instead electing to turn away and pick out another shirt for you. 

you put the two shirts to the side and return your attention to the laundry pile, a small snort escaping you before you can cover your face. 

“what’s up?” cove asks, raising a brow. you snicker and point to a spot in the pile, where a few of cove’s underwear are visible. cove let’s out an embarrassed sound and quickly grabs at them, throwing them back into his laundry basket. he tosses one more shirt your way before clearing the rest of the laundry off the bed. “i think that’s enough!” his voice cracks at the end but you decide to be merciful and ignore it, thanking him for the clothes instead and asking if he wants to come over and see your work-in-progress nest. 

when you return to school after summer–your first day of high school!--cove anxiously sticks by you as you both wave goodbye to mr. holden before he drives off to his shop. after you presented, his father told him to look out for you–a young omega is a target for new and seasoned alphas alike–and even if you would only be on school grounds for majority of the day, anywhere that wasn’t sunset bird suddenly made cove hyper-aware of how others looked at you; especially upperclassmen alphas. it didn’t help that he was a late bloomer who still hasn’t presented yet, as it made him feel like a younger kid who wouldn’t be able to defend you if need be, despite his height and athletic build. 

the two of you hang around outside the school building, not wanting to overwhelm your nose with the amount of presented alphas and omegas within before it was time. cove sympathized with you, as even without presenting, his nose had always been pretty keen and for some reason he had a weird feeling in his gut since he woke up this morning. still, even waiting outside hardly comforts him as he watches alphas look at you as they pass by or sit outside. cove holds your hand–whether for your sake or his is debatable–and groans when the bell rings, warning students they have five minutes to get to class. 

“do we have to go?” he practically whines as the others outside make their way into the building. 

“we don’t wanna be late on the first day,” you say, chuckling at his behavior. 

“we’re freshmen–we can just tell them we got lost,” he shrugs. despite that, he relents and stands from his seat along with you. he puts both hands on your shoulders and looks you in the eyes. “text me if anything happens, okay? if anyone makes you uncomfortable or anything, i’ll come over, even if i’m in class.” you don’t doubt he would–he’s your best friend and didn’t care too much about school so long as he passed. 

“alright,” you nod. cove hesitates for a moment before pulling you into a hug and you can feel how worried he is to be apart from you in such a big, new school and your perceived vulnerability. if only you had the same schedules, but unfortunately, your counselors didn’t get the memo that you two were a package deal. 

cove gives you another squeeze as you hug him back and suddenly something catches your nose, making you sniff a few times. led by your senses, you bury your nose into the side of cove’s neck, making him yelp and pull back in surprise. 

“what are you doing?” he squeaks out. you don’t have the mind to be embarrassed as you look up at him in surprise. 

“cove,” you say with wide eyes. “i think you just presented. i think you’re an alpha.” cove’s eyes match yours. 

“wait- seriously?” he gapes. “wha- how? just now? an alpha.” instead of answering, you pull the collar of your top to your nose and inhale.

“... and i think you just scented me,” you add. cove’s face is pink at that revelation and before he can continue sputtering and apologizing, the second bell rings, meaning the two of you are officially late to your first classes. you grab cove’s arm and all but drag him into the school.

“hey, wait!” cove’s brain catches up and he matches your steps. “uh- what now?”

“now, we go to class,” you say. “we can talk about this all at lunch, but i really don’t wanna be later than we are.” you flash him a grin. “besides, since you’ve scented me, i’m sure no other alpha’s gonna wanna come near me, so that’s good, right?” cove blushes deeper but nods. 

“r-right. yeah. that’s good.” 

cove is beyond delighted to be an alpha. yeah, he wouldn’t have minded being a beta like his mom and his new friend terri, but being an alpha almost guaranteed that he could keep you safe from other alphas just by his scent laying a soft claim on you. 

so, after that first incident, it became routine for you to have cove’s scent on you. even now, in your sophomore year of high school, cove would scent you in the back of his dad’s car on the drive to school. cliff fully supported this morning routine out of concern for how high school alphas would act towards you without this kind of deterrent, even calling cove a ‘good kid’ for looking out for you so heavily. if only he knew cove’s actions were a little less platonic than he let on since the two of you confessed your mutual feelings at 13 (but even without being officially dating yet, cove was pretty sure his dad wouldn’t be surprised). 

summer of 2016 rolled around and now you were with cove on the steps outside his house, waiting for the new tenant(s) of the donnells’ former summer home. finally, the sound of a car grabs your attention, followed by the sight of a taxi turning into the street. 

“this has to be them, right?” cove asks, eyebrows raised. 

“the only people who come out here, live here,” you grin, a chuckle leaving your lips. “it has to be!” 

cove let out a small, surprised “oh” when the taxi door opened, revealing a young man around your age, dressed in black and white with swoopy hair to match.

“hello, folks,” the young man greets with a smooth voice. “who might you be?” 

“um- we’re the neighbors,” cove replies, only slightly recovered from the surprise. the new tenant’s smile grew in a cocky yet non-malicious way. 

“hallelujah,” he says. you and cove share a bewildered look before looking at the young man again, watching as he grabs his suitcase from the taxi and thanks the driver. when he saunters over, you and cove stand up from the steps. 

“i’m baxter ward,” the new neighbor, now known as baxter, says. “it’s excellent to meet you, neighbors.” he turns his attention to you and holds out his hand to shake. feeling no bad vibes from him–a sense of familiarity filling you instead–you hold your arms open for a hug instead, which baxter accepts without missing a beat. 

“welcome to sunset bird, baxter,” you say before introducing yourself. baxter greets you in kind as you both pull away from each other. 

“we’ve met before,” he says, making your boyfriend ask, “what?! when?” baxter continues to smile widely, head tilted slightly to the side as he studies your visage. “it’s embarrassing, but i haven’t remembered that part yet,” he admits with a cordial laugh while cove continues to stare in disbelief. “i’m getting there. don’t tell me. i know you want to, but do not. it’ll come to me.” he sniffs the air from his polite distance, trying to recall where he’s smelled you before, and suddenly recognition appears in his eyes. he announces his revelation with a snap of his fingers. “the cypress, at the summer soiree! of course. mm, that had to have been before any regionals, so, ah, at the time i was about fourteen years old. that makes it… five years ago from now, right?” cove’s mouth fell open. 

“are you kidding me?” your boyfriend asks with a raised eyebrow. “is he serious? did you really meet this guy at that country club five years ago?”

“yeah,” you say with a small, disbelieving smile–a little speechless about said guy being right in front of you again. “i told you about him, remember? the mysterious boy who danced with me that night? lee was all over that story.” cove’s eyes widen a little more, both in surprise and realization. he let’s out another little “oh” before baxter speaks again. 

“it’s good not to forget a face,” he says. “you see, my parents are members of the cypress. they happened to be passing through on a trip across different states when they heard about the event. funnily enough, the entire reason they joined was for the connections they could make with other members there. looks like that perk has finally hit for me too. originally, i thought it was only any good since i could occasionally dance there.”

“dance?” cove asks. 

“yes,” baxter nods. “i’m a ballroom dancer. ah- forgive me. i started talking about myself before you even had the chance to introduce yourself.” he holds out his hand for cove to shake. you see your boyfriend straighten up to his full height–on purpose or not, you can’t tell–as he shakes baxter’s hand, eyeing him carefully. 

“i’m cove,” he says. “i don’t know much about dancing, but that’s pretty cool.” 

“you have a wonderful name,” baxter grins. “dancing isn’t hard once you get the basics down.” cove doesn’t seem convinced, raising a skeptical brow once more. baxter decides to continue with that same cocky grin. “well, if either of you are looking for a partner, i’m available.” cove involuntarily stiffens, instinctively pulling you closer by the waist. 

“i already have a partner,” he says, relaxing as you lean into his side with a hand on his torso. “(y/n) is the only one i’d wanna dance with. she’s my girlfriend."

“you’re both together?” baxter asks with only a little surprise.

“yeah, we are,” you confirm with a soft smile. 

“now that’s crushing; but makes sense,” he says with a small chuckle. “i got here too late. should’ve taken a semester off sooner.” cove’s smile flattens out and his eyes narrow at his new neighbor. you can’t help but snort at the sudden flare-up of his scent, lightly patting your hand on his chest. on the other hand, baxter looks unoffended, instead offering another apologetic smile. “that’s a joke,” he clarifies. “really, i didn’t mean to intrude on anything you have with the offer.” cove reels in control of his scent, placated. 

“i’ll take you up on that offer sometime,” you chirp with a cheeky smile, giggling to yourself as cove rolls his eyes with an exasperated smirk and a huff through his nose at your agreement coming right after his refusal. 

“i really am qualified to give lessons,” baxter says, looking at cove for his blessing. 

“yeah, it’s fine,” cove relents, playfully pinching your side. “so, um. what made you decide on sunset bird?” 

“oh, yes,” baxter nods, taking in the question. “well, my parents rented a condo so i had a place to stay while i’m off for a semester from college and not living in the dorms.” there’s a playful glint in his eyes as he continues. “ideally, they wanted to send me somewhere that wasn’t too exciting, but, lucky for me, they picked the wrong street. considering the two of you live here.” baxter then preemptively lifts his hands up in front of his chest, giving the gesture for meaning no harm. “it’s nice not to be the only one my age around the neighborhood for an entire summer, nothing more.” 

“you could’ve phrased it like that in the first place,” cove sighs. 

“i don't feel the need to keep words of praise to myself, but they’re not romantic come-ons,” baxter explains. “i see that you two are very much a committed pair. i’d like to be friends, if we can. but that’s all.” 

“it’s… okay,” cove says with a small smile, an attempt at friendliness. on the other hand, you can’t help but grin. 

“i’m finding it pretty entertaining.” baxter laughs at that, due to your own amusement or the difference in how you and your beloved receive him you don’t know.

“glad we’re working things out,” he says. shifting his weight to his other foot, baxter tries to move forward. “so, which condo is yours? how long have you been living together?” 

“oh- no!” cove sputters again, making you laugh. “we’re… we’re both your neighbors, but we live in different houses with our parents.” the two of you point to your homes directly across the street from each other with your free hands. 

“you’re neighbors who started dating?” baxter asks with wide eyes before sighing with a sort of satisfied smile. “what a couple of lovebirds. you’re the backbone of romantic society! honestly, i hope you never break up. if you can make it work, there might be a chance for the rest of us.” cove sighs in exasperation despite the bit of amusement on his face. baxter continues, “well, if either of you are free, i’d be thrilled to hang out this summer, but we can save the schedule talk for later. goodbye for today.” he gives you both a small nod and a dazzling smile. you and cove both give your “bye”s and the newcomer turns around to go to his new, temporary home with his belongings. 

with him out of the scene, coves lets out a long breath. 

“well,” he says, looking at you with a tired smile. “i don’t know how i’m gonna explain that guy to my dad.” you burst into a fit of laughter trying to imagine the conversation. “at least the job is done. we saw the new neighbor, and now we can go meet up with terri and miranda.”

“yeah, we should get going,” you nod. as you and cove start to walk up the street, you feel him give your waist another squeeze, his arm not having left you at all since he first placed it. 

“don’t think i’ve forgotten about how much of a brat you were just a minute ago,” he smirks. “i’ll pay you back eventually.” 

“i have no clue what you’re talking about,” you snicker, only for cove to stop walking and pull you into his chest, both arms now wrapped around you. he holds you in a tight embrace as he takes his time rubbing the sides of his neck against yours. 

“i should’ve scented you the moment you crossed the street,” you hear him mutter, making you snort at his protectiveness–or is it possessiveness? either way, you can’t say you hate it when you tilt your head to give him easier access. miranda and terri may have to wait a little longer. 

it’s a week after your shared heat/rut that cove decides to bring it up. the two of you have been engaged for some time now and he feels like he might just burst. 

“you want to bond?” you repeat, a little slack-jawed. “now?”

“yes,” he nods firmly despite the apprehensive look on his face and the awkward squirming in his seat. “not unless you do, of course. but i’ve been thinking about it a lot these past few months, even before we got engaged, and… a-and it was all i could think about doing during- …during my rut.” his face goes even redder at that admission but he forces himself to maintain eye contact with you. “we’re already engaged and honestly… i don’t wanna wait until after the wedding. i wanna be yours, forever, now.” you can’t help the blush that creeps up your neck nor  the way your heart pounds, just like you can’t help the smile that spreads on your lips. 

“okay,” you breathe out softly, as if not trying to scare your fiancé. “okay. i wanna bond too. i’m ready.” 

“r-really?!” cove squeaks out, surprised you agreed so soon. “are you sure?” you chuckle, nodding. 

“yup. positive,” you affirm with a smile. “do you wanna go first?” cove gulps as you run a hand through your hair, slightly moving it away from your neck. you bite your lip to keep from laughing when you see the look on his face: eyes wide and focused on your neck while his mouth is slightly open, maybe even close to drooling. 

without even responding, cove leans towards you, his strong arms simultaneously pulling you into his lap. he looks you in the eyes again and without a trace of doubt on your face, he smiles shyly before opening his mouth and going right for your closest scent gland. you wince and let out a whimper as you feel his teeth sink in, but you know it has to be done–the bite needs to be strong enough to bleed in order to leave a proper mark. cove gently rubs over your back when he feels you wince, a silent apology for the pain as he gently releases your neck and laps up the drops of blood that remain. 

“you did so good,” he says softly, licking and kissing at the new mark on your neck. you meet his eyes for a moment to see the tears welling up, your softie alpha crumbling at how permanent your intertwined lives have become, before he returns to burying his face in your neck and soothing the purposeful wound. “thank you.” 

“don’t thank me yet,” you muse, running a hand through his seafoam locks. “i still have to mark you.” 

“i know,” he says with a watery chuckle. “and i’ll thank you again after that. just… in a moment. just let me finish with the blood. i don’t like seeing you hurt, even if it’s for this. but thank you for trusting me to do this. for wanting to be with me forever and stuff. for being with me all this time.” 

“you’re always thanking me,” you laugh, now just as watery as his voice. “you did the same thing during the proposal.” 

“i know,” he repeats, looking at you with a smile despite the tears now falling down his cheeks. “i just have a lot to be thankful for when it comes to you. and i want you to know that. how much i appreciate you and need you and… and love you. i love you so much. and thanks to you, i know it’s not ‘too much’.” 

“i love you too,” you whisper, not trusting your voice to not break if you spoke any louder.

“i know.”

BONUS my omegaverse hcs

alphas: liz, cove, cliff, gregorio, jorge

omegas: noelani, lee, miranda, derek, irene, shiloh

betas: pamela, kyra, terry, baxter, nicolas, jeremy

[unvexes]

fuck you! i’m gonna kick your ass!!

[milaswriting]

hc where mc thinks b's silver aversion is just a style preference and is kinda offended because they think b won't kiss them over colour schemes

B’s the biggest people pleaser so it’d be like “babe, as much as I’d love to kiss you, your silver jewellery will literally burn my skin off.”

[district9and3starkids]

YOU GUYS DON’T UNDERSTAND LIKE I MISSED THEM SO MUCH

[xxcathartistxx]

Happy Birthday, Cove 🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉

Rowin (all pronouns) being dummy strongg is my fav 🫶

Also the caption fits for BOTH of them

Full body:

[teamstarkid-polls]

[hyenarena]

the only difference between the lego batman movie and holy musical b@man is the character thats obsessed with batman throughout it.

also using homestuck quadrants to define relationships in media is just so right and correct and accurate

also batman is bruce wayne’s fursona.