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differenteagletragedy · 5 months

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So yesterday someone requested a swap AU fic with Baxter as the boy who moved across the street, Cove as his friend you met at 13 and Derek as the guy who rented the condo for the summer. I promptly lost my mind, so here is more.

This is the part in Step 3 when everyone goes to the restaurant and Cove tells everyone he's going to get an apartment and he and MC have a moment, except Baxter style.

"Tell your boyfriend to stop fixing his hair and come on, I'm hungry," Liz said impatiently.

"He's not my boyfriend and he has his process," you replied, looking across the street at your best friend's house.

You, Liz, your moms and Lee were all outside, waiting to go to dinner. Baxter had been invited as well, but it seemed he was running a bit late.

As you were pulling out your phone to text him, he finally appeared. He had a troubled expression, but once he saw you and your family already assembled by your mom's car he turned on a practiced smile and jogged over.

"My apologies," he said, coming to a stop by your side. "I won't hold us up any further. Shall we?"

He held his arm up for you to take and Liz snorted, then said, "We'll meet you there."

Baxter, for all his eccentricities that you'd come to know so well in then ten years you'd been friends, fancied himself a bit of a gentleman. He always offered you his arm when walking anywhere, and you always accepted. You'd had a crush on him for years but had always been too nervous to tell him, so being close to him in any capacity was nice.

Tonight felt a bit different though. Usually he gave off a warmth when you were together, a sort of easygoing gentleness that you'd always noticed was reserved only for you, but now he was tense. As you settled in the passenger seat of his car, ready to follow your family to the restaurant, you saw that his shoulders were tense, and his jaw clenched. He wouldn't look at you.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing," he said a little too quickly as he pulled out onto the street. You kept looking at him, and eventually he let out a sigh.

"Family stuff again?" you asked.

"It's miserable there," he responded, keeping his voice low as he always did when he talked about his parents. Being vulnerable was difficult for him, but he was able to manage it with you.

"I'm sorry," you told him, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"It's only gotten worse since I've turned 18," he continued. "It's like all the expectations they've placed on me my entire life should have suddenly manifested as soon as I became an adult, and because they haven't, and they won't, they're taking it out on me."

Baxter's voice got even lower, and there was a pain to it as he added, "It's unbearable."

You tried to comfort him as best you could, but the drive to the tropical place was a short one, and soon he was pulling into a parking space beside your parents. He took a breath, shot you another fake smile, then got out.

After you'd been seated and your orders had been taken, Baxter cleared his throat. The attention turned to him, and he began speaking.

"I have a bit of an announcement," he began. "I've been keeping it to myself until all the details were hammered out, but now I can share: I'll be headed east to start college in the fall. Virginia, to be precise. For a degree in business."

Your mothers were quick to congratulate him -- he'd become like a third child to them, so it was natural they'd be proud. Lee clapped her hands together, and Liz even joined in, but you just stared at him in shock.

You'd talked about your future plans, of course, and you knew Baxter was going to college but you assumed it would be somewhere nearby. Moving across the country was something someone would discuss with their best friend, but he'd kept you completely in the dark. It hurt.

Baxter answered your family's questions and thanked them for their support, but then he turned to you. You shared a look for a moment.

"If you'll excuse me, I believe I'd like to stretch my legs for just a moment before dinner arrives," he said, standing. He looked down to you, and held out his arm. "Care to join me?"

Without a word, you took his arm once again and followed him to the entrance.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner," he said quietly, leaning in to speak to you. "If I'm being honest, I didn't know how."

"So you thought it would have been best to tell me like this? When do you even leave, in a month?"

"Three weeks," he corrected. You scoffed.

"I'm sorry," he repeated, grasping your hands and pulling them up to his chest. "I truly am. If there was a way I could stay, I would, and I have to believe you know that. I don't want to leave you, I need to leave them."

His parents. That was the reason for the cross-country move. He was running away.

There was something about his closeness, his hands gripping yours close to his heart that became too much. You loved him, and he was leaving. And as long as his parents lived in the area, you doubted he'd ever want to come back.

"I have to go," you said, pulling your hands back. He began to say something, but you raised your hand to stop him, then left the restaurant.

You felt tears welling up in your eyes and decided to take a seat in your mom's car to have a moment to yourself. You unlocked the back door with a shaky hand and climbed in, then let everything out.

Baxter had been there for over half your life at this point. His presence was a constant, something you could always count on. You'd spent countless days together, and so many nights after he started sneaking in your window for impromptu sleepovers when he couldn't stand being in his own house anymore. You couldn't imagine things being so different.

After a bit, you steadied your breath and wiped your face. When you felt steady enough, you moved to get out, but then you spotted a flash of black and white illuminated by a streetlight.

There was Baxter, leaning against the trunk of his car, waiting for you.

You couldn't help but smile, and at that moment he turned back and caught your eye. He gave a cautious smile back, then tapped on the window.

"Care for some company?" he asked when you opened the door.

And so he crawled in the backseat with you, and before you could say anything, he had his arms around you, pulling you close to his chest. He laid a kiss on top of your head, then rested his cheek there.

"I'm not going to be gone for good," he told you. "And honestly I'm a little ashamed of myself if I've let you believe you could get rid of me this easily."

"You're going to be on the other side of the continent, Baxter."

"I'll visit you. You'll visit me. We'll have summer breaks." He kissed your head again and pulled you even closer, then said, "It's four years, darling. You're stuck with me for a lifetime."

You snuggled into him, basking in his affection. He wasn't always this sweet, finding it more comfortable to joke and tease, but in moments like these, it was harder not to fall more deeply in love with him.

A few more minutes passed in comfortable silence, then you told him that you'd better get back to the restaurant. He agreed, and you stepped out of the car. Just before you got to the door, he stopped and turned to face you.

"There is one more thing I feel the need to say," he started. "Something I should have told you long ago."

Taking a look at his expression, you got nervous. He was about to tell you something serious. His expression was hard to read, but when you saw his eyes dart down to your lips, you stopped him.

"We better get going," you said, stepping toward the doors. "Maybe we can talk about this another time."

Baxter looked at you a moment longer, swallowed, then smiled.

"Yes. Another time."

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meowzilla93 · 5 months

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Love Language with the Boys!!

I feel like its quite self explanatory in the games but I wanted to explore more into it so

Here is the primary and secondary Love Languages the Boys have!

Derek Suarez

Primary - Acts of Service!

This boy loves and needs someone to just make his life even a fraction easier

You need someone on your side boo? We got you!

Lets start the day

Are you a night owl and sleep in? Well, you made sure to make some snacks and prepare his workout drinks in the fridge the night before – gotta make sure muscle man is eating right and getting his protein

Early bird like he is? Sweet! If you both go to the gym you pack his bag for him as he is getting dressed, or maybe you’ll go ahead and make a quick breakfast for the two of you to get some energy before a work out

Not going to the gym? No issues! You give him a kiss on the cheek and hand him his protein shake as he leaves, then whilst he is gone you can start prepping a good after workout breakfast for him to come back to

Has he got work or meetings he needs to go to afterwards? You could make sure his clothes are ready to go, or maybe the papers he was reading through the night before are packed away into his bag

You’ve got the day off work? Maybe we plan a nice dinner surprise with his favourite meal

Or you order in cause it’s a Friday and its game night (GO TEAM SUAREZ) and you both aren’t getting much sleep that night

Oh you noticed his favourite protein powder is running out? Better put an order in and top it up before he notices (of course he notices, he is absolutely touched!)

Poor boy has gotten sick? You just know he doesn’t want to let that slow him down

Guess what you are doing?

You are one step away from strapping him down to that bed (kinky, but not really HE IS SICK) but he finally relents, so you get to nurse him now

Mama Suarez has told you his favourite go to home remedies to get better, and you make it all! Tea, soups, hot chocolate, you name it

He is going to know what it means to be taken care of

You have Dereks Day! But its not once a year, its once a month

He needs to have one day every 30 days where its just about him and letting him let loose

The Boardwalk is always a winner, but sometimes its just a picnic, or go to the water park, or go to the movies. Whatever he wants to do, its getting done

Secondary – Words of Affirmation!

I swear this man, LIKE ALL THE OTHERS, doesn’t understand when we compliment him or anything

So guess what guys

Daily Affirmation Texts

He really needs these ones

Just a reminder of how amazing he is, that he is kicking goals (pun intended)

That we are so happy to be with him

Just remind him that he matters, because baby, you really do!

Cove Holden

Primary – Quality Time!

So we know how much Cove loves just spending time with us

Its his favourite hobby, pastime, memory, you name it

Oh our favourite resident merman has a new fish?

You are sitting down and letting that man gush about it, telling you all about its species and what the care is going to be for it

You don’t even have to say anything, just sitting there and listening to him is all that matters

Hard day at work?

He just needs to vent to you, same thing. You could even provide tips (im talking like, hit them in the kneecaps advice) to him just to get him to smile and laugh about it

Some think that Quality Time means you need to give each other attention all the time, but not for you two

All he wants is to be in your presence, and you don’t even have to be doing the same thing

You guys have aced Parallel Play

The most important thing is making sure you are within each others vision and you Gucci

He is reading, you could be watching something on your phone

He is cleaning the fish tank, you could be there just listening to music and maybe doing a hobby of your own

He just wants your presence

BE IN HIS PRESENCE

Any time away is torture to him, every Step in the game literally explains that

Secondary – Gift Giving!

Remember how excited he gets over the orange shell? The poppy? The fudges? The windchime?

This man is so ecstatic that you thought of him WHEN HE WASN’T EVEN THERE

And you are giving him something that he would like, and you did it unprompted

Prepare for waterworks

Listen, sometimes you just need to leave it on his pillow to come back to

You got up earlier than him (shocker that one) cause of work, so as you are quietly bustling around getting ready, you leave him a little letter or a present on the pillow next to him

When he finally wakes up and sees it, there are tears, and then there is an urgent call coming your way

Because of course he needs to thank you for it!

Just be prepared that you will get gifts too. That’s his way of showing his love and care too

Baxter Ward

Primary – Physical Touch!

Look, I swear this one is so obvious, but in case it isn’t I will go into HEAVY DETAIL OF WHAT HE LIKES

See he loves being in your presence all the time, but it simply isn’t enough

He needs some part of him touching you, even in a minute way, he just needs it

Driving? You are holding hands, this is a rule

Walking? Holding hands or he has your arm draped on his all gentlemanly like

Sitting together at a function? Somehow you have contact

You could be holding each others hand on the table

Or simply linking fingers, even just the pinky finger (YOU MJST BE TOUCHING)

Linked ankles underneath the table

Pressed up next to each other so your thighs or shoulders are touching whilst talking to others

Home alone and you are sitting on the couch together?

Position A: he is laying his head in your lap, you will brush your fingers through his hair that is the LAW

You could always give him a small head massage, he would love you even more for it

Position B: leaning against each other, watching a movie, he will have his arm wrapped around you and holding you in close, you could hold his hand as well

Position C: You are lying on him. Oh he will be brushing you hair, but say you don’t like that, he is content holding you hand instead

Oh this man is a sucker for hand holding (have you read anything above)

But you know what would make him weak?

Giving him a hand massage. Or just caressing his hand, feeling his fingers, brushing them across his palm. The lot of it

Can say the same about his neck and head; you could just be caressing him, admiring him and his skin and softness and he would 100% be lulled to sleep by it

Or, if you do it the right way, something else entirely would be on the menu (play prawn-hu- gets shot)

He is making dinner for you? Gently hug him from behind

Come home from work? A hug and a kiss is required for this tired man

Is there music playing? Oh a dance is required. Doesn’t have to be fancy, just a chance to hold onto you and sway is enough for him

Kisses – lord this man would accept a kiss any where

Hands, cheeks, chin, nose, shoulders, legs (alright we need to get back on track)

But forehead touches are supreme

Sharing a hug, foreheads pressed together, just being in each other space?

His heart couldn’t be more full

Bedtimes? You would consider yourself lucky if you can untangle yourself from him

You are 100% wrapped up in a Baxter Burrito and you aren’t escaping

But if that’s not your thing, don’t worry he is respectful of that

At this point as long as he can feel your body heat and movement in the bed, he will be content

After all he gets all the touches during the waking hours

Secondary – I Feel like this is almost two, cause He does need Words of Affirmation even though he doesn’t believe in it half the time, but also Quality Time is a big hitter for him...

With Baxter, because he is emotionally stunted, there is only so far you can provide him in words of affirmation before he just doesn’t listen anymore

So these ones need to happen sporadically, and during very important moments

Like when he is really beating himself up, rather than tell him he is wrong, you just need to flip the conversation to be positive

Sometimes you do just need to give him time to process what has happened and let him come back to you to talk, and that’s when you can gently re-affirm the positives with him

Quality Time just links in with Physical Touch

He loves being with you, and just plain talking with you

If you are long distance, he just wants to make every moment count, over the phone or in person

And if you do that back to him, well then you are just the more remarkable person ever

Don’t need to be doing anything fancy, voice calling is just fine

Going for a walk and chatting

Trying a new restaurant when you are both together again

DANCING COME ON

Thank you for reading my TED talk.

A small part of me is sad that Coves is so little, but honestly mans gets so much screen time, the other boys deserve a chance to shine!

cough I do not have a favourite cough

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keenvictory · 2 months

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"Minor possessive talk, mostly he's just a clingy loser" on the Cove drabble got me so good -- could you maybe do something similar for Derek and Baxter?!

Crazy about your writing, tysm for sharing!!!!

Synopsis: Baxter's life is perfectly, aesthetically crafted. Until it isn't. NSFW drabble.

: ̗̀➛ Featured Characters: Baxter Ward x Gn!Reader

̗̀➛ Content Warnings: NSFW, slight possessive language, very very brief angst (i mean, it is baxter)

̗̀➛ Additional notes: Continuing my loser men agenda with Baxter! I will write a separate post for Derek soon, but finishing two things in a row has me antsy to post this one separately. Theres bottom!Baxter if you squint, but i tried to write him as a switch so take it either direction as you will. Mostly he's just a loser who makes sex way too romantic. I love him.

Baxter wouldn't deign to call himself clingy. He was incredibly independent, really. Your relationship had taken a five year break and survived, he was perfectly content by himself.

But that didn't explain the sick thrill he gets having a clingy partner. There is something so delightfully addicting about being wanted. He loved it when he woke up to you wrapped around him, heart thundering when you burrowed closer at even the slightest twitch of movement, like you were scared he'd disappear.

That was where the thread of guilt came in. Of course you had clingy moments, he'd vanished from your life once, could you really trust him not to do it again? What did his word matter, ultimately?

It was hard not to think like that. He knew his own track record with relationships, and he wanted, more then anything, to not fuck up this one too.

It's never easy to chase those thoughts away. And yet you do it so effortlessly, with just the graze of your teeth, the scrape of your nails.

Baxter is putty in your hands when you mark him up during sex. He's obsessed with the way his pale skin looks after its been ravaged by you, admiring the scratch-marks down his back after he's fucked you, or the hickies and love-bites you've scattered across his chest. He'd let you ruin his neck with sweet bruises if it wasn't shockingly unprofessional.

I mean hickies on the wedding planner, on someone else's big day? He feels a shameful tingle of pleasure he can't deny at the thought. Baxter is so put together during the day that he absolutely falls apart at night, guided by your safe and sure hands. He cries, he begs, he sniffles as big, wet tears fill his red eyes. There was some alarm, the first time he cried during sex. The whole ordeal had been put on hold to make sure he was okay, until he'd shamefully and slowly explained to you that yes, he was perfectly fine. So, so good in fact, the tears had sprouted on an especially breathy moan.

And even though he begs so sweetly to leave your mark sometimes you handle him so tenderly and gently it sparks a whole different kind of need inside him. Love-making, he thinks, with his head nestled between you thighs, moaning with every tug of his hair, is a new world of pleasure. Miles beyond just sex.

But his favorite part of it all is the minutes just after. When he stumbles out of your arms to gleefully assess the damage, take in his tear-stained face, the pink hand prints on his hips and ass, his kissed swollen lips. The sight of it all has his spent cock twitching awake.

Just a little more, he thinks, stumbling back over to you. God his legs ache in just the best way. He's already hard again, cum beading at the tip without a care for his carefully crafted, elegant persona.

He pulls you into another kiss, sweet still, before nipping playfully at your ear.

"You've positively ruined me, dear." He purrs, a shiver of glee running through him as your hands find his hips again. "Want to do it again?"

#baxter ward #olba baxter #our life baxter #baxter x mc #baxter x reader #baxter x you #our life beginnings & always #baxter crying during sex is canon to me im sorry #two posts in a row!! wow!!

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a-rat-who-writes · 9 months

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Baxter's Alphabet

This includes NSFW ideas of what Baxter Ward is like during sex or after, please do not read if you are under the age of 18 <3 (Written by Rat #2)

A- Aftercare (What are they like): Baxter is a very gentle person when it comes to aftercare, regardless of whether he was rough just a moment prior. One of his favorite things to do is take you to the bathtub and clean your body for you, making sure he is extra gentle around your sensitive areas. (He always has a candle on a shelf that he lights for this exact occasion.) He isn't one to ask for aftercare himself, but he won't ever tell you not to give him cuddles or to even wash him too.

B- Body Part (Their favorite of their own and yours): His favorite body part of you would have to be your eyes. He is an absolute sucker for eye contact, especially in sensual moments when you want to look away and hide your embarrassment. He loves how your eyes look at every feature of his face, as well as how your eyes give away your emotions so easily to him. His favorite feature of himself would have to be his hands, simply because this mfer is confident as hell in what he can bring to the table with them. Let’s just say that during those 5 years of separation, he tried desperately not to think about you and how much of an effect you had on him, so much so that he went through other women trying to simply forget, gaining skill with his hands and fingers.

C- Cum / Clothes After (Where they do it): Most of the time he is conscious about wearing a condom before doing any sort of sexual activity with you, but on the off chance he isn’t wearing one, he will usually try and have it go over your thighs, or if you okay it, over your breasts.

D- Dirty Secret (A dirty secret or a guilty pleasure during sex): Something he likes is the idea of using a toy inside of you in public. Specifically, he enjoys putting a sort of vibrator in you and then using a remote to change the rhythm or speed of it. He gets immense pleasure just watching you struggle as he turns the speed up higher, especially after your climax.

E- Experience (How experienced are they): Before coming to Sunset Bird, he dated a few women but only ended up having a hookup with one of them. After reuniting with you (a little headcannon), he tried to take his mind off the effect you had on him by going through other women, gaining a lot of skill in the process, and understanding how they react to different things. With you, though, everything feels so much more real and alive, unlike the previous people he was with. Despite knowing what should make you finish quickly, he often has you tell him exactly what you like and how you like it.

F- Favorite Position: Baxter gives G-whiz or reverse Ballet Dancer vibes. For G-whiz, I think he would enjoy being able to fully see you while also having full access to see and touch your chest. You’re fully comfortable in this position, and he loves feeling your back arch while your hips are against him. Now, the reverse Ballet Dancer position isn’t to jab at him for him teasing the MC in the game about him lying about being one, but I think since he has a thing for quickies, this is a good position for him to get you used to and because it’s a little more difficult than the traditional Ballet Dancer position (He also likes this position too). He secretly puts you in this position because he enjoys feeling your butt rock on his abdomen.

G- Goofy (Are they serious at the moment, goofy, nervous, etc.): For the most part, he is pretty in the moment, so he doesn’t tend to laugh unless you are nervous, in which case he will reassure you that he loves the way you sound, feel, or taste, depending on what he is doing.

H- Horny (How horny do they typically get and what gets them turned on.): When you two are near each other, he often likes to be a little possessive of you with his touches, whether it’s out in public and grazing your thigh under a table, at a movie theater and whispering what he wants to do to you, or even when you are hanging out with your friends and he has you sit on his lap instead of in a different seat or cushion. (He only does this to tease you, but if you’re into it, he will fuck you whenever you want him to.) He also has a thing for PDA, so this makes it easy and natural for him.

I- Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantically, do they touch a lot, sensual?): He loves doing little romantic acts before acting on anything, and he is definitely the type of lover to enjoy the physical connection between you two. When you two are having sex, though, he likes holding your hand and rubbing his thumb against it (especially when he eats you out). After you two take off your clothes, he likes to whisper dirty things as he moves his lips down or up the center of your body. Often, he has you put your hand on his cheek when he does this, and he holds it there to create a little bit of extra intimacy before getting to it.

J- Jack off (How often do they?): Often, after you both get together again and you two aren’t by each other, he will spend the early mornings thinking of you, which usually leads him to replay the scenario when you two had sex after Jude and Scott’s wedding. (In-game, this didn’t happen, but it’s a little hc of mine.) He then begins to slowly touch himself, thinking it was you. (He definitely whines and whimpers too. When he has a little extra time, he also edges himself.)

K- Kink (One or more of their kinks): He is a man of multiple kinks, but mainly he likes food play, light bondage, and voyeurism. Since he is a wedding planner, he likes the idea of putting frosting on you and licking it off of your neck or on your inner thighs. He also enjoys the idea of you doing the same thing to him, but he has a kink for doing it more to you. He also enjoys light bondage, not to you– but to himself. A little shocking, but fitting, amirite? He is open to a lot of ideas, but the idea of you doing whatever you want to him (consensually) and him not expecting it adds a hint of thrill to the whole experience for him. He enjoys a good blindfold, which allows him to use his hands to explore your body and try to figure out what your next move will be. (Bonus points if you use tights you were previously wearing to blindfold him.) Now, voyeurism. He likes the idea of using a camera to capture the moment and being able to rewatch it himself or with you when he can. He also LOVES the idea of fucking you in front of a mirror and being able to see you from behind at an angle he wouldn’t be able to see otherwise, or even looking at how much of a mess he is for you in the moment. He is also a bit of an exhibitionist, which I’ll explain more in L.

L- Location (Favorite place to do it; where is it most often?): Since I previously mentioned how Baxter is an exhibitionist, he likes the thrill of doing it outside or where there are windows. He is into the idea of a car, a balcony in a hotel, or even a hot tub. There is something about him that loves the idea of the slow movements in the dark and water and being able to press you against the tile of a pool or hot tub, making the moment all the more sensual since he tends to stay up during the night on weekends.

M- Motivation (What turns them on): He is a sucker for physical touch, so he loves it when the both of you are making out and you begin to trace your fingertips along the outline of his body or when you gently touch the nape of his neck. In moments where you are a bit more confident, he internally goes absolutely crazy when you tease him by licking sugar or just the rim of a glass (Bonus points if it’s a glass he drank out of) for a little bit longer than you should. He is also in love with the idea of eye contact while you do things like this, indirectly teasing him back.

N- NO (What is off-limits, or something they would not do during sex?): Baxter is more of a gentle lover than a rough one, so it is out of the question for him to hit you in any sort of way. Even if you ask him to spank you (yes, spanking even), he hesitates a little before doing it in a respectful and mostly gentle manner. However, he isn’t against choking, unlike Cove, because Baxter knows how to properly cut off the blood circulation without hurting you. He will always make sure you know if he will ever do anything to purposely cause you pain at all (Such as spanking or tugging at your hair) because he is all about communication and establishing boundaries before indulging in any kinks.

O- Oral (How good are they? Do they prefer receiving or giving): Depending on what you prefer, he plays off of that. He is always willing to do whatever you wish, putting your desires a bit before his own, but he will make sure that if he doesn’t get satisfied one way, he will find a way to be in another (consensually, of course). He loves eating you out and watching you as you occasionally play with yourself, or even helping him by rubbing your clit as he sucks underneath and licks around your finger(s) as it / they work. He won’t ever turn down a blowjob or a handjob, though, and he fully enjoys watching you as you take him in your mouth.

P- Pace/Physical (Are they fast and rough? How quickly? Do they like to bruise or give hickeys?) He is head over heels over the idea of you giving him hickeys just above where the collar of his shirt would rest, making him unable to cover it when he goes to work the following day. He in turn also loves giving you soft hickeys along the different parts of your body, whether it's places where he can be more gentle, such as your collarbone or neck, or places where he needs to put more attention, such as your torso, breasts, or inner thighs. When he is with you, he always makes sure to take it slow and at your pace in the beginning before amping it up, whether you take control or not. He enjoys the feeling of pumping himself into you and giving you kisses while he loses himself in the moment.

Q- Quickie (How often and their opinions on this over proper sex): It is difficult for him to say one way or another, but he is more than willing to stop his work day for a couple of minutes if you happen to stop by. He is more of a spontaneous person when it comes to sex, preferring it to just happen rather than to be planned out, so he doesn’t have a specific preference over the other. He enjoys being able to make you finish so quickly, stroking his ego a bit, but he also loves watching you squirm and, over time, build up the sensitivity and all of his movements in one moment for a slow and probably more pleasurable release. He enjoys the feeling of being able to run his hands quickly over your body, and you do the same to him, but he also values the moments where he can have his touch and your taste linger on one another.

R- Risk (Are they willing to do it with others around?): As I’ve mentioned, Baxter has a thing for not only watching the two of you but also involving the risk of being seen or heard by others as well. He is more than willing, and it actually turns him on when you two get steamy in the next room over from other people with the idea in mind that they could hear the two of you. He is also into PDA, not heavily so, but if the time calls for it, he will happily make out with you in front of people regardless of whether they are watching. If you are also into exhibitionist activities, then he will go almost too far and have sex with you in front of people if you aren’t careful about it. If you aren’t into that stuff, he respects it fully, understanding that it isn’t everyone's idea of fun, and he will keep the hand-roaming to a minimum in front of people in heated moments.

S- Stamina (How many rounds and how long are the rounds): Despite how much I’m making him out to be, he is pretty average when it comes to the amount of time he lasts. After he left Sunset Bird, no one else ever made him feel the same, and so whenever you touch him sexually, it always drives him overboard, making him finish much faster when he is with you, no matter the other men or women he has been with. (It’s like he was yours the whole time.)

T- Toy (Do they own some or use it on themselves or their partner): He likes the idea of using toys to spice up your time together. He is a fan of using tiny eggs and ball gags if you are interested in that. He won’t usually bring it up initially because he is very confident in the idea that he can make you cum quickly or overstimulate you, but he also likes the idea of watching you struggle and shudder as a toy is inside you.

U- Unfair (How much they like to tease or get teased): He absolutely loves teasing you and watching you squirm when in the bedroom. It’s a huge turn-on for him, and he loves the look you have in your eye when you submit to him. Just as it is fair, though, you also tease him occasionally, and he is fully willing to fall into your little traps and be dominated by you every once in a while. Something he loves doing is that when you get embarrassed and turn your head away, he will slowly bring two fingers up to your chin to make you look at him. (Bonus points if you’re looking down because he will tap under your chin to make you look up at him.)

V- Volume (How loud are they and what sounds do they make): He usually is one to be quiet during a quickie, but he always grunts in your ear, giving you praise as he makes you lose your mind. When you two are going at it, he does get a little louder, whimpering and whining a little. You’d think he’d be more of the quiet and aggressive type, but when he is being topped, he is like a little puppy for you. When he is being a dom, he often lets out quiet and breathy laughs that often get interrupted with a low groan or curse from him due to how good you feel.

W- Wild card (A headcanon) He is a sucker for eating you out when you’re standing up, so one time when you came to his office late into the day, he got down on his knees and put one of your legs over his shoulder as he ate you out, keeping eye contact with you the entire time. He held onto one of your legs as he lapped up all of your fluids, and despite being the one who was giving, he looked up at you with such bedroom eyes the whole time, as if he were begging you to continue letting him do this for you.

X- X-Rated (Do they watch porn to get off, or watch movies while you do it?): Since he is a bit of a voyeurist, he does enjoy watching porn, but he primarily enjoys watching the films you both make, making sure to intently watch how your face contorts and changes due to the different things he does. When you both have sex, he usually doesn’t have anything playing since he likes to be fully focused on you, but if you wish to put on some sort of music or a film in the background, he won’t be against it. He simply wishes to be able to hear all of your moans and your soft breaths while he roams your body.

Y- Yearning (How much do they do it with you?): He will do it just about any day you want him to. He will ask to do it probably at least twice a week, but it oftentimes ends up being much more than that since you two are a bit of a horndog for each other. Since he is a sort of romantic and sensual type of lover, even his whispering something into your ear can get you going, and he will fully indulge you if you wish to have sex or a quickie.

Z- Zzz (How quickly do they fall asleep?): Baxter always makes sure you are taken care of before he rests, but he often tries to stay awake as long as possible to watch over you if you are in a public setting such as at a friend's house, or if the two of you are alone, he will try and stay up as long as possible just so he can continue to feel your slow breathing and your soft body against his, cherishing every moment he has with you. It typically takes him anywhere from 5-10 minutes to fall asleep, though, since you two go for multiple rounds.

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oneshotprincess · 8 months

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Cove, Terry, and Randy, also at the venue, watching all of this unfold like: 🤯, 👀🍿, 👁️👄👁️

#our life #our life beginnings & always #olba #jaime last #baxter ward #baxter dlc #baxter x mc #cove holden #miranda eckert #terry brook #princess plays games

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riding-the-sunset-bird · 5 months

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A script edit of the phone case scene in the Late Shift moment (if the MC has a job at the mall) because I consider it a personal offense that you can't charm Baxter into buying a phone case if you're dating him.

#our life #our life: beginnings & always #olba #baxter ward #((It would be a sin if my first post wasn't this beautiful man.))#type: script editing #baxter x mc #step: 3 #moment: late shift

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kaikonn · 5 months

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Commission for @meesherbeans 🥰

Morning Baxter is 💞💞💞

#kaikonart #fanart #art #digital art #procreate #small artist #our life #gb patch #gb patch games #our life beginnings & always #ol:ba #artists on tumblr #commission #commission open #our life baxter #baxter ward #baxter x mc #olba baxter #art commissions

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arcosoffireheart · 6 months

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ATTENTION TO THE BAXTER-LOVING OR ANGST-LOVING OUR LIFE FANDOM

PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD TELL ME THIS HASN'T BEEN DONE. okay i just got out of the shower and fucking. hear me out

uhhh mild nsfw implications?? pregnancy mention.

IMAGINE.

in step 3, you're with Baxter. towards the end of the summer he unknowingly gets you pregnant. but by the time you find out he's long gone and not answering anything from you.

fast forward to step 4, five years later. you're doing the wedding planning. you bring your 5 year old with you.

EXPLODING SO FUCKING MUCH THIS HAS SO MUCH POTENTIAL PLEASE TELL ME IM NOT THE ONLY ONE WHO LOVES THIS IDEA????

#[🏹] rook speaks!#olba #our life #our life beginnings & always #our life beginnings and always #baxter ward #olba baxter #our life baxter #baxter x reader #baxter x mc #I DONT KNOW IF IM MISSING TAGS IM GOING SO INSANE #[🏹] rook's favourites!

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sumiremrsk · 11 months

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The beginning of my insanity for this man starts from thinking he's CUTE

#baxter ward #baxter x mc #baxter #our life #our life beginnings & always #ol1 #original character #original art #our life fanart #mc #oc #digital art

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sellingmysoultosatan · 1 year

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Baxter @ MC

#our life beginnings & always #our life #our life baxter #our life mc #baxter ward #baxter x mc

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bamb-procrastinates · 5 months

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Try not to make your friend's brother's wedding planning awkward challenge (IMPOSSIBLE)

#I had no reason to put Baxter in that pose but I did it anyways #you're welcome #doodle #bamb draws #olba #fanart #our life beginnings & always #oc #liliyan danaus #baxter ward #baxter x mc #baxter's route

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differenteagletragedy · 6 months

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Baxter is a daaaaddy

In which @orion4ever generally requested fics with Daddy Baxter and I decided to write a novel -- this is a series of short little shots of Baxter and MC having a baby and watching that child grow up.

(Note: the baby's name is maybe the corniest thing I have ever done in my entire life but I stand by it and now it is my truth.)

"Do you think maybe you've taken enough tests?" Cove asked, standing next to you in his bathroom.

You looked down at the counter at the neat little line of pregnancy tests. There were different brands, different prices, but they all had the same result.

You were pregnant. With Baxter's baby. And it was NOT planned.

"What are you going to do?" he asked after you didn't answer his first question.

"I'm going to tell him," you responded, trying to project more confidence than you felt.

You and Baxter had been back together for a while at that point, and you'd been living together in Prism Vista City for a couple of years. Your relationship was great, and you absolutely wanted to marry him and have children together. But the plan was for all that to happen in the future.

Life, however, had a different plan.

Cove hyped you up as you collected all the sticks, wrapped them up in the bag from the drug store and threw them away. He kept it going as you walked out to your car to drive home, telling you about how great it would go, how Baxter would be so excited, how you'd be the best mom -- the sweetest words from your sweetest friend.

You tried to keep them in your mind as you made your way back to the apartment. When you made your way up to the front door, you paused, taking in a breath, then went inside.

"There's my girl," Baxter said sweetly, glancing over from the kitchen. The smells wafting through to the living room told you he was almost done cooking dinner.

"Hey," you answered, a bit less enthusiastically than normal.

It wasn't that you thought he'd be mean about it, or disappointed or anything. Not really. It's just that Baxter's original disappearing act left a bigger impression on you than you liked to admit, even now. Logically, you knew there was no chance of him running away. But still, those old feelings were resurfacing and it made you a little uneasy.

"What's wrong?" he asked immediately, dropping what he was doing to move to stand in front of you.

"Nothing," you said automatically -- you hadn't planned out how to tell him, but you didn't think the doorway would be a great place.

"I know you better than that," he chided, then repeated, "What's wrong?"

His eyes were boring into yours, and it just slipped out.

When he heard those words fall quietly from your lips, he froze. For what felt like forever, he didn't make a sound. He didn't move.

Then he pulled you into a bone-crushing hug.

All the emotions you'd been trying to hold in let loose, and you started sobbing on his shoulder. He held you, stroking your hair, whispering how much he loved you until you were able to calm down a bit.

He leaned back just enough to look at you and asked, "Are we doing this?"

"I want to," you said, certain of that much.

A wide grin broke out on his face -- not one of his usually little lazy smirks, a full-on smile.

And that's how you and Baxter started on the journey of a lifetime.

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"If A goes into C ... then ... no, that can't be right," Baxter said, staring out at all the wood pieces and hardware bits laid out around him.

You were about six months along, your tummy was getting rounder, and he had you sitting on the rocking chair in the room you'd been converting to a nursery like the dainty princess he'd been treating you as for the past several months.

He was putting together a crib for the baby. It was not going well.

After you became pregnant, the two of you had decided that it might be time to find a nice little house in the suburbs, somewhere with a yard and a little more room. Baxter took the task on, spending hours upon hours researching and making calls and talking to the bank. When he found some real contenders, he'd taken you out to see them, and that's how you found your new home.

And yes, he'd assured you, the ice cream truck came down this street.

Looking down at your boyfriend reading a packet of assembly instructions like it was the most indecipherable text known to man, you couldn't help but laugh.

"I do believe we're missing something," he muttered, not hearing you.

This had been going on for an hour, and he hadn't gotten anywhere. Baxter was beautiful and sweet and graceful and so many good things, but he certainly wasn't a handyman.

"Ok, that's enough."

He looked up when you stood, then got up himself, moving to you.

"You should be resting, darling," he said, putting his hands on your waist. "Sit back down, let me take care of this. Please."

"I'm pregnant, Baxter, not helpless," you laughed, snaking your arms over his shoulders and pulling him closer.

He smiled -- he had been making quite the fuss over you since you'd told him the big news, but he didn't mind a bit. He actually enjoyed it very much. After all, you were giving him the greatest gift -- a family -- and the least he could do was pamper you while your body created an entire human being.

"I like taking care of you," he reminded you. He placed a kiss on your forehead, and another on your temple.

"Then stop messing around with this stupid crib and mess around with me instead," you said.

He raised an eyebrow, but your remark wasn't a huge surprise. Pregnancy hormones were intense, and after you got through an unpleasant first trimester, you'd gotten pretty ... fiesty.

"What kind of man would I be to deny the mother of my child something she asks for?" he asked.

"No kind of man at all," you replied, pulling him down for a proper kiss.

If Baby Ward ever asked where their antique crib came from, you'd have to come up with a good answer. "Your dad couldn't figure out IKEA instructions and your mom was too horny to help him" just didn't sound like a great story to pass on.

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You were exhausted, more exhausted than you'd ever been in your life by far. If you'd been in any another situation, you would have passed out a long time ago and slept as long as humanly possible.

But the sight of Baxter standing in your hospital room, cradling your newborn baby girl with such a look of love and devotion on his face was enough for you to keep your eyes open.

"She's perfect," he told you softly. "Absolutely perfect."

The baby, who you still hadn't named yet, gave a little coo, and you'd swear if he wasn't so intent on holding her so carefully he would have melted right into the floor.

"Daddy loves you," he told her, using a mix between his normal fancy voice and a baby-talk tone that he'd been using throughout your pregnancy when talking to your tummy -- it was equal parts adorable and hilarious. "Daddy is going to take care of you and mommy forever and ever, you little angel, daddy's little princess ..."'

He went on like that for a while. It could have been the exhaustion, but you thought you saw actual hearts in his eyes once.

After a bit, the baby started crying. Baxter swiftly handed her to you, and you started a breastfeeding attempt. He stayed right by your side, helping you angle her around and move her head to try to find the best latch. Once you'd found it, you smiled up at him.

"I think I know what her name is," you told him.

"Oh?" he asked. "Do share."

"Penelope. Penny for short."

He smirked at the reference to one of his old favorite sayings, then looked down at the baby. He studied her for a moment, then looked back to you.

"Penny Ward," he said, giving you a quick kiss. "One of the two lights of my life."

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"Penny ... baby, please ..." you cried, holding your six-month-old daughter in your arms as she cried right along with you.

She was teething, a sharp little top of a tooth poking through her gums, and she didn't care for the feeling one bit. You'd tried everything -- teething rights, soft frozen foods, tylenol, walking, sitting, lying down. Nothing was working.

"Daddy's home," you heard from the doorway. Baxter had been off working a wedding, and you hadn't heard him come in over the sound of Penny's screams.

He walked directly to you, still in his self-designated work uniform of a black shirt and slacks, and took the baby from you.

"I've got her," he said, rubbing her back lightly. "Why don't you take care of yourself? Bed, dinner, a bath, perhaps? What do you need?"

You leaned against the wall, still crying yourself and not sure how to respond. You watched as Baxter kissed Penny on the cheek and moved with her across the room in a little waltz. He'd done this since she was born -- she liked being walked around, but why would Baxter walk when dancing was just as easy?

She settled down a bit in his arms -- a daddy's girl, through and through.

"Can I take a shower?" you asked. "Then I can get her to sleep while you get ready for bed."

"Absolutely not," he told you. "And miss an evening with one of my favorite girls?"

"You worked all day," you reminded him. "You need to rest."

"I think we both know I've got quite the knack for burning the midnight oil."

The two of you had a bit of a stare down, but you were too tired, and Baxter with your baby in his arms was too sweet.

"Ok, fine," you finally said. "I'll take a shower and lay down for a little while, but you come get me soon so you can go to bed."

"Absolutely," he said in a way that actually meant "absolutely not."

Still, you wandered off to change out of your vomit-stained shirt and hop in the shower, completely drained but completely aware of how much you'd lucked out with Baxter.

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You'd been with Baxter for a long time. You'd seen him at his highest and at his lowest, at his most confident and in the depths of his self hatred.

But you don't think anything quite compared to the Baxter you saw in front of you -- the Baxter who was standing in a hospital room, watching his four-year-old daughter wailing with a broken arm.

He had taken Penny to the park while you got some work done, and she'd fallen off the swing and landed funny on her arm. That was all, a normal childhood injury. Of course it was difficult to see your child in pain, but you could tell Baxter was also blaming himself.

"I've got you, sweetheart," he said softly, standing by the bed. He had one hand on her head, holding it against him, and the other was grasping the hand on her uninjured arm.

"You've got to be a brave girl, ok?" you said. You were kneeling in front of her, careful for the doctors who were at a small table by the bed, preparing to anesthetize her so they could set her arm in a cast.

"But it hurts!" she sobbed. "I want to go home!"

Baxter tensed a bit, and when you glanced up at him you saw tears in his eyes. Still, he did his best to hold it together for his pride and joy.

"I'll tell you what," he said, gripping her hand. "You just be brave for a little longer, then tomorrow we can do whatever you like. Movies all day, candy for breakfast, a toy store shopping spree -- just name it."

You glanced at him again. This girl could take this guilt trip for a major ride if she wanted.

Penny's sniffles slowed down a little as she looked up at her father. "Can we play princesses?"

"We'll be the prettiest princesses in all the land," he replied with no hesitation.

That seemed to make her happy, then the doctors were ready. They put her to sleep, then ushered you and Baxter out of the room while they got to work.

"I'm so sorry," Baxter gasped, all the emotion falling out of him now that his daughter wasn't there to see it. "It happened so quickly -- I should have been closer, I should have caught her ..."

"It was an accident," you told him simply as you pulled him into a hug. "That's all. It's not your fault."

"But it is," he argued. "I was there, I was taking care of her. If she'd fallen differently, if something else had happened, I don't --"

"Stop," you cut him off. "There's no reason to think like that. You're an amazing father. This was an accident. Don't beat yourself up."

He buried his face against your shoulder, and you felt the wetness of his tears. Penny was his world, the thought that he'd put her in danger and inadvertently caused her pain was killing him.

"You're a good father," you repeated. "If I was the one with her at the park, would you blame me?"

"Of course not," he scoffed.

"Then why can't you give yourself the same consideration?"

An age old question about an issue that Baxter was better about, but still struggled with. He held himself to an impossibly high standard, one that he'd never expect anyone else to meet.

When he failed to answer, you hugged him tighter. You told him again how wonderful he was, how much Penny loved and adored him. As you were singing his praises, a nurse came out of the room and told you that they were all done.

After a while longer, the little girl was discharged and sent home with a pink cast that gave you some warm and fuzzy feelings of your own childhood. After sleeping in the next morning, she felt better when she woke up, and your little family spent the day as princesses, complete with tiaras, tutus and wands. And you were the prettiest in all the land.

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"Oh my god ... oh ... my god."

"Amazing, right?"

Penny, now a precocious ten-year-old, sat on the floor in the bedroom you shared with Baxter, holding an old photograph in her hands. She looked absolutely entranced, which made sense, considering what the picture showed her.

She'd heard of Baxter's infamous monochrome phase. Her aunts and uncles had made plenty of remarks about it over the years -- Uncle Terry was able to paint an especially vivid picture.

He didn't have many pictures at all of himself when he was younger. He'd cut ties with his family years ago, so any photos there were out, and he'd gone through that lengthy phase where he didn't really let himself have friends. He didn't really like being in photos then, although you had managed to snap a couple of him during that summer in Sunset Bird.

And so your daughter had in her hands a picture of Baxter, all of 19 years old, in all his black and white glory.

"Oh my god," she repeated.

The man himself appeared in the doorway then. He'd been about to announce that dinner was almost ready, but seeing the scene before him, he stopped.

You looked from the photograph back up to Baxter, taking in all the changes that the past two decades had brought. The black and white hair was gone of course, and he'd long been able to wear actual colors. He'd put on a few pounds too -- after all, he wasn't 19 anymore. The smirk though, that was definitely the same.

"Dad, can I be honest?" Penny asked.

"Always," he answered easily.

"You looked ridiculous. Like really. What were you even thinking?"

"I don't know, I think there was a certain charm there," he teased, leaning over her to get a better look at the picture. "I wonder, do you think I could pull that off again? Perhaps a trip to the salon is in order."

"No."

"Oh, come on," he continued. "It wasn't nearly as bad a look as you seem to think. After all, your mother liked it well enough."

"Gross," she cried, standing up and placing the photo on the bed. "I'm going to my room so I don't have to hear this. I'm traumatized."

You laughed as your dramatic daughter did a full-body shake to emphasize how scarred she was. After she was gone, you turned to Baxter, who was grinning at you.

"It wasn't that ridiculous, was it?" he asked, knowing that it, in fact, was that ridiculous and more.

"It's what's inside that counts," you told him, going in for a kiss.

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"Look up ... more ... keep your eyes open, I've almost got it."

After a moment, Penny pulled back and examined Baxter's face. She nodded, satisfied at the look of the eyeliner she'd applied on him.

She was 16 now, and she'd developed a flair for the dramatic like her father had when he was a teenager. Instead of a monochromatic look, she preferred dark colors and heavy makeup. She'd also grown out of her "ugh, parents" stage early, which was why she was letting Baxter take her to a concert.

It was a metal band he liked, and when she heard him playing it in the car, she liked it too. He found tickets to a show they were doing nearby, and you encouraged him to take her on a daddy-daughter date.

That's why you were gathered in the bathroom together -- she had to put a little makeup on him so he fit in.

"I've got some leather pants I'm going to wear as well," he told her. "And for my shirt, I was thinking perhaps I skip it and instead put on a matching leather vest. What do you think?"

After 16 years of living with Baxter, Penny was no longer bothered by his constant teasing. She went on with her business, smudging the eyeliner before beginning to apply a dark blush.

"Whatever you want, dad," she answered. "Whatever you wear, I'm sure you'll be the prettiest princess in all the land."

Baxter was already thrilled to be going out with her, but after hearing the old callback to her favorite childhood game, you could see he was melting.

When the makeup was done, he got dressed -- not in the leather ensemble he suggested -- and you waved them off as they left for the concert.

After they returned home that night, Penny was ecstatic, and so was Baxter. You listened as they went on about how great the show was, and how excited she was to experience her first mosh pit. A hint of anger flashed across her face when she mentioned a guy who was too rough and nearly knocked her down, but then she smiled when she told you her dad had taken care of it.

"What did you do?" you asked suspiciously.

"I took care of it, darling," he answered, giving a quick wink to Penny

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Years later, you found yourself taking in a familiar site, something you'd seen hundreds, if not thousands of times before.

Baxter was standing in front of you, nervously smoothing out his suit.

"Do I look all right?" he asked.

"As handsome as always," you told him.

He smiled and leaned in for a kiss, then ran his hands down his jacket again.

It was Penny's wedding day, and you don't think you'd ever seen him look as anxious as he did then.

He had planned the wedding -- of course he had. While he always took his job seriously, doing his very best to give his clients the best experience he possibly could, this time was just different. He went above and beyond, pouring himself into every detail to ensure his daughter had her dream day.

You and Penny had had to convince him to bring on a partner of sorts, someone to execute everything during the actual wedding so he could enjoy it. But you'd watched him keep a close eye on everything anyway, totally read to jump in if needed.

But right now, his mind was on something else. The reception was about to begin, which meant it wasn't too long until the father-daughter dance.

And Baxter was taking that dance very seriously.

He watched the newlyweds take their first dance, grabbing for your hand as you both looked on with pride. It was such a special feeling, knowing that your child had found someone who meant as much to her as you meant to each other.

Before you knew it, the music changed and Penny found you in the crowd gathered around. She gestured for Baxter to join her, and with one more tug at his tie, he walked towards her.

Watching them dance together was always so lovely, but it was a little different this time around. A lifetime of dances came to mind -- Baxter and Penny dancing around the kitchen when she was a cranky infant who refused to go to sleep, them dancing around her bedroom in their princess gear. You remembered him teaching her the basics of ballroom dancing as she prepared for her first school dance so she'd feel confident. He'd showed her all the trendy dances that were popular when you and her were kids, and although she pretended to die of embarrassment, she did laugh after he taught her how to Dougie.

You wondered how many more chances you'd get to see them like this, and you felt your breath catch in your throat. Things had changed so much, and they only kept changing. It was a bittersweet feeling.

As you were getting lost in your thoughts, you met Baxter's eyes as he moved Penny around the dancefloor. Instead of getting caught up in the uncertainties of the future, you let your heart swell with love.

Against all odds, you'd created a family with him. After a number of chance meetings and a couple of false starts, you'd built a life with him -- you'd put decades of blood, sweat and tears into it. And it was beautiful.

When Baxter led Penny by you, she stuck out her arm and snatched yours, dragging you into the dance as well. He laughed with delight, content to stop the more elaborate routine to wrap his arms around his two best girls and sway together.

"We did good," you told him quietly, glancing over at your daughter.

"We certainly did."

#olba #our life beginnings and always #our life #baxter ward #olba mc #olba baxter #baxter x mc #baxter x reader #our life beginnings and always baxter #baxter ward x reader #baxter ward x mc

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