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differenteagletragedy · 6 months

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Two times you almost slept with Baxter and one time you did (hey-o)

Takes place during Step 3. As a Very Normal Person who thinks about this game in a normal way, I have been torn about how intimate MC and Baxter get if you do the romance route with him. Because our guy is such a flirt, but then no follow through? Suspicious.

So here's a possible scenario for all of that. Definitely not smut, but it's a little spicy!

The first time it almost happened was in Baxter's condo on a random Wednesday afternoon. You didn't have to work, Cove did and Baxter was, as he always liked to remind you, flexible, so you were sitting together on his couch, watching a movie.

The thing was that you'd never watched a movie with Baxter before, so you didn't know how bad he was at it. He was more concerned with making a cute little commentary than following the plot, and while it was cute -- it was Baxter, after all -- at a certain point you didn't know what was going on.

So you chose to pass the time in a different way.

Right after he cracked another lame joke and turned to give you a smirk, you met his lips with a kiss instead. It took him a moment to react as it usually did when you kissed him, but he got the hang of it before too long.

It started out a little slow and awkward -- you hadn't had had too many long kisses at this point, mostly more chaste pecks here and there -- but soon it was a full blown makeout session. You slipped your fingers through his hair and you felt a little sigh against your mouth. He was having fun.

Things got more intense, and you suddenly found his hand on the back of your thigh. Before you could say anything, he gripped it firmly and pulled you up so you were straddling his lap.

"This is new," you said, looking down at him nervously.

"It is," he agreed, the normal bravado in his voice replaced by a sort of excited uncertainty. "Is this all right?"

In response, you kissed him again and settled into the position. This way, you could feel just how much fun he was having. It was exciting.

Feeling a wave of boldness, you leaned back and took your shirt off. He gazed at your body openly, and with a tenderness you weren't expecting, his raised his hands off your hips to stroke your back.

You let out a low moan, and there it was -- that smirk that had been missing. Still with the same gentleness as before, he started placing soft kisses along your collarbone, moving lower down your chest.

While his mouth and hands were occupied elsewhere, you made quick work of the buttons of his shirt, and soon you slipped it off his shoulders and threw it behind you, then went in for another kiss, pressing your skin together.

After a nice little while of this, he leaned back again and found your eyes.

"Are you sure?" he asked.

"Yes," you told him plainly, not leaving anything up for interpretation.

You kissed for a while longer, then you felt his hand on your stomach. He held it there for just a moment, then started moving it lower. You felt his fingers move between the waistband of your shorts and your skin, and they worked their way lower and lower ...

All at once, you felt his body tense under yours, and he snatched his hand back like he'd been burnt. He gripped your shoulders and guided you off of him so you were sitting by his side again.

"Perhaps we should slow it down a bit, don't you agree?" he asked, an unmistakable shakiness to his voice.

"Sure, if that's what you want."

You both silently found the clothing you'd lost then started watching the movie again. He didn't have any cute comments this time around.

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The second time was in your room. Your moms and Liz were out for the day, so you had the place to yourself. You'd been texting Baxter, spending a lazy day in your room, before finally just asking him to come over and hang out.

He'd only been in your room once or twice before, and he treated it like a museum exhibit. He was studying you.

"What's this?" he asked, pointing to a shelf.

He'd spotted your seashell collection, and you told him as much.

"I used to know all the scientific names and everything," you said, moving to stand beside him so you could look at your little display.

"Used to?" he questioned, cocking an eyebrow.

"Used to and still can," you corrected yourself, laughing.

"Tell me about them?"

You laughed more, then snuck a glance at him. He was smiling too, but it was a sincere request. So you did.

You told him not only the scientific facts you knew about your shells, but the memories you had of when you'd found them. You showed him the big orange one you'd found with Liz when you were little, and the pretty little pink one you and Cove had come across after he'd moved to town.

Maybe it was your impressive show of knowledge, or maybe the fondness in your voice as you spoke about all these people and places and things that were important to you, or maybe it was just that you cared enough to share any of it with him, but when you were done he wrapped his arms around you tightly and buried his face in the crook between your neck and shoulder.

You held him back, and then his lips found yours.

Usually you were the one who took the initiative for any sort of physical affection, but this time he led you to your bed, and you felt almost a sort of neediness in how he moved against you. After the back of your knees bumped against your mattress, he laid you down and climbed on top of you, situating his body between your legs and lowering himself to kiss you again.

This time, he let himself explore your body with his hands, and you gladly let him. Your shirts ended up tossed aside again, but this time he took your shorts off, too. Whether it was on your mouth, your neck, your chest or, for a few tantalizing moments, even lower, his never let his lips leave you for long.

It felt like he was desperate to be as close to you as he possibly could. Which was fine -- you were desperate too.

He looped his thumbs under the sides of your underwear, bunching them up in his hands and landing a kiss on your hip. You shuddered and moaned, saying his name, and that seemed to break whatever spell he'd let himself fall under.

Baxter sat up on his knees and looked off to the side, a mix of emotions clear on his face. You couldn't pick them all out, but you could tell he was cutting your encounter short again.

"What's wrong?" you asked.

"Nothing," he said quickly. "It just seems like maybe this isn't the best venue for ... this," he gestured to your partially unclothed bodies.

"Nobody's going to be home for a while," you assured him. You grabbed his hands and tried to guide him back down to you, but he kissed yours and let them go. He climbed gracefully over your leg and sat beside you on your bed.

"Perhaps we --" he began, but you cut him off.

"Perhaps you can tell me why you're doing this again."

He finally met your eyes. He looked confused.

"This time and before, at your place," you told him. "We started fooling around and you stopped it both times. I thought you just weren't ready the first time, but this time you started it and then ... I don't get it. Is it something I'm doing?"

"No, not at all," he said, moving closer to you. You were upset, and he didn't like that it was because of something he'd done. "You're doing everything perfectly. Don't worry about that, please."

"Then what?"

He considered things for a moment, then looked at you again. Before he began speaking, he laid down beside you and placed a careful arm around you.

"It's just that I so deeply don't want you to regret this," Baxter said softly, absentmindedly making shapes with his fingers on your side. "Any of this. We haven't known each other for very long, and it won't be very much longer before I'm gone. I don't want you to move too quickly and then look back on our summer together and wish you'd done things differently. I'm afraid that would break my heart."

He didn't look at you through any of this, but when he was done he glanced up and gave you a tight smile.

"I wouldn't," you said firmly. "i won't. I promise."

You could tell that he wasn't convinced, but at least he let himself stay there with you like that for a while. He kept stroking idly along your stomach, moving his head to rest on your shoulder. Eventually you both fell asleep.

It wasn't the sort of intimacy you'd thought you'd get, but it certainly wasn't unwelcome.

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The third time ... well, as they say, the third time's the charm.

It was nearly the end of summer, about a week after Miranda's birthday party and your impromptu Summer Soiree. You hadn't been able to stop thinking about how sweet Baxter's reaction to the whole thing was or how much he'd loved being able to have a proper dance, so you'd decided to set up another little party for him.

This time, the guest list was even smaller.

You'd asked Baxter if he could hang out that night, and he agreed -- he always put you above any and all other plans, and you knew it. So you gathered some supplies from your house and headed down to the beach.

As the sun set, you laid out a blanket on the sand, then pulled out your phone and set up a little speaker that went with it. You had a few candles you'd swiped from around the house that you lit, hoping the wind wouldn't blow them out at least until Baxter got the full effect. You'd also brought some snacks that you placed on the blanket as well, but you were pretty sure you knew what he would want to do when he got there.

And you were right.

You sent a text, asking Baxter to meet you at the beach, and he promptly let you know he was on his way. Then you pulled up a playlist you'd compiled -- some more traditional ballroom dancing tunes and some slow songs you just liked -- and began playing it. The sound quality wasn't great, but you didn't think it would matter. You smoothed out your clothes, a little fancier than what you'd normally wear here, and waited.

When you saw him approaching, you smiled at him. He paused, taking it all in, then gave you what may have been the most tender look you'd ever seen a person make.

"What's all this?" he asked when he got to you.

"Summer Soiree, Part Two, The Reckoning," you answered, gesturing to your little spread. His face was filled with wonder at the scene, and when you held your hand up in a wordless invitation to dance, he positively beamed.

You danced together as the moon appeared over the water. He held you close, your hand in his clasped firmly to his chest. You stayed like that for a while, swaying back and forth in a cozy little silence, before Baxter spoke.

"I'm not quite sure what I did to deserve such a marvelous dance partner this summer, but sincerely, thank you for this. It means a great deal, more than I can say," he said.

"You're worth it," you told him. You moved your hand off his shoulder to ruffle his hair, and he nearly purred.

"I won't forget a moment of this, any of this," he went on. "When I'm old and grey -- properly grey -- I'll look back on the summer I spent in Sunset Bird with the utmost fondness." He paused, looking at you deeply, and added, "I won't forget you. Not ever."

You rolled your eyes affectionately at the monochrome joke, then said, "Of course you won't forget me. How could you?"

You shared a smile, then you leaned in for a kiss.

By that point in the summer, you knew that you liked Baxter, so much, and that you wanted him. It didn't matter that this was essentially a fling and that he would be leaving soon -- he was here now, and after all you'd shared with each other over the past few months, you wanted him to know that someone cared for him, that he could be appreciated and doted on and even loved. You wanted to show him.

"Can we go back to your place?" you asked, willing him to understand what you meant and to trust that you knew what was best for yourself.

He searched your eyes for a moment, and you didn't look away. He swallowed, then nodded.

You packed up your things together and he carried your bag as you walked back to the neighborhood hand in hand. When you made it through the doorway of his condo, he put your things down carefully, then turned to you.

Personally, you were done with being careful.

You crashed into him, pulling him around you, and after just a short moment of hesitation, he met your intensity. He kissed you hard, your teeth almost clanking together, but you didn't mind -- you wanted him to finally let loose.

And he did.

Both of you were down to your underwear by the time he'd led you to his bedroom, and before you got in bed, he'd removed the final layers. You were naked together for the first time, but you couldn't stop kissing each other to get a proper look.

"You're absolutely sure?" he asked breathlessly, forcing his hands to stop roaming you body until he could get your answer.

"Absolutely," you answered.

This time, that was enough for him.

You spent the night together, wrapped up in each other. Baxter was sometimes sweet and gentle, sometimes a bit rougher, but for once, all his hesitation was gone. He wanted you just as badly as you'd wanted him, and he finally let himself have you.

The next morning, you woke up before him -- no surprise there. He had firmly attached himself to you in his sleep, and you felt a bit of dampness by your head that you thought may have been drool, but you didn't care. Not when he looked so cute.

When he finally opened his eyes and saw you beside him, he grinned and snuggled up closer.

"Morning," he said, nearly slurring.

"Good morning. Did you sleep well?"

"Mmm," he hummed happily. He didn't want to greet the day just yet, and that was fine by you.

For the next little while, Baxter dozed next to you, sometimes waking up enough to have a bit of conversation before it fell off again. In the times when you heard a light snoring, you let your mind wander.

You knew he'd made it clear that this relationship was temporary -- that had been established time and time again. You didn't think last night had changed that, you had never lied when you told him that you understood, but as he slept naked beside you, you let yourself think that maybe whatever this was that you'd built this summer was strong enough to last.

Maybe not now, but that was ok. Maybe later, when you'd both solidly found your footing in the adult world. Maybe you could build a closer friendship while he was across the country in college, then you could come back together.

You resolved to talk to him about it when he woke up, but for now, you shut your eyes too and cuddled closer to him, content to laze away the morning in his arms.

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

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cove-simp · 11 months

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Spicy Baxter Headcanons

Y’all knew it was coming lmao

18 + !!! All the stuff mentioned below is when Baxter and player are in Step 3/4

So let me start off by saying two things:

I don’t believe Baxter is super kinky

I don’t think he’s firmly in the dom/top category either

I DO think he is highly experimental tho

I’ll try anything once” kinda guy

And boy has he tried a lot

He is probably more experienced than you (unless you headcanon your MC super freaky lol)

in other words, he has perfected his bedside etiquette

Probably the most open to a threesome

The aftercare?

homie has is down to a T, perfectly tailored to suit your needs after your first time

as part of his own aftercare, he really likes when you sidle up to him, brush his bangs back and kiss him on the forehead

He’s so detail oriented, that after the first few experimental times he knows just how to unravel you

Focuses on your pleasure quite a lot, especially if he is topping

he screams vers/switch to me

(he’s flexible, remember?)

And his flexibility is literal too

while he doesn’t dance professionally anymore as he ages, he definitely keeps up with the stretches to stay limber

which comes especially in handy when you wanna just bend him over

Has definitely tried pole dancing as a form of exercise

isn’t opposed to giving you a demonstration or taking classes with you

Big on communication

before, during and after- he wants to know all about your likes and boundaries beforehand

Vocal as hell during the act

isn’t afraid to moan right in your ear

more praising and flowery language- it’s his default

you can request dirty talk, but he’ll probably draw the line at hard degradation

encourages you to be as vocal as you want too

CALLS YOU DARLING DURING THE DEED

One thing Baxter does enjoy is you calling him “Sir”

works whether you’re submitting to him, or say it playfully while teasing him

Another is Butt stuff

he is canonically an ass man, after all

both on you and him, he’s not picky

(when he’s topping, slip a finger in and watch him explode)

Doggy is one of his favorite positions

it might be yours too, after fucking/ pegging him from the back

Can be pretty teasing, but more likely to overstimulate you than withhold orgasms

Erogenous zones include his neck, ears, and thighs

you thought his reaction was good kissing the mole on his neck? Try kissing the one on the back of his upper thigh (preferably while doing butt stuff)

Hand 👏 holding 👏 during 👏 sex 👏

Some turn-ons include:

you bending over for mundane tasks

he will stare at your ass shamelessly, head tilted and all

smacking his ass

showing some skin

seeing you be hit on

probably the most prone to jealousy tbh- his self esteem is still kinda blah

on the other hand, seeing others lust after you only fuels his ego in a way that makes him wanna worship you to show his appreciation

spending $$$ on you

on a nice dinner, some new lingerie, a spa day, etc

he may not be rich rich anymore, but he still loves to spoil you

when you worship/ praise him

especially if it’s not even in a sexual context

a perilous situation

(think like almost falling off the log together in the woods, not anything actually life threatening)

Speaking of the woods, probably wants to go camping/ hiking in a secluded area, have a picnic and then make love

Call him “lover boy” and watch him melt

#this one is definitely the longest omg #and here i thought i would have the least to say about him #tho it's less wordy than the others if that makes sense...#spicy content #baxter ward #our life baxter #our life baxter ward #Our Life Beginnings & Always #our life #our life headcanons #olba headcanon #baxter ward headcanon #gb patch #gb patch games #baxter ward imagine #our life imagine #our life headcanon #my writing

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ravenousgoblin · 8 months

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I truly will never get tired of baxter. Lmao MC calling him sir and he’s like “sir? That works for me 😏” you horny fuck I hate you(says the person about to start a thing with him)

#our life baxter #baxter ward #our life #our life: beginnings & always #our life beginnings & always #olba #our life baxter ward

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winnielight206 · 29 days

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I JUST BOUGHT ALL THE DLCSSS!!!!!

SO HAPPY RN

#cove holden #our life beginnings & always #gb patch games #our life cove #our life cove holden #our life #our life baxter ward #our life baxter #our life derek

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multi-fandom-imagine · 10 months

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I was giggling and kicking my feet when this finally happened, I can't say how happy I was to get a happy ending with how it ended with him since I was in tears at that moment.

#our life beginnings & always #our life beginnings and always #our life baxter #our life baxter ward #baxter ward #screencaps #screen caps #screen cap #screen shots #screenshot #my screen grabs #my screenies #my screencaps #my screengrabs #my screenshots #our life beginnings & always baxter ward #our life beginnings and always baxter ward

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seapearlykitten · 6 months

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Recently I got into game OurLife, and I loved it really so much! Good story, great characters I cherish with my whole heart❤

Inspired, I did references for my OC, her name is Bella, also a part of a lil comic of how she met one of the boys- Baxter. (He took my heart qq)

#our life #our life beginnings & always #our life baxter #our life baxter ward #our life begging & always OC #fanart

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sheynchankawaiiuwu · 6 months

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me realizing that the hanahaki disease trope fanfic is very much available for this franchise..*my honest fking reaction*

Context: I was scrolling through Ao3 looking for Cove x reader fanfics that I'll like(as any normal person) then I came across one that was titled "I'm Dying", I looked at the tags and it had Angst and Unrequited Love.

And as the p*ssy that i am, I didn't read it(or the other tags) bc I don't wanna go through another heartache, then thought "Oh god, what's gonna happen if Our Life had a hanahaki trope.. everybody be dying left and right(mostly Derek, like I'm sorry but you can't deny that I'm right)...

Then I stumbled on a tumblr post that said "what if Cove didn't reciprocate your feelings?" And everything just spiraled from there.. if we left Cove hanging and we get a sad The End where the Lasts(mostly Liz and Lee) yell at Cove over and over about losing us and Cove ridden with guilt and Derek with the thoughts "Why not me? I could've treated you so much better than he did!" And sht like that..

Okay.. I'm now depressed.. I'm just gonna play OL2 today..

Edit: i know damn well this post didn't make sense, but I just woke up and was wasted from doing nothing the last 7 days

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sunnydaze4ever · 11 months

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Baxter x Reader

Goodbye

Baxter DLC spoilers!!

Angst/comfort

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The only goodbye they regretted was the one they gave him. The night he left their life after their interest grew to affections. He entered their mind and even when his stay ended he remained. The night he left them with tears running from their eyes and knees weak was the night they wished they had convinced him. The night they wished they could. they wanted his worries and his affirmations. His flaws and his perfections. They desperately wished for him to return to them, to say he would come by their side again. But he didn’t. The man of their teenage years never left their mind and now never would. He couldn’t, now that he was back. They were sure they could rid themself of him now, but the second he fell in their eyesight they were hooked once again.

Once he left they couldn’t help scolding themself. they weren’t a lovestruck teenager anymore, a truly hopeless romantic. But one fact was something they had forgotten. The fact that these feelings hadn’t left in the first place. The fact they still laid awake wondering what could’ve been.

The one goodbye they regretted, wasn’t a true goodbye. It couldn’t be, as they now stayed in his arms as they danced. they drowned out the world as they stayed together. They didn’t think of the audience standing nearby, or the fact that they were supposed to be cleaning. The only thought in either mind, is that they didn’t need to regret those goodbyes any longer.

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#angst #our life #our life beginnings & always #x reader #our life baxter ward #Baxter ward #Baxter #x reader angst #angst/comfort #angst/fluff

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romeoows · 1 year

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going to a taylor swift concert in a month so im binge listening to her albums and.

the baxter dlc is going to be so red era.

#none of these words are in the bible #tfw your love was treacherous and i knew you were trouble and i remember it all too well #the heartbreak is real #our life #our life beginnings & always #our life baxter #our life baxter ward #baxter ward #gb patch #baxter dlc #romeows

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rmeow · 3 months

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baxter never gets a break

#olba cove #olba mc #our life jamie #our life fanart #our life mc #our life cove #olba fanart #our life: beginnings & always #our life #ol:ba #olba #our life beginnings & always #our life baxter #olba baxter #olba jamie #jamie last #cove holden #baxter ward

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rui-drawsbox · 5 months

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one beach and so many memories 🤧

#i tried to draw anything else besides olba. failed miserably #rui draw smth #our life: beginnings & always #our life #olba #olba mc #cove holden #baxter ward #olba elizabeth #shiloh fields #derek suarez #miranda eckert #terri brook #so many names wtf #our life mc

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differenteagletragedy · 4 months

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Our Life Swap AU strikes again! Step 2, 13-year-old Baxter and MC being little goofy babies as always.

You were 13 when you had your very first kiss.

The circumstances were a little odd, and it didn't happen exactly how you imagined it -- for a while, you'd been thinking about Baxter, your best friend, declaring his love for you, giving you a sweeping romantic kiss while on the beach or in the field of poppies or in your room, lit by the moonlight after he'd climbed in your window.

Instead, it happened at a hotel after a game of spin the bottle.

Baxter had been invited to a birthday party for some kid from his private school. He hadn't wanted to go but his parents forced him -- something about the importance of building connections with the right people. He offered a compromise, telling them that he would go willingly and be a good boy as long as he got to bring you along. It seems like their desire for their son to cozy up with the right crowd was more powerful than their dislike of you, so they agreed.

They'd hired a car to take the two of you to the hotel where the party was being held -- a conference room had been rented out for he occasion. When you were dropped off, you followed Baxter inside, tugging anxiously at your sleeve.

"Are you sure it's ok that I'm here?" you asked him for probably the tenth time that day.

"Of course I'm sure," he answered, shooting you a smile as he offered you his arm. "Your my plus one. Definitely normal at parties like these."

You wish you felt as confident as he did, looking completely at ease in his grey suit, but you couldn't help but feel a small wave of panic building in your chest.

He navigated the way to the party without issue, and gave cordial nods to everyone he saw. It seemed like he knew a lot of people there, but he never left your side.

After a bit, you started to calm down. No one was mean -- the only people you knew that were as well-off as Baxter and his parents were Baxter and his parents, so you figured there was a two-out-of-three chance that every person you crossed paths with would be a jerk. There was a live band, nice drinks. It was shaping out to be a good evening.

It got better when Baxter asked you to dance with him.

"I'm sorry if this is a little stuffy," he said quietly as he held your hand, leading you out towards the area where other people were dancing. "I'm sure you've been to birthday parties that are a bit more lively than this."

"I'm having fun," you told him sincerely.

"More fun than you'd have at a normal kid's birthday party, with pizza and games instead of hors d'oeuvres and smooth jazz?"

"Yes," you said with a laugh. "Because I'm with you."

That seemed to perk him up a bit. He twirled you around, pushing you out before pulling you back to him.

Lately, Baxter had been struggling with his parents, more than usual. He hated the pressure they put on him to be a perfect gentleman, constantly on his best behavior, how they forbade him to be a child with flaws or shortcomings or the ability to make mistakes. How he was forced to go to parties like this one, not because he wanted to but because it would make them look good. How they'd rather break him down into what they wanted him to be instead of let him be the whimsical, free-spirited boy he was.

But no matter how hard Mr. and Mrs. Ward tried to crush that spirit, you saw it within him. You always had. You saw it then, as he twirled you again, this time with more flourish.

It was no wonder that you had such a crush on him.

A few more songs played, and you kept right on dancing with him, but you stopped when a boy came by and tapped Baxter on the shoulder. He leaned in and whispered something in his ear, gestured to a door off to the side, then went on to talk to someone else.

"What was that?" you asked him.

"It seems as though some of the kids are gathering in one of the smaller rooms," he told you. "We don't have to go if you don't want."

"What do you want to do?"

He paused for a moment, considering. He took a look around at the party, comprised of more adults than children. Then he smirked at you.

"It might be fun to see what they're up to."

Keeping a hold of your hand, he made his way to the door the boy had pointed out. When he led you through it, you were greeted by several kids around your age.

"We found this place out of the way," a girl said as you looked around at the room, which looked to be a much smaller meeting space than the main hall. "We thought it would be cooler to hang out here instead of around all the grown-ups."

When you brought your eyes from your surroundings down to the group of kids seated on the floor, you noticed that they were playing a game. A discarded champagne bottle had been set in the middle of a circle they'd formed.

"Want to play?" the girl asked.

You'd never played spin the bottle, and you were pretty sure Baxter hadn't either -- it felt like something he would have told you about. You shared a look with him that went on perhaps a beat too long before he shrugged and nodded. Space in the circle was made for the two of you, and you settled in.

Where you were inexperienced, it seemed like these other kids had been playing this game for a while. Whenever the bottle would land on someone, the spinner would lean in for a kiss on whoever the bottle had chosen, then they would take their turn spinning.

Baxter was laughing when everyone else laughed, and you tried to join in too, but you felt yourself getting nervous. What if you were about to have your first kiss?

As always, your best friend sensed your anxiety. He looked over at you, then whispered, "We can go if you want to, it's ok. I don't really want to kiss any of these people."

"Then why did you want to play?"

"I don't know," he said, "it seemed like a good 13th birthday activity. We can leave."

But before you could, a boy across the circle gave the bottle a spin, and it ended up pointing straight at you.

You looked up at the boy, surprised, but he was smiling. He sat up on his heels and leaned over to you, prepared to take his kiss.

"Stop," Baxter said quickly.

"What, why?" the boy asked. This was the first time there was an issue since you'd gotten there.

"We're leaving," he answered. He stood, then reached a hand down to help you up, which you took.

"That's not how it works," your would-be kissing partner complained. "The bottle landed right there, that's the rules, you kiss."

"The bottle is not law," Baxter scoffed.

The boy stood, clearly getting annoyed. Baxter easily moved to step in front of you.

"What's your problem?" he asked.

Baxter thought about eviscerating him, you could tell that much. But instead, he grabbed your hand again and left.

"What was that?" you asked as he was still leading you away. It wasn't until you were out of the event room and into the expansive lobby that he stopped.

"I apologize if that ..." he trailed off, running a hand through his hair. "You didn't want to kiss him, did you?"

"No," you said, quickly and truthfully. "But why did you leave?"

He pushed his hands into his pockets, trying to stop the nervous energy that coursed through him -- a move you knew well. His eyes darted around the lobby before settling on something behind you.

"Care to sit down?" he asked, walking past you before you could answer.

You followed him as he moved toward a fireplace on the far wall. He sat beside it, and you did the same. It might have been an odd activity for a summer afternoon in southern California, but the lobby was kept cool enough that the warmth was welcome.

Baxter crossed his legs and folded his arms over his lap. After a moment, he looked at you and said, "I've never kissed anyone."

"I haven't either," you offered.

He nodded, giving you a tight smile, then continued.

"I know," he said. "I left because I figured you didn't want your first kiss to be with a stranger in a room full of people, and I didn't want you to feel pressured to go through with it."

Baxter knew you down to the bone. You could tell him anything, but many times you didn't have to -- he already knew what you were feeling without saying a word. It was a beautiful connection. Almost magical.

"I didn't," you said. "I'd rather have my first kiss be with someone I care about, like someone I wouldn't regret, you know?"

He nodded, and stared into the fire. He paused, took a breath, then turned back to you.

Without a word, he placed a warm hand on your cheek. He leaned in, looking at your lips, then glanced up to meet your eyes. You nodded, barely believing what was going on but sure you didn't want him to stop.

And then there it was. He was kissing you. A soft, gentle kiss that was over as quickly as it had begun.

"Do you care about me?" he asked, still close, his voice barely a whisper.

"Of course I do."

"And you won't regret me?"

"Never."

"Well then," he said in a more normal voice, leaning back. His hand, shaky as it moved back to his hair, was the only thing that gave away his nervousness. "I feel the same way. I hope that was a nice first kiss."

"It was," you told him. "Thank you."

"That's what friends are for."

#our life beginnings and always #baxter ward #our life #our life baxter ward #baxter x reader #baxter x mc #baxter x you #baxter ward x you #baxter ward x reader #baxter ward x mc #our life swap au #i don't know if i love this one tbh but sometimes you gotta get over the hump you know #the bottle is not law made me lol though

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