#big sky fic

[julesthequirky]

The Choice: Chapter Ten

All my work is purely aimed at those 18+ so minors kindly, DNI.

Summary: You find three of your favourite characters in your home. It shouldn’t be possible, but there they are. In the flesh. How the hell did they get there? And surely there’s a way to get them back? But as you get close to each one, the thought of sending them back proves difficult to comprehend.

Characters/Pairings: Fem!Reader, Dean, Beau and Ben (Soldier Boy)

Warnings: Language, angst, typical Soldier Boy behaviour, bit of spice, dirty talk.

W/C: 1,610

You weren’t sure how long you’d been sitting there, but your butt had gone numb. You surveyed the ruins. Dean’s clothes were over the room after being all flung over the place. Slowly, you stood up, wiped your face, and walked to the chest of drawers.

Ben had left a drawer open. You stared down at the emptiness. It matched how you felt. It didn’t feel real. Ben had swarmed in like a tornado, tearing down your defences and shredding what you cared for dearly. He was a destructive force.

Why he did, you didn’t know. You couldn’t begin to fathom understanding Ben’s mind. He did what he wanted and he didn’t care who was in his way. Unfortunately, you had been his sole target.

You wanted to get angry. Wanted to scream and yell, unleash it all at him, but he didn’t deserve your energy. It would be a waste. He wouldn’t care.

You pushed the drawer back in. Now, there were three big empty drawers instead of two. You turned and placed the other drawers back in one by one.

You picked Dean’s clothes up and tried as best as possible to fold them with military precision as he had. Unfortunately, your skills didn’t match his. You hoped that he wouldn’t be mad and would understand.

The room was back to normal. Like nothing had happened. But it didn’t feel that way.

You turned away from the chest of drawers and walked to the door. You tried turning the knob. It moved freely. Opening it, you were greeted with an empty upstairs landing. You could hear the TV downstairs. It was a sports game. Probably football.

You stepped out and closed the door behind you. Dean was free to sleep in his room, and you…well, you would just have to sleep on the couch.

Taking a deep breath, you descended the stairs. In your peripheral, two heads turned. Dean and Beau. You couldn’t help but wonder where Ben was. That annoyed you, causing you to scowl momentarily.

You stepped into your living room and took an empty seat. Dean and Beau were silent, pretending to watch the game.

“Ben’s in the kitchen.” Dean said.

You shrugged. “Don’t really want to see him, anyway.”

Someone sighed, and Beau’s soft voice filtered through to your ears over the game. His words felt like a kick to the gut.

“Y/N, as disreputable as his actions were, I believe that he was looking out for you in his own way.”

How could he stick up for the Supe?

“He hurt me.”

“An’ there’s no denyin’ that,” Beau sat, fingers steepled, elbows on his knees, a look of concern over his face. “but he did what he thought was right.”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing.

“I didn’t see you rushing to help.”

A beat of silence passed. Dean shifted, uncomfortable, and Beau held his head down.

“We wanted to,” Dean replied. “but you know as well as I do that Ben would have bit our heads off if we tried.”

You shot him a look.

“You both just let him destroy precious sentimental items. Are you saying you’d have held me back and let him do it, too?”

More silence.

“We never thought you’d react the way you did. We were wrong about that.”

Your gut churned, and your jaw tensed. You couldn’t believe what you were hearing.

“I can’t wait ‘til that bloody box is figured out. I didn’t think you guys would be such vipers.”

 “Oh, come on!” Beau exclaimed as you stood to leave.

“No, you don’t get it,” You turned to him. “I expected more. I thought you would come in my time of need, but you abandoned me. You hurt me. But what hurts more, is that you agree with Ben.”

You didn’t wait for them to reply as you left the room. You heard Dean mutter “son of a bitch” as you leaned against the hallway wall.

You hadn’t felt this alone since your ex had asked for a divorce. They would never understand. They didn’t have a biological clock ticking away, reminding you year after year that your time is running out.

From the kitchen, a chair creaked, and you were reminded of the Supe in there. He was the last person you wanted to see. You turned your head from the kitchen and again made your way upstairs. This time, you retreated to your bedroom.

You stood at the window. Your door clicked as it closed. You turned around to see Ben standing in his dirty undershirt and grey sweatpants.

He brought up emotions, good and bad. Mostly bad.

“Why can’t you just leave me alone?”

 He smirked. “And here I thought you loved me.”

You scowled, confused by his remark.

“Are you insane?”

“You must have liked me somewhat to stick my picture in your freaky frame.”

He left you speechless.

“I never once thought that the damn thing would bring you here!”

He just shrugged. “Still.”

Ben stepped forward. Even without his Supe suit, he was intimidating.

“You won’t be able to get them back. I shredded them.”

Emotional pain stabbed your heart, and you honestly didn’t know what to say. Your hands curled into fists, and he smirked, making an amused sound. He found this funny.

“Do you want to hit me, Y/N?”

You shook your head, releasing the tension in your fists, uncurling them.

“Liar.”

What was he doing? Why was he so calm? It was honestly unnerving. And yeah, you did want to hit him, but what would that accomplish. Nothing. It might feel good for a few moments, but that would fade, and you knew you’d feel shit for doing it.

What was his problem? Did he purposefully like to provoke you or something?

“What would it achieve? Nothing. A few seconds of gratification. For bruised knuckles and a sore heart.”

“Do you say the same when you’ve come? Achieves nothing but wet fingers and a fast pulse.”

You stood there, shocked and floundering.

“Th-that’s different.”

“Is it? It achieves the same sense of gratification.”

“I’m not a fighter.”

Ben snorted.

“I know. You don’t fight for anything, do you?”

You flinched. Why did he like hurting you? Had it become his new hobby?

“Why are you being so horrible?”

“I want you to hit me.”

“Why?”

“Because you’ll feel better about everything I did.”

You shook your head. You wouldn’t. You knew that.

He stepped closer.

“Hit me, go on.”

Again, you shook your head.

“Hit me!”

His shout was sudden, causing you to jolt. Your pulse quickened as he glared, waiting expectantly.

“No.”

You were vehement on this. You wouldn’t hit him. It would accomplish nothing.

“Fucking hit me!”

Ben invaded your space, backing you up against the wall. His body buffeted against yours, face getting into yours.

Adrenaline pumped through your veins, activating your flight or fight response—except you froze. You did nothing. You stared at him, shaking your head.

“For fucks sake.” He growled.

His hand shot out and gripped the back of your head. His face swooped down, and your brain short-circuited when his lips pressed to yours. You were too stunned to do anything.

Fire swamped down your gut when Ben parted your lips. His tongue forced entry into your mouth, and one stroke against yours had electricity bolting down your spine.

Fuck.

Oh, fuck.

It didn’t make a lick of sense. Ben had tormented you. Wreaked havoc, and now you were necking like a couple of teenagers, all hot and frenzied.

Your hands gripped his undershirt, body pressed against him, fighting to close what little space was between you.

He dominated your mouth, drinking you in, and you couldn’t deny it was intoxicating. You needed more. He had your pulse spiking, heart thudding like a kickdrum, tongues and teeth clashing as you fought his domination.

His hand cupped your ass, sending tingles to spread across and settle deep in your core. He lifted you, pushing you to meet his tented sweatpants. Heat and moisture pooled between your legs, gut tightening, and your pussy clenched at emptiness. Fuck, he was rock hard. And from the impression in his sweats, he was big.

You moaned into his mouth, grinding against him.

Oh shit.

That felt good.

Ben growled, removed his hand from the back of your head and wrapped it around your neck. He swung you around and dropped you on the bed like a sack of potatoes.

You gasped for breath, propping yourself on your elbows, and looked at him, chest heaving.

“You were supposed to fucking push me away and slap me, not moan and rub your hot little pussy over me.”

Fuck.

He looked wild. Had you done that to him?

“I’m sorry.” Was all you had to say.

“You’re sorry? I almost blew my fucking pants, and you’re sorry? No, girly, you don’t get to be sorry.”

Ben’s tented sweatpants distracted you. It was all you could look at.

He breathed hard, stepping closer like a predator to its prey. You gulped. The bed dipped as he knelt, moving over you, darkened eyes never once leaving you.

“Turn around.”

Huh?

He didn’t wait for you. His hands flipped you, so you were on your stomach. He caged you, one hand gripping your waist, keeping you in place, the other held your jaw, fingers stroking across your bottom lip.

His breath was raw. Guttural. And it tickled across the shell of your ear.

“I’m gonna fuck you so hard, sweetcheeks, and I ain’t gunna stop. Not until your pussy pops.”

It wasn’t a warning. It was a promise.

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[mind-empty-just-fictional-people]

Forgotten Anniversaries

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summary: beau forgets your two-year anniversary but you don’t realize the next day is another one

paring: beau arlen x female fiance!reader

rating: R for language

word count: 2.3k

warnings: language, ends with pre-smut but cuts off before anything happens

timeline: set after s3 but doesn’t really follow canon

author’s note: beau my beloved! such a sweetheart and deserves so much love!! really wish big sky hadn’t been canceled :,,(

Two years ago to the day marked your first date with your now fiancé. You had met Beau Arlen a few months before that date, and he had finally asked you out after several weeks of pining over you. You worked at a bakery in town walking distance from the station, and once you two started dating you often brought over baked goods for your boyfriend and his deputies.

Six months ago Beau had asked you to marry him, and you said yes. The wedding would be in just a couple more months.

Now, you were once again at the Sheriff’s station, Beau was taking you out for your two-years-dating and six-months-engaged anniversaries. Well, actually you were taking him out. He’d been really busy the last couple of weeks so you had planned the date; a picnic in the same spot he’d proposed to you at.

“Sheriff, Y/n is here to see you,” a deputy told him, poking their head into Beau’s office. Poppernak and Hoyt were in the office as well and they were all discussing an ongoing case.

“Let her in!” Beau beamed, covering a few gory pictures he had splayed on his desk.

“Hey,” you said when you walked into his office.

Beau’s face lit up at the sight of you; such a gorgeous woman who had somehow fallen in love with him. He felt like the luckiest man in the world as he eyed you, still smiling. You wore a summery floral dress that brushed your ankles, with a slit going up your leg and ending just below your left hip. A plunging neckline accented your breasts and the necklace Beau had gifted to you last anniversary. Your hair was done up, but not in a way that felt uncomfortable; it looked elegant but still felt laid back. Blood rushed to your cheeks when you noticed his blush.

“Ready to go?” you asked him, motioning to the door a little. His face fell and you slowly matched his expression.

“Shit,” he mumbled.

“You forgot.” You nodded, biting the inside of your cheek with disappointment.

“Could you two give us a minute?” Beau asked the deputies in the room.

“Yeah, do you want us to go without you?” Jenny asked, referring to what they’d been discussing about taking down the current perp.

“No, I’ll be out in a minute,” he told her before she nodded and left the room; Poppernak followed close behind, and shut the door as he walked out.

“You really forgot?” you asked Beau, looking at him with hurt in your eyes.

“I’m so sorry, Y/n I just got caught up in today’s case,” he said. He stood up from his chair and walked over to you, putting a hand under your chin so you’d look at him. “I swear I didn’t mean to.”

“It’s okay, I understand,” you said quietly, smiling a little.

Beau furrowed his brows. “Why aren’t you mad?” he asked, you just shrugged a little. “Shit, you’re really mad, aren’t you? You wanna yell at me but we’re in a very public place so you’re waiting until tonight to really let me have it-”

“No,” you laughed a little. “Beau, I’m not mad at you. I’m disappointed you forgot but that’s just because I was really looking forward to spending time with you! I had this whole thing planned and everything,” you said, mumbling a little by the end.

“A whole thing, huh?” Beau smiled.

“A picnic in the park where you proposed to me. I baked you a special pie, too.”

“Fuck, I’m so sorry I fucked it up, hun.”

“It’s okay,” you assured him, he still didn’t seem to believe you. “You can make it up to me tonight, how’s that?”

“Oh?”

“Mhm,” you bit your bottom lip as you looked into his bright green eyes, “you can do that one thing I really like, then you’ll be completely forgiven.”

“Oh that thing,” he smirked, “yeah, I will gladly do that.”

He bent down and kissed you, snaking his arms around your hips to bring you closer as your hands went into his hair.

“I love you, Beau.”

“I love you too, Y/n.”

Poppernak knocked on the door and poked his head in, “Sorry to interrupt, but we really have to get going, Arlen.” Beau put his hand up, showing a finger to signal he’d be done in a minute.

“I’ll see you tonight, okay?” he mumbled against your lips. “I promise I’ll make it up to you.”

“Mhm,” you hummed into his mouth as he kissed you again.

“I’ll be home by eight, nine at the latest, ten at the absolute latest, okay?” he assured you, you nodded. “Love you!” He kissed you one last time before he left, putting his cowboy hat on when he opened the door.

“Love you, too.”

**

As the clock struck midnight, you sank deeper into the couch. Your tear filled eyes were glued to the screen as you watched the movie you’d picked; Die Hard. Not the perfect anniversary movie but there was a whole story behind why you’d picked it, having to do with your third date with Beau.

You took another sip of the wine you’d been working on and checked your phone. Still nothing from Beau. The nerve! The absolute audacity this man had! He couldn’t text or call you when he knew he’d be late?

You adjusted yourself on the couch, the babydoll dress you were wearing riding up your bare thighs as a few more tears slipped down your cheeks. You looked away from Bruce Willis and down at the beautiful ring on your finger. Memories of six months ago flooded your mind. How Beau had been so nervous the whole day, as if there was a chance you’d tell him ‘no.’ How he looked at you when he knelt down and opened the velvet box and popped the question. How his smile grew when you answered him.

The front door unlocked, pulling you out of your thoughts, before Beau stepped into your shared house. He walked into the living room and found you there in the dark.

“Hey, Y/n,” he said, walking to the couch and sitting down. You didn’t answer him and instead just took another sip of wine. “I’m really, really sorry, sweetheart.”

“There’s leftovers in the fridge,” you muttered, putting the wine down. “Pie, too.”

“Darlin’ I’m so, so sorry I promise I didn’t mean to stay out so late. The case ran long-”

“And you couldn’t fucking call me?” you exclaimed. “You couldn’t just let me know two hours ago you weren’t gonna make it!? You know how many fucking candles I wasted!?”

“I broke my phone tackling the guy and I came straight here after he was officially in custody,” he told you.

“And do none of your many deputies have a phone you could borrow? Not a single person near you had a fucking cell phone?”

“I’m sorry, I’m so fucking sorry! Hun, I am so god damn sorry!” He reached out and took your hand in his. You let him bring it to his lips and place a kiss on your knuckles. “Please, I love you so much, can we please just celebrate together for a bit before we go to sleep?”

“Our anniversary is over, Beau.” You took your hand back. “You fucking missed it.”

“Actually, today’s an anniversary too,” he whispered, you turned your head to finally look at him. He knitted his brows apologetically when he noticed your tears. “A year ago today, we were sitting on this couch and we had just finished watching Die Hard. You leaned over to kiss me, and as I was kissing you, you mumbled ‘let’s watch the next one.’ And, in that moment, something just like clicked in my brain, and I realized I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you.”

“What?” you mumbled.

“Yep. Exactly one year ago today, I decided to ask you to marry me.” He smiled but it faded when he noticed fresh tears falling. “No, shit! Please don’t cry!”

“That is when you decided to marry me?” you asked, he nodded. “Oh my god!”

“A-Are you happy right now or are you still mad at me, because-” You cut him off with a kiss to his full, pink lips.

“I love you so much, Beau,” you whispered when you pulled away. You kissed him again, putting your hands on his face and smiling against his mouth.

“Love you so much more,” he mumbled, mirroring your smile.

“Wait,” you pulled away, worry in your eyes, “when was the last time you ate?”

“Uh, three-ish, why?”

“Oh my god, you must be starving!” you exclaimed and stood up. You held out your hand for him to take. “C’mon, I’ll reheat the food for you and relight the candles.”

“Seriously?” he asked, smiling and beginning to realize you’d forgiven him for coming home so late.

“Yeah, we’ve got a new anniversary to celebrate,” you replied. He stood up and took your hand, bending down to kiss you again. He followed you to the kitchen.

“Can I say something about what you’re wearing now or…” He bit his lip when you twirled to face him before you nodded. “God damn you’re so beautiful! Your tits look incredible!”

“You’re not too bad yourself, handsome.” You gripped his collar, got on your tippy toes, and kissed him deeply. He wrapped his arms around you so you couldn’t pull away and he could kiss you back. “I love you, Beau.”

“I love you, too.”

“Now, c’mon! Sit down,” you said when you finally pulled away and his grip loosened. He took a seat at the table and you couldn’t stop yourself from playing with his hair. You ran your fingers through it before tilting his head back so you could kiss him again.

As you turned to reheat the food he smacked your ass lightly, making you squeal a little.

“Where’s the lighter?” he asked, wanting to light the candles on the table.

“Under the left candlestick,” you told him, bending down into the fridge to get the tupperware of food.

“Wow, you’re gonna be the death of me, darlin’,” he mumbled. He lifted up the left candle to find the small lighter hidden underneath. He lit the two candles before he put it back.

“You remember what we ate on our first date, right?” you asked him hesitantly.

“Yes, I do,” he replied, earning a suspicious look from you. “I tried cooking spaghetti and meatballs for you, but I completely botched it. So, we ordered in from that Italian place on the other side of town—this delicious chicken parmesan dish with a side of ravioli. While we were waiting for the food, you made us a salad.”

You smiled at him, biting your bottom lip a little.

“Happy two year anniversary, Beau,” you said as you brought two plates over, one filled with the same food as your first date, except you made it yourself. “I can’t promise this is gonna taste nearly as good, but I promise it was made with love.” You took a seat next to him as he took a bite of the chicken.

“Oh my god!” he practically moaned. “This is incredible, sweetheart!”

“Thank you.” You smiled and began eating the salad on your plate. (You’d already eaten dinner but you didn’t want to just watch him eat without eating a little something yourself.) “Oh! I almost forgot the champagne!”

You stood up and got the bottle from the fridge before pouring some into his glass and then your own.

“Happy two year anniversary, Y/n,” he said and lifted his glass to clink it with yours.

“Happy one year of wanting to marry me,” you replied and tapped your glass to his.

“And six months of being engaged,” he reminded you.

**

You two were back on the couch, watching Die Hard even though it was now nearly one. Beau didn’t have work in the morning so he didn’t feel the need to rush to bed.

“Remember our third date?” he asked you quietly, his breath fanning your ear. His arm was wrapped around your shoulders and you were leaning on his chest. He kissed the back of your head as you intertwined his fingers with your own.

“We were watching this movie outside your trailer,” you started. “We were sharing a blanket and I kissed you. It escalated when you moved your hand down…” you took his hand and lowered it toward your torso, “here.”

“Then I kissed you here,” he kissed your neck, “and here,” he kissed down to your collarbone. He turned you around so you could straddle his hips.

“It was cold outside so you didn’t want to get me naked until we were inside and on your bed,” you mumbled against his lips. “So… want to move this into the bedroom?”

“If I remember correctly, you took your bra off under your shirt when we were still outside,” he reminded you.

“I did,” you said, still kissing him, “but I’m not wearing a bra right now.”

“But you are wearing panties.”

He stood up, causing you to do the same. He sat back down and ran his hands up your legs and under your lingerie. He smirked up at you before pulling down your panties which you then stepped out of.

“Alright, now we can move this to the bedroom.” He wrapped his arms around your waist as he stood up, lifting you as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

He carried you upstairs and into the bedroom, kicking the door with his foot.

“Did you put roses on the bed?” he asked, smiling against your mouth when he noticed the petals decorating the mattress and the floor leading up to it.

“You did the same thing last year,” you reminded him, also smiling.

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[smellingofpoetry]

I thought of Beau Arlen when this song came across my playlist yesterday, so thought I’d pass it s as king in case it might inspire you. Enjoy! https://youtu.be/bTNLYeaL7No?si=oUk5owojOctRP_8i

(Songbird by Eva Cassidy)

Characters: Reader, Beau Arlen

Pairing: Beau Arlen x Reader

Warnings: fluff

Word count: 351

A/N: Hi! Here I'm answering a new request just as promised. I'm slowly answering every one of you, so don't worry if you don't get an answer immediately. I'm reading all of you and writing down everything while doing my best to fulfill your wishes. I had to admit that I wasn't a real fan of this song. It's not quite my genre, and I was worried I couldn't write anything down. Nonetheless, I managed to write something in the end; something I quite like, if I can say so myself. I'm just hoping you'll like it as well. Let me know what you think. ❤ All errors are mine.

Y/N woke up with the chirp of songbirds, which was quite common when she stayed over and slept in a van in the middle of nature. That was happening a lot lately, which meant she was supposed to be used to that sound, and yet, she couldn’t help the groan that escaped from her lips. Y/N had to admit that those little birds were helpful during work days. She has never been so on time, something even her boss appreciated. Today, though, was Saturday, and all she wanted to do was sleep. Y/N nestled a bit more under the cover, trying to find the warmth and comfort of the body next to her. She shifted a bit more, but all she could find was cold. She turned around, noticing the empty spot beside her. Y/N frowned, getting up, begrudgingly grabbing the shirt on the nearby chair. She put it on, wrapping it around her middle as she could before walking towards the door. The chilly morning air hit her in the face as soon as she was out. On her right, sitting in one of the chairs with a cup of coffee was Beau. “Hey, sleepyhead.” He smiled at her, opening one of his arms in invitation. Y/N shortened the distance and went to sit in his lap. Beau welcomed her, hugging her with his arm and pulling her closer. “'Morning.” She whispered, nestling against his warmth. Her head found the space between his neck and shoulder to lay over. “Birds again?” he asked with a hint of a smile, kissing her forehead. “Those little –” Y/N stopped herself from swearing at the first ray of the sun. “Next Saturday, we’re staying at my place.” She stated matter of factly. “Uhm, I don’t know…” Beau started, unsure, making her sit straight to look at him better. She even raised one of her brows for good measure. “I mean, we’re in the middle of nature; can see the alba, breathing fresh air and –” “I’ll make you chocolate chip pancakes.” She cut him off. “Deal!” He answered right away, making her giggle.

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November Reading Recs

This month has been a busy one, so I didn't get the chance to read as much as I would have liked, but here are the gems that I did 💖

To show some love and appreciation to all the amazing writers here on tumblr, here are all the fantastic fics I've read this month. 💖

Many of these fics and blogs are 18+ only, and NSFW please heed the author's individual fic warnings and requests regarding no minors. I am not responsible for your media consumption.

2023 Reading Recs

10 Inch Hero

Boaz Priestly

Code Red @zepskies

Authors Summary: When you call him for help, Priestly realizes that he finally has the relationship of his dreams.

Supernatural

Dean Winchester

Smoke Eater Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter12 | Chapter13 | @zepskies

Authors Summary: Dean Winchester is the cocky, but well-respected Lieutenant at Firehouse 25. He leads by example, but he’s also known to break a few hearts. He’s starting to crave something he’s never had, though. Something stable. Something real. 

Escape Chapter 69 | Chapter 70 | @soaringeag1e

Authors Summary:  A serial killer is reeking havoc around Lawrence, Kansas, and Detective Dean Winchester is getting really sick of finding more and more bodies. But one day, he gets a call about another victim. But instead of the location of another body, he gets news that this one escaped the hell of this mans actions.

The One That Got Away Chapter 14 | Chapter 15 | Chapter 16 | Chapter 17 | @pink-sparkly-witch

Authors Summary: Childhood sweethearts, Dean and Y/N, are very much in love with each other. When she accepts a full scholarship to an out-of-state college, she finally gets to leave behind her traumatic childhood and abusive father, but it means leaving Dean behind too.

Over a decade later, Y/N returns to Lawrence, Kansas, and finally tries to heal the only wounds she has left… the psychological and emotional scars her father gave her and the heartbreak she endured by Dean Winchester, the one that got away.

Sam Winchester

Take Me Back Series Prologue | Part 1 | Part 2 | @kaleldobrev

Series Summary: After making a deal to bring you back, Sam doesn't see you until years later when your paths cross during a case

Sam Winchester Drabble @supernaturalfreewill

Big Sky

Beau Arlen

The Ghosts Are Coming For You Chapter 1 | @thebiggerbear

Authors Summary: When Y/N moves to Montana, she figured she’d be in for a much quieter, more slow-paced lifestyle compared to the big city one she had left behind. Meeting Lewis and Clark County’s youngest sheriff while working a string of murders in her new position in Homicide turns out to be anything but — especially when things start to hit a little too close to home and reminds her of things she thought she’d left buried long ago.   

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[bellarkeselection]

4 - First Day at Work

Part 5

Always Had Something For Cowboys

Author - Let me know if there's anything specific you want to see in the next part

Rubbing the sleep from my eyes I yawned trying to wake myself up at 5am. Sitting up against the wooden headboard I sighed seeing that it was still dark out as it was expected to be. I was somewhat used to being up this early after living on the Kleinsasser ranch for a couple of years. But this is a different time now. Gently pushing the covers off my legs my feet hit the wooden floor and I heard Reese making a noise. "Mommy?"

"Sssh baby. Go back to sleep." I whispered to her, tugging the blankets back over her tiny body.

She made a noise rolling over watching me while I made my way over to the wooden dresser. "Did you kiss him?"

"Go back to sleep, Reese. I'll tell you everything after work." I told her digging around for some jeans and a long brown sweatshirt. Leaning forward I kissed her forehead, shutting the door gently behind me not to wake her up again. "Love you, Reese."

Walking through the Dutton Ranch living room I carried my brown boots in my right hand. On my other hand I had a thick Grey jacket hanging over my arm. Finally pairing it all with the hat that I had learned belonged to Kayce's mother last night. Exiting through the front door I made my way to the barn seeing the lights were on inside and everybody else was already saddling their horses. "Excuse me, is there another available horse I could use?"

"Yeah they might be one inside. Why do you ask, ma'am?" A guy wearing a black cowboy hat asked. He had some brown hair and a little bit of stubble on his chin.

Dropping my hands at my sides. "Mr. Dutton's son has offered me a job for the time being."

"I'll handle this, Ryan. Get your ass out there to work." I heard a deeper man's voice speak towards the guy who was speaking with me.

Ryan nodded, riding his horse off in the distance with the other cowboys. "Okay."

"I am the lead ranch hand to Mr. Dutton. I don't remember him saying we had any new ranch hands coming here. What's your name?" The stranger asked me dismounting his black horse that he was riding on.

Extending my hand to him I tried to shake his hand. "I'm Y/n, Y/n Lambert. Mr. Dutton's son knew I needed some money and his father said I could work here as long as I was a hard worker."

The man had dark black hair and eyes that were staring at me intensely. "Rip Wheeler. Can you ride?"

"I have been taught yes. Probably a little rusty but I should be able to remember how to ride." I responded.

Rip tipped his hat at me, heading off towards the open fence. "Good deal. Saddle yourself a horse and get to work."

Entering the white wooden barn I eyed the empty horse stalls until I came across a light tan horse standing on the end. Unlocking the wooden door I pushed it open, holding out my hand to touch the horse's nose. "Hey buddy. It's alright. I ain't gonna hurt you." I whispered, leading him out of the stall. Finding a saddle on the wall I tossed it on where it takes me a second getting some of the straps twisted around.

Climbing up onto the horse I sighed, taking the reins in my hands gently. Walking the horse out of the barn I saw that Rip was waiting there for me. "Come on, girl. We're burning work time."

"I'm coming." I called out to him kicking the horse in the side where he ran forward to the ranch hand. Together we rode out into the field and to the cattle that needed to be moved from one field to a different one.

Riding through the field I did my best to keep my hat on my head chasing after one of the cattle that had gotten loose from the group. Getting my horse as close as possible the cafe made a noise but moved over in the direction I pushed it. "Dang girl. Did you say you had no experience riding before?"

"I said I might be rusty. My ex's family owns a ranch. He taught me everything I know." I smiled, tipping my hat to the cowboy who lived in the bunkhouse that I had learned was named Colby.

He nodded, turning his horse in the direction with the others and the cattle. "Keep it up. You're definitely better than Jimmy was when he started here."

"Hey I didn't lose my new hat this time." Jimmy, who was wearing a light tan hat called over to us.

Colby taunted him back. "You threw your hat on the bed, Jimmy. You're lucky you didn't get piss in your boot for that."

"Hey, are we working or having conversations over there!" Rip gained our attention causing all three of us to look in his direction.

Fixing my hat on my head I rode over towards him and the other two followed me. "Sorry Rip. We're coming." The ride back to the barn wasn't too bad and the only downside was that the sun was almost setting when I got the horse back and settled for the night.

"Mommy, can you watch the sunset with me?" The front door opened onto the porch when I was coming up the stairs.

Looking down at my clothes I didn't feel too great after being sweaty all day. My hair was now in a messy bun so it wasn't in my face when I rode back. "Awe sorry, Reese. But I need to change out of my work clothes first."

"Oh okay." She lowered her gaze from mine.

Somebody else came out of the door revealing Kayce who put a hand on her shoulder. "I can watch the sunset with her for a little bit."

"Thanks Kayce. I'll be quick I promise." I swore to him heading into the house. Going upstairs, stripping off my muddy work clothes. Getting into the shower I moved as quickly as possible before grabbing some fresh clothes. My phone vibrates on the edge of the bed where I read the familiar nickname of JW. "What do you want, John Wayne?"

He sternly responded. "What else would I be calling about except you and my daughter."

"Our daughter! How many times must I remind you of this."

JW scoffs. "Whatever. You know what I am calling about Y/n. You took off and ran to keep my child from me."

"I had every right to do so. You aren't - haven't been a good father to her after the day she could walk. Your head is filled with the desire of gaining the ranch from the day your daddy spat it from his mouth."

He didn't sound fazed by the facts I was spouting off. "It is my birthright and it will be here when she's old enough."

"Yeah right, JW. You still have your head so far up your ass to stop thinking about that dang ranch for a second. You have a young daughter and someone you used to care about." Running my freehand through my hair I huffed.

He replied again. "I'm doing this for us, Y/n. This ranch is everything to me...everything to us."

"Jenny was right about you. Goodbye JW." I removed the phone away from my ear hitting the end call button and blocked his number for good measure. Going back downstairs I left my phone in my room seeing that the sunset was almost about to be gone. Stepping just up the closed front door I sucked in a breath at what I saw before me.

Out on the porch I watched my daughter laughing with Kayce over something he must have said. He certainly was better than my ex boyfriend that was for certain. "It took him a while but he's improved."

"I'm sorry, John. Oh hi....what are you talking about?" I noticed the man of the household was coming from the kitchen.

He raised a coffee cup to his mouth. "He had his one trouble when he told me he got a girl he barely knew pregnant. I didn't take it well. But now I can't imagine my life without my grandson."

"I can't imagine mine without Reese in it. And I honestly don't ever want to." I replied to the elder p.

He lowered his cup going to the living room. "If you're thinking of staying you're welcome too. I know that me and Tate wouldn't mind. Kayce either."

"Maybe you're right John. Maybe this could be my new home." Wrapping my arms around myself I heard him sit down allowing me the chance to step out onto the porch. Reese bolte to my arms and I laughed carrying her over to the swing Kayce was sitting on. Sitting down the three of us watched the sunset fade off together.

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[minefield-of-a-ninja]

Summary: Jenny isn’t comfortable being vulnerable, but Beau has a way with words.

Characters: Jenny Hoyt x Beau Arlen, Deputy Mo Poppernak

Warnings/tags: explicit, dirty talk, Beau never shuts up, ever

Words: 1300

Author’s notes: We don’t know why Beau goes to counseling, so I’m pretending that it’s something to do with whatever was in his record that he claimed some people may not like.

This will be a collection of random glimpses into falling in love, trusting someone with more than just your body, and finding comfort in intimacy.

Many thanks and all my love to @brrose-apothecary and @stunudo for pre-reads and pom poms and being my friends.

Jenny’s always felt as though she’s a spectator to her own life, a casual observer of her father walking out the door, a bystander to her mother’s corruption,  and the last to know about Cody’s infidelity. It all played out without her engagement or consent.

Maybe that’s why she throws herself into her work.

Sheriff Tubb isn’t an easy man to impress, but he respects her and has been an incredible mentor. When he was shot in the line of duty, she assumed she would fill in for him as undersheriff while he recovered. Instead, he called in a semi-retired Texas deputy with a history of bad behavior.

Saying that Jenny was “red-assed” over an outsider with a record of suspensions taking her rightful place was a bit of an understatement.

Of course, Jenny pulled his file. He opened the door for anybody to look, after all. Turns out Beau Arlen knows quite a bit about drug cartels as well as human trafficking. Some of his most admirable work has been wrapped up in the two while breaking rules and defying authority.

Jenny isn’t the most by-the-book deputy herself, but she kept her guard up with Beau from the beginning and prepped for a cold war.  

“How you wanna do this, darlin’?”

“Darling?!”

Now, Beau looks up at her smugly from his office chair, steadily tapping the insides of her Louboutins with his dusty cowboy boots and murmuring that contentious nickname followed by a barrage of filth that turns Jenny’s skin hot pink and makes her wet between her legs.

She shifts against the edge of his desk where she’s entirely too exposed to his antics.

“I... should get back to my desk,” she tries to sneak away, realizing too late that her knees are already weak.

Beau snags the corner of his bottom lip with his teeth, pitches forward, and hooks a finger through one of her belt loops to easily drags her into his lap.

Jenny squeaks like a toy in the jaws of a puppy. “Someone could walk in any second,” she playfully protests, her palms against his warm, broad chest.

Beau chuckles, wrapping an arm around her middle and tucking one hand up into her hair. He tilts her head and surveys the length of her throat before dipping in to press his lips to her skin.

“Does that turn ya on?” His words graze the shell of her ear as he speaks. “To think about somebody walkin’ in on us? That they’d know just how much you like my hands on you and how easy you are for me.”

Ninety-nine percent of the time, Jenny imagines herself like a vault, impenetrable and imperturbable. Beau and his litany of anecdotes have been chipping away at that percentage for months, though, especially since he added the kinds of things that make her clothes itchy.

“Beau,” she gasps as his lips and thumb brush her throat. His fingers slowly wrap the column and she can’t catch her breath.

“Unbuckle your belt,” he says, his voice barely above a whisper. “I like it when you do it for me.”

Jenny sighs and rests her temple on his shoulder, pulling the leather tip of her belt from the heavy buckle. His breath is steady and the heat from his body, his hand around her throat and his arm around her waist, make her feel safe where she shouldn’t.

The bustle of the precinct whirls outside his closed door as she finishes her task then opens the brass button of her jeans.

“Good girl,” he says, nibbling along her jaw. “Zipper, too.”

Jenny shudders as his soft and easy tone utters praise and demands. Her bottom lip should be bloody with worry at how hard she’s biting it. She obeys and Beau’s hand slides from her neck to her open jeans.

“What should I do to you today, huh?” he asks as they both watch his fingers trace the edge of her plain black satin panties.

“Just…” Jenny arches her back, throwing one knee over the arm of his chair, and spreading her legs with an impatient grunt.

The sheriff responds with a gravelly chuckle. “Greedy, greedy, greedy.” He relents, slipping his hand under the fabric with a hiss.

“So slick, baby,” he taunts, watching her squirm. He thumbs alongside her clit as he barely notches two fingertips inside her. “Should I let you come now, or rile ya up so you walk around the station wet and wantin’ my dick?”

“God,” Jenny groans, burying her face in his neck and bucks into his hand, forcing his fingers deeper. Her cunt squelches and sucks like an entity of its own, but she’s never felt more in tune with her body in her life the way she is with Beau.  

“Yeah, you wanna come now,” he answers his own question, turning his head to press a kiss to her forehead. They both watch his fingers disappear inside her.

“Beau,” she whispers, reaching up to sink her fingers into his soft, thick hair. She twists and tugs, hoping to make him swear.

“Fuck,” he huffs a quiet laugh. “Maybe you really do want ‘em all knowin’ I’m two knuckles’ deep in your pussy.”

He turns her head to claim her mouth with his. Their lips twist, hot and slow and deep, his wet tongue teases and swipes. He sucks on her bottom lip until she’s panting.

“So you’re really never gonna date another cop?”

“Would it break your heart?”

“You wish.”

The way he looked at her that day made her stomach flip. Jenny had slowly fallen in love with his corny cowboy wisdom, his stories about his daughter, the way he assesses a crime scene out loud just as she puts it all together in her own mind — and, now, to hear him say the things that are for her ears only.

Jenny grips his wrist, convulsing. “I’m-” she groans, and Beau chuckles quietly.

“Shh.” He kisses her as she comes, squeezing his fingers and whimpering.

Jenny returns to reality, slumped in Beau’s lap, head lazy against his shoulder as he licks and sucks his fingers clean. He gently releases his hold around her waist and strokes her denim-clad thigh.

“We got a one o’clock, Hoyt. Get yourself together.” He grunts teasingly, shifting in his chair and letting her up.

She shakes her hair out of her face, tucks her t-shirt in, and refastens her pants. Just as she’s finishing the buckle on her belt, there’s a knock on the door and a jiggle of the knob.

Her heart races and her wild eyes shoot to Beau.

“Just a minute,” he calls, unfolding from his chair and very obviously adjusting his erection as he tosses her a wink.

Jenny huffs and rolls her eyes as Beau opens the door to a baffled Poppernak. 

“Huh.” Beau plays dumb, making a show of examining the lock. “Must’ve locked itself!”

Deputy Poppernak wanders inside, eying Jenny’s flushed cheeks and messier than normal hair. Then his eyes go wide.

Jenny plants her hands on her hips and narrows her own eyes, sending him a silent message to shut the fuck up and don’t you dare or I will kill you.

“Whatcha got, Popsocket?” Beau asks, slicing between Jenny’s death stare and Poppernak’s signature deer-in-headlights impression. He waltzes from the door back to the scene of the crime and proudly takes a seat.

Jenny is torn between hysterical laughter at the batshit absurdity of the situation and running from the deputy’s prying gaze. Instead, she draws a breath and clears her throat

“You were going to phone the neighbors?” She throws Poppernak a bone.

“Uhh... yeah. Neighbors,” Poppernak mutters, blinking down at his notes before hesitantly reporting his findings to his partner and his boss.

Jenny ticks her  impatient gaze to Beau long enough to catch his predictably self-satisfied smirk. She bites into her bottom lip to keep from giggling as a blush creeps across her cheeks and she settles back against the edge of the mahogany desk.

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[bisexualpirateheart]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Big Sky (US TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Cassie Dewell/Jenny Hoyt Characters: Cassie Dewell, Jenny Hoyt, Beau Arlen Additional Tags: Spoilers for Season 3, Missing Scene, Established Relationship Summary:

"Moving on, because I have."

Jenny and Cassie both know who Cassie's going home with at the end of movie night.

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[waywardxwords]

The Fix

Summary: Everyone has a past, but yours seemed to haunt you. You've tried to move forward with a normal life, but the day comes when that's not possible anymore. When Sheriff Beau Arlen enters your life, you're certain he is going to judge you just like everyone else in town does. But something about Beau is different.

Warnings: Warnings will be listed on individual chapters. Language, abduction, domestic violence discussion/descriptions, drug topics are a few. I reserve the right to add additional warnings as I go.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Epilogue

Completed 11/17/23

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[zepskies]

Didn't Mean to Stay

Pairing: Beau Arlen x Female Reader 

Summary: After three months, you ask Beau to make it clear. Is he serious about this relationship, or are you two just passing time?

AN: I've done a lot of Soldier Boy recently, so here's Beau for a palette cleanser. 😂 This came about from this music prompt a while back! I’m happy to finally get to this. 

Song Inspo: “Didn’t Mean to Stay All Night” by Starship

Word Count: 1,700 Tags/Warnings: 18+ only! Nudity, fluff, bit of angst.

In times like these, you really hated the sun. 

You squeezed your eyes tighter, trying to block out the beam of light that seemed to be hitting you directly between the eyes. 

Damn. Really need to get those blinds fixed.

You’d asked your landlord about it a few times now. Not to mention the backed up garbage disposal in your sink, and your refrigerator that kept leaking something green.

Whatever. Rent’s cheap for a reason, you mused. 

With a sleepy sigh, you rolled over and met resistance. A toned, freckled arm was in your way. You slipped a hand around the familiar bicep, soothing warm fingers over chilled skin. 

A deep hum reached you, followed by Beau’s head lolling over.

A smile growing across your lips, you snuggled closer and perched your chin on his shoulder. And with gentle fingers, you traced across his brows, sweeping away locks of his brown hair. You then traced down his nose, the bow of his lips, the point of his bearded chin.

When his green eyes finally opened, they found your face with fond, if sleepy exasperation. It seemed you couldn’t help but wake him up. But he could admit, you gave the best damn wake up calls. 

“There’s a man in my bed,” you said. Your cheeky smile grew along with his.

“That there is,” he said. His eyes roamed your face, probably for the same reason you traced his. He unearthed a hand from below the covers to thumb at your chin, tilting your face up to him for a slow morning kiss. 

But as always with Sheriff Beau Arlen, it never stopped there. His hand swept across your cheek, into your hair that was still tangled from the night before. You went willingly into his embrace, slipping your naked thigh between his legs and half lying on his chest. His bare skin felt cool against yours. 

“Why’re you so cold?” you wondered with a frown. You rubbed down his arm, his chest, his back and shoulders, whatever exposed skin you could reach. Beau quirked a smile and held you tighter against him, pressing your breasts against his chest. His hands splayed across your back and playfully squeezed you. 

“Why’re you so warm?” he countered. “Thought it was my job to bring the heat here.” 

You snorted in response. “That’s a shared responsibility, sir.”

You felt his length growing against your thigh in response to your touch, and you were tempted to reach below the sheets to give him a proper “good morning.” Beau’s nipping kisses along your neck distracted you, however. 

“Guess I’m not used to winters in Montana just yet,” he admitted. His voice was deep and still a bit coarse. Delight tingled down your spine as you ran a warm hand up and down his back. 

“That’s okay. I’ll help you acclimate,” you said in his ear. His chuckle reverberated in your chest, down to your toes. 

“I’m sure you will, darlin’,” he said with that Texan drawl of his. It was always thicker when he was sleepy. You also heard the smile in his voice. “Though I gotta wonder if we haven’t been doing just that for the past few months.”

Your lips pressed thoughtfully against his neck. “I’ve been meaning to ask you about that.”

“Yeah?”

You leaned back so you could see his face, and you held a hand to his cheek. Just as you drew your courage enough to ask him what had been plaguing your mind for weeks now, Beau caught sight of the digital clock on your nightstand. 

“Aw, damn,” he said. “Didn’t mean to stay all night again.”

You couldn’t help but deflate at that. Withdrawing your hand, your smile faded. He caught the change when he glanced back up at you, and his brows furrowed. 

“Sorry, it’s just…Carla’s bringing my daughter this morning. I’m taking her out for breakfast before my shift,” he admitted. 

You nodded at that, though you still hadn’t officially met his daughter Emily. Not as his girlfriend at least…but then again, even after three months, you weren’t sure if you’d earned that label. 

Clearly you hadn’t, as Beau wasn’t inviting you to breakfast.

He probably just wants to spend some one-on-one time with his daughter, you tried to reason. You knew he didn’t get to see her as often as he liked. 

“If she likes pancakes, might want to take her to The Belgian. They make a mean three-egg scramble too,” you supplied, giving him a smile as you started to detangle yourself from his embrace. 

Beau quirked a brow and caught you quick by the wrist. “Not so fast there.”

Your breath caught in your throat when he guided you back down. He clasped your hand to his chest and peered up at your face, raising his brows, searching your gaze. 

“Am I missing somethin’ here?” he asked. 

You rose a brow back. Maybe you were feeling a bit petulant. “I don’t think so.”

Beau heard your tone loud and clear. His brows furrowed as his thumb drew back and forth over the back of your hand. Then, his eyes brightened with a realization.

“What were you trying to tell me just a minute ago?” he asked. Your lips pursed.

“Nothing,” you denied, trying to tug your hand out of his. He held firm, but his frown deepened. 

“For damn sure, that’s not your nothing face,” he said. “Level with me, please?”

The longer you chanced staring into his eyes, the quicker his earnestness got to you. You let out a sigh and relaxed back down in the bed. You laid on your side and squeezed your fingers around his hand. 

“Beau, I don’t want to put any more pressure on you than you already have.” At work, and in other areas of his life, as he’d managed to tell you. Mind you, that had come after weeks and months of letting him know, in whatever ways you could, that his deeper thoughts and worries were safe with you. 

“But I have to know,” you said. “…What are we doing here?”

Beau looked surprised by the question. It took him long enough to answer that you had to assume the worst.

“Look, I understand if you’re not ready for something serious right now,” you said, hating the shake in your voice. “But, um…if that’s what this is for you, then I’m not sure I can keep on.”

Beau frowned. “All right. Hold on.”

Again, he gently tugged you back from pulling away from him. He held your cheek this time, and he was prepared to catch the tears he saw welling up in your eyes. 

“Maybe I haven’t made myself clear. And I’m sorry, I guess that’s my fault,” he said. His thumb soothed against your cheek, but it was his smile that gave you hope. 

“I was operating under the assumption that you’re my girl… That all right with you?” he asked with his usual charm, and maybe a bit of cheek. 

A slow smile tugged at your lips, just as relief began to make you feel lighter.

“It just might be,” you quipped. That earned you his grin in return. 

Beau leaned up and drew you into a kiss, slow at first, but quickly gaining in passion. His arms slipped around you again, pulling you onto his chest, then rolling you underneath him. You squealed in surprise at the move.

He caged you between his arms bracing on either side of your head, and his knees trapped your hips. You ran your hands up his bare chest, smiling in approval at the new warmth on his skin. 

But then you stopped him short of kissing you again as something occurred to you. 

“You need to get home,” you reminded him. “Emily’s going to be waiting for you soon.”

Beau hesitated, brows furrowing because he knew you were right, but he still gave you one more deep kiss.

“Say.” He briefly parted from you. “Got any plans this morning?”

Your smile grew, as warm as your hand on his cheek. 

“Not really. It’s a Saturday with me, myself, and I,” you replied. Beau plied you with his lips, once, twice, and then burned a slow, hot path down your neck. 

“Well, I think it’s high time I introduced my daughter to my girlfriend over a short stack of pancakes,” he said. He then pulled back enough to see your face, and he asked a question with his eyes. “That is, if she’s willing.”

Your smile for him was brighter than that golden beam of sunlight, which once again hit you dead in the face and nearly blinded you. 

But from where Beau was sitting, it just managed to make your eyes shine with every shade of beauty. 

“She could be persuaded,” you said. Your smile turned teasing. “She’s also got a leaky sink that needs fixing…and quite honestly, that fridge is starting to scare me.”

Beau’s chuckle shook the bed. “Shoulda known that ask would come with a price tag. Free pancakes ain’t enough for you?”

When he dipped down for another kiss, you mischievously turned your head so he got your cheek instead. 

“Oh, now you’re playin’ hard to get?” he quipped. “I see how it is…”

You giggled as his body weight playfully threatened to crush you. But you trailed your fingers through his hair and showed him your earnestness this time. 

“Of course I want to meet your daughter, Beau. I know it hasn’t been that long but…” You bit your lip against a deeper confession, though you knew he would find it in your eyes. 

His face softened, eyes crinkling at the corners with his smile. 

“How’s this. After my shift tonight, I’ll start on fixing that wily fridge,” he offered. 

Your insides warmed like maple syrup, and you twined your arms around his neck.

“Make it tomorrow,” you said. Your eyes twinkled with mischief. “I’ve got plans for you tonight.”

AN: Aww, writing this 'lil fic made me all warm and fuzzy. 🥰 Let me know what you think!

(I also have more Soldier Boy imagines coming soon, either next week or this week, if I get impatient lol.)

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[xenaxena]

Tap The Badge

— masterlist

— pairing: beau arlen x female reader

— summary: you’re very turned on by the way the sheriff gestures to his badge

— word count: 1.2k

— warnings: established relationship, porn with little plot, oral sex (male and female receiving), cock praising (is that a thing?), body worship, hair pulling, unprotected sex (not real, use protection people)

— want smut without plot? scroll down to —xxx—

— author’s note: a description of what went through my head when i saw beau in this scene

“Beau, why are you dressed up for work?” you laughed a little, seeing him in his jeans, boots, button up, the whole deal. “It’s nearly ten o’clock, aren’t you coming to bed?”

“In a minute, darlin’, I’m practicing something,” he replied, not looking away from the full body mirror. You tore back the covers and got out of bed.

“What are you practicing?” you asked, folding your arms and furrowing your brows a little.

He turned away from the mirror to face you; “Sheriff Beau Arlen, ma’am,” he said sternly and tapped the badge attached to his left hip. You swallowed thickly. “How was that?”

“G-Good,” you nodded, “uhm, do it again just so I can- uh- really- evaluate your- uh- technique?”

He furrowed his brows but nodded, and did it again. “Beau Arlen, Sheriff.” He tapped the badge again, not missing how you crossed your legs. “Is this turning you on?”

“Oh god, yes. Do it again,” you exclaimed.

—xxx—

“Sheriff Beau Arlen,” he said, again tapping the badge on his hip. “Anything I can do for you ma’am?”

“Oh god yes,” you dropped to your knees. “Please let me suck your cock.”

“As the Sheriff, I must ask you to hold still, ma’am.” He smirked down at you and patted your head a little before unzipping his pants and taking out his dick. You again swallowed thickly, practically salivating at the glorious sight. “And, as the Sheriff,” he gripped your chin gently, “I’m gonna have you suck this cock.”

“Oh god yes! Yes, sir, please fuck- I wanna suck this cock!” You looked up at him as he smiled before guiding his cock to your lips.

“Open up, ma’am.”

You wrapped your lips around the head of his cock and teased him with your tongue. He let out a sinful moan which caused you to do the same.

“God, baby just like that, fuck!” he groaned, pulling at your hair with one hand, while the other caressed your stretched cheek. “So beautiful, so fuckin’ beautiful darling.”

All you could do was moan and stare up at him as you sucked off the Sheriff.

“Alright, that’s enough,” he said and pulled you off of him.

“What?” you asked, furrowing your brows.

“C’mon, stand up hon,” he whispered and helped you to your feet before he kissed you. “As much as I adore those lips around my cock I ain’t coming down your throat, I’m coming in the tight little pussy of yours.”

You let out a gasping moan before he kissed you again. One hand rested on your hip while his other hand reached down into your panties.

“Fuckin’ soaked,” he chuckled lowly. He moved his fingers through your folds, loving the sounds you made. He moved his hands under your shirt and helped you take it off, exposing your breasts and leaving you in just a pair of panties. He stepped back a little so he could truly examine your boobs. “Look at you.” He bit his bottom lip and cupped your breasts delicately.

“Beau!” you moaned and closed your eyes, reveling in the feeling of his hands playing with your soft skin.

“So fuckin’ perfect, such fuckin’ beautiful tits,” Beau mumbled. “God damn it, now I wanna come on these tits!”

“Beau, please just- just need you,” you gasped when he pinched your nipples. Your hands went to run up and down his forearms. “Need you i-in me, please Beau? Fuck!”

“Alright, darling I’ve got you,” he said and kissed you quickly. “Get in the bed, I need to undress.” You hurried over to the bed, ridding yourself of your panties on the way.

“Wait,” you stopped him from taking off his shirt, “d-do the badge thing one more time?” He smirked widely.

“Sheriff Beau Arlen,” he tapped the badge again, “you need to spread your legs for me, ma’am.”

“Yes, sir, anything for you Sheriff,” you exclaimed and spread your legs as you sat with your back against the headboard. “Could you please put your dick in me now? I really want you to fuck me, sir!” You didn’t miss the way his cock twitched and his breath hitched.

“Sorry, miss, but I think I’m gonna have to eat you out first,” he replied. “That pussy looks way too sweet.”

He didn’t waste another second and hurried onto the bed. He pulled you forward so you were laying down with his face between your thighs. He slowly dragged his tongue through your folds, swiping your clit quickly and watching as you threw your head back.

“Oh god, Beau- fuck!” you moaned. “Beau f-fuck I-I’m- ooh god!”

He didn’t let up. He put your clit between his lips and sucked in harshly, making you scream with pleasure. But he still didn’t stop. He then blew out, the cool air stinging your bud sweetly. He dragged his tongue down through your folds then back up. Up and down, side to side, never missing the way you convulsed when he hit certain parts.

“Cl-Close Beau! Fuck, so close!” you exclaimed.

“Mhm, hold on a little longer,” he laughed, the vibration going straight to your core. He put his lips back over your clit and again sucked on it, swiping his tongue across to add to the pleasure.

“Close, close, close, Beau!” you breathed, repeating his name over and over.

“Go ahead, baby, let go,” he mumbled before going back to work on your clit.

You let go and gushed all over him, closing your eyes tightly as you let the orgasm flow through you. When you came down from your high you were met with his stare; he hovered above you, his beard glistening with your cum.

“I love you so fuckin’ much,” you mumbled, still drunk with pleasure.

“Love you so much fuckin’ more,” he whispered back and kissed your lips.

When you started kissing him back he took that as his cue to slide himself into you.

You both groaned with pleasure.

“B-Beau!” You reached up to brush his face with your hand. “Fuck, I love you!”

He smiled and rested his forehead on yours as he pulled halfway out then thrusted right back in. He repeated the motion and had you moaning his name with each movement.

“So fuckin’ perfect,” Beau mumbled. “Fuckin’ goddess.”

“Close- Close again, B-Beau,” you whispered. “R-Really close.”

“Right there with you, honey,” he grunted. “Come with me.”

A few more thrusts had you screaming his name as you experienced your second orgasm of the night and he unloaded his semen into you.

“Fu-uck Beau,” you groaned as he slipped out of you and collapsed onto your heaving chest.

“I love you so much, darling,” he reached up to put his hand on your cheek, not moving his head to look at you. “So fuckin’ much.”

“You- You’re still in your uniform,” you reminded him. “Get more comfortable before you fall asleep, hon, you need to have a- a good night’s sleep for your first day of work tomorrow.”

He slowly lifted himself off of you and stood up. “Fuck all I had to do was take my dick out and I made you cum twice,” he chuckled.

“What can I say,” you shrugged tiredly, “you’re fuckin’ incredible Sheriff.” He bent down and kissed you quickly with a smile. “And I love you so goddamn much!”

#beau arlen x reader #beau arlen #beau arlen fic #beau arlen smut #big sky #xenaxena

[julesthequirky]

The Choice: Chapter Four

All my work is purely aimed at those 18+ so minors kindly, DNI.

Summary: You find three of your favourite characters in your home. It shouldn’t be possible, but there they are. In the flesh. How the hell did they get there? And surely there’s a way to get them back? But as you get close to each one, the thought of sending them back proves difficult to comprehend.

Characters/Pairings: Fem!Reader, Dean, Beau and Soldier Boy/ Ben (and Eric the black cat.)

Warnings: Language, mentions of divorce, mentions of manipulation, typical Soldier Boy behaviour.

A/N: If you've noticed continuity errors regarding the divorce timeline, that is entirely my fault. I write these chapters on the fly, with the bare minimum on how the chapter will end, and the scope of the story. Excuses aside, I am making amends as I go. If you see any continuity errors, please let me know. Sometimes I just forget.

W/C: 1,726

Feeling lighter, thanks to Beau, you headed down after him. Checking your phone, you almost baulked at the time. It was half eleven at night. Where were they all going to sleep?

Two spare guest bedrooms were left free. One had been your ex-husband’s gaming room, and the other you’d wanted to turn into a nursery, but your ex had shot that idea down not long into the marriage. You’d talked about having kids, and he’d agreed. You’d show him cribs and strollers, and he’d smile and comment pleasantly. He fed into your dreams only to destroy them. You’d kept the gifts from family and friends, hiding them in boxes, unable to part with them no matter his insistence.

He had decided to sleep in that room during the separation. Out of fear of him finding the items, you hid them in your room, only to return them once he had left.

Now you had two guest rooms, both with double beds. You were sure none of them would share, and why would they? They were grown men, for God’s sake. That left the couch, which would not fit any of them on. You could barely fit on it. It was more of a loveseat and not a comfortable sleep. You knew from experience. It taxed the back if slept on for too long. This left you with the final option—your bed. And you hadn’t had a man in your bed since your ex a year and a half ago.

You scratched your chin lightly and walked with purpose towards the kitchen. You stopped in your tracks when you saw Ben. He sat at your table, a half-empty bottle of rosé clamped in his fist, and the rest was quickly following down his gullet. You knew for a fact it had been full the last time you’d checked your fridge.

After finishing the wine in mere seconds, he clunked the bottle down and belched loudly, then pronounced—

“You’ve got God awful taste in wine. A nun couldn’t get pissed offa that. Don’t suppose you’ve anything stronger?”

You blinked in astonishment.

“Uh, no. Only rosé.”

His lip curled, and he huffed but stayed seated. What could you do? You didn’t have the time to go to the store. He could wait.

“I’ll pick something up tomorrow.” You said pulling open a drawer.

He replied with a grunt as you were taking out paper straws. All equal in size, you cut one in half, then tucked them into your sweater pocket when you were finished. Behind you, a chair scraped back, and when you turned, Ben was rising to his feet, shield in arm.

“C’mon, I need to figure out where you’re all sleeping.”

“Oh,” His voice perked up. “Bet you’ve never slept with three blokes at the same time, eh?”

His eyes twinkled, and a smile slipped out. God, he was an asshole, but that smile…that smile made your stomach flutter.

“Lemme guess—one for each hole, right?” You said deadpan.

“You guessed it, sugar.”

You shook your head and patted his arm, striding past him to the living room. Dean was still inspecting the box, lips moving silently as he attempted to read the inscription. Working this whole thing out without his hunter contacts would take much longer. Beau had his fingers deep in Eric’s fur, who was purring loudly on the cowboy’s lap.

Ben sauntered in, smirk on his lips. He propped his shield down and perched against the couch’s arm, crossing his arms against his broad chest. Out of the three, he was the one that intimidated you the most.

You wiped your hands along your lounge bottoms. This needed sorting. It couldn’t wait any longer. You turned slightly, pulling out the straws, making sure the tops were of equal length, before presenting them to the boys.

“Pick one. This is gonna determine your sleeping arrangements.”

Dean looked up from the box, and Beau’s brows raised in wonderment. But they both reached forward, picking a straw. Each one was long, which left—

“So, what’s the short straw? The couch?” Ben inquired as he plucked the remaining straw from your hand.

“No.”

It was damn typical of him to get the shortest. It meant bunking with you. In your bed.

“The short straw is my bed. With me.”

“Ohoh.” Ben rubbed his hands together in glee. There was that twinkle in his eye again.

Oh, brother. You took the opportunity before something else came hurling out of his mouth.

“Lemme show Beau and Dean to their rooms, and tomorrow we’ll head into town and pick up some essentials.”

“Skin mags and lotion,” Flew out of Ben’s mouth. He nudged Dean beside him. “Gotta clean those pipes out, amirite?”

You sighed and scrubbed a hand down your face. Damn that man. Dean chuckled lightly but otherwise didn’t engage.

Before Ben could say anything more, you spoke up. “Why don’t I show you to your rooms.”

All three stood up. All right then. You picked up the box sets from the coffee table, quirking your eyebrows at Dean with a smile as you held the heavy set to your chest. You turned off the light and made your way upstairs. You showed Dean and Beau to their rooms, told them where the bathroom was and if they had any problems, told them which room was yours.

Then you retired to your room with Ben following.

“Betcha never slept with a Supe before, eh?” There was that teasing tone again.

He closed the door behind him and instantly started stripping. You looked away, heat rising in your neck and cheeks.

“Whatsa matter, sweetcheeks? Never seen a specimen as fine as myself before?” He chuckled lightly.

The box sets were getting heavy in your arms, so you dropped them onto the bed. Sighing, you knelt down and pulled out a suitcase from under the bed. In one of the pockets was a TSA-approved padlock.

Ben huffed a small laugh. “You think that piddly ass of a lock is gonna keep any of us out? I’m sure if we wanted, we could get past it. Real fuckin’ easy.”

You looked up. He only had his Supersuit pants on, top stuffed in his hands. He was in peak physical form. Perfect abs and pecs you wanted to run your hands over. Hard and toned, with thick biceps that could crush heads.

Damn.

You swallowed thickly.

He smirked.

“You wanna put your eyes back inside your head unless you’re lookin’ to ride the stallion?”

You closed your mouth and resumed your task—zipping and locking the suitcase.

“It’s a matter of principle. And respect. I wouldn’t delve into your belongings, so you won’t do it with mine.”

Ben snorted. “Believe what you wanna believe.”

“Well, I’m asking you not to.”

You pushed the suitcase back under the bed.

“Why you hiding them away anyway? Afraid we’ll watch our own shows?”

You rose to your feet. Now he had his Supe pants off and stood in his boxers.

“You know what they say. Curiosity killed the cat.”

He raised his eyebrows as you snatched your pyjamas off the bed and headed for the ensuite. No way were you comfortable with changing in front of him.

“I don’t bite. Not unless you want me to.”

He laughed as you closed the door on him. Sitting on the toilet, you rested your head in your hands. Oh, why did it have to be him? He was so toxic, so destructive, but dammit, he was so fucking hot. You’d thought about him in the worst ways, and they’d always give you the hardest orgasms.

But this wasn’t you and your imagination. He was really in there, almost naked, teasing and testing you. The sight of his body conjured all kinds of things and would be used when appropriate.

You changed, did your business and brushed your teeth before heading out. Ben was sitting in bed on your side. He had his hands behind his head, wearing a smirk.

“That’s my side…but I guess it doesn’t matter.”

You dropped your clothes in the laundry basket and slipped into bed beside him. Now, how were you going to do this? Form a pillow blockade? No. He’d most likely laugh at that, and you didn’t have the pillows for it.

You shuffled your pillow down a little bit and laid down, making sure the back of your head only just touched the mattress and pulled your hair up in a pony. You turned to see Ben giving you a strange look.

“What the fuck? You special or something?”

You frowned. “No. I’m just…particular.” You had the duvet up to your chin, lying dead straight.

“You look like Dracula in his fucking coffin.”

“We all have quirks.”

He quirked his eyebrows.

“That’s saying something.”

He pushed himself from sitting to lying down, causing you to sway as he did. He leant on one arm, looking your way.

“You look like you haven’t had a shit in a week. You nervous?”

“Little bit, yeah. You’re a bit of a wild card, and it’s been a while since a man has been in the same bed as me.”

“Like how long?”

“A year and a half.”

“Wow. You must really be gagging for it, huh?”

You huffed a small laugh.

“Contrary to popular opinion, no, actually.”

“Well, despite what you may think of me, I’m not gonna jump on you. Though if I knew I’d be picking the short straw, I’d have asked you to go to the store sooner. Dry rubbin’ fuckin’ hurts.”

Huh?

Ohhh.

You pulled a face and stared up at the ceiling. Ben laughed at your reaction and turned out the light, finally putting his head on the pillow.

You laid there, staring at the ceiling and minutes later, you heard his snores. They were loud, like a bulldozer. You stuck your head under your pillow desperately trying to sleep, but, God, were they so fucking loud. In the end, you gave up. You slipped out of bed and headed for the linen closet. You grabbed extra blankets before going down to the living room. You made yourself comfortable on the sofa. Eric meowed quietly, jumped up, and you kissed his soft head. He curled up, and you closed your eyes, waiting for sleep to take over.

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[bokettochild]

What is your favorite obscure piece of legend lore?

There is so much freaking lore about Legend in the mangas! and the old games! I know the mangas aren't cannon and stuff, but I think non-cannon is the peak of obscure, so I'll just go off!

The violet eyes thing is very precious to me, but that's a headcannon, so let's just... yeah

I think it would be his connection to Fi. There are very few heroes who actually hear the voice of the Master Sword, and many never do. In most of the stories we actually see the hero striving to be worthy of the blade! Sky fights so hard to be enough, to prove himself, if not to Fi than most certainly to Impa and himself. Warriors' journey features his own struggles with the blade, his hubris and folly. While I haven't played the game, the Twilight Princess manga does show Twilight undergoing a similar struggle of achieving the worthiness of holding the Master Sword, even finding it too heavy to lift at times when his heart is not in the right place or his pride is getting in the way.

But Legend never faces that. Granted, his stories are all so much simpler than that of the others, at least, as far as game play is concerned, and the manga creators didn't really go too nuts with his personal journey like they did with Twilight, but still! Legend finds the Master Sword in decay and ruin, and she speaks to him. She's not strong, she's not harsh, she's nothing like she is in any other game ever (except TOTK sort of) and she looks at this little kid who wanders across her and says "yes, that one".

The kid who has nothing to gain from saving the world. The kid who's already lost everything there is to lose. The kid who is repeatedly giving of himself and what little he has to help others in his journey, even though in the long run it means nothing. She looks at him and when he draws her blade she welcomes him

Legend is one of the only heroes to not only have Fi's full approval before he ever wields her, but is also the hero who just....has so much connection with Fi. Their fates have been intertwined for nearly as long as he's lived. She's the only comfort he's consistently had at his side.

I love that he never had to fight to be enough. Legend has so many struggles; being a good enough hero, especially when he never set out to be one, isn't something he needed to face. Legend is a pure-hearted person (which is even pointed out by others and displayed many times in the manga) and was already worthy. His rabbit soul tells us he's probably fighting his own fears and worries, anxieties and terrors, all through his adventure. To have Fi's security and strength to lean on, to compliment his own, rather than cold indifference, disapproval or expectation, was something he needed.

I also love the fact that Legend went out of his way to ask Farore to go and get Fi for him when he went out on his other adventures. he didn't know he needed her, but when he did, he asked for her so he could be at his best. Legend is most complete with the Master Sword beside him. He's not fully himself without a sword (hence why every adventure after ALTTP almost always features him searching out a blade first thing) especially without HIS sword.

Fi is Sky's sword. The Sword that he completed. First forged her, but left her unfinished. Sky perfected her. But Legend took her at her weakest and strengthened her again. Sky may be her Master, but I like to think Legend is her boy. They've been together for so long. He's been without people for so much of his adventures, and knowing she can speak, that she has a soul, I image he speaks to her when he's lonely. We see him speak to her in LU, fondly calling her "old girl" with a sort of familiarity that's singular to him. He probably shared everything with her; his fears, his hopes, his insecurities. She's Sky's sword, but she's Legend's friend.

I've joked about it before, once even put it in a fic, but Fi is the only being Legend has consistently had in his life. The only one whose never left him, no matter what happens or where he goes. She's his guide, his help, his strength and assurance and the one thing he knows will never fail him.

Honestly, if you haven't noticed that Legend smiles more at the sword than at any one of the heroes, you're missing out. And it's such a beautiful smile too!

There's warmth, familiarity, recognition- so much in that smile.

Fi is important to Legend, and I like to think he's important to her too.

Anyways, this is all to say that I love how Legend is one of the only ones to hear the blade speak, and how it implies that he and she are connected in a way that Wild, that Flora, that so many heroes and princesses before and after have striven to be, and I think it's beautiful that it comes naturally to him. Legend deserves to have had at least one thing easy!

#lu legend #linked universe #linkeduniverse #asks and answers #also love that legend's sword glows too when sky's does #and just.... #i love them #i should write more about legend and fi #and i plan to! #they will get a fic for sicktember if it kills me #them and maybe sky #i don't know if i'll include him or not #but leg and fi need more love #especially while together #i adore them you guys you have no idea #i have many big feelings and i only just scratched the surface of them here

[mellophase]

So much of my brain space has been taken up by what would happen Bingge ever found out about Shang Qinghua/Airplane. Like, meeting SY and Bingmei already had him kind of messed up, but imagine meeting the guy who's the reason your life is the way it is. The guy who wanted to make it different but didn't. It's like screaming at God and knowing they actually heard you.

#it would still be ugly if bingmei found out but not as ugly as it would be if bingge did #i don't have the brain capacity to write a fic and it feels like too big of a guilt stick to hit sqh with but man. #i think about it. #a lot #clearly #svsss #scum villian self saving system #shang qinghua #pidw luo binghe #luo bingge #airplane shooting towards the sky #look. #i know there is not one original thought here but let my gears turn im so new here

[smellingofpoetry]

The way we fall in love

Characters: Reader, Beau Arlen

Pairing: Beau Arlen x Reader

Summary: This is the story of how they fall in love.

Warnings: fluff

Words count: 564

A/N:  Hi! So, the other day I asked you what you wanted to read next. The majority of you wanted to read about Beau, so here we are. This is my very first story about Beau, so I guess this is my way of entering the world of Big Sky. This one is unbetad, so all errors are mine. I hope you like this story as much as I liked to write it. 🖤

They were partners.

Well, no, not really. Y/N was the one that always brought coffee and donuts and stayed behind a desk pretending to be helpful to the department. She didn’t have much expectation about her work, but she was okay with it. Then, Beau came around and made her feel like she counted something.

He wanted to know her ideas and asked for her opinions; she even helped him in a few cases.

When they closed their first case together, she went home that night and called her sister, telling her all about her adventure and how she managed to get the bad guy. She felt important, for once, and the next day she went to work with a big smile on her lips and hope in her heart.

*

Beau didn’t miss how Y/N’s face lit up when he asked her, for the first time, to help him with a case. It was the first time he saw someone genuinely happy to go through hours of footage in search of even a glimpse of anything that could help them with the case. He knew he hated it and did his best to avoid it when he could, but not Y/N. No, she sat at the desk with her eyes glued to the monitor. Beau watched her for a while until he dumbly decided to sit next to her and work together.

Did he already say how much he hated to watch surveillance footage? But she was good and had one hell of an eye and good instinct. He couldn’t understand why someone like her was stuck bringing coffee.

So, little by little, Beau made space for her. He asked for her opinion and included her in other cases, taking her with him to some crime scenes, and before he knew it, they were spending time together even out of work.

*

A lot of things had changed for Y/N, not only at work. Now, she had friends with whom she spent her nights instead of being alone at home. She even went to get her nails done because, apparently, that is something you need to do from time to time, at least according to Denise.

Her favorites, however, were the nights she spent at Beau’s camper watching a movie or talking. He would tell her about his daughter and his life before Helena while she sat in the chair next to him, listening to his voice sometimes breaking. The silence would take over, then, and Y/N would sit there, keeping him company when that happened.

And it was on one of those nights she let herself fall in love with him.

*

The minute he thought there wasn’t more space in his heart to welcome another person, life surprised him. He didn’t even know how to love someone other than Carla; at least, that was what he thought.

Then, Y/N made her appearance on his first day of work with that damn lilac dress and a denim jacket. He was a goner, right there and then, even if he didn’t know it yet.

And somehow, between cases and movie nights, Y/N had craved a space in his heart, and he had let her. Beau just let her in with every smile, every conversation, every shared look, and every unspoken word.

Along the way, he had let himself fall in love with her.

#big sky #beau arlen #jensen ackles #beau arlen x reader #beau arlen x you #beau arlen x y/n #reader #fanfiction #fanfic #fic #big sky fanfiction #big sky fanfic #big sky fic #supernatural #spn #sheriff

[dean-winchester-is-a-warrior]

Problem Solved

Summary: Problems are stacking up in Y/N's life. Does Beau have the solution?

Pairings: Beau Arlen x Y/N

Warnings/Explicit 18+: None. Just kissing. Fluff. Stressed!Reader. Beau being an angel.

Word Count: 3,594

A/N: So, I wrote this fluffy piece for my friend @deanswaywardgirl who's been having a rough time and just needed some fluffy Beau to get her through. I'm sorry my dear, this ended up quite a bit longer than I'd planned, and I'm sorry it took me more than a day to get it to you, but I hope it helps. And I hope everyone enjoys the fluffiness.

The beautiful divider below and at the bottom was created by @firefly-graphics

"Goddamn-son-of-a-bitch-piece-of-shi-"

"You know," Beau's deep drawl interrupted Y/N's strung together, angry cursing, "I don’t understand how someone so sweet and innocent looking, can manage to curse bluer than a sailor."

Y/N stopped trying to juggle her purse, her car keys, multiple grocery bags and an empty coffee cup long enough to turn to Beau and frown at his amusement.

"I've practiced a lot." She said succinctly. 

She waited a moment and then shook her head, eyebrows raised. "Oh don't worry, I'm good. Definitely don't need any help here, Sheriff." She said, dripping sarcasm.

Beau chuckled at her pouty, out-of-sorts face before reaching to grab what looked like the heaviest paper bag. As he took it from her, however, one of the bags she still held split open and sent a third of her groceries rolling across the parking lot. 

A scream of frustration erupted from her throat before the next round of cursing. 

"Piss-poor-goddam–shoddy-piece-" She rambled as she set her third bag on the ground and began chasing down her runaway canned goods as they rolled down the sloping parking lot. Beau set his bag next to hers and helped her wrangle the cans and a bag full of oranges back into their arms. 

"Looks like your day is going great so far, darlin." Beau teased as he piled the cans onto the back seat. 

A chunk of hair had worked its way loose from Y/N’s ponytail and she blew a puff of air upwards trying to get it out of her face, while Beau took the bags she held out to him, and put them in the back seat as well.

"Yeah, it's been a really peachy morning, beginning with my kitchen sink exploding on me when I tried to make coffee, drenching me in the process. I told my landlord and he said he'd 'try to fix it'." Y/N said with finger quotes.

Beau slammed the back door shut and Y/N slumped against the side of the car. He gave her a sympathetic look as he stood in front of her, the thumb of his right hand hooked over the waistband of his jeans and his left hand shoved in his pocket.

Y/N continued recounting her less than stellar morning. “So I’ve had no coffee yet today because I came with my cup,” she said, lifting the reusable, plastic coffee cup she still held, “planning on getting coffee from the diner before I went grocery shopping, but their stupid machine is broken. So now I’m just carrying around this useless cup cause it doesn’t fit in my purse.”

She let out another huff, and opened the driver’s side door to throw her purse and the cup inside, before slamming it shut a bit harder than necessary.

Beau frowned. “Why didn’t you just throw the cup back in your car before you went into the grocery store?”

Y/N looked puzzled for a moment before she frowned. “I don’t know!” She said, throwing her arms up. “Because I’m an idiot and I’m operating without coffee!”

Beau chuckled and wrapped an arm around her shoulder. "Anything perishable in your groceries? Something that won't keep for an hour or so?" 

Y/N shook her head, puzzled. "No, just pantry stuff and fruit."

"Then come with me." He said and pulled her along with him, still tucked into his side. He led them over to his big red truck and helped her climb up into the cab.

"Where are we going?" Y/N asked, slightly exasperated. 

"To the place that serves the best coffee in town." He answered, as he closed the door.

***

Y/N took a long sip of coffee and sighed contentedly. It may not have actually been the best coffee in town, but it was dark, and rich, and creamy and she could practically feel the caffeine flowing through her veins. 

She called back through the door of Beau’s little silver trailer. “Are you sure you don’t want me to help make lunch?” She asked because it was the polite thing to do, and she felt a bit guilty just sitting and relaxing while Beau did all the work. But she was incredibly relieved when he declined.

“No way, sweetheart. First of all, there’s no room for two people in this quote/unquote kitchen. And second, you’ve earned the right to relax. I’ll be done in a minute.”

Y/N sighed again and took another big gulp of coffee. This one burnt the roof of her mouth a bit, but she still didn’t care. After the morning she had, this was paradise. She’d only been to Beau’s one other time, and she just waited in the car while he ran in to grab something. She’d never seen the inside, or got to experience the beautiful view from his front porch.

She looked around now and took it all in. Montana sure was beautiful. It was world’s away from her old life in Manhattan, where you could barely see the sky, never mind mountains and forest. She’d left New York only three months ago, but every day she was here, her old life fell further and further into mere memory. 

She’d spent the last ten years of her life going non-stop. Columbia - four years for her undergrad then another four at medical school. Eight years excelling at something she didn’t want to do. 

So - two years into her residency she’d made the incredibly impulsive decision to leave it all behind. The move shocked and horrified her parents.

It was practically a family tradition to go to Columbia and become a doctor. Her grandfather, her father, her aunt, and a bevy of cousins had all attended Columbia to become doctors and then gone on to make a fortune in ritzy private practices. 

Only one cousin that she knew of had bucked the system a bit, deciding to practice in a free clinic in Queens rather than open another high priced office that catered to the rich people of New York, of which there were many.

That cousin didn’t get invited to many family functions.

But if she was ostracized for serving underprivileged people, she was still worlds above where Y/N found herself now. Living states away in Montana and training in veterinary medicine. 

She’d always been interested in animal care. But when, at fourteen years old, she told her mother and father that she wanted to be a veterinarian,  they had just stared at her like she’d grown a second head. She tried to explain to them how much she loved animals, and the idea of being able to work with them everyday, help them and heal them appealed to her immensely. She tried to explain that she’d still be using her aptitude for science, she’d just be applying it in a field that excited her.

But the answer had been a resounding no, and she’d been pushed further down the road towards Columbia. She’d reluctantly followed that path. She thought her parents probably knew best, and she didn’t bring it up to them again. 

Until three months ago when she’d informed them that she’d left her residency program and enrolled herself for the fall semester at the University of Montana, in the Veterinary Medicine program. 

Her parents had absolutely refused to listen to anything she said on the matter. They kept insisting that she was just feeling burnt out. They suggested that she take a few weeks off, and recuperate. She tried to explain that she wasn’t burnt out, she was fed up; fed up of working almost eighty hours a week doing something she didn’t want to do. 

When reasoning hadn’t worked with Y/N, her parents resorted to threats. They promised her that they were not about to pay for her to go to school in Helena, and that if she threw away all the years they’d put into her education then she needn’t bother coming home for the holidays. Y/N had agreed to those terms, moved out of her tiny studio apartment, loaded up her little Toyota hatchback, and driven for three days, staying in crappy little motels along the way, before she reached Helena. 

She’d used her savings to pay for her first semester of school, and six months worth of rent. She was on month three and she was starting to panic slightly about where money was going to come from. She needed a job, but it had to work around her school schedule, and she had no work history other than a hospital residency program that she’d dropped out of. 

Now she had a sink that didn’t work, and a landlord who didn’t seem to be a handyman. And when she’d started her car that morning, she heard a distinctive squeal that meant she’d probably have to take it in sooner than later. 

She sighed and took another gulp of coffee. At least one thing had improved in her day. As the thought entered her mind, Beau walked out of his trailer with a stack of chicken salad sandwiches and a big bowl of salad. 

Okay, two things had improved in her day. 

“Oh my god, Beau.” She exclaimed. “This is way too much! You didn’t have to go to so much trouble.” 

He scoffed dismissively. “N’ah, wasn’t any trouble. I had the chicken salad made up already, so all I did was throw vegetables in a bowl.”

Y/N shook her head. Beau had been a godsend since she moved to Helena. She met him on only her second day in town. She'd been given a speeding ticket and had gone into the sheriff’s department to pay it. She’d been in a particularly rotten mood that day as well, since she certainly didn’t have almost eighty dollars to throw away on a ticket. For going barely ten miles over the speed limit. 

She must have looked desperate or maybe at the end of her rope, because Beau had come over to the deputy taking her payment, and taken over the transaction. She’d been shocked out of her mood by the ridiculously beautiful man behind the counter. He was long and broad, with dazzling green eyes, and dark blonde hair she immediately wanted to run her fingers through. He spoke, and his deep, Texas honey voice sent a shiver up her spine, making her whole body tingle.

She was so completely and instantly enamored of him that, at first, she missed the fact that he was dismissing her fees. When it finally sank in through her moony brain that he was being kind and helping her out, her heart fluttered even faster. 

He’d smiled his killer smile at her. “It was only ten miles over the limit. And you’re obviously new in town.” He said handing back her New York state license. “Just watch your speed next time.”

Y/N nodded happily. “Yes, sir. I will be very careful in the future.”

“Beau.”

“Sorry?” She asked. 

He smiled again and practically knocked her off her feet. “It’s Beau, not sir.”

They’d become fast friends, even though Y/N’s heart raced like crazy when he was around, and as far as she could tell, he had no feelings for her like that whatsoever. But he was the only person she really knew in town besides her crappy landlord, so she relished her time with him.

He’d helped her adjust to Helena with stories of his own experiences of being new in town. They watched movies together at her place (her one bedroom apartment still being bigger than Beau's trailer) and they grabbed supper three or four evenings a week. Beau always insisted on paying for her because he knew she was a poor, struggling, soon-to-be student. He constantly refused to let her grab the check. So she’d taken to slipping twenty dollar bills into his jacket pocket, but somehow he always found them and slipped them back into hers.

He texted her pretty much every day to check in and see how she was. And even if she’d been having a morning similar to today’s, his name popping up on her phone always made her smile.

She knew that at some point the little (or large) crush she had on him was going to cause trouble because it wasn’t diminishing. Every day she knew him, he carved his way a little deeper into her heart. She couldn’t help it. He was so kind, so warm. He was such an amazing dad, and she envied the relationship he and Emily had, having never had anything like it with her own father. 

He was like sunshine, a burst of serotonin in cowboy packaging. She knew she was in trouble there.

Beau set down the plate of sandwiches on the table between their chairs and then went in to grab bowls and forks for their salad. When they were both served, they sat munching the yummy food without conversation, just laughing and enjoying the antics of a couple of squirrels arguing over winter hiding places. 

The food, the coffee, and most of all, the man beside her, had gone a long way to making up for her rotten morning. 

When they’d finished eating though, Beau reached across the table and gave her hand a squeeze. “Okay, darlin’, lay it on me. It’s not just coffee throwing you off your game this morning. What’s goin’ on?”

Y/N relished the warmth of his big hand covering hers, and her heart raced fast again as he ran his calloused thumb over her knuckles. 

She shrugged in answer. But he pushed on.

“Your sink exploded. And you don’t think your landlord will fix it?”

“Well, he hasn’t fixed my dripping shower, or my broken bedroom window…so I don’t hold out a lot of hope, no.” Y/N said defeatedly. 

Beau nodded. “What else?” 

She stayed quiet at first; she didn’t want to dump all of her problems on him. She didn’t want to be a burden to the only friend she had. But the soft, caring look in his mossy green eyes, told her it was safe to vent. 

Her voice started off quiet, but grew louder as she talked about all that was bothering her. 

“I have no job, my savings are rapidly running out, I start school in a week, and I’m incredibly nervous that I gave up a whole 'life plan' to come do this. What if I suck at it? What if all the animals hate me? What if my parents were right this whole time and I really have just thrown my life away?”

She was quiet for a moment more before ducking her head and finishing in a small voice. “Oh, and my car is squeaking.”

After a minute, Beau let go of her hand to lift her chin with his fingers so she was looking at him again. “Do you want me to try and problem solve, or are you just venting?”

Y/N let out a watery chuckle, tears threatening and making her eyes glassy. “Oh Beau, if you have any solutions, I’m all ears.”

He smiled wide and her belly flip flopped. “K, so I’ll be by tomorrow, it’s my day off. I’ll fix your sink and tub, no problem. I owned a fixer upper in Dallas, learned lots. And I’ll take a look at your bedroom window and see what I can do.”

Y/N was shaking her head. “Beau, that’s…you don’t have to do that. It’s your day off, you must have better things to do.”

But he just shook his head. “Shh, I’m problem solving.”

Y/N laughed lightly.

“Unfortunately, I don’t know crap about cars, but I am friends with Sonny at Lincoln Motors, and he owes me a favor, so he’ll take care of it, and you can just pay for parts.”

Y/N was staring at him, her eyes wide. “Beau.” 

But he just kept going. “You should have told me before that you were looking for work. I thought you weren’t planning on working while you’re going to school, otherwise I would have mentioned it sooner. But we have a part time position available at the station that would be perfect for you. We need weekend care for the four dogs in the canine unit. You’d have to walk 'em, and feed 'em, exercise 'em a bit. Pays pretty decent, but we’re having a hard time filling the position cause it’s only weekends. You’d have to take a course about how to care for 'em, but it’s just one afternoon.” He smiled at her. “I promise to give you a good character reference.”

Y/N just shook her head in amazement. “What…what are you my fairy godfather? You just solved all my problems.” She was stunned. These were issues she’d been worried about and struggling with for quite a while, certainly the issues with her broken apartment and no job. She opened her mouth to him one time, and he just swooped in and saved her.

The thought made her shake her head again, refuting her earlier question. “No, you’re not my fairy godfather.” She beamed at him, but lowered her gaze shyly. “You’re my knight in shining armor.”

Beau got up from his seat and kneeled in front of her, taking hold of her hand again. “No, not a knight, a friend. And Y/N as your friend, I can tell you without hesitation, that you’re gonna do great in school. You’re incredibly smart, and you have a beautiful soul. Animals will love you. You're gonna succeed, I promise you that."

Y/N eyes shone brightly with unshed tears and she impulsively threw her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. His strong arms wrapped around her and he pulled her close, tight against him. 

She felt the hard wall of his chest pressed warm and solid against her and tried not to moan. She didn't mean to, but without thinking, she buried her fingers in his hair, letting the silky strands slide through her fingers. His beard felt surprisingly soft as their cheeks pressed together. His big hands started caressing her back softly, massaging slightly and Y/N began to notice the way his heart beat fast under his ribs and his breathing  was a bit unsteady. 

Finally, he pulled back from her to catch her eye, and Y/N could see the desire spark in his gaze just seconds before he settled his lips lightly on hers.

The kiss was not demanding. It was soft and curious, tasting. He trailed his mouth over hers, lips gliding smoothly, exerting the slightest pressure. They were hot against hers though, and the silky feel of them made her fingers tighten in his hair. He let out a small hum of satisfaction and then pressed his tongue to her lips.

She sighed her mouth open and was quickly drunk on the taste of him. He was all spice and warmth; he tasted like comfort. Her stomach was full of butterflies that danced low in her belly, and she delighted in the way he moved  his hand to grip the back of her neck and pressed her closer to him, groaning into her mouth and causing her core muscles to clench tightly. 

Beyond her physical response to the way he kissed her though and beyond her pounding excitement for more, her heart was telling her this was where she belonged; in this man’s arms, with no air between them.

When Beau finally pulled back, he rested his forehead on hers, and chuckled softly. “God, I’ve been dreaming of doing that for months - since I first saw you on the other side of that counter." He grinned. "All frazzled and annoyed, cursing under your breath.” 

Y/N’s eyes widened, and she pulled away to look at him. “What do you mean? I’ve been wanting you to kiss me since you smiled at me across that same counter.” She shook her head. “You weren’t interested.”

Beau snorted. “Are you kidding me? You haven’t noticed how I’ve been following you around like a puppy dog? You haven’t seen the way I’ve had to stop myself so many times from pushing you up against something hard and kissing you senseless? I thought you knew and simply weren't interested."

Pleasant images of being manhandled by Beau popped into Y/N's mind and she had to take a moment before she could shake her head at their stupidity, a grin wreathing her face. “And I thought you knew I was drooling over you constantly. I thought I was pretty obvious.”

Beau shook his head, clearly just as amazed. “I had no idea.”

His million dollar smile shone brightly and he sipped at her lips again. He spoke softly against them.

"So, has your day gotten any better?"

Y/N breathed out a laugh and ran her palms over his cheeks, loving the satiny feel of his beard beneath her fingers.

"A little bit." She answered with a teasing smile. "I have just one or two more problems you could help me with though."

"Really? Like what, darlin'?" Beau asked, his voice deep and delicious.

She bit her lip, and let her forefinger slide across his mouth. 

"I'll tell you all about them tomorrow, when you come to my bedroom…to, you know, fix my window."

Beau chuckled a little dirty. "Well, I do love to be helpful."

"Then help a girl out would ya?" Y/N said, pulling his soft yielding lips back to hers with a smile.

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1 - Our New Lives

Part 2

Always Had Something For Cowboys

Quickly running across the wooden floor of the main ranch cabin I knew if I got caught it wouldn't be easy to leave. So I had to make sure I could get out of here without anyone knowing...at least until they all woke up in the morning. Entering into my five year old daughter's bedroom I sat down on the side of her bed gently shaking her shoulder. "Reese Reese, wake up. Wake up sweetheart."

"Huh mommy. What's it?" She rolls over blinking the sleep from her eyes but she wasn't fully awake.

Brushing hair from her eyes I tilted my head towards the doorway. "I need you to get dressed and come with me now. I have the car packed and ready to go."

"Go...where. Is daddy coming with us?" She asked me to sit upright in the bed.

Shaking my head I didn't want to explain all the details to her at such a young age. I already never wanted her to get pregnant so young like I had even though I couldn't imagine my life without her. "Not this trip, Reese. But I have your horse Peanut waiting in the car for you."

"Okay." She mumbles sliding out of the bed grabbing her boots and jacket heading towards the doorway stumbling and making the floor creek.

Sliding forward on my feet I scooped her up in my arms so she wouldn't make too much noise heading straight to the car as fast as I possibly could. "Just go to sleep honey. I'll wake you up in a few hours."

"What do you think you're doing,Y/n?" Buckling her in her seat with her toy horse she fell right to sleep before I heard a voice from the guy I wanted to avoid entirely.

Whipping my head around I parted my lips seeing the dark brown eyes and black hair of John Wayne Kleinsasser. "None of your business, JW."

"It actually is my business since you have our daughter sleeping in the car." He responded by putting his hands inside the dark orange jacket he was wearing along with a black cowboy hat.

His family owned a large ranch out in the big sky area of Montana. We had met at a rodeo competition years ago, instantly hitting it off. "She's actually my daughter since you've been spending all your time working the ranch instead of being a daddy."

"Watch your mouth. Y/n." He warned me.

Crossing my arms over my chest I spat at him. "I suggest you watch yourself JW. Otherwise I'll go wake Cheyenne and she can kick your ass."

"Don't bring my sister into this and jump tell me what the hell are you doing packing up your stuff at six in the morning?" JW shook his head at me walking to the edge of the porch steps.

Leaning my back against my car I avoided the answer he was looking for. "I don't have to tell you anything. Especially since you lied to me."

"What have I lied to you about, darling?" John Wayne asked me to walk off the porch until we were facing each other. "I seem to remember that my family has been nothing but nice and honest with you."

"You lied about what you did to the girl in that cabin. You lied about killing her and then just pretending that you found her so suddenly." I responded with a sharp tongue.

He quickly moved forward shoving me against the car where I grunted hoping he wouldn't wake my daughter. "Who told you about that. Tell me!"

"Your sister who else...now let me go." I winced at his hand that was around my throat and his other was pressing against my chest.

JW shoved himself away from me in a huff. "So what you find out what happened and you're just going to take her away from me. She's my daughter!"

"Yeah but you haven't been a good father. You've been so consumed with getting your hands on this ranch." Rolling my eyes at him.

He pointed his index finger at me. "Blake is in prison so the ranch belongs to me when my father passes."

"Ohh I'm so happy for you. Wait, no I'm not because you're only caring about yourself." Stomping my boots in the dirt I threw my hands up in the air. "You're turning out to be just like your daddy who I have realized is an ass!"

John Wayne lost it at that sentence grabbing me by my shoulders and slamming me down in the ground. I tried to get him off but he put one arm over my throat and his other held my wrists above my head. "Shut up, Y/n. You don't know what you're talking about."

"You're just upset cause I might be right - ah!" I croaked when he pushed his arm on my throat down a little more.

His eyes locked onto mine seeing some tears welling in my eyes. "She's my daughter and you can't keep her from me."

"Urgh!...watch me." I bared my teeth moving one of my knees in between his legs and just kicked him right in his nuts.

JW groaned in pain collapsing on the ground. "You bitch!"

Scrambling to my feet I took the keys out of my pocket and opened my driver door. Getting into the seat I locked all the doors seeing him forcing himself to his feet. "He won't hurt us baby girl." I whispered to my sleeping daughter starting the engine.

JW got up against my window making me jump but I held my foot above the gas pedal. "She's my daughter. You can't keep her from me forever. I will find you!" Slamming my foot on the pedal and spun the steering wheel driving around him and leaving a cloud of dust. Racing down the driveway I gripped the steering wheel never looking back knowing it was good that I was getting away from him. He would have only hurt me and Reese.

2 months later

Shutting the passenger door behind me I take Reese's hand in mine and we walked up towards the small grocery store we had parked at. We had driven as far from the Kleinsasser's ranch as I could get until I felt safe that JW wouldn't follow me. Opening the door the store owner saw us greeting us nicely. "How are you two girls doing this morning?"

"Pretty good thank you." I replied moving down the isle with chips grabbing a bag of regular lays potato chips.

Reese tugged my shirt. "I want Chetas."

"Okay we can get Cheetos. What do you want to drink?" I asked her to put the other bag back and get the one she wanted.

She ran up to the glass cases with the drinks inside. "Chocolate milk!"

"Got it. And we can have some chicken breast for dinner." I picked up the carton and a pack of meat going to the check out. Laying everything out the owner scanned everything. "How much do I owe ya?"

He said back. "$13. 23."

"Oh geez. I uh...I only have six dollars and ten cents." I apologize remembering that I had to use most of the cash I had grabbed for gas. And I wouldn't have anyone money until I got a job wherever we ended up staying.

The owner shakes his head no. "I'm sorry ma'am. It would be fine if you had like twelve dollars instead. You'll have to get rid of the chicken."

"Sir you don't understand we haven't eaten dinner and that would just leave us with chips and milk. She's five years old and I can't feed her like that all the time." I explained to him that I was beginning to panic.

He gave me a disappointing look but still wanted close to the amount due. "I'm sorry miss. But this is how I feed my family."

"Come on, baby. Well get food somewhere else hopefully." I gently pushed her towards the door about to leave, seeing a young boy that looked a little older than my daughter.

He entered the store rushing past us and grabbing some candy cheering. "Dad they have sour candy!"

"Tate, slow down now." Glancing at the new voice I saw the man that was his father brush past me where I dropped some of my money on the floor. "Oh man I'm sorry ma'am."

We both lowered ourselves on our knees picking up the change quickly. "You're okay. It was my fault..." Shifting my gaze up slightly I noticed that the guy before me was wearing a tan jacket and black dusty cowboy hat. He had curly light brown hair and soft brown eyes with a slight stubble reminding me somewhat of JW.

"Here you go. I am sorry again Ms..." He trailed off raising himself to his feet and I followed shortly.

Taking the money from his hand I introduced myself. "Y/n and you are?"

"Kayce, Kayce Dutton." He extended his hand and we shook, moving his gaze over my shoulder since he was slightly taller than me. "Tate, hey leave the girl alone."

Tate, as he called him, was showing my daughter his favorite candy's. "I was just showing her candy."

"He's fine, Kayce. Now if you'll excuse us we'll be going. Reese let's go!" I called over my shoulder, having my daughter run up and taking my hand. I hers once more almost getting through the doorway.

Kayce's voice made me half in my tracks. "Are these your groceries?" He pointed at the food that we had left on the checkout counter.

"Oh yeah. I...I don't have enough money for all of it." I drop my gaze to the ground in embarrassment.

Kayce reached into his pocket, taking out his wallet and handing the owner the amount that was still on the computer screen. "Can I get a bag for her stuff and the sour candy too."

"Sure." The cashier took his cash and went to bag up both our stuff.

Parting my mouth I raised my freehand trying to pay him with what money I had. "You really didn't have to do that for us....uh here it's not much but it's what I have at the moment."

"You keep it. It's not a problem, Y/n." He held up a hand picking up the bags coming over to me and handing me my groceries.

Tate suddenly spoke up to my daughter. "Do you like ice cream?"

"Yeah." She smiled brightly.

He shrugged his shoulders. "There's some down the street. Dad, can we get them ice cream?"

"That's not my call, son. And I bet Y/n and her daughter have somewhere to be." Kayce told his son who dropped his smile.

Reese ran forward giving me puppy dog eyes. "Please mommy. Pretty please."

"Reese, I can't..." I started to say but I could never say no to her puppy eyes. She tilted her head not backing down and so I ended up caving. "Okay we can go. But then I have to start looking for a job since we'll be out of money."

Reese hugged me tightly, giggling. "Thank you!"

The four of us got in our separate cars and drove down to the ice cream shop down the road that Tate talked about. Shutting my car door Reese and Tate ran straight in front of us with me and Kayce walking slowly behind them. Kayce and Tate both got strawberry ice cream. Reese got chocolate and I picked cookies and cream. We all sat down on separate benches outside the shop. Biting into my cone I hummed at the good taste until Kayce caught my attention. "Hey I heard you say that you don't have much money. Is there anything else I can help you with?"

"Kayce you've done enough for us. I'll surely be able to find a job on my own." I said holding my cone in both hands looking in his direction.

The youngest Dutton boy wouldn't take no for an answer after seeing you with your five year old kid reminding him of how he was with Tate when he was a baby. "I'm just wanting to help and you can still say no. I just thought I should offer you a trip to my family's ranch. My father is always open to getting some more work hands and he pays rather well."

"Holy crap that's extremely generous." I ran a hand through my hair hearing Tate and Reese laughing behind us making me reconsider my answer. "You know what I guess it can't hurt to take you up on your offer."

Kayce smiled back at me taking a bite of his cone. "Hey Reese, you wanna see some horses?"

"I love horses!" She spun around in her chair making me chuckle eating more of my ice cream seeing that we might be going in the right direction here in this part of Montana.

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